The Unwilling Contestant
by Janet Wells
(LLP-806)


CHAPTER ONE 

Giving up sex, even for one single weekend, was pretty traumatic for Dorothy 
DelVecchio. If there was one thing she loved, after three years of living 
with a virile man, it was the feeling of balling, of feeling his cock, so 
stimulated and hard, parting the lips of her cunt and slipping on inside, 
stuffing her belly full of man meat and making her clitoris hum "The Anvil 
Chorus." 

But, a job was a job, even if it did mean giving up her lollycock as she was 
prone to call it, especially while sucking on it in the back of her mouth, 
her tongue twirling around the knob of it like a pinwheel gone mad-and it 
wasn't like forever. By Monday night, she'd be back home with him, back in 
bed again, with his cock back where it belonged, stuffing her palpitating 
pussy. 

It wasn't every day that Dorothy landed such a choice assignment, either. 
There were many aspiring writers who would have traded a quick fuck with a 
movie monster just for the chance of covering the Miss Teenage Country 
Beauty Pageant, the nationally televised annual parade of jailbait that 
caused erections from coast to coast. And Dorothy DelVecchio landed the job 
of covering the whole shebang and writing a comprehensive in-depth article 
about it for Rock, and Riot Magazine. 

"Kidcunt" they had called it, shortcutting the unhandy name for the pageant, 
inadvertently coining a catch-phrase that was to go down in history as the 
label for the prettiest, most available, untouchable pussy in the whole 
damned country. Of course, cunt, Kidcunt or otherwise, was not exactly 
Dorothy's favorite subject, but if Rock and Riot wanted her to write about 
pussy, that's exactly what Dorothy was prepared to do, at $2,000 plus 
expenses. 

It meant leaving her Sherman Oaks hideout she shared with her lollycock as 
well as that virile object of her frequent attention for the whole weekend 
and trekking downtown. Los Angeles in the dead heat of August with the 
temperature at record levels and the only breeze being simulated on a sound 
stage all the way out in Burbank. But there was the magnificently beautiful 
Vista Grande Hotel, on an expense account, to help Dorothy shake the nagging 
blues and, just perhaps, forget about her favorite dish, eating cock by the 
cumloads. 

She had to be there early the next morning, Friday, before the girls started 
arriving. That's why Dorothy was determined to make the most of her final 
night of sexcitement. It was going to be a Thursday full of fucking, enough 
to last her until Monday and keep her clitoris thumping just from 
remembering how fantastic it had all been, how wonderful her lollycock had 
thrilled her, her pussy, filling her with dozens and dozens of 
soul-shattering orgasms. 

Dorothy had all the bags packed before he got home from the studio, winding 
up the taping for the whole season. He was to start principal photography on 
that feature film for Orbit Films in mid-September. After that, it was 
vacation time, and he was going to take Dorothy and slip out of the country 
for a whole month down in Mexico, at Las Hadras in Manzanilo. When they got 
there, Dorothy was determined to spend most of each day fucking and laying 
around in the sun and fucking and eating and fucking. 

She had been puttering around the kitchen most of the afternoon, feeling 
very uncharacteristically housewifey. Of course, Dorothy wasn't a wife, but 
she had hopes of coming out of the closet, so to speak, and publicly 
claiming her lollycock as private property. For the time being, however, it 
was much more profitable to keep his image as a free-wheeling bachelor. Only 
their most intimate friends knew that, in reality, they had been living 
together for three years and that he was, if anything, not a bachelor. Yet, 
there were girls who went to sleep every night, just dreaming of one single 
date with him. 

And Dorothy had all of his dates, his cock, his cum. He was, without the 
marriage certificate, strictly private property. She heard his beat-up old 
Volkswagen bug sputter into the driveway and die a violent death as he cut 
the ignition. His feet sounded on the driveway, crunching the loose stones, 
as Dorothy went to open the door for him, pulling him into the kitchen and 
into her arms. 

"Gee, baby," she said, "I thought you'd never get here. I've been dreaming 
of this moment all afternoon." As she kissed him, her mouth surrounding his 
entirely and drawing on it, pulling his lower lip between her teeth, her 
tongue began sliding across it, turning him on. He loved it when she nipped 
at his flesh with her sharp little teeth, anywhere, everywhere, especially 
there ... his cock and his sensitive ball sac. 

"Hmmm," he said, pulling away from her kiss and squeezing her buttocks 
fondly. "What's that I smell?" 

"Me," she smiled, "or maybe steak. I've been turning it over in terlyaki for 
three hours. It's in the broiler, cooking. It should fall apart on the 
fork." 

"Oh, Dot," he said, "I'm starved. It smells fantastic." 

Giggling, Dorothy opened the broiler and turned the steaks. "They're almost 
ready," she said. "If you are, we can start eating right away." 

"I'm starving, actually," he said. "Had a bitch of a day finishing off the 
last segment. Almost didn't make it today. The whole cast acted up, hedging 
against coming back to the studio next week for retaping." 

"Oh," she said, disappointed, "I thought we'd have that time together, as 
soon as the damned Kidcunt contest is over." He laughed, sitting down at the 
small little kitchen table and pouring thick Roquefort dressing on his 
tossed salad. "So you're calling it that too, now," he said. "But no, I 
don't have to go back. We just squeaked through at the last minute." 

Dorothy bent over again to check the steaks for the final time, her buttocks 
upending and pointing toward him. He had always thought her ass was her best 
feature, after the rest of her, but he really couldn't find anything about 
her that he didn't like. Otherwise, the three years would never have 
happened in the first place. 

At twenty three, Dorothy DelVecchio was a living doll. She looked good 
enough to be an actress, except she really didn't dig acting, or actors, or 
anyone theatrical. Except her lollycock and, with it in her somewhere, her 
mouth or preferably her cunt, she could forgive him anything, even his job 
and his incredible reputation. Dorothy had sparkling green eyes and long 
black hair. Her one hundred fifteen pounds was perfectly distributed, tits, 
waist, hips and ass, throughout her five foot seven inch frame. 

Fortunately she wore flats all the time, so as not to appear taller than his 
five foot ten. As she served the steaks, she ran across the room because 
they were so hot, dropping one onto his plate, she told herself for the 
millionth time just how lucky she was, having him all to herself. 

He was thirty one, and Dorothy loved every ounce of his one hundred sixty 
pounds, especially the nicest part of him, his cock, which, at times, way up 
inside her and about to explode cum like a machine-gun. And his balls, too, 
she loved, full and heavy and swollen and making cum like a mobile cement 
mixer, rushing toward an overdue construction project. Dorothy loved every 
one of his famous brown hairs and his coy, boyish brown eyes. But most of 
all, she loved the way he loved her. 

As she sat down across the little table from him, she poured him a second 
glass of Dago red. Even though he was making all that money, he still liked 
the simple things, like wine out of a Cribari gallon bottle, and spaghetti 
with garlic-butter sauce and, for special occasions like good-bye dinners 
and good-bye fucks, terlyaki steak. 

"Goddamn, this meat's good," he said, forking another bite into his mouth. 

"I know," Dorothy said, "you've got the best meat in town." Sometimes she 
made him blush. No matter how he tried to be worldly and superior, the 
all-purpose macho stud, she could still cut right through his posturing, his 
posing for the cameras that weren't there, and grab him right by the short 
and curly. Maybe it was what had kept them together for three years, and 
fucking more than any two people had any right to even dream about, much 
less do. 

"And as soon as we finish eating this," Dorothy said, her bare foot sliding 
up his leg and nestling in his crotch, her talented toes cleverly outlining 
his coronal ridge and pushing gently into his balls, "I'm going to eat you 
for dessert. Hmmm, me and my lollycock ... " 

"Jesus," he said, feeling her stroking of his cock and his balls start to 
permeate his entire groin with warmth and desire, "you're giving me a 
hard-on with your big toe." 

"Yeah," she said, "I can feel it growing, getting ready for me. You just 
wait until you see what I can do with it and my tongue." 

Laughing, his brown eyes sparkling in anticipation, he began woofing down 
his food, digging into his baked potato with a vengeance and splashing the 
sour cream all over his plate. 

Dorothy, who had served herself much smaller portions, was right behind him 
and they finished eating in a dead heat. Before they left the table, he 
poured their wine glasses full again and put the gallon jug in the 
refrigerator, right beside the gallon of Chablis. Sometimes he felt 
fantastic, especially after fucking, while waiting to get some of his energy 
back and another hard-on. 

Dorothy pushed her plate away and stood up too. She knew she would have to 
clean up the table before she left, or leave it for him, and that would 
never do. She decided to consolidate and clean the kitchen once only, after 
breakfast in the morning, giving her the whole night to spend with him, in 
his arms, his cock inside her, filling her dreams with happiness. 

Gleefully, spilling some of her wine on the kitchen linoleum tiles, staining 
them a dark purple where the splashes fell, she rushed after him and grabbed 
his ass with her free hand, digging into the meaty flesh of it solidly. 

"Hey," he said, "aren't you going to do the dishes?" 

"No," she replied I'm going to do you." 

"Oh, wow," he said, "I thought you'd never get around to that." He sat down 
on the couch and relaxed on the overstuffed cushions. The emotionally taxing 
day at the studio caught up with him then, rushing over him in nagging 
little waves of exhaustion. He sipped at his wine, trying to wash away the 
fatigue. 

"Oh, poor baby," Dorothy said, noticing how tired he was all of a sudden. 
"You just relax. I think I can get you up and going without much trouble." 
Dorothy fumbled around on the coffee table in front of the couch, pushing 
aside several old movie fan magazines. She finally finding what she was 
looking for under a week-old trade paper. Flipping open their stash box, 
Dorothy was glad to see they still had half a dozen joints already rolled. 
The off-yellow wheat straw cigarette papers held some of the finest Oaxacan 
she had ever tasted. Pepe brought it back from Mexico the week before, along 
with some fresh mushrooms, only they tripped off on the mushrooms right 
away, leaving only the choice quality marijuana to hold them over until the 
next solid-gold. 

When she couldn't find a match, Dorothy stood up and walked around the 
living room, finally locating a lighter atop the turntable. For grins, she 
turned the stereo on. The soft mellow sounds of music drifted over the room, 
enhancing their romantic mood. Then, flicking the lighter, she lit the 
Oaxacan J and took a deep drag, holding the smoke way down in her lungs and 
savoring it as she sat back down beside him, handing it over to share. 

He took the number and toked on it, watching the smoke rise up from the 
twisted end of the hand-rolled cigarette and hang over their heads like an 
acrid cloud. The smoke expanded quickly inside his lungs and he expelled 
some of it, avoiding a coughing spree that would not only hurt but would 
take away some of the pleasure he was storing up from the evil weed. 

"Daaammmmmmnnnnn," he said, "but this tastes good." He handed the cigarette 
back to Dorothy. 

"Yeah," she said, taking another toke, "but not nearly as good as you do, 
lover." His legs were stretched out as far as they could go in front of him. 
He really wasn't as short, at five feet ten, as most people assumed, and 
when he had the chance, he liked to stretch out long. And hard. 

His cock, already tumescent from the under-the-table toe-job, was outlined 
inside his pants, laying tightly alongside his right leg, the double bulge 
of his fat sponge-like balls mounding up near the base of it. 

"Jesus," Dorothy said, exhaling slowly, letting the smoke hang heavy around 
their heads and, slowly, drift upward toward the ceiling, "I just love to 
look at you, baby. Your cock, like this, inside your pants. Even seeing it 
this way makes my pussy snap. I must be turning into a crotch watcher. Just 
this afternoon in the supermarket, I found myself cruising the boxboy and 
the finky produce manager." 

"All right, baby," he said, "I check out tits. Everybody's tits. Even the 
ugly ones. That's how I know yours are special." 

