Ned Moore - Little swimmers ecstasy

Alice stared at Bert and anger poured out of her like hot lead out of a mold. She was surprised that he couldn't feel it. Bert was standing by the bed, his legs spread, holding a towel over his shoulder.

"Well," Alice snapped. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Bert just smiled. He stood there so smug, so naked, with his cock hanging over his swollen balls that she couldn't help hating him for the fucking monster he really was. And this was the man she had trusted with her career, with her life! God, what a fucking monster he was.

"Say something," she ordered. Her will to fight was dead. "I won't tell the police," she said reassuringly. "They'll never know."

"Fucking right they won't," Bert replied. He stared back down at her and laughed cruelly. "No way, cunt. You're going to stay here and do what you're supposed to do or you know what will happen. Besides," and he chuckled as if he knew something she didn't, "you can't do anything about it." As if to prove the point, he whipped the towel off his shoulder and snapped the end against her breast.

"Yaaaa!" she shouted, surprised more than hurt. Goosebumps popped up on her naked flesh. They ran across the soft skin of her fast-reddening breast like water washing up on the beach. Alice twisted helplessly against the table. She didn't know Bert was so crazy or how long he had been planning this escapade. But she didn't want to think about him anymore. The goosebumps flowed down to her snatch and prickled as they rose on the soft mounds of pussy flesh under her pubic hair.

"Ooooo, no! Please, Bert, no!"

Even as she cried out, Alice couldn't stop the moisture that started to pump between her spread thighs from her swollen cunt. She turned instantly wet. The effect was embarrassing. With great persistence, Alice squeezed her knees together stopping the trickle of excitement that gathered in the swollen hillock of her cunt. She was wet and soppy and a strong odor rose up from the juices that oozed from her slit. She shuddered, hating herself, hating her womanhood for betraying her. Bert just laughed. His eyes beamed like spotlights as they explored her. The dark V of her crotch was tantalizing. He wanted to drag his tongue along her thigh, making her wiggle, then spear her young slit.

All the young girls went crazy under his persistent licking. The juices that flowed from their cunts was the stuff passion was made of. Once the flow started, no matter how much they protested, he knew his tongue would drive them up the wall.

Alice's eyes rolled up in her head so that she could see what Bert was doing. It made her shiver with a delicious sort of fright. But that couldn't stop her from looking. Just looking! She told herself, and she trembled violently.

Because Bert's cock stood out erect as a quarter-inch metal pipe. Never had his cock looked so big, so imposing. Her knees started buckling and the flesh quivered like Jell-o and for the first time she realized how hopeless it was to put up a fight. Bert was going to do whatever damn well pleased him.

As if by telepathy, Bert answered her by saying, "I'm glad you have recognized your position." When her eyes jumped with surprise he only smiled. Women were so stupid, he thought. As if he didn't know what was going on inside her fourteen-year-old mind. It didn't take a mind reader to understand the various conflicts going on. He pulled his fingers along the soft skin covering his cock, watching Alice's saucer-size eyes following his band all the way down to the wedge-shaped tip. "How would you like to suck it?" he asked. And when she started to answer no, that she would never do such a thing to a crummy pervert, he just laughed. "I bet you would," he answered. "I bet sucking my cock would make your cunny soft as mush." He laughed wickedly. "Soft as ice cream on a freshly tarred street!"

Alice was mad, burning mad. She wanted to reach up and take his cock in her mouth and bite it off! That's what she told herself. But as her eyes grew moist from watching Bert play with himself, she felt a deep stirring of passion rumble through her belly. A voice told her that she was fooling herself; if Bert wanted fellatio then she wasn't about to spoil it by chomping down on his tool.

That's wicked and evil of me, Alice told herself. I would do it… I would let him stuff my mouth with his cock. And I would suck him too! She wanted to deny this inner passion. She wanted to smile unashamedly and say her body did not yearn for his sex. But she couldn't, not when her cunt and asshole and her groin and her sharp-pointed pink nipples yearned for it.

"Well?" asked Bert, snapping the end of his dong with a fingernail. A wave of pain ripple through his shaft and into his perked, eager muscles. "Say it and I, will."

Alice nodded, closing her eyes as her head indicated yes, she did want him, wanted him right that instant!

"Not good enough," said Bert. He moved closer to the table, his thin, tubular sex pressed against her quivering thigh, waiting for her to react. Alice groaned wildly, her chest heaving up and down. Bert was convinced. The girl is hot, he thought, really fucking HOT!

His cock ran up her thighs like a lizard rushing under a cool stone on a hot, sunny day. He was at the end of the sofa, between her knees. He leaned forward and was coaxing his dick down the side of her leg.

"Hurry!" She had changed her mind like most women did if a man is persistent enough; she didn't refuse him. Alice wanted him between her legs right that very instant. The smooth skin of her soft, inner legs was sweaty. Her flesh gleamed in the hot artificial light. She felt the sweat trickling through the soft hair covering her pussy. Hurry!!

Bert guided his wedge-shaped dick up to her soft, furry mound and worked the head back and forth between her wet pussy lips. Her legs open like the halves of a sandwich. Only a month ago, Alice had been a virgin, now she was soft as cream cheese. His cock could slide into her fourteen-year-old cunt and stay forever and a day. "Oh, baby," he said, probing her cunt. The private journey had begun as he lifted his flickering shaft to her dripping sex well and worked in slowly, deliberately, carefully.

Her cries subsided and Alice surrendered. She loved the smooth, demanding feel of his dick surging into her. She clasped down and tried to hold him between her cunt lips, but Bert kept going in deeper and deeper. He went in and in, wiggled about with a suddenness that made her back arch with surprise and then he withdrew.

"Fuck me," she cried in desperation. "Don't play with me, fuck me!" Alice surged against his thighs and raised her hips. She felt awful without him and for a terrifying moment thought he would not come back; she had angered him, perhaps, and this was his way of getting even by exciting her pussy and then pulling out.

But that's stupid, she thought. Bert wouldn't go to that trouble just to upset me. Alice grunted like a hog and heaved her pelvis up, her head rising, twisting. Her legs spread further apart and she started a tantrum, right there, a tantrum that went no further than the first scream because Bert jumped between her legs and fed dick into her cunt hole with one jolting shot.

"Yaaaa!!" she yelled. Her constricting cunt hole closed up tight as a nut, then rised open, straining against Bert's pecker. He grunted furiously, stuffing her hole with his prick.

"You do like it!" he shouted, twisting this way and that. "Like my cock… it feels good inside your soft, gooey guts."

And it did, and she wouldn't deny it. Her whole being was concentrated on the thing sliding up the hot sleeve of her cunt. Alice was engrossed with the feeling of being split, the hot pulsating of her cunt around his surging dick that felt so wildly strange forcing its way up her twat. Strange but exciting!