Unknown: Young model sluts from hell

Billie lay with his head on the girl's ivory thigh and surveyed the sleek junction of Susan's legs where her slit hid. He reached his hand to push-aside the skimpy, transparent bikini-thong she wore to make way for Steve's large truncheon. His eyes followed the flawless curves of her thighs where they met in a confluence of sensuality. A tiny rose-colored crevice lay beneath a wisp of blond fleece at the cleft at the juncture of the anxious thirteen-year-old's legs. Below that lay the orbs of her lean, round buttocks, with the almost imperceptible rosebud of her ass-opening hidden in the clean line separating the svelte ass cheeks.

"Fuck, I can feel that feeling from the X again," Lynn intoned as she bent over above Susan's face, "Can you feel that, honey?" she asked.

Susan nodded and pulled down Lynn's face to her lips. She tongue-kissed her, displaying her craving. Lynn reached her hand down the front of Susan's shirt and moved it over her little tittie mound, squeezing it sharply. Billie pulled the tank-top up and tongued the same nipple. Lynn could feel it harden as she twisted it soaked in Billie's saliva as his tongue danced on its tip. Susan could feel waves of fuck-itch radiate from her cunt throughout her scintillating body. As if she wasn't horny enough already, now she had some more that was chemically induced.

"Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good," Susan murmured.

"I really need to come," she whined as she reached down her race-horse lean body, and slid her lissom hand to her moist little slit and then insinuated itself up inside her. She plunged the thin, long digit in and out several times, moved it up to moisten her clit, then pushed the thong farther to one side. She positioned a finger on either of her tiny labia and spread them lasciviously to expose the pink meat inside. She then looked directly at Steve and said lewdly, "Come on, stud. Let's see if you can get that fuckin' hunk a salami up my horny hole."

Steve's head swam at the carnality of her expression. He couldn't believe how precocious this beautiful little vamp was.

Steve lecherously viewed his target between the little hedonistic slut's lissom legs. It was a tiny little slit only about an inch and a half long (about the length of Steve's piss-slit on his cock) with hardly any lips. It would almost be invisible except she had been fuck-playing with Billie, Lynn and her own fingers. There was only a wisp of baby fuzz at the top of it. She was too young to have pubic hair.

Steve shuffled forward, still kneeling, bent his stiff timber down and rubbed it on the little, pink slit, no other contact between them.

"Oh, fuck, owww, Christ," they both moaned simultaneously. Her cunt opened up a little where the cock's piss slit rubbed it. Steve gripped his cock and slid it up and down the little opening between her stockinged legs. She convulsively spread them till they were parallel with the cushions and pulled them even farther back, till they were open over 180 degrees. Then Susan desperately reached between their legs, grabbed the cock and started to rub it back and forth in her little groove frantically. "Fuck, you stud. I've got to come!" She now had a wild, crazed expression of the debauched in her gorgeous Asian eyes.

After several minutes of this, Steve stopped her. He then had Lynn move down, put her head on Susan's tummy and tongue her little gash from above while Susan bucked her lean ass and whimpered loudly.

"Pull it open as far as you can, baby," he said to Lynn whose long, thin tongue writhed over the slit. When the opening was moist with her saliva, he extended his arm near Susan's shoulder so he could lean over her and clearly see her dazed expression. She frantically grabbed his arm with both of hers and looked back into his eyes, her face flush with animal lust.

"Get that fucker into me before I explode," she hissed up at him. Steve centered his oversized truncheon, moved forward until he felt the moist warmth of the depraved child-slut's sex dimple and pressed hard. With the help of Lynn's saliva and cunt-spreading fingers, his cockhead stretched her elastic cunt opening to the limit and then squelched inside just below the crown of the older stud's painfully hard dick.

"Good God," he bellowed and then continued pressing. He would have simply skewered the horny girl on his pole, but he didn't want to inflict any serious damage.

After several minutes of tiny in-out movement and great patience, he had over half of his stiff dick up the little 13 year-old's perfect, hairless cunt. She was whimpering deliriously, and would occasionally try to fuck back, but much too fast. Billie had to hold her hips down so that Steve could drive his huge cock in at his own pace.

Susan's little cunt ended up being quite accommodating, taking almost 3/4's of his length when fully adjusted. Perhaps it was her long physique which allowed her to take such a big cock up between her legs. When Steve came, he had Lynn put her face down by the little cunt. After the first jet squirted into Susan's hole, he pulled out, squirted several jets into Lynn's sucking mouth, and them jammed his still squirting dick back into Susan's hole for the finish. When he pulled out, Lynn scrambled between her legs to suck the rest of the cum from the delirious thirteen year-old's tortured hole. Steve moved around to Susan's head and had her wrap her succulent lips around his well-worn cock.

On Monday morning, Steve received an urgent call from Ken Svetlana, who ran Models' Inc. for him. "Steve, I got the call from Maitlan he's ready to sign with Models' Inc.. He's narrowed it down to Tina, Susan, and Lisa, final decision will be made next week," he almost ran on out of breath. "Can you believe it? We've got it, the largest media fashion-contract there is, $37 fucking million!" Ken had been assiduously pursuing this contract for three years, as had every other agency in the world.

"Congratulations, Ken! I knew you would come through. Where do we go from here?" Steve asked. "Maitlan will send his plane on Wednesday to pick up the girls and you and me. We'll meet him at his resort in Bridgetown down in Barbados. He wants to get to know the girls a little better before he makes up his mind which one."

"Sounds good, Ken. I'll be able to get away. You work with Sherry and get the girls all ready and we'll meet up with you on Wednesday."

Early Wednesday morning, Steve's helicopter shuttle picked up the five of them at the helipad on top of the compound. They landed at JFK and then boarded Maitlan's Lear Jet. The paparazzi were out in force. Whenever three of the most-demanded models in the world, the most powerful media tycoon and Models' Inc.'s CEO were in one place, it was a sure bet that the press would be on hand.

The girls were adorable and ravishing. They had been primped, pampered, and run through their routines. They had spent several hours a day working out for months and had never looked better. They coquettishly entertained the paparazzi's questions till Steve pulled them away.

When they arrived in Bridgetown, Maitlan was there to greet them with his famous hospitality, flowered wreaths, and kind words. His shuttle stood by to ferry them to his renowned resort the Valhalla, nestled in the Carlisle Bay to the Southwest of Bridgetown. On the flight, Tina sat in the middle perch, while Maitlan sat flanked by Lisa and Susan. Maitlan, being a Spaniard, had a familiar manner anyway, but he simply snuggled each of the girls on the way, being careful to not favor one over the other. They, of course, adored him. Maitlan, in his mid-thirties, was "tall, dark and handsome", not to mention, rich, connected, built, and available, with a scintillating personality that would put anyone at ease.

Although Maitlan had a well-established reputation for chasing young girls and a wild life-style, this encouraged the Models' Inc. girls who looked forward to bedding him, not just for the modeling contract, but because they each found him irresistible.