It was all so horrible and wonderful at the same time. She couldn't help doing, the things he suggested, couldn't stop herself. Her cunt was on fire, and her titties ached. All she could think of was cock: hot, steely man meat. Her pussy cried, Fuck me! Fuck me! Put it in! She didn't care any more about it being a sin. She didn't care any more about anything except the thing she could still taste.
She felt him climbing onto the couch, and she opened her eyes and saw the stiff prick jerking above her face. She saw his fat, hairy balls, the crack of his ass, and the wiry black stuff all over down there. She didn't understand why he was doing like that, knees wide astraddle her head, wrinkled sacs dangling, moist breath so close to the little pink sheath that burned with the need to be filled. It was a mystery until she felt his sand papery tongue between her open thighs, felt it licking her cunthole, sucking her.
"Oh! Doctor Bruce!" Her ass shot up high off the black leather. Instinctively her hands closed tight at the base of his cock. It came down, the bloated purple-red tip parting her lips once more.
"Suck it good," groaned the doctor into her cunt. His tongue coaxed her, lashing from the hole low in the warm valley between the halves of her bottom up to her vulva. He flicked the wet dart at her clit, then stuck it in. His hands cupped her cheeks, spreading the crack, opening front and rear holes for his lapping.
Drawing his prick into her face, Wendy sucked. She sucked noisily, listening to herself and thinking it did indeed sound like a little girl sucking a lolly-like Doctor Bruce said. She swirled her tongue over and around the pulsing glans, against the cute aperture. It made her dizzy, drunk as on the day Lew first did the magic things to her pussy. It wasn't the liquor, she now realized. It was cock! Stiff man meat! Dick – any dick – made her high and giddy and unable to control the little red curly wedge the doctor was tonguing.
"Ah! Ohhhh!" The shaft in her mouth began to stoke in and out. A finger twisted up her tight asshole. "Suck harder!" demanded the doctor. "I – oh, baby! Sweet cocksucking baby!"
Wendy knew how he felt. She felt it too: the electric tingle spreading through her lower abdomen, and her sex. She sucked harder, as hard as she could, spittle dripping down her chin as he fucked the stiffness faster and faster in and out of her mouth. She was somewhere in outer space, riding a shooting star into unexplored territory. Her clit strained for the gentle flicks of his tongue. The brown velvet pocket between the cheeks of her ass breathed on his dipping finger. Her hips bucked like a belly dancer's, and her white, dimpled behind was churning round and round, faster and faster. She was grinding her pussy, her sopping wet cunthole, into the doctor's whiskery face. It was making her gasp with the thrill of being a woman.
"Do it!" she cried around his cock. "Oh, please do it to me!"
Opening his mouth wide at her cunthole, the doctor blew into her belly. She thrashed, moaning and blubbering incoherently around the thing using her face. She cupped his nuts, tentatively moved her finger into the hot crack of his ass. His sphincter opened. Driving her finger into his rectum, she pumped her hips high, then higher still, reaching for the orgasm Penny Ogden had snatched away when she walked into the living room and made Lew stop fucking his wonderful, big prick up her virgin cunthole.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh!" Slamming his cock in to the hilt, mashing his balls in her face, Doctor Bruce's fingers became steel claws tearing at the tender flesh along the inside of her thighs.
Wendy gagged, unable to breathe; he was smothering her. She could feel the fat cock head in her throat, cutting off her air. She tried to push him away. Where a moment before she'd felt nothing but pleasure, she now forgot the exquisite sensations coursing through her young loins. She tried to twist out from beneath the huge, hairy bulk humping and fucking so furiously. She thought for sure his prick was going to burrow through the back of her skull. She tried to cry out, but the rod in her mouth was too big; too swollen, too hard. And as she gurgled, trying to suck in air but doing no more than draw on the slick glans, the thing started to spit. Hot goo began to spurt out into her gullet.
"Suck it! Suck it! S-Suck it all out!" He pulled back, and then drove the prick in further. He pulled back again, slipping free and pissing cum in her eyes, and up her nose. He allowed what seemed to Wendy like a tenth of a second before the monster slid again into her face.
Then she was cuming too: overwhelmed, afraid, not knowing what she felt any more. She was gulping his cream, and cooing and sobbing and laughing. Her clit, the magic thing in her tight cunthole, was singing like the strings of a sweet violin. She was lost, confused, torn between right and wrong: the pain, the pleasure, the fear. It wasn't at all like they said in the books. This was violent, uncontrollable lust: a thing which took possession of her and refused to let go.
Yet she continued to suck. Willingly! Greedily! She drank the thick, salty cream, kneading his balls and fingering his asshole. She threw her cunt up into his face and moved her hips frantically, wanting the thrill of orgasm to last forever and ever.
And it seemed to, the glorious sensations rippling through her, boiling, bubbling, quivering with sensation. She couldn't believe, with her small experience with sex, that it could really feel so wonderful. Of course, she had heard all the rumors and even read a few things about how intense an orgasm could be, but she didn't realize it could get this strong without even fucking.
She was coming right now, more with the sexual atmosphere and the taste of sex in her mouth. It was a wonderful taste, one she could never tire of, no matter how degrading the circumstances of her sexual encounters. And if her experience so far was any indication, those encounters could well prove to be very degrading.
He continued to come, and she sucked it down with wild passion, every last drop, not wanting a single bit to fall to the ground. She wanted it all!
"Oooooh, that's good," he moaned. "That's so good, baby, so very good… mmmmmmm! Yeah, you know what you're doing. For a chick of your tender years, you make out pretty fucking well. You suck that dick of mine like you've been sucking them for years and years."
She tried not to hear him, but continued on with her oral maneuvering, up and down on the stiff pole, up and down, forcing his spew up into her mouth.
"Oooohh, yeah, yeah, swallow it… swallow it all down, you dirty bitch… mmmmm! Do it! Suck my fucking cock, you beautiful cunt!"
His ranting screams were, unnecessary, in truth. She was going to suck him dry no matter what he screamed. In fact, if he had tried to push her away from his ejaculating cock at that moment he would have had a very serious fight on his hands. She was there to stay, for as long as his cock stayed hard and continued to drool that delicious metallic fluid that she was sucking in by the pint.
"Ohhhh… ohhh, too much, too much… you're fantastic, you dirty cunt… I love it. I just love it. You do things to me, sister. I don't think I should let you out of my sight, as a matter of fact. I should have you on twenty-four hour call. Never know when I might need to examine you again, hey? Have you got any objections to that, my dear?"
The cock was beginning to go soft. She raised up off of it and stared at him in exhaustion. She stuck her tongue out and licked up all the residual come that hung to her lips and chin and hung off of her nose.
"Tasted good, did it?"
"Yes… yes it did," she said sullenly, finding it impossible to deny the obvious.
CHAPTER THREE
She was different, thought Sam as he watched Wendy step from the administration building and walk toward the car. Her breasts and hips were fuller, and her ass – God! He saw only a glimpse as she turned to wave goodbye, but there was enough back there to make almost two of the one he'd watched being led from the juvenile courtroom. And there was something more, something in the way she moved that suggested the little girl, his daughter, was gone, left behind with the year she'd spent within the red brick walls.