Teenage Masturbator
by Nick Watkins 


TO THE READER 

While fictional in nature, this book has, besides entertainment, the purpose 
of acquainting the reader with manners of sexual activity at times practiced 
within contemporary society. 

 -The Editor 


DISCOVERY 

Sharon was looking in the bathroom mirror when she saw how pink her nipples 
were getting. She couldn't help but look away from the mirror and down at 
the real flesh. Sure enough, her titty tips were bright pink, and the 
mushroom colored caps were getting red. She'd been thinking about sex. 

She lifted one of her titties, the left one, with a hand under the mammary. 
Then she fingered the heating nipple. "Oh, my," she squeaked, "that's very 
nice!" She wondered if she could pull the big tit all the way up to her lips 
and suck on the nipple, but she 

Teenage Masturbator didn't try. 

She looked, instead, at the bathroom door. She reached for the handle, 
double-checked, just to be 'sure, that the thing was locked. It wouldn't do, 
she knew, for her parents or her brother or sister to come stumbling in 
there and find her that way. Then she sat down on the edge of the tub. 

She spread her legs and looked down between them. Her thighs were long. 
Going to the beach the day before had been a good thing to do. It made her 
legs look brown and mature. They were shaped nice, too, smooth and ripe. She 
turned one leg so she could see the back of the calf. Pleased with the 
sight, she returned to her normal sitting position. She was wondering what 
it would be like to put her finger in her slot. 

She didn't want to do something so nasty, though, and even though it had 
been a tempting thing to do for some time now, she had always successfully 
resisted. "Oh, my," she said to herself, "some boy is going to be very 
pleased with me..." She was looking at her virgin hole, at how it was a 
little swollen and leaking just because she'd been thinking about getting 
some cock sex in it. "God damn," she moaned, "I sure do hope he appreciates 
all the trouble I'm going to, how tempting it is to just forget about him!" 

"Him," of course, was just some fictitious male, some boy from school, or a 
man of her dreams, someone, anyone, who would fuck her as she imagined it 
could be. So what if she was a virgin? What difference did that make to her 
imagination? She could get all the hot sex going in her pie just by 
picturing some sort of orgy, or a young man her own age, or, sometimes, as 
she did when she couldn't keep control of herself, she would think about her 
brother or her father and that would make her hot. 

She spread her legs a little wider. The edge of the tub was tile and cold. 
Sharon got up and put a towel down so that she could have something soft and 
warm for her little buns to sit on. Then she sat down, spread her legs 
again, and slipped her hands between her thighs. "Ah," she sighed, "that's 
nice." She rubbed up and down between her legs. And her little pie began to 
drool an oily ooze. She was giving way, at last, to the temptation to rub 
herself. 

"Damn," she grunted, "why the hell not? Who will ever know?" She rolled her 
fingers up close to her little beaver. There the shrubbery of her pubic hair 
was dense and closely curled. It was tightly rolled but neat, a blonde Afro. 
She let one finger slide alone along one lip of her cunt. Then she pushed 
that same finger into place between the slippery ruby pieces of flesh. And 
she hummed: "Mmmmm, nice! Very, very nice!" She had found her clitoris. 

At first she didn't know exactly what to make of the rubbery little knob. 
Plenty of times at school she'd heard kids talking about what it meant to 
have a clit meat, and what it was like to play with it, but she herself had 
never in her life dreamed that she would go so far as to actually begin 
tweaking the thing. And yet there she was, sitting on the edge of the tub 
with her long smooth legs spread, her big pendular titties hanging, her 
finger flicking and playing around the clit-dick itself. "Oh, God," she 
grunted, "now I know what they were talking about! It is nice!" 

Sharon couldn't help herself. She picked up the towel from the tub and 
spread it on the floor. She made it into a little pillow. She sat down on 
it, as though she were in bed, and she used the wall as a support for her 
head while the rest of her body was stretched out on the floor. She was 
between the tub and the toilet, and her legs, those long smooth teenage 
thighs were spread wide so that she could get both hands in there if need 
be. 

"Jesus," she moaned, her fingers still adjusting the towel under her rump. 
"I have become a very nasty little girl.. ." The thought kept going through 
her head: what would Mother think? what would Daddy say? But she tried not 
to think about how vile and filthy a child she thought she was. She tried to 
put such thoughts out of her mind while she began to masturbate herself 
lying flat on the bathroom floor. It was good, she remembered, that the door 
was locked and nobody could see her. 

She reached a finger into the slippery juice slot. She found her clit. The 
little thing was hard and ready for action. She took to teasing it with the 
tip of her finger. She went around and around with a little probe action 
that made the thing stick bolt upright. She worked it back and forth to make 
sure the thing was getting hot and juicy. And pretty soon it was, it was 
standing up, it was hard, and the inside of her cunt was spilling out ooze. 

And that's not all that was happening: her brain was getting hot at the same 
time. She was conjuring up images of men, men and women, and the men and the 
women were fucking and sucking and going sexually crazy with each other. She 
couldn't stop herself. She just kept thinking one more debauched thought 
after another. It was quite amazing because she herself had never fucked 
anyone. 

But still, Sharon could picture a man's big boner going zooming down a 
woman's hole. She saw the thing flying into place, drilling a cunt. It was 
thick and wet, and the underside of it had a big ridge of bone meat in it, 
and the head, when she could see it, was mushroom shaped, pink and spongy 
looking. And as for the woman's cunt hole, that was sloppy wet and juicy. It 
was ruby colored, and the clitoris was getting flicked up and down, side to 
side, every time the joint muscle went in and out of the slit. "Jesus," she 
moaned to herself, "how do they do it!!" 

In order to better picture the big hog going into the cunt hole, Sharon 
closed her eyes tight. She could see the thing, and it was almost as if she 
could reach out and touch it. She wanted it to come at her the way a sword 
would, only she wanted it to go sliding into her pussy. That's what she 
wanted, and she was willing to do just about anything to get it. "Fuck," she 
murmured to herself, rolling over on the bathroom floor, "I sure do hope 
that I can find a man who can fuck me that way." She spread her legs. 

She was on her belly now. She had her legs spread and she was on her belly 
on the bathroom floor. She reached one hand down between her loins and the 
other back between her buns. She started fingering herself at both ends of 
her body. She had one finger in her asshole and the other jammed up her cunt 
tube. It didn't take long for her to get herself so hot and bothered that 
she was lost and didn't know what she was doing. She was working her finger 
up and down in her cunt, and the other was sliding in and out of her anus. 
"Fucking-a," she grunted, "I sure do wish .. ." 

She could hardly think. She didn't know how fucked up her brain was. There 
wasn't any hope for her just then. Her whole mind was concerned with just 
one thing, getting a penis into her vagina. "Jesus, fucking, Christ, oh, 
Lord, shit, piss, cunt, suck, asshole, whore, bitch, fuck, bastard, 
twat-pecker ..." She was nearly unconscious. 

And it was then that she began to see lovely, pastoral images of a man and 
herself. She was sitting outside under an oak tree on a bright clear day. 
She was nude. She was petting her titties and looking out at the clear blue 
sky. Every now and then she'd look down at her chest and at her twat and the 
fury hair down there, but for the most part she was just grooming her soft 
pink flesh. 

Then she spied a man at the bottom of the hill. He was young like herself. 
He was carrying a black leather whip and he had a loin cloth tied around his 
waist. His body was hairy and his arms thick with muscle. She called down to 
him, instinctively knowing his name: "Peter, Peter," she hollered, and an 
instant later the young man was not only at her side, but he had strapped 
her to the tree. He stroked her legs, her smooth open thighs with the handle 
of his black leather whip. It was a thick, leather cylinder and he rubbed it 
up and down between Sharon's open loins. "It's nice, eh, Sharon?" he 
chortled. 

"I don't know," she said, somewhat fearfully. "Are you going to hurt me or 
make love." 

"Who knows?" 

She smiled at him. "Please?" Inside her cunt she felt the ooze drooling. 

The boy noticed it coming out on her pubic hairs. He reached a finger in and 
touched the place along Sharon's twat lips where it was especially slippery. 
"Ah, so, it is making you a bit hot, eh?" he said with a laugh. "Just a 
bit?" He lifted his finger and ran it under Sharon's nose so she could smell 
the obvious symptoms of her own excitement. 

"Go on," she said. "Stick it in." 

He had her tied at just the right height. Her hands were behind her, around 
the tree and tied. Her titties hung straight down, but the nipples were 
pointed out at the sides. They were cherry red and excited, obviously so. 
Her legs were tied, too, open. A length of leather chord stretched from one 
ankle around back of the tree to the other ankle. And so Sharon's puss was 
wide open. It was ready for anything that the boy cared to stick in there. 

And what he cared to stick in first was the end of the whip, the thick black 
leather handle. First he stroked it up along side the pussy lips, but then, 
when he heard how nicely Sharon was able to wince and gasp and moan for 
more, he pressed it further up inside. "Oh, God, more," she yelled at him. 
"Fuck me harder with that thing. Really stick it in me, please?" She nearly 
begged him. He could hardly refuse. He crammed the thick black handle all 
the way up her cunt. The snake-like whip end stuck out from the inside and 
hung there like a strange skinny black penis sticking out of her body. 
"Jesus," she moaned, "more, and give me more, and more!" 

He rolled the handle around and around in Sharon's twat. He jerked it up and 
down, cranked it like a jack. Soon he'd have her cuming on the leather 
piece. "Go on," he said to her. "Let yourself go. Let yourself get all 
turned on, eh?" He laughed a devilish cackle and continued probing the 
inside of the young woman's body. 

"Jesus, good!" she wailed. "That's perfect. More! Good!" She rolled her hips 
from side to side on the stick of leather. She worked her body up and down 
on it She enjoyed the feel of that thick leather piece working over her 
insides. It was like some sort of massive dildo au naturel the way it 
stroked at her clit. The boy knew just how to use it, just how to make 
Sharon's insides get all hot and lusty. 

"Puck,'' she cried at him again and again. "Fuck me harder. FUCK ME HARDER!" 
She was fighting the bonds on the tree, on her wrists, on her ankles. If she 
hadn't been tied up, she'd have jumped off the tree and attacked the boy 
with all her strength. Even as it was, she was yelling and moaning and 
groaning and demanding that he give her the real thing, that he use his 
penis to do in her pussy. 

Suddenly, just as she wanted, he mounted her. He stroked the whip handle out 
of her vagina and replaced it with his mile-long boner. He stuffed it into 
her cunt hole and rammed it up inside high. She wobbled down on it, as much 
as her bonds would permit, and enjoyed the saucy feel of the large 
bolt-upright head jacking around between her lips. "Jesus, fuck," she 
snarled, "that's a bit more like it Yes sir. That's a little more like what 
I had in mind." 

The boy started jacking his meat into her like there was no stopping him. He 
was pretty turned on and it didn't look like he planned to stop until he was 
ready to cum. Then, all of a sudden, his jism juice started shooting out and 
he filled up the back and the insides of young Sharon's hot little box. He 
stroked a couple of times more, but all he was really interested in was 
enjoying the feel of his jism squirting out into her body. He moaned at her, 
"Oh, God, fuck," and then yanked his hot steak from her body. "I love to 
fuck," he said softly. "It's good to fuck a little bitch like you." 

Then he sat down on the ground at Sharon's feet. He was catching his breath. 
Sharon looked at his boner as it was going soft after this first fuck. 
"What's the matter?" she challenged him. "Can't you get it on any more? Just 
one fuck from a big fellow like you?" 

The boy looked up at Sharon, her titties sagging from her chest, but the 
nipples upright, her legs spread, her loins shivering from' the recently 
finished fuck. "You want more?" 

"Yes, I want more, stupid," she said. "What do you think? You think one 
little fuck from your big pecker is all a girl wants?" She laughed at him 
and just kept laughing until he had her untied from the tree. 

"Alright. Now you can suck off my penis and clean it up good. Then you can 
clean out my anus and after that you can go to work licking off my balls and 
working out so that I get a big boner. When you have me hard and stiff and 
just the way I like to be erect, I'll spread grease on your buns and give 
you a punch up the bunghole you'll never forget. Do you like the sounds of 
that?" 

She nodded and he laid down. She bowed over his groin and applied her lips 
to the mushroom head. She licked the underside of the rod, and then she 
applied her mouth to the balls. She loved to suck on that sack of hard 
flesh. She liked the feel of the testicles wobbling between her lips. Then, 
when she had tongued that nut nest to a good little chill, she went up to 
work on the boner itself. She really put her all into that steak meat hum 
job. She rubbed her lips and her tongue on it. She made sure that she got as 
much of the big meat into her face as would fit. Then she got the mushroom 
head up between her tongue and her lip. She really did a number on that part 
of his tool. She took to licking it, especially the crown, and of course she 
was sure to make that pointy little hole all chilled and juicy too. She 
didn't miss an inch of that jumbo sized cock. She knew that the better a 
sucking she gave it, the more steady meat punch she'd have in her cunt. 

Next she applied herself to his asshole. She liked to peel the two big buns 
open. Once they were apart she could see the asshole itself. She liked the 
looks of the little anus thing, the way it was curled like a little rubber 
band, tight and waiting for her tongue. She reached into the slot with her 
mouth muscle and licked everything, all of the slit of his ass. Then she 
concentrated just on the asshole. That was the fun' part. Whoever would have 
thought that a woman could enjoy just the anus of a man's butt? But there 
was Sharon, hard at work, tonguing out that little ream center. She did that 
man up good, too, giving him all the licking he could possibly want in his 
bunghole. 

Of course, she used her hands at the same time. She reached around in front 
of him and took hold of his cock. She used one hand on his balls, to support 
them, and the other to pull on his boner. She stroked his meat up and down 
and she played with his nut nest while licking out his ass. 

Then, when she saw that she had done very well at all of these chores, she 
had him turn over. "I want to suck you a little more." He gave her access, 
as she requested, to his nuts and his cock. 

She started at the tip. She licked up the crown, then the stem, and finally 
the thick base. The underside was a special treat. She loved to go stroking 
up and down on that ridge of muscle there. When she reached the tip she 
cupped it with her lips and sucked the whole blooming head into her mouth. 
It was a nice smooth thing for her to do. She got that big hearty thing 
inside her face and sucked harder and harder. Pretty soon she heard the boy 
moaning. He was yelling at her that he loved the way she sucked him off. It 
was a success for them both, especially when she started swallowing down the 
jism juice which was shooting out of that exploding muscle. "Mmmmm," she 
hummed at him, "that's the kind of sucking off I like to be doing. It really 
is." She looked at the head of the cock muscle. There was one last drip of 
jism sitting on the tip of his meat. She leaned down and licked it off as if 
it were candy. "Yummy!" 

"You're a good woman," said the boy. "I'll eat you if you want me to." 

"Sure" she said. "That would be nice." She spread her legs in the grass, 
bent them at the knees so her loins were open and it was easy for the boy to 
get his face in. He slid his nice soft cheeks down between her legs. His 
tongue went; sliding around on her clitoris and then into her cum filled 
hole. He discovered the strange taste of her twat and then remembered he'd 
shot off in here. "Fuck," he said, "I can't eat you. There's jism in there." 

"Oh, shit," she said, "and there's no douche bag up here on the hill 
either." 

"I'll tell you what," said the boy. "I'll eat out your anus. How's that." 

"Fine." She turned over and spread her buns. "Nice and clean," she added. "I 
washed just before this fantasy." She held her buttocks parted for him. He 
looked in and saw the little hole. He dove for it with his tongue leading 
the way. Not long after she was cuming, just from his reaming her in the 
bunghole Of course, he was using his finger on her clit at the same time, so 
it was completely the ream out, but it was close ... 

"Oh, God, shit," grunted Sharon. She discovered herself alone in the 
bathroom. She was still on the floor and she still had one finger in her 
anus and the other punched up her twat "Jesus," she said, "I must have been 
dreaming." She looked around. To her left was the toilet, to the right the 
tub. She couldn't believe her eyes. She knew for sure she'd been 
fantasizing, but it certainly didn't seem real that she was laying on the 
floor of the bathroom. 

Then she heard someone calling her name: 

"Sharon? Sharon? Are you alright?" 

"Me?? Are you calling me?" She looked in the direction of the bathroom door. 
She knew it must have been her mother. "I'll be out in a minute." 

She quickly picked up the towels and gathered everything that would indicate 
she'd been masturbating. I wonder, she thought to herself, what they would 
think if they knew what I was doing in here, and then she did a last minute 
check of the bathroom to make sure everything was in order. Finding that it 
was, she slipped into her robe and prepared to leave. "Oh, well, boy," she 
sighed at the floor between the toilet and the tub, "I'll have to get back 
to you later ..." 

With that she unlocked the bathroom door and joined her family for 
breakfast. 

ANGEL FACE 

Having given in to the temptation to masturbate herself, Sharon decided that 
it wouldn't be so bad to go all the way. What she meant by this may not be 
entirely clear. 

While she was in the bathroom that first morning, she had fingered her clit 
and her anus, but she had not, despite the full vigor with which she'd 
assaulted her own body both in reality and in fantasy, penetrated her hymen. 
This was to be her next task, her next auto-erotic mission. 

To do the job, though, she wanted to have some special tools. With this 
thought in mind she made her way down to Santa Monica Boulevard and into her 
favorite bookstore and supply warehouse. There they had every sort of 
gadget, from false breasts to false women, from false peckers to fake men. 
She wanted a dildo, and the man behind the counter was only too happy to 
show Sharon to the artificial prick department. He pointed out the pros and 
cons of the various models. He couldn't help but notice the young girls 
robust chest though, and even as he showed her the different kinds of 
peckers he was secretly thinking about showing her his own. "Maybe," he 
said, "to add a little spice to your fantasies, my dear, you'd like to take 
a look at a real cock. That way you'd know what to think about next time you 
massage yourself, eh?" 

Sharon agreed with the vendor and followed him to the back room. "I don't 
see why I shouldn't just have a little look-see," she said softly as the man 
pulled down his drawers. She was surprised to find that the man already had 
somewhat of a large tumescence. "It doesn't look anything like my Daddy's," 
she said., Too have a skin on the tip." 

"You're kidding," he said, mocking her little angel face appeal and her 
teenage innocence. "Where is there skin there?" 

"Right here," said Sharon, and with that she was touching the man's cock. 
"Can't you see? Look here. This thing ..." She stopped. She realized that 
the man was touching her shoulder, reaching into her low cut dress and 
grabbing for her nipple. "You dirty old man," she said. "And I thought you 
were doing me a favor!" She slapped the man's penis and went ahead of him 
from the back room back out to the main part of the store. "Jesus," she 
said, "you just can't trust anyone." She paid for her dildo and her 
magazines and left the store in a huff. 

But on the way home, sitting behind the wheel of her father's car, she 
couldn't help but remember the sight of the man's pecker. She chuckled to 
herself about how pleasant a feel she'd had of his meat. "That wasn't 
half-bad," she said, pulling up at her house. "I should try that more 
often." 

She spread the tool and its attachments and her new magazines around on her 
bed. She was already getting pretty hot when she realized that the pictures 
were going to make her especially lusty. She folded one of the folios to a 
page showing a couple in 69. "Jesus," she moaned, "look at them go." Then 
she looked more closely. "Oh, my God, I don't believe it," she moaned. "My 
sister!" She recognized in that picture that the woman was indeed her 
sister. "I don't fucking believe it!" she hollered. "Oh, boy. Oh, no. Oh, 
shit. What I know! Oh, Jesus!" 

She came to her senses and slid that particular magazine under her bed. The 
others she used for the original purpose, to make herself hot and lusty. She 
spread her loins and reached into her cunt-it required lifting her dress and 
removing her pantiesand another minute later and the young woman was moaning 
and groaning about how much she loved fucking herself. Of course, she had a 
long boney middle digit stuffed into her twat hole, and her clit was about 
an inch long, so it was easy to tell what was making her so excited! 

After a little while of this foreplay, she took to using the machine. It 
wasn't long before she had the big plastic rod stuffed all the way down her 
pussy, and she was working it up and against her clitoris in particular. She 
was so excited that she didn't even notice until later that the machine was 
covered with blood from her busted ribbon, but that really didn't matter. 
What was important was that young Sharon was having a fabulous fantasy that 
was making her hotter and lustier than ever-all thanks to the speedily 
little plastic post which was twirling in her fleshy insides. "Oh, God," she 
moaned, "I just love it!" 

She rolled her legs wide open and stuffed the machine even harder into her 
cunt. She started gasping for breath. Soon she discovered that she could 
keep the machine going in her pie with only one hand. That freed the other 
hand for a feel about her chest. She found her nipples needy for such sexual 
stimulation and it wasn't long before she was huffing, puffing, and 
fantasizing. 

First she pictured herself back in the bookstore. She saw men going here and 
there checking out the various manuals and books. She sat on a short stool 
at the end of the last aisle. When a man read a book that made him horny, he 
came down that aisle to where she was sitting naked and he pulled out his 
horny, muscled bird and let it fly into her face. She cupped the head with 
her lips and gave all the men in the store some header. She swallowed their 
jism juice with relish, and never complained for a minute regardless of 
whether or not the muscle of the man was thick, long, short, tapped, shot, 
spent or powerful, hot, strong. It just didn't matter to her. What she liked 
was holding onto the man from his buns and pulling his penis into her face. 
She pictured herself performing this angelic, charity blow job chore for 
about five guys. 

Then, naturally, she saw the owner of the store, the man with the fleshy rod 
who'd showed her his thing in the back room. "Oh, my," she said to him, "let 
me see that thing for real." 

"Well, we'll do more than look at it this time," he said. He pulled down his 
pants. There was the large thick muscle, all shining and strong with 
lubricant and sex. It was ready to go, as if he'd oiled himself beforehand. 
He pulled out a tube of grease. "Bend over little girl." 

"I don't know if I want it-" 

"Bend over, I said!" 

"I don't-" She felt the sting of his open hand on her soft cheek, even 
though she hadn't seen him start the slap. She felt her face burn. "God damn 
fuck," she moaned. "I don't-" He slapped her a second time. She capitulated 
to his desires. 

Bending over, Sharon reached back and pulled open her buns. 

"That's better," he said. "You know how to make yourself ready?" 

"I never did this." 

"Here." 

He passed her the grease. She spread some on one palm. She was looking at 
him upside down between her legs. His face was pudgy and his hands thick and 
greasy. She applied some of the ooze to her asshole slot. She kept looking 
at him and working the stuff into her butt. "Can I get up to do this?" She 
was holding herself balanced with one hand on the floor, the other reaching 
upwards between her loins to her ass crotch. 

"Oh, no," said the storeowner. "You stay leaned over like that. I like 
looking at your anus. If you stand up I won't be able to see the target, 
now, will I?" He chortled. She continued rubbing the grease in the 
uncomfortable position, bending over, her hand between her legs. "Don't miss 
your hole," he reminded her. He took her finger and touched the tip of the 
digit to her anus. "That's the place. Get some in there." He made her cram 
her finger into the asshole place. "Work it around. Get it good and greasy." 
While he moved her finger this way she took time to look at his hog. It was 
getting even bigger. She knew the thing couldn't fit in her fanny. She was 
really afraid of it. She didn't know what to say. "Please," she said 
finally. "Couldn't we do this some other time?" 

"Ha, ha, ha," he laughed. "That's rich!" 

"Please?" 

He smacked her on the ass cheeks. A little slapping noise echoed in the 
room. He took her hand from her bunghole. "Let me in there, cunt," he 
commanded Sharon. Before she could even think about protest, her asshole was 
being ripped apart, a cock was being shoved into it, her bowels, even her 
down deep bowels, were getting speared by the head of that huge cock muscle. 
"You fucker!" she screamed. "YOU DIRTY ROTTEN FUCKER! GET THAT NASTY THING 
OUT OF THERE. YOU MOTHER FUCKER! ITS FILTHY! GET IT OUT!" 

But no amount of screaming could make the store owner take his pecker out of 
Sharon's little asshole. He liked having his cock muscle down deep inside 
her tube, and he especially liked-this she didn't know-the sound of her 
baleful wails as his meat filled her arse. "Jesus," he moaned, getting a 
good long feel of her interior muscles as they squeezed involuntarily on his 
joint, "that's very nice, darling. Very, very nice indeed. I like that." He 
reached both hands around her hips and shoved her, with his pounding groin, 
down onto the floor. She was on all fours. "I like to shove a good pipe up 
your asshole, honey. Don't you just love it?" 

