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That's Entertainment
by Old Bill (address withheld)
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A teenage girl's father and brother do their best to
keep her lovely friend entertained. (MM/f-teen, ped,
reluc, 1st)
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My daughter has just driven off in a squeal of tires
when the doorbell rang and there was the beautiful Amy,
the friend she was supposed to be waiting for, the one
I had seen a dozen times and got an erection from every
single time. The tall girl blinked at me as I held the
door open and then brushed past, smelling good and
looking better. I had been painfully hard since early
that morning and hoped this opportunity was going to
pay off in a big way.
I admired her well-shaped ass in her tight-fitting
jeans, her deep spine trench and the wide ribbon of
bare girl skin at her trim waist and closed the door,
flipping the lock. I sure hoped she was sixteen, but I
was certainly not going to ask. I could already picture
her impaled and writhing on my thick spear like a pig
roasting on the spit.
"She just went to the mall with some guy in a red
roadster, one of those new Pontiacs," I told her as I
admired her jutting tits which stretched her cotton
sweater. I had seen her in a bikini, so I was well
aware of what lay beneath the loose-knit garment and it
certainly wasn't a bra. Amy's jugs were thirty-six's
I'm sure, softball sized at least, high on her chest
and they barely jiggled when she moved. I damn near had
a heart attack watching her play volleyball out on the
lawn last summer.
She pouted nicely. "Oh, that's Jimmy James, her newest
admirer. He's a rich one, that boy, a keeper."
"Said she'd be right back," I said. "Told me to
entertain you." I tried not to leer as I pictured her
bare and begging for more.
She was a big girl nearly six feet tall and probably
150 pounds or so, with a wonderful rack and broad
shoulders, dark eyes, a full mouth and auburn hair. Not
a traffic stopper perhaps, but a number one piece of
ass in anybody's book, a well-toned hard body as we
used to say with legs that went all the way up. I
stepped to her smiling, said, "You won't need this
sweater in here," and pulled it off, right over her
head.
She squealed and her boobs bounced as I tossed it away
and ostentatiously licked my lips. "Nice," I said as
she sputtered, grabbing one and mouthing the other.
They were warm and firm, a nice handful, the small
nipples upturned, and she certainly needed no support.
"Wait, wait," she gasped as I nibbled and sucked while
my right hand unbuckled her wide belt and unsnapped the
top button of her jeans and my left mauled her right
jug and twisted her little nipple and then stretched it
out a bit. Her tits were quickly hard and pointed, and
she was trying to push me away with both hands,
shuffling her feet as I forced her back toward the big
sofa and rubbed hard on her nipple with my tongue,
capturing it between my front teeth. By then it felt
like a finger tip.
"You really taste good," I told her, licking firmly on
her jug and then switching to the other full, young
breast as I pulled down her zipper.
"No, no, Mr. Jackson, please don't. You don't
understand." Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape, so I
kissed her and let our tongues get acquainted. I kissed
her hard and long, gnawing her soft lips, ignoring her
squirming and pleading, yanking down her Levis as I
explored her mouth and mauled her big boob, kneading it
like bread dough.
I pushed her back to the wall, slid both hands down her
lean hips and over her firm buttocks, got well inside
her cotton panties, lifted her up, flipped her over
onto the big, leather sofa and stripped off her jeans,
underpants and shoes all at once, peeling her out.
She landed with an 'oof' and sprawled nicely, giving me
a good view of her carefully shaved peach with its
tightly pursed lips, just then my goal in life. I
licked my lips and felt my big cock surge. Cunnilingus
is one of my favorite hobbies, and I hadn't eaten a
teen-ager for a good while. I always liked the hairless
ones better, but of course, I wasn't picky when it came
to oral sex. Once I got my tongue into a female, she
was mine to do whatever I wanted with. I hate to brag,
but I am good.
I started undressing and she rolled over and stared at
me with a shocked look. "Are you crazy?" she squealed,
one arm across her chest and the other hand between her
long legs. 'What are you doing? Come on, Mr. Jackson,
get serious."
