Marc Mixer - Palace Of Lust

When her mother and step-father started laughing, Christy decided it was time for her to slip away. She pulled her hand out of her hole and stopped playing with her titty. She descended the stairs. She walked out of the house, put her shoes back on and walked around the block a couple of times. When she thought it was about time, she returned to the house. Christy remembered so well how her stomach felt as she made a big thing of opening the door. She went into the kitchen and made a lot of noise as she fixed herself something to eat. Her mother came down and joined her after a while. Something about the way Eric looked when he came into the kitchen made her wonder if he knew.

That night in her room, she tossed restlessly, recalling the vivid sex scenes she had just witnessed. She wanted to go to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, she could see that big shaft going in and out of her mother's hungry mouth. Christy's cunt ached so.

She tried to soothe it with her hand, but she wanted more in there. A candle sat on her dresser top. Christy thought how much like Eric's cock it looked.

She took the candle in her hand. She touched it with her tongue. Then she stuck it in her mouth just as she had seen her mother do. It just wasn't interesting. When she put it between her legs, though, the candle became very exciting! It thrilled her as she rubbed the stiff object around the opening of her orifice. She glided the candle a little deeper into the hole. It felt just wonderful. She shoved it in deeper. Now she could understand the joy of fucking! Her idle hand sought the tit she had grown to enjoy touching so much. All her friends told her that if you played with your boobies a lot, they would get to be really big. She played with her stiffening nipple as she began to rub the candle in and almost out of her young pussy. The friction was so thrilling. It was so exciting. It just felt so… so… so damn fucking good! She wished it was Eric's prick. She wished she had Erie here now. She wanted to kiss his peter. She wanted to taste his come. Her hips were bucking now. Her legs were quivering as she felt the first flow of her orgasm.

"Eric, I want your cock. Ohhh, Eric, Ohhh, Daddy, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Ohh please… ohhh, OOHHH oooh… OOOHHH. IIII'MMMMM CCOOOMING."

Christy never slept better than she did that night. In that instant when she mentally fucked her step-father's cock, she became a woman.

Nothing was ever the same in the house again after that night. Eric had a funny smile on his face every time she was alone with him. Her mother became very cold to her. All Christy could think about was whether or not Eric had seen her that night. If he did, had he said something to her mother?

Christy tore herself away from her memories. Things had to be done. The past was gone. There's no way to go back and undo what has already happened. She went to the kitchen and started putting away the groceries. The post card tormented her. How could she expect Stephanie to be any more understanding than her own mother? If she told her about her child-fixation, she'd be out on the streets. She'd probably wind up hustling anyway. With Pasha, at least she'd have… Who was she kidding? It would be the same thing no matter what. Every big cock in his clientele would want to stick his cock in the cunt it could hurt the most! Why couldn't she be like Stephanie?

The girl's mind plunged into the past again. It was raining. She had been coming home from school and a sudden shower caught her. She had been dressed for a summer day. A white tee shirt with some funny picture on the front and a brief pair of blue shorts, and darker blue gym shoes finished her outfit. She had been playing tennis and having a lot of trouble. Her breasts had outgrown her bra and her tits kept jumping out of its tiny cups. Quite a few of the young boys had come over to watch the game. She knew why they were watching and it embarrassed her, but it also was kind of exciting attracting all that attention. The girl she was playing got mad at her for some reason and that ended the game. A couple of guys teased her, but no one really tried anything. She was almost home when it started raining. By the time she got in the house, she was drenched.

She remembered entering the house and flipping the light on to see better, and then seeing her reflection in the hallway mirror. She looked naked. Her clothes clung to her they were so wet. Her nipples were above her bra line and clearly out-lined. They were cold so the points stuck straight out. Even the round circle that encompassed the nipple was clearly defined. She knew her shorts had grown tight around the hips even though they had stayed loose around the waist, but she had never realized how clearly you could see the outline of her woman's triangle. When they were wet like this you could see the split!

She rushed upstairs to the bathroom to dry off. She opened the door and rushed in. She was shocked when she saw Eric's back. She thought he would still be at work. He was standing over the John peeing. Eric turned around to see what was happening.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Eric," she apologized. Eric turned around, still holding his prick in his hand.

"Christy!" he said, surprised, "you're soaking wet!" He turned around with his cock perfectly exposed to her. She couldn't help seeing the large organ. He hurriedly tucked the flaccid organ back into his pants. She realized later he hadn't bothered to zip his fly up. He grabbed a heavy bath towel and started to dry the girl.

"Your clothes are drenched, baby. Let me help you slip out of these wet things," he said to her as he pulled her sweater over her head. It seemed so natural to do as he asked. She had always listened to him in the past, and besides, she was still mesmerized by the thought of his prick. She didn't even realize her shorts had been removed. She just felt the towel rubbing her brusquely. She never knew at quite what moment it happened, but through the brisk rubbing of her back, she became aware that one of Eric's hands was holding her breast. She didn't know if it was by accident, or if he knew what he was doing. She knew she should say something, but if it wasn't intended she would embarrass him. The hand slid down her smooth stomach, as Eric rubbed the back of her legs. When his hand touched her mound, she realized it wasn't by accident. Eric was on his knees at her side. He stopped rubbing the towel. He looked up at her eyes. He was breathing heavily. Christy didn't know what to do. The man turned her so that she was standing directly in front of him. He just looked at her body. It was the first time a man had ever looked at her like that.

He reached up and touched her panties. His fingers felt like they were red hot. When he started to pull them down, she grabbed his hands.

"No, you mustn't," she whispered in a voice she didn't recognize as her own. He looked up into her eyes for a second. She had never seen such longing in a man's eyes before. He pulled her close to him, digging his face into her belly. His chin rubbed against her cunt. She wanted to stop him, but she didn't know what to do. His chin was rubbing her clitty. It was wrong, she kept telling herself, but it felt so good. Finally, she pulled herself away. As she did so, her panties slid down her legs because Eric had the elastic band at the top in his hands. The sight of her nude cunt with its blond fuzzy hair gave the man new encouragment as once more he buried his head in her crotch.

A new sensation coursed through the young girl's body as the man's wet tongue touched her flesh. She stood there frozen as his tongue sought out the mysteries of her mound. She could feel it digging into her cuntal lips. Her slit had become so moist she was dripping. The man's eager tongue lapped up all her juices. She wanted to stroke his hair. She wanted to stroke his cock. His big manly cock! She wanted him to reach up and suck her titties. She knew it was wrong. All wrong. She had to get away!