"Keep suckin', slut," Roger growled, pressing Vicky's face down brutally in his lap.
Then, he grabbed hold of the front of Barbie's halter top and with one savage wrench tore the garment off of her.
He grunted in approval as he ogled the creamy, bouncing jugs that were revealed.
"Hell, Barbie, you got nice tits!" Roger Lipscotch said gruffly.
He leaned forward and clamped his hard hot lips around his older daughter's jutting, resilient breast. His tongue darted lewdly back and forth across the strawberry hued nipple, making it quickly grow hard as a rivet.
Barbie whimpered in sudden pleasure, her head spinning. She couldn't believe it! She was actually getting turned on by having her own sadistic beer-sodden father suck her tits and manhandle her luscious fifteen year old body!
She glanced down and saw her younger sister's blonde head rhythmically bounce up and down as Vicky continued to noisily suck and slurp at her Daddy's enormous, pulsating, ten inch prick.
Roger pressed his mouth hungrily to Barbie's other tit, suckling it voraciously as he tweaked and strummed the other nipple with his forefinger and thumb.
Roger grunted in satisfaction. His fantasy had come true!! He was getting it on with both of his gorgeous, nubile daughters!!
CHAPTER ONE
Roger tilted back his head and gulped down the rest of the warm beer before crushing the can in his powerful hand and tossing it out the window.
He honked savagely at his horn as a small white Fiat whizzed in front of him, cutting across lanes.
"Fuckin' assholes!" he muttered beneath his breath.
He was in a very bad mood. And he was pretty smashed. He had bought a six pack of Budweiser and he had just finished off the last can.
His blood pounded in his temples and he clenched the steering wheel in a viselike grip with his big, hamlike hands.
Roger Lipscotch was a huge man. Standing six foot two, he weighed two hundred and forty pounds of solid, rippling muscle. He was powerfully built, with broad shoulders, a barrel-like chest, a tight, firm stomach and legs like tree trunks.
His hair was reddish brown and cropped within an inch of his bullet-shaped head.
His eyes were a piercing gray, narrowed beneath his lowering brow. His nose had been broken in a fist fight, and his mouth was strong and hard. His jaw jutted forward stubbornly.
He was not handsome, but there was something rugged and arresting about his masculine features which made him extremely attractive to most women.
Today, he looked disheveled and unwashed. A day's growth of dark beard made his lean cheeks feel like sandpaper.
He was wearing a soiled, stained tee shirt which clung to his massively muscled torso like a second skin. His sweat made the shirt cling to his body in moist patches.
He was also wearing a pair of clinging, well-worn dungarees which hugged his hips and ass and crotch.
He had a hard-on. It was stretched painfully against his thigh, throbbing impatiently.
Beer did that to Roger. It made him angry, and it turned him on. He felt like slugging someone and fucking some chick at the same time. Needless to say, it made him restless and irritable.
He thought bleakly of his recent past. His trucking business was slacking off. He owed a ton of debts. He was fined for drunken driving and the next traffic violation he received would mean that his license would be revoked.
His wife, that bitch tramp, had run off with another man, leaving their two teenaged daughters. Barbie and Vicki, in his care.
Savagely he gritted his teeth, his temples pounding with rage, as he thought of his ex-wife.
Hell, he'd like to get his hands on that bitch! He'd twist her slinky body into bits. He'd fuck her up the ass and then strangle her ...
Roger trembled in rage as he concocted this savage fantasy.
He needed some release, some way to rid himself of the pent-up energy inside of him.
As if in answer to his needs, Roger spotted something ahead of him on the highway.
Someone was trying to hitch a ride. He couldn't make out yet if it was a chick or just some dumb hippy.
But soon, he saw the hitchhiker more clearly. It was a chick, all right. A very young chick. And a beauty!
Roger slammed on his brakes, and the big truck screeched to a halt, pulling to the side of the road.
Roger leaned over and pushed open the door on the passenger side of the truck, and grinned as the pretty young thing climbed into the cab.
"Oh, thank-you so much! I didn't think anyone was going to stop for me!" the girl said gratefully, pulling the door closed.
"My pleasure, Miss," Roger drawled, his eyes raking impudently up and down her body as he pulled back onto the highway.
"My name's Chieko. Chieko Smith," she said.
"Chieko? What kind of a name is that?"
"Oh, Japanese. My Mom's Japanese, and that's her name, too," the girl explained almost apologetically.
Roger felt his cock twitching with lascivious need. Hell, was she a gorgeous little bitch!
He ogled her out of the sides of his eyes. She was sixteen, a lithe, willowy lovely thing wearing a skimpy halter top which did little to cover her small, firm, apple-sized breasts, and a pair of cut-offs which revealed her long, shapely legs.
Her features were voluptuously lovely. Long silky dark hair hung in luxuriant tresses about her shoulders, framing a delicately hewn, oval-shaped face.
Her almond-shaped, light brown eyes were slightly slanted, giving token to her Oriental heritage. Her lashes were long and silky, making her eyes look sexy and hooded.
She had a small, button-like nose and a luscious, strawberry-hued mouth with soft, sensuous lips.
"Well, Chieko, the name's Roger," Roger drawled, grinning at her lewdly. "Where you heading this fine mornin'?"
Chieko giggled, batting her lashes at him, and said, "Oh, that all depends on how far you want to go!"
Roger felt his stomach lurch with desire. He read the coquettish invitation in her almond-shaped eyes, he saw her cherry sweet lips moisten as she drew the tip of her tongue over them, and his cock twitched in excitement.
Roger's grin widened.
He drawled, "I think I'll make a detour into the desert!"
Abruptly, he swung the big truck to the left, pulling right off the highway and into the sagebrush. He drove into the desert, his heart beating savagely with lust.
Chieko looked at him in startled surprise. "H-Hey, what are you doing?" she gasped.
Roger grinned lewdly. "Don't put on the coy act, baby. A gal don't cock tease Roger Lipscotch and then back out!"
Chieko gave a little shaky laugh. "Uh, hey, mister, I - I was flirting with you, sure, but hey, man, I'm only sixteen! Give me a break, will you?"
Roger heard the fear in her voice, and it merely turned him on even more.
The highway was far from them now. In his rear view mirror, Roger could barely make out the cars on the highway. They were like tiny black beetles scuttling across the desert's etiolated surface.
Roger slammed on his brakes, and Chieko gave a little scream and grabbed for the handle to the door.
Roger growled and lunged forward, grabbing her by the arm and wrenching the willowy part Oriental beauty toward him, his ringers digging cruelly into her flesh.
Chieko gave a terrified sob and gasped, "P Please! D-Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me!"
Roger's gray eyes burned with rapacious lust and he grinned savagely, staring down at her.
Her abject fear, the tears glistening in her eyes, the pleading words spilling from those rosy lips, awakened Roger's erotic fires even more.
Yeah! Make these bitches grovel before me, Roger thought thickly in his beer-dulled mind. I'd like to see Margaret like that. Begging me to forgive her! Forgive her! What a laugh! I'll punish the bitch! I'll teach her to fuck with me!
He slid his hand roughly around the back of Chieko's neck, jerking her head back, and bent down, crushing his lips hard against her quivering mouth.
He kissed her hungrily, their teeth clinking together. He forced his tongue between her lips and thrust it deeply into her mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.
Chieko gave a strangled sound, struggling to tear herself away from him. She began to hammer her fists against his hard, muscular chest.
Roger released her head and drew back his arm. He swung it hard, slapping her across the face and jerking her head violently to one side. He brought his hand back, slapping her across the other cheek. The sounds of the slaps resonated like reports in the desert air.
Chieko gasped faintly, her body shuddering. Her head swam as dots flashed in front of her eyes. A ringing sounded in her ears and the world seemed to reel about her.
She stared numbly up into the face of the big brutish trucker who had just struck her across the face.
She felt his hot breath on her flesh. She smelled his acrid odor, the combined scent of beer and sweat, and she cringed in fear. But deep inside her quivering belly, a flicker of unwitting excitement caused her to tremble.
Again, Roger kissed her hungrily on the mouth, and this time, she did not dare to resist.
She felt the strength of his body against hers and in his big, hamlike hands. She knew that she was helpless. She knew that there was nowhere for her to run if she did manage to get loose from his relentless grip, and that he would overtake her long before she reached the highway.
Chieko was not a dumb girl. She wanted to survive, and she realized that her best bet at survival right now was to make this hulking, drunken, savage brute happy.
She relaxed and let his wet sloppy mouth suck and slurp at her tender, rosy lips.
Roger's hands ran down her shoulders and cupped the soft, pouting hills of her budding bosoms through the skimpy material of her halter top. They were firm and warm to the touch, and he squeezed them hard, growling with salacious enjoyment.
Chieko whimpered and shivered as his hands kneaded cruelly into her throbbing knockers.
Roger slid his hands behind her back and impatiently tugged at the strap to her halter top, untying it. The skimpy garment fluttered off and dropped to the floor of the cab.
The brawny trucker grunted with animalistic satisfaction, slapping his big, sweaty hands around the young teenager's warm, silky breasts and crushing them with his calloused fingers.
His moist palms scraped across her strawberry-hued, turreting nipples and Chieko shuddered, feeling her nubbins slow grow erect. The stabbing pains caused by his cruel grip around her tits mingled with flowing sensations of pleasure that had begun to billow through her.
She choked back a sob, chewing on her lower lip and closing her eyes. Roger watched her face as he squeezed and played with her tits. Occasionally, he bent down and kissed her hotly on the mouth or stuck his tongue in her ear and wiggled it around.
He liked to watch her squirm and whimper as he man-handled her.
He pushed her roughly down on the seat and bent over her.
Chieko felt his breath blowing over her chest, and she shivered convulsively. She uttered a little cry as his hot, wet mouth clamped over one of her throbbed, olive-colored boobs and sucked and chewed at her taut, rubbery nipple.
Roger sucked and chewed voraciously at the pretty teenager's hot sweet tits, pulling away occasionally to peruse the sexy sight of the quivering mounds of flesh, glistening with his saliva, the nipples ripely erect.
He moved down her body, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in his wake, sliding his tongue over her soft, fluttering belly, dipping the tip of it in the hollow of her navel, until he came to the belt line of her cut-offs.
Chieko gave a little frightened cry as she felt his big hands slide between her thighs and start to quickly unbutton her fly.
She gave a little sob as the big, brutish trucker hooked his fingers in the shorts and impatiently jerked them down about her knees.
She was wearing a pair of cotton panties with little roses embroidered on them.
"You little slut, you got a hot body, baby," Roger muttered thickly, bending down and mashing his face against the soft hill in Chieko's panties.
He sucked at her soft sex through the thin material, sniffing greedily at her fragrant feminine aroma. Chieko bit her lip, shuddering and gasping as she felt unwitting tremors of erotic delight cascade through the lower part of her body.
Roger grabbed her panties and yanked them down.
He gave a low growl of lust as he stared at her luscious, creamy thighs. A soft patch of silky, jet black hair lined the pink sloping mound of her sweet, girlish mons Veneris.
Roger grunted and pressed his face between her legs, mashing his big, wet mouth around her hot, twitching little snatch. He sucked at it noisily, licking his big, wet tongue up and down the puckered slit.
Chieko's body jerked and she gave a humiliated sob of pleasure as the burly trucker's voracious mouth and tongue worked over her quivering, delicately fleshed box.
His swiping, wriggling tongue made contact with the small, oily button of her clitoris, and he strummed it lewdly, flailing his tongue to and fro and in circular motions across it.
Chieko gave a little surprised shriek as electric explosions of sheer rapture tore through her throbbing girlish loins.
None of the boys she'd let have sex with her had done anything except stick their dicks up her hole and push them around a little. It had always hurt a lot, and then just as she felt herself starting to enjoy it a little, the boys had made a lot of noise and shot their wads.
She had never felt the delirious explosions of erotic ecstasy which were ricocheting through her loins now as Roger's hot tongue whipped back and forth and in and out, probing and exploring her moist, ruby-red orifice.
Roger lifted his face, dripping with saliva and Chieko's flowing fluids.
"Yeah, you're a hot fuckin' little slut, aren't ya?" he grunted thickly.
He ran his hands up her thighs and drew his thick, calloused fingers over the puckered pink ridges of her moist, quivering snatch.
Chieko's body jerked in erotic surprise as the big brutish trucker gave a grunt, peeling back the soft, delicate petals of her sex and revealing the sweet glittering jewels of her inner vagina.
He poked his forefinger into the hot, slick little hole and began to pump it back and forth, grinding his big meaty hand as he worked the digit deeper and deeper into her tight, clenching orifice.
Chieko gave a little whimper of mingled pleasure and distress as his hard, thick finger began to slide rapidly back and forth.
Roger frigged her ripe, pulsating pussy faster and faster, pushing his whole finger up inside her tight, narrow canal. He began to insidiously work a second finger inside the clenching maw to her twat.
Grunting with satisfaction, he forced both fingers deeply inside the lovely Oriental teenager's twitching pussy and began to lustily fuck them back and forth.
"OOOOH! OOOOOH! OOOOOH!" Chieko squealed in shocked delight.
Darts of incredible pleasure began to shoot through her slender, satiny loins as he squelched his fingers in and out, in and out, again and again.
"Like that, don't ya, slut? Like me playing with your hot pussy, huh?" Roger growled thickly.
He drew his fingers abruptly out of her body with a moist popping sound and placed them in his mouth, sucking the sticky fluid off of them and smacking his lips with noisy satisfaction.
His gray eyes were burning with lust and a lewd smile twisted his ruggedly handsome features.
He caught hold of his tee shirt and with a grunt, hauled it over his head, tossing it away.
Roger had broad shoulders and thickly powerful arms with bulging biceps. His chest was massive. His pectoral muscles were thick sloping slabs capped by hard brown paps, and his lats fanned away from his body like a cobra's hood.
His chest tapered into a firm, rippling stomach, and a thick mat of coiling reddish brown hair covered his torso almost entirely. The hairs gleamed with sweat now, and his chest was heaving as lusty breaths exploded from his lungs.
She saw the way his eyes gleamed as they raked over her trembling, nubile, naked body.
She saw the huge, bulging lump which tented the crotch of his tight jeans.
And a flicker of excitement rushed through her, even while she shuddered in trepidation and whimpered pathetically, her eyes limpid with tears.
Roger grinned at her and reached down, unbuckling his belt. There was a loud rasping sound as he drew down the zipper of his trousers and hauled his pants down about his knees.
His legs were thick, muscular trunks bristling with hairs. He was wearing a pair of soiled jockey shorts.
An enormous throbbing column of flesh and gristle lifted the elastic of the underpants off of his belly, and several inches of the man's gargantuan penis escaped from the confines of his short and throbbed lustily in the air.
Chieko gave a low gasp, her eyes widening, as she caught sight of his erection for the first time.
Even though it was half concealed by the jockey shorts, Chieko could see that the phallus was incredibly large and long and thick.
Roger grinned as he saw her reaction. It turned him on even more when he saw how girls behaved when they realized how well hung he was.
For, the brawny trucker was hung like a horse. His cock was over ten inches long and as thick around as Chieko's wrist.
A fat, heart-shaped head capped the end of the corrugated, pulsating shaft, and a quivering pearl of translucent liquid quivered on the piss slit invitingly.
Roger hooked his fingers in the elastic of his shorts and drew them down, releasing his long thick schlong and his testicles.
His balls were enormous - baseball-sized and heavy, swinging virilely below his upright, twitching truncheon.
Roger hunched forward on the truck's seat and reached down, sliding a hand behind Chieko's head and roughly hauling her up.
With his other hand, he stroked his thick fingers up and down the length of his gargantuan pecker lewdly.
"You like my big fuckin' prick, don't ya, you hot little slut?" Roger said huskily.
Chieko merely whimpered in response.
He hobbled forward, drawing her head down toward his lap.
"Suck it, bitch," he said thickly, "suck my hot throbbing pecker!"
Chieko gasped as she saw the enormous ramrod loom up before her eyes. The pulpy knob squelched against her cheek, smearing the bead of pre-come over her face.
She felt the heat and thickness of the penis as it bulged and brushed against her cheek.
Angrily, Roger clenched his fingers into Chieko's hair and jerked her head cruelly.
"I SAID, SUCK IT, CUNT!" he roared harshly.
Chieko choked back a sob and pursed her lips, pressing them against the spongy head of the big man's cock.
She sucked daintily at the enormous, obscenely bloated object. Her tongue snaked out, brushing back and forth across the glands, tasting the bittersweet taste of his secretions.
She circled her luscious, coral-pink lips around the knob and slurped and sucked at it hungrily.
Then, she pressed her lips against the thick, vein-latticed column directly beneath the mushroom-shaped knob and began to moistly kiss and lave at the tumescent shaft.
Her tongue licked up and down the throbbing organ, as if she were a child licking at an ice cream cone.
"OOH! Yeah, honey! YEAH!" Roger groaned, shuddering as her warm wet mouth swarmed up and down the length of his horsedick.
Chieko's nostrils quivered as she inhaled the rich, pungent aroma of male sweat and sex, and the smell rushed through her like an intoxicant, setting her blood on fire.
Her senses whirled as she began to get more and more turned on. She lapped and sucked voraciously at the big meaty manmeat.
She slid her hand beneath the heavy, fleshy sac, lifting it up and testing its weight.
Her fingers tickled the scrotum and she felt his thick, swollen nuts begin to tighten with lust.
She buried her nose and lips into his wiry pubic bush which surrounded the thick, throbbing base of his dick, and whisked her tongue back and forth across the root.
Then, she dipped her head even lower, flailing at his huge balls, lapping at the wrinkly flesh and gently nibbling it between her teeth.
Roger groaned in satisfaction as she began to suck and lave at his horny testicles.
He shuddered as he felt her tongue curl around the underside of his scrotum and began to slowly, lasciviously slide to and fro, sending red hot spasms of sheer pleasure shooting through him.
"Yeah! Lick those fuckin' balls, baby! Lick those balls good!" he groaned hoarsely.
Chieko mewled in pleasure, lapping at the sweaty, musky gonads with wanton excitement.
Her juices were flowing copiously between her thighs, and her heart was hammering violently in her chest.
She moved back up the length of his cock until she reached the thick, pulpy, satiny tip and yawned her jaws apart, taking the dickhead inside her mouth and suckling it salaciously.
Slowly, she began to bob her head up and down.
She curled her tongue around the thick, throbbing slab of meat as it slid to and fro, forming a satiny trough over which it slid.
Her cheeks hollowed inward as she sucked at his cock, and her circled lips swirled around the corrugated sides.
Roger arched his back and snorted and groaned in masculine rapture.
He dug his hands into her hair, holding the back of her head in a vise-like grip.
Savagely, he began to slam her face down on his lap as he started to hunch his hips back and forth, feeding her his big, hot joint.
"Suck it! SUCK IT!" he roared thickly.
Chieko's eyes bulged. She felt the fat head of his dick slam against the back of her mouth and lodge in the opening to her throat.
She gagged. Tears sprang to her eyes. She couldn't breathe!
To her horror, Roger pushed her head down hard and thrust upward with his pelvis with all his might.
His huge, oversized manmeat slid quickly into her aching, constricted gullet, stuffing it full and stretching it wide.
Chieko's tiny nose and soft, fluttering lips were mashed against his sweaty pubes as all ten inches of his massive mauler disappeared inside of her succulent oral orifice.
"Oh, YEAH!" Roger bellowed lustily as he felt his entire rod ensconced by her satiny mouth and throat.
He undulated his hips, digging his fingers painfully against the back of her head.
Chieko was making strangled noises as she frantically tried to pull away from him, but Roger had her head in a firm grip.
The distraught Oriental teenager began to see spots before her eyes and her vision whirled. She was choking!
Roger gradually relaxed his grip on her head and hunched his hips back, drawing about half of his dick out of her throat and allowing the sexually ravaged teenager to gulp down several lungs full of air before he rammed the huge mauler back to the balls inside her mouth.