"Ohhh," Dorothy said, cooing, taking the joint from him and clipping it into 
a corroded-end alligator clip. "Snap. Snap. You did it to me again." 

"So," he said, "go ahead, check out all the cocks in town, inside the pants 
I mean. It's only natural. " Dorothy handed him back the very short Oaxacan 
roach. "Here," she said, "you finish this. I've had enough." As he took the 
clip from her and puffed on the almost burnt-out J, Dorothy slipped down 
onto the floor beside his feet and slowly took his shoes off, massaging the 
bottom of his feet as she pulled them out of his socks. She pushed his legs 
apart and cuddled up between them, her beautiful tits smashing against the 
hardness of his cock and his balls, filling them with delightful, intimate 
warmth. 

As she deliberately rocked her upper torso, causing her breasts to move 
around on his genitalia, she pulled his shirttails out of his pants and 
unbuttoned it, laying aside the two halves and caressing his bare chest. He 
only had a few hairs on his chest, between his firmly plated pectorals, but 
they were little brown devils and they drove her wild. She caressed his 
nipples and tugged at them, drawing them out into firm, points while he 
moaned in erotic delight. 

He took the final hit off of the marijuana and tossed the burnt-out end, 
clip and all, into an ash tray, just as Dorothy opened his belt and 
unfastened the top of his pants. As she pulled the tab of his zipper down, 
she could almost feel it right inside her pussy, opening and growing moist 
and ready, the tiny little teeth making a hissing metal noise across her 
feverish clitoris and her swollen cuntal lips. 

"Oh, shit," he said, knowing he was in for another fuck session ... and 
knowing he wouldn't want it any other way. 

As Dorothy laid aside the open fly of his pants, some of his dark brown cock 
hairs poked through the gaping fly of his white boxer shorts. The single 
thing they had argued about, consistently, was his wearing underclothing. 
Dorothy, after much discussion, had finally convinced him not to wear 
T-shirts because she didn't want him to wear T-shirts, but he drew the line 
at wearing no shorts. There were many occasions, at the studio, when he was 
required to change clothes in public and there was no way he would do it 
without underwear. 

Dorothy unfastened his shorts and felt around down inside them, wrapping her 
fingers around the base of his cock and tugging hard on it, pulling it up 
through his pants leg and out into the open. Both of his balls, inside their 
crinkly-fleshed, hair-covered ballsac, mounded up out of his underwear at 
the same time. 

"Wow," he exclaimed, looking down into her eyes, still unable to believe, 
despite three years of testimony, the devotion to his cock and balls he 
clearly saw reflected in her green eyes. 

"Yeah," she said, looking at his crotch reverently, as if it was the river 
of life itself, from which poured the cum of creation. "I feel the same way, 
just looking at it. You know, lover, I used to wish I had a cock. When I was 
a kid, I was actually envious of boys, but not any more. If I had one of my 
own, I couldn't do this to yours." 

Dorothy leaned over quickly and kissed his cock right on the tip of it, her 
lips smashing against his tiny little cocklips and smearing the small glob 
of pearly white lubrication fluid that was welling up from inside his 
cockhead, appearing at its opening. 

"Oh," baby," she said, "you can't imagine how good it tastes, your cock, 
your cum. Sometimes I think I could just lick your cock around the clock." 

"Sometimes I think you do eat on it around the clock," he said. "Hey, but 
that's not a complaint. Having my cock sucked is the second best thing in 
the whole world, after fucking." 

"Hmmmmmmm," Dorothy said, laying her face down against his genitalia, 
feeling the heat of his cock shaft with her cheek and the spongy mass of his 
balls beneath her chin. She inhaled deeply of his sex scent, the strong, 
potent man smell of her lollycock that was so thoroughly familiar to her. No 
matter how often she saw it or touched it, it was always stimulating and new 
and exciting to her. She pulled his cock to her lips and savored it like 
fine brandy, swirling around inside her mouth. Then, from below his balls, 
she could see the crack of his ass and his tight puckered anus itself, 
altogether a thoroughly pleasing sight ... the body of the man she loved ... 
the man's cock and balls that she loved. 

Just watching her devotion to his sex flesh made his shaft expand against 
her chin and he squirmed around on the couch, his hips writhing reflexively. 
"You're turning me on so much this way, just looking at me and cuddling my 
cock and my balls." 

"I like to suck them, dear," Dorothy said. "Did I ever tell you that your 
cock is special to me, and your balls too?" 

"No, but how many cocks do you love to suck on?" he asked. "Oh, silly," she 
smiled, sliding her chin over his balls and making him jump in sudden 
unexpected pleasure-pain. "I only know how your cock tastes, and it smells 
wonderful, that's how His hips began writhing and gently lifting, raising 
themselves up from the couch. Taking that as a hint, Dorothy grabbed his 
pants and his boxer shorts and pulled them together from under his ass. 
Then, moving back slightly, she eased them down his legs and off, leaving 
him completely naked except for the open-front shirt, still over his 
shoulders and arms. 

Dorothy settled herself back down onto the carpet between his widespread 
legs, tight against his hairy naked thighs. She caressed them with the palms 
of her hands, tugging playfully at the coarse brown hairs, making his cock 
jump and bounce around as her hands came precariously close to touching it 
again and again. She tweaked his ballsac, tugging playfully on the hairs and 
rolling the huge! cum-swollen balls around in it, crushing them gently 
together. 

Finally Dorothy took one of his balls into her mouth and began sucking on it 
gently, mouthing it lovingly. He squirmed, causing his cock to press against 
her forehead, sounding loudly in the living room. It was almost painful to 
him, having her mouth his ball that way, yet he loved it at the same time, 
just knowing she cared enough to want to do it was, by itself, stimulating. 
She finally, much to his relief, abandoned his ball, only to instantly suck 
the other one into her mouth, treating it much as she had done the first, 
causing him to squirm anew, groaning in mingled pain and delight. 

Dorothy pulled her face up from his balls, abandoning both of them and 
leaving his ballsac wet all over, his balls ignited and agitated inside. She 
grinned up at him and stuck her tongue way out at him, leaving it out and 
running a long line right up the slick back side of his cock shaft, tracing 
the big fat vein back there that swelled with surging blood. When she 
reached the flaring rim of his cockhead, where his coronal ridge, like a 
giant mushroom cap, joined his cock shaft, she toyed with it long and 
lingeringly, using the very tip of her tongue to seek in and out of the 
convoluted contours where V-shaped, his cockhead joined together at the 
bottom. 

"OOOHHHhhh, yes," he said, moaning, his balls bouncing and his hips lurching 
toward the edge of the couch. "You're driving me out of my mind. Either suck 
my cock or stop the teasing. TAKE MY COCK IN YOUR BEAUTIFUL MOUTH AND SUCK 
IT!!! SUCK MY COCK!!!" 

Dorothy held his big hard cock in both hands at the base, deliberately 
pushing down hard against his pelvis, his balls, forcing his cock to stand 
out as hard and rigid as possible. It shook and vibrated in her hands, 
swelling still more, the skin on the surface of it as taut as the head on a 
drum. As she watched the flaring head of his cock growing fuller and deeper 
red, almost shining purplish, she could not resist any longer. Dorothy began 
licking his dick like an over-sized double-dip ice cream cone ... flavor of 
the month ... CUM ... what a-wonderful way to give head, to go down on a 
joint, to eat a dick, to suck a cock. 

As her avid tongue began laving the sensitive, swollen head of his cock, he 
began nudging further forward, trying to get closer to the source of so much 
intense pleasure. His hips whipped gently from side to side and his buttocks 
dug into the sofa. "Oh, he said. WHAT YOUR TONGUE'S DOING TO MY COCKHEADM! 
EAT IT! EAT MY DICK!!!" 

Dorothy lifted herself higher and spread her legs wide. She could feel the 
juices of her pussy gathering just inside her cuntal lips and leaking out, 
soaking the crotch piece of her thin little bikini panties. It bothered her 
and excited her because she knew that, all too soon, her panties would slip 
off and they would be in bed, along with his second erection, and writhing 
into their first real fuck of the evening that was shaping up to becoming a 
day to remember forever. 

She sank down onto the head of his cock, taking it all into her mouth and 
closing her lips tight just behind his coronal ridge, deliberately 
frictioning around on his cockhead, twisting herself and corkscrewing down 
on it again and again, making it as tight and as hot and as pleasant as she 
knew how to do it. 

When her redoubled attentions seared his cockhead with liquid oral action, 
he knew that his end was in sight and that his orgasm could not be . delayed 
for very long. "Oh, Dorothy!!!" he gasped, "If you don't stop, I'm going to 
cum. DO YOU WANT MY CUM IN YOUR MOUTH??? You had better stop what you're 
doing and let me fuck you. OH, GOD!!! I'M GOING TO CUM. CCCUUUMMM!!!" 
Dorothy wanted it just that way, in her mouth, in her throat, down into her 
belly. She knew that he had lots more cum where that came from and it was up 
to her to get the nozzle into hard-fucking shape again, and she was just the 
girl to do it, too. 

She slipped her hand beneath his balls, cupping them both tightly, 
possessively, as her oral suctioning intensified, her cheeks clinging in 
tightly to the tasty tip of his mammoth cockhead. Her finger slipped into 
the crack of his ass and forced itself up into his anus to and then she 
suddenly started twisting around inside his asshole. 

That was all it took for him. The incredible sweet attention her mouth, her 
tongue and her lips were giving to his cockhead, along with the palm of her 
hand around his balls, kneading them encouragingly and her sliding finger in 
his asshole sent him right over the edge. His hot semen rushed up the long 
hard length of his cock and into the reservoir of his cockhead, forcing his 
cock tip wide apart as it jetted out. His cum, like a volley of hot sperm, 
struck sharply against the back of her throat and her taste buds, setting 
them afire with flavorful pulsations. 

Dorothy redoubled her efforts, milking the length of his cock shaft with her 
free hand, nursing all of the thick cum out of her lollycock as she could 
possibly get, swallowing it down into her belly where it turned into heat 
surrounding her cunt from the inside, getting it ready for an all-night, 
slow-paced, incredibly satisfying cock-in-cunt fuck. 

When she could get no more cum out of his cock and the head of it was so 
sensitive and tingling that he was whimpering and crying out, begging her to 
stop sucking on his prick, Dorothy slowly surrendered, giving his 
over-excited cock back to him. 

She stood up and faced him, pulling her dress up over her head and swirling 
it around once before releasing it, letting it fall to the floor. All she 
was wearing were yellow bikini panties with a slippery wet crotch piece. As 
she pulled them off, she swung them toward him. 

"Come on, stud," she said, "it's time for action. Dorothy needs a good fuck 
in the worst way." 

Behind them, on the record turntable, long Blue Oyster Cult was silent now 
as it continued circling endlessly. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Dorothy DelVecchio had anticipated a frantic Friday morning. She had even 
loaded up the automatic coffee maker the night before, so she could have 
time enough left over for a quick early-morning fuck. As it was, they had 
spent most of the night doing just that. Every time one of them thought 
about sleeping, the other would remember they wanted to fuck, and start all 
over again. 

Still, the shrill ringing of the alarm got Dorothy out of bed, much to her 
regret. It would be so much more relaxing just to stay there, cuddled up 
next to him spoon fashion, her slick smooth buttocks tight against his cock 
and balls and nest of-hair, drawing comfort and reassurance from them, even 
in her fucked-out sleep. The bed was a mess, all crumpled and wrinkled and 
streaked with cum, larger puddles doing their damndest to soak right into 
the mattress itself. 