"No," she said, "I don't love it. I don't love you or it. I don't love 
anything. I hate it. I hate that vile meat of yours up my asshole and I'll 
chop it off with a cleaver first chance I get. Because you're such a pecker 
head. "I'll shit in your hat if I ever get the chance, asshole. You're a 
nasty old man with no regard for how important a woman's tube is to her! Get 
IT FUCKING OUT!" 

"HA, HA, HA!" he belly-laughed. 'Tat fucking chance." With that he pressed 
down deeper in her butt tube. He stretched her wider open and used his 
hands, curled round her hips, to feel up her cunt at the same time. "You got 
a nice juicy little hole there, Sharon. What's the problem? You don't like 
thinking about what makes you so juicy? My pecker up your anus?" 

"Please," she moaned. 

"I love to hear you cry. Cry more, bitch. Cry and make an old man happy!" 

She rolled her hips and tried to get away. The store owner might have been 
old but he wasn't weak or stupid. He grabbed her tight around the neck. He 
squeezed Sharon's nape. Pain consumed her body. Her head ached as much as 
her asshole, but she couldn't deny that deep down inside she was feeling 
something a little different than what she'd expected, something... "Ohhh, 
God, no, please, fuck, shit, piss, fuck, no, Christ, stop, fuck-" 

The old man ejaculated in her asshole. Every time she swore at him he 
splattered again in the back of her anus. He gave her a good tight drilling 
with that long muscle of his, and before long he had the inside of her 
bowels about as full of his jism juice as could be. Then he yanked his nail 
of flesh out of her butt and rolled away moaning, "Nice...very, very nice. 
You did good. I like that, little cunt. Any time you want more, you just let 
me know. I liked that." 

She didn't know how it had happened, but when she came to her senses, young 
Sharon was on her bed, just as when she'd begun, but the dildo was in her 
asshole instead of her twat, which was juicing profusely. "Oh, God," she 
moaned, "I didn't even know. Oh, fuck, shit, piss. What the hell is going 
on. Jesus!" She looked at the picture in front of her, the one she was 
looking at before she went into her daydream fantasy world, and there it 
was, a picture of a woman with her cheeks spread and a man had his pole bent 
up inside the woman's anus. "God damn," moaned Sharon. "He's really in 
deep!" And she realized that she must have looked at that picture in order 
to conjure up her dream about the man who owned the bookstore. 

But it wasn't enough for her to know where the fantasy had come from. 
Because she was, just then, as she pulled the machine out of her anus, on 
the verge of having her first super terrific orgasm. "Oh, God," she cried to 
herself, "if only I can go the rest of the way." 

Until now Sharon had been laying in bed with her clothes pulled this way and 
that in order to get to her various sexual holes and titties. But now she 
wanted to be naked. She hopped up out of bed and took off her dress and her 
panties. Her full tits wobbled like bowls of jello as she climbed back into 
bed. She didn't bother with sheets. 

Nor did she need the folios of nude people any more. All she needed was that 
speed-stick grinding in her cunt. And that's what she started it doing. She 
put it on full-speed and slammed it into her hole. She rolled her legs wide 
open and enjoyed the thrill of the thing as it went stimulating every part 
of the inside of her body. "Oh, God," she hummed, "do me up right baby. 
Really make me cum!" She shot a hand under her ass and plowed a finger into 
her hole. "Yup," she grunted, "that's the way alright. Just like that." She 
got herself hot and heavy within seconds. "I love it, man. I just fucking 
love it." 

Her body sweated a light perfume, something like cunt juice but it came from 
her pores. Her titties were filled with fresh blood, fresh hot passionate 
blood, and her nipples were sticking out like ripe cherries. Her pussy 
leaked a steady line of real blood from where she had busted her hymen, but 
that didn't bother her because she was so dose to cuming for real. 

Just then she started picturing herself in the bookstore again. She saw an 
unfamiliar man pumping at his meat. She went up to him and told him that she 
could help him out He smiled at her. "You really want to?" 

Sharon looked at his red joint. "Yup!" She reached down and touched the tip 
of the hog. "Give it to me." She climbed down on her hands and knees. The 
man spread his feet. She took his joint. He pumped his hog forward into her 
face, banging her with his nut nest in the chin. "Jesus," he moaned, "I'd 
have never dreamed about something like this in a thousand years!" 

"Mmmmmm." 

"You like it?" he asked her. 

"I love it," she said. She took his pecker out of her face in order to tell 
him. "I do love to suck on a big hot joint. And that's what this is, no?" 
She held it up so he could see it from above. "Yeah," she said, inspecting 
the big thick rod, "I love it a lot." She went back down on it, licking and 
sliding her lips on it, making it hotter and lustier, stiffer and thicker. 
"Mmmmmmmm. 

A moment later the thing was throbbing in pre-ejaculatory bliss. Tm gonna 
..." 

"Not yet," said Sharon. She took his meat out of her face. "You think I'm a 
Saint or something?" She stood up and pulled off her levies. "Give it to me 
here!" She spread her legs. Her cunt juiced profuse amounts of ooze. "I want 
that thing buried in my pie. Give it!" She jumped onto his hips and held him 
around the neck. He was strong enough to hold her up like that. She used her 
other hand to reach down between their two bodies. He shot upwards and his 
joint pushed into place, into her vagina. "Now," she said, "that's more like 
it, eh?" 

"Oh, God, yes," he mumbled. "Yes, that's more like it!" 

"Better than masturbating!" 

"Better!" 

"Yes!" She rocked her body up and down and sucked up the cum from his 
throbbing joint. "It's going... into ... ME!" She smiled and kissed him on 
the mouth. A moment later they fell on the floor in a heap of sweaty flesh. 
"I liked that," she said. 

"Me, too!" 

Sharon came to her senses. She was alone in her bedroom. She was cuming from 
between her twat lips. She was in ecstasy from having stabbed herself with 
the speed-stick. She wondered if she could cum every time that way. She 
wondered if maybe she could get off just by thinking about having an orgasm 
and just by thinking about a fantasy man of some sort. "Jesus," she grunted, 
"that sure was hot!" Her twat drooled cum juice. She wiped herself with the 
sheet. 

Then she reached under the mattress and pulled out the picture of her 
sister, the one that showed her sister fucking with a man, playing with his 
thing. She wondered what Ellen would say when she showed her the picture. 
"Oh, boy," said Sharon, giving her own clit a little tease again, "I bet 
this is going to be fun! Really a lot!" She laughed to herself and laid back 
to listen for the front door opening. It would be her sister coming home 
from school. 

BLACK BEAUTY 

Sharon didn't have to wait long for her sister Ellen to come home. It was 
about four o'clock when the tell-tale squeak of the door signaled her 
entrance. A year or two older than Sharon, Ellen boasted large breasts, 
smooth legs, and a very pretty face browned from long hours spent sunbathing 
at the Venice Beach. Since summer was only a week away, both girls, in fact, 
had rather healthy and appetizing complexions. 

"Mmmmm, little sis," said Ellen as she entered the bedroom, "I think I smell 
something like ooze in here, eh?" She started unbuttoning her blouse, 
preparing to change clothes. When she got the blouse off she noticed for the 
first time the cover of the magazine covering Sharon's otherwise naked 
chest. "What's that, Shar?" she asked. 

"Oh, this?" asked Sharon, pretending not to know what Ellen was talking 
about. "This is just a little magazine I picked up at the porno shop. It's 
got some pictures in it. That's all. Ever see one of these things before?" 
She held up the long black plastic dildo, the battery operated mechanism 
with which she'd earlier penetrated and ejaculated herself. 

"Well, Sharon, darling, yes, I have seen one of those, but I don't think if 
s the kind of thing you want to be showing around to the whole family. What 
if brother Lenny saw you with that? He'd think you were up to no damn good 
at all!" Ellen started taking off her pants. She wore no underwear and her 
neatly curled bush was tight and wet with humid ooze. She was always like 
that, no matter what time of day, because she was always thinking about this 
or that man's cock, or, sometimes, about this or that woman's cunt! 

"Well," said Sharon, taking in a snort of her sister's hole, "maybe you'd 
like to take a look at the pictures in here, just in case. There might be 
one or two that you'd like to cut out before I give it to Daddy for Father's 
Day. You want to look?" 

"You little bitch!" Ellen snatched the folio out of her little sister's 
hand. "You know what's in there!" 

"What?" Sharon pretended not to know. "What's in there?" 

"Shut up," said Ellen. She tore out the photo of herself going down on a 
man. "I did it for money in order to buy a present for a friend of mine." 

"I bet," said Sharon, getting up off the bed. "I bet you did it for header. 
For cock. FOR PENIS! You did it so you could give that guy head and get paid 
for it. That's all. So why don't you just admit it!" Sharon laid back down 
in her bed. "Besides, I don't give a shit anyhow. It's a turn-on picture and 
that's what counts!" 

"Wow!" moaned Ellen. "Little sister has come a long way!" 

"You bet." She smiled and winked at her older sister. Then she held up one 
of her stink fingers. "I know exactly what I like these days, and I'm not 
afraid to admit it." She had the dildo in her other hand. Ellen was on her 
way out of the room, to shower. "Oh, Ellen," said Sharon. "If you ever 
decide you want to borrow this-" 

Ellen snatched away the machine. "Is it waterproofed!?." 

"You bet!" 

"In that case I'll use it-try it, that is-right now!" She disappeared out of 
the bedroom and a few minutes later Sharon could hear, beyond the din of the 
raining shower, her sister's hot little moans. 

* * * 

The next morning Sharon pretended to be sick. She didn't want to go to 
school. It wasn't that being in school bothered her-it was just that she 
felt hot and horny and being in school wouldn't allow her to satisfy her 
carnal desires. Her mother bought the story of her illness, permitted her to 
stay home. A little while later the house was empty. Her father, her sister, 
her mother and brother-they'd all left on their various missions. Happily, 
Sharon cruised the house looking for things to jam up her twat. 

In the utility room she found a light bulb with a nice base. She liked the 
shape of the gnarled, twisted end. She figured that sticking that thing up 
her snatch would gaive her a nice little stimulation. 

She went through the bathroom, too. She discarded the notion of using a 
toothbrush. She wouldn't want to brush her teeth with the thing afterwards. 
But she couldn't resist the water pick. She had to try that thing out in her 
twat. And she felt similarly about the douche bag. After all, she could 
always claim she'd done it in the name of good clean health! 

Next came the kitchen. She searched the various drawers. She liked the 
handle on the knife sharpener so she brought that tool with her. She picked 
out of the refrigerator a bunch of carrots. She prepared them, trimmed them, 
into odd shapes. She made one long and pointy. Another she carved so that 
the base of the thing would be especially thick and useful for getting her 
clit. At the last minute she brought along a hot dog and a piece of liver 
and the salad oil. 

She returned to the bathroom with all of these various gadgets and things. 
She spread them out around the base of the tub. Then she went and fetched 
her dildo. It would be no good, she knew, to start up and not be able to 
finish. She wanted to be prepared for having the best little personal fuck 
in her cunt that was possible, and getting all of those things together was 
what made it all real. 

She took to using the douche bag first. She filled the rubber thing with 
water and oil. She didn't know what made her use the oil, but she thought it 
might make her more slippery. Then she pushed the big black nozzle at the 
end of the thing into her ass. She squeezed and took off the stop cock. "Oh, 
God, yes," she moaned, stooped over the toilet. "OH FUCK YES FILL ME UP!" 
When the enema douche was over, she pulled the nozzle out from her butt and 
let herself drain over the toilet. She was getting hot just from thinking 
about what was coming. Her titties were hanging down large and creamy as 
ever. 

She started with the carrots, next. She sat on the edge of the toilet with 
her smooth legs spread open. She jammed the pointy one inside so that the 
base was rubbing at her clit. The little magic knob stood right up with the 
first rub. "I love it," she grunted, "I really do love it." Every notch and 
groove of that carrot vegetable sent Sharon's clit bouncing and flicked that 
little trigger into a feverish heat, made her ready for something hotter and 
tougher. 

She decided to try the water pick. She turned it on to the mild speed and 
shoved it up between her slick thighs at just the right angle. On it went, 
right at her clitoris. "Jesus," she jumped up. "What the fuck!" It was too 
strong a feel for her little muscle. 

She discarded the water pick and retrieved the light bulb. That was 
something she could control. She stuffed her wet twat leaves with the base 
of the bulb. She screwed herself with the thing. "Oh, Christ, yes," she 
grumbled. "That is more like it." But the thing proved just a little too 
stumpy after a while, and there was nothing she could do. She needed to have 
something thicker, meatier. "I need something more like meat," she said 
aloud. "What would that be?" 

She inspected the tools remaining to be used. She espied the hot dog. "Now," 
she said, "if that thing there, and a piece of liver, aren't the meatiest 
damn things ever, I don't know what is." She picked up the piece of liver 
first. It was bloody and slimy wet. She slid the thing into her vagina. "Oh, 
God," she moaned, "it's so cool and slippery!" Then she added the hot dog. 
That way she could get the thrill of rubbing her clit with a stick like 
thing at the same time as having her pussy filled, by the liver. "Oh, 
Jesus," she moaned. "Oh, Christ, yes. I love it Oh, God, more." She stroked 
herself in and out with the hot dog. "It's gonna be good," and with that she 
closed her eyes and began to fantasize. But even with her eyes closed, 
Sharon knew she needed one little thing more to complete the rubbing in her 
cunt. She withdrew the piece of liver, took out the hot dog and picked up 
the big black gadget She stuffed herself with the battery-operated speed 
stick. "Mmmm." 

Now she could easily remember some of the things that turned her on. She 
thought about being tossed onto her hands and knees into the backroom of the 
bookstore. The man came at her with his whanger bouncing. "Bang you up good, 
honey. This time you'll never want another one, eh?" He laughed and the more 
he laughed the bigger his muscle became. He demonstrated that fact to Sharon 
by measuring his rod with a tape measure. He did so at one minute intervals 
for five minutes in a row, her on her knees under him, him looking down at 
her with his pants around his ankles. "You'll love it," he said finally, 
with the nine inch measurement the last one. "Isn't that going to be nice? 
Nine inches of nice thick meat for you to suck on? You'll love it!" 

He got down on the floor with her. "Let me have that thing," she said. "I 
don't want to keep anyone waiting, you know. And I have a busy schedule." 
She knew she was being forced to do it, but she didn't care. She wanted to 
suck him off. She took her tongue and curled it around the head of his meat. 
She wrapped her lovely mouth muscle into place around the crown. Then she 
went sliding, all the way down to the base. She kissed his balls, too, and 
ate him all the way back up to the tip. She got hold of the mushroom head 
and sucked hard at it. "I love to eat this thing," she said. "I really do 
love to eat it." She held it away from her face but pressed the tip against 
her titty. "I like to feel it going against my chest, pressing between my 
titties. "You like that?" 

"I like all of it," said the shop owner. "I like to fuck and suck and eat 
and be eaten. You know what I mean?" With that, before Sharon could answer, 
the owner went down on his hands and knees between her long comely legs and 
planted his tongue in place between her liver-like twat lips. He filled up 
that narrow space with plenty of juicy muscle, and he gave her the feel 
she'd been waiting for. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned, "I do love all of it, 
too! I REALLY DO! EAT ME! EAT ME OUT, MAN! REALLY EAT ME OUT GOOD!" 

She reached down and took the back of his head. She grabbed him by the ears 
and pulled him into her bush. She had him gorge himself on her cunt tube. He 
worked his tongue up and down on the clit especially. The little thing stuck 
right up. His studly tongue took to stroking it. Back and forth he waved her 
little wand with his lips and his tongue. He gave her a zesty eating. She 
swayed her hips so that he could get more and more of his tongue onto the 
various areas of her pussy. Soon she was leaking all over the place. 

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, "not bad at all." She could feel his neck sweating in 
her hands as she guided his face back and forth on her cunt lips. "I love 
it, Mister, I really do love it! It's good!" 

Sharon squeezed her thighs closed. She pressed her tender loin flesh flush 
against his face. She rolled her legs from side to side so as to enjoy the 
feel of his tongue and his face in her pussy. She liked that enough to do it 
several times in a row. 

Suddenly she felt something at her rear. She didn't know what it was at 
first. Then she realized: it was the shop owner's finger. He was sliding his 
digit up and down in her ass crease. He was getting ready to jam it into her 
anus. "You better be careful," she warned. "You know what happened last time 
you did that? Just be careful as you can and you can keep doing that!" But 
she had his face between her legs and he couldn't hear a thing. Nor would it 
have mattered. 

He went pounding his finger into her ass hole, filling her up and making her 
anus into as nice a tight little feel as he could get. He worked his digit 
back and forth on her sphincter muscle, and before long he had the thing 
stretched out so wide that he could slip an extra finger in there if he 
really wanted to. "Jesus," she moaned, and she had to let her legs open up. 
That gave the man more room to move in. He shoved his tongue into her pussy 
and really got her clitoris rubbed up pretty good. Then he took his mouth 
muscle out of her vagina and started using his other hand. Thus he had her 
from both sides, one finger in her cunt, one finger in her ass hole, and he 
had no intentions of stopping until she started cuming. 

"Oh, God, no!" she cried out. "NO, FUCK, SHIT, PISS, NO, FUUUUUCCCCKKK!" She 
rolled left and right, trying to escape the two deadly fingers, but if she 
got away from one it was only to meet up with the other at even stronger 
force. Her body was covered with chills, and her legs were sweating and 
rolling at the same time. She was hot and bothered, ready to cum. 

"FUCK ME," she yelled at him. "Don't you see I'm hot enough for it now. FUCK 
ME! FUCK ME!" She reached down with her two hands and had him take his 
fingers, finally, away from her body. 'There," she said, "now put your penis 
in there. PLEASE?" 

"Lick it!" 

"What?" 

"Lick it," said the man as he pointed to his anus. "Lick my anus and then 
I'll give you my cock. Simple." He smiled and waited for the young girl to 

Teenage Masturbator obey. 

"O.k.," she said, "but you better give me a damn good fuck for this ream. 
Damn good! You hear me!" 

She went down on his arse. It took her about two or three minutes, and when 
she was done she gave his penis an extra little kiss. "Now will you fuck 
me?" 

"Yes," he said. "Now!" 

She rolled over on her back and lifted her legs so that her thighs were wide 
apart "Stick it in," she wailed. "Stick it right on in!" 

The old man looked down the tube of flesh. The floppy little leaves of 
Sharon's twat separated because she put her fingers, one on either side of 
the hole, and cast the flesh apart "Mmmmm." She smiled, from two orifices, 
and the man leaned forward, his big pecker as strong as steel, as ready as a 
road racer. "Give!" 

He plunged into it. He held her hips with his two hands. She used her hands 
to roll soft palm flesh across his buns. She rocked her hips up and down so 
that his rod would get a good slide. It wasn't long after that when she 
could feel his mushroom head hitting at the bottom of her cave. "Ooooh, God, 
more. MORE, MORE, MORE! FUCK ME MORE! FUCCCCKKKK!" She gave him a good 
twisting, a gyrating up and down and side to side move, one that was sure to 
beguile his meaty joint. 

"I love ya, kid," he said, pumping harder still. "I love ya good and hard 
like that." She rolled her legs wide apart and rocked her thighs, the backs, 
up onto his shoulders. The sneaky old man, though, brought a hand down so 
that he could stuff a finger into her anus. "There," he said, "isn't that 
nice?"-and he corked her right up, plugged her bunghole with digit. "I love 
ya good and hard," she said again. "I surely do." 

His meat slid up and down against her delicious little clitoris. He 
especially liked rubbing up and down on that thing. It gave them both chills 
to feel his meat pushing and pressing on that tender little morsel of hot 
cunt flesh. There was more juice, more ooze, and more pussy meat between the 
two of them than Sharon had ever realized she owned. "Jesus," she grunted, 
"this is more like it." 

The next thing she knew, the old man was squirting off jism juice, filling 
her up with the sperm spray and letting her have all the baby-fluid she 
could possibly use. "Ooooh, God, MORE!" she wailed. "FUCK ME MORE!" There 
were chills all over her body, especially on her big firm titties. But she 
still wanted more of the flashing pounding meat, more of the hot throbbing 
cock head. 

"You know," she panted, "I like it most of all when that big joint of yours 
goes sliding on the back wall of my pie." 

"Gooood," said the old man, and he aimed for the back of her twat. He gave 
her a good long plunge, and sure enough, the spear of flesh pounded away 
into the most remote portions of the little woman's juicing cave. 

"Ahhhh, yes," she gurgled in her own passionate juices, "I do love that 
battering ram flesh of yours. You fuck me like an old bull. You know your 
way around a woman-that's for sure!" She'd have gone on like that, but the 
next instant brought Sharon to her senses. She was alone, alone in the house 
with only the fantasy and her fingers and her dildo. The speed stick twirled 
in her pie, and the juicy insides of her body spilled over her twat lips. 
The back of her hole was as sizzling hot as it had ever been, and the inner 
flesh of her body's rear entrance was squeezing down as though there were a 
big hard meat inside. "Jesus," she moaned, "I'm almost there. Please God, 
let me have an orgasm. PLEASE FUCK ME INTO ECSTASY!" 

She rammed the black stick down deep and filled herself with twisting 
plastic. The gyrating rod poked at the hot flesh. Her clitoris erected 
itself to a new height, and yet another crop of chills exploded out of her 
groin flesh. Her thighs spread wide and she accommodated the last inch of 
plastic joint. "Goooood," she hummed. "GOOD, GOOD, GOOD. Now, FUCK!" With 
that last battle cry, she pounded her palm on the back of the dildo and 
slammed the thing into her body as far as it could go. She impaled herself, 
tacked her body down and nailed herself to the bed. "UGH, GOD, OOOH," she 
cried out, but she couldn't have heard herself or known anything about what 
was happening between her legs because she was in total climactic ecstasy, 
juicing and running all over. Her head was arched back against her pillow, 
and her titties were sticking out to the sides. Her legs were spread wide 
apart and the machine was doing her up right. She-was in the middle of a 
series of poly-orgasmic quakes and shivers. "JEEEEESSUUUUUSSS," she yelled 
out, and it wasn't until twenty minutes later that she came to and 
discovered the large puddle, a grey circle of juice, under her buttocks, the 
only sign-other than her flushed body, of course-that she'd been to sexual 
heaven and back! 

CATATONIA 

Late in the week Sharon managed to have the house, once more, entirely to 
herself. This time, though, she was careful to lock the front door and to 
take the phone off the hook. It hadn't been much for having her father 
discover her with the dildo in her right hand, the salad oil in her left, as 
he had on a previous occasion. She'd already masturbated herself one time, 
and then, getting turned on a second, she began to spread ooze around when 
the front door burst open. She couldn't do anything to hide the fact that 
she was jacking herself off. 

Well, she considered, that wouldn't happen again. And so she went, nude, her 
titties flopping, from room to room. She pulled the blinds, locked and 
double-latched the doors, turned up the stereo and even closed windows where 
she thought there might be some chance of being found out. She did 
everything possible to insure the privacy of her masturbatory sex session. 

When she was quite sure that the place was looked up properly, and when 
she'd taken the phone off the hook, she laid down on the living room floor 
with her dildo in one hand and the talking part of the phone in the other. 
She started by stroking her pussy with the phone. She wanted to get her lips 
wet, her insides juicing, and her clitoris erect. If the phone didn't work, 
she'd use her palm, but she thought she'd at least give the thing a half-way 
decent try. 

Well, to make a long story short, it worked. Her clit popped up, her insides 
turned to the sweetest ooze possible, and even her little asshole began to 
shiver and shake and roll and pound. It wouldn't be long, she surmised, 
before the inside of her body would be ready to explode with orgasmic bliss. 
She thought she saw stars. 

After the hallucination about the stars, though, she began to fantasize 
something to make her body get even hotter. She kept pushing the phone piece 
up and down between her legs, but she also kept thinking about something to 
make her hot. Which wasit was only natural-the sight of a man with a huge 
boner coming her direction. "Jesus," she moaned, "come here and fuck me. Let 
me spread my legs so you can tool my clit with that thing. I want you to go 
rubbing that flesh prong of yours in and out of my cave. You can do it. Come 
on and fuck me hard." 

