Ron Taylor: Raped cousin

But it was exciting for Debbie, too, and her cunt boiled over with simmering girl-juice as she wolfed on his stiff prong. Her tongue couldn’t keep still around him. She licked as he pushed in, pulled out, plunged home again, and she made her tongue glide across the rubbery-smooth knob of Sam’s dong, tracing the ridges of his crown, even trying to fickle his cumslit with the frisky, randy edge of her playful tongue. At the same time, her hand was fight on his balls-not viciously tight, for that had been an accident, but caressingly tight, tight enough to show him that she loved what she was doing, that the loved his cock, loved him as Well.

He petted her cunt with his fingers, keeping her split, but his tongue took a coffee break. No matter. Her creamy cum was thick and milky on the lips of Debbie’s cooze, bubbling out from her feminine hole, and his fingertip puddled in her juices while she gobbled his meat. "Ah, yeah,” he moaned, “I think you know what you’re doing this time." “Nnnnnppphhhh,” she gurgled around his throbbing tool, which translated into English as, approximately, “You bet your fucking ass I do!” and she kept on eating him, sighing regretfully when her need to breathe forced her to slack up a little on his dick.

“Don’t stop now,” Sam told her, and with that he returned to the job he’d begun. His linger slammed up Debbie’s quim, into the undulant network of pussy muscles and simmenng cum, and she felt as if he were pulling her guts out through that tight red-lipped hole between her legs. But she didn’t want him to stop, either, because he knew what he was doing.

How, she wondered, could. Holly and Lisa ever settle for anything so degrading and mechanical as a battery-powered vibrator? She tasted again the raw meat flavor Of Sam’s dick and she knew that nothing, but nothing could ever compare with the real thing. And to think, she’d almost lost her precious cherry to that goddamned battery operated fuck tool in Holly’s nasty hands!

For a fleeting moment her tongue remembered the taste of Lisa’s pussy juice flowing into her mouth, but it was a transitory remembrance and the taste of Sam washed it from her mind. Still, Debbie thought, what would it be like doing this •with another girl? It couldn’t be as much fun, could it? A girl didn’t have eight inches of stiff meat to play with. A girl., a girl would be built on precisely the same lines as Debbie herself. Tits. Pussy. How could you bring two holes together and get satisfaction from it? Didn’t you have to have a hole and something-big and brutal to fill that hole? She didn’t know. she’d only just finished losing her cherry, for Christ’s sake! How was she supposed to know all the, facts that had taken Dr. David Reuben years to sort out and made him a zillion dollars in the process? All she knew was that she had done it with a man, and God, it was like nothing she had ever imagined, nothing she could have ever imagined! And all of it was due to that queer girl rape Lisa and Holly had tried to pull on her this morning. If she ha4n’t run away from them in panic and disgust, she wouldn’t be here now, sucking like a leech on Sam’s peter, feeling his tongue and fingers explore the mysteries and treasures of her honey box, and, oh, God, she would have missed so much!!!

A nasty smell entered her nostrils, but she had no time to identify it. She was far too busy eating Sam, being eaten by him. His tongue was like a summertime fly in her pussy, buzzing here there and everywhere, too persistent to be swatted. He twanged her clit like a guitar string, shoved himself up her coozy hole, sucked up the juices she was leaking for him, and his fingers played round and round the sensitive reaches of her body as he ate. Fingers on her belly, one of them cleverly rimming inside her tiny navel. Other fingers stroking her quivery thighs, up, down, inside out. A finger that pushed into her crotch from the bottom, slipped over her tight-stretched perineum, onto the twitchy flesh ringing her asshole. He’d stuck the tip of his finger into her ass during one of their fuck sessions, and she had found it a fantastic experience. In the past she’d only pushed things out her ass. She’d never taken anything into it before.

Ooooooohhhh!! Jesus!! He was doing it again! His finger pushed-she almost bit his cock, but restrained herself just in time-and, then he was in her, God, really in her, an inch or more deep in her rectum, and she felt her buttocks clench and contract around that finger, and there was a hotness in her pussy matching the excitement at her asshole. She started to hump up and down, smacking him in the face with her quim, and her lips ignited around the barrel of his cock. Debbie sucked him deeper, deeper, deeper, tongue whirling around him.

Again that strange smell. Like something burning. He must have smelled it too, for he hesitated in his pussy-lunching, but the hesitation was as brief as possible. His tongue thrust up her again and her pussy began to snap crackle and pop like the perfect breakfast food it was, and she squeezed his balls one last time, squeezed them harder then she’d been squeezing, and it seemed to be just what the doctor ordered.

Sam groaned into her twat and he unleashed his flood ‘of cum, pouring the stuff into Debbie’s mouth. His cock jerked back, almost deserting her mouth, but he thrust• forward again, and then he was pumping in and out of her, spilling a fresh pint of semen with each separate ram and buck.

She couldn’t handle it. He seemed to have a cornucopia of sperm, and he filled her mouth with it half a dozen times. She, sucked, and she swallowed-more than enough to convince her that she loved the taste and the flavor of jism-but there was so much of Sam’s juice running from her mouth, too much to swallow and drink even with the’ gulping gluttonous passion she felt. Still, she drank and swallowed enough of his cum to be sure that it was sweet and tasty, especially when taken in the large doses he was giving her. Debbie gulped until her throat ached, and she kept her lips as tight as possible around him, but still his cock began to grow limp in her mouth and she felt it slipping free.

Relieved of the tension of his own needs, Sam threw himself into eating out Debbie Marshall’s sixteen-year-old nookie. He spread her viciously with his fingers, but she loved the feeling, and he used his lips and tongue and teeth on her with no discrimination or restraint. In and out of her quivery cooze his tongue shot, then up to lap at the bud of her clit, and she was simply fisting him by the soft tool now, squeezing as each separate ripple and explosion of pressure shot through her body. He wouldn’t harden in her hand, but he was thick enough to hang onto, and she lavished appreciation upon his pecker until her own come burst like a tornado in her belly and whirl winded out through the channel of her twat, drenching his face with the hottest, stickiest flow of girl juice he had ever (she was positive) been pissed with.

“What is that?” he asked finally, raising his face from her creamed-out ‘snatch. She let go of his cock and they both sat up. And then, in unison, “Jesus Christ, the pork and beans!!”

They’d forgotten all about lunch.

“Well,” Debbie said, surveying the saucepan and its blackened, burned contents, “I guess we’ll have to find something else to eat, won’t we?” She lifted her eyebrows and her eyes sparkled with invitation. Oh, hell, she thought, he’s taken care of the hungers that were of ‘any importance. She smacked’ her lips, relishing the memory of the semen he’d fed her, and she wondered how long it would be until she got another giant economy size helping, straight from the lips of the fountain of life.

“They were faggots,” Lisa said. “Both of them. Didn’t you see the way they looked at each other? Bet they came up to the high country so they could be alone with their cocks and blow each other in the twinkling starlight.” She looked at the wine bottle. It was empty. Frowning, Lisa threw it into the bushes. A moment later there was a sound of breaking glass.