Part XLII - Qualities So Questionable

On the top level of Kev Heterson’s ‘former’ residence...

She licked her dry lips, making them full and moist.

Okay...

Yes...

I ... I can do this...

... I can...

All I gotta do is ... is pull it out and--and ... just pull it out and--”Ohhh-ahhhh!”

The involuntary gasp shot from her in a tepid rush, and perched overtop the body of the much larger older man, angel-faced Lacey Robbins threw back her head and stared through unfocused eyes at the stucco ceiling of the bathroom.

Even though she had known it was coming, even though it had happened to her before--that jerk Kev!--she still wasn’t ready for it, even though she’d thought she would be.

But so distracted by what she had to do, Lacey had somehow completely forgotten the other part of her dark bargain with the lecherous visiting accountant.

But Blake Draymore, cpa, definitely had not forgotten.

Aw fuck! So good! Mmmm, yeah!

He gripped the narrow hips of the petite blonde cheerleader-slash-waitress crouched on all fours overtop his prone bode with his big meaty hands and held her firmly in place while his raised face pressed deep into her exposed sex. His splayed lips were locked over her pussy and were already churning madly, sucking and slurping, teasing them wet and open.

“Huhhh!” grunted Lacey and she dug her fingers into his thighs, her little stomach was thrusting downwards and her knees were tightly bent, ankles hooked over the balding man’s shoulders.

“Mmmm, princess, you--ommm!--taste so good!” Blake exclaimed between gnashings.

“Shiiit ... ohhh...!” groaned the girl, head lulling, eyes slowing shutting as the tremendous feeling of the older man’s mouth upon her most private and sensitive of places fought valiantly to drive her into a stupor.

But Blake pulled free of her cunny with a wet smacking sound and leaning his head to the side glared down her short length, “Hey! We had a deal. This isn’t just about you, princess! Get to it!”

“Doh ... don’t ... don’t call m-me ... princess...” Lacey muttered distractedly as she fought to regain control.

“I’ll call you Queen Shit of Tit Valley if it’ll get those sweet lips around my cock any faster.” snarled Draymore.

“F-Fuck you...”

“You know what?” his eyes flashed and his shoulders coiled and his knees prepared to heave upwards, “I think that’s just what I’m gonna do, Lacey! We had a deal and you’re breaking it! So I think I’m gonna end this crap and bend you over the toilet and hymen or no hymen, honeymoon dreams or not, I’m gonna start pounding you like--uhhhhhh!”

He had abruptly broken off because the girl had tugged back his underwear, freeing his not so impressively wide dick and throwing hesitation to the wind had dunked her head and taken the top half of it into her pert little virgin mouth.

“Uhhh ... yeah ... th-that’s it...” and with eyes rolling back in his sockets, Blake pushed his face between her splayed thighs again and returned to eating her out.

Their 69’ing had truly begun!

Down the stairs and out the back door of the house...

Amongst the milling party crowd, the cocoa-brown eyes of sixteen year old Tia Jalone suddenly flicked to the side and focused upon the familiar swagger of a male contemporary.

Bingo! There’s my target...

And she was right, for Kevin ‘Kev’ Peterson strode past her, no more then two meters away. But he didn’t even notice her, he seemed to be in his own apparently very happy world, as a devilish shit-eating grin was nearly stretched from ear-to-ear upon his stealing-candy-from-a-baby face.

Oh-hoh, he’s up to no good, and an involuntary shiver danced up-and-down Tia’s spine like the skipping finger of a vampire.

There’s no denying THAT look, she watched the fair-haired boy weave his way through the crowd and pass between the first and second heavily laden food tables. Anything that makes Kev that happy can only be bad for a fellow member of the female persuasion, that’s for darn certain. What a surprise, so I’m not the only fly struggling in Heterson’s web...

She studied his retreating back for a moment longer, index finger of her right hand absently tracing the rigid shape hidden inside the bedazzled little purse she was clutching before her gently heaving bosom, then summoned the courage and decided it was time.

Time to act!

So taking a deep breath, Tia made her apologies to the members of the circle she had been distractedly chatting with, then excusing herself due to a call of nature she broke away and turning on her high heel headed off across the jade swath of the expertly manicured lawn, the pursuit of her constant pursuer was engaged!

Come to mama, you dirty little blackmailing bastard. Time to pay the piper...

Twenty feet behind her and eighteen feet above...

Blake Draymore grunted and moaned into the rapidly moistening bubblegum-pink folds of young Lacey Robbins twat, it was his turn to be having a hard time concentrating on his assigned task as the athletic little blonde had discovered she actually LIKED what she was doing.

Mmmm, guh! she gulped and panted, how h-have I never done this b-before?! Ohhh fuck, it’s not disgusting at all, it’s f-fucking GREAT!

“Ohhh, Lacey...” Blake’s head sank backwards onto the tiles, his head was spinning, it felt so damn good, his entire cock was on liquid nuclear fire, the feel of her mouth and tongue, it was better then ANYTHING!

She paused for a second in her cocksucking, “I was wrong before. Call me princess. I like it.”

“Y-You do?” he looked up at her jutting behind lazily.

“Yeah...” she grinned as she licked her lips hungrily and gazed down at his meat pole, glistening with her spittle, “Call me princess ... daddy...”

“Uhhh...” Blake grunted in ecstacy and he thrust his hips up, pushing his desperate dong toward her waiting mouth, begging for her to wrap her bee-stung cotton-candy pink lips around it, “Yeah, that’s the shit. You’re my little princess and I’m your daddy. Come on, princess, make Daddy happy! Put that perfect mouth on Daddy’s dick and ... guuhhhh!”

