Suzanne Mellows - A naughty fourteen

Christ! What a delicious creature, he thought. Of all the women he'd ever fucked she was one of the most beautiful that was for sure. It was hard to tell how old she was she was so stunning… he knew that almost every man in the restaurant and nightclub desired her but now she was going to be his and not even that punk Holden was going to get her.

He had forced the long thick length of his aching cock downward as he moved in close behind her, insinuating it between the soft voluptuous globes of her beautiful ass, while his hands reached around to clutch at her firm, rotund breasts, then… he pressed her forward to the davenport, removing his robe, his massive rod cleaving the air before him like a great, frightening bowsprit.

Desiree didn't resist; she'd gone this far… already sold herself to all intents and purposes, so why fight it now? And truly whatever she had thought of this man only a short time before, for some unfathomable reason it was no longer the same inside her. Just as the touch of his gentle hands had more than converted her… it had rekindled all of the want and need she had loyally, if stupidly, struggled against within her unfulfilled, hungry body. Yet, she couldn't deny the unbelievable immoralness of her actions, either… not fighting his lustful attentions, but rather, accepting them with growing desire… even finding justification in the fact that at least he was a man, not a boy… and the sight of his huge heavy-veined cock wouldn't let her forget that.

She found herself dropping to the davenport obediently and laying back as he eased down beside her, his handsome, masculine face opposite her own and as he stretched out against her, she lay and waited for his kiss.

He kissed her, smashing his tongue between her tender lips, into her mouth and throat, his one huge hand traversing over her breast and down her side, across her belly, finally reaching the moist velvetness of her vibrant, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparse blonde pubic hair, then, searchingly discovering her already excited, erect clitoris. He tweaked it and he gasped into his mouth. He pinched it and she repeated the gasp, then he ran his fingers down through the damp, sensitive, raw flesh to the small opening of her vagina, and while he tongue-fucked into her delicious, receptively sucking mouth, he slipped his middle finger up into the moist quivering passage.

Desiree moaned uncontrollably. "Ooooooohhhhhhh… Godd!"

How long had it been since she'd known erotic happiness? She couldn't remember. But one thing was certain, she couldn't recall it ever being like this! She just couldn't…! Her whole being had seemingly come alive with a seething sexual desire. His wonderful hands were setting her right off into space! Had she ever known anything to compare? Who was this man making love to her… the devil, himself? And then, his finger was slipping smoothly in and out of her rapidly dilating passage, and a wave of new exciting sensations rippled over her flesh.

Oh… ohhhhh! I'm lost… my God! His finger is like a soothing balm inside my cunt… and I've needed it so bad… so long… I'm a bitch! That's what I am! Nothing but a slut-whore… but I don't care… I don't! Forgive me, Julia baby… forgive me, Mitch… oh God, please forgive me!

He was slithering down her body, rolling her gently onto her back, she stared at his strong, masculine body, watching the powerful muscles of his arms, shoulders and chest ripple as he half-lifted himself and spread her thighs, then crawled slowly between them, his handsome face hovering just above her moist and excited loins.

Desiree felt the large flat palms of his warm hands pressing against the softness of her inner thighs, moving them wide apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting desire for what she hoped would happen next.

"Oooooohhhhhh!" she lurched and groaned, as his hot, moist lips closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed wet, taunting kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her aroused vagina… much more gently and desirable kisses than she ever remembered her husband Hal giving her… delightful, tantalizing kisses on the closed tingling lips of her now, feverish cunt, kisses that suddenly she realized she would willingly sell her soul for… and his tongue gently parted the pubic hair and began to flick snakelike at the delicate, quivering opening.

Every muscle in her body seemed to react at the heavenly pleasurable licking of her still-closed vaginal lips, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her lovely mouth.

Dear God… don't stop… don't stop, you wonderful lover! All of my life I've waited for this… not really knowing it… and now, you've come to fulfill me with it! Oh… please don't stop… please… please! I don't care what, or who, you are… just don't stop!

Nothing else mattered; insane electric like jolts were setting her whole body aglow with tingling needle-like prickles of carnal enchantments and then, as if her limbs were being controlled by a remote brain, she felt her hands moving down over her sensuously throbbing breasts, the smoothness of her stomach, and coming teasingly to rest on either side of her cunt-lips. She could hear him breathing where she lay, and felt his hot breath against her soft pubic hair. Slowly, deliberately, she spread the fleshy, hair sprinkled flanges of her feminine aperture open to him with delicate fingers, her hands grazing the cheeks of his face as he lowered to her and drew his hot, moist tongue up through the sensitive, exposed pink flesh of her flowered cunt.

Again, Desiree gasped, moaned and twitched beneath him. He sensed the movements of her beautiful head, tossing back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out once more, its smooth flicking tip circling her quivering, rigid clitoris. He sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of her inner labia deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue continued its moral-shattering licking against the tiny nerve plexus between her magnificent legs.

Oh God! I'm lost… lost! Nothing can ever take the place of this… of him! I know it! I'm certain of it! I'll… I'll do anything he tells me! I will! I will! Oh… oh… ohh…!

She groaned throatily, sounds that were originally deep in her chest, while the hot probing tip of his tongue worked its way up and down the delectable length of her narrow damp slit, starting at the lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the elastic like rimmed opening of her now gently clasping vagina, and into the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks. She felt his hands move down to the backs of her knees that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side of him, then raise and press them up over her body so that the kneecaps touched her desire wracked breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her magnificently displayed loins to his eager mouth.

"Oh… beautiful… beautiful!" she whimpered at the lewd depravity he was subjecting her to, and at her own over-powering animalism as he flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus, reveling in the erotic sensations it brought her. Truly, dear God… truly, he had aroused all of the latent wanton bitch within her, she had ever possessed! If there had been any shame or humiliation before, it had long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding through her whole being! She was in heaven… or was it hell? So? So…? She never wanted him to stop! Never… never!

The Chief of Police could hardly believe it! Desiree had gone to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in uncontrollable ecstasy. Christ, she tasted like some delicious nectar of the Gods, themselves. In his most warped and sensual dreams, he could never have imagined anything, or anyone, so delectable. It was fantastic! And the way she was giving herself to him… without the least struggle… Shit! Every broad had a hidden hot streak that set her off once you found it… but this gorgeous creature was beyond belief! She was like some Goddamned nympho who'd suddenly been relieved of a chastity belt! She was out of her mind in sexual lust… and she was driving him even further out of his! Hell, there was no question… she was his own private piece from now on… forever, maybe! Christ! His cock ached like someone had been beating on it with a hammer, he thought, as he ground it into the cushions feeling her soft, damp pubic hair and wet cunt lips brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks, a tremendous feeling of power sweeping over him.