Of course, this was all just fantasy talk. She was mumbling in her brain. 
But it worked, nonetheless. She brought the man toward her. He climbed onto 
her body. He rubbed his pecker between her titties, for openers, and the 
scent of fresh juice filled the room. "Oh, yes," moaned Sharon. "That's a 
little more like it. Give me more!" She rubbed his chest while he took to 
sliding his meaty thing up and down the slopes of her left booby. He could 
not very well resist the temptation to slide the head of the muscle even 
higher, into her neck. "Mmmmmm." 

She loved the feel of a penis in her hands or her mouth. She could get that 
heady thing into her lips and go crazy. The feel of a thick pecker shaft in 
her fingers-that made her heart gallop. Lots of times at school she would 
pretend that she could get into the pants of a man, a teacher or anyone who 
was around. She could see herself opening up his pants and pulling his rod 
out. She would go down on it, just the way she was in the fantasy with the 
man climbing up on her titties. "Come on," she moaned at him in her day 
dream, "come on and give it to me good!" 

He climbed off her body so that she could take the active roll. "There," she 
said, spreading his muscular thighs with her two hands. "Let me in there." 
She worked her fingers down around his balls. She spread the scrotal sack, 
separated the two nuts and massaged them, gently rolling the testicles in 
her fingers. Then, her titties leading the way, she bowed down over his 
groin and wrapped her lips around his mushroom head. She licked the tip and 
played lightly with the shaft. She used her fingers to stroke the thick 
bottom part of the meat while her tongue did everything else. "Mmmm, good," 
she said from time to time, enjoying sucking the man as much as he liked 
having it done. "Very, very nice!" She slipped her fingers under his 
buttocks and spread his handsome cheeks. She worked a digging finger into 
his anus so as to make the feeling of her tongue on his cock more piquant. 
She used her every available method to make him hot and lusty. 

"It's working, babe," he told her. "You're making me hot as a burning coal!" 
He rolled his hips. She attacked his manly nipples with her fingers. Soon 
she'd coaxed a chill from his body, up and around his pectoral muscles, 
through his shoulders and neck. She was working him for just about 
everything he was worth. And his boner, proof of the pudding, was growing 
larger. 

"I like that," she commented when she saw the size of his meat again. "When 
a man's hog gets big like that I just blush and get hot and there's hardly 
anything I can do to control myself." 

"Same with me," said the man. "I see a young girl's twat and see all that 
slippery stuff come from it, and, well, I just can't keep from wanting to 
stick my thing in there. You know what I mean?" 

"DO I EVER!" 

He climbed onto her body and stuffed his rod down her hole. He hammered at 
her insides, flushed her full of hot thick meat. He used the lip of his 
mushroom head, the crown, to catch hold of the small clit prong. He rode 
that little piece of twat muscle like it was a hair trigger that needed 
squeezing. He jacked it up and down and made young Sharon howl and squeal 
with delight. She spread her sweating loins, jammed up and down on the 
topside of the rod and prayed that the man would make her cum, that she 
would have a real first class orgasm. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME GOOD AND HARD!" she 
commanded him, and she rolled her hips up and down on his meaty boner. 

He shot a finger up her asshole and that gave her some more of the kind of 
the feel she liked. As for her, she reached down between their two bodies 
and grabbed his bone-on and his balls. She tickled his dick and his nuts so 
that he was getting it from both ends, from her twat and from her fingers. 
It was a good fuck for him, a thrill that sent his jism spurting out into 
the inside of her body where it climbed into the back of her womb. "Ahhhhh, 
yes," he moaned. "I do love to FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" 

She pressed down on his ejaculating muscle. She rolled long slippery muscles 
up and down on his stick. The undulating force of her interior flesh took 
his meat for a deliberate milking. It wasn't long before she had all the cum 
and something extra out of his rod. and inside her pussy. "I love that rub 
and that fuck," she hummed, but then it was all over. 

She was back from her fantasy. There she was, the dildo smashed into her 
pussy, the phone off the hook, her puddling juices draining to the carpet. 

"Oh, my," she moaned, "I'm making a little mess here." 

She got up with her skin still covered with chills. She couldn't keep track 
of where she was. She was like a drunk. Her loins shimmered in the afternoon 
light. Her titties were yellowed with a streak of sunlight which had managed 
to make it through the pulled blinds. Her eyes were watery with the feel of 
lusty heat all over her body. "I don't know," she said, "I just don't know." 
She fell into a slump on the couch and let her finger go sliding down 
between her thighs. She had to have at it one more time, once more to let 
herself know that it had been real the first time. She needed to masturbate 
a second time. "Jesus," she grunted. "Please, God, let me fuck myself into 
oblivion!" She rolled her buttocks and filled her anus with a similar 
finger. Now she had her trim little body from both ends. There would be no 
stopping her once she started to pump. She pounded away with full force. 
"Mmmmm, good, yes," she groaned. "I love it!" 

Then she let her mind go flying. She had to have some sort of a fantasy to 
go with this jacking off she was doing. What good would it be to have one's 
fingers in the two best holes if there wasn't a little thinking to go along 
with it? So she conjured up the image of herself in a nice big king-sized 
four poster with old brass springs squeaking like a spook house door, and 
she saw herself there with a young man, a young man with a smooth chest and 
strong muscles, and hands like vice grips, hands which held onto her hips 
and pressed her body under his, pressed her so that her pussy moved just 
right, up and down and around on his huge cock muscle which was wet and 
glistening as she looked down between her body and his and saw it shining 
between her pussy lips. "Mmmmm," she hummed. "MORE! GIVE ME MORE!" 

Remembering the adage, "He who helps himself, helps himself," she reached 
around the man's buttocks and pulled him down close to her body, thereby 
closing the narrow distance between them, filling herself with the hot lusty 
joint meat she wanted. The man wrapped his fingers around her smooth little 
buns, around those lusty little cheeks, and he strapped a digit into place 
between the two pieces of ass flesh. He wormed the finger forward, upward, 
into the anal opening and filled up Sharon's asshole. 

"AWK! THAT'S BIG!" 

"Yes," he whispered, "all the more to please you with ..." 

She huffed at him, gasped and panted, prayed that he would give her the 
orgasm she craved. "Fuck me hard," she said. She kissed him on the mouth, 
took his long wet tongue into her face and sucked on it. Then she gave him 
back her own mouth muscle and hoped that he would fuck her, screw her even 
harder. "Come on," she whispered. "Do it to me. Do it to me harder!" 

She whipped her hips up and down on his joint. The clit meat of her pussy 
rolled across the top of his muscle. Her hungry interior muscles, slippery 
and well-oiled, gripped at his rod. She used her hands to hold his 
jackhammer buns in place. And his meat steamed inside her twat. "That's 
good," she said. "That's really fucking good. You're flooding the hole. 
Didn't I tell you? That's what I like! I like to feel that jism juice inside 
me. That's when I get the hottest. Oh, God, yes, fuck me harder like that. I 
love that the best. You can keep your meat in me all day long if you fuck me 
like that.. .Oooooh.. .YES ... FUUUCCCKKK ... Jesus, God, fuck-shit-piss!" 
She was oblivious to everything. She was in the land of total bliss. 

Sharon came back to reality. For when the fantasy man shot his wad, so too 
he left her consciousness. He left her, however, much closer to satisfaction 
than she'd been earlier. "Now," she moaned, "I have to use the speed stick 
and go all the way." She popped her two fingers out of her anus and her cunt 
and searched the floor for the mechanical pecker. She didn't realize that 
the thing was right, in front of her on the coffee table. "Jesus," she 
grunted, "where the hell did I put that thing? Fuck!" 

She gave up looking for the black cock machine and went into the kitchen 
looking for some sort of substitute. She found a coke bottle, the old 
standby. She drained the thing of soda, even swallowed the last bit herself. 
Frantic to stay high, she rinsed the thing with one hand and fingered her 
hole with the other. Finally, the bottle was clean and ready. 

Sharon plopped herself down on the middle of the kitchen floor. She propped 
her head against one of the lower cupboards, but that was the only 
concession she made to the floor. She spread her legs wide and watched 
herself fit the neck of the bottle out of sight inside her pussy. 

"Oooh, yes," she moaned and panted, "ooh, fuck, yes, good, shit, ahhhhh .. . 
oooooh .. ." Then she started to envision herself making love with a man. 
But when she couldn't figure out who the man was, she nearly had a 
heart-attack. "Fuck me," she cried. 

"Who are you?" She opened her eyes and saw the bottled water, the water 
delivered every other week by the dark-haired hunk of male whom she so 
admired, Kurt. "Kurt," she swore at the bottle of spring water, "fuck me, 
Kurt. Fuck my cunt!" 

She shut her eyes and saw the big man coming toward her. He was carrying one 
of the five gallon jugs of water. "Put that silly thing down, you big lug. I 
don't know what you think you're going to do with that." He put the bottle 
of water down and smiled. "Yeah, baby," he said. "Sure thing." He smiled and 
reached around her hips. He pulled her toward him. "I want a few of the same 
things you do. You know that? I really do!" She smiled at him. She liked him 
aggressive and mean the way he was becoming. "Come on," she said. "If you 
really mean it, come with me." 

She took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. "What about your 
parents, kid?" he asked. 

She reached back behind him and kicked the door shut. "Don't worry about 
them," she said. "I'll take care of Daddy. Just the way I'm gonna take care 
of you." She stroked her hand down across his rod. "You like that? Never 
mind. I can tell you like that." She was eyeballing the stiff projection in 
his trousers. "That's really nice. I'm glad to see you didn't use up all 
your strength carrying bottles around today. You know what I mean?" 

"Yeah, me, too," he said softly. He took her in his arms and dipped her 
toward the ground. He gave her a big long kiss in the .mouth and filled her 
face with tongue. "Ah, God, yes," he said, thinking that it was quite 
wonderful to be in America and just about ready to fuck a teenager in the 
twat. "Very, very nice." 

She reached down between his legs and came sliding her fingers up along the 
shaft of his meat, by the mushroom head, along his belly and around behind 
him so that she could pinch off his ass cheeks. She didn'-t let go, either, 
until he started unbuttoning his pants and giving her access to his joint 
itself. "Come on," he said, "let's see what a youngster like you can really 
do now, eh?" 

She smiled and opened her mouth wide. She indicated that he should inspect 
the length of her throat. "You like?" 

"Oh, yeah," he said. "You a sword swallower?" 

She smiled as if to say, "You bet I am," and then down she went, onto her 
knees, between his feet, scooping off his male organ into her mouth. She 
used her lips to seal the bargain, and it wasn't long before she was sliding 
her tongue down one side of the man's thick joint and then up the other and 
across the healthy mushroom head. "I like to suck a big dog like this one," 
she said. "I really do." 

He reached down along her chest and took to stroking her titties. The big 
cherry-colored nipples were just about as hard as pits. They were pointed 
and needy of some rubbing. He was glad to pass his palms and his kneading 
fingers over those two big titties and nipples. The hot tender feel of that 
luscious breast meat was the second nicest thing that had happened to the 
water man all that day. The first, of course, was still happening: his meat 
was deep inside luscious little Sharon's mouth. Her lips were sealed at the 
base of his joint. "Do it, honey," he said. "Do it up right!" 

He started banging his cock muscle back and forth in her face. "You like 
that?" he asked. "That's alright, you don't have to answer that one right 
now anyhow." 

He smiled and pushed her off of his boner. 'Time for something a little more 
interesting. Let's see the inside of your asshole." 

"The inside?" 

"Yup, you got it, the God damn fucking inside. I want to look at that. I 
carry bottles all day long and I want to look at the inside of your anus. 
Got it?" 

"Mmm." She leaned over and parted her buns. "There." 

"Not quite." He pulled her cheeks wide open. He fingered the white folds of 
sphincter muscle. As if his long middle digit were a worm, it crawled up, 
inched its way into her anus. 

"Oh, no, stop!" 

"Stop? Fuck!" He crammed more of his finger into the feces hole. He gave her 
enough of his digit, in fact, that she thought for sure she would be going 
crazy before he stopped. "Oh, please," she begged, "won't you please give me 
something besides that shaft up my asshole?" 

"O.k. How about this shaft!" He pulled his finger out of her anus and 
replaced it with his cock muscle. He jammed it into her so hard and so fast 
that she didn't know what hit her. He crammed her so full of hot pecker that 
she thought for sure he was using something besides his penis. She even 
asked him: "What is that?" 

"What is what?" he asked, rolling his hips and sliding his penis this way 
and that in her rear hole. 

"That thing in my buns! What are you doing me with? It's not your penis is 
it? It feels like a big thick piece of steel!" 

"I love ya, kid, but that's not gonna get me to take my meat out of your 
anus!" He laughed and continued slamming his rock-hard boner in her bowels. 
"I love ya, oh, yes, I love ya ..." 

She could feel his throbbing muscle spray jism juice into the pouch of her 
buns. She liked the feel of the flooding cum spray. She didn't, however, 
like the way his organ had stretched her anus. But he made up for that by 
flicking her clit with his finger, tingling her titties with his other hand, 
kissing her neck. 

"Mmm, God damn," she muttered, "I wish . .." But then it was all over. She'd 
wished once too often. The water man disappeared. She was on the floor of 
the kitchen, her legs spread, the coke bottle stuffed in her pussy. "Oh, 
God," she cried. "I'm so close. I'm so close that I have to finish off." She 
could hear a car pass the house outside. She went into the living room on 
her hands and knees, crawled there, and spied the dildo, the speedstick, on 
the coffee table. "There," she said. "Why didn't I see it before?" 

And before she could even think about answering her own question she was 
sprawled out in the middle of the living room carpet with the big black 
plastic gyrating rod shifting and whirling inside her pussy. She was fisting 
the thing up and down in her cunt tube, rubbing it from side to side and up 
and down and making sure that the rubber pronged tip got her clitoris to 
full height. "I love it, I love it, I love it," she gurgled. "Give me a 
dildo, or give me death . . . ahhhhh . . . oooooh, fuck . . . 
shit-piss-cunt-ass!" She was in ecstasy, and it was, in exactly that 
position, her legs spread, her knees raised, her one hand holding the 
twirling machine in her pussy, the other under her cheeks-exactly like 
that-her eyes glazed and staring at the ceiling, that her father, three 
hours later, found her. 

TENDER LOVING CARE 

The doctor gave the obvious analysis: catatonia induced by the intensity of 
orgasm. "The young woman," he continued to say, "would recover completely. 
Not to worry." 

Sharon's father drove her home from the hospital. He couldn't help but take 
a gander at his daughter's smooth thighs. The robe was open at the middle 
and no red-blooded male would have been able to resist just a little peek at 
the soft pink flesh pressing out from under there. It was to Sharon's 
father's credit that he was able to resist climbing onto the attractive 
little wench, in fact, since it had been a while since his wife had given 
him any. 

When they arrived home, Sharon went directly to her bedroom. She didn't say 
anything to anyone. Her brother and sister were sitting on the sofa giggling 
from time to time. They'd been the ones to clean up the various artifacts 
from the self-fucking. But they'd also been the ones, as Sharon discovered a 
moment later, to put the big speed stick, and a note, on her pillow: "Better 
luck next time!" And that's why they were giggling in the living room. They 
knew all about their sister's love of the battery operated dildo. 

Sharon's mother didn't take kindly to the kids and their shenanigans. "Jesus 
Christ," she moaned at the two children in the living room, "you'd think you 
two had never heard of masturbation before." She drew heavily on a 
cigarette, but couldn't bring herself to face the children directly. 

"Aw, Maw," moaned Ellen, "we're just laughing because it's always funny to 
see someone else get caught at something like that." She put her hand on her 
brother's leg. "Isn't that right, Drake?" 

The younger boy nodded. He had a smirk on his face. "Yeah, Mom, you 
shouldn't worry about us laughing. It's a healthy sign." He giggled some 
more. Then he and his sister got up from the living room sofa and started 
down the hallway. They stopped and turned around like trained seals when 
they heard their father's voice: "Don't be teasing Sharon, now, you 
understand!" 

"No, Pop," said Ellen. 

"No, sir," added Drake. 

They went off to their separate rooms. Ellen, of course, shared a room with 
her sister. She could hardly wait to ask Sharon a question or two about what 
had happened. She shut the door behind her. "Well?" she said. "How was it? 
What made it so good that you went into that stupor?" 

"I don't know," said Sharon. "I was laying there, with my eyes closed, and I 
had this stick-I had it shoved all the way in, I think-and I was thinking 
about something, about some fantasy of some sort, and I just all of a sudden 
got passed out. I mean I was awake, but I was asleep at the same time. You 
know what I mean? I wasn't even aware that I was in a stupor at all. I just 
had my legs spread out and I was thinking about how pleasant it was to be 
fucking myself that way, and then all of a sudden, I was in ecstasy. My 
whole body was shaking. Know what I mean? There were chills everywhere. Or I 
thought I was shaking. I guess not, really. Because when Pop found me I just 
had that big plastic stick stuck up inside me and I couldn't think of 
anything or do anything." 

"Wow," said Ellen, "that's far fucking out! I wish I could get that carried 
away with it sometime." 

"Yeah," said Sharon. "It was pretty far out. You know that? It was awfully 
fucking far out..." 

* * * 

That night Sharon waited for her sister to fall asleep. When she was quite 
sure that everyone was asleep, including Ellen, she got up out of bed and 
tip-toed into the living room. She found the place dark and quiet. It was 
nothing for her to pull the blinds and open the living room up a bit. She 
wanted some of the silvery moonlight to go sparkling here and there on the 
glass knick-knacks which decorated the coffee table and bookshelves and end 
tables. Also, she wanted to be able to see what she was doing by some 
natural light 

So with the blinds pulled, and with the light streaming into the room, 
Sharon spread herself out on the carpet. She propped her head up against the 
sofa and spread her thighs wide. She was naked, of course-that's the way she 
always slept-and she had the big black plastic speed stick with her. She 
shoved the capsule like head of the thing toward her cunt, but at the last 
minute she decided she'd better 'arm herself up first. 

What she did was start sliding the machine up and down on her thighs. Since 
her legs were supple and smooth, they glistened and shimmered in the night 
light. The silvery moonlight made patches of her legs look blue and grey and 
only her cunt was black. Even there, the light caught on the wet refracting 
pubic hairs and shined the way sunlight does in morning dew. Rays, and tiny 
spears of light tinkled around her twat. "Jesus," she moaned, rubbing the 
dildo up and down her legs, Tm getting hot already!" 

She let her right hand control the machine. This freed her left for work up 
top. She enjoyed sliding a finger across a nipple, teasing a tip with two 
fingers at once, pinching off a big hunk of hanging mammary flesh and 
curling it like bread dough. "Jesus fuck shit," she murmured, "I have to 
control myself ..." She was already so hot that her gasps could be heard, 
were anyone awake, in the various bedrooms. 

Sharon continued working the rod closer and closer to her mound. The speed 
stick whirred and hummed. It arrived automatically, with its shifting gears 
and sliding ball-bearings running smooth as ever, up close to Sharon's open 
pussy lips. "Oh, God, yes," she hummed at herself. She looked down between 
her legs and watched her hand slide the thing forward into her body. "Keep 
going, mother fucker," she moaned. "Keep fucking going and make me hot. 
Really ram it into me now." She shoved her own hand forward. She used her 
right hand to press on her left. Then both hands grabbed the handle of the 
big black plastic speed stick. She rammed the thing down in tight between 
her two ruby wet twat hole lips. "Oh, fuck, yes," she cried out, "that's 
what I love! I love that fucking machine, and I love having it in me." 

She didn't realize that her sexual whimpering were rather fierce and loud. 
Her brother's room was the first one, the one closest down the hallway. 
Drake was asleep, but something was stirring him in his unconscious. He 
rolled over in bed and tried to put out of his brain the highly sexual 
squeals which were interrupting his sleep. "Mmmmm," he moaned. 

Out in the living room Sharon was going into a strangely pleasing trance. 
Her eyes rolled upwards and appeared to want to look at the inside of her 
lids. The bottom halves of her eyeballs remained visible, but the lenses 
focused someplace inside her forehead. "Fuuuuucckk," she grunted, like the 
unexercised child. Some sort of self-possession was taking over her mind, 
her body, her soul. It was sex, pure and simple, coming to take her away, 
coming to make her luscious and appealing to the fantasy man who climbed up 
out of her brain. 

Drake, her brother, by now had climbed up out of his bed. He was curious as 
to the source of the strange huffing wails which were coming from someplace 
in the house. He walked down the hallway following the track of the sounds. 
He found his sister propped up against the living room sofa. Her eyes were 
closed and she was naked. She had the big black sex machine in both her 
hands and she was pumping it in and out of her juicy twat. He couldn't help 
but gasp a huge breath, but he was surprised that young Sharon hadn't heard 
him. He stood dumbfounded in the hallway. He decided to watch until she 
finished. He'd always wondered how they actually got off with one of those 
things. 

Sharon was deep into her own fantasy. That's why she didn't hear her 
brother's arrival at the hallway. She was imagining all sorts of sexy things 
happening to her. She saw a dog at one point licking her twat. She saw a man 
coming toward her and the dog and grabbing a choker which dragged on the 
ground. The man tied up the dog who had a big thick erection. "You know," 
said Sharon, "I was beginning to enjoy getting licked out by that dog." 

"Forget the bow-wow, baby," said the man, removing a pair of sunglasses. 
"You and me can do a hell of a lot better than you and that dog. Now go 
clean yourself up." 

She got up and went to a bathroom which seemed quite convenient. In the 
fantasy bathroom she found towels, a big white dildo, soap, a douche bag, 
enemas, just about everything that she could possibly need. There was even 
perfume there, perfume for her pussy. She shut the door so the man couldn't 
watch. 

She lifted one leg and put her foot on the toilet. She shoved the nozzle of 
the douche up inside her cunt. She washed out her cave and let the stuff 
drain into the toilet. Then she enjoyed a shampoo, washed her pubic hairs 
and rinsed them. Finally, she did the same with her asshole as she had done 
with her cunt. She didn't know why she was suddenly so clean-conscious, but 
it certainly seemed like a good idea. To complete the absolutions, she 
jumped into a steamy shower. Her whole body was radiant and squeaky clean by 
the time she applied the perfume to both of her pelvic holes. She put the 
stuff on with an atomizer. 

When she showed up outside the man was smiling. He'd taken off not only his 
sun glasses, now, but also his wide-brimmed fedora, his suspenders, his 
bow-tie, his vest and jacket, his pants, his underwear, his gold watch, 
everything. He sat naked in a wicker chair with just his handlebar mustache 
spreading out wide above his upper lip. He had a Cheshire grin on his face 
and he was sparkling a glint from his pinky finger emerald. 

"Wow," said Sharon, "I sure do wish I'd run into you a little earlier!" 

"Better late than never," said the man. "My name's Thomas. I come from up 
the river and I'm here to be of service to you. I understand you went into a 
masturbatory bliss stupor yesterday morning and I'm here to give you some 
tender loving care on account of that." 

"You're wonderful," said Sharon to her dream-boat man. "Really wonderful." 

Inspecting the young woman's titties, Thomas said: "You ain't so bad 
yourself, honey. Come over here and have a seat on Uncle Tom's knee! 

She did as he said, straddled his thigh with her lovely bare loins. "Like 
that?" 

"Yes," he said, sliding a sparkling smile made of bright white teeth along 
the sculpted curve of her perfect titty, "that's just fine!" He licked her 
nipple and she squeaked. He squeezed her full right tit and she nearly 
moaned into climax. "You're hot, honey," he said. "You're "really fucking 
hot!" 

"I know, I know," she grunted. "But you can make me even hotter." She looked 
down, down between her two big titties, down between Thomas's big working 
hands and arms, down to where her thighs were spread around his thigh, where 
her mound could rub against his muscular leg. "Maybe you could put a finger 
inside my twat?" 

He couldn't resist. He slid a hand down along her trim belly, across her 
pelvis and into the area of her pubis. It only took another little push and 
his finger arrived at her cunt interior. He hooked upwards and had a hold on 
her clitoris. "Ahh, yes," he sighed. 

