Chapter 16

Robert slips down into the hole, a little wobbly from the effects of the poison in the vial as it does what it is supposed to do. A smile broadens as he looks over her.

In one fluid movement, Cynthia is kneeling between his parted legs, wearing the most gorgeous dress ever. Her dark hair tumbles around her face, covering one eye as she smiles up at the man. She runs her hands down his bare chest and strokes his thighs, cooing in delight at his throbbing erection. “This is all mine, Daddy,” she says, leaning forward to lick along the pulsing edge of flesh.

Robert’s head is buzzing.

She licks at him, up and down, opening her mouth around the head and gently suckling it. He moans, watching her close her eyes to savor it. Cynthia moans, releasing it from her full lips with a wet pop. “Oh, Daddy...” She smiles, immediately gripping the shaft gently with her small hands and stroking gently up and down. The girl leans in, eyes closed as she rubs his stiffness over her face. Each time the head passes over her wet, parted lips, she gives it a soft kiss or a gentle lick. Robert sucks air through his clenched teeth, winding her long dark hair around his fingers.

She looks up at him expectantly, eyes full of innocent wonder. “What do you want to do, Daddy?” she asks, her voice carrying only a hint of teasing.

Robert knows what he wants. He grabs her arm and pulls her to her feet, roughly turning her around and bending her over. Cynthia gasps and smiles, her hair in her face and her breath coming in quick puffs. She props herself up on her hands, her legs spread wide. Robert flips her pretty dress up over her ripe ass, revealing two firm cheeks beneath the simplest white cotton panties.

He pushes her panties down before tearing them free. The sound of tearing cotton is seemingly loud in the six foot hole. Robert tosses them aside only after putting them to his mouth and nose. Then he returns all his attention to the girl and her sweet, bald snatch. Unable to hold back any longer, he kisses his way up her thighs, licking as he goes. Cynthia moans. He stops, mouth poised over her eager young cunt, her folds wet and slightly open. The nub of her clit pokes free slightly, begging him to feast on it. So Robert obliges, starting by licking up and down on her sweet, wet cunt with long strokes of his voracious tongue.

Cynthia begins to buck and writhe instantly. Robert’s hands hold firm on her ass, gripping and digging into the soft flesh. His tongue licks around her hole. The man licks and laps, eyes closed and savoring her. He explores as deep as he can into her tightness. His lips clamp to her snatch and her hips buck wildly. The girl pushes back against him, needing him deeper. Robert’s face buries happily between her pale legs. She pulls at his hair, making only mewling sounds as she ride his tongue to orgasm.

Then her cunt juicily squirts onto his outstretched mouth muscle. His chin becomes soaked with sticky juices. He keeps up his attentions, licking and lapping as the girl bucks her hips, gasping at each tremor that overtakes her. Cynthia shuddering with pleasure as she slowly comes down. Her body relaxes. Her limbs unclench. Cynthia lies with her head against the edge of the box. She eventually turns around, sitting up and slips her arms around Robert’s neck, kissing him deeply. His hands roam over her, pulling at her dress. She helps him pull it off, stripping herself naked before him

“Fuck ... you’re so beautiful,” Robert says, staring down at her as she sits there, pale skin glowing in the low morning light.

Cynthia blushes prettily, cupping her smallish breasts and smiling shyly up at the man as his cock waves and bobs in her face. Her eyes flicker to it before return to his. Her fingers rub over her stiff nipples and her small hand heft her small breasts to hold them up. In response, Robert grips the base of his shaft and slides it between those perfect globes. The girl wordlessly wraps what little she has around him as best as she can, spitting on the head to ease his passage.

The man pumps hard and rough. She opens her mouth to envelop his tip every time he moves forward. Wet, sloppy and slippery sounds emanate from her teenage mouth, intermingled with the occasional happy moan or sigh. Robert’s own hands replace hers, holding her little mounds around his prick. Cynthia’s eyes are wide, burning into his. “Is your pussy all wet for me?” he asks, teasing as he strokes.

She nods.

“Do you want me to fuck it?”

She nods again.

“I bet you’re so ready for me to push this dick into your sweet, little cunt and fuck you nice and hard.”

Cynthia moans. “Take me any way you want, Daddy.”