As Dorothy looked down at herself, seeing the evidence of their lovemaking 
all over her body, one particularly healthy splash of his cum already dried, 
right across her belly, pulling her flesh tight in its sticky contraction. 
She scraped at it with her fingernails, flaking some of it off like cum 
snowflakes, falling silently to the floor. Dorothy was positive she smelled 
like a whore house at shore leave time. She was just one big pussy smell 
from her head to her toes and, leaning down over the bed, shaking her 
lollypop, taking his limp prick and pulling on it to awaken him, she smelled 
his scent as well. Both of them smelled like screwing, the strong aroma of 
churned-up fuck fluids. 

"Oh, Dorothy," he said, stretching and rubbing his eyes, feeling her tugging 
at his limp cock and dragging him out of bed by it, "is it that time 
already?" 

"Yeah, I'm afraid it is," Dorothy replied, refusing to relinquish her grip 
on his cock, leading him right into the big bathroom by pulling on it. 
"We'll have to pass up breakfast as it is." She turned on the water and 
waited just a minute for the hot water to come through before pushing him 
into the shower stall ahead of herself. 

"Ouch, shit!" he called out sharply. "It's cold." Then, slowly, "Hmmmmmmm!" 
That was Dorothy's signal to join him inside the shower stall. She slipped 
quickly in and right beneath the cascading water, turning around to get 
herself wet all over, as he had done before her. 

The, without wasting too much time, she grabbed the bar of soap and foamed 
big handfuls of lather up, rubbing them all over his body, washing him 
thoroughly. When she had removed most of the fuck tracks and the strongest 
pockets of aroma from his body, she began concentrating on the naughty bits. 
She rubbed the soap through the crack of his ass and under his balls, making 
it foam up thickly around his ballsac. As she scrubbed them thoroughly, she 
noticed how full and swollen they were, their spongy orbs burning feverishly 
into her fingers. 

The sensation of her devoted attentions to his body, her hands rubbing 
familiarly into the crack of his ass and around his balls, was turning him 
on again. Despite all his efforts to resist the temptation, his cock, 
normally large and heavy anyway but now still extended and hard from a night 
of wanton sexual excesses, began elongating again. 

Dorothy watched his dick stretch out right before her eyes. It lengthened 
and swelled then, began hardening and erecting, jerking upright in little 
leaps and bounds, encouraged by her gentle massaging of his balls. When it 
had reached almost full length, full width, it was almost upright, close to 
his hair-covered belly. The big head of his cock began swelling then, the 
skin on it growing tighter and turning purplish from gathered-up blood 
inside it. A heavy drop of pre-cum gathered at his cocktip and looked like 
more soapsuds. 

She took his hard-on in her hands, filled with lather, and lovingly worked 
up and down the long hard length of it, double-fist fucking her lollycock. 
His knees bent and he hunched forward noticeably, offering more and more of 
his sex flesh to her manipulations. 

Dorothy had a sense of power every time she had his cock in her possession. 
Anywhere. It was as if she knew instinctively that she could cause him to do 
absolutely anything, just from applying the simplest pressure to his 
cockhead, frictioning it this way for this intent and that way for the 
other. Like holding the whole fucking world in her hand. Or in her mouth or 
her cunt, wherever it happened to be at the moment the realization came to 
her again. Prick power. The hand that coddles the cock rules the world ... 
to hell with the cradle rocking, get on with the fucking. 

"Lover," she said, "I can't leave you with me in this condition." 

"Hunh?" he asked, already weak in his knees and his eyes glazed over in 
lust. 

"My cunt's killing me," she said. "It's itching like mad and ... and, I 
think I'm cumming again. NUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!! NUUUGGGGHHH!!! I've just GOT TO 
FUCK YOU ONCE MORE." Dorothy stood up and faced him squarely, pushing him 
back under the shower spray again and washing most of the soap off of the 
front of him, off of his cock and his balls. Then, giving a yelp of joy, she 
grabbed him around the neck and jumped up into the air. 

He caught her beneath her wide-spread thighs as her open-mouthed cunt banged 
against his belly and, with his help, lowered gently until it made contact 
with the upright head of his fully erect cock. He gasped at the hot 
sensation of her pussy lips, just barely enfolding the very end of his 
cockhead and butted around with his hips until he knew he had securely 
seated it within her moist vagina. 

Dorothy gave out a long low moan as he quickly lowered her down onto 
himself, penetrating her throbbing pussy with his hard cock stick as he 
pushed her down onto it, skewering her on cock that stuffed her cunt 
completely. With all of her weight being supported by his hands and his 
cock, her pussy felt stretched and stuffed to the absolute limit. All she 
had to do was bounce gently and the head of it, way up inside the soft 
buttery depths of her cuntal mouth scraped provocatively against her cervix. 

He began raising her and lifting her, sliding her up and down on the shaft 
of his cock, bottoming out each time to the absolute limit and letting his 
dick soak in the hotly soothing juices of her muscle-ringed cuntal canal. As 
the friction got to her and she began whimpering, he could tell that Dorothy 
was about to have another orgasm. There was no way she could deny it or fake 
it out, when her cunt started snapping tightly around his cock, squeezing it 
almost painfully, she was having an orgasm, pure and simple. The hot flush 
of warmth that surrounded his cockhead when that happened sent the message 
right to his balls, turning loose his own torrent of jism. 

He ejaculated. His cockhead split right open and his semen splurted way up 
inside her, filling the soft buttery depths of her upright pussy with his 
hot sticky cum, his ... fourth? fifth? ... load of the evening, the morning 
rather. 

"HUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!" Dorothy said, grinding her cunt down onto the knob of his 
cockhead, feeling his jism jetting around inside her, coating her cunt with 
liquid thrills. "HUUUNNNNGGGHHHH!!! I'M CCCCCUUUUUMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!!! I'M 
CCCCCUUUUU-UMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGG!!!!" 

"Oh, wow," he said, feeling the last jets of his cum tear through his 
cockhead and spit out inside her, "me too. HERE! FEEL THIS! AND THIS ONE 
TOO! CHRIST ... FEEL MY COCK INSIDE YOUR CUNT, FILLING IT WITH MY HOT CUM. 
MY HHHOOOTTTT CCCUUUMMMM!!! CCCCUUUUMMMMM!!!!" 

They had toast and coffee and diary orange juice for breakfast. There wasn't 
time for more. It was all Dorothy could do, after the stand-up fuck, to wash 
the pussy smells off of her body, rushing out to dress, leaving him to do 
his own bathing for once. 

"Oh, baby," she said after he had finished showering and was standing in the 
middle of the bedroom floor, dripping on the carpet and drying himself, 
"maybe we shouldn't have had that last fuck. I didn't realize how much 
time's passing by. I'll never make it down there in time before the kid 
cunts start arriving." 

"Hey, hey, hey," he said, characteristically, reverting to his television 
role and snapping his fingers. "Don't worry about a thing. You know you can 
fake out whatever it is you don't actually so, so just relax. The Miss 
Teenage Country Beauty Pageant will not go A on without you, I promise...." 
Dorothy laughed, watching him go through his strutting routine, finger 
popping, his tumescent and rubbed red cock hanging heavy and flopping around 
as he went through his TV antics, his big heavy-hanging balls bouncing 
around wildly. 

"You're an asshole, lover," she said. "Yeah," he said, "that may be so, but 
at least I'm your asshole He followed her on into the kitchen completely 
naked, grabbing the toast and coffee. Exactly the way Dorothy liked to see 
him, so well fucked there could be little chance of another erection, one 
that wasn't exclusively hers. It wasn't that she was greedy or anything, but 
that she just loved to fuck him, and she didn't want to waste any of it, 
ever or to think some other girl was collecting any of Dorothy's 
private-stock cum. 

"I really have to run now, lover," she said, her suitcase in hand and her 
large purse stuffed with her writing materials, her tape recorder hanging 
from her shoulder. "Gee, I'm going to miss you." 

"It isn't as if you won't see me," he said. "Yeah, that's the worst part of 
it," Dorothy said, "seeing you and not being able to touch you, like 
this...." she grabbed his cock and cuddled it possessively " ... or to kiss 
you, like this...." Dorothy kissed him right on his mouth, tasting the soap 
from the shower and the black coffee, little crumbs of toast clinging to the 
corners of his mouth. 

"Hey, hey, hey," he said, finger snapping again. "That'll be enough of that. 
You don't want to work up another boner do you, babe? and miss the whole 
Kidcunt contest while we fuck "I love you, lollycock," Dorothy said, forcing 
herself out the door and into her three-year-old Datsun. She didn't look 
back, because she knew if she did and saw him standing in the kitchen door 
beside the driveway, naked as a jaybird, his appealing cock hanging there 
waiting for her to swing on it, she would back out. 

Dorothy backed out of the driveway and into the street, shifting and heading 
toward the freeway that would take her from Sherman Oaks to downtown Los 
Angeles ... to the hotel and the nationally televised Kidcunt contest. 

Dorothy's point of contact was Duke Meadows, perennial master of ceremonies 
of the annual beauty contest. His face was as familiar to generations of 
boobtube addicts. Although Dorothy had never met the man before, she knew he 
was well prepared, for her that Friday morning. When she arrived at his 
suite, after checking in and being shown to her own room on the twelfth 
floor, she was shown right in without delay. 

Duke Meadows was talking on the telephone but he waved her toward a pot of 
coffee. As she helped herself, to coffee Dorothy listened to Duke haggling 
about details and the number of television cameras that were supposed to 
cover the main telecast, scheduled for prime network time all across ABC on 
Sunday night. She was almost finished with her coffee by the time he hung up 
the phone. 

"I'm sorry, Miss DelVecchio," he began. "Call me Dorothy, please," she said, 
interrupting him. "Of course, and I'm Duke," he said. "You will just have to 
work around me and catch your chances with me as you can find them, I'm 
afraid. The pace is going to get pretty hectic around here from now on." 

"I'm used to working under pressure, Duke," Dorothy said, checking to-make 
sure her tape recorder was working properly. "I did have a file on the girls 
prepared for you, all the contestants are included in it, photographs, 
resumes, etc.," he said. "You can use it for your background material after 
the telecast. I'll have it sent to your room, now that I know you've 
arrived." 

"Why thank you, Duke," Dorothy said, genuinely pleased at his 
thoughtfulness. She made a mental note to say something kind about the aging 
television personality in her article. She had tentatively wanted to call it 
"Fear and Trembling in Kidcunt Territory" as a tribute to Hunter Thompson, 
but was using that only as a working title for the piece. 

Just then the door to the suite opened and half a dozen people came barging 
in. Duke made an effort to introduce some of his staff members to Dorothy 
and then abandoned it, concentrating on their problems and ignoring her 
entirely. 

"You know Duke," one of the men said, "I swear they're getting younger every 
year, and a hell of a lot more attractive." 

"Yeah," added someone else. "They're so fuckable it's a crying shame they're 
just kids." Duke turned sharply to the man who had just spoken, "Hey," he 
said, "remember that chick from Indiana, two years ago? It cost me a pretty 
penny to keep you out of the slammer after you banged that kid. I don't want 
any repeats, you understand." 

"Yeah, sure, Duke," the man quickly said. "I understand. Ain't no body 
supposed to fuck these kids but the judges, 'cause you ain't responsible for 
them. Did I get it right?" 

"You sure did, Red," Duke said, "right as rain." Someone else walked into 
the room and interrupted the gaggle on multiple conversations. "Hey, Duke," 
she exclaimed, shouting to override the noise, "they're starting to come in 
already. 

Better shag your ass out here and say hello to these kids before they get 
busted for soliciting. I've seen less professional looking hustlers on the 
Strip." 

"Oh my God," Duke Meadows said, the realization that the whirlwind was 
taking off again coming full-blown inside his mind. 

Duke stood up, slowly, dreading to face the ordeal but knowing he was 
helpless to do otherwise. He walked to the door and out into the corridor, 
becoming magically transformed, as he crossed the threshold, into the 
familiar face known to television viewers, his broad painted-on smile 
rigidly in place. 