"I am getting ready to entertain you the best way I
can, honey, so if you aren't wet, I suggest you do a
little rubbing down there." The damn girl's legs were,
I'm sure, more than a yard long and very well muscled,
like a dancer or swimmer and she was both. I could
hardly wait to feel them around my body, to shove her
knees back to her ears and plunge into her. I wondered
if I could get her head down on the floor and drive it
straight down into her little hole. She actually looked
frightened, and I liked that, but then I probably
outweighed her by a hundred pounds or so.
I tossed away my shirt, toed off my shoes and unzipped
my khakis while she started to crawl away from me. I
blocked her path, yanked down my trousers and boxers
and let my big cock spring forth, eager for action,
curved upward, red and dripping. It must have looked
like a telephone pole to her because she screeched. I
stroked it out and shook it at her, the helmet-shaped
head nearly purple, suffused with blood and very
sensitive. It had been like that since I got out of
bed, hard to satisfy. I had jerked off in the shower,
but it stayed hard even after spraying the tiled wall
with my semen.
Then she really screamed. "Oh no," she cried, pointing,
"you wouldn't put that thing in me. No, please, don't,
don't! I've never done it, honest, honest!"
I gripped her under the arms, rubbing her jutting boobs
as I did so, and tossed her back on the sofa, climbed
between her raised knees with my spear jutting out like
a bowsprit, pre-cum dripping and blood surging, and
dove between her legs, grasping her thighs and
spreading her wide, mouthing her mounded vulva and the
prying her open with my coiled tongue. When I ate them,
they stayed eaten. I nibbled gently and her lips
parted, fluttering as I probed. I changed my grip to
her buttocks and squeezed hard, pressing her to my face
and hungry mouth. I sucked. I lapped. I nibbled.
Fingers came later; cock much later, right now it was
all tongue.
It only took a couple of deep licks before her little
clit popped out looking like a mini-penis, but I kept
tongue fucking her and bumped it with my nose until I
felt her juices begin to flow. By then her vagina was
very slippery and ready for action, her outer lips
flapping and inner ones wiggling out, seeking, needing,
wanting what I had for her. I knew she needed it, every
thick inch of it. She was sobbing and writhing, pushing
on my head with both hands, but when I sucked in her
clit and it quickly hardened, it was all over; she had
lost the battle. She surrendered utterly, and she
really squealed when she came, bucking and kicking,
with three fingers wiggling in her box, two of mine and
one of hers, all hooked upward, seeking that G-spot.
I sucked, tongued and nibbled until she managed to
stiffen and come for a second time before I crawled up
on her overheated body and lodged my fat cockhead
between her soaked and quivering labia. There was no
fight left in her defenses; the gates were open and she
was at my mercy. I had none.
In it went like a battering ram, captured and soothed,
stirring around at the soggy entranceway, just an inch
or so of pleasure-filled penetration, the blood-filled
pussy lips closing behind it, and I smiled down at her,
gathered myself and impaled her, ramming all seven
inches of my thick rod into her young body. Nothing,
absolutely nothing, feels better. I'm sure she didn't
mean to, but her young quim milked it, squeezing firmly
as she closed her eyes, stiffened her wonderful body,
and sighed. Her hard nipples rubbed my bare chest,
digging grooves.
"Gah," she gasped as her body arched so that only her
heels and the top of her head were touching the
leather. I pushed deeper still and noticed that my son
was standing on the stairs, watching and grinning.
I gave him a wave and got down to business, making slow
and smooth moves in and out of her while she continued
to whimper and squeeze, restraining myself, my need for
action. I probably could have fucked her for a half-
hour at that slow and exciting rate, but my body
demanded more, a lot more, more friction, more depth,
more of her muscular vagina which was pulsing on my
stiff tool.
"Oh don't, please don't," she sobbed. "I'm a virgin.