He began to fuck her throat hard, driving his pelvis back and forth, force-feeding her his ten inch dick with short, savage thrusts.
Tears ran down Chieko's cheeks, but she forced herself to relax and take the heavy slab of manmeat which slammed deeply into her constricting gullet again and again.
What else could she do? She had no choice. Besides, she was beginning to relish the feeling. She liked the sensation of the rubbery, heavy truncheon stuffing her mouth and throat full again and again. She loved the scent of the big stud's hot, sweaty sex. She loved the feeling of his strong, hamlike hands clenched around her head as he lustily bucked his boner into her sucking mouth again and again.
Chieko hummed in satisfaction and began to enjoy the deep-throating in earnest.
CHAPTER TWO
Roger shuddered in carnal satisfaction. Rhythmically, he was stroking his huge ramrod in and out of the lovely Oriental hitchhiker's tight, sweet throat.
The stimulation on his sensitized phallus was getting to be almost excruciatingly pleasurable. He knew that if he kept it up, he'd shoot his thick wad into the girl's gulping throat.
And Roger had other plans for Chieko.
He abruptly let go of her head and sat back on the seat, panting. His ten inch horsedick slid out of Chieko's puckered, ruby-hued lips and slapped up wetly against his hard, hairy belly.
Reaching down, Roger tore his trousers and underwear all the way off, so he was wearing nothing except socks.
He pushed open the door on the driver's side, grabbing hold of Chieko's arm and pulling her roughly after him.
"Come on!" he barked impatiently, hopping to the ground and hauling her after him.
The sixteen year old beauty gasped tremulously, "W-Where are we going?"
"In the back of the truck, babe. There's a lot more room there!"
He strode naked around to the back of the truck, pulling Chieko after him, his fingers wrapped tightly around her forearm so she couldn't try to bolt.
He unlatched the door and swung it open. The truck was empty. He had just finished delivering a cargo, and there was nothing in the back except for a musty aroma of dust and oranges, and some burlap sacks spread across the floor.
Roger gripped Chieko about the waist and lifted her effortlessly up into the back of the truck.
Fleetingly, his hot gray eyes riveted on the soft, high lobes of her creamy, dimpled ass, and his belly tightened with hot lust.
He patted her tush as she scrambled forward into the truck, and with a grunt, hauled himself up after her.
His pecker was sticking out straight in front of him, bobbing impatiently in the air like a flag pole stirring in the wind.
Chieko sat on her knees with her hands crossed demurely over her lap. Her eyes were large and frightened and she was trembling.
Roger scrambled over to her, getting up on his knees and reaching out, clamping his big hands over her tits and squeezing and kneading them lasciviously.
He reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hands away from her crotch. His eyes glistened as he saw the lambent, saliva-imbued triangle of dark hairs and the pink puckered slit of her juicy pussy.
"Get down on your hands and knees," Roger growled thickly.
Chieko looked at him with limpid, pleading eyes, but she saw that there was no use in trying to dissuade him.
With a tremulous sigh, she got on all fours, her soft, pliant breasts dangling down, her curvaceous, firm buttocks jutting up in the air invitingly.
Roger groaned as he looked at her sweet creamy ass cheeks. He could see the soft, pinkish lips of her vagina directly beneath, too.
Hell, the sight nearly made him shoot his wad right there and then!
He clamped his big hands around each of the tender lobes of flesh, kneading and squeezing them lasciviously.
He dug his thumbs into the buttocks and slowly peeled them back, revealing her rosy, wrinkled anus.
It was a tiny, satiny rosette which winked at him coquettishly, looking impossibly small and delicate.
Roger's belly flared up with flames of hot lust.
He bent down and blew hot air into her crack.
Bending further, he thrust out his tongue and lewdly licked it up and down her crack, sluicing the tip of it over the soft circle of her asshole.
Chieko's body shuddered as needles of pleasure pricked through her. She chewed on her lower lip and gave a quavering groan as his tongue began to slide in circular motions over her rosebud, making it twitch and spasm in pleasure.
Roger growled in excitement, mashing his mouth hungrily against her butthole and sucking at it voraciously.
Chieko gave a low sob of humiliated lust. She felt his stubbly cheeks scraping against her tender flesh, exciting her even more. She felt his tongue probe the tight, stubborn entry way to her nether furrow.
She gave a sharp cry of shocked delight when his tongue slowly began to slide up inside her musky chute.
Roger fucked his long tongue in and out of her incredibly tight sphincter, loving the way it clasped around and tugged at his tongue. He felt the furnace hot interior of her colon clutching at him, and his cock spasmed in excitement.
As he tongued and lapped at her asshole, Roger began to rub the heel of his hand against her wet, dripping crotch.
He detected the aching button of her clitoris with his thumb and began to titillate it lewdly, making her jerk and gasp in exhilarated, breathless delight.
He inserted two fingers in her pussy and began to frig her cunt vigorously in the same rhythm with which he was sliding his tongue in and out of her ass.
He felt her nubile young body begin to writhe and wriggle wantonly against him, and Chieko was moaning and whimpering in abject delight. She felt hot and relaxed, and her pussy was dripping and squeezing at his fingers hotly.
She wanted it. She wanted his huge, thick cock. And he knew it.
He drew his fingers and tongue out of her and sat back on his haunches, breathing harshly.
He fisted his massive sex tool and scooted forward, maneuvering it beneath Chieko's trembling body until the thick, spongy head scraped over the soft, petal-like lips of her labia.
Aggressively, Roger pushed his hips forward until the thick knob lodged against the opening to her vaginal furrow.
Releasing his cock shaft, he clamped both hands tightly around her slender waist, spreading his legs and bracing himself for the penetration.
Chieko was shuddering uncontrollably, little breathless whimpers fluttering from between her parted lips.
Her mind was whirling, her heart beating rapidly. Her legs felt weak and quivers of nervous excitement rustled through her.
She felt the enormous, fist-like appendage press up against her tight, delicate girlish cunt hole, and she bit her lip, choking back a sob as fear clutched at her throat.
Roger gritted his teeth, flexing the muscles in his upper body and buttocks as he prepared to jam his huge ramrod inside the hot young teenager's sweet, honeyed chasm.
He felt the mouth to her tunnel of love squelch hotly around the tip of his rock-hard lance.
He shuddered in carnal excitement. His gray eyes glittered with lust. His beer-soaked mind channeled his incoherent rage into his erotic need, and he gave a savage grunt as he slammed his hips forward with all his mind, churning up against Chieko's tender body.
At the same time, he dug his fingers hard into her sides and pulled her back against him as he thrust forward hard.
His huge, pulsating stiffness rammed brutally up her clenching furrow, sliding all the way inside until the fat knobby corona battered against her cervix, stretching it wide.
Roger groaned in pleasure as the silky, heated glove of flesh squelched over his turgid sex tool, tugging at it wantonly, milking it in spasmodic jerks.
Chieko arched her back and uttered a shrill, ragged screech. Blinding pain sliced through her loins as she was brutally penetrated in one, vicious thrust by the hulking trucker.
She sobbed in agony, feeling his crinkly pubic bush mash up against her tender buns and his big, swinging balls whip up against her belly.
Roger grunted in satisfaction, pulling back and letting about half of his ten inch phallus squelch out of her pussy.
Then, he lunged forward again, slamming it up to the hilt inside of her once more.
Chieko's body lurched forward, her tits swinging back and forth, each time the big, brawny trucker pumped his huge truncheon into her sweet, honeyed cuntal sheath.
"Yeah! You're nice and tight up there, bitch! Real nice! Unh! Unh! Unh!" Roger grunted hoarsely as he pumped his hips vigorously to and fro.
Chieko's moans and sobs of pain were rapidly diminishing, and little breathless, startled gasps were erupting from her throat each time the big sweaty trucker's body banged against hers.
His large testicles whipped up against her belly with moist slapping sounds as his large, thick dick stroked in and out, in and out of her taut, sucking vagina.
"AWWWWW, YEAH! Take it, baby! Take my big fuckin' cock!" Roger roared, ramming savagely in and out of the young girl's pussy.
"You like it, bitch? You like it? Huh?" Roger gasped, bending over and sliding his hands under her belly and clutching at her jiggling titties, still humping into her hard.
"Y-Y-E-E-ES ... " she sobbed brokenly, tossing her silken black tresses back and forth in a frenzy of excitement.
The voluptuous Oriental slut was pushing her hips back urgently now, skewering herself on the heavy, stiff column of flesh and gristle which stroked relentlessly back and forth, ramming deeply inside of her.
Roger played with the hot slut's tits as he fucked her hard from behind. He squeezed his big mitts around the tender hillocks of flesh, crushing her puckered, strawberry hued nipples between his knuckles and kneading them hungrily.
He bent down and sucked and chewed on the back of her neck, occasionally sticking his long wet tongue in her ear and growling coarse words as he pounded into her.
Chieko's body felt as if it were on fire. Her head whirled as little, billowing explosions of delirious pleasure cascaded through her body.
Each time Roger's cock stroked up into her silken vaginal sheath, an electric spark of intense pleasure shuddered through her quivering loins, making her cry out in ecstasy.
The pleasurable sensation was growing more and more intense.
Roger was grunting and panting like a rutting bull now, hammering his huge mauler into her cunt with all his might.
Chieko panted and screamed in passionate abandon. "OOOOOOH! YYEEES!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEE! AAAAAH! I - I THINK I'M ... AAAH!! I'M CUMMING!! I'M CUMMING!!! AIEEEE!"
She threw back her head and sobbed with pleasure, heaving her hips back against his pounded prick.
Her pussy spasmed and constricted about his pecker as her hot, wet juices gushed copiously around the stem and head of his plunging phallus.
Roger grunted in satisfaction, feeling her hot, unctuous fluids squirting as she came and came, sobbing with delirious delight, her nubile young body twitching and jerking.
His balls were swollen with scum, and he could easily have shot his wad right then and there.
But Roger liked to prolong his sex sessions. He didn't want to shoot his load just yet ...
Quickly, he hunched back, and his long fat prong squelched suddenly free of Chieko's twitching, oozing pussy, snapping up against his belly hard.
Roger drew his hands from Chieko's waist and peeled back the lobes of her sweet, high ass cheeks with his thumbs, once again revealing her succulent, winking bunghole.
It was still shiny and moist from the thorough tonguing he had given it earlier, and it was twitching spasmodically as uncontrollable shudders of delight still wracked the young Oriental slut's body.
Grunting, Roger hunched his body forward, fisting his ten inch dong and guiding the thick, spongy head against the tender maw to her virginal anal chute.
He rested the crown firmly against the slot and gripped tightly to her waist once more.
Gritting his teeth together, his eyes glistening with savage lust, Roger pounded his ass forward hard.
Chieko's clenching sphincter muscle stubbornly resisted the brutal assault briefly, but the huge, fist-like knob slowly managed to stretch the asshole wide.
It stretched, and stretched, and stretched some more, final snapping securely around the mushroom-shaped knob.
Roger groaned as he felt the impossible tightness and the incredible heat of the hot slut's spasming ass.
Chieko was not at all prepared for the sudden penetration of her virginal anal orifice. Her mind was still whirling and shuddering with the afterglow of the exquisite multiple orgasm which had wracked her body.
Never had she experienced anything quite so pleasurable before! Her whole body had seemed to explode as the most exquisite waves of sheer rapture cascaded through all her nerve endings.
For the first time, she had discovered the treasured culmination of good, hot sex. From then on, she would be addicted to hot, heavy sex. Chieko was destined to become the slut of all time.
Dimly, she became aware of something very large pressing between her ass cheeks and pushing up against the satiny circle of her asshole.
She felt Roger grip her waist tightly, his fingers digging deeply into her olive toned flesh.
Then, white hot pain suddenly knifed through her bowels, slicing through her body violently, making spots flash before her eyes.
It was as though a red hot poker had been shoved up her ass, setting her insides on fire!
Chieko's eyes bulged, her jaw dropped and her throat constricted in a strangled, soundless scream.
Roger grunted in pleasure, oscillating his hips lewdly, and then pumped his ass against her hard, dragging her back toward him with his powerful hands.
His immense manmeat slid slowly up the slippery, clutching anal chute, inch after inch of it disappearing inside her impossibly distended anus.
Chieko caught her breath and sobbed in pain, feebly attempting to pull away from the brutal trucker who had begun to sodomize her so cruelly.
"N-NOOOO!" she wailed. "P-PLEASE!! T-TAKE IT OUT! IT HURTS!! NOOOOOO!"
But Roger Lipscotch was oblivious to her pleas.
He began to hammer his hips lustily to and fro, and groaned in satisfaction as all ten inches of his gargantuan twitching sex tool slid up inside the sobbing Oriental slut's clutching rectal furrow.
He felt the spasming muscle of her asshole snap firmly around the pulsating base of his enormous root.
He undulated his hips, savoring the feeling of having his whanger completely encompassed by hot, glove-like rectal membranes.
"MMMMMM, YEAH!" he groaned thickly. "You got a great ass, bitch! Good and tight!"
He humped his pelvis lewdly to and fro, starting to sodomize her hard.
He rammed his sweaty thighs up against her quivering, pale tush, making the flesh bounce forward and her body jerk with the force of his thrusts.
As his large whanger penetrated her tight canal again and again, his big sweaty balls whipped up and smacked against her oozing cunt.
Little grunts and growls of animalistic desire sprayed from between his clenched teeth as he drove his ten inch penis up her ass again and again.
Chieko sobbed and shuddered. The piercing, agonizing spasms of pain had quickly begun to ebb away, and she felt a strange, billowing sensation of warmth begin to flow through her bowels.
Each time his huge barbed lance stroked up deeply inside her guts, this billowing sensation exploded inside her, traversing through her loins and intestines simultaneously getting more and more intense.
Her head jerked back in shocked surprise, her eyes snapped open and she gave a broken cry as the pain metamorphosized into intense, primeval pleasure.
Roger felt her start to relax. Her hot, quivering anal sheath begun to clutch and milk around his pounding root, and she was beginning to push back, impaling herself wantonly.
"You like that, don't you, slut?" Roger grinned lasciviously, viciously pounding his huge truncheon up her ass.
Chieko groaned and sobbed in incoherent response, tossing her long silken tresses back and forth in a frenzy of passion, her little titties swinging back and forth rhythmically.
Moist squelching sounds emerged from the juncture where his pecker slammed into her ringed anal muscle, stretching it wide apart.
Chieko's juices were flowing as her body awakened with fluttering desire and rapture. Roger could feel her ass get hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter.
Chieko was squirming and wiggling beneath him like an eel, milking seductively at his plunging prick.
He groaned in pleasure, increasing the pace of his hard, bone-rattling thrusts.
He slid a hand around her hips and began to feverishly rub his calloused fingers over her hot, twitching pussy.
He stroked the cuticle of his forefinger in rapid circular motions over her throbbing love button, and Chieko uttered shrill little cries of ecstasy, her body jerking and shaking spasmodically.
She sobbed in unabashed rapture as she felt her body rippling in the throes of another intense multiple orgasm.
It seemed to swirl through her like a delicious waves, crashing over her nerve endings, setting her flesh on fire.
Wave after wave of sheer ecstasy shuddered through her nubile, writhing body as she sobbed and shoved her ass back against the thick pounding slab of heavy meat which pierced her again and again.
Roger grunted, his vision clouding with red hot lust, as he felt her start to come.
He felt her asshole convulse around his pounding pecker, her hot juices spilling wantonly, her young, warm silky body arching and writhing in ecstasy.
His belly tightened as coals of red hot lust kindled there, shooting to his swollen, scum-filled balls.
He rammed into her brutally, with all his might, his sweaty belly smacking up against her buttocks with loud, quick slapping sounds.
Animalistic grunts sprayed from between his clenched white teeth as he snarled in bestial excitement.
"YEAH! UNH! UNH! UNH! TAKE IT, CUNT! TAKE MY HUGE HOT HORSEDICK UP YOUR HUNGRY HOLE! UNH! UNH! UNH! YEAH!! YEAH!!! HERE IT COMES, BITCH! HERE COMES MY HOT, THICK SPUNK! AAAAAARRRRGH!!"
He threw back his head and bellowed in bestial passion, the muscles on his body bulging, sweat streaming from his pores.
He lunged forward with all his might, sinking his heavy truncheon to the balls inside her steaming innards.
White hot explosions of carnal pleasure ricocheted through his twitching balls. His thick, creamy jism catapulted up his throbbing tubes and began to jet out deep in Chieko's intestines.
The hot, heavy cream blasted inside of her again and again, spraying her full with his thick, masculine load.
Roger groaned and snorted, his big, brawny physique shuddering and twitching as he rolled his hips lewdly from side to side, his big throbbing penis squirting his seed again and again into the Oriental hitchhiker's creamy smooth ass.
With a grunt, Roger sat back on his heels, his dong squelching free from her tight, sucking hole.
He panted thickly, staring at the girl who collapsed on her belly on the floor of the truck, her lithe, smooth body quivering spasmodically as she mewled and moaned and sobbed.
Hell, that had felt good! As he looked down at her, Roger felt a flicker of desire rush through him again, exhausted though he was.
He liked 'em young. And this hot chick was a teenager with a childish, girlish figure. Her holes were hot and tight, and she was small and girlish.
Fleetingly, he remembered glancing into his younger daughter's room the week before and spotting Vicky lying face down on her bed, wearing only her panties, listening to the radio.
He had been transfixed and erotically excited by the sight of his beautiful blonde fourteen year old daughter lying there, wiggling her hips in time with the music.
Roger licked his lips, gazing down at Chieko. Hell, he'd like to have hot, young teenaged ass at his disposal all the time!
Suddenly, he thought to himself, Well, why the fuck not? I've got two gorgeous teenaged daughters living under my roof right now!
A nagging inner voice warned him that incest and rape were contrary to the natural order of things, let alone the seduction of underage girls.
But Roger's drunken lust and his frustrated anger blotted out this reasoning voice and the little red devil in his mind took control.
As he jumped down to the ground and helped Chieko out of the back of the truck, Roger was lost in thought.
His heart was hammering as he imagined what it would be like to get it on with his sweet, naive, gorgeous little girls. Vicky and Barbie, his darling daughters.
Hell, he'd been turned on by the little sluts for a long time, even before his wife ran out on him.
He was thoughtful and silent as he turned the truck around and headed back toward the highway.
Chieko felt weak all over, and she ached deliciously. She got back into her clothes and settled back in the truck with a contented sigh.
As they pulled onto the highway, Roger drawled out of the corner of his mouth, "Where shall I drop ya, babe?"
CHAPTER THREE
Barbara Lipscotch, known to her friends as "Barbie," studied herself in the mirror as she drew the brush through her long, light brown hair.
Not bad, she said to herself, smiling.
In fact, she looked absolutely stunning.
The lovely fifteen year old had just a towel wrapped around her body, having stepped out of the shower half an hour earlier.
She had blow dried her hair and was brushing the long tresses hard. Her hair was silky and long, flowing about her shoulders in auburn waves.
Her face was oval-shaped with a porcelain smooth complexion. She had large, limpid, long lashed eyes which were a sexy sea green.
She had a small, perky button of a nose, and her mouth was warm and full-lipped and sensuous and raspberry hued.
Her body was lithe and budding. She no longer looked like an awkward adolescent, but a luscious young lady.
Her breasts were small and firm and jutting, like grapefruits, pressing against the terry cloth towel urgently.
Her belly was lean, her waist was extremely tiny, and her hips sloped voluptuously.
She had a high, firm, bouncy ass and long, lovely, shapely legs.
She wanted to look good now for her date with Curt. Thinking of the young man who was due to pick her up in forty-five minutes, Barbie's heart skipped a beat and she felt a tremor of excitement rustle through her.
