Young Sharon Pettibone took to licking at the slave's big thick hard penis muscle. She worked her tongue up and down on it. When the slave man started to use his hands on the woman, she told him, "No, I'll do all the rubbing. You just lay there." She put his hands away from her body.
She then went back to licking his organ. She kissed the muscular head of it, the hot red tip, and she worked her tongue up and down the thickening shaft. She kissed his balls, too. Finally, with her hands cupped around his buns, she pulled his groin up into her face and filled her mouth with his penis meat. She stroked up and down with her sucking lips giving him quite a nice feel. "I like that," commented the slave man, but Sharon told him to be quiet.
She next went sliding up along his chest. She kissed off his manly nipples while rubbing her leg against his penis, down below. She worked her supple skin up between his two legs and rubbed at his loins. She used the top of her thigh to rub against his penis until it was as stiff and thick as it could possibly be. "Now," she said, "I want you to use that exciting sex muscle of yours on my body. I want you to go sliding that thing into my pussy and making me cum. Nothing short of orgasm will do. If you don't make me have a climax, you will die under the sharp silver blade of the throne. Do you understand, slave man?" She smiled jeeringly and gave him access to her deep gash.
"Alright," said the slave. He felt up her legs and pushed his organ into the furry blind. He gave her all of his mushroom head and more. Her curly bush accepted that large meat, took it all on. Into the slick wet breach went his joint. He filled her up good. He gave her more cock meat than she would ever need. He rode her for an hour and she panted and huffed and puffed with ecstasy in every breath. There was no stopping either one of them. For the slave a successful fuck meant life, liberty, freedom and the pursuit of happiness. For the woman a good one meant orgasm, ecstasy.
"You're getting good and hot," she told him after five hundred strokes. "It's going to work. You can make me cum and save your neck." She wrapped her fingers around his two ass cheeks and pulled him in deep. She aimed her twat at his rocket flesh missile and took him on at the angle she knew would be best for both of them. His shooting flesh filled her with jism at just the right moment. She came and long interior smooth muscle contracted in series around his joint. She tugged out every drop of cum that he had to give her. "Oh, God," she moaned, "I love it. I love the way you fuck! It's good. I'm cuming! Oh, yes, God, I'm cuming…" She juiced all over his thick penis meat until her insides had turned into a clit juice swimming pool. When it was all over he pulled his meat out and thought happily to himself that he was no longer a slave man – he was a free man!
But just then the queen, Sharon Pettibone, finished off her fantasy: "Off with his head!" she ordered. "And bring me the next one!" She spread her comely loins and laughed mercilessly. She didn't stick around, either, to see the expression of betrayal on her slave's face. That would have been too much for even a teenager to handle.
She was back in reality, in the darkness of her bedroom, fisting the dildo in and out of her yet to climax cunt. She was waiting for that final stab which would send her twittering clit into the throes of total orgasmic ecstasy. "Oh, God," she roared under her breath in a hoarse whisper, "I should have let him finish me off completely." She referred to her slave man and her fantasy. "I'll have to think of something else now, something else to make me cum."
She let loose of the dildo for a moment. It was dark in her bedroom. She could feel herself sweating between her legs. She could feel the leak of clit ooze between her twat lips, and she knew that she wasn't very far at all from a very satisfying orgasmic high. She just had to think up that one last image which would send her over the hill, into the Meadow Of Bliss, up onto High Cloud, into The Land of Love.
She tried to relax her brain and picture herself alone in the arms of one of her highschool friends. He was tall and good-looking, and his name was Sam. He played football and all the girls were hot for his body. It was he, Sam, who Sharon figured would get her the rest of the way up the sex ladder. She saw him rubbing her titties, sucking on her nipples, playing between her legs and rubbing down her mound. She enjoyed the feel of his fingers sliding back and forth between her labia lips. She liked especially the way he attacked her clitoris with his long middle digit. "Oh, yes, Sam, do it!" she muttered. "Really get me hot and juicy, babydoll. I need, I need to cum! You hear me, honey? I need to fucking CUM!"
She rolled her legs open wide, and even though she was on her belly, this added spread between her thighs enabled the rear-end dildo to go sliding even deeper into the breach. She could feel the prong-like tip as it bounced up against the back of her cunt. She enjoyed that and pretended it would never end.
It wasn't long after that when she realized she was only a throb away from orgasm. To make sure that she didn't squeal too loudly when the final chills crept across her body, she buried her face in her pillow. Then she bore down hard, pressed the stiff, meat-like plastic rod all the way into her cave. She gave the thing a good stiff shove, and off she went, zooming like a hang-glider, flying upwards, swooping here and there in her sensuous flight of ecstasy. The next thing she knew it was morning and her mother was telling her she must prepare for school.
CHAPTER NINE – Real And Rooty
"Oh, God, yes," squealed young Cindy Fawcet. "Like a geyser I do!"
The answer was in response to Sharon's simple question: "Do you ever have wet dreams?" The look on Cindy's face, if the words themselves hadn't been enough of a statement, said it all. She was delighted just with the thought of a wet dream. "Do you know," she continued, "that one night I came so hard that I nearly woke up my parents? Do you have any idea what would have happened if they had discovered me doing that? Do you think they would have let me out of the house ever again? Why no, they'd have probably beat the hell out of me for a week and a half! And I really mean it, too! My father would have tanned my hide if he knew I was into that. And how are you supposed to keep from cuming if it's a wet dream, anyhow?"
"I know exactly what you mean," said Sharon to her high school buddy. "My father and mother found me last weekend after I'd had a little bit of my own personal orgy. There was no way in the world I could talk to them after that. They just wouldn't listen. Now I have to creep around the house and not say anything at all that has to do with sex. For fear I'll get beaten up again. My father used his belt. I never thought he would do that. My mother, of course, she doesn't even give a damn at all. One time she came in and helped me, even, helped me get it off the rest of the way, used her hand to do that and all. But my dad, he doesn't go for it at all."
"Boy," said Cindy, unbuttoning her blouse, "I sure am glad we decided to talk today." She slipped out of her cotton white shirt and walked across the bedroom in just her bra and skirt. "You don't mind if I change into something a little more comfortable, do you?" She smiled prettily at Sharon who watched her long time school acquaintance go about the task of changing clothes. The two girls had known each other since they were little. They often shared stories about what it was like to have a date with this or that boy, on who they would most like to be seen with, and then again on who they would most like to suck off or screw. It was only natural that they have similar tastes, but it was on account of Cindy's suggestion, that afternoon, that Gary Wonten was the best possible male at Dover High that led the two girls back to Cindy's house. Sharon argued that young Davey would just have to be a better fuck, that there were no two ways about it, and she argued so vehemently and so passionately that she didn't even realize that she was walking all the way home to Cindy's house. Now they had arrived and taken to talking about sundry other things.