I've never done it, never, never. Pull it out, oh
please pull it out." She snapped her head from side to
side, covering her face with her hair and gasping,
"It's too big, too big." I guess she didn't realize
that her begging was too late, much too late. I guess I
laughed because she didn't know she was no longer a
virgin. She gasped up at me, realizing what we both
knew.
She was very tight and her deep muscles were
fluttering, her labia quivering as I gave her half-foot
thrusts about five seconds apart, barely a slow
marching pace, not even balls deep yet, moving steadily
and mechanically, enjoying every second of it, counting
them off in my mind, hoping to get to fifty. "I didn't
feel a cherry break," I told her while my pelvis kept
on surging, driving it into her mercilessly, "and I've
busted a few." Her pussy was absolutely wonderful, in
constant motion, lips grasping and muscles rippling.
My cockhead hit something that felt like a sponge, and
she went stiff and moaned so I butted it a couple of
more times, figuring on stretching her some, thinking
about my second and third tries at entertaining. I had
some long term goals involving several different
positions of pleasure, at least for me.
"No, no!" she gasped. "It's been gone for years,
gymnastics, yaahhhh," she screamed as I hit something
raw or very sensitive deep within her. "Oh lord, you're
unto my uterus. I feel things splitting, tearing, oh
please pull it out. You're killing me. No more, no
more, I can't. I can't." She twisted and shook, making
odd sounds deep in her throat, on the spit and
thoroughly cooked. I decided to rotated her on my spear
and baste her with my cum. She was drooling and
moaning, acting already exhausted
"Wrap your legs around me, honey, clamp me to you and
we'll have some fun," I told her as I felt my balls
melding into a single globe and tightening up at the
base of my thick cock. "We're just getting started,
this is the breaking-in period, baby, the best comes
later when you start moving with me." I do love riding
young ones, and this girl was one of the best ever.
I could feel my cockhead pulling her flesh outward on
each slow withdrawal. She could really take it while
some of the kids I've fucked fainted or screamed until
their throats were raw. I remember a nubile 13-year-old
that was unconscious for ten or fifteen minutes after I
cornholed her. Of course, that fact barely slowed me
down.
She continued to gasp and whine so I got my arms under
her long legs, lifted her ass off the cushions, got up
on my knees and really fucked her, slamming my big ram
into her tight vagina time after time until we were
loudly smacking our flesh together and our groins were
getting kind of squishy. Every thrust was a thrill
because she was not only tight, she was vibrating,
spasming, roiling on my stiff rod, giving me a whole
series of exciting pleasures. Once I was into her
immature womb, it was full bore fucking, half-foot
thrusts with 250 pounds behind each one. I held back
nothing; I was a ravisher and I loved it.
I flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees,
backed off until my fat glans popped right out of
clinging lips, was tempted by her tiny anus but put my
prick back where it was needed and drove up all the way
in, evidently hitting a very sensitive spot on the way
because the luscious girl almost jumped out of her skin
when I did, climaxing as if shocked with a taser.
So I went back and rubbed it a few time and she fell to
whimpering, tears running down her face.. She ducked
her head and sobbed, begging me to stop. I was in
deeper, right to the hilt, my balls buried in her folds
when I started another series of deep rams, holding
each one fully in her until my cock jumped or flexed
and she squealed and bucked. I felt her pelvis begin to
move, move to and fro, the first sign that she was
starting to enjoy our vigorous coupling. By then,
although I had lost count, I was sure I had done a
hundred.
"Lord, honey," I told her as I slid my hands from her
hips up to her dangling boobs, stroking them, squeezing
them, kneading her jugs, "we're just getting started.
Aren't you having fun?" I gripped them hard in my big
hands, and she groaned as her tits popped out between
my gasping fingers.
My son, who was now sitting across the room and
watching intently, his shoes already off, laughed. "You
want her when I take a break?" I asked him, my hips
moving up and down machine-like, a well digger in
action or a pile-driver perhaps.