Curt Davis was the high school jock, the dreamy guy all the girls longed for. He was the captain of the football team, and he was eighteen, a real man!
He was tall and strong and muscular, with short-cropped blond hair, a sexy tan and mocking blue eyes, not to speak of a dazzling, heart-melting smile.
He was also known to be a bit of a playboy. He dated as many of the prettiest girls in the eleventh and twelfth grades as he could, and was known to follow the motto, "catch 'em, fuck 'em, dump 'em."
Curt Davis left a trail of broken hearts through the halls of Tuckerville High.
Barbie was a sophomore, and she admired Curt from afar, never dreaming that he would notice her, let alone ask her on a date.
But she underestimated her charms. Barbie Lipscotch was quite clearly the most beautiful, sexiest girl in the tenth grade. She was lovelier and looked more mature than most of the girls in the eleventh and twelfth grades.
Barbie was so beautiful, in fact, that a lot of guys whom she would have been interested in didn't approach her because they thought they wouldn't have a chance to get to first base.
In fact, Curt Davis had been eyeing the gorgeous young chick for some time now.
He made his move a week before. After school, Barbie had been strolling out of the building down toward the parking lot where the busses were parked.
A deep masculine voice rang out beside her.
"Hey. there, uh. Barbie, isn't it?"
She turned and looked up into those very sexy blue eyes, and nearly swooned on the steps of the school.
Not only was Curt Davis talking to her, he actually knew who she was!
"H-Hi!" she managed to stammer, just barely keeping herself from dropping her books.
"I'm Curt Davis," he said, "I think we met at Marcie Jacobson's party a few weeks ago."
Actually, that was true. One of the girls had briefly introduced Barbie to Curt that evening, but she was sure at the time that he had hardly noticed her. She found it incredibly flattering that she had made an impression on him.
"Would you like a lift home?" he asked.
"S-Sure!" she gasped.
Gosh, if he'd ask her to walk home with him, she'd gladly have done it!!
He behaved like a perfect gentleman, driving her home in his gleaming cream colored Porsche, getting out and opening the door for her.
Just as she was turning to walk up the path to her front door, however, Curt had placed his hands on her shoulders and bent down, brushing his lips lightly across her own.
He said huskily, "I want to see you Saturday afternoon. I'll be here to pick you up at two. O.K.?"
What could she say? She nodded and stared after him with star struck eyes as the cream colored Porsche glided away down the street with her blond hero at the wheel.
Barbie sighed, her heart hammering with excitement. She pursed her lips and applied lipstick to them. It was a deep crimson hue, and her lips looked moist and bright and kissable when she had finished.
She daubed some fragrant perfume on her finger tips, dabbing it daintily on her throat and behind her ears.
She turned and looked at the dress she had selected for the afternoon.
It had taken her an hour to choose the right outfit to wear for the occasion. She wanted to look ravishing, but she didn't want it to appear as though she were decking herself out purposefully to attract him.
She had chosen a white summer dress with a low bodice, accentuated her willowy, hour glass figure, fanning in pleats just above the knees.
This way, enough of her legs and breasts were revealed to make her enticing qualities apparent, without looking sluttish.
Barbie drew the towel from around her waist and tossed it over a chair. She turned and stared at her naked body in the full length mirror on the side of her closet.
She had a ravishing figure. Her budding, thrusting breasts were creamy and pale as milk, large, silver dollar sized nipples capping the hills of flesh like crimson cherries.
Her thighs were smooth and supple. A faint, pale brown down formed a triangle between her legs, lightly lining the soft, pouting mound of her pink, girlish mons Veneris.
Barbie was still a virgin. But she had determined to lose her cherry before she turned sixteen.
All of her girlfriends had "gone all the way," or at least, said they had, and Barbie was dying to find out what sex with a guy was like.
She had discovered masturbation long before, and often stroked her hot pussy with the tips of her fingers while she lay in bed at night, closing her eyes and fantasizing about hung studs like Curt Davis.
Now, maybe, her fantasy would come true ...
Shuddering, Barbie drew her hands over the pear-shaped lobes of her breasts, rolling her palms in feathery strokes over her budding nipples. She felt languid ripples of lust rustle through her, and her nubbins grew slowly erect, throbbing like rivets against her hands.
She plucked at the rubbery fingers of flesh and squeezed her tits lasciviously, closing her eyes and moaning in wanton excitement.
She drew her hands slowly down her body, shuddering as she brought them together between her legs.
Staring into the mirror, she watched as her fingers spread the hungry, girlish lips of her labia, revealing the glittering pink jewels of her sex.
She rolled the tip of her forefinger along the hot, unctuous slit, strumming it lightly over the twitching knob of her oily clitoris.
Little explosions of delight fanned through her and she sighed and wriggled her hips wantonly, tickling her clit and pushing her thumb in and out of her hot, buttery slit.
She shifted her eyes suddenly, catching sight of a movement in the reflection in the mirror, and froze with shock.
Behind her, staring through the window at her with smoldering black eyes, was a large, brawny black man.
He was stripped to the waist, and his brawny, heavily muscled, mahogany hued torso gleamed with sweat.
One of his hands was lewdly rubbing back and forth over the front of his tight trousers as he stroked the enormous lump which throbbed there.
Barbie whirled around with a startled cry, grabbing up the towel and covering herself with it.
The black dude grinned at her, revealing his strong white teeth, and then ducked away from the window.
With an exclamation of annoyance, Barbie darted to the window and jerked the curtains closed.
But she felt strangely thrilled by the experience. She actually was a bit turned on by the thought of a full-grown, lusty man getting all hot and horny as he looked at her young, nubile body ...
She recognized the black guy. He was one of the construction workers who were fixing the pool in her neighbors' yard.
She'd noticed the tall, brawny black man the day before on her way home from school, and had fleetingly admired his muscular, bared chest.
Barbie was strangely attracted to brawny, muscular older men. Like her father ...
Barbie impatiently tried to quell the thought, but she had to acknowledge that she had been having increasingly sensual thoughts about Roger Lipscotch of late.
She often sensed his hot gray eyes burning into her, and she felt strangely thrilled by the excitement she felt generating from his powerful, lusty body.
He was a hard man to live with. He was often away for weeks on the road, and even when he was home, he was often drunk and angry, and sometimes slapped and hit his daughters for virtually no reason at all.
When Margaret Lipscotch, Barbie's and Vicki's mother, had lived with them, there had been constant screaming fights between the two parents, and the girls had shrunk from their father and mother, and tried to keep away from home as much as they could.
When Roger went away on his trucking trips, Margaret began to brazenly bring men home with her.
At first, Vicki and Barbie had been confused by this, and then, they had become angry at the way their mother so defiantly cheated on their father. They had no way of knowing that Roger fucked every hot piece of ass he could get his hands on while he was away from home.
A couple of weeks before Margaret left the Lipscotch home for good, Barbie had accidentally witnessed a scene which embossed itself in her mind, coloring her perception of sexuality permanently.
Roger had returned from a trip and discovered a used jock strap in the bedroom which didn't belong to him.
He and Margaret had had a rip roaring fight, screaming and yelling obscenities at each other, throwing things and ranting and raving.
As usual, when this happened, Barbie and Vicki retired to their rooms and closed the doors and pretended to go to sleep.
After a while, though, the shouting stopped pretty abruptly.
Barbie was feeling very thirsty. She wanted a nice tall glass of ice water, so she waited until everything was still, and then crept to the door, opening it and tiptoeing down the hall to the kitchen.
Her parents' bedroom was directly adjacent to the kitchen, and as she approached, Barbie noticed that the door was open and a light was on in the room.
Furthermore, strange noises were emanating from the room, grunting sounds, and a creaking noise, and muffled squeals.
Puzzled, Barbie peered through the door and nearly cried out in shock and surprise at what she saw.
Margaret Lipscotch was stretched across the big double bed on her back. Her wrists were tied to each bed post, and a scarf was wrapped tightly around her mouth, gagging her. Her eyes were bulging and she was making muffled attempts to scream. But her husband had stuffed the soiled jock strap he had found in the bed into her mouth, and she couldn't make a sound.
Margaret Lipscotch had large, thrusting breasts, an enviably huge pair of creamy, red-tipped mammalian which Barbie hoped she would inherit.
Now, those big tits were flopping madly up and down, bouncing from side to side as Margaret's body jerked rhythmically back and forth.
Because Roger's huge, brawny body, stark naked, was laying on top of hers.
Roger had his hands around the backs of Margaret's knees and was pushing her legs forward until her knees almost touched her shoulders.
She was still wearing a pair of high heeled shoes and black net stockings.
Roger was stark naked, and his broad, hairy back and buttocks glistened with sweat.
Grunts sprayed from between his teeth as he savagely slammed his hips forward.
From where she stood, Barbie could clearly see his enormous, bulging phallus sliding in and out of her mother's twitching, fur-lined muff.
His big balls whipped up moistly against her buttocks as he fucked her hard.
"So you think you can fuck around while I'm not around and get away with it, huh?" he snarled thickly, hammering into her hard.
He reached out and grabbed her big, ballooning boobs, crushing them savagely in his hands until the resilient, creamy flesh squelched between his fingers and her body arched in agony.
"Take it, bitch! Take your husband's big fuckin' dick!" he snarled.
He bucked into her hard, making the big bed creak and groan rhythmically.
Barbie was both horrified and tremendously excited by this salacious, lewd scene.
She quickly rushed back to her room, forgetting all about the glass of ice water, and lay in bed, her eyes wide open, her chest heaving, her body flushed with sudden lust.
And she had started to slowly rub the heel of her hand between her moist, girlish thighs, stroking her cunt until a shuddering orgasm wracked her nubile young body.
She had closed her eyes and dreamed of her own father, pumping his big, rigid boner into her cunt, instead of her mother's ...
Barbie frowned as these disturbing memories came rushing back, a stab of guilt and shame cutting through her.
Hastily, she occupied herself with dressing. She pulled on the frothy white dress. It felt light and airy, and it was delectably form fitting.
Her breasts thrust against the thin cotton material, which clearly outlined the turreting knobs of her nipples.
She smiled at herself in the mirror and nodded, going out of her bedroom and into the living room where she sat with bated breath, awaiting Curt's arrival.
She knew that her father was due to get home late that afternoon, and she had left a note on the kitchen table telling him that she would be out with friends till late and that Vicky was spending the night with her best friend, Amy.
She looked at the clock on the wall. It was two o'clock.
A moment later, the door bell rang, and Barbie's heart skipped a beat. She sprang up, taking a deep breath, and marched to the front door, pulling it open.
"Hey, there, beautiful, ready to go for a little ride?" Curt said, grinning wolfishly as his hot blue eyes raked up and down the gorgeous fifteen year old girl's figure.
"Sure am!" she said brightly, flashing him her sexiest smile and trying to appear more self-confident than she felt.
Curt looked positively god-like. He was wearing a dark blue Lacoste short sleeved shirt, which clung to the muscular contours of his torso.
He had on a pair of clinging white slacks, too, and there was a telltale bulge at his crotch which Barbie could not help but notice.
His Porsche was sitting curb side like a gorgeous, cream-colored chariot about to whisk them away to a palace.
"Hop in, beautiful!" Curt said, opening the door and helping her slide across the driver's seat before climbing in beside her.
He flashed her a dazzling grin and drawled, "What d'you say we take a ride over to Lothario Peak?"
He was driving with one hand now, his other arm casually slung around the back of Barbie's seat, brushing against her head.
Barbie's heart fluttered with excitement and she blushed deeply.
Lothario Peak!! That was the Lovers' Lane of Tuckerville! That was where all the seniors took their dates to neck and make out!
She looked straight ahead and said as casually as she could, "Sure, if you want to."
Curt gave her a quick look and said seriously, "No, really, honey, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything. You want to go? If not, we can got take in a movie or something."
Barbie turned and smiled voluptuously at the blond jock.
"Let's go to Lothario Peak," she said evenly.
Curt stared into her sexy sea green eyes, and grinned, lust rushing through his youthful, virile veins.
He stepped on the gas pedal, and the glittering Porsche glided past a battered Pontiac. The middle-aged driver of the Pontiac stared after the Porsche with murderous, envious eyes.
"Goddamn punks!" he muttered sourly beneath his breath.
Just outside of Tuckerville was a small forest and a hilly area. A dirt road wound through the forest, ending abruptly at a cliff overlooking the valley.
It was cloistered by tall oaks and elms, and the purpose of the road had long since been forgotten.
Only the kids used it now, horny young adolescents who took girls to the peak for some lustful tussling.
The Tuckerville cops knew about the peak, but they had nostalgic memories of their own youth when many of them had brought their own dates to Lothario Peak, so they usually left the place alone unless they received complaints from indignant parents.
On a Saturday afternoon, Lothario Peak was usually pretty deserted. Most guys took girls there at night.
Curt Davis had discovered this, and cleverly used the place on week-end afternoons to entertain his girlfriends.
The Porsche bumped over the crude dirt road and branches scraped against the windows as they drove along.
Curt had draped his arm around Barbie's shoulders now and was talking casually to her, getting her to relax.
He had turned on the radio, and Billy Joel was crooning "The Stranger" over the speakers in the back of the Porsche.
"You got a steady boyfriend, Barbie," Curt asked suddenly, glancing at her.
Barbie gave him a look and said a little coolly, "Would I be here with you if I had a steady boyfriend?"
Curt grinned sheepishly. Hell, the girl had spunk! He liked that. So many of the twits he'd dated were so anxious to please him they gushed and giggled and flattered him constantly, boring him out of his gourd.
It was nice to meet a girl who wouldn't take crap from him. For a change.
Curt shifted in his seat, feeling himself starting to get turned on. His cock was beginning to slowly unfurl in his tight white pants, stretching a bit painfully against his trouser leg.
"Well, here we are!" he said brightly.
They turned the bend and came to a large opening in the trees. An ancient wrought iron fence curled around the edge of the cliff.
Barbie sighed. The view was pretty spectacular. At night, all you could see were the glittering lights of the towns of Chisholm and Jetsondale in the valley below.
Now, the sky was a clear vibrant blue, and the rolling hills looked brown and green and lush. The houses were like small white toy houses, speckling the dark valley in clusters.
"What a beautiful view!" Barbie sighed in rapture.
"I'll say!" Curt echoed.
He was staring greedily at her cleavage, his blue eyes sparkling with lust.
CHAPTER FOUR
Barbie gave a muffled gasp of pleasure as she kissed the hot blond stud whose lips were passionately affixed to her own.
Curt Davis growled with bestial desire, sliding his strong arms around her waist and drawing her tightly against him, his tongue exploring the interior of her mouth as he sucked up her sweet saliva.
They were still sitting in the car. Curt pulled away, looking at her with his smoldering blue eyes.
"God, you're beautiful," he said huskily.
He kissed her again, planting hot, hungry kisses on her mouth and cheeks, sniffing her perfume, loving the softness of her flesh.
Barbie shuddered, her head swirling with delighted passion. She had never been kissed like that before, and his hot, hard, masculine mouth drove her wild with excitement. She drew her arms around his powerful, bullish neck, straining against him, her tits flattening against his hard chest.
As he sucked at her mouth, Curt drew his hands up her body and cupped and squeezed her breasts through the cotton dress.
Barbie whimpered with pleasure, darts of desire shooting through her as he kneaded and played with her throbbing boobs.
He drew away from her, his hot blue eyes searing into her like lasers.
"Let me see your breasts, baby. I want to touch them. I want to kiss them."
His voice was husky and seductive. There was no way Barbie could resist his advances. This guy knew how to turn women on.
Urgently, he tugged at her dress. He slid his hands around her back and groped for the zipper, kissing her hotly on the face as he yanked it down.
He pulled the front of her dress, and out popped the bobbling, marshmallow textured spheres of flesh.
"OOOH, honey! You got such nice tits, baby! So nice!" he said huskily, running his hands over the thrusting, creamy mounds, mashing them together and gripping them hard.
He scraped the palms of his big strong hands over her ripe nubbins, and they grew almost instantly erect.
He bent down, pressing his lips to her collarbone and slowly slid his mouth over one of the soft, pillowy globes.
He gripped it and lifted the throbbing girlish tittie, feathering his mouth across it, tantalizing the tip of her ripe, crimson nipple with the end of his wriggling tongue.
Barbie whimpered in pleasure as he clamped his warm wet lips around the tit and began to suck on it hungrily, sluicing his tongue back and forth and in circular movements over the silky flesh, hollowing his cheeks as he greedily sucked as much of her hot tit into his mouth as he could.
He released the boob with a moist popping sound and it jiggled coquettishly, gleaming with his saliva.
"Yeah, you got great tits, baby," he muttered thickly, and slurped up her other breast.
As he sucked her tits, Curt was firmly pulling at her dress, dragging it down her shivering body until he dropped in a heap about her ankles.
He ran his hands slowly up the insides of her legs and down her thighs.
Barbie gave a shaky cry of pleasure, closing her eyes and gasping as she felt his fingers feather over her thighs and stroke across the soft cotton of her frilly white panties.
Curt licked his lips as he glanced down at her crotch. Her panties sloped in a slight, soft hill over the puckered mound of her girlish, delicate mons Veneris.
Hot lust shot through his loins, and he shuddered with passion, chewing on her tit hungrily while he tweaked and plucked at her other nipple with his fingers.
He moved on down, leaving a glittering trail of saliva in his wake as his tongue lapped back and forth over her smooth, soft belly.
Barbie's body jerked with excitement and she gave a soft whimper as she felt his lips and hot breath brush over the surface of her flimsy panties, sending electric waves of delight coursing through her loins.
Curt pressed his mouth firmly against her crotch, sucking at her hungrily through the cotton panties, feeling the soft slickness of her quivering virginal pussy.
"OOOOOH!! Y-YEEES!!" Barbie cried brokenly, arching her back as his tongue sluiced up and down the front of her panties. She could feel it through the material, sending delicious waves of passion through her lower body.
Curt grinned up at her, hooking his fingers in the elastic of the panties.
"Sit up a bit, honey," he ordered huskily.
Barbie chewed nervously on her lower lip, lifting her hips, allowing him to slowly draw her panties down and off.
Curt gave a low groan of pleasure as he ogled her pussy for the first time.
His eyes raked over the soft, straw-colored bush. He saw the delicate pink fringes of her cunt peeking up at him, and the hot little slit, gleaming already with her juices.
He bent down, his nostrils quivering as he inhaled her sweet feminine perfumes.
He thrust out his tongue and lewdly licked it up and down Barbie's buttery slit, wriggling it back and forth, probing the hot, clenching crack.
Barbie's back arched and she gave a small strangled cry. That felt so wonderful! She couldn't believe how good it felt!! Her head was spinning as his tongue continued to sluice back and forth and in and out of her quivering, unviolated snatch.
Electric explosions of sheer rapture cascaded through her loins, and she sobbed aloud with joy, instinctively spreading her legs wide, opening her flower-like vagina for his hungry oral exploration.
Curt grunted in coarse excitement, clamping his hard, sucking mouth around the buttery hill and slurping at it noisily, driving his tongue in and out of her deep, clenching hole.
He ferreted out the glistening knob of her clitoris and started to strum it lewdly with his tongue.
This made Barbie's body jerk violently and she impulsively clamped her little hands around his head, digging her fingers into his short blond hair.
"OOOOOOH!! Y-YEEES!! T-THAT'S SO GOOD!" she whimpered in delirious delight, her pretty cheeks flushed with excitement.
She was churning her hips wildly against the lusty jock's face, fiery explosions of pleasure ricocheting and spurting through her loins.
Hell, this chick was hot! Curt grunted in erotic passion, mouthing her box lewdly. She was really going to be a good fuck. He could tell that already.
He raised his head suddenly from her thighs. His lips and lower face were glistening with her juices, and his hot blue eyes sparkled with desire.
He grinned at Barbie, cupping her pretty, flushed face in his hands.
