Marc Mixer - Palace Of Lust

Then Eric was standing up. He rose to his full height. She felt his cock before she saw it. He had taken it out of his pants when he was pressed hard against her belly. It was so hard! It was throbbing so! She felt her bra unfasten and fall to the ground. She moved her legs and her panties fell around her ankles. She was nude now. Eric bent his head down and kissed her mouth. His tongue darted into her own mouth as his hand sought out her young, tender breast. It was too much! His cock; his tongue; his hand on her tit, all at the same time! Her dream come true!

The man picked up the submissive girl in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He laid the willing girl on her bed. He slipped her shoes and panties off.

Then he stripped off his own clothes. He stood next to the he'd. His proud cock sticking out straight in front of him.

"I know you've wanted to since you saw your mother sucking it."

"You did see me, then. Did you tell Mama?"

"Are you kidding, and spoil it for us? I've been waiting for you to grow up for a long time. Don't you want to touch it?" the man pressed as he stuck his cock out further for her to touch. The girl's hand reached out hesitantly. She touched the reddish skin. She didn't know whether she really wanted to touch it or not. Eric reached out and stroked her breast.

"God, I've waited a long time for these to pop out on you. They are so beautiful, it was worth the wait. Grab it, Christy. Don't be afraid," the man whispered hoarsely as he moved his prick around the inquisitive fingers.

Christy did as he asked her. So this was what a man's prick felt like? She had already experienced the sensation somehow. It wasn't like she imagined it in her fantasies. It was kind of… well… it was kind… of repulsive, she thought. She wondered how her mother could stick it in her mouth.

"Do you want to suck it, honey, just like your Mommy?" he pleaded.

"Not… yet," she stalled. "Kiss my titties, Eric."

The man jumped in bed next to the girl. His head dove into the soft mounds. His hungry mouth sought out the treasure he had been yearning for, for so many months now. The swelling nipple drove him wild. He didn't even notice the girl was not holding his prick any more. He just wanted to play with these boobs. He sucked one then the other. He ran his tongue all around the white orbs. The soft flesh was like food to a man that had been starving for many months. His tongue rolled around the pretty pink circles that surrounded the pointed nipple. Then he licked the nipple, trying to make it stand higher, harder than it already was.

His hand reached down for the gift between her legs. How he had wanted to get into this. The girl's legs stayed rigid as his finger dug its way through the swollen lips right to the precious hole itself. He wanted to be in her. He rubbed her clitoris. He rubbed the "slippery lips. She was ready, he knew. How he had longed to plunge his cock into this cunt! Now he was going to do it. The young girl's legs were beginning to spread. He kissed her throat. He stuck his tongue into her mouth. His finger slipped deeper and deeper into the opening orifice.

"My titties! My titties," she moaned.

He grabbed one with his free hand and squeezed and pulled on it while he drew the other eagerly into his wanton mouth. He could stand it no more. He pulled his weight on top of her. His cock was shooting out seminal fluid like an erupting volcano. He aimed it at the girl's writhing cunt. His aching cock head touched the lips they had longed for. The man pushed into the hole.

"NO!" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs. "I DON'T WANT TO. MOMMYI MOMMY! HELP ME!"

Christy tried beating the man on the head with her clenched fists. Her efforts were futile. The man's terrible prick kept tearing into her hole. Eric kept trying to soothe the frightened girl, convinced that once his cock had penetrated her all the way, she would enjoy being fucked.

"It's okay, baby, when it's in just a little farther, you'll love it. Remember how your mother looked when I had it in her little cuntie," the man asked, as he continued to penetrate the tiny orifice.

Eric had no way of knowing Christy didn't even know it was her step-father that was trying to push his prick into her. All she saw was her drunken uncle trying to hurt her. Her flaying arms touched something! Desperately, she grabbed the article, a longstemmed table lamp. She lifted the lamp over her head and with both hands wrapped around the stem, she brought the heavy object crashing down on Eric's head. At last the painful tearing between her legs was stopped! She tried to push the still body off hers, but the man was too big. His limp weight on her was suffocating her.

The sound of a door opening and closing gave her new hope. Mommy! Mommy was home. In a few minutes she would be up the stairs. Thank God, she was home!

"Mama! Mama!" the frightened girl yelled. She managed to push her step-father's face away enough so that she could see her mother as she walked through the door. That look on her mother's face haunted the girl the rest of her life. The shock! The contempt! The hurt! The anger!

Her mother didn't say anything. She pulled her husband's still body off of her daughter. She examined his wounds, not paying any attention to her child. Christy got painfully out of the bed and put on her bath robe. When her mother was certain Eric was all right, she finally turned to Christy.

"We will never speak of this again," she said tersely to her daughter. "You will go to your aunt's until I can make other arrangements."

That final sentence of her mother's tormented her to this day. She never asked her side of the story. She didn't even talk to her again, as the girl dressed and left the house.

Christy never saw or talked to her mother again after that fateful day.

"Hello, Miss Christy."

The voice startled the young woman. She turned and saw little Ralphie. "The door was opened, so I just walked in," the child explained. Christy thought she had locked the door when she came in.

"What are you doing here,-Ralphie?"

"You know," the boy replied, as he touched her titty.

"Now just wait a minute, young man. You can't just come over here whenever you…"

The boy interrupted her, "I want you to meet my brother. Come over here, Danny."

Christy was getting a funny feeling in her stomach. What had she gotten herself into? She knew she had to be firm. She was about to tell the boy he had gone far enough when she saw Danny.

"Danny, this is the nice lady I told you about," Ralphie explained, as he introduced his brother. "Christy, this is my brother, Danny."

Christy just looted at the boy in amazement. She had gone back in time. She knew this boy! The boy just stood there waiting for her to say something.

"I told you she was quiet," Ralphie said to fill the silence. "She talks more when she gets to know you."

I'm sorry, Danny. You just look so familiar… I once knew…"

Christy had difficulty concentrating. Her stomach felt funny and her tits were bothering her. Why the hell were they getting so hard! She tried to organize her thoughts. They came here for a reason. Yes, she knew the reason! She would have to be firm. Oh, Christ. She felt something running down her leg. How could that be?

"Would you like to play house, Christy?" the older boy asked.

"How do you play?" Christy answered in a little girl's voice.

This wasn't real. Ralphie, now Danny, were figments of her imagination. She had to see a psychiatrist first thing in the morning.

"Well, you sit down next to me on the couch," the boy instructed. Christy sat by his side.

"No. Closer," he ordered. "The children are all asleep and we're watching television."

"Little Ralphie is right here," Christy pointed out.