At the Cashmere Club Ken came the closest. It was the fourth stop of the evening and he gave each nightspot the same chance, three drinks. If someone interesting didn't materialize by then he left. It was during his second one at the Cashmere Club, drink number eleven, when she walked in.
The ice cubes melted in his glass. She was alone, platinum blonde, red-lipped, large-busted, long-legged, and in need of male company. Why else would she be in such a joint? Ken waited his turn while two sawed-off jerks made abrupt passes at the female. Her chilling stare was enough to chase them both off. The woman had taste.
"Send the lady sitting alone at the table in the corner a drink on me," Ken told the bartender.
"You mean the blonde with the tits?"
Ken smiled. The bartender wasn't blind. He watched while the waitress delivered a drink to the blonde and pointed at Ken as the man who sent it. The red lips smiled, she seemed to appreciate this approach more than the stumbling jumps of the two rejected guys.
It was a crowded club with many people dancing to the too loud sounds of a three piece combo backed up by a sinful amount of amplifiers. Ken lifted his glass to the woman as a salute. She nodded, lifted her glass. That was enough, Ken slid from his bar stool and started to work his way toward her comer table.
"Hi, my name's Ken Williams," he said. "Mind if I join you?"
"Why not?" she said. "You coughed up a drink."
Ken was a little surprised by her frankness but he sat anyway. She wore a turtleneck sweater but he could tell by the pumped up masses bulging against it that her tits could take a whole weekend to lick. He was fascinated by the fullness of her red, pouting lips.
'Come here often?" he asked. Small talk, but you have to start somewhere. "No. I work nearby and thought I'd drop in and see what it's like," she said. Her eyes were mellow, wet, constantly roaming his face. It made Ken uneasy.
"Oh yeah? What kind of work do you do?"
"I'm a singer in a club like this place," she answered…
Ken was fascinated. "Really? Come here to see if they need a singer too? Maybe work both places?"
"Not very likely," she said. He loved her sultry, deep voice, it sounded sexy as hell. Ken was dying to know what those full lips would feel like wrapped around his dong.
"Have I ever heard of you?" Ken asked. "What's your name?"
She winked, a sexy, teasing wink. "You haven't beard of me. But you can call me… " She stopped talking to make it obvious she was inventing the name: "Priscilla. "
"Priscilla?"
"Yes, beautiful isn't it?"
"Sure, I guess so." She was weird, evasive, maybe a married broad who didn't want to let her name out, or one of those crazy chicks looking for any new kind of thrill. He didn't care what her angle was as long as it involved open legs.
"Why did you buy me this drink?" Priscilla asked.
"Uhhh… I see a beautiful lady and I want to let her know how much I appreciate it," he quickly said.
"Oh? Are you sure it's not to try and pick me up?" she asked with a wink.
A hooker? No, impossible, too beautiful for that, he thought to himself. "I'd love to pick you up," Ken replied.
"At least you're honest," she said. "But what if I just drink up and tell you to get lost?"
"I lose a drink," Ken said.
"What about your ego? Would it damage your delicate ego if I did that?"
Ken tried to laugh it off. "Hell, there's so little left of my ego after tonight that I wouldn't even feel it."
She grinned, a mischievous leer. "We'll see."
"What do you mean by that?"
She leaned forward so far her tits touched the table top. In a whisper she asked, "What would you do if I told you I gave the best blow-job in the whole state?"
Ken gulped. His face turned red but he did manage to reply, "I'd say, prove it."
He felt her hand resting on his knee, felt the fingers walk along the top of his thigh, swallowed and felt them slide down into his crotch as she slid closer to him. She meant it, he had stumbled onto one of those women who don't beat around the bush… unless it's the bush around the base of a stiff, hot cock.
"Where shall we go?" Ken asked.
"Right outside," she whispered in his ear with hot breath. "I can't wait to feel your cock in my mouth… oh, I want to suck up your cream and swallow it."
He took her by the hand and quickly guided her big-bosomed body out the door. As soon as they were outside he felt the hand digging back at his crotch, rubbing, working his cock into a hard lather.
"Come on, we'll get in my car," he said.
"No, right here. Right now. I can't wait," she protested.
Ken backed into a doorway and looked both ways down the well-lit street. There were several clubs on the block, all with brilliant lights and marquees, but not very many people were outside. One man strolled into the club called The Woodpecker. Their marquee said in black letters, B.B. Lane singing nightly, the best in female impersonations!
The coast was clear, Priscilla kneeled on the stoop of the doorway and started to unzip his pants. Ken's stiff cock was in pain, throbbing, pounding to have her wrap those lips around it and suck, suck, suck it like a candy stick. The fingers touched his burning flesh… female impersonator?