"Beautiful. So fucking beautiful," he murmured thickly, leaning down and kissing her passionately on the mouth.
"Come on," he said huskily, pulling away from her, "let's get a bit more comfortable."
He pushed open the door of the car, locking her small hand in his big one and pulling her after him.
They stepped out of the Porsche. Barbie was stark naked, her luscious, creamy body glistening with Curt's hot saliva.
"Are you sure no one's going to see us?" Barbie asked a trifle nervously.
He reached into the back seat and grabbed a beach blanket, tucking it under his arm.
Then, sliding an arm around Barbie's waist, he guided her to the trees. He led her into a small, tree surrounded hollow, a little retreat he had discovered several months earlier.
Sunlight filtered in through the closely meshing overhead branches, casting shadows and bars of golden light across the soft, grassy earth.
Curt spread the blanket out across the ground and grinned at Barbie, drawing her against him and kissing her languidly on the lips.
"Sit down," he said huskily.
Obediently, Barbie settled on the blanket, gazing up at him with flashing sea green eyes, looking incredibly beautiful and sexy.
Curt grabbed hold of his Lacoste shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it lightly to the ground.
Then, his hands went to his belt. He unbuckled it and slowly, sensuously pulled down his zipper and undid his fly.
He kicked off his shoes and pulled down his pants, stepping out of them easily.
Then, he stood before Barbie, garbed only in a jock strap and athletic socks.
Barbie shuddered as she gaped up at him. He looked like a splendid god! His ruggedly well-built body, rippling with belts of musculature, was virtually hairless and was burnt a golden brown by much exposure to the sun.
His shoulders were broad and his pecs were solid, jutting wedges of smooth muscle. He had a rippling, washboard belly, and there was an enormous bulge in the jock strap, lifting the elastic off his stomach.
Barbie felt desire well up inside of her like a living thing, setting her blood on fire, making her quiver with erotic longing. She had never wanted anything more than she wanted Curt Davis' body at that moment.
Curt dropped to his knees on the blanket in front of her, reaching out and running his hands slowly up her waist, closing the fingers around her ripe, juicy breasts.
He squeezed them gently, tweaking her rosy nipples between his knuckles. Barbie moaned and shuddered with pleasure.
Reaching out, she ran her hands tentatively over his hard, hot chest, loving the play of his solid musculature beneath his taut, smooth flesh.
"Kiss me," he said huskily, bending down.
Barbie tilted back her head and parted her lips as his face loomed over hers. His mouth clamped hotly to hers and they kissed passionately, their tongues dueling.
She drew her arms around his broad back, running her fingers over his hot, taut flesh as her soft, buoyant breasts were flattened against his hard, heaving chest.
Curt crushed her to him in a ferocious embrace, rolling over on top of her, kissing her hungrily.
Barbie arched her back, writhing beneath him as she felt his powerful body bearing down on hers.
Curt rolled over on his back, pulling her on top of him, still kissing her, clutching her head in both hands as his tongue explored her mouth.
He slid his hands slowly down her smooth, trembling back and over the taut, creamy cheeks of her ass.
She was straddling him, and she could feel the hot, rigid outline of his pecker throbbing against her belly.
She stared down at him, gasping with sensual excitement.
He grinned up at her and said huskily, "You're a knock-out, babe."
She pressed her lips against his firm, jutting jaw line and squirmed down on him, cooing and mewling in feminine delight.
Her hands fluttered over his heaving torso, tracing the belts of muscle beneath his flesh.
She pressed her face against the slope of his right pectoral muscle, pursing her lips and kissing his skin. Her tongue flailed back and forth across his chest as she hungrily, wantonly began to kiss and lave and suck at his upper body.
Curt groaned in pleasure, locking his hands behind his head in contentment as he gazed down at her with a lewd grin playing across his features.
Her long auburn hair spilled over his chest, tickling him deliciously, and her small, soft hands stroked over his flesh, sending bursts of electric excitement rustling through him.
Her soft, moist mouth and tongue, though, drove him wild. Hell, this hot little slut knew how to turn a guy on!
Barbie murmured in pleasure as she ran her hands up his flaring lats. She dipped her face down, laving her tongue lasciviously up one of his lats and pressing her mouth in his deep arm pit.
She inhaled the musky, sweaty odor, twirling the moist tuft of blond hair there with her wriggling pink tongue.
She moved over and lapped hungrily at his other arm pit, and then scooted down, her tongue sliding over the ripples of muscle along his belly, dipping briefly into the hollow of Curt's navel, until she reached the elastic of his jock.
A tuft of crinkly hair, a dark blond color, escaped over the top of the jock, which was obscenely distended by his raging hard-on.
Her heart hammering with passion, Barbie dug her fingers into the jock and pulled at it.
Curt was breathing hard now, hot flames of lust rushing through him. He heaved his hips up and allowed her to draw his jock strap down about his knees.
His rigid, tumescent sex organ sprang free, thrusting aggressively up into the air at a forty-five degree angle, pulsating with lust-en fevered blood.
Barbie gave a startled gasp as she set eyes on the brawny jock's prick for the first time.
Her eyes widened and her head spun. She felt a flutter of trepidation in her belly.
It was so enormous!! So much bigger than she had imagined a man's cock could be!!
But it was beautiful! It made her shudder as a hot flush of excitement trickled through her loins.
She stared in awe at the fat, heart-shaped, reddish head with its puckered piss slit.
She stared at the rock-hard, incredibly thick shaft, corrugated with pulsating veins, thrusting upward from a nest of coiling blond pubes.
She stared at the pair of huge, lusty, baseball sized balls that nestled beneath his throbbing nine inch cock.
Curt watched her expression of excitement and surprise, and he shuddered with blinding lust. God, she really WAS a beautiful chick! He couldn't remember being this turned on before!
"Suck on it, honey!" he said huskily. "Come on, sweetheart, you know you want to! Suck on my cock for a while!"
His voice was coaxing and throaty, sending shivers of erotic excitement rushing through her body.
Cautiously, she ran her hands up his hard, hairy calves, bringing them together between his legs.
In awe, she brushed her fingers up and down the length of his tumescent shaft, feeling the taut, heated rubbery hardness of his erection.
She squeezed her fingers around the thick stem, gasping when she found that they didn't quite fit around his shaft.
It was so heavy and hot! She could feel it pulsing in her hand.
She drew it up, staring down at it with big sea green eyes, her lips parted as she panted with excitement.
Slowly, she bent down. The throbbing, huge, mushroom-shaped knob of his cock bobbed before her eyes.
She saw a moist drop of clear, gleaming liquid quivering on the puckered glands.
Automatically, she thrust out her tongue, sluicing it back and forth across his pulpy corona. She tasted the salty flavor of his pre-come, and it thrilled her incredibly.
She was running her fist up and down the corrugated length of his cock as she rapidly began to tongue his throbbing cock head. Her long, pink tongue laved up and down the bulbous knob, wriggling back and forth, dipping into the piss slit.
"AWWWWWW! Y-YEAH! DO IT, HONEY!" Curt moaned in ecstasy, contorting his face and arching his back.
His hands were still locked behind his head as he enjoyed the erotic sensations shooting through him as the hot fifteen year old slut licked and jerked on his cock.
Barbie pressed her lips hungrily to the side of his cock, raining the corrugated stem with wet warm kisses, her tongue darting back and forth across it, causing the huge pecker to twitch with excitement and delight.
She buried her lips and nose hungrily into the musky pubic hairs forming a mane around the root of the thick ramrod, inhaling his pungent masculine scent, her senses reeling with delirious excitement.
She was cupping his big balls in one hand and jerking on his manmeat with the other.
She dipped her face down and pressed her puckered, crimson lips against his balls.
Curt moaned in delight as her tongue lashed out and snaked across the pulpy, fleshy sac, warmly titillating his swollen, scum-filled nuts. He grinned as he noticed the smudges of lipstick all over his chest and belly where her moist, quivering mouth had made contact with his flesh. He was panting with lustful delight.
"Oh, yeah, lick those balls, baby! YEAH! That's terrific, baby! Oh, YEAH!" he moaned, shuddering in contentment.
Barbie snaked her tongue beneath his tightening scrotum, lewdly sliding it back and forth.
Curt grunted, his temples pounding as his breath came short and fast. This bitch was a real fuckin' hot piece of ass, man!
He reached down, sliding his fingers through her soft, silken hair which spilled in an auburn waterfall over his hard thighs.
"Come up here, honey," he said huskily, sliding his hands beneath her arms.
He lifted her up so that she was laying across his brawny body, her jutting, succulent breasts pressing against his hard, heaving chest.
He dug his hand into the back of her head and pulled her face down onto his, kissing her hungrily, his tongue exploring the interior of her sweet mouth.
He ran his hands down her back, digging them into the soft high lobes of her creamy ass. He began to erotically pump his hips up and down, and Barbie shivered as she felt the long, hot slab of his cock slide back and forth, sandwiched by their bellies.
Lifting her face off his own with both hands and searching her features with his glowing blue eyes, he said huskily, "I want you, baby. I want you bad. I want to fuck your sweet hot cunt, Barbie. I want to make you feel good ... "
Barbie sighed and shuddered, pressing her lips against his once more. She could feel his heart thudding violently in his heaving chest.
CHAPTER FIVE
Curt ran his hands down Barbie's trembling back and clutched her firmly about the waist.
Gently, he rolled her over on her side, and then, onto her back.
Barbie gave a little quavering sigh of expectant excitement, her head whirling, her heart hammering wildly.
Sensuously, Curt stroked his fingers up and down the front of her body, feathering them through the moist light brown hairs which formed a delicate fringe around her succulent, tight vagina.
Curt stroked his forefinger up and down the slick, heated slit, and Barbie's body jerked and spasmed with uncontrollable pleasure. She moaned and whimpered as he pressed his finger into the crack and began to worm it lasciviously in and out of her tight, virginal hole.
Barbie gasped as waves of exhilarating pleasure fanned through her again and again.
Curt bent down and kissed her on the lips as he began to frig her cunt with his finger. He worked it in up to the second digit, and then pushed a second finger inside.
Barbie winced slightly as his thick digits batted against the wall of her hymen, sending a little ripple of stabbing pain through her.
Curt looked into her face and said huskily, "Is this your first time, honey?"
Looking up at him with round, emerald green eyes, Barbie nodded dumbly.
Curt smiled at her and said softly, "Just relax, baby. It's going to be terrific."
He drew his fingers out of her and pulled her legs apart with his hands, scrambling on top of her, pressing his knees between her legs and planting his hands on either side of her head.
He looked down steadily into her eyes as he slowly lowered his hips on top of her.
Barbie shuddered as she felt the thick, meaty, saliva-imbued shaft of his pecker saw across her belly and throb against the slick, puckered petals of her labia.
The touch of his massive, barbed lance against her sensitized flesh sent electric bursts of incredible excitement shooting through her.
"You want it, honey?" he asked huskily. "You want me to put my big cock inside of you?"
Barbie moaned and gasped, "Y-Yes, Curt! Yes!"
He reached down and fisted the base of his large, thick, nine inch cock. Hunching his hips back slightly, he carefully maneuvered the fat corona against the slick, rosy lips of Barbie's mons Veneris.
He grunted in satisfaction as he felt the pulpy head stretch the halves of her peach-like vagina and butt up snugly against the notch to her honeyed tunnel of love.
Barbie's head was whirling as waves of incredibly intense erotic lust flushed through her nubile fifteen year old body.
She reached up, running her hands over Curt's broad sweaty chest and shoulders, her body shuddering uncontrollably beneath his.
Feeling his prick lodge firmly in place. Curt planted his hands on either side of Barbie's head and flexed the muscles in his powerfully built, youthful body as he prepared to penetrate her delicate, unviolated tunnel of love.
Slowly, he tensed his ass muscles and pushed them forward, forcing the weight of his lower body down upon her.
Barbie's legs were flung wide apart. Her body was quivering with excitement and longing.
Her pussy was wet and oozing with her copious juices and with Curt's saliva.
Slowly, the enormous tip of Curt's rubbery cock head pressed the hot, silky membranes of her pussy apart, stretching them wide as it slid inside.
Curt gave a low moan of pleasure as the knob of his horny, twitching pecker was encompassed by the tight, clinging glove of the hot little slut's twat.
Barbie's eyes snapped open and her back arched as she felt herself stretched wide by his enormous cock. Spasms of mingled pain and pleasure flushed through her, making her senses reel.
Curt felt her pussy tug and milk around the crown of his penis, and he gave a low, savage grunt of carnal excitement, sawing his hips back and forth relentlessly.
His prick slid deeper into the tight, narrow tunnel, slamming against Barbie's hymen. For a brief moment, the protective membrane stubbornly resisted the assault, but then, it gave way, ripping like tissue as the thick, steely cudgel drove its way deep inside Barbie's hot, throbbing honeycomb.
An explosion of white hot pain seemed to sear through Barbie's body.
She gritted her teeth, writhing in agony, tears streaming down her cheeks, as Curt's nine inch phallus slipped deeper and deeper inside of her.
"Take it easy, honey, just relax!" Curt grunted huskily.
He moaned softly as he felt the puckered lips of her pussy mesh against the nest of tangled golden pubes around the base of his thick dick.
All nine inches of his horsemeat were surrounded by the satiny, moist flesh of her tight, vibrating vagina, and it felt like heaven to the horny young stud.
He rested his massively muscled young body on top of her, slowly undulating his hips, stirring his sex tool deep inside of his young date's nubile, girlish body.
Barbie moaned and sobbed, spasms of intense pain still ricocheting through her body. She felt as though her body had been outrageously distended by something the size of an arm.
She felt the thick, rubbery cock head banging up against her cervix. She felt the walls of her throbbing vagina stretched outrageously by the enormous proportions of the young jock's erection.
But, other feelings were beginning to insidiously make themselves known.
She felt the hard, washboard rippling belly of her hot lover pressing against her own. She felt his heaving, powerful chest flattening her tits.
She stared up into the flushed, handsome features of the young blond stud, and inside of her, ripples of pleasure and excitement began to flicker again, fanning like a flash fire through her nerve endings.
She sighed and relaxed, and the pain seemed to vanish like an apparition. She still felt stuffed completely by Curt's enormous truncheon, but the sensation was incredibly exciting.
Her cunt began to instinctively twitch around and suck at the heavy pole which filled her sexual cavity. She squirmed beneath him, moaning softly.
"Yeah, that's it, baby! You're getting into it now, aren't ya?" Curt said huskily.
He oscillated his hips lewdly on top of her, twitching his big rod inside of her.
Then, he slowly drew back, and several inches of his phallus slid moistly out of her pussy.
He pushed his body forward again, skewering her to the balls on his bulging sword, and Barbie's body jerked in surprised ecstasy.
"OOOOOOOH!" she gasped aloud, her eyes snapping open as an explosion of sheer, extraordinary pleasure rushed through her.
"Yeah!" Curt grunted thickly, his blue eyes burning with lust. "Take it, baby! Take my big fuckin' cock!"
He drew back again until all but the head of his dick were outside of Barbie's delectable young body.
Then, he pumped forward hard, sinking all of his cock into her in one, powerful stroke, smacking his belly again hers.
Barbie's body bounced forward, and she gave a quavering sob of ecstasy, tossing her auburn tresses back and forth in a frenzy of rapture.
She began to oscillate and pump her hips up against his hard, long tumescence.
She wrapped her arms around his back, digging her nails into the hard, hot flesh there, feeling his muscles ripple as he humped into her rhythmically.
Curt stared down into her face as he began to fuck her in earnest. A lewd, sexy grin spread across his features as he drank in the sight of her flushed, beautiful face, reading the expressions which flitted across it each time he stroked lustily into her.
Their bodies began to smack together moistly as he humped her hard. Barbie's luscious figure bounced up and down, her thrusting, rosy tipped breasts quivering like twin reflections of the moon on a disturbed body of water.
Curt bent down and mashed his lips greedily against hers, kissing her hard. His tongue explored the insides of her mouth, sucking at her saliva, and he grunted thickly as he pumped into her like a rutting bull.
Each time his lusty member penetrated her to the core, a billowing explosion more intensely pleasurable than the last would roll through Barbie's sex-starved, adolescent body in violent waves.
She began to buck her hips back and forth in a frenzy of girlish excitement, gasping and sobbing and whimpering with delight.
Her hands ran feverishly up and down Curt Davis' back, and she dug her fingers into the hard, sweaty lobes of his pumping ass, urgently tugging him into her as she felt a cloud of unspeakable ecstasy descend over her senses.
Something seemed to be building in her middle, like an impending volcanic upheaval.
Her vision blurred, her desire became something she could taste and smell ...
She threw back her head and uttered a dry sob of exhilaration.
"OOOOH!! OOOOH!!! I - I THINK I'M CUMMING!! OOOOH! Y-YEEEES! Y-YEEEEES!! AIEEEEE!" she shrieked mindlessly.
She dug her nails deeply into Curt's buttocks, flailing her legs in the air as she frantically jerked her hips back and forth, her nubile young body undulating like a frightened eel.
"Yeah, baby! Come, baby, come!" Curt whispered thickly in her ear, slamming up inside of her as hard and fast as he could.
He felt her luscious young body jerk and shudder, and he groaned as her hot, clutching pussy spasmed and milked around his pounding pecker, oily rivulets of hot love juice sluicing around his pumping rod as she came, and came, and came ...
Barbie had never experienced anything so incredibly glorious before. Rockets and fireworks seemed to go off behind her eyes. Her whole body tingled with exquisite ripples of sheer delight. And especially, her cunt seemed to explode in rapture, burning and foaming over as the enormous truncheon plowed relentlessly back and forth inside of it.
Curt held his hard cock deeply inside of Barbie, watching her face as she shuddered and sobbed with rapture.
He bent down and kissed away her tears of joy, pressing his hard hot mouth to her trembling lips and tracing her teeth with the tip of his tongue.
Then, he slid his hands down Barbie's body and clutched her firmly about the slender waist.
Holding her deeply inside of him, he gave a grunt, rolling the two of them over on their sides.
Then, still holding his cock all the way up inside her vaginal tunnel, he flipped over on his back so that Barbie was straddling his hips, sitting on top of him.
Barbie's vision was clearing, and she gazed down at the panting, golden haired stud who was staring up at her with smoldering blue eyes.
She felt his huge joint throbbing inside of her, and a fresh rush of rippling desire coursed through her body.
With a voluptuous moan, she undulated her hips, rocking on top of him, loving the sensation of having her tight, wet love passage completely stuffed by hard, corrugated manmeat.
Curt grinned at her, running his hands up the front of her body, cupping and kneading and squeezing her tits.
"Ride me, honey," he said huskily, "ride by big fuckin' horsedick!"
Barbie shuddered, chewing on her pendulous lower lip, her eyes brimming with lustful excitement.
She lifted herself up, feeling the long hard schlong slide part way out of her succulent cunt.
Then, with a soft whimper, she let her weight fall back upon it, and it slid to the hilt inside of her.
A shock of intense pleasure sliced through her, making her moan in pleasure. Eagerly, Barbie lifted herself again and dropped back down on Curt's lap, squealing in delight.
Curt dropped his hands to her waist again, gripping her firmly. He lifted her up and slammed her down hard on his joint, grunting with animalistic satisfaction, pumping upward lustily and impaling her on his barbed, upturned lance.
"OOOOOOH! Y-YEEEES!!!" Barbie sobbed almost incoherently.
Her succulent, creamy tits bounced up and down as Curt slammed her down on his cock time and time again.
His greedy eyes drank in the delectable sight of her nubile, creamy, smooth body writhing and twitching and bouncing on top of his.
Hell, was she one sexy chick! He was so turned on he could have shot his load at any time.
But Curt wanted to prolong his pleasure. He liked hard, long sex sessions. He liked to fuck his babes until they were too weak to move.
But Barbie was getting the best of him. That tight, virginal pussy clutching around his boner like an oiled, heated sheath sent electric sparks of hot, masculine lust tearing through his tightening balls and belly.