Then he saw her, the prettiest little thing in the whole wide world. Sally 
Ann Kingston was most appealing. She had, at sixteen, just barely passed the 
minimum age requirements. She would be competing against older, much more 
sophisticated teenagers for the Kidcunt crown. Sally Ann was so sweet and 
innocent looking, unquestionably a virgin, that everyone who so much as 
looked at her wanted to throw her right down on the spot and fuck her, just 
like that. At five foot six inches, her one hundred ten pounds were 
perfection personified. She had absolutely everything in absolutely the 
right place, all wrapped up in flashing blue eyes and the longest, nearly 
platinum blonde hair anyone could ever hope to encounter. 

"Ah, Miss ... uh...." Duke Meadows said, hastily consulting some notes in 
his hand. "Sally Ann Kingston, I believe." He took the young girls hand and 
smiled down into her open, innocent face. Just standing that close to the 
nubile child made his balls twist around in Duke's ballsac and his randy old 
cock to stretch out a quarter of an inch at least. 

"Oh, Mr. Meadows," she said, her voice carrying the slightest trace of an 
accent. "I never dreamed that I'd be here with you, like this, just the two 
of us...." For some reason, Sally Ann failed to take notice of the large 
entourage that always followed Meadows around, to say nothing of Dorothy 
DelVecchio, standing as close to them as she dared. 

It was easy to see that the temptation, especially for masculine members, 
was rampant at the Miss Teenage Country Beauty Pageant. Dorothy made a 
mental note to keep close tabs on who was getting to the underaged beauties 
and just how thoroughly they were managing to do it. 

Duke had no sooner managed to get rid of Sally Ann Kingston when he was set 
upon again. It seemed that almost all of the girls felt it their duty to 
check in with him, even though he was only nominally the television master 
of ceremonies. He was nevertheless the most prominent name associated with 
the annual beauty contest. The girls not only felt compelled to check with 
Duke but to be none too subtle in their offers of favors grantable for extra 
considerations received. 

All of the girls, more or less, were carbon copies of the others, seemingly 
stamped out of a beauty mold that, endlessly, cast the perfect form, like 
Kewpie dolls at a carnival game booth. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was very late on Friday night and Duke Meadows finally found himself 
alone. Dorothy DelVecchio was one of the last persons to remain with him, 
and even she had, finally, been asked to leave his suite. It had been a most 
exhausting and long day for Duke Meadows, who felt a great deal older than 
the age he pretended to be. He made a last minute run-through of the 
luxurious hotel suite, making quite sure he was really alone and that none 
of his assistants, however motivated, had remained behind to help him out. 

Then, taking a Valium, Duke stretched out in the big oversized hotel bed and 
closed his eyes. As his body slowly started relaxing, throwing off the 
physical and mental traumas of the hectic day, a rather peculiar dream began 
edging into his consciousness, filling him with excitement and dread. 

In his dream, he was no longer alone in the hotel suite. One of irresistibly 
fuckable little girls was there with him. It was difficult in the darkened 
room to identify her. All Duke knew was that she was one of the 
five-foot-six-inch, one-hundred-ten-pound lovelies who tumbled out of the 
Kidcunt mold some seventeen years earlier. Then, as he struggled with his 
vision and his senses, he began to notice little details about the girl. She 
had beautiful strawberry red hair, for instance, and penetratingly bright 
green eyes. She seemed to loom up beside his bed like some phantom, who had 
come to suck the night away, nursing at Duke Meadows' flesh fountain, his 
throbbing cock. The redheaded beauty was wearing something long and thin and 
flowing, the gossamer material of the garment billowing out around her in 
heavy waves, like a ghost from a late, late movie. One of Dracula's brides, 
perhaps, her lush mouth slightly parted, the glowing red lips and vibrantly 
ready to caress him anywhere, devouring his flesh, especially his cock and 
balls. 

Looking up at the swaying, dancing figure in his drugged half-sleep, Duke 
gave a passing thought that she might, indeed, be real and not just a 
figment of his nearly exhausted imagination, but he quickly rejected the 
thought. After all, he remembered perfectly checking the suite to make sure 
none of his assistants had lingered behind. It would have been almost 
impossible to hide from him, unless it had been done deliberately. Someone 
could have crawled under his bed, of course, or hidden inside his shower 
stall. Only that was sheer idiocy, hiding in his room to find him alone, to 
dance for him, swaying provocatively beneath thin gossamer cloth that clung 
effortlessly to the alluring form of the sweet young child. 

Duke could clearly see, beneath the thin fabric, her taut breast nipples 
centered inside the dark brown areolas. He could see the fine form of her 
girlish waist as it dipped in narrow and sharp, her proud little belly 
button, like a beacon in the fog, drawing Duke's eyes to her flat smooth 
belly. 

And her bright red pubic patch. His eyes found it automatically, zeroing in 
on it like a compass pointing north, pointing right at her pretty little 
snatch. Her pubic hair looked as if it had deliberately been shaped, trimmed 
down until it was a perfect heart shape. A valentine ... a gift for a lover. 
Roses are red and violets are blue, you look good enough to screw. 

Inside his pajama bottoms, the only thing Duke Meadows wore to bed, his cock 
began stirring. Before he took his night-time Valium, Duke would have sworn 
that nothing, absolutely nothing, could have aroused him. There was no way 
he could have achieved an erection or become horny. A hard-on was the last 
thing he could have imagined for himself. 

Nevertheless, his old cock stretched and twisted around, pulling free of the 
confines of Duke's thigh and stretching out along his leg. As it began to 
move, all by itself, like a snake crawling out of its den, Duke's balls 
twisted around in his ballsac and began swelling, throbbing with a vague 
pain that would not leave him until his balls emptied, giving up his semen 
to the first willing receptacle that would stand still long enough to 
collect it. 

His blood was running heavy and thick and his nerve-endings beginning to 
tingle. His groin, already hot and heavy, nagged at him insistently. And 
still the pretty young dream girl danced for Duke, only now her dance began 
taking on more depraved overtones. As she swirled around his bed, her 
gossamer covering billowing out around her, she deliberately lifted it now 
and then so her body, completely naked, could be revealed. It glowed with a 
healthy vitality that only youth possessed. Fine, nubile youth in the prime 
of fuckability. And her red hair only seemed to enhance her dream image just 
that much more, promising a fire in her cunt and a responsiveness of sex 
that was both unique and rare to encounter. 

Duke's loins fairly ached with need. It had been days since he had made love 
to anyone, his mind had been so occupied with the upcoming pageant. But now, 
alone in his bed, he surrendered to the eroticism of his dream, his 
imagination, and let the juices flow right to his groin, into his cock and 
his balls, priming them for the ultimate fantasy, a fine flying fuck. One of 
those rare wet dreams that felt so real he just wanted to shout out his joy 
and cum all over the big hotel bed. 

The dancing girl paused right beside the bed, looking down at him. She was 
so close he could almost reach out and touch her, if she had been real. And 
she smelled like cunt. It was one of the very first times that Duke had a 
dream he could smell, and he breathed deeply of her heady odor the turned-on 
scent of her juiced-up pussy, knowing that the honey, already hot and heavy, 
was roiling around inside her sweet little pussy lips, eager to surround his 
cock and soak into his flesh, imparting the special woman scent of her cunt 
right to his sex flesh and branding it with her smell. 

Giggling slightly, she raised her arms high up over her head, bringing with 
them the free flowing gossamer wrap. As she released it, it fluttered 
noisily to the floor behind her, leaving her standing there starkly, 
completely naked. 

Her hands fluttered down her sides and seemed to be outlining for Duke, in 
case he failed to notice, the lushness and desirability of her form. Her 
skin was flawless and brightly shell pink, and seemed to pulsate with an 
alluring glow. The young girl cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted 
them slightly, turning the tips up toward her beautiful young face. Her 
green eyes flashed wickedly and much of her hair fell down over her face, 
causing her to peer through it conspiratorially, as if hiding behind 
something in order to do her naughty thing. 

Her tongue slid through her lips and moistened them, making them glow wetly 
in the dim light of the bedroom. Her mouth parted slightly, as if offering 
it as a hole for his cock, as a haven for it to snuggle into, a safe harbor 
to nestle through the perilous night. Then, looking at him through her 
uptilted eyes, she licked her nipples. One at a time. She just licked them, 
laving them with her tongue and making them grow long and hard, standing 
right up there like hard little pencil erasers covered with her shiny slick 
spittle. They pointed at Duke like twin turret guns swooping down on an 
unprotected Vietnam village and he received their volleys of lust right in 
the pit of his stomach. 

His cock throbbed and stretched out longer, tenting the thin cotton fabric 
of his pajama bottoms rigidly. It ached from the tight confines of the pants 
leg, but it was only a dream ache and Duke knew it would go away, after his 
cum, along with his rampant erection. His balls, too, twisted around inside 
their ballsac, began to rise slowly toward the root of his cock, wanting to 
be closer to the center of action when the fucking began. 

The girl lifted the blanket and sheet gently, sliding them back down off of 
Duke's body, trying not to disturb him in his reverie. When she dropped them 
at his feet, she could clearly see the rigid outline of his hard cock and 
swollen balls, tenting out the fabric of his pajamas. "Ohhh," she whispered, 
purring gently, leaning over and admiring the shape of his cock and his 
balls closer. She could actually feel the heat radiating upward from them, 
and watch his cock as it gently pulsated, making the tent of cotton stretch 
and relax, stretch and relax. Where his cockhead, fully engorged with fresh 
hot blood, poked against his pajamas, she could see the wide flaring rim of 
his coronal ridge, pushing against the fabric, showing her the whole shape 
of his extra wide glans. Just at the tip of it, a damp spot was forming 
where his cum was drooling outward through his cocktip, spotting his pajamas 
and growing larger, damper, as his desire worked through his loins. 

"Oh, Dukie," she said, "You look so ... so beautiful. I just love the way 
your cock's already hard, sticking out inside your pajamas. It looks so 
pretty. I can hardly wait to ... to look at it. To finally touch it." 

Something was wrong. In the back of his mind, Duke Meadows knew this was not 
really a dream and that the fantastic naked girl who was crawling into bed 
with him was real. She was alive. She was flesh and blood and tits and ass 
and cunt. She was fuckable. 

He wanted to dip his wick into her honeypot one little time. Just for 
letting the head of it ease through her sweet little cuntal lips and touch 
the inside of her fuck hole once. "Yes," Duke said aloud, struggling, trying 
to clear his head of the phantom of his dream, to shake away the 
debilitating effects of the Valium he had taken earlier. "No. This isn't 
right. This can't be happening." 

"Ohhh, Dukie," the girl said, giggling wildly as she clambered onto the bed 
beside him, causing it to jiggle and bounce. Her naked breasts crushed 
against his bare chest, the sharp little nipples pressing into the matted 
hair of his chest. "Don't you remember? It's me, Vickie Williams, from this 
afternoon? When we met, I told you I'd be back tonight, to show you how much 
I can ... really appreciate a big powerful man like you ... " 

"Oh, God, no," Duke repeated. "None of this is happening. I'm just dreaming. 
A nightmare. A horrible sex dream. I'll wake up in the morning and nothing 
will have happened at all." 

"Don't you bet on it, Dukie," Vickie said, her hand finding its way through 
the slightly gaping fly of his pajama bottoms. Her fingers trailed hotly 
through his pubic hair, tangling up inside it before making contact with the 
flesh of his cock. Then, as the fever-hot contact was made uniting her 
fingers with the shaft of his cock, it gave a mighty lurch and stretched out 
even longer, tighter inside his pajama leg. 

