John Fine - Sexy little sister

"Oh Joey, what have you done?" she moaned loudly.

"I can do anything with your body I want, can't I?"

"Yes, my love," she whimpered, half in fear but suddenly feeling hot and excited between her legs as his wrist massaged her swollen clit, pumping back and forth into the stretched vagina. Inside he made a fist to imitate the bulbous head of a gigantic cock and began to fuck her with his arm.

"Joey, Joey," she squealed ecstatically, feeling herself impaled by the hugest of possible cocks, "oh, oh don't damage me Joey. But it feels good. Oh yes," she cried, her twat squirming frantically around the hard wrist. "Oh, oh, oh it's good."

At the same time the eleven-year-old again raised the whip and again it crashed down on the small sensitive breasts. But now the spinster's screams were of pleasure mixed with pain. The hot burning strokes on her nipples flooded her entire body with ecstatic agony. The gigantic pecker pounded at her insides like a dozen pricks in her at once and with animal hunger she spread wider to let more in, jerking her ass upward to meet each tearing ripping thrust. About her the room whirled dizzily. Even child birth could not have stretched her cunt more, but instead of pain there was only welcomed ecstasy.

Dropping the belt Joey turned his attention to the squirming twat. His ears were filled with the teacher's violent screams. Grabbing her ass in his arm he pounded his fist into her cave vigorously, the stretched pink pussy sucking at his wrist as it pumped back and forth into the boiling hot hole.

"God, God, mercy," she cried, tears flooding her face. "Oh, oh, oh it's good. God it's good. Harder, Joey, harder," she pleaded, her body throbbing and thrashing wildly on the floor with each shove of his arm. "Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh, ahhh, ahhhh, I'm coming. I'm coming. God I'm. coming."

Suddenly the whole of Joey's fist and wrist were covered by thick sticky spend. The honey seemed to gush out of her pussy from every pore, covering every inch of her stretched and tortured genitals. Her body rocked and twisted on the carpet, her arms pounding on the floor. The homely face was contorted with ecstasy.

Unballing his hand, the child began to flutter his fingers wildly inside her, scratching and tickling the moist warm walls. The middle-aged teacher screamed again. Joey, the room, his hand, everything lost its identity. All turned gray around her as she cried out her pleasure and her body tossed wildly. She felt the whole world was cramming itself into her yawning cunt.

Mercilessly Joey continued his hand fucking, keeping the lady deep in pitched orgasm. Finally tired himself, he stilled his fist and the spinster's twat began to screw about his wrist less crazily. At last her twisting hips came to a stop, resting on the carpet. She lay sweat covered, panting for breath. With an effort the child finally extracted his hand from the smoking cunt.

"Do you acknowledge me as your absolute master?" he demanded in his thin childish voice, "will you do anything I command without question?"

"Anything," she moaned, returning slowly to reality. "I'll do anything you want, Joey. Just promise me you'll fuck me like this whenever you can. Just promise." She knew now she was completely subdued and would indeed go through with any perversion he suggested.

"I promise," he answered finally and smiled, full of his new found power and triumph.

Suzie stood under a street light and waited for Nate Tower to arrive. Hidden in shadows down the road, Cindy waited in their car. As cute as her younger sister looked in her miniskirt and sweater, she hoped no one else would try to pick her up before Nate. She lifted the mike of her citizens band radio and called Liddy.

"You there, Liddy? All okay?"

There was a moments pause and the speaker cracked hoarsely. "All okay Cindy. I guess this radio you two stuck in my car will work all right."

"Don't worry about it. Just press the button when you want to speak. I can hear you fine. Do you have the Police radio on also?"

"Yeah, but real low so I can hear you when you call."

"Good. Remember, if you need to get hold of me of the deputies, just turn up the volume and push the button on the mike, too, just like the one you're using now."

"Right. I won't forget Cindy." Nervously the sensuous blonde rested the CB mike back in its cradle. Gingerly she pulled sown her shorts and began to fondle her tender clit. She hoped a little masturbation might help relieve the tension.

The girl looked around as if fearing being taken by surprise. But there was no one in sight. Below her a few cars passed rapidly along the expressway. She had been placed near the exit ramp that Tower would undoubtedly take to Pine Grove. It was just extra security in case Cindy lost the photographer in traffic.

"Here he is," cracked Cindy's voice over the radio. Liddy quickly grabbed the microphone.

"What's happening?" she asked anxiously, quickly pulling up her pants and preparing for action.

"Nothing, he's just picking her up. It must be him ‘cause Suzie's getting in without hesitation. It's a light blue Ford, nearly brand new but there's a big dent in the right rear fender. I can't see the license number, but… there they go. I'm following. Keep in contact.

Cindy glided her car out of the shadows as soon as it was safe. The Ford was headed straight down Locust Street and since there was little traffic the young brunette risked not turning on her lights until Tower swung left Onto Broadway. Fortunately there were enough cars on his major street for Cindy to escape the photographer's notice, if he suspected a tail.

Things seemed to go smoothly for a few moments until Cindy realized that the driver was passing one by one all the streets that led to the expressway. He should have turned right again long ago, but didn't. As they reached the city limits and left them, it became undeniably clear that he had no intention of taking the expressway. They were now on the old highway that headed for Hazelville and picking up speed. Cindy realized with alarm that he had no thought of heading back to Pine Grove.

The teenager bit her lip with frustration and anger at herself. All three girls had assumed that Suzie would be taken back to the photographer's studio. But there was no reason for that assumption-there was more than just Nate Tower involved in all this. It was a mistake Daddy would not have made. Quickly she picked up the mike and informed Liddy of what had happened.

"We're just passing through Cross Corners now, heading at fifty miles per hour toward Hazelville. I'm sure he doesn't realize he's being tailed." Liddy listened to Cindy's instructions carefully. She was amazed at how calm and controlled the girl's voice sounded.

"You're only about a twenty minute drive now from where the expressway intersects this road, Liddy. If you go by maximum speed. It'll take us at least forty minutes to get that far. If you haven't heard from me before, call me. If he hasn't turned off, I'll have you wait there until he passes. Then you can join the tail. Otherwise, I'll tell you where to head for. Understood?"

"Understood," said Liddy in an excited voice. "I'll call you when I get there."

"Roger and good luck, Liddy. We need it."

By the time the conversation ended Liddy was already down the entrance ramp and on the expressway. She pressed her foot firmly on the accelerator and the speedometer rose to seventy. She hoped she'd not be intercepted by a radar unit now and stopped for speeding. This was no time to be delayed.

But all went smoothly. In a few minutes she pulled off the exit ramp and onto the old highway. She checked her watch. She'd made it in eighteen minutes flat.

Nervously she picked up the microphone and called her partner. But there was no answer. Again she called, almost frantic at the refusal of Cindy to respond. Quickly she wiggled the jack on the mike and checked the call button. A little red light on the transmitter showed it was still on. Everything seemed all right in the set. Something must have happened to Cindy.