He knew he wouldn't be able to keep back much longer.
He abruptly slowed down, holding tightly to Barbie's waist, their bodies heaving and shuddering.
Then, he released Barbie and said huskily, "Climb off, baby. I want you on all fours!"
With a shaky whimper, Barbie sat up until the nine inch pecker slid with a moist, squelching sound out of her body.
She dropped to her knees on the blanket beside him, her face flushed with rapture, her long hair spilling down over her shoulders and back.
Curt's bulging, vein-latticed phallus gleamed with her dripping, oily libations and throbbed with sensual excitement.
With a grunt, he pushed himself up on his haunches and scrambled around in back of her.
His eyes greedily located the succulent, dripping maw of her pussy as her sweet, dimpled ass jutted up toward him wantonly.
Fisting his large, jutting penis, he scooted forward, gripping his free hand around her waist.
He guided his dickmeat up and into her wide open, dripping gash, and with one guttural grunt and a shove, he had slammed up to the balls inside of her once more.
Shee-it, that felt good! He began to hump up against her again and again, his sweaty belly whipping up against her trembling, translucent buns, his balls slapping rhythmically against her belly.
"AWWWWW, YEAH! You got a hot, tight little snatch, babe! Real nice!" he groaned thickly as he lustily plunged his ramrod in and out, in and out.
He slid his hands beneath her, hunching over her body, and clutched her swinging, girlish breasts tightly.
He dug his fingers into the succulent, bouncing lobes of flesh, catching the pouting, raspberry red nipples between his knuckles and squeezing and twisting them.
His hot breath blew against Barbie's ear, and she felt his bulging pectoral muscles scraping against her back.
Her body was on fire with desire, and she bucked wantonly back against the big eighteen year old stud who was fucking her so hard and well.
She wished she had known how great sex was before this, so she wouldn't have waited so long before giving up her virginity!!
But dimly, Barbie was aware that it was good for her now because Curt knew what he was doing, and because she found him so very attractive.
It felt wonderful to have that long lusty member jamming in and out of her oily glove-like member.
She loved it when his hard, muscled pelvis slammed up hard against her buttocks, sending a shock rustling through her body, jerking her forward as he penetrated her to the core.
"UNH! UNH! UNH!" Curt grunted thickly, pumping into her harder and faster. "Get ready, baby! I'm gettin' close! YEAH! TAKE IT, HONEY! TAKE MY FUCKIN' LOAD! AWWWWWW!"
He rammed into her with a frenzy of erotic excitement, throwing back his head, grimacing in sensual excitement, the muscles standing out on his body as he rammed up inside of her with all his might.
His big boner twitched and spasmed and expanded. Scalding gushes of thick, creamy jism exploded from his balls, fountaining up the tubes of his bulging, tingling truncheon, and sprayed with hose-like intensity deep inside of Barbie's shuddering womb.
"AWWWWWWW! Y-YEAH!" Curt moaned, his big, brawny body shuddering as he pumped back and forth rapidly, his cock shooting gob after gob of heavy cream deep inside of his fifteen year old slut.
Barbie gasped and trembled, feeling the hot squirting jism fill up her body. A flutter of pleasure expanded in her belly, and the force of his orgasmic discharge triggered her own climax.
She tossed back her head and uttered a shrill scream, her head whirling as warm, rushing gushes of pleasure spilled through her veins like lava.
Her splashing juices spilled copiously around Curt's jerking, spitting truncheon, and he groaned thickly in pleasure at this added stimulation, feeling her pussy twitch and suck around his throbbing member.
With a groan, Curt sat back on his haunches, panting thickly. His shrinking dong squelched moistly out of Barbie's cunt.
Curt's white semen ran in rivulets down the crouching, trembling girl's thighs, mingling with her own unctuous, oily juices.
With a quavering gasp, Barbie rolled over on her back and lay limply on the blanket like a beached mermaid, trembling with delicious exhaustion.
Her entire body ached and throbbed deliciously. She had never felt so entirely fulfilled in all her life before.
Curt reclined on his side beside her, bending down and kissing he sensuously on the mouth.
He propped his head up on one hand and looked down at her with bemused eyes.
He shook his head and said huskily, "Wow, Barbie, baby, you are a hot little thing. That was terrific!"
Barbie smiled sensuously up at him and said softly, "I-It was good for me, too Curt! I - I ... I've never felt that way before."
Curt grinned, kissing her on the throat, and feeling her pulse there with his lips.
"Well, baby," he drawled, "I'll make sure you feel that good lots and lots of times!"
Barbie beamed and snuggled up against the brawny, blond jock, feeling happier than she'd ever felt in her life.
She sighed, smelling his sweaty masculine aroma and feeling his strong arms gathering her against him.
This was bliss!
CHAPTER SIX
Roger Lipscotch strode up the front stoop of his house, feeling tired and bad-tempered.
His body was sweaty and grimy, and his financial worries kept nagging at the back of his mind.
Fucking that hot little Oriental hitchhiker had sure brightened up his day, but he had sunk back into savage melancholy as soon as he dropped her off and headed into Tuckerville.
He parked his rig in the trucking lot down the street from where he lived, and walked home, stopping at a supermarket to pick up a six pack of Budweiser.
He kicked open the front door and strode into the house.
"Hey, anybody home?" he roared.
His voice echoed through the empty house.
He muttered sourly beneath his breath. Those little philandering bitches were never around to cook him a meal when he was tired and wiped out from a day on the road.
He stalked into the kitchen and put the beer down on the table. He saw the note there and squinted at it, trying to make out Barbie's hasty scrawl.
It read: "Daddy, Vicky's spending the night with Amy. I'm going out with some friends to see a double feature and have dinner out, so I won't be back till late. There's some ham in the fridge. Love, Barbie."
The burly trucker grunted and crumpled the note in his big, hamlike hand, tossing it into the waste basket.
He opened a can of beer and guzzled it, letting the liquid flow right into his belly. He drank the whole thing in a couple of gulps, crumpling the can in his strong hand and tossing it on top of the note in the trash can.
Shit, what I need is a hot shower, he decided.
He strode down the hall toward the bathroom. Kicking open the door, he went inside and stripped to the skin.
His brawny, six foot two inch physique was grimy and sweaty. He turned on the shower and stepped beneath the stinging needles of hot water with a grunt of satisfaction.
Standing beneath the shower head, he let the water flow over him. It was a soothing, almost erotic feeling. He lathered up with a bar of soap, washing off the sweat and come which made his loins all sticky and itchy.
As he washed off his cock, he felt little flurries of excitement begin to collect in his belly.
His eyes were closed, and he remembered the feeling of Chieko's tight, sweet cunt grasping around his big prong as he pounded it to her.
He remembered the way her little, rosy tipped titties jiggled and bounced as he rammed his cock in and out of her belly.
He remembered the little screams and moans she made.
He remembered the way she tasted and smelled.
Hot lust began to burn in his belly.
His cock began to thicken and grow harder and harder, expanding in his hand until it stood out before him, fully erect and glistening.
Lewdly, he drew his wet, soapy fingers up and down the cock shaft, stroking his dick as he" relived in his mind the hot sex scene he had had with the Oriental girl that afternoon.
Hell, was that a turn on! In his lust-enfevered, beer thickened mind, the image of Chieko blended into a vision of his gorgeous nymphet daughters.
He fantasized about Barbie getting down on her knees in front of him, slowly unzipping his pants with her small, delicate hands, taking out his big, vein-etched organ and giving a little mewl of delight before she wrapped her crimson, succulent lips around it.
He fantasized that while Barbie was sucking on his cock, he was holding his beautiful blonde fourteen year old daughter, Vicky, in his arms, running his hands over her trembling, smooth girlish figure, clamping his hard mouth around her twitching, hot little titties ...
Shee-it, did those thoughts make him wild with lust!
Roger grinned lewdly, licking his lips.
He let go of his cock, and it bobbed in the air at a forty-five degree angle, glistening with liquid, throbbing with lust.
He rinsed away the soapy residue on his skin and turned the taps off, stepping out of the shower.
He toweled off and strode naked through the hall to the kitchen. There was something erotically pleasurable about being able to walk around with nothing on without fear of being seen.
He opened another can of Bud and guzzled it. His cock was still standing out in front of him, twitching with lust.
He flipped on the television set. Commercials were on, and he watched Brooke Shields wiggling her tush at him, garbed in skin tight Calvin Klein jeans.
Hot waves of lust rippled through his belly like fire as he ogled her greedily. His mind was growing thicker with all the beer he had consumed.
He dropped heavily into one of the kitchen chairs, fisting his fat tool and stroking it up and down as he watched T.V.
But the commercial ended, and the soap opera came on again.
Roger looked around, feeling very restless and very horny. He also felt angry and vicious.
In the past, when Margaret had been around, he would take out his pent up lust and anger on her.
He remembered the times he had tied her up and gagged her and then savagely ravaged her body. He had received a brutal satisfaction from the rough treatment he had given her, and though she screamed and raved about it afterwards, Roger knew that Margaret had really loved it. She liked to be dominated and forced into sex.
He knew that the guy she had run off with, a brawny athlete turned travelling salesman, was a mean son of a bitch who probably treated her as badly as he had.
Roger shook these disturbing thoughts away. It wasn't a good idea for him to think about Margaret when he felt this way. It only made him madder.
His roving, restless gray eyes fell on a large Sears catalogue lying on the side table beside the refrigerator.
He leaned forward and picked up the hefty volume, dropping it on top of the table in front of him.
Idly, he flipped through it. Almost uncannily, he opened it to a page advertising teenaged girls' swim wear.
He gawked at the page as lust fanned through him once more. Lovely, luscious young things with trim, nubile bodies, well-scrubbed, pretty faces and long silky frolicked across the page in skimpy swimming outfits.
Oh, shit! Roger groaned as he ogled the young beauties. All that sweet cunt! I'd give a ton of gold to have just one of those little sluts here with me right now!
He stroked his fist up and down the corrugated, heavy shaft of his bulging frankfurter as he stared down at the gorgeous models in the catalogue.
With his free hand, he reached forward and turned the pages slowly.
He stopped when he came to the section on girls' underwear. His heart beat increased rapidly. His breath came short and fast. His cock twitched impatiently in his sweaty paw.
His eyes bulged as they raked across the page. A luscious, pouting blonde girl in her early teens was modeling a skimpy bra and frilly panties. She wore nothing else.
God, was she a beauty! Roger's hot gray eyes riveted on the soft, pink mound in the front of the panties as he imagined the delicate, pink pussy which lay beneath. Shit, he'd like to run his tongue up and down that little blond slut's hot slit!
He'd like to stick his fingers inside of her and revel in the tightness of her narrow passage.
He'd like to ram his big, brutal, equine pecker to the balls in her tight, twitching cunt and watch her grimace and sob in mingled pain and pleasure ...
Roger's head whirled. He jerked vigorously at his meat, his mouth dry with lust. His belly was tightening, and hot, scalding semen was collecting in his big sweaty balls.
Roger was so wrapped up in his heated fantasy, and his mind was so foggy with beer, and the T.V. sounds obscured his hearing, so he didn't hear the slam of the front door or hear a bright feminine voice calling, "Anyone home?"
He continued to masturbate lewdly until a loud gasp from the kitchen door made him jerk his head upward.
He found himself staring straight into his fourteen year old daughter, Vicky's big baby blue eyes!
* * *
When Vicky Lipscotch went over to her best friend, Amy's, house that afternoon, she had planned to stay the night.
But, a couple of hours later, Amy's little brother, Timmy, was diagnosed as having the measles.
And since Vicky had not had the measles yet, Amy's mother, Mrs. Monroe, had told Vicky to go home so she wouldn't catch the sickness.
Amy and Vicky had strolled around town together for a while, chatting and giggling about the boys in class they had crushes on.
Not a few men turned and looked after the pair of delectable nymphets as they passed by.
Vicky was a stunningly beautiful thing of fourteen. Her golden blonde hair cascaded about her shoulders like a shower of sunlight, framing her beautiful, porcelain hued face.
She had large, liquid blue eyes with long sexy lashes, and a small, perky upturned nose.
Her lips were full and luscious and strawberry colored, ripe for kissing.
That day, she wore a frilly pink frock which fanned out above her knees, revealing her long, shapely legs, and occasionally, when she was running, a flash of her pink panties could be seen.
Amy was a pretty thing, too, with reddish hair and limpid soft brown eyes. The two class mates were among the most popular girls in their class, and lots of the guys went after them.
But neither girl had a steady guy at this time. Barbie liked some of the boys who took her to the movies or talked to her between classes, but only as friends.
She was attracted to men. She would sigh as she watched Lee Majors as "The Six Million Dollar Man" on television, and she had pictures of such studs as Rock Hudson, Clint Walker and Chad Everett on the walls of her bedroom.
Vicky was still a virgin, and quite naïve about sex. But she and Amy talked about sex a lot, and both decided they wanted to find out more through experience.
But neither one knew of a guy they wanted to make love to, so their plan had come to a standstill.
"The first time," Amy had said importantly, "it has to be with someone special. Otherwise, you'll be spoiled for life. You can't just let a wimp like Marty Hobson do it to you. You need to find someone really, really attractive!"
It was on this note that the two friends parted late in the afternoon. Vicky had tried calling home earlier, but no one had been there.
She assumed Barbie was out and her father hadn't come back. She forgot to phone again when she left Amy.
Amy's house was only a few blocks away from Vicky's, so she had no trouble walking home.
As she came up the driveway of the Lipscotch residence, Vicky was deeply lost in thought.
She was puzzling over the problem of which guy she knew would be the one to take her cherry.
Why couldn't she settle on one of the boys at school? Some of the hunkiest jocks in the school had flirted with her. She could take her pick. But, somehow, that wasn't what she wanted.
She wanted someone, well, someone a bit more MATURE than those gawky school boys.
She wanted a real MAN! Someone tall and rugged, with a hairy chest and a brawny body.
Barbie let the door slam shut behind her and called, "Anyone home?"
No one replied, but she could hear the television set playing in the kitchen. Maybe Barbie had come back from her date already!
Vicky skipped down the hall to the kitchen door and pushed it open. What she saw made her gasp in shock, and she stood in the doorway, absolutely transfixed, her mouth open, her eyes huge with surprise.
Her big, lusty father was sitting on a chair not three yards from where she stood. He was stark naked, his big, brawny body rippling with muscles.
And his huge, ham-like fist was moving rapidly up and down between his wide stretched legs, the fingers wrapped around an incredibly enormous pole of flesh and gristle.
Vicky felt terror and confusion grasp at her throat as she set eyes on his bulbous, ten inch sex tool.
What was THAT?? She couldn't believe the stupendous proportions of her father's meaty hard-on! Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that a man's "thing" could be anywhere near as huge as the one sticking straight up between her father's legs!
Why, she had caught a glimpse of Roger when he was getting out of the shower once, and then, his cock had looked very different. It had been much, much smaller, she was sure, and soft and wiggly, not hard and fat and thick and long like it was now!!
Vicky was absolutely paralyzed by what she saw.
And so, for a few moments, was Roger Lipscotch.
He gaped stupidly at his daughter, his hand wrapped around his bulging ramrod, his chest heaving, his cock jerking with unabashed lust.
A glistening pearl of pre-come trembled on the glands of his pecker, and his balls twitched with excitement.
As he stared at his daughter, watching the mingled expressions of terror, shock, curiosity and embarrassment twitch across her lovely features, Roger became suddenly aware of how incredibly desirable Vicky looked.
Her pink frock accentuated the small, orange-sized mounds of her sweet young breasts, and clung to her slender, hour glass waist.
He could see her sexy, sleek legs, and her face was flushed and pretty, her rosy lips demanding to be ravaged by a hard, masculine mouth.
A slow, lascivious grin played across Roger's face. His gray eyes smoldered with drunken lust.
He began to lewdly slide his fist up and down his veiny sex tool once more, staring boldly at Vicky.
"Come over here, Vicky baby," he ordered in a strange, husky voice, grinning at her and displaying his strong white teeth.
Vicky stared into his eyes, and something about his bestial expression struck terror into her heart.
He was staring at her like a wild beast looking at its prey. Vicky's head whirled and her legs felt weak at the knees.
"D-Daddy ... " she squeaked pleadingly.
"GET OVER HERE!" Roger roared suddenly, his face twisting with rage, lunging forward with his free hand.
His fingers locked around Vicky's wrist painfully, and she gave a little scream as he hauled her roughly forward.
He threw an arm around her waist, pulling her against him hard. He dug his fingers into her hair, wrenching her face back, and with a salacious growl, he mashed his hot, hard mouth against hers.
Vicky gave a muffled screech as her own father kissed her. His hard, wet mouth covered hers, and Vicky shuddered as she felt his thick, long tongue pry between her lips and wriggle around.
He sucked up her saliva, kissing her passionately, his jaws working vigorously.
His hot, sweaty fingers groped impatiently at the back of her dress. He yanked down the zipper hard, ripping the frock with the force of his savage movement.
Vicky gave another terrified squeal, pushing her hands against her father's chest and trying in vain to break his relentless grip around her waist.
What was he doing to her? Her mind raced wildly. Her head reeled with fright. But his hard grip around her body and the passionate kissing and the pressure of his massive, heavily muscled chest against her trembling figure, elicited a strange, darkly primordial longing deep within her.
Trickles of unwitting pleasure began to spill through her loins, making them grow steadily moister.
She stopped pushing against her father's chest, lying in his arms, shuddering and gasping for breath.
She knew how strong and how relentless Roger Lipscotch could be. She had seen him slap her mother for contradicting something he had said. She had felt his hard hand on her tingling buns many a time. She knew his strength, and his rage ...
And a flowering sensation of excitement began to overcome her senses. She was beginning to respond to her father's aggressive caresses.
Roger pushed her away from him roughly, gripping the sleeves of her dress and yanking at them.
Vicky whimpered as her big, drunken father brutally stripped off her new frock, ripping it to shreds in the process.
She was wearing a skimpy brassiere and lacy pink panties.
Roger ogled the sight of her slender, girlish body, tanned a golden brown. Her small thrusting breasts were quivering and heaving as she gasped in breathless fear and excitement. He could see them straining against her bra.
Roger grinned at her lewdly, licking his dry lips, his gray eyes smoldering with lust.
"Yeah, Vicki, you're a hot little slut! And now you're gonna suck your Daddy's big, mean cock!"
He slid a strong hand around the back of her neck and roughly shoved down, forcing the trembling blonde fourteen year old to her knees on the cold linoleum floor.
He pulled her face forward against his widely stretched, muscular, hairy legs.
"Suck it," he breathed thickly, clenching her neck in a viselike grip, "suck your Daddy's big, throbbing pecker, baby! Suck it good!!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Roger Lipscotch jerked his pretty blonde daughter's face roughly between his legs.
Vicky stared as the enormous, obscenely distended sex tool bobbed impudently directly before her astonished eyes.
She could see lust-en fevered blood pounding through the veins in the corrugated sides of his bulging truncheon.
She stared at the quivering droplet of glistening pre-come which wobbled on her big brawny father's piss slit.
"Lick it, slut!" he bellowed hoarsely.
Vicky whimpered, but obediently pursed her strawberry colored lips and thrust out her long pink tongue, licking it lasciviously back and forth across the glands, tasting his salty juices.
Roger groaned in pleasure as his gorgeous blonde daughter's little pink tongue flicked over the knobby tip of his cock, sending electric bursts of carnal delight ricocheting through him, setting his blood on fire.
"Yeah, lick it! Lick my big fuckin' dick, you hot little slut!" he grunted obscenely.
He pushed her down hard against his cock, and Vicky scraped her puckered rosy lips over the distended, heated shaft. She marveled at the feeling of the taut, heavy rod, encased by satiny smooth flesh. She felt the blood pounding through his penis like lava, and shuddered with mingled trepidation and excitement.