"You're telling me," she panted. "More of that and I'll be flooding the 
place." 

"Good," he said. "Go ahead and let the clit juice damn just burst open, 
honey. That's why Tom's here!" He fingered her clit several times in a row, 
always in the hooked position. It was his index finger which did most of the 
work. After a minute or two, Sharon stood up so that she could angle her 
body, her cunt, a little more. That way she got an even more accurate feel 
from the sliding dream man's finger. "Ahhh, fuck, yes, shit," she sighed. "I 
love it." She waved her hips right and left. 'Tom," she said. "Did you know 
my father?" 

"Nope," he said. "What do you care, anyhow?" 

"I just wondered. What about my brother?" 

"Nope. Don't know any of your family. Concentrate on getting off, little 
one. This is your tender loving care action, made to make you forget about 
that sex coma you went into yesterday. Just forget about everything and 
enjoy yourself. Understand? That's the only way to recover. Enjoy a little 
tender loving care and everything will be alright." 

"Will you eat me?" she asked. 

"Ah, child, yes, of course! Why didn't you say so? Lay down." 

She stretched out and Tom spread her legs just a little wider than she 
thought they would go. "Now," he said, "bite down on something because this 
is going to feel so good it'll drive you wild." And with that, and a curl of 
his handlebar mustache, Tom stuck his tongue out at Sharon's tender little 
teenage twat hole. "Mmmmm, good," he hummed. 

"Yeah," she groaned. "Really." She rolled her hips left and then right. 
Tom's tongue slid about on one lip of the pussy, then on the loin of the 
left leg, and then back gainfully to the other side in the same manner. 
"Mmmm, good," he said. Then he held her buns with his two hands, one cheek 
in either palm, and pressed and kneaded the ass flesh. He worked a finger 
into Sharon's bunghole while his tongue took care of her front pelvic 
orifice. It wasn't long before he had that entire gaping hole of hers licked 
into a passionate lather and sexy frenzy. "Jesus," he grunted, "you're 
oozing like a waterfall. That's the way, baby doll. You just keep that juice 
coming out and you'll be in heaven before you can say lickety-split!" 

She pressed her thighs closed on his face. She could feel his cheeks between 
her thighs. She liked the feeling of having something bigger than a dildo in 
there, the feeling of having something large between her legs. She loved the 
sensation of having her clitoris fully erect. That made her especially 
happy. She could feel the juice dripping out of her twat. She could look 
down between her legs, when she opened her eyes, and get a charge from 
seeing Tom down there, his head barely visible but bobbing up and down in 
order to keep track of her twitching clitoris. "Mmm," she heard him moan 
from time to time. "That's good, good, good. Very tasty!" She liked knowing 
that she tasted good. It made her feel that much more womanly. She called 
down to him: "Tell me when you're ready for some of the same." 

"Come on," he said, lifting his head out from her groin. "I'm ready now." He 
lay back in her position. She climbed up between his legs and inspected, 
really for the first time, the shape of her fantasy man's joint. "I like 
this hog," she said, noting the ridges around the base of the flesh machine. 
"It's a thick one." 

"Those little circular notches?" he querried her. "Those are from fucking 
with good women!" He smiled and she leaned over his pecker. "God damn, 
woman! Go to it!" She rolled her lips one against the other, smacking them 
without making any noise, getting them wet and juicy. She licked her lips 
with her tongue to get them ready, prepared for the sucking she was going to 
do. Then she pulled her hair back behind her head so it wouldn't be in the 
way and went down on the meaty tip of Tom's erect joint. "There, there, 
there," he said, calming himself as his heart surged upwards with the first 
touch of Sharon's mouth to his cock. "That's good, honey. That's really 
fucking good." 

She used he tongue like a paint brush covering background. She slopped up 
and down the top. She coated the base of the joint and in one long sweep, a 
gentle but everlasting stroke, she went from base back up to the tip and 
ended with the big knob of spongy mushroom head flesh in her mouth. She 
sealed the bargain with tight lips compressed around the middle or top third 
of the shaft. "Oh, Jesus," grunted Tom, "that's really fucking something 
else. You give nice suck, my little darling. Very-very-nice-suck-indeed!" 

She slipped her fingers under his buttocks. She wanted to feel up Tom's 
backside. She wondered what his anal crotch was like. She even considered 
the possibility of rubbing her tongue in there. But she didn't go ahead with 
that. She used just her hands. She felt up the ass flesh of her fantasy man 
while working out on his fantastic boner. That meat in her mouth gave her as 
much of a thrill as would a finger crammed into her vagina. Soon she had to 
take a breath: "I don't believe how hot you make me," she panted. 

"Same here," he gasped. "My whole body-it's hot. Getting hotter, too. How do 
you do it?" 

"Oh, Tom," she moaned. "I love you." She looked down at the meat in her 
fist, his joint in her hand. "I love you, too,'.' she said, addressing it as 
though the thing were a microphone. "I love the big red cap, the hot thick 
shaft, the big blue balls. Why are they blue, darling? Tom? Why are they 
blue?" 

"I'm ready to fuck you. That's why." He smiled and showed her his pearly 
whites. She let loose of his rod and climbed up on his muscular manly body. 
"O.k.," she whispered on the way, stopping off here and there to kiss his 
manly nipples, to rub her face against his hirsute chest, "O.k., then, Tom, 
fuck me. Put that boner of yours into me and fuck me. Make me cum, Tom, 
darling. Make me cum all over that thick hog head of yours. I don't want to 
ever forget you, darling. Do you hear me? I don't want to ever forget what 
it's like to fuck with a REAL MAN! FUCK ME!" And she buried her tongue in 
his mouth. 

They Frenched for a minute, but the next thing she knew, young Sharon had 
Thomas on top of her. His heaving hips pounded a long sword of hot cock 
flesh into her hungry willing body. "Ahhh, yes, Tom, darling," she grunted. 
"More. Give me more!" She rolled her pussy up and down on that meaty thing. 
She stroked it with the insides of her cunt. Her muscular wet flesh mashed 
down on the thing and caressed it. She jacked herself off on it, and tugged 
and milked the jism out of it at the same time. Finally, long undulating 
squeeze contractions born in primitive cadence carried the hot semen juice 
well up inside Sharon's sweltering hot-hole. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" yelled 
Sharon. "Oh, God, Tom. Tom, Tom, TOM!" 

She came down from her fantasy because her brother Drake was shaking her by 
the shoulders. "Sharon, wake up, wake up!" he told her. He shook her and 
grabbed the machine out of her fist. "You're having a dream of some sort. 
Come out of it, babe. Come out of it!" He kept shaking her. Finally she 
opened her eyes. "Oh, Drake, what happened? I was ..." 

"You were masturbating and making a hell of a lot of noise. I came out here 
and found you like that." He was whispering. "I didn't think you'd want 
Mother and Father to find out about this so I decided to wake you up." 

"Boy, I'm glad you did. After yesterday, Father would have had me committed 
or something." 

Brother and sister started up and out of the living room. "Sharon," said 
Drake. "I wonder if I could just ask you one question." 

"Sure," said his horny sister. "What?" 

"Who's Tom?" 

'Tom? I don't know any Tom," said Sharon. 

"What makes you ask?" 

"You kept shouting that. Well, not shouting it, but saying it. You kept 
saying, 'Oh, Tom, Tom, Tom.'" 

"Are you sure?" asked Sharon, looking down at her big plastic speed stick. 
"I dont know any Tom. I don't even remember thinking about a man named Tom." 

"I'm sure," said Drake. "Must have been your fantasy or something." Drake 
couldn't keep from giving his sister a last little inspection with his 
sleepy eyes. "I sure wish we weren't brother and sister," he said. "I would 
go ape shit over you, Sharon." 

She smiled and tip-toed into her bedroom. She leaned over her mattress and 
slipped her big plastic machine under her bed. Then she looked at her wet 
cunt. "I wish he wouldn't have stopped me that way. I was just about to have 
a perfect orgasm." She wiped her juices away with a part of the sheet. Then 
she climbed into bed. "I wonder," she considered to herself as her hand and 
an experienced finger crawled down between her twat lips, "who Tom is?" r 

SEX COMA 

"It happens when I masturbate.'' Sharon's friend smiled. "You're kidding, of 
course." 

"No," said Sharon. "Every time, just about I go into this like trance. I 
have great fantasies that I can't remember and then I cum, or maybe I cum-I 
don't know anymore-and then someone wakes me up or I go to sleep or 
something. It's like being hypnotized. And it happens just because I stick 
that speedy mechanical muscle into my twat. It's terrifying, sometimes, but 
if s mostly bitchin'." 

"Wow," said Susan. "I wish that would happen to me sometime. I just get hot 
and horny and all, and my cunt, of course, it gets juicy, but I never go 
into a trance or anything like that. I just sort of lay there and get the 
chills." 

"Well, so do I, but I also don't know about it. That's the only difference. 
And I can never quite remember what it was I was getting off on. You know 
what I mean? It's just gone the next minute afterwards. My brother found me 
mumbling 'Tom' the other night, and I had the big stick stuffed up my hole 
and I couldn't remember for the life of me what I was thinking about." 

"Could I watch you sometime? Do you think you'd be able to go into that 
trance if someone was watching?" 

"I don't know," said Sharon. "But not this afternoon." She looked at the 
clock in Susan's mother's kitchen. "Shit," she moaned. "I better get going 
right now. I don't want to be late for dinner. I'm in enough trouble around 
the house already, if you know what I mean." 

Susan leaned forward and tied her shoe. "I'll walk you to the door. I wish 
they'd make a shoelace that never came undone." Susan's titties were hanging 
down, and Sharon couldn't help but notice. "You know what?" said Sharon. "My 
breasts are about the same size as yours!" 

Susan came bold upright. "You're not supposed to say things like that." 

"We talk about jacking off but we're not gonna say stuff about each other's 
bodies? It doesn't seem right!" Sharon snickered at Susan. "I know why: 
because you used to have titties that were bigger than mine, before I went 
into puberty, but now I can get the same boys you do because my chest is 
just as large as yours. Isn't that right!" 

"You be quiet," said Susan, "or I'll tell the whole damn school about what a 
Mummy you become when you jack yourself off!" 

"Ah, shit," grunted Sharon. "I'll see ya later. I don't need you to walk me 
to the door." She left in a huff, and it was in that angry spirit which she 
walked home. "Jesus," she mumbled from time to time, "you'd think she was 
the only one in the world with a chest. What a fucking little bitch. I bet 
she doesn't even know the meaning of friendship." 

Even though Sharon was mad at her friend, she was still getting a little 
aroused. She couldn't help but wonder about who Tom was, Tom, the name she'd 
been repeating when her brother found her masturbating. She wondered what 
sort of a man her coma lover was, and she also wondered if he would show up 
again the next time she fucked herself with the big battery operated stick. 
"Jesus," she sighed, finally arriving at her own house, "I sure do hope no 
one's home." 

Sure enough, lucky for Sharon, the house was empty. There was a note on the 
living room table.: 

Dear Sharon, Your Father and I have gone bowling. We've made arrangements 
for Ellen and Drake to meet with us at the alley and then well be having 
dinner. Why don't you meet us at Brandywine? That's where we'll be eating. 
Love, Mom. 

Sharon smiled and then broke into a snicker: "While you eat dinner, "I'll be 
having myself a little snack of my own ..." 

It only took her a second or two to undress. Just as quickly, she showered. 
In front of the bedroom mirror, a six-foot piece of glass wide enough to 
accommodate an adult, Sharon inspected her body. The flesh of her teats was 
creamy colored and full. Long smooth lines sculpted out the pendular hanging 
mammaries. The nipples leaned right and left, led to the sides. The caps 
were the size of silver dollars, and the cherry buds were not only ripethey 
were hard. Her trim belly tanned easily, and the one or two days she'd spent 
in the sun prior to the beginning of summer vacation were now showing. Her 
stomach was brown and the hips around it smooth and lean. Her pelvis was 
streaked with a crescent shaped piece of white, the same color of cream, 
nearly, as her titties. Below a tight wad of pubic hair, a pelt of beaver so 
slick as to deserve special attention, coated her mound. The glazed lips 
were shining ruby red and from underneath, a light leak of juice explained 
the glistening appearance of her hole. "I love sex," she mumbled. She gave 
her loins, a scissors smooth pair of interior thighs, and the tops of her 
legs, a quick glance. Everything was supple and comely. "I'm what they call 
'nubile,'" she moaned at her own contorted face, an expression of what she 
considered sexy covering her pouting lips and half-closed eyes. "I'm so sexy 
and nubile .. . that I can't control myself . . ." She stroked her long 
silky blonde mane back behind her head: ". .. nubile . .. nubile ... nubile 
..." In this narcissistic attitude, she waved her chin upwards at the 
delectable image of herself in the mirror. "Very much so," she confirmed to 
herself, and then she winked: "nubile." 

A moment later she was scurrying naked through the house like a mouse. In 
the living room she locked the doors. She pulled the paneled louver shutters 
of her Mother's bedroom windows tightly closed. She locked the back door, 
the kitchen door, the bedroom door. She had with her, as she plopped down on 
her Mother's big clean sheets, the large plastic stick. She spread her legs 
and started in on herself without further delay. "Mmmmmm, good." 

To start off, she put the machine aside. She wanted to go au naturel into 
the land of foreplay. She worked her bare palms lightly over the tops of her 
thighs. Soon she dipped down between her legs and spread the browned loins. 
She made her way with one hand into the pelt of her twat, and with the other 
she began an assault on her ass flesh. One finger stroked deep in her cunt, 
the other wormed upwards between her buns, into her sphincter, high inside 
her asshole. It wasn't long before-were they connected channels-her two 
fingers would meet. 

"Oh, God, fuck!" cried Sharon. Her finger screwing play was getting her body 
heated up. The clitoris of her twat was upright like a miniature Eifel 
Tower. As for her sphincter and her bunghole, the thing contracted in long 
undulating swells. The teenager's smooth hips heaved now and again like a 
placid ocean stirred by some distant movement. Up, and down, and round, and 
round again went her mid-section, that platform of tender young flesh into 
which many a man would be willing to bury himself entirely. "Ah, shit," she 
sighed, her eyes unable any longer to remain open. "I'm going under, I'm 
going under, I'm going ..." 

Before she did, she grabbed the black plastic speed stick, shoved the head 
of it toward her twat and removed her finger. She replaced that successful 
digit with the rubber prong, already twirling, of the dildo. She jammed 
forward and gave her long erect clitoris a special thrill. The twisting 
rubber beat at Sharon's clit and started her off on her fantasy journey into 
the core of her erotic brains, where, once again, she met up with all the 
things and people that could make her succulent little hole even juicier 
than was natural. "Fuuuuuuckk," she grunted. "I want fuuuuuuccckkkkk!" 

The black electric post drilled deep in Sharon's already drooling damp hole. 
"More," she hummed unconsciously. "Give me more..." Her thighs were spread 
out and angled upwards so that her luscious upper legs make a pleasant V, 
one which was filled at the base of the canyon with cock stick, artificial 
and beating, "Jesus," she groaned, grinding harder and faster, "oh, fuck me 
royal..." 

It didn't take long for her to be completely embroiled in the fantasies 
crossing her mind. A long slithering snake worked its way out of undergrowth 
and attacked by sliding its slippery flesh up and around, coiling on her 
leg, its smooth head homing on the target mound. The head of the snake went 
sliding into her cunt, deeper and deeper. She grabbed it round the back of 
the body, a good eight inches away from the head and worked it the way she 
would have worked a live machine. She drew the snake in and out of her pussy 
so that the head of the reptile was sometimes buried in cunt flesh and other 
times at the entrance to her twat where it, the snake, would snap its forked 
tongue as though it knew what was inside ... 

The image changed, of course, and the snake was replaced by a huge artillery 
shell. She pushed the thing up and down in her cave, but it was too large, 
too heavy, and soon she had to give it up. She saw the snake wrapping itself 
around the useless artillery shell and left the two used phallic toys 
behind. 

A man in a shiny green suit and white shirt with a narrow tie grabbed her. 
He had a drop curl black hair-do. He had slits for eyes out of which peered 
glassy orbs. "I'm gonna run a rod up your tube, baby," said the man, 
loosening his tie. "You gonna love it" 

"Maybe I will," said Sharon, shaking her hip, "and maybe I won't," shaking 
her hip the other direction, "but one thing's for sure," and now she shook 
her hip right and then left in quick succession, "I'm willing to try!" She 
shimmied up next to him. "What's your name, greaser?" She batted heavy 
mascara lids at him. "My name's Sharon, but my buddies-" She reached between 
his legs and fondled his developing organ. "-they call me the Whiz!" She 
bumped him in the hip, ground away, let her fingers trail off the bulge in 
his trousers. She had her back to him and her hands on her hips, akimbo. 
"You ready, greaser?" 

"My name's Drake," said the greaser. 

"Hey," said Sharon, "my brother's name is Drake, too. How about that!" 

"Yeah," said the greaser. "Some coincidence, eh?" He pulled off his shiny 
green jacket Then he took off his tie and his shirt. His body was not overly 
muscular. He was, in fact, skinny, bony. "You ain't got much meat on you, 
Drake," said Sharon. "You sure you can handle someone like me?" 

"Don't worry about it," said the ho-daddy. "I'll take care of you, honey. 
You just take care of me and I'll take care of you, eh?" 

She saddled up alongside him again. "Let me start right here," said Sharon, 
reaching for his belt, "taking care of you, that is." She put a swagger in 
her voice and quickly undid his pants. She worked the buckle off first, then 
the snap and the zipper, and finally she had the crotch open. "Now," she 
said, "I think we can see what we're getting ourselves in for, eh?" She 
laughed at the notion. "You think maybe this mouse-" She squeezed on the tip 
of the meat. "-would like to get himself some cheese?" She rubbed up the 
shaft with one long finger. "Lemme look in there and see if maybe that thing 
has some sort of a tail, eh?" She drew the elastic on his pants away from 
his narrow belly. "Well, well, well," she drawled, peering over the edge of 
his underwear, "I thing we got something a little bigger than a mouse in 
there ... I might even venture to guess it's more the size of a rat ..." She 
let the elastic band loose and it snapped with a slight sting against 
Drake's belly. 

"You bitch," he scolded her. "Clean up your act." 

"Titch-titch." She waved her index finger at him. 

Then she swung around-once again having previous turned her back on him-and 
gave him the finger-her middle finger, left hand, the bone finger. "Eat it," 
she grunted. "Or make me think you're not the type who does!" She smiled and 
snickered and walked in a semi-circle about him. "Ha, ha, ha," she chortled. 
"Can't you do it, big fellow with the boner. What's the matter? Stiffled? 
Come on. You can fuck me! I'm just a little girl with big titties. Come on 
and try me. Or are you a fag?" She gave him a big belly laugh, put her hands 
on her hips and leaned forward and laughed again, loud in his ear. Then she 
whispered: "Are you a fag?" 

He lashed out at her. His hand smashed into her face. She fell backwards 
against the bare wall. She was lucky her head didn't hit. He pulled off his 
underwear. "Get down," she heard him saying. "Get down on your back and find 
out what it's like to get a good screwing." She didn't obey him, but she was 
on her back already. He mounted her before she'd recovered from the tumble. 
His meat went flying in and out of her. By the time she came to her senses, 
his joint was buried in six inches of her pussy flesh. He was flashing hot 
cum, ready jism juices. He had a finger up her asshole. She'd forgotten to 
wail, to huff and puff. But she was panting on her own. trying to forestall 
the inevitable-she was trying to make her own approaching climax last a 
little longer. Suddenly she convulsed. Her body went berserk and she started 
hammering on his back and on his face. She pounded her tightly clenched 
small female fists up and down his shoulders. He wasn't so skinny and bony 
as she thought, and that big throbbing organ of his was letting loose a 
rapid fire succession of machine gun like bursts of sperm. She wailed out at 
him, her first articulate cry since he'd smacked her on the face: "You 
fucker ... oh, God, you fucker ... FUCK!" She gave way and came. 

When it was over he pulled his rod out of her cunt and smiled. "Who's boss 
now, eh?" 

"Whoever doubted otherwise?" she asked when she caught her breath "I just 
wanted to make sure you knew!" She smiled and rested her head on his chest. 
"You have nice titties for a man." She drew the tip of one finger across one 
of his manly breasts. She pinched it off, the nipple. "I like to touch a man 
here, you see." Then she reached down to his sticky limp pecker. And here." 
She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed. "Especially here," she 
added, touching the head of his muscle with her thumb. She rolled the ball 
of her thumb up and down across the tip of his penis. The thing began 
firming again. "Oh, my," she said. "Look, Drake, it's getting harder." She 
let loose for an instant so she could watch the muscle develop into a full 
erection. "It's getting bigger." 

"It won't keep growing like that," said the young hood, "if you just look at 
it and nothing else." 

Sharon smiled. Then, sardonically, she said: "Allow me!" She climbed down to 
his organ. There she bowed at it, used her right hand to brush her hair back 
behind her head and her left to support the meat from the base, and then she 
applied her right hand and her mouth to the muscle and went right to work. 
"Mmmmmmm." She used her tongue inside her mouth to make the thing especially 
wet, and she cleaned off the cum and the juice from inside her hole. She 
made the thing wet and shiny. When it was ready-as though covered by snail's 
mucous and stiff as a piece of wood-she began to suck, to concentrate with 
her wet lips and long wet tongue on just the head. It was not long after 
that when he told her that he was ready to stuff her cunt hole. She looked 
up from his meat, holding the thing in one hand and rubbing the tip against 
the side of her face, and said: "I just want to get a couple more licks off 
on this thing. O.k.?" She didn't wait for his answer. She took to spreading 
her tongue out against the big muscle, licking up and down, but starting 
always from the base, the way a little girl would lick a popsicle, and 
stroking up to the tip. She did that three times in a row before puckering 
her lips one more time and sucking them right off of the tip of the crown, 
as if this were her swan-song suck to his penis head. 

"Now," she said, adjusting her position so that her long legs were spread 
around his hips, "I think we can get this thing into my hole, eh?" She 
reached down between her squatting thighs and nestled a finger up inside her 
tube. Apparently finding what she wanted, she used her other hand to get 
hold of the pecker. She matched the two, the penis and her vagina, by 
waddling forward. When she was within range she sat down on the meat. In it 
went, up high into the juicy territory of her insides. "Ahhiee" she uttered. 
"I love it!" 

"Not bad," grunted Drake. He wiggled his hips from side to side. Shoving 
upwards, he gave her the rest of his hefty cock meat. "Now you got something 
to grind on, honey, eh?" 

She waved her body from left to right, like a mermaid swimming in place on 
her throne. "Yes, indeed, baby doll. This is a lot more like it!" She rested 
her hands on her chest and in as graceful a manner as possible reached one 
hand back between their two sets of genitalia and began playing with his 
traveling boner and jangling balls. "Mmmmm," she hummed, tickling him a bit, 
"I do like the feel of that flesh stick of yours when you get up inside 
there really good." 

With that he cocked his hips and gave her a good shove with his cock. The 
head of his meat went all the way to the back of her cave where it pressed 
heartily up against the back wall of flesh there. "I like it too," he told 
her. "Let's have a squeeze." 

She bore down hard. Undulating muscles took on their natural primitive 
rhythm. Her hips bounced and danced in front of him. She leaned down close 
and her long titties rubbed at his hairless body. Her big creamy mammaries 
were a bonus feel for his galvanized body. "I love to give a good fuck," 
muttered Sharon before she leaned all the way down and gave the man her 
tongue in a long luscious French kiss. "I really do love to fuck," she 
repeated when she pulled away from his face and continued swinging her hips 
round and round on that boner of meat. "I can't get over how nice and thick 
it feels in there. You must have fucked a few women before me, eh?" 

"A few," he said, "but now's not the time to talk about that!" He shot 
upwards and released his second wad of hot baby-juice. Up into her cave went 
the squirting sticky stuff. He splattered all over the back of her vagina. 
Simultaneously, he planted a finger in her bunghole. He pushed upwards and 
enjoyed the feel of her interior muscles contracting around his digit and 
flesh prong at the same time. "Mmmm, baby dolly, you know your stuff. You 
really do know your stuff." 