Vickie giggled again, like a little girl who has finally located the source 
of all her pleasure, and let her fingers dig roughly into the flesh of his 
cock, pulling at it. She struggled, moving it around inside his pajamas, 
righting it with extreme difficulty and causing him sharp, piercing pain. 
But, once she had it upright and sticking out of his pajamas, it instantly 
felt much better, freed of the confinement and the downward pulling 
tensions. As if celebrating because of its freedom, Duke's old cock 
stretched some more, growing harder while Vickie watched, admiringly, at 
close range. She scooped back down inside his pajamas again and wormed her 
hand beneath his heavy crinkle-fleshed ballsac, tugging at the dark brown 
hairs that covered it before lifting both of them out of his pajamas beside 
his cock shaft. 

"Oh, Dukie," she said, gazing down onto his cock and balls, "I swear they're 
the biggest balls I've ever seen. And your cock ... God, it's huge. I just 
love big hard cocks, Dukie, especially ones with fat purple knobs, like 
yours. They look so ... oh ... delicious!" Duke shuddered and groaned, 
knowing that dream or not, there was no way he would ever leave that bed 
without fucking the sweet youngster, though it was a moot point whether or 
not she was actually doing the fucking. 

"Oh, Dukie," Vickie said, "I've just got to see the rest of your body. You 
don't know how many years I've dreamed of this minute, just watching you on 
television, looking at your crotch, wanting to touch you here. I dreamed of 
ripping your pants open and grabbing your dick, and fucking you right there 
on prime-time television." 

As she said this, she frantically pulled at the snaps of his pajama bottoms, 
throwing the fly open and tugging at it, tearing the fabric in her haste to 
make him naked. Knowing that he was powerless to resist, Duke helped her by 
lifting his slim hips up off of the mattress. Her sweet little hands ran 
down his hips, the outside of his thighs, pushing his pajamas down. Her 
touch, along his naked body, was like liquid fire, promising ecstasies 
unknown that were going to surround him. 

Duke shuddered and his balls grew tighter up against the base of his cock, 
feeling heavier than the swollen, cum-filled testicles had ever felt before. 
His cock jiggled and wobbled from the excited flutter his body gave 
involuntarily, feeling the child's sweet hands caressing his hips and his 
buttocks. 

"You're something else for an old man," Vickie said, when she finally had 
him naked. "Your cock doesn't look a day over thirty, and your balls ... 
wow, they're so full and heavy. I could just eat them right off of you." 

Vickie leaned down over Duke's appealing crotch, her long red hair flowing 
onto his belly and surrounding his upright cock and painfully swollen balls, 
feeling like a million sex tendrils constantly taunting his fuck flesh as 
she rocked her head gently back and forth, deliberately causing the hairs to 
flutter around his groin, tantalizing him with her wicked wantonness. She 
could feel the fire-like heat of his fuck flesh raising up to her face in 
rolling waves as his passion intensified. His sex smell, too, seemed to 
increase and become stronger and she could detect the difference in the 
smell of his cock from the smell of his balls or from his anus, sheltered 
inside the sweat-slick crack of his ass, just beneath his up-tight ballsac. 

Vickie breathed in his strongly potent man smell, filling her nostrils with 
the unique scent of his sex, of his cock and his balls holding his aroma 
deeply inside her lungs and savoring it with anticipation, struggling with 
herself not to just sink down onto it, claiming his fuck pole for herself. 
Already Vickie's passionate pussy was unfolding like a flower at the peak of 
perfection. The swollen petal-like lips of her cunt slightly parted so the 
heavy flow of her pussy honey could coat them and make them shiny and slick, 
ready for whatever attention her vulva was going to receive. The delicate 
inner lips of her cuntal mouth, too, were swollen and ready, pulsating hotly 
from the heat of her need, from her inner turmoil. The sides of her cunt 
were snapping tightly together, trying to grasp, to cling to his cock, even 
though it was no where near being inside of her cuntal mouth at all. 

"Oh, Dukie," she said, moaning, lowering her face until her cheek nestled 
alongside his rampant cock shaft, the broad swollen head of his dick 
sticking into her strawberry red hair and streaking it with his cum as the 
pearly white drop, gathered at his cocklips, was brushed off into her 
tresses. "I never dreamed your cock'd be so big. I'm going to touch it now 
... just a touch ... to see what it feels like." 

"Oh, shit, don't," Duke said, still fighting with his conscience to do what 
was legally proper with the young child, to avoid fucking her, knowing he 
would, in the end, do the right thing, by fucking her. "Please. This is all 
wrong. You shouldn't even be here. Not like this anyway. Don't ... THAT'S 
... THAT'S wrong, touching my cock that way, my balls. Don't do it. OH, 
SHIT, DO IT! DO IIITT! PLEASE DON'T. STOP IT! YES, LIKE THAT ... SQUEEZE MY 
COCK! YES! AND MY BALLS, TOO, BOTH OF THEM. YEAH! OH, WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO 
MY COCK AND MY BALLS!!! Oh, DO IT! DO HITTT!!!" 

With such encouragement as she was receiving, Vickie felt compelled to excel 
at her favorite past-time, cocksucking. She had tasted her first dick at an 
early age, and her first load of cum the year after that, and she was a 
professional at it already, devoting much care and attention to the finer 
nuances of detail, of tongue fluttering and cock swallowing, of teeth 
nipping and lip frictioning. All in all, Vickie Williams was one fine 
cocksucker. 

And she hadn't even touched Duke's dick with her mouth yet. Not even one 
kiss, right on his cocklips, to show him how very friendly she could be, 
given the opportunity. Instead, all she was doing was fondling his flesh, 
holding the shaft of his cock close to her face and palm-cupping his 
ballsac, gently kneading the double ovoids together, encouraging them to 
give up their jism for her benefit. 

Finally, after nearly driving Duke Meadows out of his mind, she licked his 
cock once. It tasted fat and hot and heady, having a special flavor all its 
own like dried up piss and flaked-off cum and, altogether, delicious. She 
smacked her lips and checked out the flavor again, deciding that she wanted 
more, more, more. 

Vickie opened her mouth wide and sank down over the knob of Duke's cock, 
taking the whole wide head of it inside and letting her lips close tight 
just behind his coronal ridge, trapping his whole tip inside her fire-like 
oral cavity and letting it soak in her spit while her tongue, rolling in 
waves of his flavor, carried his taste right to her throat and down into the 
pit of her belly, right near the place where, from the other end, she wanted 
his cockhead to be resting. 

The suddenness of Vickie's cocksucking took Duke by complete surprise. One 
minute his cock was tight against her cheek, poking through her pretty red 
hair and the next it was against the back of her throat, soaking in the fire 
of her spittle, her tongue hard against the delicately sensitive tissues of 
his cockhead and laving it like mad, trying to drive him right off the bed 
with the frenzy of her mouth action against his hot, hard fuck flesh. 

Duke's balls seemed to grow double in size abruptly, filling with cum juice 
and heating it up, readying it for the long surge of his ejaculation when it 
would go rushing up through the hard shaft of his cock, filling the thick 
vein of it and gathering up again just inside Duke's cockhead, there to wait 
for the ultimate moment when he could no longer hold it back. When he would 
have to surrender his man cum to the voraciously cock-eating girl child who 
was such a beauty, cocksucker supreme, man pleaser of the world and Kidcunt 
contestant. 

Vickie loved the flavor of his cockhead. It tasted like fresh roasted 
cornish game hen to her, heady and ruggedly potent with an almost 
indefinable specialness about it. She twisted up her tongue and made a sharp 
point of it, digging right down inside his pisshole with the drill of her 
tongue, lapping at it and stretching the tiny opening wider, pushing at the 
sides of his cock mouth and making it gape, going deeper down inside his 
cockhead than anything had ever penetrated before. And all of that just to 
get at more and more of his drooling pre-cum, the before-fuck lubrication 
fluid that his system generated to coat his cockhead and make it slick and 
ready to penetrate any available opening, to stuff it and fill it with hot 
hard mancock. 

The almost painful sensations of Vickie's tongue drilling down inside his 
cockhead made Duke jerk and lurch on the big hotel bed, his hips flopping 
upward against the small girl child, causing her breasts to dig into his 
belly and her free hand to grip, tighter, around his thigh, holding him 
firmly in place for her oral orgy that simply could not be denied. Once 
Vickie Williams got her lips locked around a cockhead, nothing could cause 
her to release the dick until Vickie was ready to do it all by herself. 

Her hand slipped down off of Duke's hairy thigh and wormed its way between 
his buttocks, slicking up and down inside the tight, sweat filled crevice 
between them. Then, just as she found his tiny puckered little asshole, she 
bit into his cockhead with her sharp, pointy little teeth. 

Duke didn't even know she had penetrated his asshole up to her first 
knuckle, so sharp had been the pain surrounding his overly sensitive 
cockhead in the hot depths of her mouth. 

Then, as Vickie slowly forced more and more of her long, talented finger 
into Duke's asshole, now in as far as the second knuckle, she began twisting 
around on his cockhead, swirling her mouth, her tongue around it corkscrew 
fashion. She intensified the tension, the friction, at all points of 
contact, taking his entire cockhead and swirling around it inside her mouth, 
twisting around the shaft and taking more and more of it into her mouth, 
nibbling at the hard flesh of it and letting her tongue play around behind 
his coronal ridge, tracing all the finely sculptured contours of his 
cockhead and memorizing them for later dream use. Vickie always relived her 
better fucks, and this one was shaping up as being among the very best of 
the best. 

Her finger was all the way up inside his asshole at last, and turning 
inward, seeking the hard little nut-like protrusion of his prostate gland, 
the thing that generated the propellant for his semen, causing it to jet up 
the tube of his cock and out of his cockhead when he could not hold it back 
any longer through will power alone. It was, in effect, his fuck button, and 
all she had to do was stroke it and he would turn into cum-spitting putty 
right inside her hands. 

She stroked his fuck button. She caressed the tiny little nut-like object 
lovingly, taking great pains to pleasure him as she did so, her finger 
tightly clasped inside the hot, muscle ringed chamber of his bowels, tightly 
inserted all the way up inside his funkily masculine, strongly scented 
asshole. The double-pronged attack on his cock, from inside his asshole and 
against the very root of his fuck shaft as well as from deep inside her 
tongue-swirling, cheek-suctioning mouth, was almost too much for Duke. His 
balls contracted and snapped sharply inside their ballsac, now quite tight 
against the root of his cock and so filled with jism as to sound sloshy, 
like ocean waves. 

"Oh, yes," Duke said, knowing without a doubt that he had never experienced 
anything like the cocksucking he was experiencing and would never experience 
it again, however long he lived. "I can't stand it any longer. You're eating 
my cock right off. Already my cockhead's nothing but raw hamburger. And your 
finger, up my ass, I never felt anything like that before, ever. If you 
don't want me to CUM IN YOUR MOUTH, you better stop it, baby. I can't hold 
back much longer. I'M GOING TO CUM ANY MINUTE NOW. Oh, God! HERE IT COMES!!! 
FEEL IT, BABY!!! FEEL MY COCK SPITTING CUM RIGHT INSIDE YOUR HOT LITTLE 
MOUTH!!! I'M CCCCUUUUMM-MIIIINNNNGGGG!!! I'M CCCCUUUUM-MMMIIIINNNGGGG RIGHT 
INSIDE YOUR HOT LITTLE MOUTH. JESUS, SUCK MY COCK, BABY, SUCK IT ALL OUT ... 
MY CUM. MY CCCUUUMMMM!!!! HERE!!! AND HERE!!! TAKE MORE OF MY CUM!!! AND 
ANOTHER SPLURT!!! YOU'RE REALLY EATING MY CUM, SWALLOWING MY CUM RIGHT OUT 
OF MY COCK, AS I'M ... AS I'M CCCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGG!!! I'M 
CCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!" 