Ken whipped his head around and read the sign again. Singer? Female impersonator? He looked down and saw his stiff cock in the hands of a buxom blonde, his mind whirred. Finally, he asked through a dry throat, "B.B.?"
The face with parted lips, a pink tongue circling to wet and prepare them, a beautiful, soft face looked up. "Yes?"
"BB. Lane?"
"Yes?" She smiled and lowered her head.
"Aw, shit!" Ken twisted away just as B.B. tried to bring his luscious mouth around the delicious cock.
"Hey?" he cried.
"Aw, goddamit! Fuck!" Ken screamed into the night air as he stomped to his car and started the engine. As he roared by the buxom blonde he saw an arm rise, a fist, all extended middle finger.
By the time he arrived home Ken's head was swimming. The drinks made him dizzy, foggy. His watch said eleven o'clock, it was early but he was beaten, defeated. He shuffled onto the porch and dug into his pocket for the key. The television was on and he could see the glow of the living room lamp through the window. He leaned forward to regain his balance and saw a startling thing.
Betty. Sweet, innocent, fifteen-year-old Betty, the girl next door, was on the sofa facing the television. Nothing surprising about that except for the fact that her short dress which usually rode up to mid-thigh was much higher. Much, much higher, up around her waist.
He could see her limber legs pulled up onto the edge of the sofa before her, the curve of her sleek ass, a hand buried down there between those baby-fat thighs. Ken stepped back, blinked, looked again. Yep, he whispered to himself, she's jacking herself off.
Ken silently moved from the porch to the side of the house where he could get a frontal view. His angle from the side window was perfect. He could see it all as she sat in the glow of the lamp, eyes half shut, wiggling her finger inside the rosy lips of her tiny pussy.
It was a sublime cunt. Thick folds of meaty flesh sat on each side of her short slit, soft-looking, tasty rims of prime pussy. And he was right about the hair, there was some, not a lot, and it was as blonde as the hair on her head. Like a few wisps of wheat across a fresh, ready-to-harvest garden of splendid delights.
Her nimble fingers made darting, rubbing movements into the upper fringes of the pink lips, shining juice coated the heated twat, her miniscule asshole and gobs of bare white flesh from her ass sat below the center of attention. She was chewing with small bites at her own lip, half-closed eyes, obviously near a peak of pleasure.
Ken could feel his cock aching as it lifted upward in his pants, as it screamed to feel how tight and snug this fresh, brand-new gash would feel. Her yellow undies hung loosely about one ankle,.she was gasping heavily for air, the finger stroked with greater speed and intensity.
He wiped his hand across the sweat on his face and ducked down. A thousand considerations ran through his head about the innocent doll from next door but they were all driven from his mind by the overwhelming desire to give Betty a new kind of finger to find pleasure with.
Silently, Ken moved to the back door and found it unlocked. On tiptoes he moved through the kitchen and slid into the shadows behind the sofa. She was still masturbating, working the little cunt into an increasing lather. Ken quietly unbuckled his pants, removed his shoes, shirt, everything.
"Just what do you think you are doing?" he asked in a loud, accusing voice.
"Ahhh!" she screeched with fright. She jumped around on the sofa and stared back with fear-filled eyes.
He could see her trying to get her foot inside the empty leg of the undies, trying to push her short skirt down to cover her nude crotch. But Ken didn't give her a chance. "Stop moving right now!" he ordered.
Betty was an obedient girl, she always did what grown-ups told her, so she froze in position before thinking. Then she realized Mr. Williams was nude, very nude. The stiffened pole of cock stood long and high between his legs, a cock, a real, bare cock, she had never seen one before.
"Mr. Williams… uh… Mr. Williams… I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't know you were there."
Ken almost laughed. She was apologizing, her. It always amazed him why a female felt the urge to apologize in circumstances where they were clearly not at fault. He was the one who sneaked in, he was the one with the guilt but she was the one to apologize.
He walked slowly around the sofa, her eyes followed. She appeared so small, frightened, lost. "What were you doing?" he asked.
Tears were in her eyes. "Nothing… honest, I wasn't doing anything."
"Just wait until I tell your parents about this," he said. With one hand he lifted away her skirt hem and peered down at the pink, virginal twat with the sparse hair. She closed her legs and reached down to pull her panties over her searching foot.
But Ken moved faster and grabbed the satin briefs. He jerked them away as she grabbed for them. Shivers of fear tore through her shoulders as he sat next to her and smiled.