Vicky's tongue flicked rapidly back and forth, stroking across the veiny sides of his bulging shaft.
Her nostrils quivered and she inhaled the hot, musky odor of his masculinity. The scent made her head whirl, and a flutter of pleasure rustled in her belly. Her cunt was quivering and twitching with heated excitement.
Hungrily, Vicky began to lick her tongue up and down the long, bulging shaft, reaching out and feathering her fingers across the heavy, swinging balls and the throbbing, saliva-imbued joint.
Roger shuddered in delight. Her soft, satiny tongue whisked hungrily over his sex tool, sending violent surges of red hot pleasure shooting through his loins. He couldn't believe how good that felt!
"Yeah, do it, slut! Do it!" he grunted, undulating his hips.
He pushed Vicky's face down, mashing her little nose and puckered lips into his moist, pungent pubic bush.
Vicky was getting wild with desire now. She suckled the throbbing base of her Daddy's horse-sized member, snaking out her tongue and lashing it lewdly from side to side.
"Now my balls, slut! Work over my big hot gonads!" he gasped hoarsely.
Vicky slowly moved downward, brushing her puckered, curious lips over the crinkly, reddish sac. She sucked and nipped at the fleshy testicles, feeling the large, scum-filled nuts contained within the bag and murmuring with awe.
"AWWWWW, YEAH!" Roger groaned as her wriggling tongue dipped beneath his tightening scrotum and lasciviously darted to and fro.
Roger's eyes were burning with carnal excitement. His chest was heaving as hot, dry breaths rushed from his lungs. Salacious fires flared up inside his loins, his head spun with rampant lust.
"SUCK IT!" he snarled with animalistic desire. "SUCK MY BIG DICK, YOU HOT LITTLE TRAMP! COME ON! DO IT!!"
He hauled her head up with his hand, and fisted his huge tool, waving it in front of her huge, baby blue eyes.
"Open your mouth, bitch! Open it wide!" he snarled.
Vicky gave a little frightened sob, but she yawned open her jaws, circling her lips into a delectable, pink 'O' shape.
"Yeah, suck my huge fuckin' ramrod, cunt!" Roger grunted thickly.
He began to slap his huge pecker back and forth with his fist, whacking it across Vicky's cheeks hard.
She whimpered, but a strange, primeval excitement flushed through her. Her mouth opened even wider.
The fat, greasy tip squelched over her fluttering lips and pressed between her twin rows of small, even, white teeth.
Vicky's eyes bulged as she felt the enormous, fist-like cock head slide over her curled, satiny tongue and ram against the roof of her mouth.
Her jaws ached as though they were about to snap, but there was something incredibly exciting about having her father's dick in her mouth. She curled her lips around the fat, mushroom-shaped corona and began to flail her tongue lasciviously back and forth.
Her cheeks hollowed inward as she sucked on the meaty heart-shaped knob.
"YEAH! Suck it, baby, suck it!" Roger moaned, undulating his hips, his huge, brawny body shuddering with excitement.
He clamped both of his hands around the back of Vicky's small, pretty head, digging his fingers hard into her scalp, holding her face in a viselike grip.
He gave a little grunt, yanking her down on his dick and shoving upward with his hips.
Vicky's eyes bulged and she gave a little strangled squeal of protest.
The enormous slab of manmeat crammed its way into her mouth, sliding forcefully over the wriggling, satiny trench formed by her warm tongue, and butting against the back of her mouth.
She gagged as the enormous cockhead forced its way into her throat. She couldn't breathe!! And her father was relentlessly forcing her down on his huge, throbbing erection, forcing inch after inch of his gargantuan truncheon into her constricting gullet.
Roger grinned savagely, listening to his daughter's strangled, gargling noises of frantic protest, feeling her frantic attempts to pull away from him.
He grunted in bestial pleasure as her succulent, tight, moist throat slowly encompassed the whole length of his ten inch prick.
Her felt her puckered, swarming red lips slide about the very root of his cock as her grimacing face was shoved up against his pubic patch.
"Yeah! Deep throat that mother!" he grunted thickly, oscillating his hips and stirring his big tool in the girl's gulping throat.
The room was spinning and Vicky began to see spots before her eyes She was going to black out!!
But Roger suddenly relaxed the grip on her head and drew back enough for her to choke down a few lungs full of oxygen.
Then, with a bestial growl, he pushed her face down on his upright organ once more, jamming the whole meaty stiffness of it down her throat.
"YEAH! You hot sluttish cock-suckin' bitch! Suck off your big, mean Daddy! C'mon, slut! Do it! Suck Daddy's horny horsemeat, bitch! SUCK IT!" he muttered thickly.
His powerful pelvis churned rapidly back and forth and he lifted and slammed Vicky's head down between his legs, fucking her throat brutally.
Vicky's throat and jaws and mouth were aching, as was the back of her head where her father was clenching her so tightly.
But she had managed to relax her throat muscles, making it easier for her to accommodate the entire length of his tumescent truncheon. A strange excitement billowed through her.
She shuddered and gave muffled whimpers each time her savage parent slammed his crude lance down her raw, aching gullet. A thrill of carnal excitement coursed through her trembling loins.
She listened to her father's bestial grunts and growled, she smelled his pungent man scent, she tasted his hot meatiness, and all these things excited her violently, making her tremble and writhe in ecstasy.
Almost unconsciously, she dropped one hand and began to grind the heel of it across the sloping mound of her pussy through the thin, gauzy material of her panties.
Her cunt was moist and tingling and as she rubbed it, hot electric bursts of wanton desire cut though her.
"Suck it! SUCK IT!" Roger was groaning.
Red hot ripples of animalistic lust shook his hulking, brawny frame. He strained his muscles, ramming brutally into his helpless blonde daughter's gulping throat, his senses reeling as he felt the build-up of an impending orgasm.
"Take it, slut! TAKE IT!" he roared. "I'm gonna shoot my hot, thick jism down your sluttish throat, bitch! YEAH! YEAH!! HERE IT COMES!! AAWWWWWWW!"
He pumped violently back and forth, his big whanger twitching and swelling with lubricity.
Hot, searing explosions of utter rapture tore through his belly. His balls thickened and exploded with lust, and he began to shoot his huge wad.
Vicky's eyes bulged as she felt the first, blasting squirt of creamy spunk spurt deep into her throat, pouring into her belly.
Gush after gush of the hot, pungent splashed over her wriggling tongue and down her swallowing throat.
Vicky gave a muffled moan, her tongue wriggling vigorously as she eagerly quaffed every drop of the succulent juice as it sprayed from his throbbing dick.
Roger gave a low ragged cry of culmination, his huge, brawny body quivering and twitching with lusty pleasure.
"MMMMM, that was terrific, Vicky honey! You're a natural cock-sucker, babe, a natural fuckin' cock-sucker!" He released Vicky's hair, and she sat back on her haunches, gasping for breath.
Roger stared down at her, his eyes gleaming with hot, fiery flames of lust. His cock was still rock-hard, and it popped out of Vicky's mouth and smacked up moistly and rigidly against his hairy belly.
"Stand up," he said huskily.
Unsteadily, Vicky rose to her feet. Her knees felt numb and wobbly, and her heart was pounding violently.
Her lovely face was flushed, and tears glittered in her limpid blue eyes. Her lips were moist and red, and a rivulet of creamy semen oozed out of the corner of her mouth.
Hell, she looked delectable. Roger felt a jerk of lasciviousness cut through him.
He wasn't through with the hot blond slut yet. No sirree!
His eyes travelled up and down her sexy, trembling young body.
Reaching out, and ran his hands behind her back and unclasped her bra, lifting the straps off her shoulders and jerking the flimsy garment off.
He grunted in satisfaction as he ogled her firm, jiggling breasts. They were small blossoming hills of creamy smooth flesh, translucent and milky white, in startling contrast to her deeply tanned flesh.
The nipples were large and swollen and a deep crimson color. Boy, did they look good!
Reaching out, Roger ran his hands up and down the front of her body. He clenched his fingers around each quivering mound of flesh and squeezed hard, grazing the nipples with the coarse, calloused palms of his hands.
Vicky whimpered as her soft, pliant flesh oozed between his squeezing fingers and darts of mingled pain and pleasure shot through her.
With an impatient guttural sound, Roger stood up, towering over his beautiful fourteen year old daughter.
His big, wet cock bobbed impudently in front of him, dripping with Vicky's warm saliva.
He gripped his daughter beneath the arms and with a grunt, lifted her up, setting her down on the cold kitchen table with her legs dangling over the sides.
He ran his hands up her body again, tracing her soft, silky flesh with his hard, sweaty fingers. He massaged her tits lewdly.
Leaning down, he suddenly pressed his hot, hard mouth to hers, kissing Vicky passionately.
Vicky whimpered as his thick tongue probed deeply into her mouth.
He was strumming her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, sending explosive darts of sheer ecstasy coursing through her body.
With a grunt, he bend down and affixed his hard, sucking mouth around one of her tender, throbbing young breasts.
He sucked at it voraciously, squeezing the resilient orb of flesh with one hand as he slurped and licked and nibbled at her succulent nipple.
Vicky gasped in pleasure, her nubbin slowly expanding until it was as erect as a rivet, throbbing in his mouth.
Roger grunted in satisfaction, flicking the tip of his tongue across the rubbery nib.
Then, he moved on to her other breast and gave it a good working over, until both titties gleamed with his saliva, the crimson nipples thrusting erectly in the air.
He ran his hands down his daughter's waist and slowly drew his fingers over her warm, silky legs.
He clenched them tightly and spread them wide apart.
With a grunt of animalistic need, he dropped heavily to his knees in front of her, still holding her legs in a viselike grip.
He ogled her pink, tight panties. A moist stain had leaked through the material where her juices had ran out of her twitching pussy.
He leaned forward, inhaling the fragrant feminine scent, and with a growl, pressed his face against her thighs.
He clamped his mouth around her pussy through the silky material and sucked at it noisily.
He could feel and taste the soft, buttery mound of flesh through the panties, and it drove him wild with lust.
Vicky moaned with delirious excitement. Her father's hot breath and wet tongue sent electric bursts of sheer ecstasy exploding through her body. She shuddered with wanton pleasure, closing her eyes and whimpering.
Impatiently, Roger hooked his fingers in the elastic of her panties and gave a violent jerk, ripping them right off her body.
Vicky gave a little startled cry, but her face was flushed with lascivious excitement, and her blue eyes were trembling with moist pleasure.
"Oh, baby! What a hot little pussy you got!" Roger muttered thickly, licking his lips.
A lambent triangle of delicate, silky golden hairs lined the pink, swelling petals of flesh.
Her succulent looking mons Veneris was pink and soft and smooth. It gleamed with droplets of clear, sweet liquid.
Roger slowly ran his thumb up and down the hot, puckered slit, and Vicky's body jerked and shuddered in response.
He clamped his fingers about the folds of flesh and slowly drew them apart, revealing the creamy pink succulence of her hot vagina.
With a growl of excitement, Roger leaned forward, pressing his hard lips against the moist snatch and kissing it noisily.
His tongue thrust out and licked lewdly up and down the buttery slit. He wriggled it between her thighs and began to fuck it in and out of her hot, tight slit.
Vicky's eyes shot open and she gave a loud exclamation of surprised pleasure.
Her father's hot, satiny tongue was eliciting incredible feelings of rapture deep in her quivering adolescent womb.
As he probed and laved at her twitching twat, her sweet juices began to ooze and run as electric ripples of libidinal passion tore through her womb.
He ferreted out the greasy knob of her hot, throbbing clitoris and began to strum it rhythmically with the tip of his tongue.
Vicky gave a little breathless scream of startled pleasure. What was Daddy doing?? It felt so good!!
Each time he tongued her joy button, uncontrollable spasms of rapture consumed her loins, making her hips heave and churn and little mewls and whimpers of excitement flutter from between her coral pink lips.
Roger grunted with excitement, lifting his face and staring up at his nubile young daughter with smoldering gray eyes.
The lower part of his face was wet with slobber and his blonde child's translucent fluids.
"You're a hot little slut, all right, Vicky! And now Daddy's going to fuck your hot snatch!"
He rose up and gathered the trembling blonde's naked body in his arms and strode out of the kitchen, walking quickly down the hall to the master bedroom.
He kicked open the door, carried Vicky to the big king-sized bed and dumped her unceremoniously on top of it.
Vicky lay spread-eagled across the bed, gasping for breath, staring up at her brawny, heavily hung father with liquid blue eyes.
With a savage growl, Roger hefted his mammoth physique onto the bed, rolling on top of Vicky and crushing his mouth to hers.
He kissed and sucked and slurped at her mouth, running his big, brutal hands up and down her body, clenching and squeezing her quivering flesh.
He grabbed her knees and yanked them apart.
Then, he clutched her legs beneath the knees and bent her forward until her knees were nearly pressed against her shoulders.
Glancing down, he saw her twitching pink pussy clearly, and hot stabbing pangs of lust rocked through him.
He reached down with one hand, fisting his hefty member, and guided the thick, rubbery cockhead between her legs, planting the fat, spongy tip against the soft, flower-like mouth of her virginal pussy.
He felt the silky maw squelch about his cockhead enticingly, and his head reeled with bestial lust.
He planted his hands on the bed on either side of Vicky's trembling, helpless body.
Her ankles were resting on his broad shoulders, and he was positioned above her as if he were about to do a set of pushups.
With a low, savage growl of cruel, drunken lust, Roger heaved his pelvis downward as hard as he could.
His iron-hard, gargantuan truncheon stretched the delicate lips of the fourteen year old blonde's tight, twitching twat wide apart, slamming deeply into the impossibly tight interior of her vaginal chute, ripping through her hymen with one, vigorous thrust, and completely impaling the startled, ravaged girl on all ten inches of his dick before she knew what was happening.
Then, Vicky screamed. Her back arched, and tears flew from her eyes as she howled in agony.
It felt as though a white hot poker had been shoved up inside of her, tearing her innards apart and setting them on fire.
"D-DADDDY! T-TAKE IT OUT! IT HURTS! OOOOOOWWWWWWWW!" she shrieked, violently struggling to get away from him.
But the big, lusty trucker had his sobbing blond daughter pinned to the bed by his enormous, brawny body, his ten inch pecker completely ensconced by the silky, clenching sheath of her adolescent vagina.
He ignored her cries, and gave a grunt as he pulled back, drawing about half the length of his sex tool out of her moist, squelching love canal.
With a savage snarl, he pounded back into her again and began to pump lustily back and forth.
The bed creaked and moaned as his big, brawny body began to hump vigorously up and down on top of her, practically knocking the breath out of her with each bone-shaking thrust.
"YEAH! Take my big fuckin' dick, baby! Take your father's hot slab of manmeat deep inside your slut cunt! Take it, bitch! TAKE IT!" he roared thickly, pounding in and out of her like a pile driver.
Vicky's senses were swirling. She was dizzy with pain and there was a strange ringing in her ears.
She gasped for breath, feeling her entire body bounce and jolt violently each time her massively muscular father slammed his big physique brutally on top of hers.
But she became gradually aware of a response deep within her, an awakening flow of delight which swam through her blood and made her quiver violently.
Her eyes shot open and she gave a loud, hissing gasp when her father's horse dick slid up to the hilt inside of her once again, this time eliciting a powerful explosion of the most incredible ecstasy she had ever experienced.
Each time the big, grunting, sweating trucker slammed his horse-sized ramrod up her tight, clenching glove-like pudendum, this extraordinary sensation grew more and more intense.
She was sobbing loudly, but now her sobs were of delirious pleasure.
She humped her hips frantically back and forth, impaling herself wantonly on her father's huge, bulging dick.
"Yeah! You like it, don't you, slut?" he growled thickly. "You like Daddy's huge horse dick slamming up inside you harder and harder? Don't you, cunt?"
"Y-Yes, Daddy! OOOOOOH! Y-YEEES!!" Vicky managed to quaver brokenly, writhing beneath him erotically.
The sounds of moist flesh slapping against moist flesh resounded rhythmically through the room, punctuated by grunts, moans and cries of carnal delight and passion.
"Oh, baby, you're real hot and tight! Real hot and tight!" Roger groaned with drunken joy.
His hairy, sweaty chest was mashing against Vicky's face, and she sobbed and lapped deliriously at his bulging pecs, tasting the salty perspiration.
He was humping into her savagely now. Already, he could feel his juices began to build up inside of him again, bunching in his hot testicles, setting his loins on fire.
He pounded into Vicky lustily. He slid his big, beefy hands beneath the soft, sweet lobes of her hot ass, clenching them tightly and aggressively slamming his pelvis down between her widely stretched legs.
His hefty member squelched in and out of her tight, throbbing pussy, stretching it wide as if slammed up against her aching cervix.
Vicky screeched in incredulous delight as a violent series of explosions ricocheted through her quivering loins, making her senses reel with ecstasy.
She came and came, her pussy squelching and squeezing around her father's pounding pecker.
"OOOOOH, D-DADDY!" she sobbed. "I -I'M CUMMING!! AAAIEEEE!"
"Yeah, baby! Squirt your juices, cunt! Squirt 'em! I'm gonna blast you full of my hot, masculine jism, bitch! Yeah! Take it, slut! TAKE IT! UNH! UNH! UNH! YEAH!! AAARRRGH!!"
He slammed his bulging, vein-latticed truncheon to the hilt inside his sobbing fourteen year old daughter's slender, sexy, girlish body, shuddering as he felt the satiny vaginal membranes squeeze convulsively around his rod, Vicky's hot juices spilling and sluicing around his jerking member.
His balls overflowed violently, and thick pungent jets of man cream hosed deep into his daughter's quivering womb, bloating it with semen.
"Oh, YEAH!" Roger groaned thickly, his big, sweaty body shuddering as he ground to a halt on top of his gasping, sobbing daughter, blasting her full with his heavy load.
He smothered her mouth with his own, kissing her sloppily, his chest heaving with carnal excitement, and collapsed on top of her.
Vicky's head whirled and her body felt as though it had just been run through a meat mincer.
But she felt incredibly fulfilled. A delicious glow rushed through her. She loved the heaviness of her father's muscular body bearing down on her. She loved the sweaty, pungent scent of him, and the feel of his heavy thick pecker throbbing inside of her ravaged, no longer virginal pussy ...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Barbie Lipscotch awakened with a delicious sigh, stretching luxuriantly and squinting against the sunlight which trickled in through the gauzy curtains of her bedroom.
She felt deliciously tired and her body ached. She sighed as she remembered the hot date she had had with Curt Davis the day before.
He had fucked her until neither of them could move a muscle. She had never known such intense pleasure in her life.
She would never forget that afternoon on Lothario Peak ...
She had gotten home at about eight p.m. Her Dad was home. He was sitting in the living room, drinking beer as usual and watching T.V.
He had grinned at her rather good-naturedly, which came as a big surprise to Barbie.
She expected him to yell at her for being out so late. But there was something different about his attitude that evening.
He had looked at her with a strange gleam in his eyes. And that look had made Barbie tremble with nervous excitement.
Vicky was home, and she was acting pretty strangely too.
She was very quiet, and didn't talk much. She seemed a bit distracted and tired, and went to bed early that night.
But Barbie was too exhilarated by her hot date with Curt Davis to care much about the moods of her father and sister.
She, too, retired early and fell into a deep, blissful sleep. She didn't hear Roger Lipscotch stumble down the hallway at two a.m. and go into her sister's bedroom. Nor did she hear the cries and moans that rang out from Vicky's room as the blonde fourteen year old was forcibly fucked by her brutal, drunken father again and again ...
Curt had promised Vicky that he'd call her after school on Monday to arrange another date.
Sunday seemed as though it would last an eternity. She felt restless and petulant and bored.
Her body itched and burned with new, libidinal needs.