Sharon felt the chills streaking upwards on the skin of her back. They 
started on her hips and in the small of her back. They climbed and cropped 
up further along, between her shoulder blades, over the top of her 
shoulders, around and up her neck. When the chill reached her brain, she 
became orgasmic. Long flowing muscles on the inside of her twat juiced 
profusely. Extraordinary contractions began from the back of her cunt and 
moved forward, griping and milking the thick electric prong of plastic 
crammed into her twat hole. 

Her thighs shivered and opened up so that her pussy was completely 
vulnerable. In it was the hot piece of egg-beater, the long thick artificial 
muscle. The back of her tube was as hot and lusty as the clitoris which was 
twitching. She didn't know which way to move, which way to turn. There was a 
puddle quickly forming under her ass cheeks. She knew she was hotter than 
ever, that she was in the middle of some sort of poly-orgasmic climax. But 
she couldn't figure out what was making it all possible. Her body was 
sweating in lusty masturbatory excess. 

"Jesus fuck ... shit ..." she heard herself moaning. She didn't believe it 
was her female voice, her womanly passions that were taking her over. She 
looked down between her legs and saw the fist-her fist-which carted the 
mechanical penis in and out of her cunt. "Oh ... God ... fuck," she sighed. 

Her breath was slowing. Her heart was still beating hard, but whatever it 
was that had taken over her body was slowing down now. It was coming to a 
standstill. It would leave her until the next time, she knew-until the next 
time she crammed that beautiful gyrating poker up inside her twat slit. 
"Christ," she murmured, "this thing is really something." She held it up in 
front of her face. It was dripping clit juice. She smiled and couldn't 
resist: she loved that machine and like the child who doesn't know the 
difference between the food it's fed and the hand that feeds it, she began 
licking the thing. She licked it until it was clean of all of her own 
vaginal juices. 

THAT SEXY SUMMER 

Naturally, the summer vacation brought more and more occasions for Sharon to 
be alone in the house with her fuck machine. It wasn't unusual, for example, 
for her parents to go away for the weekend, for her sister and brother to 
have dates. That would leave Sharon alone in the house with all the time in 
the world to make herself as happy as possible with the machine. 

And the more she played with her joy stick, the more her clit developed. 
Even by mid-August there was a noticeable difference in the size and shape 
of her clit. Where before the little piece of glazed ruby flesh had a 
tendency to look short and stubby, now it was robust, thick and longer than 
before, fatter and more sensitive, too. All that Sharon had to do, for 
instance, to get her juices going, was to reach down between her 
legs-whether she wore panties or not-and touch herself in the right area. A 
wave of chills and a surge of juice started right up. 

Sometimes at the dinner table she would find herself uncomfortable with the 
topic of conversation, or bored or left out. It didn't matter what, but to 
distract herself she merely had to reach between her luscious thighs and 
find out her willing clit. The tender little morsel came to her aid on many 
such occasions, popping right up out of its holster and giving Sharon 
something to do while the adults and her siblings spoke about what concerned 
them. While the family grew more and more heated about this or that 
political concept, or about a new piece of neighborhood gossip, Sharon was 
busily making her body hotter, feverish, in fact, and ready for the night's 
lusty masturbatory activity. 

It wasn't long before she became an expert in stimulating herself in public. 
She could get herself started up without anyone having the least idea what 
she was doing. She could be sitting on the floor pretending to study her 
homework when in fact she had the heel of her foot bent upwards under her 
pubis in such a manner that it rubbed when she rocked back and forth on her 
clitoris. The meaty little thing would twitch at attention and the juices 
would begin to pour. 

Of course, Sharon couldn't let herself go all the way-at least not in 
public. Once she'd made the mistake of letting herself get carried away 
while some other friends of hers were talking about some boy from school. 
The other girls were saying how they were looking forward to the beginning 
of the next school year because that would mean they could meet this new boy 
Gary. Sharon had seen Gary, and now, as the other girls spoke about what a 
handsome lad he was, she began to let the heel of her foot go to work on her 
cunt-pecker. Since they were at the beach, it was only natural that she was 
sitting on her leg that way, but what wasn't natural was the little moan she 
made as she became so feverish with her masturbating that she fell backwards 
and lost her balance. The other girls came over to her. They thought she'd 
passed out or something, but apparently someone had smelled, despite the 
salty ocean breeze, the tell-tale musky scent of Sharon's hot sex juice. 
They snickered, made fun of her, carried on like a gaggle of geese, but none 
of them admitted that they, too, wished they could get so hot so fast! 

By the end of August, Sharon had tried out any one of a number of things 
inside her fleshy little hole. One afternoon she used the handle of a soup 
spoon to get herself started, and then she finished off with just her 
fingers. Another time she applied a bourbon bottle to the clitoral position 
in her twat. Alternating between drinks and strokes, she got too drunk to 
end in masturbatory bliss. Rather, she finished up hung over and was found, 
just in time, by her sister who carted her off to bed and cleaned up the 
mess of bourbon and ooze, a considerable puddle of each having been left 
behind by Sharon. 

* * * 

One summer afternoon, thinking that she was alone for not only the afternoon 
but for the evening as well, Sharon pulled out all of her old magazines. She 
thumbed through the color folios in search of a particular picture. She 
wasn't concerned with the contents of the pictures, just the affects. She 
wanted one which would make her quite sexually high. She wanted to be 
stimulated sexually. 

At first she thought that the photo of a couple embraced in sixty-nine would 
get her going. She undressed with the picture open on her bed. But by the 
time she got everything but her panties off, her ardor had cooled and the 
photo had lost its affect. She sat down on the edge of the bed and turned 
the page. The next picture, of a man with a big boner and a woman with her 
legs spread on a bed-she being prepared to accommodate the man's needs held 
no special appeal for the teenage masturbator. Although she liked the looks 
of that big boner on the man, and despite the fact that she thought it might 
be fun to have a dark-haired twat like the woman in the picture, she wasn't 
especially turned on. 

But when she turned to the next picture, and discovered a glossy color 
rendition of a woman with large hanging mammaries and big red titty tips, 
and behind her, his pecker resting on her shoulder, a very muscular blonde 
man-Sharon had to stop and consider the possibility of jacking her clit up. 
"Wow," she moaned. "He's got his cock on her neck and her shoulder there. 
And you can even see his balls. I got to get started." 

She whipped off her panties. The inside of her slit was already oily and 
well-lubricated with natural juices which had begun to pour. The clit on the 
teenage masturbator was upright and highly flickable. Only one more thing 
was needed: her battery operated speed stick. She fetched it out from under 
her mattress and frantically arranged the things on her bed so that she 
could lay down and enjoy herself. 

But once she actually was in bed with her legs spread and her hand holding 
he machine ready, she couldn't seem to get up the courage to stick the 
device inside her cunt. She didn't know why, but once again she'd lost the 
inclination. "Fuck," she murmured, "what the hell has happened to me? Why 
can't I stick myself with this thing? I've done it so many times before, 
I've always enjoyed it-or at least I go into one of my sex comas and come 
out feeling better-why can't I enjoy myself now?" 

She couldn't figure out what was the matter. She picked up her tool and the 
magazine and a tube of lubricant which was handy and went out into the hall. 
There she rearranged everything on the hardwood floor. She thought that 
maybe some new environment would make it more possible to get off. She 
spread herself out and opened her thighs. The inside of her hole was leaking 
a terrific amount of ooze, and her clit was upright and ready. 

Sharon decided to finger herself a little first. That way she would know for 
sure if she was ready. With the magazine folded open at her right, she 
placed a digit on top of her clit. She stared at the picture of the man with 
his cock on the woman's shoulder and started flicking her little clit button 
up and down. She massaged the tender little knob and this time the sexy 
thoughts started coming. She knew she'd found the right place to enjoy 
herself: right on the hallway floor. 

When she was beginning to get off on her finger, the ringing of the 
telephone interrupted. At first, Sharon ignored the persistent jangle. Had 
she been already in her sex coma she'd have never been the least bothered by 
the telephone. But since she was a few strokes just before passing out, she 
not only heard the phone but was angered by it. "Fuck me," she moaned, 
giving in to the distraction. She reached up to the table on which the phone 
rested and answered it. 

"Hello," she said in a disgruntled voice. She kept her other hand down 
between her legs, her finger still flicking her clit. There was heavy 
breathing on the other end. She wondered who it could be. "Hello," she 
repeated herself. 

There was no answer. 

"Hello?" 

When again there was no answer, she looked strangely at the phone and 
reached up to the table with it. She replaced it in the cradle. "Fucking 
mysteries," she groaned. "I hate them." 

She went back to working out on her clit. She had lost her place for a 
moment, but now she was back on track. She had her finger sliding to and fro 
across the slippery tip of her clit-nub, and her eyes caressed the page 
showing the nude couple, the man with his cock on the lady's shoulder. The 
phone rang again. 

This time Sharon picked up the phone and said sweetly: "Hello? Well, listen 
Mr. Nobody, I want nothing to do with your mysterious lack of identity." She 
clicked off the button with one hand and when she came up with a dial tone 
she started using the phone to rub her cunt. That way the phone couldn't 
ring again, for one thing, and for another Sharon was able to use the 
mouthpiece for a nice little rubbing on her twat. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "just 
right." She stroked up and down across her hole lips. It didn't take but two 
or three pulls for her cunt to boil. She was ready for the dildo. 

Only half-conscious of what she was doing, Sharon slid the phone away and 
replaced it with the big black electric stick. That thing was thick, the 
diameter of a jumbo flashlight size battery, and it was long, about as long 
as a man's big shoe. She forced the mobile head and rubber prong into 
position. It didn't take much-more like cutting butter with a hot knife-to 
get the head in place at the back of her channel. "Get ready oblivion," she 
shouted, "here comes another customer!" 

And with that she rolled her eyes, rested her head against the wall behind 
her back, and slouched down low with her legs slung wide open and her knees 
raised. She reached under her right leg with her right hand and took hold of 
the machine. Then she took her left hand and lifted her fanny and sat down 
in her left palm. Now she held the dildo in her right hand from underneath 
and her anus in her left, also from underneath. She had herself, as they 
say, coming and going. "Oh, boy ... oh, boy ... oh, boy," she muttered. 
"This is going to be just a little better than fucking righteous!" She 
clicked the machine on and slid a finger into her asshole. Her eyes shut 
automatically and her brain drifted off to the land of sexual Oz. She 
climbed the bliss ladder. 

She could feel her hands getting lighter, her body ascending toward heaven. 
She was moving toward the Second Cuming. It wasn't far off, she knew, and it 
was never what she thought it would be. It was like nothing and everything 
all at once, combined and stirred into a juice stew. Her twat lips swelled 
with hot fresh blood as the gyrating machine worked out of her clit, on the 
inner walls, at the back of her cave. Everywhere her body filled with 
desire. Her titty tips popped up and outwards. Her cherry nubs were bright 
red, vermilion. Her chest heaved with a hunger for fresh breath. She sweated 
up and down her luscious skin. Every part of her body was wet and 
stimulated. And the machine kept twirling, twisting inside her cave, deeper 
and deeper... and her finger was buried in her asshole flesh, in her long 
anus.. . when her mind gave way to the sexual thoughts which could make her 
even hotter, hornier, sexier: 

"Shit me around, girl," moaned a young man in a slick blue Cadillac. He 
leaned from the car and yanked on Sharon's arm. "You act like a slut, honey, 
and you'll get treated like a whore. You understand me?" 

She hadn't meant to hold out on him. It had just happened that way. "I'm 
sorry, Chuck," she said. "I didn't mean it. Really, I didn't." 

He smiled. Big white teeth, one of which was filled with a star-shaped gold 
filling in the front, shined at her. "It's o.k., darling. You just keep 
walking and I'll see if we can't make amends." He let her loose and the 
Caddie sped away. She was alone on the black night streets. She started 
walking. 

Against the brick buildings behind her, in various states of abandon, were 
women in red skirts and heels. They had on different kinds of blouses, heels 
and stockings, and they had different colored hair, but they all wore the 
same colored red skirt. Only Sharon wore black. And hers wasn't a skirt-it 
was a black evening dress. Her heels were spiked, four inches worth. Her 
dress was cut deep in the front and her huge pendular titties could be seen 
swaying underneath. The nipples were so excited that they pushed at the 
gauze of the material. She swung her hips and kept walking. When she turned 
the corner she saw two men. One was lighting a cigarette. She could see 
their faces. They were wearing hats. One had a mustache, the other was clean 
shaven with rugged features. They both had on suits, brown suits with broad 
lapels and they both wore fly-away collared shirts and fat ties. Their coats 
were buttoned but she could tell by the knots that the ties were fat. The 
clean-shaven one blew out the match and she could no longer see their faces. 
She kept walking toward them. 

Just as Sharon was about to pass one of the men said something. "Say, 
honey," she heard, "maybe you and I could work something out." She felt a 
hand slide over her bottom. "Charley, cool it," said the same voice. "You 
got to pay first." She kept walking. Behind her now was the click of the 
men's shoes on the wet night pavement. She kept moving. It was a sure sale, 
but she wanted to make it count. It had to be a big sale, plenty of money in 
order to keep Chuck happy. The man in the Cadillac was not happy and Sharon 
knew that it was her fault. She wanted to get more money together, make it 
big so that she could get Chuck to dig her again. 

"Hey baby," said the clean-shaven man from behind, "I think I can help you, 
if it's help you're looking for." 

"I thought maybe," said Sharon though she kept walking, "that it was you 
needed help." 

"Ha," he laughed, "that's true." She heard him whisper: "Charley, take a 
walk. I want to do this myself." 

"But-hey-I thought-" 

"Charley,'' said the clean-shaven one, "I said take a walk. Now beat it. 
Here. Here's ten bucks. Get happy. Leave me alone and get happy." 

A pair of footsteps angled off behind her, and then Sharon knew that there 
was only one man behind her, only one set of footsteps in the dark, and they 
belonged to the clean-shaven one. "Hey, baby," he called after her, "wait 
up. Gimmee a minute. I want to talk to you." 

How many times, she wondered, had she heard those words? Hey baby, gimme a 
minute, I want to talk to you, I think we could make beautiful music, you 
and me, you know what I mean, just you and me and a bottle of wine and back 
at my apartment and maybe tomorrow at the beach or anywhere you like jus t 
so long as your know what I'm talking about. .. you do know, don't you baby 
... what I'm talking about? She just kept walking. "Hustle up if you want 
something from me, Mister I got very little time for talk." 

He came running up behind her. "Yeah, I understand," he said, pulling up 
alongside in the dark. "But we don't want to waste all our energy rushing 
down the street now, do we? Come on, let's head back that way. I know a 
place-" 

"Let's settle up, first," she said. "Business is business." She looked at 
his eyes for the first time. They were clear. She could see, even in the 
dimly lit street light, that his eyes were cool and clear. "I don't want to 
sound too cold about it, but I got a man who keeps me hopping." 

"I understand," he said, and she watched him reach for his inside pocket, 
for his wallet. He handed her a large bill. "Will that do?" he asked. 

"Yeah," she said. "That'll help a lot." 

T need a lot of help," said the clean-shaven man. His eyes roved down from 
her face and across her chest. "I think you can give it to me, too." 

"I'll try," she said. "I can only try." 

Upstairs in the hotel room it wasn't that much brighter, except for every 
now and then when a red and blue neon light flashed on. In that kind of 
on-again, off-again light they undressed. There wasn't anything personal 
about it. Sharon got her dress unzipped and the whole outfit fell into a 
pile around her feet. She stepped out of her heels and she was ready. As for 
the clean-shaven man, he was just a little slower. He draped his clothes 
over an old wooden chair. 

She came over to him. Her hand went across his leg. Her wrist brushed 
against his thigh as she took hold of his penis. It was still accordioned up 
with itself. "Go slow," said the man. 

"What's your name?" she asked. "For a hundred bucks I call a man by his 
name." 

"Rex." 

"Rex," she repeated. "That's funny. My father's name is Rex. Isn't that 
funny?" 

"Sure," he said. "Sure." 

She fell down on her knees between his legs. She took his cock in her hands. 
The head brushed up against her lips. They were moist. She lifted the 
growing member upwards, stuck out her tongue and licked the underside. Then 
she held it sideways and nibbled on the side of the shaft as if it was a 
corncob. But she did more licking than nibbling. She held it the other way, 
too, so she could roll her lips from the base to the tip. She sucked up the 
head and went to work making that big member longer and thicker than it 
already was. Pretty soon Rex had a big erection, bigger than Sharon could 
fit into her mouth. 'There," she said, "how's that, Rex?" 

"That's good for a beginning," he told her. "How's your insides?" 

"You tell me," she said. The neon light flashed on and her face looked blue 
and clown red. Her eyes were large and the pupils were wide open. Her whites 
were clear. She was on her knees with his meat in her hands. She started up. 
The light flashed off, and the room flickered back into darkness. She felt 
her way up his body. She crawled her long young fingers along his pelvis and 
sideways to his hips. She held on tight and used him for support. She lifted 
herself up next to him. Then she wrapped her legs around his thigh. "I just 
want to get a feel of this muscle of yours," she said. 

"Good," he said. "You go ahead an' help yourself." 

She stopped for a second, hesitated, and then pulled away. "Shit, you got a 
lot of nerve: 'help yourself. Jesus, fuck ..." She shook her head and paced 
the room. Then she sat down on the side of the bed. The neon flickered 
again, and this time only blue caught her body on the side. She was a blue 
silhouette, luminescent flesh hanging soft and cool, as though some lake had 
taken shape in the form of her body. The light flicked off again. She turned 
and looked at him. "I'm tired of being used. I'm sorry. It's not your fault. 
It's not your fault at all." She looked down between her legs. There was a 
humming and the neon flashed. She was basked in the light from it. She 
shielded her eyes and looked at him: "Figures that I'd blow my lid with one 
of the nice ones, eh? Doesn't it figure that the best trick of the night 
would get the blame for all the other shit ... I'm sorry ..." The humming 
stopped and the light went out and she lowered her hand from above her eyes. 
"Like I said, it's not your fault at all." 

He came over and sat next to her. "Good," he said. Tm glad. It doesn't 
matter really about who's fault it is, but Tm glad it's not mine." 

She put her hand on his thigh. "You a football player or something?" 

"Me? Oh hell no!" he laughed. "Not in a million years!" 

"You got legs like one. I screwed a quarterback once, and his legs weren't 
half as nice as this." Her hand wandered up between his thighs, to his balls 
and his cock. "Our little talk didn't help much, eh?" 

"Serious things don't help me, I guess," he said. 

She leaned forward and pressed her lips up against his. She gave him her 
tongue, searched around his mouth and found the right place for it. She 
kissed him long and hard and pressed her two big titties against his manly 
body. When she left his mouth it was to get up to his ear. She gave him her 
wet tongue and hot breath. A tingle crept up behind him, along his spine and 
into his neck. He embraced her and took her down flat on the bed. Her 
titties rubbed up and down against his chest. Most of his lower body weight 
was between her thighs. He pressed into her groin and rubbed t her mound. 
The pelt was wet with juice, and a silky ooze coated the lips. He was 
looking down between their bodies when the neon flashed. Her lips were 
glazed with a silvery sheen that shown red and blue in the flickering light. 
When the light went out the lips were only silvery. 

"I can feel your boner down there," she said. She reached for it, grabbed at 
the head and directed the mushroom tip toward the inside of her pussy. Td 
like to have some of that nice cock muscle inside me, Rex." 

"Sure you would, baby. Sure you would." He raised his hips. That gave her 
the right angle. Sharon pulled the meat arrow into her twat. Rex lowered his 
body into place. It was comfortable for both of them. His joint filled her 
tight channel. She rolled her hips left and right. The pussy flesh of the 
inside of her cunt went rubbing and sliding back and forth on his pecker. 
"That's good, kid," he told her. "That's really fucking damn good. I like 
that." 

"Yeah," she said, "and me, too!" She reached around his buttocks and patted 
them with her two hands. She worked her palms in gentle circles on his hairy 
ass cheeks. "I like this, too," she said. "It's fun to get a little squeeze 
from a man's ass, you know that? Just a little piece!" She tugged on his 
buns with her two hands, with her kneading fingers. 

"Wow," he said. "I like the way you play, sweetheart. You keep me going 
strong." 

"It's fun," she said, rolling her hips up into his pelvis. "You like the 
insides?" She squeezed, milked and tugged his thick mushroom headed prong. 

"Yeah, the insides," he told her, "are the best of all." 

Her sweet interior muscles squeezed around his rod. Milking him like that, 
she was able to start up the pre-orgasmic throbs which would eventually pump 
out his cum. She pulled her pelvic bone down across the top of his meat and 
flipped her clitoris with crown-rim of his mushroom head. "Ahhh, soft," she 
said. "Soft and sweet" He pumped his joint deeper in her body and waited for 
her to respond. 

She wrapped her hands around his face and kissed him in the mouth. She 
pressed her titties up into his torso. Her spread thighs heated to a 
feverish pitch. Her body craved even more of his joint than he had given 
her. "Come on," she said, "down deep. All the way in. Come on. Fuck me." He 
gave her more of his joint all the way in, just as she wanted it. 

Sharon began to squeal. A steady scream, interrupted only by her own huffing 
and puffing, echoed in the room. "Jesus fuck," grunted Rex. "You're pretty 
damn fucking hot eh." 

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Pretty damn."-He rolled his hips and started 
squirting cum. 

"I car. fee! it," she whispered. T can feel it squirting inside me." His 
joint spouted semen into her juicy canal. Pretty soon she was flooded out. 
Her long muscles kept pulling, stroking and sliding on his thick cock shaft. 
It wasn't long before she had had her full. A moment later he extracted his 
rod from her vagina. It was dripping wet, and her pussy was drooling out 
cum. "Jesus F. Christ," he said. "You're damn good, baby. Damn fucking 
good." 

"Thanks," she said. "I wish I had had an orgasm." 

"You're also a bit of a bitch," he told her. "I didn't need to hear that." 

"I'm sorry," she said. "Let me lick you clean." She was down on his hog 
before he could say no. She licked at the shaft, balls and tip. She cleaned 
him. "I'm sorry," she said again when she came up alongside him. "I didn't 
mean anything." 

"Sure you did," he said, "but I'm a customer and I don't like pressure, you 
know." He smiled and pushed her down on her back. He fucked her again and 
this time she came. She juiced all over his rod. 

When it was all over he told her that there was one more thing he wanted. 
"What's that?" she asked. "You want a little ream out or what?" 

"Not quite," he said. "Why don't you go over on your belly." 

"Oh, no," she said, "I don't want that. I just don't-" 

"Over," he said, and with brute strength he flipped her over on her belly. 
He gave her a good punch in the buns, with his fist: "I can be just as mean 
and cruel as any of your customers, you know?" He pulled her cheeks open. 
"Hold yourself like that." 

She reached back and held her two ass cheeks apart. He looked at the 
v-shaped crack. He leaned down and inspected her sphincter. "Nice and 
tight," he said, hooking a finger into the circle of muscle there. "I like 
that." He stroked out and then back in, this time into the cunt orifice. He 
came back with a finger coated with sweet ooze. He applied that to the rear 
crotch. "Just to make you a little wet and easy, eh?" 

She shook her head. "Anyway you want it," she said. "You're the customer." 
She thought about how wrong she'd been about the clean-shaven man. She 
thought maybe he'd have treated her right, that maybe he'd have been her 
Prince Charming. But it was obvious that he wasn't, that he was nice but 
that he wanted his sex, too. Actually, she couldn't blame him for that. Why 
not give it to him, she considered. Maybe he would be nice to her 
afterwards. "If you want more ooze," she said, "let me have your hand." She 
reached back and took his finger between her thighs and pressed the digit up 
into her hole. She took that finger and greased it up righteously so that he 
could coat her anus with it. He did that and said that he appreciated the 
help. She held her buttocks open so that he could put his meat into her ass 
hole. 

"Ugh," she grunted as the hefty spear shot forward and cracked her bunghole 
about as wide as she could ever remember having it. "That's amazing-I 
thought-oooh, God, ffuuuuccck, nnnooooo!" But it was much too late for that 
kind of protest. 

