Peggy bit her lip. She forced herself to stifle the tiny mewing sounds of her lust. Sherry's well-furred pussy descended over her face. The musky nearness of it scared Peggy. She was twisting in a simmering jumble of emotions. The little girl wanted to taste the heavy flavor of the hot-scented flesh. Peggy felt it would be wrong, but so pleasurable she would burst as soon as she touched her tongue to the swampy grotto. And what if Sherry didn't want her to? Should she wait to be told?
"Kiss it," Sherry hissed softly. "Lick me, like this."
Peggy gasped as the hot, slippery flat of Sherry's tongue smeared blobs of sensation through her loins. Her head rose involuntarily from the table and she touched Sherry's cunt. Her long, fine-molded nose slithered in viscous cuntal juice. Peggy stuck out her tongue in self-defense.
Sherry's tongue mashed the child's hairless labia flat. The hard ridge of Peggy's clit sent meteors of fiery light exploding through her slender body. Peggy licked desperately at the top of Sherry's slash.
The blonde woman's clitoris was larger and thicker than Peggy's. It extended past the folds of her labia, showing the end of a new pink crayon beneath the curly cuntal thatch.
Sherry hissed and pushed downward, capturing Peggy's face in her loins. "Yes, that's it," she whispered. The blonde Lesbian sucked at the pearly button until Peggy's hips began to fight the restraints.
Peggy felt the hot flower beginning to bloom in her belly. She had never realized how quickly tenderness after terror could make her orgasm build.
It had been the first lesson Bill had taught Sherry.
Sherry released her suckhold on Peggy's clit and began lasciviously tonguing the smooth, silken skin between the button and her vagina. She teased the girl mercilessly, not quite touching either of the two flaming centers of her cuntal need.
Peggy sucked all the harder as Sherry tantalized her. She ran her sharp tongue up into the orchid-like center of the blonde's vagina, then slithered back to her clit. The twelve-year-old girl knew that Sherry would have to give her a good, strong cum if Peggy got her hot enough.
The precocious cuntlapper kept on until Sherry ground her crotch against her face. Each time Sherry tried to roll her pussy against Peggy's tongue, the woman child evaded the eager stiffness of her cut.
After trying to force Peggy to bring her off, Sherry went down on the little girl with a vengeance. She plunged her tongue into Peggy's virgin hole and sucked viciously at her cumbutton. Both pussies ground at both faces now.
The two women, one twelve, the other twenty-two, struggled to bring themselves and each other off. Peggy could have wept. She wanted to use her arms to lever her head up into Sherry's cunt. The little brunette wanted to grip Sherry's lush, tanned thighs and caress her opulent buttocks. Her neck began to cramp. Knots kinked Peggy's shoulder muscles. She was literally lifting Sherry's ass from the table.
Sherry licked and sucked Peggy's hairless cunt. She pulled the girl's pussy into her lipsticked mouth and slashed at the tender flesh with her snake-swift tongue. Air whistled through her gnawing lips. The voluptuous blonde had wanted a young virgin's pussy for years, since before her brother had deflowered her. She pushed her ass down savagely, wanting them both to suffocate in a blinding explosion of cunty insanity.
Peggy growled and gnawed at the blonde's heavy-hanging labia. Fragmented prayers for the final release of her orgasm jumbled in her brain. She pulled strands of fine, dark-blonde pubic hair out with her suctioning lips. A blast furnace roared in her crotch and the dam burst.
CHAPTER TEN
The stiff frill at the bottom of Sherry's corset scraped Peggy's tender nipples. Peggy gasped for air, throwing her head back. Sherry's juice flooded cunt bucked against the little girl's chin.
Peggy's hips jerked. Sherry's red-nailed fingers dug into Peggy's thighs. Blonde hair cascaded over Peggy's gaping loins. Sherry's bell-nippled tits mashed like firm cushions on the young girl's belly. The slender little brunette thrashed frantically under Sherry's buxom weight.
Sherry's creamy asscheeks shook with the rhythmic contractions of her orgasm. Her tanned thighs squeezed pretty Peggy's head. The sound of their husky panting filled the foil-lined room.
Peggy's exquisite features were slimed with Sherry's cuntal flood. Her high cheekbones reflected the eerie glimmer of the black-light. _he wings of her fine-molded nostrils flared with gusty breathing. The air was redolent with the sharply separate female scents.
"Very nice. In fact, inspiring." Peggy froze. The new voice chilled her to the bone. The man spoke softly, with a trace of an accent she couldn't identify. The unseen stranger clapped. His hands sounded soft and wet, like raw liver slapping onto a table.
Sherry raised her head. She lifted her busty, corseted frame off of Peggy and slipped to the floor. "Hello, Raoul. Have you been here long?" the blonde asked. Her voice trembled slightly. The quaver wasn't musical.
"Long enough to enjoy a fine performance. My compliments on your… costume."
Peggy raised her head. Raoul glanced at her, then back to Sherry. Bill and Janet both stood one step behind the stranger, just inside the door. The lights in the front room were off. Sherry moved away from the splintery table and circled around Raoul, staying as far from him as the small room allowed.
"Your name is Peggy. For Margaret?" he asked, strolling across the few feet separating him from Peggy. She nodded and Raoul smiled.
He was shorter than Bill Green, about five-six. He was clean-shaven and a little jowly. His hair was jet black and looked as if it could be dyed. His teeth were very expensive-caps in front showed yellow, clear lavender, and pinkish in the ultraviolet. He was dapper in spite of over-wide shoulders and the beginnings of a paunch. His dark suit's subtle striping was only a hint of color, even under the black-light. Raoul's full lips turned down at the corners when his smile whisked away. His hawk nose contrasted with the dissipated wrinkles under his eyes. The area around his off-black irises was murky and brownish, traced with myriad lines.
Raoul turned away, moving toward the floodlights. Peggy thought, He's going to take off his gloves! Even though he wore none. No jewels, either – his carriage conveyed wealth and a jaded power that baubles could only detract from.
The sudden glare of the photoflood dazzled Peggy. She shut her eyes, and colored spots danced on her retinas.
"Her name is Margaret-Margarethe," he lisped. The girl felt she'd been christened again. An instantaneous lance of pain seared her clit and Peggy jumped. Her mouth opened wide and her back arched, thrusting her pussy upward.
She stared at Raoul. He let the buggy whip fall from his blunt-fingered hand. "The reaction of a perfect slave. You notice how she jumps for the lash?" He loosened his necktie. "But does she have the… ah… gifts for it?"
"She is very good, Raoul," Sherry said. "She is willing, after a little pressure. I think she wants to be dominated." Next to the swarthy Raoul Sherry's strength seemed as pale as her smooth-skinned breasts.
"She is hard to get started," Bill chimed in "but the kid's a hell of a gore when you lay it on her. Never saw a chick turn on to assfucking so fast!"
Raoul silenced Bill with a heavy-lidded glance. "Lovely. Your sophistication astounds me again; Mr. Green." Raoul dropped his cravat on the floor and thumbed Peggy's labia open. "There is an acquaintance of mine in Sao Paulo…" he said. He spoke more to Peggy's vagina than to the other people in the room. "Perhaps four thousand… no, five."
"She's twelve years old and there's a lot of heat out looking for her already," Bill said. "Do you think five grand is enough? I mean, we've got that much in hard goods, not to mention the boats!"