"See this?" he said pointing at his enlarged cock.
She couldn't help it. The big thing was fascinating for her, and frightening. She nodded while sucking one lip nervously into her mouth. Ken picked up her hand, the one she had been stroking herself with and moved it to his mouth. He sucked on the tasty fingers while she stared in disbelief. Then he moved the small-fingered hand down and rested it on the head of his warm cock.
"This is much better than your fingers. It can please you an awful lot more," he said.
She pulled her hand away and stood up. "I think I should be going now, Mr. Williams."
He grabbed her about the waist and pulled her down onto his lap. She tried to struggle up but in his drunken state Ken had no fear, he held her down tightly, clamped his arms about her thin body and didn't let her move.
"Mr. Williams! Please… " she begged.
But his one hand was at her skirt again, pulling it up to her narrow waist, brushing against the nudity of her hips and thighs. She started to sob, to lean forward to get up. Ken's cock was burning under her plump ass as he let her move slightly. It was enough movement to allow the cock room to spring upward and brush against the cooking moisture of her primed, still-hungry pussy.
"No, no, little girl. I'm not letting you get away until you learn your lesson. Learn what that little cunt is really meant for," he hissed.
"Please… " She tried again to lunge away but this time it was a fatal mistake. Ken thrust his hips up under her and with a powerful drive jammed the head of his cock against the dripping slit.
"Uuuuuugh!" she cried.
The pecker head hardly dented the taut skin, merely
nudged into the pliant wetness and was held firmly back. She lunged forward again and this time Ken let her go. But he didn't release his hold around her. She stumbled forward and fell, Ken was right on top of her. He could feel the soft swell of her ass against his insistent cock.
"No! Please, Mr. Williams," she moaned.
He ignored her pleas and worked his cock down into the cheeks of her ass and lower. Down deep enough to once again feel the slickness, the burning desire for fulfillment, the frightened lips of her tiny twat. With another thrust he was able to spread the lips apart and feel how tight her clinging cunt actually was. She was very small.
Her pleas turned to moans as his pecker worked with extremely short strokes at the wetness. As it muscled inside finally and felt the circling grip of newness. She was gasping, crying, breathing rapidly. He gave his cock a sturdy shove into the resilient cunt.
"Uuuuh! It hurts! Please stop!"
There was no stopping now. Ken's cock-head was wet with her snatch and had only one purpose, full penetration. He reached under her hips and jerked her up onto her knees with one pull. It served to open her up to him, leave her golden-haired cunt vulnerable to the thick head of his pounding, throbbing, dripping pecker.
He shoved again and felt the heated inside of the squirming box. It was inside the lips, stretching, blazing a pathway of pleasure for the lucky men to follow who at some future date would have the opportunity to follow the Williams Trail. Her protests came to a halt when she felt the painful enlargement of her cunt, it was much more than her finger ever was.
Ken laid his weight into the next thrust and found the going much easier. On the next digging probe he could feel the resistance 'of her hymen fall, wetness now drained from her like a broken dam, his cock was drenched, slick, slippery.
"Just relax, Betty, relax and enjoy it," he whispered.
"You shouldn't be doing this to me!" she moaned.
"Someone should, why not me?"
His hips were moving faster now, working his meat into her with slow, meaningful strokes. Her breathing was loud, extremely fast, he could see the charm of his rod was working. Her fanny trembled, she twisted and moaned. Then a shudder of delight caught her shoulders, her legs, her cunt.
The powerful tightness sent out waves of contraction all along the imbedded rod and Ken knew he was in for a good time. She dropped to her shoulders with her ass spiked in the air, the climax overwhelmed her so greatly. And while she was in this state of euphoria Ken worked his pecker deeper, deftly, explored the complete tunnel of oozing spasms.
Tremendous! The most alive twat he had ever felt. Banging at his cock-head, his shaft with insistent grabs, going crazy around him, bathing him, loving him, urging him on and on. Her white fanny shone like two light bulbs before his hips as the cock took long, slow slides in and out. Her orgasm ebbed just in time for another to begin.
"Oh… " she weakly moaned.
It was an expression of helplessness, a final sign of acceptance. His hands fumbled down to her sweater and slid under. She offered no resistance as his fingers groped up to find her large, high breasts were without a bra. The juvenile nipples were like dew drops, cool, fleshy, rubbery.
He rolled them between his sweaty fingers, pinched them into hardness and felt goose-flesh form on the foamy tits. He shoved the sweater up to her armpits, worked to move it over her head and down her limp, defeated arms. She was nude except for the skirt pushed up around the slim waist.