Rex had her around the waist. One hand fondled at her clitoris, the other 
worked on her titties. He didn't miss a trick. He worked out on her pussy 
and he was careful to make sure her titties were heated. He used his cock 
shoved up her anus to get her painfully high. A moment later and he was 
blasting her insides with hot cum. He gave her both barrels and then some. 
When it was over he yanked out of her butt and fell into a slump of spent 
heated flesh alongside her body. "That was nice," he said. "Really fucking 
nice." 

She fell over on her side and looked out into the darkness of the hotel 
room. The neon light fluttered and then went out altogether. When it should 
have come back on it didn't. Even the hotel was closed for the night. 

* * * 

When Sharon came to her senses, she was seated-and spread-on the hardwood 
floor of the hallway. Her black battery-operated plastic dildo was laying on 
the floor twirling. It sounded like the thing was grinding to a stop. The 
batteries were going dead. The inside of her luscious unfucked virgin hole 
was about as wet with sloppy clit ooze as possible. She'd cum, but she 
couldn't remember how. She didn't remember the fantasy about having been a 
whore, nor did she remember having had a man named Rex, named just like her 
father. She was in a slight daze, nearly a stupor. She reached out and 
flicked off the machine. "Jesus," she moaned, "what's that buzzing?" She was 
flat on the floor when she rolled over. In front of her was the earpiece 
from the telephone. It took her a minute to focus on the thing. She kept 
staring at it. "What's that noise?" she asked herself. "Why doesn't it 
stop?" She reached out and drew one finger across the mouthpiece portion of 
the plastic hook. "It's the telephone," she murmured to herself. "It's the 
telephone." It was still humming. She stared awkwardly at it, her arm 
stretched out and her face looking along the length of it. At the end of her 
arm was her finger and the finger pointed to the source of the noise, the 
ear-piece: "What the hell," she demanded to know, "goes on here?" She 
suddenly recognized the sound. It was the dial tone. Fully aware of where 
she was, at last, Sharon climbed to her feet, bringing with her the 
telephone. "Jesus, fuck," she grunted, looking around at her feet. There was 
a puddle of juice. She hung up the telephone and set about the task of 
cleaning up the mess made from masturbating on the hallway floor. 

THE BOY NEXT DOOR? 

In early September, Sharon saw a young man who's looks she very much liked. 
He was broad-shouldered, short-necked, curly-haired, and young. He lived two 
doors down from her house with his parents, and he was easily the prettiest 
boy she'd ever laid eyes on. Of course, her evaluation of the boy as being 
handsome, strong, intelligent-in brief, her dream come true-had a great deal 
to do with the fact that she'd spent a week at camp without her speedy 
little masturbation rod: she was horny as a cat in heat. 

But that didn't stop her from fantasizing about the young man. She pictured 
herself alone with him on the beach, his big muscle basking in her hot cunt 
flesh. She saw herself sitting on his face in the privacy of her bedroom. 
Often, she pretended to be sucking him off, giving him some of the nicest 
head he could ever get. She loved the idea of licking a rod she'd never seen 
before. She could make it up as she went along. She could see the balls, 
then the thick base, and then the big spongy tip. And naturally, the joint 
was always stiff and ready to perform inside her body holes-in any one of 
her body holes! 

It was only natural that Sharon assumed, the next time she masturbated, that 
the source of her pleasure would be this young man, the new neighbor. Of 
course, she would have no way of telling for sure since she still went into 
a coma just before cuming, but it didn't bother her that she couldn't 
positively identify the source of her satisfaction-just so long as she knew 
for sure who got her started. 

So it was, then, that on the first day back from camp, at home alone and 
awaiting her parents' arrival, she pulled out her magic black pecker device 
and arranged herself nude on her bed, there to begin thinking about her new 
neighbor who'd she'd seen for a total of fifteen seconds all together. Even 
though she'd only had a glimpse of him, though, she was able to conjure up a 
perfect recollection of his features, his dark ruddy face, his tightly 
curled black hair, his strange, foreboding eyes. She saw him coming 
toward-her with his sexual organ at full mast. "Come on," she moaned to 
herself as she slipped the machine into place between her twat lips, "come 
to me and fuck." 

In order to get the stiff electric stick all the way into her channel, she 
rolled her hips left and right, spread her legs open wide, and even reached 
down below with one finger and opened her pussy lips. She applied a digit to 
her clit while the stroking black rod went down deep inside her hole. "I 
love you, neighbor boy," she moaned. "I really do love you." 

This was, of course, all fantasy. The young woman really didn't even know 
the neighbor. She just knew that she wanted to be in love, and that boy's 
body would suffice for a place to storehouse her affections. With that kind 
of thinking, she went vigorously to work on her cunt hole. 

But when she began to drift, it wasn't with the neighbor's body in mind that 
Sharon achieved her sexual satisfaction. Rather it was with a completely 
different fantasy, one which, as she climaxed, she forgot entirely: 

"Oh, God, I love to be tied down," she gasped. "Make the bonds tighter. Make 
my ankles spread apart wide. I need to feel like I can't get away at all. 
Really tie me up good." She moaned at her captor, her brother. "Do it so 
that I can't possibly get away." 

"Shit," he moaned, "I don't want to hurt you, Sharon." 

"Hurt me. Please. Hurt me. Make it count. Make it for real!" 

He climbed onto her body. Like her, he was completely naked. His big stiff 
member, which she hadn't seen since childhood, was now fully mature and 
ready for fucking. "Stick it in me," she said when she felt it climbing her 
loin. "I want it inside me. Hot and inside!" 

"Hang on," he said. "Hold your horses, sis." 

He rubbed his member up against her silky pelt. He wanted to take his time. 
The fuck would be that much better. He stroked in and around the pussy, but 
never did he go all the way. He wanted it to last. He wanted to have a first 
rate orgasm. She knew he didn't give a damn about her, and that made the 
fucking with her brother that much more exciting. 

"Come on," moaned Sharon, "give it to me!" 

He gave the head of his meat. "Can you feel that?" 

"Oh, God, yes," she sighed. "You think I'm senseless? I can feel that 
alright. It's delicious. It's the best feel I've had in years. Rub hard." 

He stroked her clit with the head of his meat. Almost involuntarily, 
overcome by the passion of her juices and her sweet flesh and of his own 
horniness, he slowly descended further into his sister's hot hole. If she 
hadn't been tied, she'd have pulled him down faster, made him come into her 
at full force from the beginning. But it was better this way, better to make 
it last longer. His joint rubbed slowly down further into Sharon's hungry 
wet orifice. 

"When you're done," she told him, "I'm going to lick you clean. I'm going to 
eat your asshole and lick your toes. I'm going to kiss your armpits and make 
you the hottest man in the world. I'm going to get another fuck from you, 
bro, and it's going to be up my anus. You hear me? You'll never be able to 
resist me. You hear? I'm going to make your cock as hard as steel, as hot as 
coal, as stiff as a rock is hard. It's going to be beautiful. You're going 
to love it." 

"Promises," he said. "I get promises every day. Right now I got your twat 
and it makes me feel good." He pushed his hips down into hers. He gave her 
all of his meat in one long stroke. He felt her interior muscles go to work 
on his rod. "We should have been doing this a long time ago," he whispered 
in her ear. He mouthed one of her breasts and sucked up the little nipple 
until it was big as a boulder marble. "Mmmmm," she hummed. "I like that." 

He hitched his hips and shot forward, the way a bow is strung and fired off. 
He let his joint go flying. He hit the mark, too, right on target The back 
of her cunt inflamed, fired up with his spurting juices. He dumped his wad 
and pulled out. 

"Oh, God," she grunted, "why did you stop?" 

"I'm done, that's why. What do you think? I came for a swim?" 

"Please," she said. You have to untie me and let me get off. I need to get 
off." 

"In a minute," said her brother. "Right now I got to rest up a little and 
enjoy myself some more." He stroked his sister's long ample thigh. The flesh 
was browned from the long summer, and the insides were supple and soft. "I 
like your leg," he told her. 

"I like hearing that," she said back, "but I like it better when you fuck me 
with your cock." He reached over and started flicking her clitoris. He 
pulled the little piece of red meat back and forth like a light switch. 
"That's good," she said. "That'll get me going again. That's good. Keep 
doing it." Her head was tied down but she could look between her tits and 
down at his hand where he was rubbing at her clitoris. "Mmmm," she said, 
"why don't you let me up out of these straps and I'll lick you at the same 
time?" 

"Alright," he said. "Since you're such a fucking nag about it. Why not?" He 
undid the straps and just as she said she would she jumped for his cock. She 
attached her mouth to the mushroom head and squeezed at the base of the 
joint. She worked her fingers around the balls and licked up and down the 
stick. "Other side," she said. He rolled over and she licked him there. 

"Now," she said, "it's time for my anal fuck. I want it up the asshole. Can 
you do it, brother Drake?" 

"Smile," he said, "and I'll show you what I can do." 

She winked at him and turned around on the bed. "Now," she said, "I'll just 
reach back there and hold things wide open for you. That way you can get 
that muscle of yours buried knee-deep in ass flesh and I can get off, eh?" 
She laughed at him, and then she told him to really jam it in there. He did 
that and she went wailing forwards to grab the head of the bed. "I didn't 
know," she told him, "you could do it so hard!" 

His meat was stuck like a dart in her ass flesh. It was half-way in. "You 
ain't had nothing," he said. "Get ready." He reached down and held her 
cheeks even wider open. He shoved forward and his dynamite-powerful hips 
thrust his flesh rocket forward like an ICBM. He crammed his sister's anus 
full of hot cock muscle. "Ooooh, shit, fuck," she wailed. "I didn't know you 
could go in that far! Fuck, shit, piss! STOP! NO MORE!" 

"Stop? No more?" He shook his head. "What? Are you kidding? I get half-way 
into my sister's asshole and you think I'm going to stop? Forget it, babe. 
You're getting the whole fucking meat, jism juice and all. (Look at it from 
the positive side: you can't get pregnant this way ...)." He smiled and 
throbbed off, squirted out his cum juice, up high, way into her bowels. She 
didn't know what hit her, and when she did realize, it was too late: he was 
pulling his joint out of her asshole. 

"Ugh," she grunted, "that's too fucking much, Rex." 

"Yes, he said, "but I haven't even begun." 

She looked up. She realized that she had called the first man, her fantasy 
fucker, Drake, and that this one she was calling Rex. She looked more 
closely. It was her father. "Oh, God, no," she said. "What would Mommy say?" 

Another voice in her head assured her: "It's only a fantasy, darling. We can 
do whatever we want in our brains. It's of no consequence to anybody. You 
can fuck Daddy, and Brother, and even your Sister if you want to. Don't 
worry about a thing . .." The voice faded and Rex appeared-Rex, her Father. 

"Oh, shit, no," she moaned. "No, Daddy, no." She was running from him, 
running down a stretch of beach and looking every now and then over her 
shoulder. But no matter how fast she ran he was gaining on her. He had a big 
long metal sword in his hand and he was getting closer and closer to her. 
Finally, he caught up. But the minute the sword touched her body, the scene, 
the fantasy, changed. 

"Fuck," she grunted, no more aware of herself than Alice falling down the 
Rabbit Hole, "where am I? Where am I? Where am..." Her voice echoed as her 
nude body twisted in black space. "Where ... am ... I?" The plastic dildo, 
loaded with fresh batteries, the rubber prong twisting and twirling, came 
spinning at her like a massive bullet shot from a bazooka, a torpedo 
threatening her life. "Oh, please, help," she grunted, "Daddy, Daddy, 
Daddy..." She landed on her back looking up at a clear blue sky. 

There was a conversation to her left She looked down her chest and 
discovered that she was still nude and to her surprise, .that she was still 
alive, that the fall had not killed her. She was not tied up as she had been 
with her brother. She heard the voices going on along side her. One belonged 
to her Father. 

"Yes, darling," said a masculine voice. A face appeared. He kissed her on 
the lips. It was her Father's face. Again she began to spin through 
blackness. Her voice echoed, "No, no, no, you can't, you mustn't, you 
shouldn't do that to me, no..." But it was too late. She came to a 
standstill in bed. Her Father's massive penis rubbed in and out of her 
pussy. He penetrated to the back of her cave and that thick mushroom head of 
his filled her entirely up. "Oh, God," she grunted, "please, not this way. 
No." 

She rolled her hips, tried to escape the pounding force of his huge muscle. 
But every time she moved, his hands grabbed her tighter, twisted her titties 
or pulled on her nipples. She wanted to get away, but she couldn't. Finally, 
she lifted her legs and pushed with her knees, but it was too late. The jism 
was splattering inside her body and her Father was nodding, "yes, my child. 
Yes. Yes, this is the way you like it. I know. It's alright. O.k., it's 
alright." 

"It's not o.k.," she wailed back at him. "It's not, it's not." She was 
orgasmic. 

When she came around, it was as usual. She remembered thinking about the 
neighbor boy, about what it would be like to fuck such a nice young man, but 
she couldn't recall any of her fantasies. None of the images which had 
helped her into orgasm would come to her conscious mind. She figured that it 
didn't matter so much and wondered when and if she might really meet the boy 
next door. 

SCHOOL DAYS 

She was on her way home from the first day of the new school year. She was 
wearing a short little dress, one which her Mother made special for the 
occasion. It was yellow and white with frills, and even though she was now 
nearly fifteen and one-half, it showed off most of her lovely thighs and 
smooth-skinned legs. As for the top of this cottony frock, it cut low and 
revealed, if she cared to let it, her fully developed chest. Her bleached 
blonde hair was flowing in what little gusts of wind caught at it. The sun 
sparkled in her eyes as she turned the corner off the main boulevard. 

"Hello, Sharon," said the first young man. He hopped off the wall to her 
left as she passed by him. 

"Hello, Daryl," she said. "How are you?" 

"Not as nice as you," said the young man. She kept walking even though he 
let loose with a sharp, ear-piercing wolf-whistle. "If I was as nice as you, 
Sharon," he added, following her ass with his eyes and sticking close behind 
her, "I'd be home fucking right now. Home or at someone else's house." 

"What makes you so sure I'm not on my way to do just that?" she quipped over 
her shoulder. 

"We just took a wild guess," said a blonde haired boy who appeared in front 
of her, having jumped into the sidewalk from behind a tree at curbside. 

"Well, Dick," she smiled at him as he walked backwards in front of her, 
"what brings you out today?" 

"You do," said the blonde boy named Dick. "You do, little Sharon. Now that 
you're in high school, I thought you might like to get to know some of the 
high school boys, some of my friends. You know, just a little meeting." He 
was still walking briskly backwards in front of her, and Daryl, the other 
one was walking about five feet behind her, at the same pace. "Where's the 
third little rat that you two usually hang out with?" 

"You rang?" said a voice. 

Sharon stopped and looked straight up. Above her in the branches of an 
overhanging tree hung by his feet and one hand was Don, another boy from the 
high school. He let loose of the supporting branch and somersaulted to his 
feet alongside of Sharon. He looked up at the tree, down at his pants, 
brushed off his trousers and his hands, and then, ever so slowly, ran one 
finger down Sharon's upper arm and along her forearm. "Very nice, little 
lady. Very, very nice." 

"Thank you, Don," she said curtly, "but I don't think you were invited to 
make an inspection." She started forward. Don moved quickly alongside her, 
Daryl kept his pace behind, and Dick, the blonde boy in front, started 
walking backwards-only he wasn't going quite as fast as Sharon, and when she 
caught up even with him she started to go around. On her left was brick 
wall, so she had to go right, between Don and Dick. "Ahem," said Don, "I 
think the little lady wants by, Dick." 

"Does she? I don't think so," said Dick. 

"Me either," said Daryl from behind. "I think she wants-" He leaned forward 
over her shoulder and whispered, but not so softly that all three of the 
others couldn't hear, the rest of his prediction: "-I think she wants hot 
cock meat in her nice little cunt hole." 

"Ho, ho, ho," laughed Dick. "I bet she does!" He snickered at Sharon who was 
blushing crimson. 

Don added: "Let's ask her before we go making assumptions like that Do you 
want hot cock meat in your pussy little girl?" 

She started to raise her hand, as if to strike at Don. He grabbed her hand. 
"Be nice, or well give it to you right here." He was talking between his 
clenched teeth. "Just come along real nice and pretty and you'll have 
yourself all the nice little fucking in your pussy that you want." Before 
she could say yes, no, or maybe, he had her hand tight. He was considerably 
stronger than Sharon, as were each of the other Seniors. She couldn't fight 
all three of them, but had there been only one, she'd have made things 
difficult. 

"Why me?" she asked, going along quietly for the time being. 

"Why you what?" asked Daryl who pushed her forward when she slowed down 
every now and then. 

"Don't you three know some other girls to torture?" 

"This is going to be fun, not torture," said Dick. 

"Turn here," said Don. "Down Canyon Road." 

They all four turned left, off the street Sharon normally took to get home. 
Another hundred yards down the side street was country forest. Murders were 
known to take place there, only three or four hundred feet from the main 
boulevard, and yet, because of the density of the growth, the lack of light, 
the angle from the street, bodies-not to mention the criminals 
themselves-weren't found for months and years later. Sharon decided she'd 
better make a break for it. 

But no sooner had she started to dash left, throwing her books aside, 
dropping her purse, when Don grabbed her by the wrist. She started to 
scream, but Daryl cupped his hand over her mouth from behind. They grabbed 
her-Dick scooped up the books and papers-the rest of the way down Canyon 
Road. They were worried about being seen only until they arrived at the 
woods. Sharon's muffled cries were not heard. 

A moment later she'd been dragged into darkness in the tight forest and 
pushed down on her back on the pine needle carpet. One boy held her arms, 
the other her feet, and the third, Don, began to pace around above her. 
"Now," he said, "you caused us quite a bit of trouble, little one. I think 
you should pay for that. Do you think so Daryl? Dick?" The other two laughed 
and agreed vociferously. "Not so loud," said Don. "We have to remember that 
our little hostess likes peace and quiet" He smiled and started unstrapping 
his belt 

Sharon couldn't believe her eyes. The boy had his meat out in a flash. It 
was large and stiffening. She struggled to get free and when one of the boys 
put his hand down on her mouth to gag her again, she bit it for blood. The 
salty taste let her know she'd hit home. 

"The little bitch," grunted Daryl. He smacked her on the face. "You do that 
again, it's quits right now. You hear me? I don't need that shit" 

Don leaned down, his joint still naked and ready. "You heard him, Sharon. He 
gets mean every now and then." He drew a finger up along her thigh. He'd 
started at her knee. He didn't stop until he was reaching into her panties. 
Daryl got tired of holding his hand on Sharon's face just then. He took his 
hand away and Sharon said to Don: "What's the matter? Afraid to use your 
pecker? Can't keep it up? I hear your a faggot, buddy?" 

Don smiled. "Here you go, honey, all the fag juice you can possibly use in 
that big cunt hole of yours." He tore her silky panties off her hips. The 
rip startled Sharon. She knew now that they were quite seriously going to 
make an effort to rape her. She started kicking, surprising the boy at her 
feet and she freed one foot. Accidentally, luckily for her, she kicked Don 
in the balls. He grabbed his middle. She rolled sideways just as one of the 
other boys was about to pounce on her. She got to her feet and ran. One boy 
started after her and tripped. Don was still on the ground trying to keep 
from passing out with the pain in his nuts. Daryl didn't know what to do. A 
police car happened by and saw Sharon running. It was the one and only time 
that she was ever happy to see a pig. She accepted their help but because of 
political reasons refused to tell them who or what had made her run. They 
gave her a ride home. 

As frightening as the attack on her person had been, it pointed up something 
to Sharon. She needed a man. If she had a lover, he would protect her from 
such stupid and ugly nonsense. He would keep track of her and in the event 
three boys ever tried something like that on her again, she could call on 
her lover to defend her. Also, it made her think that maybe it was obvious 
she was virgin and needed sex. Having a lover would take care of that 
problem too. And lastly, the unfortunate attack had reminded her that there 
were a great many ways to get turned on. For truth to tell, Sharon had to 
admit that the feel of Don's finger caressing her cunt had started the old 
familiar juices rolling out of her hole. 

"Jesus," she moaned to herself that night in bed after the rest of the 
family had gone to sleep, "how the hell did they know about me like that?" 
She let her hands slide down between her thighs. She used two fingers to 
peel open the ruby lips. Then she pulled down her sheets. 

Her sister slept soundly in the bed across the room. She called at her just 
in case: "Ellen, are you asleep? Are you asleep, Ellen?" The girl didn't 
stir. 

Sharon went back to working on her steamy twat. She wondered what it would 
have been like for the three boys to have succeeded, for any one of them to 
have gotten their hot cocks up inside her pussy. She envisioned it as an 
experience she could do without. But she longed for the feel of a real prick 
grinding in her vagina. That, she knew, would make her happy. 

She closed her eyes and started seriously flicking her clitoris. She spread 
her legs wide and angled them upwards. "Please," she said in her mind, "let 
me cum, let me juice all over ..." She worked her palms up and down on the 
soft tissue of her inner legs. She managed to get a finger deep inside her 
hole and then on the out-stroke pulled it up tight against her clitoris. The 
hot little meat-rock bounced and shivered, juiced and twitched. "Oh, shit," 
she sighed, "it's gonna be good." 

She let her brain travel here and there, picking out various images that she 
felt sure would turn her on. "If only I could remember what they were 
afterwards ... if only I could ..." She drifted into the state of sexual 
coma which enabled her to gratify her terrific vaginal needs. 

Like Sleeping Beauty, only a little more active, she let her fingers work on 
her hypnotized body. She pulled up and down on her clit and fingered her 
anus. At the same time pleasant pictures of men and women fucking and 
sucking and stroking one another came to mind. She saw her school chums all 
gathered around a pair of dogs fucking. It was the typical scene, only in 
this one, like the animals, the people, too, were engaged in coitus. 

Then she picked out one of the men. He was a handsome fellow, a manly 
version of her next door neighbor. He was standing alone. She invited him to 
join her. "After all," she said, "I'm alone too." 

"Let's see it, baby," he said. 

"It?" 

"The cunt, honey. I don't just fuck anyone, you know. Let's have a look and 
a sniff." She spread her legs and he leaned down between her thighs. "Nice," 
he said. "A good smell, too." He rubbed his nose into her hole, he filled 
the slit with tongue meat. He gave the clit an especially nice swabbing. "I 
don't mind telling you, honey, that this hole of yours is first rate. You 
know that? I like it!" He stroked the curly oily pelt, what protruded of 
clit and juicy vaginal lip, and then he jammed a finger down inside the 
tight flesh vessel itself. 

"Oh, yeah," grunted Sharon, separating her legs even more. "I thought you 
were gonna be bad, but now I know: you're terrific!" She leaned down and 
tried to kiss him on the head. 

"Don't get mushy," he said, batting her hands away from his head. "I got 
work to do here." He lapped up her twat and clit. He gave the interior of 
the hole a good tongue washing, and then he worked out on the very core of 
the thing. To do so he had to lift one of her legs up and over her shoulder. 
She balanced by holding his head in her hands. His mouth was lip-to-lip with 
her hole. Inside was his tongue, all the way inside, all the way to the 
back. 

"Oh, Christ," she panted. "Please, go hard like that some more. Please." 

He slipped a finger around back of her leg and came up the smooth thigh into 
her bun territory. He went further, into her anus. He separated fold of ass 
flesh from fold of ass flesh and felt up her sphincter. It was nothing to go 
the rest of the way into her bowels. His finger in her bunghole helped to 
spread her twat for his mouth on the other side. "Very nice," he spoke into 
her cunt. "Very, very nice." Her clit was against his upper, lip, and it was 
twitching with desire. 

When he'd had his fill of eating young Sharon's perfect hot pie, he pulled 
his mouth out and away and wiped himself with his left hand, the one that 
had not gone near her anus. "Now," he said, "I think you could return the 
favor, eh?" She said: "Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes, let me at it" He spread out 
and she swooped down onto his groin. Her hands were like buzzard wings 
spread for the carnal gnaw about to occur. She wrapped those winged fingers 
around his penis and sucked up his cockhead into her beak. "Give it to me," 
she chirped. "Let me eat this morsel of flesh. I want it, carcass and all." 
She chomped down indelicately, forgetting everything that her mother had 
ever taught her about table manners. She chewed, gummed, and sucked the head 
of that meaty prong, and before long she had her man smiling and laughing 
with delight. "Good, baby," he was saying, "keep on slurping it up. You use 
that tongue to make me happy. That-a-way!" 

