Austin Williams - Widespread whore

There… there! See! You have one, too. Here, see how it feels when I lick it."

Emilia applied her tongue to the almost hidden clit of Tuesday and when the contact was firmly made, Tuesday almost cried aloud.

It was such a heavenly feeling! Oh, how good it was to kiss and lick in Miss Douche's pussy. Golly, it sure was wet. Had she been pissing? No, it didn't smell like pee. It was… well, oily. That made it easy to get up inside her snatch. Oh, Miss Douche was just full of great surprises. Tuesday loved her.

They ate each other's pussies, and Tuesday worked with an ever-increasing deftness and appreciation. She was having the best time of her whole life, thanks to Emilia.

After coming once, Tuesday was slow to come again, because every time the climax approached, she was a little taken aback by the violence of her feeling, and she would unintentionally do something to change the course of things and keep her from blowing off.

But Emilia kept coming time after time, until she was fearful for her sanity. Really, she wanted to change things. She wanted to get up Tuesday's asshole and show Tuesday how to go up her own bung, but Emilia Douche had never in her whole life been so completely satisfied.

Oh, Tuesday was a lamb, a wonder of wonders! And Emilia was determined to keep the girl near her. Oh, she would work in a shit-house, eat acorns and drink creek water, but she could never allow Tuesday to get away again.

They kept eating and slurping each other's cunts until Emilia had come ten times of which she could be certain, and others, perhaps, which had been

beyond her capacity to recall. She decided that she would hold off and come once more, and that she would concentrate on Tuesday's snatch to make certain the girl ended their first session racked with the shivers of orgasm. Once a girl got used to the idea of coming, Emilia felt, she could be counted on.

Tuesday was gobbling in Emilia's cunt, and the wetness from the hole, plus the overflow from Tuesday's mouth had dipped and saturated the bed. But Tuesday didn't care. How sweet to eat Miss Douche's pussy, and how sweet it was…

Holy God! Miss Douche had stuck her finger in Tuesday's asshole!

The girl wanted to fill her lungs with the maximum amount of air they could accommodate and scream in great, pleasurable anguish. However, she was mute. No sound escaped her as she burrowed deeper into the muff, and twisted her ass about to grind the intruding finger into the most delightful spots. As that digit worked in her butthole, Tuesday was approaching orgasm under the tongue attacking her Nat She was stimulated by her own pussy-sucking, and just as she got her come, Miss Douche felt tiny fingers steal into the crack of her as, and then she came herself. They went off almost together.

"You're wonderful!" Emilia breathed. "I love you!"

"I love you, too, Miss Douche. Can I sleep naked here some more?"

"Damn, you really got told of a good one on the first round, didn't you?" Freda said as she prepared a douche to clear out the residue of sixteen loads of jizz which had been squirted into her cunt in a single night. She splashed a little water into her cunt between customers, but when the night's work was over, she really cleaned her twat out. Tuesday usually did, but her cunt was too tender now.

"Yeah, I let her eat my snatch for the rest of the summer. By fall, she was tired of me, and I was pretty tired of her. I will say it was good. She was a hell of a lot better than most of the men I've known."

"Well, you don't fuck these square idiots who pay, like, you know, not for real?"

"Fuck them for real! Good Christ. Most of 'em wouldn't know which end of a dick to stick in if I didn't show 'em. Hell, they remind me of the first sure enough cock I ever got. It was the fall after Miss Douche had got me started. Seemed like all the girls had suddenly got awful interested in guys and what they were supposed to have between their legs.

Bobo Wilder was a walking curiosity among his contemporaries at Valley View High School. His dick was eight and a half inches long-on hard, as they said-and not only did he possess this astounding piece of masculine equipment, but when it was properly stimulated, it could shoot a glob of milky white cum out the end. Not dribble-shoot! The other guys, who unashamedly worshiped Bobo did well to get a trace of dampness on their tools when they whipped them so feverishly in bed at night. Bobo was above and beyond jacking off in bed.

"Hell, what would I do with all that cum? Shit, it's enough to starch a bed sheet stiff. My old lady would shit!"

"That's right," they would echo. "She'd sure as hell shit!"

Bobo had never had a piece of pussy!

He glanced about to measure the prospects of the home stand of available cunt. There was not great promise, and yet… Hey, look at that mouse over there. Look at that Tuesday Noir! Titties bulging there, and, oh, what a pretty ass!

"I'd let her shit in my face just to see where it came from," one eager guy observed as Tuesday's butt switched by in the hall.

"Shit," Bobo said, not to be topped. "I'd eat a turd fifty miles long and drink a bucket of piss at every crossroads just to get a sniff of her pussy."

So, because another had made the observation about taking a fecal face smear, Bobo decided that Tuesday was to be the recipient of his monster cock.

Having resolved to sink his dick into Tuesday, Bobo dried up his own income.

He talked with her at lunch and when he could between classes, and then he walked her home and loitered about until her mother called her inside, and gave Bobo a distinctly unfriendly sniff as she banged the door shut. He had to remain seated on the steps for a little while to permit his tool to go down. Bobo got a hard-on every time he looked at Tuesday.

Then, the second day, after being chased away again by her mother, Bobo encountered a serious and disturbing problem. Deep in the darkness of his bedroom, his mind wandered to the wondrous roundness of Tuesday's tight ass, and as he turned this phenomenon over in his mind, his tool rose. His cock was so hard it actually ached, and he fought to keep his hands off his suffering meat.

Goddamn, he had to have relief. But he had sworn a solemn oath that he would not jack off. He would save his cum to shoot it into Tuesday's cunt. But, goddamn, he was hot! His nuts were aching.

He wanted to whip that skin back and forth, wanted to feel the head of Ails tool swell in his hand as he neared orgasm. No! I can't wait! I must! Jesus, he was going out of his mind in a lather of impatient sweat. In desperation, he rolled over on his stomach.

Aaaaah! As soon as his body was pressing his cock into the warmth and softness of the mattress, he was aflame.

To hell with what he had said! Tuesday's teasing

ass wavering in his mind, he began to hunch his tool into the mattress, wiggling his ass about on the downstroke to bury his meat as far in the goodness of the stuffing as he could. He pulled the covers into a knot between his legs so that his balls were supported and pushed upward.

Oh, it was mighty, mighty good! He was going to come. He knew it. And what about the sheet? Fuck it! It would just have to be there.

The next day, after a couple of false starts, Bobo took the bull by the horns and asked Tuesday if he could come over to see her that weekend. She was admittedly tickled pink, but at thirteen, her folks discouraged real dates. Maybe an afternoon stroll to the picture show, she suggested. He agreed, and they were both looking forward with hot pants to the mode. And, not strangely, each of them was trying to figure a way not to see the show.

"Hey, tell you what!" Bobo said when they were walking alone down the street toward the theater. "It's such a nice day, and the leaves are turning and all… uh… why don't…uh.. we..uh.."