It was a sunny day, so she thought she'd take a little stroll. Barbie put on a skimpy halter top and a pair of worn cut-offs, letting her long auburn hair spill loosely about her shoulders.
Her father and sister were still sound asleep. She breezed out the back door and wandered through the yard absently, thinking of Curt.
Dreamily, she rested her chin on the fence adjoining her father's property with that of their neighbors, the Johnsons.
Suddenly, her reverie was disturbed by a deep masculine voice.
"Morning, ma'am!"
Barbie looked up in surprise, and then flushed deeply as she found herself staring into the smoldering, mocking eyes of the tall, brawny black construction worker who had been watching her masturbate the day before.
He was slouched on the other side of the fence, wearing only a pair of soiled, worn jeans.
His massively muscular, mahogany hued torso glittered with sweat, and there was a distinctive bulge at his tight crotch.
Barbie would normally have flounced away without an urge, but the mind-boggling sexual revelations which had occurred on the day before made her hesitate.
She looked at him with troubled, emerald green eyes.
"The name's Buck Stanton," he drawled, his eyes impudently raking up and down her scantily clad, curvaceous figure. "I'm fixin' the Johnsons' pool."
Barbie managed to smile and said shyly, "Hi! I'm Barbie Lipscotch. I'm surprised you're working on a Sunday."
Buck shrugged and said, "Well, I decided that it I put in a couple of hours today by myself, I could get through with the job by tomorrow. I'm here all alone, though. The Johnsons are away for the week-end."
He grinned at her knowingly, and Barbie felt a strange ripple of illicit excitement flicker through her belly.
The way he looked at her made her shiver with excitement. His hot eyes seemed to peel away her clothing and dig into her silky flesh ...
"Why don't you come on over and I'll show you the work I'm doing on the pool?" he said.
Barbie hesitated, her heart thumping wildly. She knew it was a crazy thing to do, but she decided rashly to go ahead.
She nodded and said, "O.K., I'll go around the front!"
"No need, little lady!" Buck said huskily. "I'll help you over the fence!"
He strode up in front of her and said, "Put your hands on the top and heft yourself up!"
Barbie obeyed, giving a little grunt of exertion as she pulled herself up on the fence.
Two powerful hands grasped her about the waist and easily lifted her in the air, over the fence, and set her down on the grass on the other side.
God, he was strong! A thrill of carnal excitement shot though her as she observed his heavily muscled, brawny body.
Buck grinned at her wolfishly.
"C'mon," he drawled, "I gotta get some cement out of the tool shed. You can give me a hand."
The tool shed was a large structure next to the pool, almost a guest house. It had originally been a garage, but was stacked with boxes and tools and toys and things.
Buck strode inside, and Barbie followed him, her eyes travelling over his broad, well-muscled back with admiration.
Once they were both inside, Buck turned around and stared at her with frank lust.
His hand dropped to his crotch and rubbed it lewdly.
He grasped for his zipper, leering at her all the while, and tugged it down. Snapping open his fly, he fished around inside and whipped out an enormous slab of man meat.
The large, erect nine inch truncheon was fat and dark and bloated. A purplish, glistening knob bulged on the end, and a dribble of pre-come oozed from the puckered piss slit.
Lasciviously, Buck ran his hand up and down the stiff shaft, grinning at her impudently, his eyes sparkling with carnal desire.
"C'mon, baby! Suck on this big black pecker of mine!" he ordered thickly.
Barbie's head swam with excitement and dismay. What she should do? She could bolt and run back home if she wanted to. She was standing right next to the door.
But something kept her riveted to the spot where she stood. She gaped at the huge bulging black manmeat, her head spinning with excitement.
Her mouth watered. Suddenly, she knew. She knew what she wanted, and that was to have that thick rope of hard, gnarled flesh stuffed inside her greedy, cock-hungry mouth.
She stepped forward and dropped to her knees in front of the hulking black stud.
With a little moan, she reached up, curling her fingers around the fat, thick base of his cock.
Buck grunted in bestial pleasure as he felt the white girl's soft, fluttering lips graze over the heart-shaped tip of his sex tool.
Greedily, Barbie opened her mouth wide and let the dick slide over her wriggling tongue.
She sucked the big black dick hungrily, tasting the pungent flavor of the black stud's unwashed masculinity.
Her lips circled around the throbbing meatiness, and she began to bob her head back and forth, sucking at it noisily.
"Yeah! Suck that pecker, white bitch! Suck it good!" Buck moaned thickly, swiveling his hips and oscillating his big barbed lance in her slurping mouth.
His big hands ran through her auburn tresses as he began to hump his hips back and forth, feeding her his pungent manhood.
After a few minutes, he let go, stepping back suddenly, his rock hard rigidity snapping up against his belly with a moist smacking sound.
He yanked his trousers down and kicked them off, revealing his strong, powerfully muscled legs and his large, dangling sac.
"Suck my balls, honey! Suck those fuckin' balls!" he ordered huskily.
Whimpering, Barbie dipped her face hungrily between his wide stretched legs, laving her wriggling pink tongue in satiny strokes across the wrinkly sac.
She sucked and nibbled wantonly at the big, pungent, sweaty pair of testicles, inhaling his musky aroma, getting dizzy with excitement.
"Stand up, honey!" Buck said hoarsely after a while.
Unsteadily, Barbie got to her feet. The big black stud wrapped his powerful arms around her and crushed her against his heaving chest, smothering her face with his sensuous, hot lips.
He kissed her hungrily, his tongue swarming into her mouth and swabbing up her saliva.
His fingers fumbled with the straps of her halter top, and he untied them impatiently, tugging at the flimsy garment and dragging it off.
He grunted in satisfaction as he mashed his strong black fingers around the smooth creamy mounds of her pale breasts, massaging and kneading them lewdly.
He broke away from her, dropping his hands to her cut-offs and quickly jerking down the zipper.
He tugged her shorts down about her ankles, dropping down on his haunches and running his hands up her body, feathering the fingers over her trembling flesh and sending darts of pleasure shooting through her.
"Oh, honey, you got a pretty little pussy!" Buck said thickly, ogling her soft, downy muff.
He bent forward, sniffing at her feminine fragrance. His tongue shot out and laved up and down the silken pinkness of her twat, and Barbie gave a low sob of pleasure, instinctively pushing her hips forward as his tongue probed deeply into her hot, buttery slit.
Buck ran his hands up her smooth, trembling buns, digging his fingers into the dimpled flesh as he buried his face into her warm, quivering box and began to hungrily eat out her pussy.
He slurped and sucked at it expertly, and Barbie was soon undulating her hips and gasping in breathless pleasure.
She dropped her hands and clutched frantically at his head, feeling the woolly hair which covered his bullet-shaped head.
Buck lapped at her cunt till it was soft and trickling with her honeyed juices.
Then, he reached up and grasped her by the waist, pulling her down beside him on the dusty floor.
Aggressively, he pressed his hands to her shoulders, pushing her onto her back on the ground, and rolled his heavily muscular black body on top of hers, smothering her with wet kisses.
His strong body hunched up and down on top of her soft, pliant figure, and she felt the rock hard meatiness of his pecker sandwiched between their bellies.
"Hell, baby! I'm gonna fuck you but good!" Buck breathed thickly in her ear.
He kicked her legs apart with his knees, sliding his hand down and clenching the thick root of his heavy cock.
He guided the bulbous knob between her trembling thighs until it lodged firmly against her cuntal notch.
Then, with a low, savage grunt, he heaved his pelvis forward hard.
Barbie's body arched violently and she gave a throaty sob of pleasure as the enormous wedge of manmeat sliced up inside of her, stretching her tingling vaginal chute wide, stuffing her to the brim with his rigid cock.
It didn't hurt at all!! In fact, it felt absolutely divine!!! She groaned in wanton pleasure, bucking her hips upward and impaling herself on the big black stud's pounding pecker.
Barbie moaned and gasped in delight as Buck's heavily muscled black physique bore down on her, churning lustily as he pumped his hot long dong in and out of her honeyed twat.
"OOOOOH!! Y-YEEES!! F-FUCK ME!! MMMMMM!!" Barbie gasped between sobs.
She hooked her ankles around the small of his back, digging her nails into his broad sweaty back as he pounded up and down on top of her.
His hot breath blazed in her ear, and his muscular, heavy chest flattened her aching titties.
Their moist bellies began to adhere and draw apart with squelching sounds each time Buck fucked in and out of her.
"Yeah! You're a hot little white slut, ain't ya?" Buck grunted lewdly, grinning as he lifted his torso off of her and continued to slam his pelvis back and forth.
He watched with greedy eyes as her voluptuous, womanly body writhed and bounced beneath him, her large, ballooning breasts jiggling up and down enticingly, the rosy nipples moist and erect.
Barbie inhaled the musky, sweaty aroma of the big, masculine stud, her big green eyes drinking in the sight of his powerfully built torso.
She shuddered each time his big, vein-latticed pole stretched her tingling pussy wide apart, stuffing its way deeply inside of her, triggering a series of delicious explosions.
His big sweaty balls whipped up against her quivering buns and Barbie gave little panting gasps of delight, tossing her auburn tresses in a frenzy of passion.
Buck grinned wolfishly and teasingly slowed down the pace of this thrusts, until he was merely stirring his huge, throbbing cudgel in her buttery, twitching, hot little hole.
He undulated his hips lewdly, enjoying the sensation of having his tumescent rod totally ensconced by her clutching cuntal sheath.
He clenched hold of her wobbling tits and squeezed them hard, mashing her rivet-like nubbins between his forefingers and thumbs.
Little needles of delight pricked through Barbie's aching breasts as he manipulated them with his strong hands.
Finally, he let go and gave a grunt, pulling back and drawing his large, nine inch cock meat out her with a squelching noise. His phallus smacked up against his rippling washboard belly, lustily twitching and gleaming with Barbie's oily libations.
"Roll over on your tummy, honey," Buck ordered thickly, his chest heaving, his eyes glowing like coals.
With a little tremulous sigh, Barbie complied, rolling over on her belly and stretching luxuriously, wiggling her hot little ass coquettishly.
Buck grinned lecherously, his eyes raking over the globes of translucent, creamy smooth flesh and the deep crack between them.
"MMMM, MMMM! Check out that vertical smile, man!" he muttered to himself hoarsely, licking his lips.
He reached down, running his coarse hands over her satiny, quivering flesh, squeezing each buttock hard, reveling in the feeling of the hot white girl's tender, resilient skin.
He dug his thumbs into her crack and slowly peeled her cheeks back, revealing the dainty anus demurely located in between.
It was a coral pink circle, wrinkled and winking, impossibly tiny.
"OOOO-IEEE!" Buck whistled salaciously, grinning even wider.
He bent down until his puckered, sensuous lips grazed over the small of Barbie's back, gliding down to the vortex of her crack.
With a growl of animalistic lust, Buck thrust out his tongue, laving it in and out of Barbie's crack, sending wonderful darts of extraordinary pleasure shooting through her.
Her eyes shot open. What on earth was he doing?? He was licking her ass, and it felt incredible!!
She wiggled her hips and whimpered in delight.
Slowly, Buck worked his way down until his long silky tongue was lapping up and down and around the quivering anal maw.
Instinctively, Barbie lifted her knees and hips, pushing urgently back against his face.
Buck pressed the tip of his long tongue against the twitching hole until it slowly slid in a couple of inches.
He sluiced it around, tasting her musky flavor, loving the way her tight rectum clutched and spasmed hotly around his tongue.
Barbie body jerked violently and she cried, "OOOOOOH!!"
That felt SOOOOO good!!
My Lord, did that feel good! This big red tongue sliding sensuously in and out of her burning, twitching asshole was simply devastating.
Barbie groaned and sighed, pushing back against his face.
Buck sucked and licked and frigged her hot ass with his tongue until it felt buttery and relaxed and very, very hot.
Then, he scooted rapidly up, placing one hand on the ground as he lowered his body on top of hers, and fisting his long, fat, dripping dong.
This he punched forward until it spread the cheeks of Barbie's butt and battered up against the tight, winking anus.
Barbie frowned suddenly. What on earth was that black man trying to do? He was poking his huge mauler against her asshole instead of her vagina!
But before Barbie had time to move, Buck gripped her tightly by the waist and hunched his hips forward with all his might, a growl of lust hissing between his rows of tightly clenched white teeth.
The fat, rubbery knob of his cock slammed hard against the unsuspecting circle of Barbie's anus, ramming brutally inside, stretching that startled sphincter incredibly.
Ramming forward lustily several times in quick succession, the big black brute drove his nine inch dick to the balls inside of her agonized, deliciously clenching rectal furrow.
Goodness gracious sakes alive!! A little voice screamed incoherently in Barbie's ear as bursting explosions of white hot pain tore through her bowels.
What WAS that man up to??
Her eyes bulged. She made a strangled cry of shocked pain. Her back arched. Her complexion changed colors several times.
"AWWWWW, YEAH! That's good and tight, you fuckin' whore!" Buck snorted lewdly, undulating his hips and savoring the sensation of having his horny, heavy black tool encompassed by the twitching white fifteen year old's violated rectum.
My Lord! Barbie thought in a daze, He's gone and shoved his whanger up my ass!!
"NOOOOOO!" she shrieked, suddenly finding her voice. "TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! OWWWWW!"
"Just relax, baby! Calm down, slut. You'll start to like it, I guarantee you!" Buck grunted.
He humped lustily into her, his muscled thighs slapping rhythmically against Barbie's bouncing buns, his big, wet, heated pecker slamming in and out, in and out, of her milking, sucking asshole.
"My, my! That DOES feel good, little lady! It surely does!" Buck grunted mockingly, sodomizing her vigorously.
His hands slid beneath her, running up and down the front of Barbie's writhing body.
He gripped her throbbing breasts and began to knead them lewdly as he grunted in her ear and pump his hot black meat in and out of her twitching bowels.
Through the daze which enveloped her mind like a mist, Barbie suddenly became aware of a new sensation developing deep within her, a sensation intensified each time Buck's hard, jutting joint penetrated deeply into her innards.
"OOOOOH!! OOOOH! Dear ME! YES!!" Barbie squealed deliriously, humping her hips frantically back and forth.
Rockets of pleasure exploded between her twitching thighs. The big, slamming prick sent ricocheting explosions of sheer ecstasy reeling through her.
Buck grinned and began to fuck into harder, his muscular body slamming back and forth brutally against hers.
He drew one hand down her belly and cupped and squeezed her oozing, heated pussy. He wriggled his fingers around the hot, twitching vaginal lips, and ferreted out her tingling clitoris, stroking rapidly over it as he pounded into her with sledgehammer intensity.
"I'm gonna shoot my hot nigger juice up your ass, white cunt! Get ready! GET FUCKIN' READY! AAAAAAAWWWWW!" he roared, slamming brutally into her guts.
His balls tightened and huge, smoldering wads of juicy, creamy jism flooded up his tubes and sprayed deeply into Barbie's throbbing intestines.
Barbie sobbed brokenly as she felt the hot, gushing liquid hose into her. The force of the black buck's lusty ejaculation triggered a fluttering sensation in her middle, and as he continued to saw his hips back and forth, squirting again and again into her guts, and tickled her throbbing oily clitoris, Barbie felt a billowing, excruciatingly pleasurable sensation blossom deep within her, spreading like warm honey through her veins.
"AAAAAH! AAAH! I - I'M CUMMING! OH, MY LORD, AM I EVER COMING!! MMMMMMMM!" she gasped breathlessly, sobbing in delirious ecstasy.
Her head spun as multiple orgasms wracked her body, making her tingle exquisitely all over. She came in her ass and in her cunt, and her sphincter muscle twitched and clutched spasmodically around Buck's hot hard donkey dong, draining it of every last drop of man juice.
"Oh, yeah! That was GOOD!" Buck grunted thickly, lifting his big sweaty black body off of her trembling white one.
Barbie shakily rolled over and sat up. Her body felt as though it had gone through a mill. It ached all over, especially her ass. But a nice, satisfying glow was making itself known insidiously in her nerve endings.
She smiled tremulously at Buck and then scrambled forward and sucked him off before going blissfully home again, full of man juice.
CHAPTER NINE
"Yeah, suck that dick, bitch! Suck on Daddy's big fuckin' dick!" Roger Lipscotch growled thickly, taking another swig of beer.
About six crumpled cans of beer on the kitchen table gave testament to the fact that the hulking, sadistic trucker was pretty smashed.
He was wearing a sweat stained tee shirt and nothing else. He was leaning back in one of the kitchen chairs, his legs spread wide.
His hands were clutched around the back of Vicky Lipscotch's head, forcing her face down between his thighs.
The lusciously lovely fourteen year old blonde had her raspberry red lips wrapped wantonly around her lusty father's large, bulging penis.
She was sucking it hungrily, her face flushed, her tongue wriggling back and forth beneath the pulsating shaft, her gullet constricting and stretching as his enormous whanger drove its way deep into her throat.
Vicky was naked, and her small pale creamy titties wobbled as shudders of delight fanned through her quivering fourteen year old body.
She ran her little hands along the insides of her Daddy's calves and thighs, riffling the wiry hairs that sprouted there thickly, and tracing his bands of muscle through the flesh.
Through his drunken haze, Roger felt dully, animalistically triumphant. He gazed down at his beautiful blonde daughter with smoldering, rapacious eyes.
He grinned wolfishly. He'd transformed the sweet innocent blonde girl into a whorish slave in less than twenty-four hours!
Hell, he should have started fuckin' his slut bitch daughters years ago. They were just like their mother, anyway. Whores! They needed to be subjugated by a brutal, masterful man to brutality and lust.
It was eleven a.m. on Monday morning. Roger Lipscotch had told Vicky to stay home from school because he thought she had a fever.
Actually, Barbie was pretty exhausted from the strenuous night of hot, hard sex she had had with her seemingly insatiable father.
At first, his brutal masculinity had frightened and hurt her, but gradually, it began to thrill through her and excite her like nothing had ever excited her before.
Before the night was over, her sheets were drenched in sweat, and she and Daddy had taken a long hot shower together, a shower which had ended with Roger licking her hot, throbbing cunt to orgasm.
Now, with Barbie safely in school, Roger had his hot slut of a fourteen year old child all to himself.
He let her sleep till ten thirty, and sat restlessly in the kitchen, guzzling beer and lewdly stroking his rock hard cock with his grimy fist.
Then, he went into her room and began to kiss and paw her, licking her luscious creamy adolescent body and making her suck on his prick.
He brought her down in the kitchen, and ordered her to crouch on the floor in front of him and suck him off while he watching the morning news on television.
His mind, of course, was not on the news. He dimly heard something about Roman Polanski being accused of some crime or another, but he was too drunk and too excited by the hot, swarming lips and tongue around his bulging, vein-etched truncheon to care much about the plight of a Polish film director.
He also didn't hear the sound of the front door bang closed. It was as if history was repeating itself, only now, his older daughter was going to catch him and Vicky getting it on!
When Barbie got to school Monday morning, she felt wonderful. She was bright and cheerful and walking on a cloud.
She couldn't wait to see Curt again! The mere thought of him made butterflies flutter in her belly.
She went dreamily to her locker and bent down to get out her books. Crouching in this position, she unwittingly became an eavesdropper of a conversation occurring between two male students just around the corner.
"Curt nailed her!"
"Yeah, who?"
"That hot little chick, Barbie Lipscotch!"
"Yeah? Who says?"
"Curt, dummy! He played his old smooth ploy; coaxed her to Lothario Peak and flattered her, and then fucked her silly! He says she's a regular wild cat and scratches when she comes!"
The two guys guffawed coarsely.
"Shee-it, I wish I could get my hands on her!"
Barbie staggered away from her locker in a numb, shocked haze. No, it couldn't be true! It just couldn't! Had he just used her? Had he played a horrible joke on her? My Lord, the whole school would know!
Barbie had never felt so humiliated in all her life, and so betrayed. A black cloud of depression descended on her.