Soon he'd had more than enough of her cock-sucking. He told her so. She felt 
badly, that she hadn't satisfied him with it. Tm sorry," she said. "I'll do 
anything you want. I thought for sure you were enjoying yourself." 

"Hey, baby," he said. "I was enjoying myself. You're terrific. I just want 
to fuck you now. You mind? Won't that be nice for you, too?" 

"Oh, yes, well, now I understand," she said. She spread her thighs and 
showed him the way in. "Let me help." 

He climbed between her legs, crawled on hands and knees, and when she could 
reach it, Sharon took his penis in her right hand and drew him forward with 
his meat rubbing along her loin. The closer he came to her twat, the fatter 
grew his joint, the faster beat her heart. "Come on," she said. "Come 
closer." 

"I'm trying, honey," he said, "to make it the most enjoyable for us both." 

"Come on," she persisted to his annoyance. 

"Alright, babe," he said. "You asked for it." He galloped the rest of the 
way, sliding his joint fully inside her twat, so much so that she went 
scratching at his shoulders, grabbing his buns, digging her nails into his 
ass flesh. She screeched in agony-ecstasy as his meat dug out the inside of 
her sweet wet cave. Her clit vibrated with the intensity of his stroking 
muscular meat head. "Oh, God, fuck," she cried out at him. Tuck, shit... 
piss... fuuuuucc-ckkk!" She rolled backwards, onto the base of her spine, 
and attempted to keep from going crazy with the terrific sensual pressure in 
her twat "Oh, God, yes," she moaned at him. "Yeeeeesssss!" 

He reached under her butt and grabbed two handfuls of nice fresh globular 
butt meat. He squeezed. He kneaded. He knotted the stuff up and untied it 
with every stroke of his cock in her hole. He gave her the forceful direct 
fucking she'd been wanting, and then he jammed his jism juice into puddle on 
the floor of her channel. The spouting pecker caused her to cum, and her 
fantasies gave way to Sharon's reality: "Oh, God," she cried, "oh, shit, oh, 
fuck, no, please ..." 

She rolled her head sideways and realized that she was sweating and that 
there was no man with her. She was alone, in bed, in her parents' house. She 
was nearly orgasmic, or had just been so, but she couldn't tell for sure. 
Nor could she remember what it was that had prompted her to get so sexually 
stimulated. She lay in bed flat on her back stroking her moist, thighs. She 
was happy that she hadn't caused anyone to wake up. Her sister was still 
sleeping soundly in the bed across the room. The next thing she knew it was 
morning and her Mother was shaking her awake. "Sharon. Sharon, darling. It's 
time to get up for school, darling." She rolled over and smiled happily at 
her lovely Mother. "Oh, yes, Mom. Yes, I'll be good. I'll be good. Please 
don't hurt me. I'll be good!" 

"Sharon? Sharon? Are you o.k., darling?" 

"I'll be good, Mother," said the teenage masturbator. "I promise." 

Sharon's Mother backed up and out of the room. She had to tell Rex that 
their daughter was in yet another trance. 

THE ASYLUM 

Sharon's room at City Institution of Mental Health was grey, dimly lit and 
cheaply furnished, one bed, two sheets, two blankets-she only needed one-and 
a spotted pad made up the bulk of it. A dresser in the far corner, just left 
of the barred win-w, actually tilted right because it was so old. To en the 
drawers-something Sharon did just be-use it was something to do, not because 
she needed drawer space-required straightening the me. The floors, contrary 
to popular opinion, and alls were not rubber coated. They were dull, grey, 
ordinary. Only the lack of an exit-the door was double latched-and the 
absence of sharp objects, straps and belts indicated that Sharon was under 
care. 

She'd gone voluntarily. After her evening of masturbation, she'd fallen 
asleep. But the next morning, when her Mother found her, Sharon was 
trance-like with the big plastic pecker stuffed between her pussy lips. It 
was still on. No one knew how long the gyrating prong had been spinning in 
Sharon's cunt, but the Doctor seemed to think that had it been on for long 
there would have been signs of irritation, and there were no such symptoms. 
Once the physician had pulled her out of the trance and inspected her 
vagina, then it was up to Sharon and the psychiatrist. They both agreed that 
perhaps a couple of days in an institutional environment might fare her 
well. 

And so it was. Off she went, packing what few things she would need for the 
long weekend, to the mental asylum. Once there, she was shown to her room. 
Her bags were inspected-a rule of the place-to make sure that she carried no 
secret instruments or tools which might be used against herself or one of 
the other inmates. They discovered, of course, her black plastic speed stick 
slipped in with her pajamas and took that away. They left her with her other 
things, though, and it was through that bundle of clothing and odds and ends 
which Sharon searched three times when first arriving alone in her room, 
just to have something to do. Now she was alone, not terribly uncomfortable, 
a bit bored. She had two and one-half days to spend in that tiny room, and 
then, as planned, she would return home. Already she could hardly wait to 
get her hands on her dildo again. 

But in the meantime, she decided, she would have to make do with her 
fingers. When nightfall at the asylum finally rolled around, Sharon spread 
her lovely legs-naked, of course-and speared herself with her long bony 
middle digit. Happily she discovered her hot clit up and at attention as 
usual. She gave the thing a first-rate twisting, the kind of rub-down that 
she knew would get her started. She wished deeply that the attendants hadn't 
taken away her black fuck rod with the mechanical point, but such was life. 
She had to get away with her fingers. 

She did a good job of getting herself heated up. She pinched off her 
clitoris and got the thing tweaked into a regular steady twitch rhythm. A 
moment or two later she was juicing profusely, pouring out clit ooze, 
drooling from her twat. She made a point of keeping her wails stifled 
because she knew that the nurses would come running and not let her play 
with herself-not because it was nasty or naughty, but because her noises 
would be disturbing other inmates. So she kept her head turned sideways in 
what there was of a pillow and in this manner muffled all of her passionate 
moaning. 

Of course, she couldn't possibly keep a lid on her brain which was making 
some fantastic mental voyages. She saw herself nude in the little room, 
trapped with a lunatic male. His big cock was permanently erect, and he 
chased her around the room. No matter how she called for the nurses to help 
her, no matter how many screams and moans and protests she put up, the hairy 
madman continued to chase her around the room. 

"Gome on you ugly fucking ape," she drawled at him. "What's a matter? You 
can't get any virgin meat anywhere else?" She reached into her pie: "Look at 
that: see that? That's my hole. You think you're gonna get that big thing of 
yours in there? You're fucking crazy! I'd sooner suck your hangnails than 
let that dirty old rod get anywhere near my pussy. Keep away from me you 
ugly fucking heathen asshole piece of shit!" She screeched at him and then 
hollered at the door: "Help! Help! HELP! HE'S AFTER ME! HELP ME, YOU 
FUCKERS! HELP ME!" 

But no one came. The hairy man, his teeth sparkling as he ground them at 
her, came closer. He grabbed her and his touch was clammy. She leaned over, 
thinking to bite him, and he grabbed her by the nape of her perspiring neck. 
He pulled her backwards and shoved her down on the barren bed. "You think 
you're so cool," he told her. "You think you're so nice and that I don't 
have any right to your body. You should be so lucky to have me more than 
once." He wiped the drool from his mouth. "I'm as sane as you, you little 
tramp. You need a good fuck more than anyone in the whole joint. So on your 
knees. Start begging, bitch, and I'll give you what you need-not that you 
deserve it, not that I want to be the one, mind you, but because it's the 
only thing that will give us peace and quiet around here ..." 

She saw herself submitting to the big man. He shoved her onto the floor and 
forced her to lick his cock. Once she got into it, she rather enjoyed the 
feel of his penis against her tongue. The flesh tasted and felt different 
than most other things she'd had in her mouth. She liked the feel of the 
spongy head and eventually, in this particular fantasy, she became very fond 
of the feel of the thick boner stalk in her fingers. She wrapped her two 
hands around the whole thing at one point and wiped her tongue up and down 
on the tip, swabbed it. 

"Jesus," moaned the other inmate, the male, "I didn't kow how badly you 
wanted it I would have come around earlier." He pulled her up off her knees 
so that her big smooth titties went sliding on his legs. She ended up in his 
arms on the bed, her legs spread, his hefty phallus tunneling away between 
her thighs. "Ahh, yes," he murmured, "you do know how to swing your hips, 
don't you? Isn't that nice, eh?" He rolled his meaty dick into her body, 
deep and far into her cunt. Long wet luscious muscles squeezed all up and 
down his joint They tugged and rubbed and made his dick into a smooth pillar 
of hot flesh. "It's such a big ripe pole," moaned Sharon in his ear. "I love 
that feeling, the way it gets going up and down against my clit and all. 
It's really nice. I like that Yes. Mmmmmmm. Yummmy. Ahhhhhh, ooooh, gooood. 
Fuck!" 

He rocked her hips from underneath, by the buns. He yanked his rod out of 
her tube and twisted her body upside down. Now he could get at her anus, and 
that's what he next wanted. "Oh, boy, little girl, you're going to have 
yourself some fun, now. You just hold onto your hat." 

"You be nice," she said squirming to get up and free. "I don't need any big 
flesh prong up my ass like that! What do you think-Oh , God, NO!" 

"Too late, honey bunch," he gasped. "... too ... fucking... LATE!" He rolled 
her hips in his hands. Her bare cheeks clapped around the pole he'd stuffed 
into her anus. Her sphincter contracted involuntarily, and before she could 
even scream he was scorching her bowels with the tip of his flesh weapon. 
"Oh, you mother fucker," she wailed. "You mother fucking asshole ... how 
could you?!!" 

He continued ramming his big stiff cock muscle into her anus. She tried to 
get away, but it was a hopeless effort. He was far stronger, much more 
agile, and his passion gave him a greater interest in the status quo than 
Sharon's pain gave her motivation to escape. It was nothing for him to 
hammer her body flat and flood her insides with semen. It would have 
appeared, from the outside, that he did it effortlessly. 

"Ah, fucking-a," she moaned when he'd finally yanked his penis from her 
bunghole, "I don't believe you did that to me ... I... oh ..." 

"It was nice, eh?" 

She scratched her butt. "I won't say that. It was different, but it was not 
nice. In fact, it was nasty. I didn't think they allowed people like you to 
run loose." 

"I'm not running loose," he said. "I'm in your brain. And you're in the 
asylum. So how could I be running loose. It's you who's wild and mad, my 
dear Sharon. Not I. It's you. You, you, YOU!" 

"Oh, fuck," she grunted as the sex-genie disappeared. "What the fuck is 
going on?" She rubbed her heated titties and looked down between her legs. 
There was a soft amber glow coming from her browned loins where the sexual 
fever grew hotter. "Jesus," she gasped, "I'm so horny ..." And yet another 
figment of her imagination appeared in an effort to satisfy one of her 
teenage nymphomania craves. 

He stood taller than Sharon, by about three inches, and he boasted a 
powerful long cock. She looked at the thing and inspected it from base to 
tip. "It's large," she said, "but I don't think it'll do. Next!" 

Immediately another image came to mind. This time a woman appeared. The 
woman wore a cock strapped around her waist. For all practical purposes, the 
flesh-colored plastic imitation phallus would function, Sharon knew, like a 
real one. It would last as long as necessary for it was cast in plaster as 
an erection. "Jesus," she moaned, "how can I possibly turn something like 
that down. And you do have lovely titties, if you don't mind my saying so." 
She stroked one of the woman's full ripe nipples. "Melon shaped, not like 
mine," added Sharon. "Maybe you'd like to try that thing out on my anus. 
Just one quickie to see if I like you or not, eh?" 

"Your wish, Sharon, is my command," said the woman with the wrap-around cock 
on her waist. "Do you wish that I lubricate , Sharon?" 

"For Christ's sake, yes!" hollered Sharon. "I am not a masochist!" She bent 
over and showed the woman her anus. "Get that oiled thing in there." 

The "woman pressed the plaster dick into Sharon's buns. The head led the 
way. Sharon squealed quite loudly, and then she started to complain of a 
great deal of pain. The woman said at first that she would not remove the 
cock, that she couldn't, but then, seeing how much trouble she was causing 
her "master" she withdrew the plaster muscle. "To make up for all that agony 
you caused me," directed Sharon, "you must lick me. You may begin now." The 
willing woman did that, ate Sharon out, and even kissed the young girl's 
feet. But still Sharon's deep sexual craves remained unsatisfied. 

She let go the image of a woman with a plaster cock and conjured up yet 
another imaginary creature. This was a young boy, a boy who looked like her 
brother. He had a huge penis and he couldn't have been more than twelve 
years old. Sharon spread herself out on her bed and told the boy to climb 
all over her, to kiss her titties, to eat out her hole, to fuck her 
everywhere and anywhere he desired. 

The boy, Gary, began to do just that. He started out with a titillating rub 
to Sharon's nipples. First he used his fingers to pinch off the cherry orbs, 
then his palms to rub them, and finally his entire hand to knead them. He 
enjoyed the feel of her long creamy teats in his rubbing, squeezing fingers. 
"Onto my cunt, geek," she told him. "Down on the Queen's hole! You think I'm 
mad, eh? Eat my twat!" She reached down and spread her pussy lips. "See in 
there? Well, get closer! I want you to fill me with tongue meat." 

Off he went, her command his desire. He reached into her hole with his 
wagging, flapping mouth muscle. He located his tongue up close to her clit 
and ate and gobbled at the flesh there. It wasn't long before he had a 
mouthful of sweetly scented clit juice and Sharon was pouring out the ooze. 
"You know," she gasped, trying to catch her labored breath, "I think that 
this time I'm actually getting pretty fucking hot. You know that? I 
really... am ... getting .. . hot..." She rolled her pelvis up and down and 
the boy's face went sliding between her thighs. She pulled on his ears and 
indicated that she wanted him inside her. He climbed upwards on her body and 
landed his pecker next to her cunt. She had her lips spread, her clit up and 
ready and the boy was sliding his joint into place when something stirred 
her from this sexual reverie. 

She couldn't place the sound, the noise. "No," she hollered, "don't stop him 
now. Don't stop that cock muscle now. Keep rubbing! Keep going!" But it was 
no good. No matter how she tried to concentrate, the image of the boy, the 
mental picture of him sending his massive meat into her open, hot, willing 
pussy was dissolving. The less of the mental picture she saw, the less of 
the meat she experienced in her hole, the more her desire and crave grew 
impatient for satisfaction. "Oh, shit," she ended up muttering, alone and 
feeling useless in her one little room of the asylum. "Where did he go?" 

It was morning at the City Institution of Mental Health, and despite her 
valiant efforts with just her fingers, Sharon hadn't been able to climax. 

INMATES 

During the two days of her stay at the Mental Hospital, Sharon met 
practically everyone of interest. Most of the cases on her floor were there 
for various sexual aberrations. One of the women was there because her 
husband found her jacking off with a live and especially poisonous snake. 
The woman was diagnosed as suicidal and nymphomaniac. It was strange for 
Sharon to realize that this woman was mentally ill because the "snake-lady", 
as the other inmates called her, was so very pretty. She had large tits, 
fine ample thighs, and the prettiest smile of all the people there. And she 
seemed perfectly normal-it was just her thing about trying to knock herself 
off by fucking herself with venomous snakes that made her a little odd. 

There was a man there who had nearly fucked himself silly. That was his 
problem. He couldn't stop screwing. They called him Don Juan. At one point, 
Sharon wanted to get together with him. She figured that he would be the 
perfect thing for her hungry unconquerable desires-until she found out that 
the last three women he screwed had died because he'd fucked with them in 
marathon style for thirty-six hours: all three at once, no stopping, and 
they all three dropped dead. The man had never ejaculated. He couldn't cum. 

A five year old boy was also an inmate on the sexual deviate floor. Sharon 
couldn't imagine why that boy was there, but just before she asked someone 
she heard the child begin to rant. He could say nothing but obscenities. He 
hollered in his childish voice at the nurses and doctors, "Fuck you, shit on 
your face, piss me off, you ass holes, get your fucking mouths away from me, 
get your hands off my rump, you fucking pieces of shit, get your anus mouth 
away from me, you dog breath, doo-doo face idiots!" And the more he yelled 
the bigger his penis became. 

The boy was some sort of oddity, a one-shot from nature. He became angry and 
got a hard-on. No one could understand it. Sharon, of course, was turned on 
just from looking at the diaper clad youth toddle around with his bulging 
little pants as he mouthed off to the various people around him. When he 
came to her, he looked up and said: "You fucking twat--eat it! Eat my 
muscle." She was half-tempted to get down on it, and she wondered if anyone 
had thought about doing just that, giving the boy a little love and 
affection. But she didn't dare. She knew that if she behaved herself in 
public the nurses and doctors who so carefully watched her would let her go 
home on the next morning. 

Among her other cell mates at the asylum, Sharon discovered, to her 
surprise, her former friend Susan. "What are you doing here?" she asked in 
shock that such a good friend has also been interned in the jail-like 
hospital. 

"They caught me," mumbled Susan. "They fucking caught me." 

"Who? What were you doing? I don't get it!" 

"I was stretching my titties. I put clothes pins on my nipples and weights 
on the ends, five pounders. I stood in front of the mirror every day. On 
Friday my mother came in and found me doing it. She said I was sick and here 
I am. So now I have to stretch them with my fingers. At night when no one's 
looking. I'm going to have the biggest tits in the world, Sharon. You just 
wait and see. . ."Somnambulistic, Susan did an about face and walked away. 

Sharon found herself wishing that not everyone was wearing the same uniform, 
tattered white coats and frocks of that sort. She didn't like thinking of 
herself and her friend Susan and the other people as all the same. In fact 
it made her angry that she had to leave behind most of her real clothing in 
the first place. She was half-tempted to talk to someone about it, but she 
decided that since she was going to be permitted to leave the next day she 
should probably not stir up any waves. 

Instead of complaining, she went back to her room to jack off. She laid down 
and spread her legs. She worked her fingers up and down between her thighs. 
She was beginning to get a little hot when the door creaked open. "Time for 
lunch," said a cheery nurse. "And not fingering our clits just now, 
darling." The bright happy face backed out of the room when Sharon threw a 
look of daggers at the door. She went happily hack to her work between her 
legs. 

She saw herself alone with the doctor who had examined her. She saw him 
pulling the big pecker, the plastic one, out of her cunt. "Come on, Doc," 
she said, "you can give me a little feel. Nice in there, eh?" He stirred his 
finger around inside her pussy. "No damage, Doc?" she asked him, spreading 
and lifting her legs into a flesh V. "Come on, you're a doctor, give me a 
clinical rub down, something nice for my clit!" She smiled at him. "You can 
do it. I won't tell anyone." 

She pretended that she was at home alone in her bedroom with the door 
closed. The doctor and Sharon had all the privacy they needed. "Stick it to 
me," she told him. She reached down and took his professional hand. "Come 
on. Give me that big bony finger of yours. I want that thing inside me." She 
directed his hand so that his finger stroked her cunt hole. It rubbed up and 
down against her fat clitoris. The finger poked deep and wide at the same 
time. It spread her friendly wet twat lips and the juice lubricated anew 
with each stroke. "I love it," she said holding onto his big thick wrist. "I 
really do love it." 

The doctor couldn't resist palming her titties. He gave the big sculpted and 
pendulous mammaries a proper squeezing. 

"That's more like it, Doc," she told him. 

"Yes," he said. "I don't care how unprofessional it might be, I just have to 
give you a little fucky-wucky, just something to keep you going while you 
spend a couple of days at the asylum, eh?" 

"Whatever you say," moaned Sharon. "You're the doctor, eh?" She smiled and 
the doctor whipped off his clothes and when Sharon saw his meat she started 
thinking about how nice a fuck it was going to be. "Can you fit that whole 
big thing inside me, Doc?" 

"Oh, sure," he said. "I've done it for countless patients. Don't you worry 
about a thing!" He mounted her and shoved his monster organ into place. "You 
like that, eh?" 

"Do I like that!" she exclaimed. "I never had something so big and sexy and 
hard and sensual in my whole life. It's perfect! I love it!" 

He penetrated into her fleshy vulva. He gave the big back wall a good shove, 
and then he started stroking, hammering and poking, like his body had turned 
mechanical and automatic rather than sensual and feeling. He slapped his 
pelvis against hers several times in a row. His meaty rod wailed like a 
pneumatic drill, like some sort of buzz saw, and it ground away inside her 
flesh bottom cave. "I love to fuck," grunted the M.D. "There isn't anything 
so good as a fuck. You know that, young Sharon? Nothing like a fuck ..." 

She reached around and shook him by the buns. "Talk about something else, 
Doctor," she said. "I like the screwing, but I think you could say something 
a little nicer than fuck, fuck; fuck. You're beginning to sound like that 
five year old kid out there." 

"Mmm," he hummed, "I know what you mean," and with that he slammed his 
throbbing meat into Sharon's teenager body one last time: he came on her 
cunt hole and extracted his spent flesh. "Thank you, my dear," he said, "and 
"I'll be informing your parents of my opinion." He dressed, smiled formally, 
and that was the last she saw of him. 

"Ah, fuck," she grunted, once again alone in the Mental Ward without even 
the company of a fantasy. "Where did that doctor go?" She rolled onto her 
belly and lifted a hand back to her own two ass cheeks. "I'm very smooth," 
she whispered to the flat pillow on her mattress. "I like my cheeks ..." She 
rolled a finger up and down in her ass crack. It wasn't long before she was 
screwing her anus with her digit. She had the piece of bony hand deep in her 
anal socket. She pushed at the rim of the orifice with her knuckle. 

Her other hand wasn't idle, either. She was working out on her cunt 
underneath. She had her thighs spread wide so that her twat was fairly open. 
And she rubbed at her clit with two fingers. "I love it," she said, 
referring to the fact that she had sexual stimulation at both ends of her 
body--I really to fucking love it!" 

She slipped down further on the bed. It didn't occur to her to wipe herself 
dry, to cover herself or anything of that sort. She was perfectly happy 
masturbating herself in the raw and letting any of the nurses who happened 
by peek in and see her. Even an occasional doctor glanced in the portal 
window, of her door. They would, individually, despite professionalism, 
blush, shake their heads, nod knowingly, or, if Sharon was eyeballing the 
glass, wink, depending upon who they were. None of them were really able to 
understand what they saw: a luscious fifteen year old girl poking herself in 
the ass hole and the cunt, her lovely nude body chilled and heated with a 
feverish sexual crave unsatisfied by all sorts of stimulation and therapy. 

"Jesus," Sharon would moan at them when she caught them looking in, "can't 
you see I'm busy!" Finally, she gave way to using some sort of cover, a 
blanket with which to protect herself from the steady gaze of the people 
going by in the hallway. Then, under cover of her sheets and blankets, she 
was able to let her mind drift and come up with a friend to keep her company 
on her sexual voyages. 

First she remembered a young man from school. His name was Ed. He had long 
muscular arms and legs, and he was inclined to be nice to everybody. He 
liked Sharon, especially, it seemed, and it was only natural that she think 
about what Ed's pecker looked like when she tried to pull her clit into 
ecstasy. She saw him working his way up and down her body, spreading her 
long browned loins, adjusting his position so that he could get his prick 
into her body. Finally, to help out, she reached down and wrapped her 
fingers around the muscle. She pulled him into place between her gushing wet 
twat lips. She pulled on his buns and forced him down inside her cunt hole. 
The feel of his big muscle inside her juicy channel gave her a great deal of 
pleasure. She kissed him on the lips to demonstrate her appreciation. 

He kissed her back and coiled his fingers tight around her buns. He played 
her cheeks with his hands, and soon he supplied her anus with a finger 
screw. He drove that digit upwards into her asshole so that she could get 
all the thrill she wanted out of it. She rolled her buttocks around and 
around on the hefty finger of flesh. There seemed to be no stopping him. All 
of a sudden, Sharon pulled herself upwards, off Ed's finger and said: "Just 
the cock, Ed. No more of that shit." 