"Sure, Dad, if you leave me anything worth screwing."
"Oh, she's good, boy, good and tight, claims she was a
virgin, and she might have been." The girl was now just
grunting in time with my one-a-second rams, eyes
closed, drooling and sobbing while I mauled her boobs,
our overheated bodies in concert, both seeking the same
release, but her body was moving, undulating.
By then I had pushed her down the length of the sofa,
plowing away until her head and hands were braced on
the arm, and she could go any further. I pressed my
toes against the other arm and dug deeper, rutting like
a fool. "You on the pill?" I asked her as I felt my
semen moving like a lava flow within me, my hands then
on her shoulders, holding her to me as I smacked us
loudly together.
She shook her head and gasped out, "No, no, please
don't."
I drew my stiff horn from her clinging pussy, rolled
her over, laid it between her firm, young breasts,
pushed them together and said, "Open wide."
I thrust all the way up her cleavage until my scotum
was between her jugs and jetted out four thick ropes of
my spend, coating her face and hair with my cum but
getting a good bit on her mouth and then I moved up and
put the cockhead between her lips and said, "Clean it
off, honey. That was awful good." We were both gasping
for air.
I winked at my son as he got out of his clothes. His
riled cock is almost as long as mine but it's a good
bit thinner, but he sure does know how to please the
girls. I sometimes hear his bed squeaking and groaning
when he's got some little slut in his room, and they
almost always scream out their pleasure. Since he's
young, he can come two or three times without much of a
break, but I need my rest and sometimes a little purple
pill to get going again. My cock was already flaccid,
hanging down over my throbbing balls and dripping. I
felt good, spent but satisfied that I had done a good
job; sure the pretty kid had climaxed three times at
least.
I used the bathroom, rinsed off my thick weapon at the
sink, got a pep pill and a glass of water and sat down
to watch my boy entertain his sister's friend. He was
into her spoon fashion so he could maul one tit and
suck the other at the same time, their legs
intertwined, her body moving in concert with his. She
was whimpering but I noticed that her hips and pelvis
were beginning to get in sync with my son's hard
thrusts, and he seemed in no hurry.
She might not have been loving it, but she was
cooperating and getting the best she could from his
efforts. I wondered how many times she had come after I
saw her gasp in pleasure and rub at her erect clit as
they changed positions without coming apart.
"You were right, Dad, she's young and tender, fresh
meat, seldom used, maybe never like you said. Best I've
had in a long time." He laid back so she was spread
atop him and then helped her sit up and taught her the
pleasures of reverse cowgirl and by the time he came,
with her hands down on his knees, she was really giving
him a good ride, rutting like a pro, slapping his
haunch and urging him on, moaning something that
sounded like, "More, more."
I picked her off him, put her on my shoulder and took
her up to the spare room, ignoring the goo that was
running down the inside of her thighs. I guess he
didn't ask her about birth control.
"You up for some double-teaming?" I asked my boy.
He just smiled and bounced his long prick in his hand
as I put the moaning girl down, and she pulled up her
legs, sobbing and sniffing and curled into a ball. I
fingered her anus and she whimpered.
"Get a condom," I told him, "and you can have her ass.
I'm sure it's cherry too." He was back quickly with his
prick sheathed. By then I was on my back and had forced
Amy to mount my stiff manhood and sit on my loins,
facing me, breasts still high and hard. She looked
shocked. My hands were filled with her hickey marked
breasts and she was writhing, grinding us together,
eyes closed, lips parted, somewhere else in her mind as
she bounced on my belly, fucking herself over and over
on my stiff mast.
Fifteen or twenty minutes later, when my daughter got
home, she found her brother boning her friend from
behind while Amy did her best to suck my big and very
satisfied cock.
My daughter just stood and watched, one hand on hip.
"We're entertaining her," I said with a smile, well
past the point of ejaculating.
"They sure are," said Amy with my limp cock in her
hand. She grinned and put it back in her soft-lipped
mouth.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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