"No, please, put that thing away. You'll hurt me if you fool around with it," Sharon wailed, about to roll back onto her ass and curl into her protective fetal position.
"Get that ass back up," he snapped, threatening her with the long, rounded file. Sharon blinked, stopped her rolling movement suddenly, and got her asscheeks back up.
"But…"
"Do what I tell you to!"
Sharon kept one side of her face pressed against the edge of the couch as she felt his eyes studying the round, firm swell of her ass. The girl had an attack of nerves, the spasms making her smooth white ass globes move as they tightened and relaxed.
"Uhhhhhh…" the girl moaned.
Tommy was breathing a little harder, his sweat-stained chest rising and falling while his prick stood out straight and hard. Moving behind her, he slapped her asscheeks with his free hand, telling her to move her ass up a little higher. Sharon gasped, wanting to sink out of sight, to disappear, to die rather than listen and obey him. But there was little choice. He had closed off all exits and would probably hurt her more if she defied him. Slowly, reluctantly the young teen brought her knees up a little farther, sliding her asscheeks in the air. The wet, sticky line of her cuntcrack was exposed.
"Man, oh, man, that's a good pussy, real nice."
His fingers roamed freely over her ass, the thumbs cutting into the soft, warm flesh that rounded into her asscrack. Was he going to torment her shitter again?
He was touching her with that horrible file now, rubbing the grooved, rough edges against her assflesh, making her skin pucker up into goosebumps. The girl groaned, feeling her elbows bending out, feeling her mind spinning around and around drunkenly as that cold rattail file slipped up and down, edging closer and closer to her cuntcrack. Sharon closed her fingers into two tight fists, pressing them against the dirty cushion under her. The girl wanted to cry. But she feared the slightest move would somehow cause an injury to herself.
"Uh!" she gasped.
And what was happening to her body? Oh, God, why was it reacting in this obscene, perverted way? Again, her mind flashed back to her mother. The moment Tommy moved the round file up to her pussy, she felt the tiny muscles guarding her cuntmouth tensing, relaxing, then tightening once more, making her pussy tremble. It opened and closed in uncontrollable spasms as the file's edge traced the puffed outer edges of her cuntlips. Sharon felt so vulnerable, so open to pain. She sucked in her lower lip and chewed down until she tasted blood as she twisted her face into a mask of intense concentration.
"Nice, eh, baby? Oh, shit yeah, real nice. Like doin' this to babes like you. Can't get enough of it, watchin' you bob that ass around, wantin' more," Tommy taunted.
"No, no, not true," she grunted, her head hanging low between her jutting shoulderblades while her hair curtained her shamed face.
But it was true! And the more Tommy moved that horrible instrument around, sliding it closer to her pussy once again, the more she knew it was true. And then she felt the grooved iron touching the center of her cunt! It was a shocking, chilly sensation, making her pussy muscles spasm shut on the object. Tommy laughed, telling the girl how it looked when her cunt moved around like that.
"Hungry for prickmeat, huh? Still want my cock in you? Sure you don't want this little mother reamin' out your cunt?"
Sharon cried out, her fingernails shredding the rough material beneath. Tommy rocked the file down and up, pressing the cold iron against her clit. Sharon gasped loudly once more, the pressure on her erect cum-center sending shock after shock through her spine. She arched her back, presenting her opened pussy almost eagerly to the young stud.
"Goddamned slut! And you kept tryin' to pretend you was such a fuckin' prize!"
The continual touch of that horrible file against her hot, moist flesh sent wave after wave of violent sensation coursing through the girl's veins. Slowly, Sharon became conscious of the fact that she was moving her hips from side to side like some sort of rutting beast… just as she had seen her mother do when Hank had, her roped down on her bed.
Sharon's pulse raced. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze moving up and taking in Tommy who was now kneeling behind her. She could just barely see the thick, black bush of his cock hairs at the base of his lower belly.
"Ahhhhhh…" Sharon cried out again, moving her ass around in frantic, tight circles when the young stud began moving the file back and forth in sawing movements against her clit. The searing touch was somehow mingled with the electric thrill stiffening her clit.
"Go for it, bitch!"
Sharon felt her body burst into fire. The constant rush of fluid from her fuckhole was wetting down her thighs. Oh, how she was shaming herself in front of Tommy. It was so weird, as if she didn't have any control of her young body. And he kept rubbing that awful file up and down over her cuntslit, twisting it around and around so the grooves would sand against her fluttering pussylips. And Tommy constantly made certain that the cold file was keeping in close contact with her clit. Up and down, up and down, the grooved instrument moved, stimulating her clit more and more, making her suck in air to feed her writhing body.
"No… uhhhh… oh, no, no, don't do this to me… uhhh."
Again, the girl looked at herself in the mirror, her drooping eyelids fluttering each time the raspy file ground up against her clit. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit became worse and worse. Biting her lower lip again, Sharon bobbed her ass up and down, her tits swinging like two jugs and slapping together from the violent force of her moves.
"You want prickmeat, right baby? You want this cock up your cunt?"
Sharon refused to answer. Yes, she was hungry for that fat, purple-headed cock. She wanted to have Tommy jam his prick in her hungry, dripping fuckhole. The tender tissues were still raw from his awful cherry-breaking thumb. But even that light twinge of pain and her fear couldn't blot out the tantalizing thought of having her cuntwalls stretching around his hammer-head prick. As she thought of the size of Tommy's cock, memories of Hank's shot through her mind. Yes, like father, like son. The two of them were so much alike, in attitude as well as build. If she couldn't have the father. Sharon had the son. The thought brought a weak smile to her lips. Then reality seeped in once more and she shuddered.
"Yeah, go for it, you fuckin' bitch. Come on, make it, make it with the file."
He was twisting it around faster now, sanding the rough, ribbed edges against her puffy cuntlips, then twisting it down so her clit would benefit from every move he made. Sharon was going as crazy as Tommy, rolling her hips from side to side, arching and shoving back her asscheeks at him. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her, fuck her as hard as he could.
"Man, there ain't nothin' you wouldn't stop at to get a prick in you, huh?"
"Oh no, no, no!"
Was she shouting at him, at herself? Sharon didn't know. All she thought of now was the flesh set ablaze by that awful file. Oh, yes, it was so good feeling the oily sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cuntjuice.
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhrrr! Hulihhrrrrr!" she growled.
Sharon was an animal now, a wild, rutting animal whose cunt wagged wetly in the air. Oh, yes, she wanted cock, needed it as badly as her mother had that fateful night. Feeling her asscheeks jiggling from her movements, feeling Tommy's fingers pressing against her ass, she wanted his stabbing prick, that wonderfully thick, long, dark-red cock in her!
"Bitch! You like watchin' yourself, huh?" Tommy shouted, noticing Sharon peering through her blonde hairs at the double image in the mirror.