Vickie released Duke's cum-spitting cock and grabbed her cuntal mouth with 
her hand, slicing three fingers quickly across her clitoris and stroking it 
frantically as her loins snapped open and closed, open and closed. Her 
orgasm rolled over her like a freight train at midnight, swooping across the 
noisy bridge, click-clacking away as she had one little cum after another, 
brought on by the feel of his cock in her mouth, the feel of her finer " 
tight up inside his asshole, still punching out More Cum messages on his 
love button, from the heady flavor of his copious cum, rolling down into her 
throat. All the sensations were only combining to give her the orgasm of her 
life. Her fingers left her rapid-firing clittie and slipped full length into 
her hot tight fuck hole, rippling around and spreading out wide, stretching 
the sides of her cuntal canal and increasing the pleasure of her orgasm ten 
fold. 

Vickie, almost blind because of the intensity of her orgasm, was still to 
feel the hard pulsating shaft of his cock penetrating her pussy and forcing 
its way tight up inside her cuntal mouth, and she was eager for that thrill, 
before his cock shrank limp again, as she suspected it would do quickly, 
following his violent ejaculation. Quickly Vickie swung up over Duke's loins 
and she grabbed his cock at the same time, up-angling it right between her 
pussy lips. Then, poised high in the air over Duke's rampant, cum-slick 
hard-on, she began sliding down onto his fuck stick, deliberately impaling 
her pussy onto it and stuffing her belly full of his hot hard cock. 

Exactly at the same time the door burst open. 

"What the fuck's going on here?" a loud voice said, in a thick southern 
accent. "He's raping Maebelle," another loud voice said. "The boss told us 
to look out for his girl, and make sure she wins the contest, only he didn't 
say nothin' about you fucking her none." 

The first rough goon grabbed Vickie and lifted her right up off of Duke's 
cock, freeing it. His dick snapped noisily against his belly and, instantly, 
began shrinking, hiding within itself from the two fierce looking hoods. 

"Here, you little bitch," the second goon said, handing Vickie the gossamer 
wraparound robe to cover herself with, "cover up. Oh! OH! Jessie, it ain't 
Maebelle at all. We grabbed the wrong cunt." 

"Oh!" Jessie said. "That's all right then. Sorry to bother you this way, Mr. 
Meadows. You understand though, we gotta look out for Maebelle and the 
boss's interests." 

"Yeah," the other goon said, "so just watch your step, you hear?" 

And as quickly and as abruptly as they had broken into Duke's room, they 
left, pulling a cumfllled Vickie Williams out into the hallway with them and 
sending her on her own way. A startled Duke Meadows, wondering what had hit 
him with the force and speed of a freeway collision, shook his head, trying 
to clear away the confusion. The best part of it all, he figured, was being 
free of Vickie Williams. She was, undeniably, one hell of a cocksucker, but 
she was still underaged, and Duke was glad to be free of her tempting mouth, 
her lush body, and her completely irresistible cunt. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Dorothy DelVecchio arrived at Duke Meadows' suite as early as she dared, 
that Saturday morning. She thought Duke looked a bit under the weather, as 
if he had spent a restless night, either that or he was all fucked out. 
Dorothy couldn't tell the difference. 

Duke knew the difference, of course, and all he had to do to bring the stark 
terror of his precarious situation fully to his mind was to think the two 
words Vickie Williams. Even the top beauty queen would turn the trick for 
him. And there she would be again, the lovely vision of his half-drugged 
dream world, the naked child, dancing provocatively and seducing him with 
all the talent of a stunning Singapore whore going after a sailor on his 
first shore leave. 

Duke's cock, also, remembered the special thrills of the night before. Never 
in all his life had his cock been so thoroughly sucked, his balls so 
thoroughly vacuumed clean, dry and empty. When little Vickie Williams grew 
up, she would make some virile man one hell of a wife, if his cock could 
stand up to her voracious appetite, that is. 

He still wondered about Jessie and the other goon, who seemed to be 
bodyguards for Miss Glamour Girl, Maebelle Clark, daughter of the oil and 
cattle billionaire. But, whatever they are, they left him alone once they 
discovered it was Vickie swinging on the knob of his cock, and not the 
lovely Maebelle. 

Duke remembered her from Friday evening, late, when she arrived in her own 
chauffeur driven limousine. Maebelle, like all the other Kidcunt 
contestants, had been cast in the same mold of perfection. She stood just 
five foot six inches and weighed one hundred ten absolutely perfectly 
distributed pounds. At seventeen, she had long brown hair that fell far 
below her shoulders, casually arranged to make her look like an unbleached 
movie star, and she had the most perceptive gray eyes Duke had ever seen. 
Clearly, Miss Glamour Girl with or without her daddy's protection and her 
daddy's overly formidable bankroll, was destined for greatness. 

"Good morning, Mr. Meadows," Dorothy said, helping herself to a cup of 
coffee from the never-empty Mr. Coffee in Duke's suite. 

"Uh ... Duke," he said. "Morning. You'll have to forgive me if I seem 
rushed. I'm not ignoring you, believe me." 

"Oh, I understand ... Duke," Dorothy said, making sure her little cassette 
tape recorder was running properly. "This morning will be particularly bad 
for me," he said. "This is the day when all the girls get together at the 
same time. Then I walk them through their paces for tomorrow night's 
telecast and introduce them to the judges, who should all be arriving 
today." 

"I don't envy you your job," Dorothy said, "trying to make those girls do 
anything looks pretty difficult to me. From what I've seen of them, they're 
all pretty headstrong." 

"You're right about that," Duke said. "The only thing most of those girls 
are interested in is winning this Kidcunt contest. Oops, excuse me, I'm not 
supposed to call it that." Dorothy laughed at him. "I don't mind, really," 
she said. "I won't quote you on that. Besides, I've heard everyone else in 
this whole hotel call it the Kidcunt contest already. You might as well do 
it too." 

The phone in the suite rang and one of Duke's assistants answered it. In 
just a moment, covering the mouthpiece, he said, "Hey, boss, they're all 
down there in the auditorium and the cameras're in place. They're waitin' 
for you now." 

"Oh, shit," Duke said, looking panic stricken all of a sudden. "Tell them 
I'll be right there." 

Dorothy hurried and finished her coffee, then turned to follow Duke out into 
the hallway. "Come on with me, Miss ... er ... Del ... Del...." he said. 

"Dorothy," she said, smiling, amused at his harried forgetfulness. 

"Uh, yes, Dorothy," he said. "You'll have to stick as close to me as you can 
today. I can't promise to keep tabs on you." 

"Whatever, Duke," she said. "Whatever----" The main convention meeting room 
of the posh hotel had been converted into a television studio. Cameras, 
mounted all around the room, could focus on anything that happened, but 
mostly on the large stage set up at the one end of the room, terraced, so 
some of the Kidcunt contestants could stand at different elevations, giving 
perfect view of their perfectly matched perfect forms to the television 
cameras. 

Forty seven girls were crowded onto the stage, milling around aimlessly and 
awaiting direction. Not all the states and territories were represented in 
the contest but even so, the absence of a few girls could hardly go noticed 
in the throng of lovely young girls. Duke, groaning, standing about halfway 
down the aisle away from the stage, began clapping his hands together 
loudly, trying to attract the girls' attention. 

"Ladies! Ladies!" he said, over and over again, repeating his hand slapping. 
"Please! You must be quiet and listen to me. We have very little time, 
actually. You do want this to look like a professional show, don't you?" 

There was a shouting response to his question from the stage, but it was 
impossible to understand even the aggregate opinion. Duke had to slap his 
hands sharply again, wincing slightly from the unexpected pain he caused 
himself, to get their attention. 

"Now girls, please," he said, an exasperated edge noticeable on his words. 
"You must help. Begin by lining up alphabetically, according to your state, 
on the top tier, from your right, my left...." With the help of all of 
Duke's assistants, along with the crew from ABC, they finally got the girls 
lined up and standing in position all along the three tiers. Though they 
were dressed in a casual array of short skirts and sheaths, tight-ass pants 
and, occasionally, blue denims, they still looked good enough to eat, or at 
least to fuck, every one of them perfection and every one of them more 
beautiful than the one before. It would not be an easy task for the judges, 
who were beginning to arrive in the room, staring hungrily at all the lush 
Kidcunts available to them. 

"Ladies, please," Duke said. The phrase was rapidly becoming his theme song, 
he had to sing it so frequently. "I'd like to introduce you to the judges. 
Two of them have arrived already. Here, on my left, is Mr. Sol Arnstein, 
well-known Broadway producer." 

There was applause from the girls and titters as they looked the big-time 
producer over. Although he was already in his sixties, he appeared to be 
healthy and robust, and his reputation; both as a Broadway producer and as a 
casting-couch interviewer, was known to all the girls. Even though he was 
tending slightly toward pudginess, especially around his midsection, and 
still had fringes of gray hair around his ears and the back of his head, he 
still was peculiarly attractive, like a fond Daddy, all soft and cuddly. 
Many of the girls decided they could well afford to spend some time being 
nice to Mr. Broadway, Sol Arnstein. 

"And, seated next to Mr. Arnstein," Duke said, breaking through the titters 
and reclaiming the girls' attention, "is a man I'm sure you all know. The 
toast of television, star of the sensational top-rated show Crazy Daze, Mr. 
Hank Blinker. 

If there had been applause at the introduction of Sol Arnstein, there was 
chaos at the introduction of Hank Blinker. Of course he was well known, all 
over the civilized world. There were even Hank Blinker dolls in every 
five-and-dime and many an older girl went to bed, nightly, clutching her 
hard little plastic Blinker, dreaming they were holding the real life thing, 
hot and hard and fully erect, ready to fuck them in their dreams. 

Already thirty, Hank Blinker, at five foot ten inches, was a bit 
self-conscious about his height. He carried his one hundred sixty pounds 
well, however, and had lustrous brown hair and clear brown eyes. 

There was not one single Kidcunt contestant who would not have traded the 
crown they were after for one session in Hank's arms, balling the world's 
most eligible bachelor. "Ladies, please," Duke said again, trying to break 
into their enthusiasm for Hank Blinker, succeeding only with much 
difficulty. "And joining us later, for the actual judging, will be Ms Belta 
Appljug, former Congresswoman from New York." 

A quieter, milder round of courtesy applause sounded through the huge 
auditorium, and Duke moved on quickly. 

"Now, ladies, if you please," he said. "Follow my directions precisely as I 
who you how to walk through the actual judging. You move this way, to your 
right...." When the brief rehearsal had concluded, Dorothy, standing near 
the back door, was in perfect position to see the girls disband. And, much 
to her surprise, not a few of them made mad rushes toward the judges stand. 

"Oh, Mr. Arnstein," Vickie Williams, Miss Glamour Girl, said, "you're my 
favorite Broadway producer." In fact, he was the only Broadway producer 
Vickie knew, and to her, one was enough for instant stardom. 

"Well, hello, Miss ... Miss?" he said. Vickie wasn't wearing her 
identification at the time. 

"Miss Glamour Girl," she said, "I'm Vickie Williams, but you can call me 
just plain Vickie." 

"Hmmm," the aging producer said, "I don't see anything plain about you at 
all, my dear." 

"Well then," Vickie said, purring like a kitten in sight of a saucer of 
milk, "why don't we go some where and talk about it." 

"I was just about to suggest the same thing, my dear," he said. "Perhaps 
you're free for lunch?" 

"Oh, for you," Vickie said, "I'm free any time." 

"I'm sure room service can rustle up something edible," he said. "Shall we 
retire to my room...?" 

"OOOHHHhhh, Mr. Arnstein," Vickie said, taking his arm and dragging him 
toward the elevators. As unconcerned as possible Dorothy DelVechhio followed 
along, intent upon overhearing as much as possible of their private 
conversation for the article she was writing for a rock magazine. 