He liked her enough that he would stop. He yanked his finger away from her 
asshole and concentrated on her delectable twat hole. He didn't give up her 
buns, however, because that would have been too much to ask. Those he kept 
rubbing and massaging in his fingers, with his palms. 

"Mmm, good," she told him. "I like it like that Keep it up." 

He rocked his dick down deep, far down inside Sharon's anxious little slit. 
The pubic hairs of her mound rubbed nicely against his pubic hairs, around 
his root. "I love it," he told her in her ear. "I really do." He kissed her 
on the titty and enjoyed a licking that he gave to her nipples and her 
breasts. The creamy skin grew a crop of chills, most of which Ed pressed his 
mouth around and swabbed with his tongue. He thoroughly enjoyed putting his 
face down close between her chest organs. She couldn't keep him from that if 
she'd held a gun to his head. It was too much fun. 

And she wouldn't have wanted him not to do it. 

She, too, enjoyed the kick of having his head, his soft cheeks pressing 
against her titties. It made her hot, gave her a reason to blush, invited 
her to be sexy. She liked doing it with him that way, with his head between 
her mammaries, with his cock between her twat lips. "Ahh, God damn nice," 
she moaned. "Just the way it ought to be ..." 

She coasted down the road to sexual oblivion. Knowing full well that she 
wasn't far from orgasm, she soon gave up her mental fantasies and took to 
fingering herself in reality. She tossed off the hospital sheets and 
blankets, and she spread her legs so wide that she could have fit a horse 
hog in there, and she went to work on her body, combed her hairs and flicked 
her clit, with her long, trained fingers. 

Soon she was shaking, shivering violently, massive rolls of muscular 
contractions taking over her hips and making her convulse and heave. Her 
hand, her fingers, were working on her clit so severely that she was in a 
daze, both physical and emotional. Her body was charged with sexual energy, 
and it was all thanks to her masturbatory skills. She knew just how to get 
her little clit button at full strength, just how to make her vagina hot and 
juicy. If a man's pecker had been in there right then, he would have shot 
off with just one stroke. That's how hot and tender and righteously steamy 
wet her twat hole was. 

"Jesus, fuck," she grunted, still being sure not to make so much noise that 
she would draw a lot of attention from the nurses and doctors, "I'm cuming! 
C-c-cuming!" 

She pulled her finger out of her hole and let the ooze puddle under her 
cheeks. "Yeah," she moaned, unaware of how turned on she had been. "My 
body's still in shape. I can tell. An orgasm like that really lets me swing. 
Ain't that sweet?" She smiled to herself, pictured her young tanned loins 
spread with a massive two foot prick shoved into her hole. "Yeah," she 
moaned, "I love to C-C-CUM!" 

Sharon rolled onto her side. When she came to her senses, her Mother and 
Father were there. They were telling her it was o.k. for her to come home 
now, that the doctor had released her from the hospital. She was happy about 
that, and a little excited about the idea of going home. It meant, of 
course, that she would get to use her big black battery operated plastic 
dildo, and that was a source of excitement, Sharon knew, for just about any 
horny young girl! 

HOME FIRES 

Naturally, Sharon's first night home was a good one. Not only was everyone 
happy to see her, but her Father and Mother said that she could do anything 
she wanted, anywhere, anytime. They were so sorry to be without her that one 
weekend while she was away that they didn't ever want to see her get angry 
or hurt again. Sharon was delighted with this. It gave her the perfect 
opportunity to ask for something she very much wanted. 

"May I, then, Daddy, have a new black dildo? Like the one I had before?" 

Her Father grimaced. "I don't know, darling. I think it's up to your 
Mother." He leaned forward and whispered in Sharon's ear. The teenager 
giggled. "Oh, Mother," she moaned, "I didn't know-" 

Sharon's Mother scolded her husband: "Rex, you shouldn't have told her." 

"How could I not?" he asked. "It was so much fun watching you!" 

While Sharon was gone her Mother had secretly tried out the big dildo, and 
the result? She loved it! She loved to rub the thing up and down in her 
cunt, and after doing it a couple of times, she and Rex went to a porno shop 
and bought themselves up all the tools and masturbatory devices they could 
find. 

"Come on," said Rex to his loving daughter, "I'll show you some of the 
things I got." He took Sharon by the hand and drew her along behind him. She 
was only wearing a short skirt and it went fluttering up along her thighs as 
she trailed along behind her Father to the master bedroom. 

Spread out along the top sheet were all sorts of devices. There were broom 
sticks that had been enameled, lovely little feathery devices for tickling 
outside and inside, and there were several different kinds of beads. In 
addition, there were magazines, books, five different kinds of fuck rods, 
and several of the electric sort. "I figured it was worth it to spend the 
money on this stuff because after all, anything that keeps your Mother happy 
is worth about a million, eh?" He smiled at his daughter who couldn't 
believe her eyes. A glint came into Sharon's glare. "Daddy," she said, "can 
I borrow one or two of these things?" 

"Of course," said Rex. "Anything you like." He smiled as he watched his 
daughter pick out a magazine or two, a couple of glossy color pictures, and, 
naturally, a big black shiny plastic electric cock machine. "This thing," 
said Sharon, "will make me feel very, very nice. I'm quite sure!" She smiled 
and backed out of the room, giving her Father, on the way, just the 
slightest bow so that he would have a cursory glance at her soft hanging 
melons. She shut the door after her and ran to her bedroom. 

Of course, first she kicked Ellen out of the room. "I want to be alone." 

"Let me guess what for," said Ellen. 

Sharon lifted a hand, as if to threaten, and Ellen scurried backwards like a 
crab out of the bedroom. Sharon shut the door. "Now," she sighed to herself, 
"at last!" She held the big plastic device up over her head and did a 
pirouette. "Ah, joy!" she exclaimed. 

"Joy oh joy oh joy!" She laid down on the bed and pulled up her skirt. "In 
you go," she mumbled. "Get on up there." 

She stuffed the new machine into her spread lips. Only it was a poor fit. 
She couldn't gain purchase for the rubber tip. She lifted a leg and reached 
down with a hand. Her knowing fingers separated her two lips. The hairy wet 
fur, the sleek pelt, was combed aside and out of the way. It only took a 
second for her fingers to get to her vagina, to the ruby red wet lips and 
the clit. "Now," she gasped, "I can get the machine in there right." 

Just to be sure she hopped up out of bed with one finger still in her hole 
and she pulled off her skirt and blouse. It took some concentration to keep 
track of her feverish and heating hole, but she was able to do that. 

She spread out on the bed again. Her long browned loins were open. Her slick 
creamy flesh sparkled with chills. Clit juice, like dew drops, glistened in 
her curly pubic shrubbery. Under her fanny her other hand massaged her two 
cheeks. Her slippery fingers worked away on her clit and soon the handsome 
nub of flesh was up and ready to go. "Yes," she moaned, "it's fantasy time 
again. Time to fry some of Sharon's lovely little pussy-pecker ..." 

She picked up the heavy duty egg-beater, the speed stick, and shoved the 
head of it into the now easy entrance. "Oh, God, yes," she grunted, and off 
she went, into the land of Id and Imagination where she discovered herself 
alone with a huge hirsute young man. He was young, but he was older than she 
was by several years. He had a large phallus which he held in one hand. His 
other hand pulled at Sharon's arm. "Get down, bitch. I'm gonna shove it up 
your asshole." 

She smiled at him. "I don't think so." 

"You don't think so? Think again, cunt. On your knees." The force of his one 
hand gripping her pressed her to the floor. She was on her knees. "No," she 
moaned. "Yes," he said simply. Then he mocked her: "Yes, yes, yes." She had 
never been assaulted by such a sharp and vigorous male. "You're going to 
have some fun with this pecker shoved up your anus, baby. So get it ready, 
eh?" He smiled and spread her cheeks. He didn't bother with lubrication. He 
slid his penis up inside her butt and cranked away. No matter how she wailed 
and begged him to do otherwise, he continued jabbing her with his flesh 
sword. 

"Ugh," she cried back at him, but he grabbed her around the mouth and kept 
her from yelling out r loud. 

"Shut up and move those hips," he commanded her. 

She moved her hips because he had a hand there, was able to make her move 
them. She twisted her hips in circles, made her butt into a cunt hole for 
his penis. "That's better," he said. "Isn't that nice?" He faded back into 
her brain. 

She came momentarily to her senses and saw that she had her one finger 
pressed up her asshole and the dildo rammed into her cunt. She was on her 
side and the machine was going at full speed. She was fisting the thing in 
and out of her juicy cunt lips. But there was no way that she would soon be 
cuming. She had a long way to go for that. 

"Fuck," she sighed, "I wish ..." And low and behold, into her brain came the 
fantasy she wanted: it was her Father, Rex, his big hands grabbing her 
around the waist, his hefty meat bulging. He leaned down on top of her and 
shoved his joint into her slot. 'Take that, honey," he said. "And love it, 
eh?" 

"Oh, Daddy! Oh, God, DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!" She rolled her hips and went wild 
on the stalk of meat he'd shoved into her pussy. Her vagina contracted 
several times in a row on the length of bone flesh. She moaned at him: "I 
love you, I love you, oh, God, I love you ..." 

He pressed into her, giving her all the rod at once. She didn't know whether 
she was cuming or going, and it didn't matter. Her body was in ecstasy, on 
the way to Bliss Alley. She was in heaven. Her lovely teenager twat was 
filled with a hot ramming piece of cock meat, and though it was her personal 
fantasy that the meat belonged to her Father, it wouldn't have mattered to 
her, really, just then, if that cock had been donkey pecker. She was so hot 
that she was creaming without even knowing it. Or at least that's the way it 
was in the fantasy. 

But when Sharon came around, when she looked down between her legs with her 
eyes open, instead of seeing a donkey prick or her Father's joint, or 
anything fleshy, she saw just the big plastic rod. "Oh, shit, I was almost 
there, too," she moaned. "Try again." 

She closed her eyes tight, like a little girl expecting a big surprise. She 
used her free hand to caress her big hot nipples, especially the tips. She 
pinched off her caps and rubbed between the two large mammaries. She enjoyed 
kneading the hot flesh of her breasts. It made her feel womanly and sexy at 
the same time. 

For a minute Sharon pretended that a man was rubbing her big soft tits. She 
could see his hands sliding up one titty and down the other, squeezing and 
milking one nipple, and then the other. She could feel his moist breath as. 
it hissed across her ear before he loaded the canal with hot wet tongue meat 
"Uuuhh, good," she sighed, her eyes closed. "I like that fondling." He had 
his hands on her titties and he was rubbing her chest into a furious heated 
fever. "I love sex," she panted. "Give me more. Give me more." 

She saw his hands, his face, slide down her feminine torso. He arrived at 
her belly and kissed her there, then between her legs, then on her hip. He 
used one hand to get at her anus, the other to sloppily massage her cheeks. 
He stuffed a finger up into her asshole. It didn't hurt a bit It just went 
sliding up inside the tight narrow hole, into the tube where long anal 
muscles went to work milking the finger. 

His other hand started working out on petting up her clit and her vagina. He 
worked her little pussy cock into a wet heat. She was humping and bumping 
and grinding against his fingers. Her panting breaths all said one thing: 
"More. Give me more. I WANT MORE!" She spilled ooze. 

He leaned down and applied his tongue. That hefty pink mouth muscle went 
sliding around on her gash. He licked her clitoris and rubbed his nose 
between her vaginal lips. He used his hands to massage her ass flesh. He 
used her body the way he would have used a piece of pizza. It was going to 
be a long easy fucking in her cunt-she could tell that from the way this man 
ate her out. 

"Come on," she said. "Use that boner. I like the hot stick of flesh better 
than the tongue. You know? I like that bone meat better than your finger or 
your tongue." 

He climbed up along her body and worked his rod into her hole. It only took 
him a second to land inside the pie. He shoved hard and the thick flesh 
arrow drove down deep, scored the mark. "Yeah," she grunted, "that's a 
little more like it." 

"Good," he said laconically. He pumped and ground at her hole. He jammed 
his meat in and out of her tube several times in a row. It wasn't long 
before he had managed to caress her clitoris into a feverish erection. The 
lip of his mushroom crown head was catching on her flickable clit. He pulled 
up and down on it, and she juiced so much ooze, so much oily stuff that he 
thought he was pulling on the trigger of a squirt gun. The essence of the 
aromatic juice turned him on. He loved the feel of her twat around his 
joint, just as much as she enjoyed the stiff flesh pole ramming into her 
pelvic orifice. "Give me more, man. Give me MORE!" 

She wrapped her hands around his buns. "I like to touch you there, you 
know," she said. "I like the feel of your cheeks in my hands." She slid her 
palms around and around. She slid her hands up along the side of his back, 
and finally, at his neck, she grabbed tight, fondled his face and gave him a 
big wet French kiss. "You like?" 

"I LIKE!" 

"Yes," she said. "Yes, my little cherub. More of the same for me, too." She 
pumped her hips. Her twat took in more of his flailing meat with every 
swing. He batted at her and it was up to her to catch it "Jesus ... good ... 
yes..." she panted and gasped. "I do ... like ... that!" 

Soon he was throbbing. His hefty muscle was sliding in and out of her pussy. 
He was giving her his cum, his jism load, that baby-juice which was going to 
go target hunting in her wet steamy humidor box of twat flesh. "Quick," he 
grunted. "Squeeze." 

She squeezed. 

"Now roll." 

She rolled. 

"I love it," he told her. "Squeeze and roll. Nothing but the best for you 
and me, baby doll. I just absolutely love it" 

"Good," she said, and she watched him pull his jack-off joint out of her 
pie. "Look at that thing drip cum," she moaned. "It's got enough juice there 
for three more maidens." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he muttered, rolling onto his back. Before he could even 
think about what was happening, she'd jumped onto his meat and begun licking 
it off. She was slurping up the juice and the cum and all the wet stuff. She 
was making him clean as a whistle. His long stabber was getting the cleaning 
it needed. She wasn't taking any chances. She was making sure that that hot 
joint flesh of his was as oiled and ready for more fucking as a freshly 
cleaned pistol. She wanted him loaded and prepared to fire at will-hers! 

"Come on," she spoke to the meaty tip. "Get hot!" She leaned down and 
swabbed the head. She rolled the tip of her mouth muscle at the tip of his 
crotch muscle. "I like this thing," she said between sucks. "It's good." She 
applied her thick wet lips from time to time, and it was nothing for her to 
swallow up several inches at once. She loved sucking on a fresh ripe boner, 
especially one that could perform so well. "I'm gonna make you super hot 
buddy. You'll be wearing spurs on this thing when you go grinding into me 
next time. Mmmmmm." 

She smiled, took a deep breath and went down on the hog head. She sucked at 
the rim, at the shaft, around the base, and she dusted the love pole with 
her tongue one last time before lifting her head and saying in as sweet a 
voice as could be: "Won't you kindly stuff that hairy wong of yours into my 
hole just one more time-please?" She flipped her tongue up and down against 
her upper lip, as if to demonstrate how good it would feel for the inside of 
her hole, for her clit, once she started penetrating her twat lips. "I know 
it's going to be nice." 

He gave in. He pushed her back on her buns and landed his meat between her 
thighs. There, in the hot wet space between her legs, he went for a little 
rub and slide. Soon he had heated his rod to a full amber glow. The head of 
the joint was burning hot, sizzling and ready. The thick base was as muscled 
as an eagle in flight. The root gave the pillar of flesh a foundation, the 
basis with which he would attack her slippery insides and keep coming back 
to her for more. "Get ready," he said, and he holstered his joint in her 
body. 

"Ah, fuck, yes," she shouted immediately. "This time I'm going to cum too." 

"You didn't before?" 

She shook her blushing face. 

"Why didn't you say so!?!" It was, more or less, a rhetorical question, 
something to pass the time while his hefty rod went sliding down to the most 
remote fold of her inner hole. He jammed that crease of cunt flesh full of 
his poker cock meat, and didn't let go until he knew he'd started chasing 
Sharon up that terrific climb toward ecstasy from orgasm. She was on her 
way-they could both tell and she gasped in short sweet breaths, wails and 
moans and groans which gave a titillating melody to go with the slopping 
sounds between their legs. "Ahh, how sweet it is ..." 

"Mmm, yes," she agreed, feeling his pumping rod between her vaginal lips. "I 
love it." She sensed that in a few strokes he would be orgasmic again. "You 
better slow down," she warned him. "I want this one to make me cum." 

"Don't worry," he told her. "I'll take care of everything." He leaned into 
her chest and sucked on her titties. He sucked up one nipple and then the 
other, and he licked her mammaries with his long tongue, too. He coated her 
chest with fresh chills. A crop grew there, big goose bumps, and carried a 
thrill up into her blushing crimson face. "I'm hot," she moaned, "so very 
hot. I feel like I have fever or something... I'm hot... and I want... to... 
cum ... to cum ... to ... CUM!" 

She shot off her inside wad. It wasn't just fantasy. Although the man was 
gone, Sharon was awake and staring at her pussy where the big pecker machine 
was working out in her hole. She saw the thing penetrating and gyrating in 
her pussy. She wondered if it would keep going through all of her 
poly-orgasmic climaxes. There was no question that she was going to be hot 
for a good long time to come. She was juicing like a squashed orange. Her 
insides were oozing an oily lubricant and her body was shaking with 
mini-quakes. "Ah, God, yes," she grunted, and she withdrew the plastic 
pecker from her insides. "I love it," she sighed. "I absolutely love 
masturbating." 

She set the machine aside. A thought occurred to her that made her horny 
again all over. She wondered: if this is what's so nice about masturbating, 
then just think what a pleasure it would be to have the real thing! She 
couldn't get over the idea that she'd yet to have a real hot rod. 

She jumped up out of bed, a line of tell-tale oil running down her leg. She 
called her sister Ellen to come to the bedroom door. Ellen came tip-toeing 
down the hallway: "Shhhh, be quiet, Sharon. Mom and Dad are in there 
fucking. You don't want to disturb them, do you?" 

"How do you know? And besides, that's just what I wanted to ask you about. I 
want to know: is fucking better than masturbating?" 

T don't know," said Ellen. "Want to see how it is when Mom and Dad do it?" 

"Sure, but how?" 

"It's a secret Don't tell anybody. I made this hole in our wall. I wasn't 
gonna show you, but since you need to know, here." She pulled open the 
closet door, parted the clothing there and swung back a piece of cardboard. 
"You can look in that hole there." 

Sharon leaned down and peered through the hole. Inside she could see two hot 
fleshy bodies rolling one on the other. "Wow," she whispered, and she could 
see for real, for the first time in her life, what her imagination had only 
previously conjured up. "It's for REAL!" she exclaimed under her breath. 

"What's happening?" asked Ellen, "His cock: it's going up and down and in 
and out of Mom's pussy. Now it's in... now it's out... in... in ... out... 
out... in... out... out... Oh, God, he really hit her hard that time, Jesus 
... oh, wow, she's moaning and groaning and everything.. .look at that big 
muscle go. That's really something. I don't believe it at all!" She smiled 
and pulled back from the window on her parents' love making. "So that's what 
the real thing is like," she said, musing to herself. "I wonder if I can 
keep that in mind?" She put a finger to her lips and stood up from the hole 
in the window. 

Ellen commented at Sharon as the younger girl slipped out of the closet: 
"You're getting big titties, little sister." 

"They were big already. Last year, I mean. But you're right. They're getting 
larger. It happens when I masturbate or when I think about sex. They just 
swell up like that. Until I jack myself completely off. I don't know why. It 
just happens." 

"And your twat drools, too, right?" 

"Yeah, how'd you know?" asked Sharon. 

"I get turned on, dummy..." Ellen scoffed at her sister and perched herself 
down inside the closet where she could watch her parents fuck. Sharon shut 
the door behind her and climbed into bed. "You stay in there and watch 
them," said Sharon, "and I'll do a little creative work of my own out here." 
She stretched her legs wide and recalled the vision of her parents' twisting 
bodies. "Oh, God," she moaned, feeling the chills start up immediately. 
"Just thinking about it makes me hot." 

She picked up her big black machine and shoved it into her twat. T got to 
get myself a little hot, just to be sure." 

A moment later she had the entire dildo down inside her pussy. Her lovely 
browned legs were wet with perspiration and clit juice. Her dildo was 
twirling and gyrating. Her body shook with passion. "I need more," she 
gasped with her eyes closed. "Give me more. Oh, please, more ..." 

Chills climbed her thighs. The smooth skin of her chest blushed a rosy 
crimson, even through her mellow tan. The tips of her tits shined bright 
red, blood-red and nearly vermilion. Her eyes rolled inside her head as she 
tried to get even hotter by pretending that her Father's meat stroked 
between her pussy lips instead of her mother's. She couldn't give up the 
image of herself being fucked by her Father, fucked into some sort of bliss 
which she'd been yet to know. 

She knew, however, that it wouldn't be long before men from school, young 
men albeit, but men, would be asking her out. They would be pawing her body, 
running their hands up and down her chest and working their fingers into her 
hole. They would hold her ass cheeks and push their cocks in and out of her 
face. 

She pumped the plastic screw-driver, the electric pecker into her tube and 
thought up some more stuff that would make her hot. She saw herself getting 
it from her high school teacher, a man she'd always admired. She saw her 
hole getting toasted with the pecker, the hot steely meat of a football 
player she knew. She was coming out of puberty and stepping into the world 
of sex, and sin, and she knew it! She was excited by it. She pushed the big 
dildo even deeper in her vagina. 

Sharon was preparing herself for the final cuming, for the big moment. Her 
chest was full of desire. Even with her eyes closed she could see what her 
changes her adolescent body had gone through. Her hips had widened, her 
labia were thicker, her clit became easily erect. No longer was the place 
where her hymen attached tender. It was soft and moist in her cunt, all the 
time, not just when she fingered herself. And her anus-it was tight and she 
had control over it. She loved to think of herself with other men, now, 
whereas before she could only see herself with her Father or her Brother. 
She liked the idea of fucking with anyone who came to mind, and she wasn't 
afraid that she might go unconscious from masturbating. She had matured 
fully. 

She stabbed herself even harder with the big electric cock-machine. The 
thing nearly disappeared from sight between Sharon's labia. She felt the 
twisting rubber prong beating at her insides, making her juice profusely. 
She spilled out this sweetly scented ooze into a puddle beneath her cheeks. 
She was just about ready to have herself an orgasm, her second Or third, she 
couldn't be sure, when the closet door opened. Ellen stepped out. They're 
done," said Sharon's sister. "They're getting cleaned up. It's gonna be 
dinner time soon." 

"Yeah, sure," said Sharon who didn't bother to open her eyes. Ellen sat down 
on the edge of the bed and watched her sister continue to drill herself with 
the twat device. "You're really getting up there, eh?" said Ellen, merely 
observing the depth to which the big plastic rod was submerged into Sharon's 
vagina. "Don't forget to wash up for dinner." She stood up and left Sharon 
alone in bed. 

Sharon said softly: "Oh, yeah, sure, dinner..." It was, to say the least, as 
absent-minded a comment as she could possibly make. She had a twirling knob 
of plastic rubbing her clitoris into sexual perfection and her brain was 
scintillating with the notion of what it would be like to have the "real 
thing" crammed into her body. She couldn't have been less interested in 
dinner had she just been told she was the winner of a million bucks and a 
night on the town with her favorite movie star. 

She had something better than that. She had the big speed stick shoved in 
her juicy pussy and it was in high gear. Her twat lips were spread wide to 
accommodate the thing, and her fist was pulling it up and around next to her 
excited clitoris. Nothing in the world could have pulled that machine out of 
Sharon's grip. She was on her way to sexual ecstasy. 

She raised her smooth tanned thighs and adjusted the angle of the big black 
electric dildo: "Come on," she grunted. "Come on and FUCK ME!" The machine 
went in yet another inch and somewhere in the back of that tender teenager's 
pussy hole it rubbed her the rest of the way-the rubber prong triggered off 
the final thrill, a poly-orgasmic climax. Sharon gasped, her big titties 
heaving left and right as she did, "Oh, fuck. FUCK. Fuck... shit ... oh, 
fuck..." She slept through dinner, but when she woke up she had one 
overwhelming thought: "I'm gonna get me some of the real thing. I wonder who 
it'll be!" Her jumbo mammaries shivered just with the thought. 


THE END