She had the body of a princess, firm and fresh as a sapling tree, a sprout, a collection of sweet buds without the corruption of maturity. Her ass was now pressed into him, accepting the pleasureful strokes of the older man's stabbing cock, she was quickly adapting to the ways of maturity.
Ken pulled his purple-headed cock from her cooking box and rolled her onto her back. She didn't resist, her glassy eyes stared up at him, he saw fear, pleasure, confusion and a willingness to cooperate. He lay on top of her firm-titted anatomy and once again worked his cock into the tightness.
"If my parents ever find out… " she threatened.
"They'll learn I found you playing with yourself when you should have been watching my children."
She was quiet, thinking. Finally Ken made a magnanimous offer. "I won't say a word."
She sniffed. "Me either."
His hips moved with greater speed and he pushed her thighs wider apart. "Lift up to me, twist into my cock and you'll see how wonderful this can be."
She did as he said and gasped with pain. But the pain soon turned to pleasure because she was bucking, jerking, swaying without control under him. He watched her bite her lip, inhale with a shudder, make a rolling heave of her supple body and blast into a million quakes of thrashing pleasure.
Her pointed nipples burned into him like cigarette ashes, she didn't know where to put her hands so let them drop to her side, as gasp after gasp came from her mouth. As this climax took her over Ken again withdrew and slid his body downward. He wanted to taste this twat, suck the freshness out of it, let it feel the first tongue of its career.
He folded her legs up to her chest and stared down at the pink-lipped mound of wet meat. It was beautiful, puffy, like an ice cream cone begging to be licked. His tongue washed across the lips and she trembled violently, this was obviously as great a turn-on as his cock was. He slipped his tongue inside and tasted the clean juice.
Her ass twisted up to his face, wiggled like the tail of a petted puppy. He made broad laps from bottom to top, caressing the lips, turning them beet red. Then he took a low lick with his tongue and touched her pink, taut anus. Betty's legs kicked, she groaned like he had touched her with a blazing-hot branding iron.
The tip of his tongue worked her clitoris back and forth until she started to gush again and the legs moved far apart to give his mouth complete working room. He covered the climaxing pussy with his lips and sent his tongue far inside to experience the slamming.power of her spasming pussy walls. Then he drank the quivering chalice empty of the spilling cream and lubrication, and she just kept creaming.
Keeping her legs high and far apart he mounted her again and gave his cock an almost straight-down drive into the limber hole. It stabbed completely inside with one lunging thrust and she exhaled with delight. Now she was taking some cock, lifting up to receive each and every valuable inch of stiff, pumping, hardness.
"Oh… Mr. Williams… it feels so nice… " she whispered.
"You like my cock inside you?" he asked.
She couldn't answer such a direct question.
"Tell me you do, Betty. Tell me you love the feel of my large pecker inside your little twat," he said.
"Oh… Mr. Williams… " she said with disappointment. His crudeness was destroying it for her.
But he didn't let up. "Tell me! Tell me there's nothing more wonderful than my cock. That you love the way it rubs inside your slick cunt. Tell me!"
"It's wonderful," she stammered. Her face was flushed, she was embarrassed.
"More! Tell me all of it!" he insisted.
"I love it. I love the way it feels!"
"Where?"
"Inside me."
"Inside your what?" he demanded.
"Inside my vagina… " she answered in a bare whisper.
"Your what?"
She grimaced, inhaled. "Inside my cunt!"
"That's it!" he howled. "Inside your little baby-cunt. My big man's cock pumping inside your little-girl cunt!"
"Yes! Yes!" Her hips were jerking rapidly now. She was responding to the dirty words. "Your big, hairy cock inside my little pussy feels better than anything else in the world!"
She heaved her cunt up and he drove down. The wetness had covered the few hairs of her cunt and was now dripping down her upraised belly. The shivering masses of her breasts were rolling like loose balls on her chest as she kept driving up hard and fast for more and more cock. Another racking climax started to shudder through her.
That's what Ken was waiting for. His hand slipped down to the spiked loveliness of her ass and fondled the roundness. She was shaking, kicking her legs as best she could, the climax was taking her away. His finger moved into the crack and touched her anus. Betty bolted violently up, twisted to each side, squirmed without control.
His fingertip circled the pink dot before pushing in side. Her greased fluids were puddled on the little hole, the finger slid inside so quickly she didn't realize it until he twisted it, spread her anus, worked against the muscular squeeze to keep the intruder out.
"No… please, Mr. Williams. Please don't do that!" she murmured.
Ken looked down into the sweat-coated face and smiled. "Just let me show you how wonderful… how beautiful… "
"No! It doesn't feel good!"