Inside Arnstein's large, luxurious suite, just for appearance's sake, the 
producer phoned down to have room service bring up lunch for two, complete 
with hot fudge sundaes for dessert. While he talked into the telephone, 
Vickie made a quick survey of the suite, picking out all the important 
things ... the bedroom, the bed, the bathroom, the lock on the front door, 
locked. 

As he hung up the receiver and turned back to Vickie, prepared to offer her 
his devoted attention, he was momentarily stunned by her haste and 
determination. Grinning for what she hoped would pass-as passion, Vickie was 
slowly unbuttoning her man's cut silk print shirt, pulling the tails of it 
out of the waistband of her tight, hip-hugging pants. Beneath her thin, 
clingy blouse, Vickie was wearing only her breasts. Her lush, firm, uptilted 
breasts, the nipples, riding on round circles of dark brown flesh, pointing 
almost right toward the ceiling. 

"Yes, indeed," Arnstein said, watching Vickie open her shirt and display her 
delectable bosoms to him. "I thought you might be interested in these, Mr. 
Arnstein," she said, tossing the shirt aside and cupping her breasts, making 
kissing movements, noises, with her mouth and pointing her nipples directly 
at the portly producer. 

"Very nice indeed," he said, his eyes beginning to glaze over in heated lust 
and his balls, large and sponge-like inside his gray-hair fringed ballsac, 
began bouncing and swelling, filling with fresh hot mancum. 

"And maybe just a bit more," Vickie said, deliberately kicking her shoes 
off, watching them fly across the room. Bending down, she quickly freed her 
feet of her short little socks then began unfastening the hook at the top of 
her tight flesh pink pants. They zippered down the side and Vickie had to 
squirm and dip her knees around to work the tight fabric down over her hips, 
her lush-looking thighs, but finally she had the flesh pink pants off and 
posed again for Mr. Arnstein, this time wearing only very thin, light pink 
bikini panties of a lacey material. 

Her red-headed pussy hair was clearly visible through the thin fabric of her 
panties and, here and there, some of her coarser cunt hair stuck through the 
thin lacey weave. Heavier tufts of her pussy hair waved free through the leg 
holes of the bikini panties. 

"I must say, you're certainly a natural," he said, referring to the color of 
her hair, on her head as well as surrounding the delectable target zone, of 
her torrid twat. 

"OOOHHHhhh," Vickie said, purring and vibrating from head to toe in 
excitement, "and that's not all...." She dipped forward, at the same time 
skinning her panties right down her lovely little girl thighs and leaving 
them on the floor beside her feet. Then, turning carefully all the way 
around, she displayed her lush naked form to the producer, being very 
careful to show him her backside, her incredibly beautiful buttocks. Vickie 
had always thought of them as being among her best features. 

"Oh, I say," he said, watching the sweet provocative child turn from side to 
side, gently lifting first one leg and then the other, holding them 
unnecessarily high up in the air so the sweet little lips of her cuntal 
mouth could twitch and smile at the man. They parted slightly and he could 
actually see the hotter pink inner flesh, glowing damply with rich hot cunt 
honey, attracting the aging producer like a flesh magnet. 

With her back full to him, Vickie spread her legs wide apart in a 
pseudo-acrobatic stance then bent down from her hips, forcing her buttocks 
high and wide, pushing the cheeks apart. Looking at her inviting turned over 
form, all Sol Arnstein could see was the gaping open mouth of her cunt from 
the rear and the twitching, winking, shell-pink rosette of her anus, nestled 
snugly between the meaty, irresistible buttock cheeks. 

"Oh, I say," he said again, his cock already stretched long and heavy down 
inside his pants leg, growing uncomfortable and twisted up painfully. His 
cock wanted out of his pants and into her fuck hole in the worst possible 
way. 

Knowing instinctively the effect her lovely young nubile form was having on 
the elderly, jaded producer, Vickie turned back around to face him squarely, 
a most provocative expression on her face. It was not all pretense, either. 
Nothing turned Vickie on like turning some man on. If she could see the 
effect she was having on him visibly at his crotch, the long heavy meat 
stretching, hardening, tenting out the fabric of his pants, then she too was 
turned on. The juices would boil and flow through her groin, gathering just 
inside her sweet little girl pussy lips, making them swell up puffily and 
roll slightly outward, opening like the delicate petals of a fuck flower. 
The dampness there would trickle gently out over her pussy lips, wetting 
them, making them slick and receptive to the penetration of almost anything 
short of a liter-size soft drink bottle. And the itch, oh the itch, deep in 
the soft buttery depths of her cuntal mouth, nagging at her, throbbing, 
demanding that she wrap her cunt around something masculine in a hurry and 
scratch the itch, scratch the itch, scratch the itch.... 

"Oh, baby," she said, hurrying to him and crushing herself against his body, 
taking his reluctant arms and bringing them around her back, his palms close 
against her feverish, lust-fired flesh. Vickie grabbed the outline of Sol 
Arnstein's formidable cock and tweaked it good, leaving no doubt that she 
was aware of its presence and its potential for pleasuring her palpating 
pussy. Her hand slipped around the mounding bulge of his ballsac and pushed 
delightfully into the spongy ovoids, kneading them gently against Arnstein's 
thigh flesh. "You just must feel awfully uncomfortable," Vickie said, 
playfully, letting her fingertips run up and down the still elongating 
outline of his cock shaft, "wearing all these stuffy old clothes. Why don't 
we just ... just ... make you feel all good all over Vickie's hands slid 
inside Arnstein's coat and pushed it down over his shoulders. She fumbled 
with his tie and pulled it free of his shirt and then went on to the 
buttons, opening it. At the signal of her hands, touching his clothes and 
baring his body, Sol Arnstein went into rapid action himself. Bending, he 
removed his shoes and his socks in record time and opened his belt buckle, 
grabbing his zipper. In what was undoubtedly record time, the portly 
producer was as naked as a jaybird, the pudgy little rolls of his stomach 
jiggling as he moved, in haste, to get his flesh closer to Vickie's flesh. 

"Oh, yes," Vickie said, her eyes flashing green Go-Ahead signals and her 
mind as lust fogged as her cunt was honey-filled. "I never dreamed you'd 
look so ... so ... good, Mr. Arnstein. My, what a powerful looking prick you 
have. OOOHHHhhh, I've just got to ... to ... have it. Come on, to the bed. 
Hurry. I WANT YOU! I WANT YYYOOOUUU!!!" 

They ran, holding hands like two small children, one slightly overweight and 
jiggling furiously, to the bed, jumping and diving into the center of it. 
Instantly they rolled and crashed together, their four arms dragging in as 
much flesh as possible, crushing their forms together and feeling, through 
their pores, the heat and magnetism of each other. 

Sol Arnstein's cock was fully erect and throbbing repeatedly and Vickie 
grabbed it possessively, running her hand up and down the length of it and 
checking out the size, the width, the fiery potential of his prick. Just the 
touch of it, despite his age and his obesity, made her tight little twat 
twitch and snap at her, the juices freer flowing and rolling outside her 
cuntal lips to mat in her lush red pubic hair. 

"Oh, I've just got to have your wonderful cock," Vickie said, twisting 
quickly around in the bed and ramming her buttocks tight into Arnstein's 
face, his nose poking at her tight little anus and pulling the sharp heady 
scent of her butt right into his nostrils. 

Vickie opened her mouth wide and dived down over Arnstein's cockhead like a 
vulture at the first meal in two weeks. Instantly she had swirled around it, 
her tongue twisting like a fury, gathering up his pre-cum and his cock 
flavor and taking it right to her palate, igniting with flavor buds and 
swallowing them into her tummy. His balls thumped loudly in their ballsac 
and his cock pulsated and throbbed, deep inside the fire-like oral cavity of 
the Kidcunt contestant, jailbait supreme. 

"Oh, God," Vickie said, "I JUST LOVE THE TASTE OF YOUR BIG COCKHEAD. 
HMMMmmm! HMMMmmm!" She was making loud slurpy sounds, going down on his 
cock, giving him head, filling the room with fuck noises and stirring up 
their sex scents that already hung over their bodies like a visible cloud, 
the strongly pungent aroma of her heated-up cunt and his rigid cock flesh, 
blending together to form an irresistible aphrodisiac, a prelude to 
penetration and ejaculation. 

Vickie turned back around again and flopped down on the bed, spread-eagling 
herself and pulling at Arnstein, trying to get the bulk of him atop her lush 
little girl form. He struggled and groaned, but got between her smooth, 
flawless thighs and looked down at her cunt as she lifted her legs high 
beside him and parted them, causing her pussy mouth to spread wide, inviting 
his penile penetration and trying to hurry him along. 

Looking right down into her moist, honey dripping fuck hole, he took his 
cock like a pointer and slicked it up and down through her parted pussy 
lips, spreading her honey around and mixing it with the copious spittle she 
had left all around his fat swollen cockhead. He deliberately butted his 
cocklips again and again against her sweet little clitoris, loving the way 
that tender little morsel of feminine fuck flesh and swollen, sticking up, 
peeking out of her pussy. Each time the flesh of his cock stroked her 
clitty, she shuddered and shook in miniature orgasm, the tight snapping 
walls of her cunt closing and opening and closing again around the cock that 
wasn't there. Yet! 

"Oh, please," she said, whining and whimpering like a petulant little child 
being denied a favorite plaything. "You've got to put it in me. LET ME FEEL 
YOUR COCK INSIDE MY CUNT. OH, GOD, PLEASE PUT IT IN. JUST THE HEAD OF IT, 
THEN ... ANY PART OF IT. PUT IT IN MY PUSSY. LET ME FEEL YOUR FAT OLD COCK 
SPLITTING ME WIDE OPEN ... GIVE ME YOUR PRICK. PUT IT IIINNN!!! 
OOOHHHHHHhhhhh!!!" 

Arnstein, fired beyond his imagination by the salacious screams coming from 
such a sweet, innocent little child's mouth, could hold back no longer. 
Still holding his cock like a pointer, he dipped it down further and nestled 
the head of it tight into the lips of her vulva and, as she writhed and 
screamed at him, demanding that he penetrate her pussy with his prick, he 
did just that. 

"PUT IT IIINNN!!! OOOHHHHHhhhh!!!" His huge cockhead cleanly cleaved her 
cuntal mouth, penetrating, forcing its way inside her tight hot fuck hole 
until his wide-flaring coronal ridge stretched her fuck mouth to the extreme 
then popped, audibly, inside her cuntal canal as the lips closed firmly, 
possessively behind it. From then it, it was an easy slide, thanks to the 
heavy flow of her fuck honey, the pussy juices that had been lubricating her 
cunt ever since she entered his private suite, and his whole long hard cock 
shaft sank right up inside her sweet little child's cunny. 

The throbbing head of his cock banged against her cervix and her muscles 
rippled tightly around it, clasping it and covering it with hot, strong 
smelling pussy juice. Her incredibly talented twat rippled up and down the 
length of his cock, checking it out at close range, recording every subtle 
contour of his fuck flesh in her memory bank and cherishing every individual 
mark on it that distinguished it from all the other cocks she had similarly 
surveyed. 

He didn't even have to do anything. He didn't even have to move, so talented 
was Vickie Williams as a fucker. She knew how to get the most of the best 
out of any cock, just by having it fully inserted inside her teen-age cunny. 
Her pussy rippled along the length of it and squeezed, nibbling at his 
cockhead like a mouth, buried deep inside her belly, nursing at it like a 
child at its mother's breast, trying for the nourishment that comes only 
with the cum ... the flavor Vickie loved best of all flavors in the whole 
wide world. 

Nevertheless, her devoted attentions to his cock, deep inside her, nestling 
snugly in the soft buttery depths of her cuntal mouth, brought out the best 
in Arnstein, as well, to match the best of Vickie's better than best cunt. 
As if he were young again, in the full virility of perpetual hard-on youth, 
Sol Arnstein drew back his hips and began flaying them against her, dragging 
his cock almost all the way out of her juiced-up, splurting, noisily 
squishing fuck hole then ramming it full length back inside of her again. 