She sat through her first class in an utter daze, not hearing a word the teacher was saying.
She walked like a zombie out into the hall, and nearly bumped smack into Curt Davis.
"Hey, there baby! How's tricks?" he said, beaming at her lewdly and winking broadly.
A couple of guys trailing after him snickered loudly.
Barbie felt her rage boil up inside of her like a living thing. She found herself suddenly in a moment of icy calm, and she turned cold green eyes onto the jock and said coolly, "Pretty good, asshole. Sure is a lot more fun than wasting an afternoon on Lothario Peak with a guy who can't ever get his prick up! Sure you're not a fag, darling? I thought I smelled Chanel No. 5 on your cheek."
She flounced away, retaining with savage satisfaction the mingled expressions of shock, amazement and anger which rushed over Curt Davis' face.
The guys behind him roared ever louder, but now they were laughing with Barbie Lipscotch, not at her.
Barbie was livid. She could hardly speak she was so angry and upset. There was no way she was going to make it through the rest of the day.
She marched out of the school, and started to walk home, taking deep breaths, her temples pounding with important anger and bitterness.
The son of a bitch had USED her! He had toyed with her emotions like a cat plays with a mouse! The son of a bitch!
It didn't take her too long to get home, and she was so wrapped up in her problems that she didn't announce her presence.
She went straight to her room, threw her books on the bed and tossed off her sweater.
She was wearing a sexy white halter top which deliciously accentuated her sloping chest and bare, trim midriff.
She also had on a short blue skirt which ended shockingly close to her hips. Her long, lovely legs were delectably visible.
She kicked off her shoes with a querulous sigh, and marched out of the room. She'd fix herself some tea. Maybe that would calm her down.
Boy, what she really needed was a drink!
Barbie marched straight into the kitchen through the swinging door and came very close to colliding with her father and sister.
All three of them gave sharp cries of surprise at the sudden unexpected encounter.
"My LORD!" Barbie managed to squeal.
"SHEE-IT!!" Roger grunted hoarsely.
"MMMMPHHFF!!" Vicky mumbled desperately.
Barbie's eyes nearly bulged out of her head in shock. Her head spun. What was this?? Her baby sister was sitting wantonly on her knees before their own father, lasciviously sucking his enormous throbbing sex tool!
Roger's drunken eyes drank in the sight of his nubile older daughter standing rigidly in front of him.
He saw how incredibly attractive she was. His eyes raked over her slender, curvaceous figure.
With a growl, he leaned forward and slid an arm around her waist, drawing her roughly against him.
Barbie gasped as her father forced his rugged face against hers. His hard, wide mouth clamped over hers, and she felt his tongue shoot between her lips and swirl around inside.
She gave a mumbled exclamation of protest, pushing frantically against her father with her hands, trying to break his vise-like grip.
Roger drew his face back, and snarled into her face, his features contorted with drunken rage.
"Give in, you bitch!" he roared.
His hand slapped hard across her cheek, knocking her head to one side and making her head spin and her cheek burning.
A shock of fear cascaded through her. She better than to fight her father when he was in a mood like this. Her heart beat violently in her chest, and her senses were confused and dazed.
"Keep suckin', slut," Roger growled, pressing Vicky's face down brutally in his lap.
Then, he grabbed hold of the front of Barbie's halter top and with one savage wrench, tore the garment off of her.
He grunted in approval as he ogled the creamy, bouncing jugs that were revealed.
"Hell, Barbie, you got nice tits!" Roger Lipscotch said gruffly.
He leaned forward and clamped his hard hot lips around his older daughter's jutting, resilient breast. His tongue darted lewdly back and forth across the strawberry hued nipple, making it quickly grow erect as a rivet.
Barbie whimpered in sudden pleasure, her head spinning. She couldn't believe it! She was actually getting turned on by having her own sadistic, beer-sodden father suck her tits and manhandle her luscious fifteen year old body!
She glanced down and saw her younger sister's blonde head rhythmically bounce up and down as Vicky continued to noisily suck and slurp at her Daddy's enormous, pulsating, ten inch prick.
Roger pressed his mouth hungrily to Barbie's other tit, suckling it voraciously while he tweaked and strummed the other nipple with his forefinger and thumb.
Roger grunted in satisfaction. His fantasy had come true!! He was getting it on with both of his gorgeous, nubile daughters!!
Roger ran his hands down Barbie's slender waist, pausing to caress and squeeze her body greedily, continuing to suck and nibble at her bobbing boobs.
He gripped her tightly around the waist and gave a drunken grunt as he suddenly lifted his daughter in the air, his biceps bulging impressively.
"Put your legs on either side of my head on the table!" he ordered gruffly.
With a choked sob, Barbie obeyed him, sliding her shapely legs straight out on either side of his head, so that her knees brushed against his ears and her soft, lambently fringed muff was directly in front of his flushed face.
"I'm gonna eat out your hot sluttish pussy, bitch!" Roger said huskily.
He slid his hands beneath her buttocks, clenching the supple orbs of creamy flesh tightly in his fingers as he jerked her body forward, mashing his face salaciously between her legs.
He thrust out his tongue, licking it along the inside of her trembling thigh until it feathered over the soft fringe of pubic hair lining her puckered pussy lips.
Barbie gave a moan of delight as her father's tongue swept rapidly up and down her juicy slit, swirling around the erect, throbbing button of her clitoris, sending delightful electric shocks of rapture through her wanton young body.
Roger Lipscotch grunted with salacious excitement, mashing his mouth lewdly to his trembling fifteen year old daughter's hot sex.
He sucked and ate out the quaking orifice, thrusting his tongue deeply into her tight, unctuous hole and wiggling it around, tasting her bountiful fluids as they cascaded from her quivering loins.
"OOOOH!! Y-YEES! D-DADDY! MMMMM!" she gasped almost hysterically, tears of joy brimming in her eyes.
She dug her hands into the short bristles of hair on his bullet-shaped head, tugging frantically at him, undulating her hips lasciviously against his face.
As he ate her out, Roger slowly ran his fingers deeply into her crack, lewdly probing her winking anus with the stub of his middle finger.
He stroked his finger in lewd circular movements over the circle of flesh, flailing her twitching twat with his tongue vigorously.
Barbie was getting delirious with lust, heaving her hips lustily against her father's face, moaning with delight as she felt his hot, swarming mouth and tongue squelch over her pussy again and again.
She was dimly aware of a pressure against her tender rosebud of an anus, and she gave a sharp gasp as his finger suddenly pushed its way inside of her tight, clenching rectum, sending a stab of shooting pain through her bowels.
But the pain was almost instantly replaced by billowing feelings of pleasure, and her ass got hotter and hotter with excitement.
She wiggled her hips wantonly, and Roger sank his thick finger in to the second joint inside her tight, furnace hot colon.
He began to fuck it in and out vigorously, sluicing his tongue rapidly up and down and around her quaking twat.
Barbie's eyes shot open and she gave a strangled scream, digging her fingers into her father's bobbing head and pushing her pelvis frantically to and fro, alternately skewering herself on his finger and on his tongue.
She felt the buildup of a mind-boggling orgasm spread rapidly through her quivering tummy.
She sobbed aloud, "OOOOOOH, D-DADDY! I - I'M GOING TO COME, DADDY! I'M GOING TO COME!! AIEEEEEEEE!!"
She threw back her head and uttered a guttural shriek of rapture, violent spasms wracking her luscious, trembling body.
She gave a low, ecstatic sob, her hot juices splashing copiously over her father's wiggling tongue.
Her head spun and her body felt gloriously wrung out. Her own father had made her come with his salacious, thrusting tongue!!
CHAPTER TEN
"Come along, girls. Let's retire to the boudoir!" Roger said mockingly, getting to his feet after he had lowered Barbie to the ground.
His big, ten inch erection smacked up with a moist slapping sound against his belly, and he looked down at Vicky with smoldering eyes.
Her lovely girlish face was turned upward, her cheeks flushed, her big blue eyes swimming with excitement, her parted, crimson lips moist with saliva and pre-come.
He reached down and helped her to his feet.
Then, he slid a brawny arm around each daughter's waist and guided them out of the kitchen, down the hall to the master bedroom.
As he strode along, practically hauling Vicky and Barbie after him, his enormous, glistening prong throbbed and bobbed in front of him like a flag pole swinging in the breeze.
Barbie shuddered. Her legs felt weak, and she was trembling all over. She couldn't believe what was happening to her! She knew it wasn't right! A man shouldn't touch his own children in that manner! It just wasn't done.
But then, her heart suddenly hardened as she remembered the treatment she had received at Curt Davis' hands.
She wasn't going to let that bastard get her down! She was going to enjoy herself in spite of the blow he had given her.
She was going to make it with her big, brawny Daddy, and love every minute of it!
Roger Lipscotch led his pubescent daughters to the bed and had them sit down side by sided.
His eyes raked over their bodies, drinking in the sight of their smooth, girlish flesh and their small, budding breasts.
He fisted his bulging truncheon, jerking it slowly up and down. He stepped forward, slapping the thick sausage of meat back and forth across each daughter's cheeks.
"Pucker up, cunts! Let's see those tongues go to work!" he ordered gruffly.
Obediently, Vicky and Barbie pressed their moist lips against the bulging knob of their father's sex organ. They lashed out their tongues, swiping them back and forth across the mushroom-shaped cap.
The sisters' tongues entwined as they licked and sucked lewdly at their father's gargantuan ramrod.
"MMMM, yeah, that's good!" Roger groaned thickly.
He drew back abruptly and said in a harsh, commanding tone, "On your knees, Barbie!"
Barbie shivered, but obeyed, dropping to her knees beside the bed, staring up at him with smoldering green eyes.
He slid his hand around her head, clenching a cruel fistful of hair. Roughly, he jerked her head toward Vicky.
"You're gonna lap at your little slut sister's pussy for a while, and get it all hot and wet!" he ordered huskily.
He shoved her face down between Vicky's thighs. Barbie winced in pain, and then found her nose and mouth mashing against the moist, warm slickness of her baby sister's fragrant vagina.
Curiously, she puckered her lips and kissed the glistening jewels of Vicki's sex.
The sweet aroma and taste of Vicky's girlish fluids made her suddenly wild with promiscuous longing.
Her tongue thrust out and began to lick vigorously up and down Vicky's buttery slit.
Vicky gasped in delight, beginning to hunch her hips to and fro, wiggling in pleasure as her big sister's hot tongue grazed over her silky blonde pubes and burrowed deeply into her hot chute.
"OOOOH! OOOOH! That's soooo nice!" Vicky gasped and squealed in glee, tossing her golden tresses in delight.
Roger licked his lips greedily and gave a low, bestial grunt, dropping to the floor beside Barbie.
He ogled the sight of his gorgeous auburn haired fifteen year old girl licking the sweet buttery twat of her younger blonde sister.
Bending forward, he ran his tongue lewdly up Vicky's thigh, thrusting it into her wide open snatch, his stubbly cheek grazing against Barbie's as he joined her in eating out the younger girl's honeyed chasm.
Growling thickly, Roger forked out his long, writhing tongue, purposely tangling it with Barbie's. He began to alternate between lapping greedily at Vicky's box and rolling his tongue lewdly around in Barbie's mouth.
He ran his hand down Barbie's ass and lewdly thrust his fingers into the deep hot crack in her buns.
He slid his hand on down until he had cupped her soft, saliva-imbued pussy. Lasciviously, he stroked his fingers back and forth across the pink slit, feeling it twitch and shudder hotly in response.
Barbie gave a muffled moan of pleasure as her father slid two thick fingers into her tight succulent pussy.
Roger grunted thickly, ramming his hand savagely back and forth, thrusting his thick, calloused fingers deeply inside of his quavering daughter's jerking, bucking body.
He lifted his head, gasping for breath, his eyes glistening with hot lust.
With a guttural growl, he scooted down until he was on his knees behind Barbie.
"Keep licking that hot hole, bitch!" he ordered hoarsely.
He fisted his rod and hunched his hips forward, driving it up and under Barbie's jutting ass until the fat, greasy tip met solidly with the puckered, slippery notch to her tunnel of love.
He gripped her hips in a vise-like grip, and gave a low grunt as he heaved his hips forward hard.
His enormous ten inch phallus forced its way inside her quivering, buttery pussy, stretching the walls wide and ramming up to the hilt inside her, banging against her cervix.
Barbie gave a strangled scream, her back arching and jerking violently. Her head spun as ricocheting feelings of intense pleasure tore through her insides.
She sobbed in delirious ecstasy, lifting her ass lewdly and pushing it back against her father, loving the feeling of her tender, cock-hungry cuntal sheath squelching tightly and moistly over his big, banging pole.
"AWWWWW! YEAH! You got a hot, tight, sweet pussy, bitch! Yeah! Just like that bitch, your mother! YEAH! Take it, slut! Take your Daddy's huge donkey dong!"
He hammered his pelvis vigorously back and forth, his big wedge of solid, vein-etched meatiness pile driving its way deeply inside of her, making Barbie's body bounce back and forth.
The force of his thrusts propelled Barbie's head between her sister's legs, and in her excitement, she began to suck and lick faster and faster, more and more passionately at Vicky's bubbling box.
"AAAH I AAAH! OOOH! Goodness gracious!! I - I think I'm going to come!'" Vicky squealed breathlessly, joyously heaving her girlish hips and digging her fingers into her older sister's head.
Waves of extraordinary delight cascaded through her sexy fourteen year old body and she sobbed as she felt herself consumed by a mind-wrenching multiple orgasm.
Barbie gave a muffled croak of pleasure, feeling her sister's hot, spilling libations pour over her wiggling tongue.
She gulped them down greedily, her senses reeling as she felt Roger plow his big pole into her pussy harder and harder, faster and faster.
"Yeah! Shoot your pussy juices, little slut! Make her lick 'em up!" Roger grunted thickly, his muscular body churning violently back and forth as he ogled the sight of Vicky's contorted, sobbing features.
He reached out and clamped one hand around her soft, budding right breast, retaining a grip on Barbie's waist with the other.
He brutally clenched and squeezed and kneaded the hobbling hill of flesh, and Vicky sobbed and squealed, tossing her pretty blonde tresses, dizzy with a mingling of pleasure and pain.
Roger's hot, sweaty body was pumping hard and fast now, slapping moistly against Barbie's tight buns.
"Oh, YEAH!" he grunted thickly. "YEAH! GET READY, CUNT!! GET READY FOR YOUR DADDY'S THICK LOAD!! AARRRRGH!!"
He slammed his big brutal barbed lance to the balls inside of Barbie's sex enfevered body and began to squirt his thick, lusty love juice. It fountained from his spasming ramrod, spraying deeply into Barbie's twitching womb.
Barbie gave a broken gasp, her body shuddering violently. The force of her Daddy's orgasm triggered a dark, primeval response deep within her.
Rockets and flares went off behind her eyes, and her whole body seemed to erupt with incredible delight as she came and came and came, sobbing with delirious joy as Roger continued to pump his big truncheon in and out of her, savoring the sensation of her spasming, spraying pussy clutching hotly at his huge hunk of horsemeat.
With a satisfied growl, Roger pulled his massive meat out of Barbie's pussy with a moist squelching sound.
His dick snapped up firmly against his belly, not one whit softer than it had been before he shot his heavy wad.
Roger's sexual appetite was pretty astonishing and could be almost insatiable. His king sized balls seemed able to store unbelievable amounts of thick, musky sperm. He could fuck all night and be none the worse for wear ...
Now, he reached down and gripped Barbie around the waist, lifting her to her feet.
"Sit on the edge of the bed, slut!" he ordered thickly.
Obediently, Barbie sat down, shuddering, her knees shaking, quivers unwittingly wracking her body.
Her pussy was still convulsing and tingling deliciously. Rivulets of her hunky father's thick sperm spilled down her thighs and moistened the bed sheets.
Roger reached out and grabbed Vicky suddenly by the wrist, hauling the blonde girl down on her knees beside him.
"O.K., Vicky dearest! You can eat out Barbie's hot little twat now, and get it all clean and juicy!"
He dug his hand into the back of Vicky's hair and forced her face down roughly between Vicky's legs.
Vicky did not hesitate. Her tongue shot out, laving over Barbie's creamy thighs and greedily lapping up the salty juices which spilled in steady streams out of her twitching, sexually ravaged body.
Vicky mashed her face wantonly into Barbie's snatch, sucking and lapping noisily, drinking the mingled juices of her father and sister, her head spinning with erotic delight as she quaffed the delectable nectar.
Roger crouched on his haunches behind her, his eyes raking down Vicky's sloping, smooth back, to the luscious cantaloupe sized lobes of her sweet, high, dimpled ass.
He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks, peeling them back and observing the sweet, pink tightness of her rectum.
He grinned lewdly, and moved down, pushing her buttocks apart and greedily forcing his face between the luscious globes of flesh.
His tongue squelched lewdly up and down and around the circular rosy pink muscle, feeling it spasm and twitch.
Hungrily, he pressed his tongue against the clinging orifice until it slid up inside of Vicky's hot, tight ass.
He fucked the tongue in and out, and at the same time, rolled his calloused fingers over her slick, dripping slit, ferreting out her tingling clitoris and strumming it lewdly.
Vicky and Barbie were both whimpering and gasping with wild lust, their nubile teenaged bodies bouncing and writhing like eels.
Barbie's loins were on fire again, as exquisite explosions of rapture accompanied the thorough licking and sucking she was receiving from her sweet little sister.
And the ass licking and cunt tickling Vicky was receiving from her Daddy turned her on incredibly.
She mewled in delight, wiggling her hips and pushing wantonly back against Roger Lipscotch's face, loving the feeling of his long tongue sliding in and out of her tight, delicate rectal chute.
Roger's belly tightened with lust.
He sat up suddenly and fisted his big, throbbing truncheon.
In one deft movement, he maneuvered it beneath Vicky's tiny, quivering body, inserting the thick knob in her tight, satiny vaginal maw.
With a growl and a grunt, he heaved upward hard, sinking about half of his ten inch cock deep inside of her twitching, furnace hot interior.
Vicky gave a muffled squeal of delight, her body shaking as waves of excruciating pleasure spilled over her.
OH, she loved having her father's enormous cudgel pumping deeper and deeper into her clenching twat, spreading the walls wide and battering up finally against her aching cervix!
Nothing on earth felt so divine as that!
She groaned in pleasure, lifting her ass and wantonly pushing back against her father's lusty thrusts.
He was watching Barbie's face, which was contorted in delight as her sister's hot tongue brought her nearer and nearer to orgasm.
He pounded brutally in and out of Vicky's cunt, harder and harder, faster and faster, feeling her nubile fourteen year old body begin to respond to his thrusts, wiggling and convulsing and milking hungrily at his pounding pecker.
She lapped faster and faster at Barbie's twitching, sopping pussy, tasting her older sister's sweet juices as Barbie clutched frantically at her head and humped her hips lasciviously to and fro.
Roger's body was blazing with libidinal excitement. His head swam with bestial pleasure and need.
He glanced down and watched as his huge dick slid in and out of the minute, sucking vagina, glistening with her moist fluids. He noticed the way her tight, winking, virginal anus throbbed each time he slammed into her, and a savage idea consumed him suddenly.
Quickly he drew out of Vicky's pussy with a moist popping sound. He fisted his organ and pressed it firmly between the soft, dimpled cheeks of her ass, banging it against her quivering anal opening.
Gripping her tightly about the waist, he slammed forward brutally, penetrating her to the core on his gargantuan ten inch phallus.
Vicky's body jerked violently and her head snapped back. She uttered a shrill, amazed, agonized scream as white hot pain sliced through her violated bowels.
Roger began to immediately pump his hips back and forth as fast and hard as he could.
He heard Vicky's muffled sobs and screams of protest, and he watched as Barbie's face crumpled in excitement, the beginnings of an intense orgasm consuming her loins.
