Sheri Frick - Lust Against Her Will

Her legs straightened in the air over his back, waving back and forth, quivering with each stroke of his tremendous ramrod.

Frank shifted his angle, penetrating her more deeply than before. She let go a small explosion, half-groan, half-growl, of animal pleasure as she felt the meaty glans probe to her depths. She tried to en-circle his back again, to draw him more powerfully still into her, but with the great wedge of his prick thrust into her, she couldn't close her legs about him.

She pressed them together as much as she could, compressing, contracting on that thick reamer inside her. But instead of pumping the heavy white froth she craved from him, she only made herself more aware of the rampaging pecker rocketing in and out of her…

"I'm coming agaiiinnnnnn!" She shrieked, wriggling like an eel beneath him.

Frank just kept piling away at her, slamming his dick in and out of her as fast as he could-until he felt the boiling in his balls quickening.

He began levering his prick in a circular motion inside her, penetrating her more slowly, but to far more agitating effect. The great, velvety glans was being ground against the walls of her slit.

The feeling was exquisite, and when his cock finally corkscrewed to the depths of her chute, she came again, more intensely still.

But Frank felt the sperm rising hot and furious in him. His balls, huge and ponderous, ached to empty their abundant load into the receptive cunt of the hot girl. Again and again he drove the weapon into her, again and again felt the orgasmic clutchings of her quim, again and again her heard cries and breathless moans.

His hand again slid down to grip her firm little ass cheeks. Nickie could sense the growing tension in him and the foreknowledge made her want to feel his hot load in her all the more. She began scissoring her legs open and closed above his back, clamping and loosening the clutching on his dick like a giant hand squeezing and loosening on it-only much, much better.

She could feel the come rising through him, the spastic throbbing of his cock within her as the seed began to pump upward along the long tube running along the underside of his huge dick.

And then he began to come in her, great gushing torrents of hot jissum spattering off the walls of her little cunt, burning its way deep inside her womb. Nickie could feel every drop of it shoot home inside of her, the force of his coming rocking her.

He came and came, long after the time when her previous fuckers had been spent. He came in long sputtering jets of fuck, the huge balls emptying in to her greedily milking cunt all the great load she'd helped gather there.

Suddenly, she felt the rushing begin in her loins again, felt her hips moving as if she had no control over them and"I'm coooming agaaaaaain!" she wailed as the last-and greatest-of her orgasms shook her. She was long gone into the throes of it when, at last, she felt the spurting within her beginning to weaken.

The jerking of his cock became more irregular.

"Innh-unh-uh!" he grunted, a broken cadence in time only with his own ejaculations and the waves of ecstasy shuddering through him.

"Ohhh!" he groaned, grinding his hips against her, a last great spasm draining the final dregs of his sperm into her hot, moist slot.

At last, he sagged against her, completely emptied, consciousness fading.

Nickie put her hands against his chest and heaved. With the last of his energy, Frank rolled off her onto his back on the bed and closed his eyes, letting oblivion come.

Nickie sat up, dazed and unsure of herself, then stood beside the bed on rubbery legs. She felt a tickling wetness down the inside of her thighs from her pleasantly aching, abused cunt-and froze. Had he torn her open, deep inside?

She touched it eyes tightly shut, put her fingers to her lips. It wasn't blood, but something, salty and sickly sweet…

She gasped. It was his come! Frank's great load, overfilling her young twat and womb, was dribbling out from between her battered cunt lips.

She looked over to the door of the hallway and nodded, her head bobbing exaggeratedly in her weariness.

The door opened. Suzanne stepped in, camera in hand, and flicked out the light to be sure that its brightness didn't wake Frank too soon.

She made a circle with thumb and forefinger. The pictures would come out fine.

Stage one was complete.

The second half of the plan was about to go into operation-after Frank was confronted with prints of the photographs.

Not negatives, but prints. The negatives were the whip to make him do their bidding.

Frank hadn't been happy about the threat. In fact, he'd been unhappy about it in a pronounced way. But it stuck:

Either he helped them with their plan or the pictures would be turned over to the police by Nickie.

Frank knew he had no choice. He knew that if he didn't cooperate with them, he'd go to jail for statutory rape.

The twinges of regret Nickie felt over the deception quickly faded before her elation at his acceptance of the terms. The blackmail ring would be broken before long.

It was just after one o'clock-three hours after they'd given Frank the ultimatum-when Suzanne padded across the concrete pool apron to where Nickie lay soaking up the sun on a chaise lounge.

Suzanne let her eyes appreciate Nickie's slim, sensuous form, its chains only partially concealed beneath the outgrown swimsuit, before gently shaking her out of her light dozing nap.

"Oh, hi," Nickie said, sleepy eyes squinting against the bright sunlight. "What's up?"

"Daddy just called from his office. He told me not to make any plans this afternoon or tonight."

Nickie sat up suddenly awake. "And?"

"That means-" She paused and took a deep breath. "That means he's got a client coming over."

"Great! Is Frank going to be ready?"

"I already talked to him," Suzanne said. "He s going toil, all set"

"And so am I," Nickie declared. "What time will they be here?"

Suzanne glanced at her watch. "In about an hour."

"Wooops! We better get going." Nickie jumped to her feet and the two young lovelies hurried into the house to prepare for the second stage of their plan.

The door of the guest room opened and Nickie turned. It was Suzanne and"What are you dressed like that for?" Suzanne made a face. "This is the way some of the clients react best-to a little girl."

She wore the fluffy yellow dress, the strapped black shoes, the knee-high white socks, the yellow hair ribbon of a nine-year-old girl. With her fresh, un-madeup face, Suzanne looked about five years younger than she actually was.

"They just pulled up in the driveway," Suzanne said. "I have to go into my act now. What about you?"

Nickie smiled a strange smile and stood. She twirled before her darkhaired cousin, modeling her outfit.

She wore her sunsuit, the new one, that concealed precious little of her slinky, sinuous figure to the eyes. And it was obvious from the way her breasts and buttocks jiggled within the garment that she wore nothing beneath it.

Nickie was ready. And willing. And able.

"Okay," Suzanne said. "Here goes."

She left the room and went down the stairs to begin her part in the little scenario. As she had so many times before, she walked down the corridor leading to the den. But this time she stepped into the spy room with a different purpose.

Frank was scowling, rapidly doing something with the tripod-mounted camera. "Does Nickie know what she has to do?" Frank asked without looking up.

Suzanne stepped to a point halfway between the door and the camera. "Right here," she said, tapping the spot with her foot.

"Right," Frank said. There was a sound from the other side of the one-way mirror and then Frank said, "Here we go-that's your signal."