She lifted her ass off the bed and swirled her cunny on the spearing staff as orgasm thundered out to her nerve ends. "Wwaaahhh! Wwwaaahhh!"
Allan stroked his dick twice, then held his jerking shaft tightly as white cream spurted from the tip. "Ungh! Ungh! Aaaggghhh!"
Sharon shuddered and sank back to the bed. Her feet slipped off Allan's shoulders and fell with a thump on the floor. She was still clutching her heaving tits, gasping opened-mouthed for breath.
Allan was also sucking in air as he slowly got to his feet and pulled the wet dildo from the girl's twat. He dropped it on the floor and sat down on the bed next to her, heaving a sigh.
"Allan?" Sharon asked weakly. "Is that all? Do we have to do any more?"
He didn't reply for several moments until he caught his breath. "I don't know, honey. Do you want to do any more?"
Sharon sat up. "Would you really show those pictures to my mom?"
"I don't have much choice, honey," he replied quietly. "I haven't worked for a while, you know. We're taking these pictures to make money. I can't let the family starve, and I need another girl." He shook his head sadly. "It's just one of those things."
Sharon swallowed hard. "You wouldn't… put your thing in me, would you? I mean, like, you wouldn't fuck me or anything?"
He looked at her sympathetically. "No, kid. Not unless you wanted me to." He hesitated. "Would you mind very much putting your mouth on my cock?"
"I don't know." She glanced down at his still-hard tool. A drop of cum was oozing from the slit in the end of the monstrous shaft. "I guess I could if you promise not to shoot off in my mouth."
"I wouldn't, dear," he assured her. "It's just that I need a few pictures like that. You want to do it now?"
She shivered, her eyes still fastened on his throbbing tool. "I… I guess so."
"Thanks, Sharon. Just wait a minute."
He got up quickly and went to the bathroom to wash his cock off. When he returned, he set up the second camera. "This one's automatic. It'll take the pictures by itself."
Sharon nodded, not understanding what he was talking about. Her main concern was whether she could actually take his big prick in her mouth. What if I get sick? she thought. What if I don't like the taste of it? Oh, Jeez, what a mess!
"Okay. Everything's all set." He walked over to her. "Now just kneel down in front of me there and put your mouth over it. You don't have to suck it or anything."
"Okay."
She got down on her knees and put her face directly in front of his throbbing prick. Up close it seemed even bigger. She swallowed hard, glanced up at him, then opened her jaws and slipped her lips over the end. It was as big as the dildo, but it was hot. When her tongue touched it, it tasted a little salty. But it wasn't bad. She forced herself to relax and let the big cock soak in her mouth.
"That's great, baby!" Allan gasped. "Just great! Now hold it! The camera's going!"
His manly aroma filled her nostrils. She was looking straight ahead at his hairy pelvis. Almost unconsciously she began applying sucking pressure to the swollen head. To her surprise, it felt good to have the hot prick in her mouth. Very slowly, she began swishing her tongue over the salty tip, savoring the flavor of it. Her cunt was twitching. She felt moisture in the folds of her gash.
"Uuummm!"
"Honey!" he groaned. "You don't have to suck it! Don't do that! You don't have to!"
She was getting hot and couldn't help herself. The big shaft in her mouth was exciting. The fake thing hadn't done anything for her. But a real fiery cock was something else. Her cheeks puckered and she began sliding her lips back and forth on the delicious dick, wetting it with her saliva.
"Uuummm! Uuunnnfff!"
"Sharon!" he groaned, placing his hands on top of her head. "Don't, baby! The camera will be through in a minute! Don't suck me! I can't hold it back!"
"Uuummm! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Sharon was on fire! Her uterus was contracting and pussy milk was flowing heavily into her cuntal canyon. She barely heard Allan's voice. She began mouthing his cock with a passion, sucking and slurping wetly on the tasty pole.
"Uuummm! Uuunnnggghhh!"
"Aaarrrggghhh! Oh, God, honey! Don't! Aaaggghhh! Jesus! Baby! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! I can't hold it!" He was shivering and twitching. "Baby! Please! Stop! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Don't, kid! Don't!"
Sharon couldn't believe it! She was coming! Without anything touching her cunt! She felt the orgasm building in her twat. Her ears were ringing as the delightful spasms in her pussy quickened.
"Uuummm! Uuunnnfff!"
"Sharon! Ungh! Ungh! Gggnnnuuufffhhh!" Allan's muscular body stiffened as his boiling sperm shot into her mouth.
Sharon knew it was coming, but she didn't care. She felt Allan's shaft swell between her lips and started swallowing even before the hot liquid spurted against her tonsils and the back of her throat. It was going to be delicious, and she wanted every bit of it. "Uuummm! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Even as she gulped Allan's sperm, her youthful body trembled and shook with climax. The explosion in her cunt was draining her, but at the same time Allan's cum was giving her new life. She wished she could hold on to the exhilarating feeling forever. Before her tremors had stopped, Allan withdrew his throbbing pole from her mouth and stepped away.
"God, baby!" he gasped. "You didn't have to do that! I'm sorry, kid! I just couldn't hold it!"
Sharon took a deep, shaky breath and wiped her cum-flecked lips with the back of her hand. "That's all right, Allan. I don't know what came over me. I've never done anything like that before in my life."
The man seemed to be unusually embarrassed as he stepped over to the camera and began working with it. "Why don't you put your things on now, honey? You'd better be getting upstairs."
"I suppose so." She got to her feet slowly, feeling weak and spent. Crossing to the dresser, she began slipping on her night clothes. The pictures she had stolen still lay there, and she didn't bother to touch them. There wasn't any point now.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Allan asked as he picked up the robe he had thrown on the dresser. "Are you feeling okay?"
She couldn't look at him after what she had done, and kept her head bowed. "I'm all right, Allan. Don't worry."
"Do, ah, do you want to do it again tomorrow?"
"I… I suppose so. I really don't have much choice, do I?"
He ignored her question. "We can make it tomorrow afternoon. Ruth's going to take the kids shopping for new clothes." He hesitated. "I don't think we ought to tell Ruth anything about this yet. Let's keep it between ourselves for a while, huh?"
"Anything you say." Sharon opened the red door. "I'll see you in the morning. 'Night."
As she trudged up the stairs and into Patty's room, Sharon felt very alone. There was no one she could tell about what had happened. No one at all. Even Barb wouldn't understand her letting a dog stick his thing in her cunt. Or sucking a man's cock. And the worst of it was, her miseries had just begun.
When she climbed under the covers, her eyes were wet with tears. It was hard to believe that only a few hours before she had left her comfortable place and ridden through the sunshine into this hell hole of sex. It seemed like a long time ago. She buried her face in the pillow and cried herself to sleep.
At the breakfast table the next morning everyone was bright and cheerful. Patty was feeling better, bright-eyed and sassy, and Allan acted as though nothing had happened the night before. Sharon was the only quiet one. Her stomach was churning so badly she found it difficult to eat. When they were through she helped Patty and her mother clear the table.
"We have a few things to do this morning, Sharon," Ruth said as they stacked the dishes by the sink. "Do you have anything you want to do?"
"No, not really." She knew where they were going and what they were going to do. "Why don't you go ahead? I'll take care of the dishes. There aren't that many."