Allen Whitten - The teaser next door

But he did not stuff his prick into her cunt. He held it still, letting her cunt nibble at the head. Her pussylips snapped, trying to trap the dribbling cockhead, to clasp it and pull it into her furry cunt.

"Darling, put it in me. I want it!"

She reached between her legs and pulled apart her cuntlips, already growing anxious for his ready prick. He teased her with his cock, and she snapped her hips backward to clasp it in her cunt.

But he retreated, holding himself just beyond her.

"Baby, I'm hot, and wet, and wanting you. Give me your cock!"

"Where do you want it?"

"Here." She stretched her pussy wider.

"Say it! Where do you want it?"

"In my cunt, my pussy, my twat, my box. Give me your cock. Fuck me!"

He slammed into her. She gave a loud "oof" and then moaned appreciatively. Ron did not pause to give her time to catch her breath, but began instantly to piston his prick in her pussy.

Wendy hunched to meet him, twisting her ass to increase the friction from the hard cock flesh. It was new and thrilling to have the underbelly of his prick stroking across her clit.

"Twist that sweet ass, hot stuff. Your cunt is great," said Ron, his hands tightening at her pelvic bones.

She moved her hands from her knees, slipping them to the outside of her thighs and gripping Ron's thighs at the back of his legs by cupping her fingers in toward him.

"Oh, my… it's gonna be quick… fuck me… ahhhhhh!"

The passion mushroomed through her, and her frenzied hunching matched the equally aroused fucking that Ron was delivering.

"I can't hold it any longer," she panted. "I'm coming, arghhhhh, coming!"

She climaxed then, and only mere instinct kept her cunt clinging to Ron's pistoning prick. She must have blacked out for a second or two from the exquisite climax she had received.

She was disoriented when she opened her eyes. She shook her head. It seemed that she was staring at a pair of expensive leather shoes on the carpet, and most surprising was the fact that they were not empty.

Ron was still reaming her cunt from the rear, but he was quite close to blowing his nuts. She let her eyes trail upwards and then twisted her head so that she could see who those feet belonged to.

"Hello, Son. I see you've gotten started without me."

Wendy gasped. What was going on here? This wasn't a figment of her imagination after all. That man was real flesh and blood, and his pants were poking out at her.

"Couldn't wait. This gal has the most exciting cunt in the world."

"Good evening, Wendy. I hope you don't mind, but you see my son and I are going to take turns showing you an exciting evening. We hope you'll get in the spirit of the thing, but we're ready to force you to accept our wishes. Do I make myself clear?"

"Oh, Ron, how could you do this? I thought you more of a man than this."

His fuck thrusts had slowed, she could have sworn he was on the verge of climax.

"Show her how misinformed she is about what a man is, Son. I'll be getting undressed while you finish fucking her."

"Sure thing, Dad."

Wendy felt as if the world had been turned upside down. Things weren't at all what they seemed. Ron had lured her here for his father's use. Why, he was nothing more than a pimp and that meant that he visualized her as nothing more than a cheap whore.

It angered her. She had thought she was falling for this young fellow, but she didn't see how she could have been so blind. It was not that she minded Ron's father fucking her, it was the manner in which it had been accomplished.

How could he?

Well, she was here. She might as well make the most of it. But she wasn't sure she could put her heart in it; it felt as though it had been ripped from her.

Ron began to undulate at her ass again and she could feel his cock fucking into her. The slap of her ass into his lower belly was heady music to her ears. And despite the young man's duplicity, he could still fuck.

This time, he was unhesitant about roughly pursuing his orgasm. Armed with the knowledge that Wendy had already climaxed, he pounded savagely at her clinging cunt, bruising her as he crammed his wrist-thick prick into her pussy. His hands tugged at her buttcheeks, and he slid a finger into her asshole.

Wendy clamped down on the finger and because the muscles of her ass and cunt worked in tandem she also clamped down on Ron's savagely stroking prick. He shuddered at the viselike grip of Wendy's inner muscles and gave only a half stroke, but then resumed his rhythm.

Wendy sneaked a peek at Ralph Sebastian. He was naked, sitting in a chair against the wall opposite her, his fingers wrapped around his erect prick, stroking it while he watched with avid interest the rapid-fire thrusting of his son's cock in Wendy's pulsating hole.

Ron's strokes were no longer lengthy ones; he had settled now into short bursts of his cock as his orgasm neared. He was grunting with each thrust, her clit receiving the swift touches with erect elation, straining at his prick.

The cum gathered in his balls, he fucked wildly to release the syrupy load. He hunched against her yielding pussy flesh, held himself tightly to her, and seemed to shove the white love cream upward and outward through the ballooning slit of his cockhead. She could feel the fuckjuice laying her inner walls, thudding into her cervix. She snapped backward in response and then stiffened as a second climax rolled mercilessly through her.

Ron's cock, growing limber as he spent the last few drops of his sticky sperm, backed himself out of her pussy, leaving her battered cunt empty. The cum dribbled from her and landed in a soft white puddle at her feet.

Then Ralph was on his feet, clutching her to him, his hands fiercely exploring her still-warm body, flushed with the excitement of her climax. He fondled her tits, tugging at her nipples, sunk his hands in her hair and kissed her with raging lust. She acted automatically, out of her reflexes, opening her mouth to him, so that he could probe her oral cavity with his tongue lashing kiss.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. She spread her legs without having to think about it.

Ralph eased himself between her legs, and she could feel the hair along his outer thighs pricking the smooth inner surface of her thighs. With little effort he buried his prick into her sloppy cunt, still plugged with the remaining vestiges of Ron's semen, not at all mindful that her cunt was slick and slippery from the wet release of the mutual orgasm that he had watched while he was masturbating.

"I don't mind sloppy seconds, Wendy," he breathed in her ear as he held himself deeply within her. "Not when a cunt's as hot and tight as yours. Ron wasn't kidding when he said that you were the best piece of ass he'd ever fucked. Lord, I could just come from the heat that you generate."

She turned her head to the side and stared at Ron, who was sprawled in the chair his father had just vacated, his once proud cock laying limp and weak on his thigh.

She felt ashamed by having this man atop her. She had not pursued him, nor had he in any sense pursued her. She felt like a mere tool for the gratification of his desires.

"Just fuck me, Mr. Sebastian," she said tiredly.

"Sorry your mood is so bad. Maybe before the evening's over, you'll change your mind, and get into the swing of things. Two cocks are better than one, my dear. They can do more things. You'll come around. You like fucking too much."

Don't lecture me. Just fuck me, get your aging nuts off and let me go home. I'm so ashamed that they could care so little about me.

Ralph withdrew his cock and then slowly eased it back into her tight cunt.

Wendy ignored the pleasurable sensations that it caused in her pussy.

I am not going to enjoy this. It's nothing more than rape.