Down had gone her head and in had gone his rock-hard penis, she swallowed him to the hilt and started power-sucking while her dextrous little tongue lashed up-and-down the shaft. Blake groaned and his hands slipped up her hips and cupped her bare little ass, then dug his fingers into either cheek and began massaging it to the rhythm of Lacey’s bobbing head.

“Y-You have the perfectest little ass, princess, Daddy loves it. So firm and juicy, I’d love to fuck it, yessss...”

She mumphed on his junk and he raised his head and pulled the cheeks apart, exposing the brown little starfish perched just above her now-dripping pussy lips. He swallowed hard and then spat on it, watched fascinated as the balloon knot compacted then expanded.

sixteen year old ass! That’s what I’m looking at! Fucking AMAZING!

He pushed his face in and jabbed his tongue into her bung, Lacey mewled around his dick and a shudder ran down from her shoulders to jiggle her plum shanks. Blake gripped her hips and pulled her to him like he was eating corn-on-the-cob and drove his tongue as deep as he could get it, his lips splayed wide across her virgin ass crack. He started darting his lithe tongue in-and-out of her sphincter as fast as he could make it go and the girl groaned her pleasure.

He’s f-f--fucking my butt! With--With his t-t-tongue! Uhhhhh...!

She didn’t want to stop sucking him off but her body was out of her control now, down went her tummy and up went her shoulders, pulling her dropping head with it, she separated from his pulsating cock with a slurp-SMACK! and as her head swung up and back a connection remained in the form of a thick, ropery cord of white-grey fluid, a mixture of nine-parts her saliva and one-part his precum, it hung across the gap between her up-risen face and the vibrating tip of his cock like some alien spume, it bowed in the middle under it’s own weight but miraculously stayed together, a saliverous tether between Lacey’s splayed lips and Blake’s quivering shlong.

Her eyes spun madly as she looked down at what her mouth had birthed. Uhhhh, my gawd, wh-why is the sickest thing I’ve ever s-seen also the hottest thing t-too? Ohhh, I’m in sooo much trouble, I l-like this--the sleaze, it’s the hottest! I--I want to do things! BAD things! Awful things! Things I’ve only heard rumors about, things that are--are done in porn movies! Cheap and gross ones!

F-Fuck I’m actually doing them! R-Right now! I’m barely sixteen and some old guy, probably like forty or something, is chowing d-down on my asshole l-like it’s Thanksgiving fuckin DINNER!

The saliva rope finally snapped! and splashed down across Blake’s abdomen, Lacey gulped and swallowed hard as she felt a powerful ecstacy begin to build within her rectum and bowels. She groaned loudly and pushed her ass back against Blake’s face, began flexing and working it to the rhythm of his tongue-fucking and

“F-Fuck! Guhhh...!” her eyes bulged and her body convulsed, her jaw fell open and it was rushing up through her little body and she expelled it in the form of a gagging admittance.

“I-I--ohhhh--I am s-such a SLUT! YES! A FUCKING SL-SLUT!”

And with a final gasp she slumped down onto him and lay moaning. Blake gripped her sides and gently pushed her off of him, then pulled his legs up and knelt with knees on the edge of the bath mat, the little blonde in the white blouse and apron folded over before him, face cradled in her crossed arms. She moaned softly and little shudders shook her exposed nether regions.

“Yes, Lacey, you are definitely a slut.” he stroked her ass lovingly, “I knew it the moment I laid eyes upon you down at the party and recognized the family resemblance. You’re the whore your mother always kept herself from becoming, darn her. But I’m going to get what I was denied all those years ago. I’m going to take it out of you.”

“Wh ... what...?” from the depths of her post-coital release Lacey fought to regain control of her faculties, “What ... wuh do you m-mean...?”

He gripped her hips and levered her ass into the air, “We had a deal.”

“I--I don’t understand...”

“We were supposed to 69, slut, but you didn’t hold up your end. So it’s time to suffer the penalty.”

Her eyelids fluttered, “P-Penalty?”

Blake Draymore laughed darkly, “Sorry, princess, but your honeymoon plans? They’re cancelled!”

And pulling her taut little body to him he thrust his cock forward and pushed it between the opening labial petals of her sopping wet vagina, the fat knob meeting hardly any resistance and then it was inside her!

Lacey’s eyes snapped open and the breath caught painfully in her throat, she squirmed in terror and tried to pull free of Blake, but he bent over her and grasping her shoulders held her tightly in place and began to push his cock deeper and deeper.

“N-No! W-Wait! Don’t--you CAN’T!”

“Yes I can!”

“P-Please!”

“The time for begging is over, princess!”

I have to stop him! her mind raged, I c-can’t let him do this! Not now! Not until I-I’m married--not HIM! EVER! NOOO--OHHH!

Blake’s fat cock was well inside her now and he was panting just as hard as she was as milimeter by milimeter he penetrated her tight vaginal hole, spreading the mossy insides wide and pushing deeper, deeper, deeper then her own fingers had ever dared to go during late-night masturbation.

“Sh-Shit!” Blake rasped in her right ear as he bore into her most private, forbidden place, “This is s-so fucking awesome! Uhh! This is even b-better then when I deflowered your mom. I knew it w-would be tight--but THIS! Ohhh, princess!”

“Oh please, oh please--PLEASE! Mr. D-Draymore, Please!” tears were coursing down Lacey’s cheeks for the first time since she had been eight years old as she felt the older man reach her hymen, felt the spongy organ begin to stretch, “Don’t do this t-to me! Please! Don’t pop me, sir! D-Don’t! PLEEEASE! PLEEEEEEEE--FUCK!”