He jammed his finger to full depth and bent it over to keep her from expelling him, She closed her eyes tight, her mouth went wide open to scream but Ken shoved his free hand across it. All he needed was to have the kids awake, or the neighbors knocking on the door.
She bit his hand but he didn't care. What pain he felt in one hand was more than made up for by the pleasure he felt with the other one. He kept working at the restraint of her colon until it gave way with a loosening tremble, Another climax stumbled through the flawless flesh of her anatomy, she was finding out about the pleasures inside her ass.
He rolled her over onto her belly again and hoisted the hips in the air like before. His cock moved easily into her slick twat and started once again to work her back to the state of total pleasure. But this time he worked at her asshole too. It was a strong ring of pink muscle but accepted his finger inside without too much protest.
He worked it in and out with rapid strokes, fucked her in the ass with his finger until it relaxed again. The pink circle started to expand, accept, receive him willingly. Ken removed his finger and slid his thumb inside. It was larger and expanded the hole that much more.
"Uh… uh… uh…" she grunted with each driving shaft of his cock. His work inside her asshole was now forgotten, just another area of added pleasure.
Ken pumped his cock fiercely until she climaxed again. It was an exhaling blast of exhaustion, the girl was growing tired, loose, limp. That's what Ken was waiting for, break down the resistance until she can't put up too much battle for the ultimate entrance.
His cock slid free of her cunt and the lips pulled together with elasticity. He moved the tip of his cock right up the path and placed both hands on the globes of her ass. He spread the cheeks far apart and watched as the well-worked anus opened up before his pecker-head. Ken guided the cock up to the incredibly small hole and pressed into it.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she managed to cry before he covered her mouth. She could feel the stretching power of the thick shaft forcing her anus open, jamming into her like the blunt foot of an elephant, filling, tipping, pinching, constantly coming inside the walls of her ass.
Ken realized he had found the ultimate in tightness. It was like trying to shove his cock through a keyhole… but a soft keyhole, a squirming, moaning keyhole. The odors of her ripe body increased as his cock inched deeper and deeper inside the rear hole, as Betty felt like she had to go to the bathroom but realized that was impossible.
His cock drove to full depth and he listened to her painful moans. This was one female who thought of his cock as the biggest in the world! She was his, totally his. A fresh young face and body to fuck any way he wanted… and whenever he wanted. She was too young to get away, too naive to tell anyone about it, too obedient to adults to ever bring herself to making such a horrible accusation or admission. Ken knew he had it made, a prime supply of cunt right next door!
His cock was numb at first due to the drinking but now the heat and exercise had worn away all that. It felt big, powerful, about to explode and fill this jerking body up with the first real cream of its life! And in exactly the right spot too… no chance of pregnancy in her asshole.
Ken pumped with vigor and felt the pressure building inside him. This was going to be a glorious climax, it was going to be the finest shot of his life. He watched the white roundness of her rump, the bent-down curve of her back, the globes of tit squashed out beside her chest. Yes, he was going to enjoy pumping jism inside her!
It came like molten sand through his imbedded rod. Burning, screaming, howling to get out of the cock and into her jiggling ass. Betty was climaxing again, perfect timing. The were going to plaster themselves together with mutual glue, her spilling juice on him while he pumped cream into her.
Each eruption of his sperm-filled cock caused Betty to grunt and pound back. She felt the plentiful paste being hosed inside her, knew what was happening. Her asshole felt permanently violated, like it would never return to its normal shape but she no longer cared. At least it could now feel a long prong inside it, a fine use for it compared to anything else.
They clamped together with fierce pressure and Ken drained his throbbing root inside her hole. Then he eased back, relaxed, realized his back was killing him, the girl made him come through with a hell of a lot of exercise. But shit, she was worth every bit of it. A prime box, beautiful tits, an asshole which now could never refuse his cock.
She lay flat on her stomach as Ken withdrew his spent cock. It dripped of sperm and he crawled to her head and lifted it up. He sat down with his legs stretched out and placed her limp face down on his lap. The splattered, coated cock nestled against her nose and mouth.
"Suck it clean," he said firmly.
Betty didn't hesitate to slurp the loose penis up with her lips and taste the first sperm of her life. She fondled the tip between her lips, then sucked it inside. It was fun, she liked the way the little worm felt on her tongue.
When she finished Ken let her dress, then sent her exhausted, shuffling body home. He grinned after closing the door. The little cunt was his, she'd be back asking for more cock, begging him to show her the pleasures she was just beginning to learn about.
Ken yawned and went up to his own bed, he was bushed.