"Keep it up, Daddy!" she cried. "Oooo-ahhhh! Fuck your tongue up me!"
Burns' pulled his tongue out with a corkscrewing motion that drove the girl mad. When it came free of her pussy channel he scoured it all around the pink mouth, lapping up every drop of cunt juice and sweet slush. Mary's butt lifted from the couch as she shoved her pussy against his face, trying to wring every last bit of pleasure possible from her first cunt-eating.
Finally the shiny pink lips of her quim were clean. The man lifted his head and smiled. The girl whimpered with disappointment and tried to pull his mouth back to her gaping, hungry cunt.
"Don't stop, Daddy!" she begged. "Don't ever stop!"
"I've got something else for you, sweetheart," Burns murmured, sliding forward.
Mary felt his weight atop her. His breath crawled like a snake up her belly, over her heaving, still-sticky boobs.
"Yes, yes!" Mary said. "Fuck me. Fuck me now, Daddy! Fuck that big bad cock into your baby girl!"
The words drove Burns deeper into his frenzy of lust. Hunching like an inchworm he prodded with his iron-hard cock at the opening of Mary's pussy. She reached down with fingers that trembled with passion to steer the prick into her ravenous cunt.
When Mary steered the head of Burns' cock to her cuntlips, he lunged into her with all his might, burying his shaft of prick balls-deep in her brimming pussy. Mary cried out with joy and rolled her ass around the bar of cock.
Madly, Burns fucked the girl. Her feet waved in the air as he pumped in and out of her. Cunt juice and cream flew in a froth from the manic energy of his fucking. Each thrust of his rigid cock drove Mary's ass deeply into the cushions of the couch inspite of the fact she was pushing upwards with all her might, to take every inch of that marvelous prick into her aching pussy.
His mouth sought hers. His tongue tasted rich and strange from the mixture of cunt juice and sundae it had been sampling. Mary took his tongue in her mouth, wrapping hers around and around it.
The middle-aged man was too turned on to hold his orgasm back for long. He yelled around his mouthful of tongue and his hands fastened like talons on Mary's asscheeks as he came.
Mary felt the steaming jet fill her pussy. It set off yet another orgasm in her churning loins. She locked her legs around Burns' waist, forcing even more of his fountaining cock into her cunt. A velvet noose strangled the cock. It seemed to pulse up and down the length of cock, milking the creamy jism from it in great spurts. In seconds the jizz had overflowed the well of Mary's cunt and run over her asscheeks, mingling with cunt sauce, chocolate syrup, melted vanilla ice cream.
For a long time Burns continued to fuck the girl, till his exploding prick had no more jizz to give her. Then slowly the fires died down and they subsided into a warm afterglow.
At last Burns pushed himself up and away from the girl. His prick slid out with a pop. A dab of cum ran down Mary's butt.
The man sat up. "Marti, honey?" he said.
"Yes, Daddy?" Mary cooed, stretching like a cat.
"Did Daddy's little girl enjoy herself?"
"Mmmmmm-mmmmhhh! Very much," Mary said truthfully. Her ice cream sundae fuck had been the wildest experience of her short life. What a ball!
Mary heard a hissing sound. She lifted her head and opened her big green eyes, which had been screwed tightly shut in the fury of her climax.
Burns had the can of whipped cream again. He was applying the sugary foam to his own crotch this time. The length of his cock was already almost covered.
"Marti?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"It's your turn now. Lick up all the nice cream."
Mary sat up, stretched, then tilted her head down. Her pigtails fell into the mound of whipping cream. "Yes, Daddy," she purred obediently.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mary sat in a chair in her one-room apartment. The TV was turned on, but she wasn't watching it. She was waiting for her customer. Or customers, since Perry had told her to expect more than one. The girl felt nervous. She was just getting used to the apartment, but already it was beginning to feel like home. It felt as if her privacy were about to be invaded by customers coming into it. Wasn't there any refuge for her?
In her heart she knew there wasn't. She was property. A slave. Wherever she was, her nubile young ass was for hire and she had better not forget it.
She thought of Cat then, and shivered.
What was in store for her tonight? It wouldn't be realistic to expect all or even very many of her tricks to be like the one the night before.
Her ecstasy with the eccentric Mr. Burns had been unfeigned. His game with the sundaes had got her hotter than she had ever been before, and the games they'd played after that had been just as wild. Burns had the sexual vigor of a much younger man. He was also very kind to the girl, and it seemed to Mary that his kindness was sincere, not part of the odd fantasy he had hired her to act out, not a ploy to make her more cooperative sexually.
To her surprise, Mary found she was not repulsed by the man's middle-aged sexual kinks, even after the passion of the moment had faded. If anything, she felt sorry for Mr. Burns. He was so lonely, with his wife dead and his daughter gone off to school.
The buzzer sounded. Mary got up with her heart pounding. She walked to the intercom and pressed the talk button.
"Who is it?"
"Perry sent us," a voice said. It was a male voice, but it was too distorted by the intercom for Mary to tell any more than that. She pushed the button to open the door to the apartment complex.
Mary went and stood in front of the full-length minor set into one wall. These apartments must have been designed with hooking in mind, she reflected bitterly. Who else would want so much of the wall space in the tiny shoe-box apartment taken up by a mirror?
As she waited, she wondered what this trick would be like. The man said us, confirming what Perry had said to expect. It can't be too bad, she told herself. One guy will probably want to screw me while the other watches. Or maybe have me suck one off while his partner fucks me from behind. She sighed.
Just hope they don't want to fuck me up the ass, she thought. She remembered the pain of Larry's giant cock reaming her butt.
Then she thought: What's the difference? Sooner or later someone would want to butt-fuck her. And she'd have to go along with it.
For now. The idea of submitting her tender asshole to the lusts of some stranger strengthened her resolve to break free some day.
There was a knock on the door. She gave herself a hurried once over. Her gleaming blonde hair hung down her back, fastened with a clasp at the back of her neck. She wore a low-cut, clinging shirt with her magnificent boobs bare beneath. Hip-hugging double-knit slacks completed her outfit, emphasizing the ripeness of her figure.
Here goes, she told herself. She turned from the mirror and went to the door.
She was frightened. Her fingers wouldn't cooperate when she tried to undo the deadbolt. "Just a minute," she called, and then the bolt slid open.
Two people stood on the walk outside the apartment. They were not at all what the golden-haired girl had expected. One was a man, about the same age as Mr. Burns had been, but unlike Mr. Burns, this one had an unpleasant look to him. His belly was hanging over the belt of his tailored trousers and he was obviously treating his hair to keep it so black. Something about his face reminded Mary of a fat, disgusting toad.
But it was his companion that made Mary's breath catch and her eyes widen.
The other john wasn't a john at all – It was a jane, if that was what they were called. A woman, enormously tall – Mary guessed her to be at least six feet. Her long lithe body was slender, almost gaunt. Her tits were high firm cones pushing out the front of her blouse, filmy blue and transparent so the hard, pointy nipples were almost visible. She wore a long dark-blue skirt that brushed the carpet as she stalked in behind the dumpy man.