Unknown - Horny hostage

"Your dates like me," Mommy said.

"It doesn't make no difference. It ain't fair," Bambi Starr said.

Ernest Whitson was standing right there with a smile on his face.

"Ernest, do you mind if Bambi's Mommy watches?" Mommy asked.

"No, ma'am, not at all," Ernest Whitson said with a small bow.

"Okay, okay, what you want to do?" Bambi asked Ernest.

"I want you to give me a hand-job!" Ernest Whitson exclaimed.

"That's all?" Bambi Starr asked – sounding slightly disappointed.

"Ummmmm, I love the way you give hand jobs," Ernest Whitson said.

"Have I given you a hand job before?" Bambi Starr said.

"You don't remember?" Ernest Whitson questioned with a frown.

"Sorry, I am a very busy girl," the pretty little girl said.

"You work hard to earn your reputation," Ernest Whitson said.

"You are a chip off the old cunt, Bambi," Mommy exclaimed.

"Shut up, Mommy," the diminutive female with a sharp intonation.

"You gave me a really good hand-job. Remember? I told you I thought most girls were too rough, and sometimes they tore the little skin beneath the head of my dick."

"Oh, yeah."

"You greased my cock with chicken grease and then jerked me off."

"I remember now. You shot about a quart of jism," Bambi Starr said.

"I have been saving my seed up ever since," Ernest Whitson said.

"Kidding?"

"Nope."

"In that case I had better hurry and get you out of your misery," she said.

"Yes, please."

Ernest Whitson pulled down his drawers and his boner popped out.

"Ummmmmmm, I can see you are ready for it," Bambi Starr said.

The backwoods tramp left to get the chicken grease and Mommy crawled over to Ernest Whitson and began to suck his cock.

"Ummmmmm, you suck great for an old bag," Ernest Whitson said.

Bambi Starr re-entered the room and saw what was going on.

"Mommy! Mommy! You, cut that out!" the pretty little girl said.

Mommy pulled her mouth off of Ernest Whitson's purple cock head.

"Leave him to me. I want to make him come," Bambi Starr said.

"Okay, okay, okay, bitch," Bambi Starr's drunken Mommy said.

Bambi Starr tenderly smeared the chicken grease on Ernest Whitson's dick.

"Can I take your cock head in my mouth at the end?" Bambi Starr said.

"You want me to shoot my wad in your mouth?" Ernest Whitson asked.

"Yeah, of course," Bambi Starr said, furrowing her brow a bit.

Bambi Starr began to pump her fist up and down the shaft of Ernest Whitson's cock.

"You are going too fast," Mommy said.

"Oh?" Bambi Starr said, looking back over her shoulder at her mother.

"You have to start out slow and pick up the pace," Mommy said.

"Your Mommy is right, Bambi," Ernest Whitson said with a shiver.

"Very well, live and learn," Bambi Starr said with a sigh.

"His come will feel better if you make him wait for it," Mommy said.

Bambi Starr started out jerking off Ernest Whitson's cock slow.

"Yeah, that's the ticket, yeah," Ernest Whitson said with a sigh.

"You ought to listen to your mother more often," Mommy said.

Bambi Starr steadily picked up the pace of her jerking motion.

"You are making it feel better and better and better," he said.

"You are going to make him shoot the goo!" Mommy exclaimed.

"I can feel his cock spasming against my hand," the girl said.

"You are going to make me come! Ohhhhhhhh!" Ernest Whitson said.

Bambi Starr took Ernest Whitson's cock in her mouth just in time.

"Coming! Owwwwwwww! Owwwwwwww!" Ernest Whitson screamed loudly.

Bambi Starr felt Ernest Whitson's jism flood her sweet mouth.

"Drink down my nasty dogwater!" Ernest Whitson screamed.

Franklin Prattford was next on Bambi Starr's list of lovers.

"I am so horny I'm about ready to die," Franklin Prattford said.

"You sure as hell came to the right place," Bambi Starr said.

Franklin Prattford came right up to the Starr's front door for it!

"If you won't do it, you Mommy sure as hell will," he said.

"You don't have to worry about that. I'll do it," Bambi said.

"Where is the old drunken bag, anyway?" Franklin Prattford asked.

"The old drunken bag passed out in the outhouse," Bambi said.

"You want me to haul her ass out of there?" Franklin Prattford asked.

"No, thanks. Let her wake up with a ring on her ass," Bambi said.

"You want to teach the old hag a lesson, Bambi?" the man asked.

"That's right. She's going to drink herself into her grave."

"She's been like that ever since your Daddy ran off, huh?"

"Yup. Guess that's what happens when your heart is broken."

"So, let's get down to some good fucking," Franklin Prattford said.

"I hear you. I ain't got banged yet today," Bambi Starr said.

"It is one o'clock in the afternoon," Franklin Prattford said.

"I have been trying to cut back on my fucking," she said.

"I don't believe the words I am hearing," Franklin Prattford said.

"I have to admit though, I diddled myself this morning."

"You are an addict, face it," Franklin Prattford said, laughing.

"It is true. I can't get enough orgasms," she said.

"It is a pity really. It is kind of sad," he said.

"What makes you say an awful thing like that?" she said.

"You can never know true satisfaction, can you?" he said.

"No, I suppose, I suppose I can't," Bambi Starr stammered.

"That's a shame. You may never be happy," Franklin Prattford said.

"I find happiness in the pursuit of happiness," the girl said.

The cute little slut and Franklin Prattford got completely nude.

"Ummmmmmmmm, I sure do love that pecker of yours," she said.

"My cock loves you. See? The stiff guy is waving hello."

"Maybe the stiff guy wants me to shake hands with him, huh?"

"Maybe," Franklin Prattford responded, quite breathlessly.

Bambi Starr reached down and made a fist around his cock.

"Yeah, that feels nice, real nice," Franklin Prattford said.

The cute little slut gave the pecker a gingerly tug. He moaned.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, I want my dick inside your cunt," Franklin exclaimed.

"Let's get to it. How are we going to fuck?" Bambi Starr inquired.

"I think I want to fuck in an imaginative position," he said.

"I have one in mind if you are taking suggestions," she said.

"Shoot. My mind is coming up a blank," Franklin Prattford said.

"If I sit in that chair and you kneel before me…" she said.

"I would be at the perfect height to fuck your poontang!"

"Yes, that was what I was thinking," the pretty little girl said.

Bambi Starr sat down in the chair and opened up her fine thighs.

"God, it's like the Gates of Heaven opening," Franklin exclaimed.

"Ummmmmmmm, can you see my natural lubrication?" she asked.

"The juices are dripping out of your pussy in a steady flow."

"I am going to make a puddle on the chair," Bambi Starr said.

"I don't care if you don't care," Franklin Prattford said.

"I sure as hell don't give a flying fuck," Bambi Starr said.

Franklin Prattford mounted Bambi Starr, his cock to her cunt.

"Let me guide your cock in me with my hands," she whispered.

"Okay," Franklin Prattford said, seeing no point in disagreeing.

"Ummmmmmm," Bambi Starr said as she slipped his dick in her cunt.

"Can I take you deep? Is it okay?" Franklin Prattford questioned.

"Ohhhhhhh, take me as deep as you possibly can," she said.

Franklin Prattford pushed his cock all the way into her cunt.

"Fuck me now, Franklin, fuck me real hard!" Bambi Starr said.

Mommy came stumbling in the shack with a ring on her ass.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, she's at it again," Mommy cackled.

"Never mind her, Franklin, fuck me," Bambi Starr exclaimed.