Robert Vickers - His daughter_s keeper

When the top of her red, furry pussy mound was reached, the girl was in abject need. Her cunt demanded attention. She was a seething mass of desire and nothing less than an all out fucking would do her. She had to have that tongue – at least or go out of her mind.

Each little swirl of the tongue picked up another strand of her coppery red pubic hair. When her bush was thoroughly wet from saliva, the tongue moved just a little lower. At the front end of her pussy lips poked up her clitoris. This was the target for the tongue's attention. It licked around the base of the pea-sized organ, then worked carefully to the very tip.

The salty juice from her cunt lubricated the entire area of her snatch. The tongue reached the tip and licked it all off, only to replace her cunt oils with saliva. The girl sucked her breath in ad hard as she could and moaned it out, loud and long. Then she came.

The tongue began to drive down hard on her clit. It pushed the little mound of sensitive flesh around in circles, chasing it all over. But it never let it alone long enough for her to catch her breath. She was coming like a human machine gun. Her body arched and she tried to shove her cunt down into the face she knew had to be behind the tongue.

The ropes prevented it.

She jerked and tossed hard as the orgasms smashed into her tender young body. She would do anything for more of the tongue this time in her cunt. No around of crying out helped she was ignored. She couldn't show with her body her great need. The ropes held her too firmly. All the girl could do was lie back and wait for the tongue to grant her even more arousal, excitement and, perhaps if it was merciful, the ultimate human pleasure of orgasm.

As she drifted down torn a particularly intense come, she felt the tongue roughly stoking along one of her blue-tinged pussy lips. The tongue managed to work underneath between the outer cunt lip and the pinkly scalloped inner. The intense pleasure the teenager got from this couldn't be put into words. She would have deafened herself with her passionate screams if the velvet bag hadn't muffled her cries.

For a tense moment, Carole feared the tongue would leave her cunt as it had her leg. She waited while no sensation of tongue tip came to her aroused flesh. Then came the rush of the tongue all the way down into her cunt. The world exploded in orgasm again. She soared on the fierce winds of desire blowing through her body. And the tongue kept fucking her long after that first huge come.

The tongue touched all the spots within her cunt channel that needed attention. It was almost as if the other person could read her mind, sense her need. The tongue stroked and darted onto the most sensitive nerves in her pussy. The tongue slithered back and forth in the liquid channel until the girl got off again.

And still the tongue came after her. It drove into her pussy only to swirl around like some berserk tornado. It plunged deeper into her than she would have thought possible for a tongue attached to a human mouth. She fancied she could hear jaw muscles cracking in strain, but she didn't try too much to listen for such things.

The pleasure she was getting from that tongue demanded her complete concentration.

The tiny fires that had continually blazed in her loins now erupted into raging blazes. All her pentup lust was released by that fucking tongue. Whoever it was on the other end of the tongue, they knew how to pleasure a woman with mouth love.

The girl didn't think her joy could soar any more than it was doing. The tongue proved her wrong. It left her cunt with a wet plopping noise that was positively obscene, then worked back along her perineum. The girl wasn't familiar with the effect of a tongue dragging sensuously along that portion of her snatch. The entire distance from her cunt hole to her asshole received careful attention.

And she got off again before the tongue found her tightly clenched anus. She shivered as much from what the tongue was doing to her body as from the cooling sweat on her body. When she felt the light stab of tongue tip against her anal sphincter, she came again. This wasn't the monstrous orgasm she had experienced when the tongue had been so avidly fucking her cunt, but it was promise of even more exciting things to come.

"More," she begged, not knowing if the person frying to stick that tongue into her ass could hear or not. "I… I'll try to relax. Go on and tongue fuck my ass!"

She tried hard to relax her asshole. Finally, through supreme will and desire on her part, she managed to loosen it a little. The tongue surged all the way up into her ass when she did. She could feel soft lips touching her asscheeks. Were they covered with lipstick? She couldn't tell that. The person tongue fucking her butt might be a man or woman. She hadn't figured out any way of telling.

And it didn't much matter. Whoever was using their tongue so effectively on her body was giving her the very thing she needed most: sexual release.

That tongue wiggled a bit as it went deeper into her asshole. She felt it wet and rough against the walls of her rectum, then she sighed and settled down. She wanted to hoard the feelings of lust in her body. She wanted to build them up to the point where it wasn't possible to hang on any longer. And then she'd let tat fucking tongue push her over the brink of orgasm. She would have the biggest and best come ever.

The girl was robbed before she could achieve this worthy goal. The tongue was more dextrous than she'd thought. It managed to press into nerves hidden far up her bowels and get her off before she realized what was happening. The tongue slipped free of her ass with a lewd smucking noise. Before she could protest, the bed squeaked and bounced a little.

Again, she was alone in the room.

But she waited. Carole wasn't sure the person had left. Once before, as the tongue had worked on the soft inner thigh, it had vanished for a moment only to return even more excitingly on her belly. Then it had gone on to her cunt and cunt lips and finally the steamy depths of her pussy. Maybe it would come back, either to her asshole or her cunt.

It didn't.

Blind, bound and helpless, the girl was again left alone with only her desperate thoughts for company.

Carole was finally released from her uncomfortable position. She found that it hurt like hell to even move after Mr. Strong cut the ropes an her. She moaned and turned on her side, curled into a fetal position to reduce the agony.

"How can you do something like this to another human being?" she demanded of Mr. Strong.

"Ah, you still haven't learned to address me as master. I guess I am forced to discipline you some more!"

The words stung like angry bees at the girl's mind. She had offended Mr. Strong! She hadn't meant to. He had finally released her and for that she should have thanked him.

The words rushed from her lips. "Please, ma-master! I meant no harm! I'll be your slave. Just don't tie me up like that again."

"The deed's been done," he solemnly said. "You aren't quite trained yet so I must make sure that the next lesson in discipline I give you is even more severe than the last."

"Please, no, master! I can't take any more of that. The dark, the stifling air inside that bag – I can't stand another week of it!"

"A week? You dumb bitch. I only had you tied up for a few hours. Did it seem so long to you?"

She knew he was lying. He was twins to make her feel uncomfortable and disoriented so he could work his evil magic all the more easily on her the next time. Yet.

What if he was right? She might have only been tied up and stuffed into that velvet sack for a few hours. Her own imagination had made it seem longer, of that she was sure. But had she really stretched a few hours into an entire week? It seemed incredible.