Robert Taylor - Whipped bitch

Then he grasped his cock. Inches of it hung limply over his knuckles. He chuckled. "It's soft. She'll have to suck it hard."

"Of course," Barbara said.

Tears streamed down Janey's cheeks. She would rather take another whipping!

Barbara had forced her away and Burt came toward her, his soft meat tossing about with his stride. His body was almost hairless, though his pubic ruff was a thick, yellow mass. Handsome, yes, but those lips were somehow cruel, and so too the green glint of his eyes.

He stopped, his cockhead inches from her face.

She had never sucked one. Petey used to beg her to. She had loved playing with Petey's tool, had let him place it between her breasts, which she would squeeze in on it, loving that. But suck it?

"Come on," he grunted. "I haven't got all night to waste here."

"Yes, hurry up," Barbara added.

Janey was gagging at the thought of it. She fingered his cock. Loose skin. She tried to peel the foreskin back from the head but it was too snug.

He laughed. "The head will grow out in your mouth."

"Go ahead, darling," Barbara said. "You've been very obedient. I don't want to have to whip you again."

Janey closed her eyes and brought the boy's cockhead to her lips. She stuffed it in. Her stomach heaved. She fought it down, eyes watering, gave a quick suck.

She felt his hands seize her hair, and twist. "Go on, cunt, suck my meat!"

She did it, oh she did it, stuffed more limp cock into her mouth, gagging on it, fighting her heaving stomach. She closed her hands on the length of his prick, listing tightly.

"That's more like it," he grunted.

And then it began to stiffen, growing turgid, alive in her hands and her mouth. A change came over her. How often had she massaged Petey's limp prick, and those of other boys, and thrilled when blood surged into them and they hardened!

Like that. It was real meat now, real cock, and in her mouth the slick head began to bulge, shedding the foreskin. It was firm enough that she could set her teeth against the skin, forcing it back, get more cock-head, growing as big as a plum, into her mouth.

She was suddenly excited. She grasped his scrotum and joggled his testicles in her hand.

He gasped. "Hey, Barbara, this cunt could make a blowjob artist, you know?"

"I told you she's a hot piece. But you wouldn't listen. You still had to test."

Slowly the foreskin drew back, and Janey licked the plushy head that filled her mouth, while squeezing the shank and toying with his nuts.

"Honey baby," Barbara said. "You look as though you enjoy sucking Burt's tool."

"Yes!" she gasped out of the corner of her mouth, wondering why she had shied away from this. Oh, she hated Burt, feared him, but she had a cock and balls in her possession, completely hers to suck and jerk off, to excite. It stood out before her, the skin smooth, so terribly long, as though a foot of cock extended from her mouth.

And his nuts, she wanted to mouth them too.

But not until she was denied this fat, delicious, slippery head, which she curled her tongue around between long, hard sucks.

"Shit," Burt said. "This is so good I might just let her blow me all the way."

"You came here to fuck her," Barbara snapped.

"Yeah. You're right."

He yanked his cock out of Janey's mouth.

It stood before her face, the head angry red, the shank a long, long up curve.

She plunged to it, mouth yawning, hot now to suck it.

But Burt shoved her away.

Whimpering. Janey gazed up at the magnificent cock, jerking stiffly now as he moved, his nuts jostling about in the fine-skinned pink scrotum.

She wanted it, wanted to suck it!

He seized her arm, jerked her up and threw her onto the bed. "On your knees!" he cried. "That ass of yours, shit what a nice big ass! Squeeze up to it – man, that looks good."

Janey kept on the bed, her back to him.

"No!" Barbara cried.

Janey saw herself in the mirrors, on hands and knees, her breasts hanging, the white globes of her ass up high. In this position her hairy cunt-lips protruded. Janey knelt doggy-style waiting for a cock to be stuck up her gaping hole, a slave to the lusts of others!

"Shit what a hairy twat!" Burt chuckled. "She's got cunt hair as long as my fucking fingers. That's some nest."

"Well, I like it," Barbara said.

"Oh, it will turn on plenty of 'em. But I like a shaved cunt. Barbara, how about I poke her a couple and then fuck you?"

"Up your ass!" the girl snarled. "Go on, get to it, you prick!"

Burt ran his hands over Janey's ass globes. "Go finger fuck yourself, Barbara. Christ, this cunt has her lips hanging wide open and dribbling drool down her leg. You must've been eating her, Barbara."

"You turd, you know I don't lap pussy."

"Well, let's see how her hole feels."

He fisted his cock, and as Janey watched in the mirror, holding her breath, he steered it in between those hairy lips and pressed the mouth of her cunt.

"Snug," he muttered. "Christ, you'd think you could put your fist in, the way her cunt looks."

"She has a lovely cunt, Mrs. Claymore said."

Janey, hearing them discuss her as though she were an animal, felt tears well in her eyes. How foolish she had been to run away from home! And yet she had known some moments of bliss here, safe between Barbara's legs, nuzzling her sweet pussy, protected. And Barbara had said she wanted it every night.

Now the cockhead was lodged in the mouth of her cunt. He lubricated it, cranking his cock around, and it did stimulate her.

When he pushed onward she began fluttering inside, eager for more penetration.

How can I be so debased, she thought, that I want this evil boy's cock inside me?

Yet she did. She was squirming, and now backing to it! Forcing herself backward, impaling herself on the unbelievable length of man meat!

Burt seized her hips, gave a grunt and shoved brutally.

Janey cried out. Hurt! A foot of cock had plunged up her fuckhole, filling her, stretching her. She tried to pull away but he held her in an iron grip. And then, oh God, the worst shame of all, her vaginal muscle, clutching the bony shank, and pulled, milking it!

"Hey, she's got a snapper!" he laughed. "Shit, Barbara, what a cunt I'm stuck into, pulls like a calf sucking a tit!"

Janey, blushing with shame, saw her mirror self begin moving, rocking back and forth on that long, horny prick.

Yes, she was shoving back, impaling herself on his cock, gasping with excitement as she eased off, then hurrying back, ramming, flattening her ass-cheeks against his belly.

"Janey cunt, you like that cock, huh?"

She gritted her teeth. In the mirror she saw her breasts swinging as she rocked back and forth. And the heat inside, the quirks and pulls, the seething, scorching feel of her cunt sucking that awesome tool!

Then she glimpsed Barbara's face.

The girl's eyes had narrowed and darkened with lust. She was licking her lips. She had a hand between her legs and was squeezing her shaven pussy.

"Burt, maybe I changed my mind. It makes me so horny watching you fuck her. Look, you've done enough. You can tell Mrs. Claymore she has a terrific cunt."

"I gave you your chance," he said.

"Come on, you said you'd rather fuck a shaven pussy. Burt, quit it and give me some meat!"

Janey, ramming back at him, felt it all boil up and begin to spit and surge, out of control, her cunt and clit at the same time pulsing on a single hot wave. The wave flew up and engulfed her titties, the caps bulging out dark red, the nipples appearing long enough to rake the bed. The flush of orgasm burned her face and seeped down to her violently-lurching breasts.

"My cum!" she moaned.

"Shit, she's gushing all over me!"