She felt his immense dick pole sliding in and out, slowly at first. John took deep, slow strokes in and out. He increased his speed. His cock was incredibly huge for the youngster. Her boy friend's cock – which she had sampled many times – was a dwarf compared to the size of John's pole.
She loved it!
She sucked hard on the man's thrusting tongue until he pulled it back, sucked her tongue into his mouth. She winced as she felt his rough biting and gnawing on her tongue. John's teeth bashed against hers, hurting her as they mashed her soft wet lips hard against her sharp teeth.
His cock hammered in and out of her sizzling, gushing twat hole. She shook and quivered madly under his pumping body.
John felt his balls grow hard and heavy. He could feel the point of no return approaching quickly. His body bounced hard atop the little girl's small young body, smearing her sweat all over her breasts and belly and face.
Jenny humped and lifted and bounced wildly under John's body. She groaned and whimpered. Her tongue ached painfully, her arms bound and aching, her ankles rubbing raw in the tight cords binding them to the corners of the bed.
Her body loved it, too.
She longed to feel his huge pumping dark ramming and raping her cunt hole forever.
John bit down hard on the little girl's tongue, so soft and smooth in his mouth. He felt his balls tighten up suddenly, and his dork rammed deep, locking into the child's squeezing cunt hole.
His body slammed her down hard onto the bed, and his dork blasted her cunt with the first burning spurts of his spunk.
Jenny cried out. She pulled her face away, tore her tongue from the man's teeth, and screamed loudly with pleasure. Jenny threw her head back as far as she could, her pretty face matted with thick strands of her soaked brown hair. She screamed and gasped, screamed and grunted, as John fucked the hell out of her tight twat hole.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhh, God! Fuck me hard! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Jenny screamed and shrieked, her body taut and shuddering violently as she felt her pulsating cunt channel filling with John's endless supply of hot come.
She filled, up quickly, and his spunk gushed and splashed out around the base of his dork, drenching his nuts, soaking her cunt hair thoroughly with each outward yank and each inward slam.
"God," John muttered against the child's hotly flushed neck. This was the best fuck he'd had in many years. His cock had never felt harder, the release never more satisfying or pleasurable.
His cock blasted the teenager's cunthole. Her cunt gushed in a second, lesser, come that shook her madly.
And finally, they both locked together tightly, clamping cunt and cock together as the last gushes of come flooded into the child's squeezing pussy channel.
Slowly they both relaxed. John's cock remained hard and long, stuck deep up the young girl's hot wet hole.
"Golly!" Jenny exclaimed. She sighed. Her hot breasts rose and fell gently in a slightly ragged rhythm as her pounding heart slowly calmed down.
John lay on top of her, his full weight crushing her small body into the mattress.
Jenny loved the feel of that weight. It was comforting. And the fact that John hadn't done such horribly painful things to her after made her relax fully.
She knew she could really learn to love this kind of treatment.
Damn right!
CHAPTER THREE
Lynn, so tall and graceful, walked out to the car, dressed in her bathrobe. Harry walked beside her, helped her into the car, then got in himself.
Lynn held the overnight case on her lap. Her cunt was still throbbing from the after-effects of their fuck. She glanced over at Harry and gave him a sexy little wink and a smile.
"Thanks, baby," Harry said, winking back. Harry felt under a ton of pressure tonight, bringing Lynn to the party affair. He wanted to impress Wellington in the worst way. He was after a vice-presidency and he knew that offering Lynn's youthful body, long and lean and ready to fuck, was his best possible way to get it.
Even a man of Wellington's world-weary tastes would think twice before rejecting such stunning perfection of form as Lynn presented.
But Harry had a basic insecurity. And he was afraid that it had been showing too much in his work lately, what with the new contracts expanding company business into non-English speaking countries.
Harry was not much for travel anyway, but to find himself trying to negotiate for best prices in Japan or India was taking its toll on him. He was becoming a nervous wreck.
He knew that office gossip was already circulating about him. He only hoped it wasn't too late to salvage his image as a great wheeler-dealer, like he'd had in the early years.
Maybe, Harry thought, if he could land a position higher up in the company – a job that would keep him here in the United States, close to home – he would cool off.
Lynn was the key.
If Lynn could be offered to Wellington, in the proper setting, Wellington was sure to take the bait. And then Harry would make the exchange: Lynn, for a vice-presidency in the local office.
He gripped the wheel and started the car. He backed out of the parking space and moved out onto the highway.
"You understand the whole picture, baby, don't you?"
Lynn sighed and nodded.
"Yes, Harry. I know what you want me to do. And you know what I want from you, in return, don't you?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. Me."
Lynn laughed and covered her mouth with one delicate hand. "You and your big cock, Harry."
Harry felt his cock lift, and stiffen a bit.
"Right on, baby," he said.
Lynn grew serious. "Listen, honey. We're in this thing together. I'll do what you tell me to. I'll do whatever this Mr. Wellington tells me to. But when you've got your nice plush job, you marry me."
Harry grinned broadly. "And then we're both set for life, babe. We'll lounge around with all the servants we can handle, and we'll fuck our fucking brains out!"
Lynn laughed lightly again, satisfied that Harry was truly her man. She would do anything for his huge cock. Harry knew more about how to fuck a woman than any ten men, Lynn thought. At least he knew how to fuck her better than any man she'd ever had.
And Lynn had had a lot of men.
She sighed and settled back for the ride to the party. Under her buttoned robe she was nearly naked. She had on a pair of panties, just for comfort, while she sat on the leather seat of the big car.
In the overnight case on her lap she had the things Harry wanted her to wear in her Lady Godiva role. It turned out that she wasn't going to be completely naked after all. Harry had some cute ideas about her act.
And Lynn felt a sharp jab of curious pleasure in the idea of actually riding atop another girl – a girl forced to walk on her hands and knees, and play the part of a lovely young pony.
Lynn was happy that it was to be her who would do the riding, and not the other way around. She couldn't exactly picture how it would work in practicality, since she was a fairly tall young woman, and the girl that Harry said would be her pony was supposed to be quite petite.
But that was not her problem.
She had prepared her mind, and she was totally ready to do whatever she had to to get Harry that high-powered job he wanted.
If she had to fuck every damn bastard at that fucking party, she'd do it.
And when they were married, she would make Harry fuck her twice for every one of them – all on her wedding night!
Lynn watched the scenery pass by. She was calm for the most part but she could feel the deep glow of warm anticipation growing stronger with each passing mile.
"We're here, babe," Harry told her at last.
Lynn was somehow pleased with the appearance of the huge old house. Harry moved the car slowly past the front entrance, letting the young woman enjoy the elegant home.