He pulled his cock out and he pushed his cock back in. Vickie's cuntal mouth 
clung to it like a second skin, rippling along the contours of it, over the 
coronal ridge, squishing loudly with the plunging, frictioning sounds of his 
furious fucking. The strong aroma of their mingling sexes, of their 
combining fuck fluids, was almost overwhelmingly potent, filling their 
nostrils with their sex odors and driving them on to higher peaks of 
passion. 

His tired old balls were tight up against the root of his cock as if they, 
too, wanted to penetrate her sweet little girl pussy. Vickie raised her hips 
up higher, altering the angle of entry slightly and increasing the friction, 
and the pleasure, ten fold. Each time he long dicked his cock into her 
fluttering pussy now, he crushed his pubic bone tightly against her sweet 
little clitoris, his coarse cock hairs cutting the delicate membrane 
repeatedly and causing her orgasm to ripple through her loins continuously. 

Sol Arnstein grabbed her erect nipples then, tired of looking at them 
pointing at him, tempting him. He twisted them cruelly from side to side, 
gripping the eraser-hard nubbins fiercely. At the same time, the caress of 
her breasts sent her off into a magnificently grand orgasm. Her cunt snapped 
tight around his cockhead and squeezed it mightily, flooding it with hot 
honey. 

"OH, Shit!" she said. "HNNNUUUUGGGGH! GOD, I'M CUMING! HNNNUUUGGG! 
NNNNUUUUGGG!!! HHHMMMMU-UUUGGGHHH! FEEL ME CUM. CCCUUUMMM! NOW! NOW! YOU DO 
IT TOO, I WANT TO FEEL YOUR COCK EXPLODE INSIDE MY PUSSY. OH, YES, 
NNNUUUUGGGHHHH!!! NNNNUUUUGGGHHHH!!! DO IT! DO IT TO MMMMEEE!!!" 

Arnstein was beyond the point of recall. There is nothing that could have 
prevented his orgasm, even without the sweet child's filthy demands for his 
semen. "Yes," he said. "Almost there. Almost. Any minute NOW! NOW!! GOD, 
FEEL THAT! AND THIS! AND AGAIN! AGAIN CCCUUUMMMIINNNGGG!!! CAN YOU FEEL MY 
CUM SPLURTING INTO YOUR PUSSY? HERE! AND AGAIN!!! AGAIN!!! CHRIST, I'M 
CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG IN YOUR SWEET LITTLE CUNNY. MY COCK'S EXPLODING HOT JISM 
INSIDE YOUR SWEET LITTLE BODY____" And he collapsed atop the child, his huge 
cock still fully inserted, stuffing, stretching her tight little cunt and 
her sweet little belly as the final ripples of his semen gently fluttered 
out of his cock lips and into the soft buttery depths of her cuntal mouth. 

"Oh, Mr. Arnstein," Vickie Williams said, her mind suddenly back to things 
at hand and away from the franticness of their fuck, "don't you think I'd be 
the absolutely perfect Miss Teenage Country Beauty queen...?" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

When the Saturday morning rehearsal for the Miss Teenage Country Beauty 
Pageant broke up and the Kidcunt contestants mobbed the judges' station, 
Dorothy DelVecchio stood to the side, watching the heated girl flesh try to 
provoke the judges. That was when she wandered off, following Vickie 
Williams and Sol Arnstein, the aging Broadway producer. 

Despite the usual iron control Dorothy had over her emotions, especially 
deep-seated personal emotions, she still found it quite annoying, the way 
the girls flaunted themselves at Sol Arnstein and, especially, Hank Blinker. 

Deep in her heart, Dorothy DelVecchio knew she had absolutely nothing to 
worry about on that score, that what was hers was irrevocably hers, for as 
long as she maintained it that way. Still, it was easy for Dorothy to see 
that Hank Blinker as he was known as universally, loved of his brash 
starring role in the television hit show Crazy Daze, was definitely turned 
on by lovely little Sally Ann Kingston, a lush sixteen-year-old. Score one 
more for the trim little blue-eyed blonde. Perhaps there was some truth to 
the statement that "gentlemen preferred blondes" ... but that would mean 
that Hank Blinker was a gentleman. Sometimes gentle, Dorothy thought, but 
always a man. Then she giggled, realizing she should not feel too upset at 
Hank, finding his thrills wherever he could get them. There was the danger, 
of course, of having carnal knowledge with a minor child, but Dorothy 
decided to let Hank Blinker do his own thumb-snapping worrying. 

She deliberately turned her back on "The Fount" and quietly followed Vickie 
as she dragged the corpulent Sol Arnstein down the hallway. 

She should have stayed and watched Sally Ann Kingston lose out. Dorothy 
would have had real reason for jealousy, watching Maebelle Clark, Daddy 
Gotbucks' darling little daughter, Miss ultra-female, move in on an 
unsuspecting Hank Blinker like a detective hot on the heels of some domestic 
secret. 

"OOHHhh, Mr. Blinker," Maebelle said, batting her eyes and sighing so her 
pert titties bounced inside her braless blouse, the pointy little nipples 
threatening to rip right through the thin fabric and attack Hank at any 
second. "I feel as if I know you ... really know you, if you know what I 
mean. Why, I never miss one of your shows. Crazy Daze is positively my very 
favorite of all favorites, and you're my special man." 

"Miss, uh ... Clark, is it?" Hank said, watching her tiny little nameplate 
bounce up and down atop her frisky breast. 

"Yeah, honey," Maebelle said, "only you can just call me Maebelle, you hear? 
Everyone does. I swear, I never dreamed I'd be right here, talking to you, 
face to face. " Hank looked down at her pert little nipples, clearly visible 
through her thin blouse. He couldn't even find her face, not with double 
temptation like them, kissing close to him. All he had to do was lean over 
slightly, and open his mouth, and one of Maebelle's nipples would fly right 
into it. 

Apparently she followed the line of his sight, because Maebelle stopped her 
gushy, accented dialogue and began grinning, knowing she had scored with 
America's Number One Man. She took his hand and held it tightly, tugging at 
him gently, leading the way. 

"Now you just follow me, sugar," she said, "you hear?" He heard her all the 
way to the elevator, shoving aside the mass of Kidcunts trying to surround 
him, and finding safety inside the quiet cubicle after the doors had closed 
them off from the milling throng. 

Confidently, Maebelle pushed the button for the seventh floor. The suite 
Daddy had arranged for her was, if anything, good enough for a mere 
television star. Maebelle didn't believe in wasting time. To begin with, she 
was seldom free of Jessie and James, her hired hoods. Daddy used them to 
make sure his little girl stayed just that way, little as in young. 
Maebelle, of course, liked to think of herself in terms of Woman, with an 
upper-case W. To Maebelle, that meant fucking. 

Once they had entered the suite, Maebelle double-locked the door and dragged 
a straight-backed chair over, propping it beneath the door knob. She left 
Hank alone, standing in the center of the living room and looking puzzled, 
while she made a quick run-through of the suite, making sure Jessie and 
James weren't hiding somewhere. 

"Oh, Hank," Maebelle said, relieved to find that she was actually alone with 
her handsome hunky hero. "Oh, you don't mind if I call you Hank, do you. I 
feel so ... so familiar with you, seeing you every week on the television 
show." 

"Oh, no," Hank said, glad Maebelle had stopped her frantic running through 
the suite. "Everyone calls me that." 'Tee hee," Maebelle tettered and 
giggled. "I even have a little doll, Hank, that looks like you. I spend lots 
of time undressing it and dressing it again, and giving him baths and ... 
oh, so many ever real nice things. You'd be surprised where my Hank doll's 
been." 

Hank gulped and his mind instantly flashed on Maebelle, naked and lusty, 
with a naked Hank Blinker doll in her hands, slicking the doll up with her 
pussy juices and making it smell funky and ready. Then, holding her cuntal 
lips wide open, Hank could see her inserting the Hank head inside her vulva, 
pushing it on until all of the Hank Blinker doll body, like a big fat 
hard-on, had penetrated her sweet little girl pussy, with only the Hank feet 
sticking out of her cuntal mouth, the toes of the doll tangling up in her 
long dark brown pussy hairs. 

The thought of the glamorous girl, millions of dollars or not, fucking his 
miniature image was too much for Hank. His loins blazed instantly and the 
juices of his sex began gathering inside his big balls, making them swell 
and grow quickly painfully heavy, needing to be emptied in the worst way. 
His cock, straightened itself inside his pants and slowly began reaching 
down his leg, becoming heavy and filling out nicely indeed. 

Maebelle could see the reaction her presence was having on Hank Blinker, 
because she was watching his crotch as thoroughly as he was still watching 
her pretty little titties. As she saw his dick grow longer, her nipples 
extended. As she watched his cock get harder, her nipples became firmer. 

"Oh, Hank," she said, rushing toward him and grabbing him into her arms. 
"Baby, baby, am I going to play dollie with you, my big, real-live man 
doll." Her mouth, open and voracious, found Hanks and claimed it completely, 
filling itself with his lips and sucking, drawing on his tongue. She tasted 
his mouth for all she was worth, swallowing his flavor right down her throat 
and sucking on his tongue again, letting her tongue, inside his mouth, 
examine his perfectly capped teeth and the roof of his mouth. 

"Now you just stay real still, you hear?" Maebelle said, '"cause I'm gonna 
undress you, my Hank dollie." Then she giggled. "I may even give you a bath. 
Later...." Hank felt peculiar, helpless. He knew he could move away from the 
pretty little girl if he wanted to, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. No one 
had ever handled him like a much loved doll before, j and he was interested 
in having that experience, in seeing just how far the innocent young child 
would go, playing her game with him. It cost him very little, really fifteen 
years at the outside-to go along with her childish little game. He gulped 
and looked down at her, still watching her nipples bounce, as she 
methodically undressed him. 

She took off his shoes and his socks first, then stood up and unbuttoned his 
shirt, letting it fall to the floor as she grabbed his bare chest, 
discovering the few hairs growing between his pectorals and tweaking them, 
pulling his brown chest hair playfully. 

"Oh, Hank," Maebelle said, palm-cupping his chest and grinding the warmth of 
her hands right into his nipples, teasing them until they were as upright, 
as rigid, as hers were. Her hands deserted his chest and slicked down to his 
waist, cupping his sides lovingly. At his belt, she tugged at the buckle, 
opening it and the hook at the top of his pants. She ran the zipper tab down 
and stepped back, releasing his pants and staring at him in open-eyed wonder 
as his pants fell to the floor and puddled around his feet. 

Hank had to step out of them to keep from falling over. His knees felt weak 
already and his balls, tight and swollen full inside their ballsac, nagged 
at him in repeated little throbbing sensations. 

"Oh!" Maebelle said, as if she was disappointed. Perhaps she thought he 
would be naked beneath his pants. Instead, all she saw was Hank's 
well-stuffed Jockey shorts. The outline of his erecting cock, poking against 
the tight white cotton of his shorts, tented the fabric way out from his 
body and clearly showed the sharp outline of his big fat coronal ridge, 
telling her visually the width of his huge cockhead. A fine spreading 
dampness was just at the end of his cock, at his cock lips, where his 
pre-cum was gathering to lubricate his cockhead for fucking, getting it 
slick and ready to penetrate Maebelle's little girl pussy. 

Maebelle reached out and cupped Hank's cock and his balls through his cotton 
shorts, squeezing the meaty flesh of his sex, his sponge-like balls. He 
shook and shuddered as her flesh touched his cock because, even through the 
fabric of his underwear, her caress to his genitalia was like liquid heat, 
washing over it. Beneath her fingers, Maebelle could easily feel his cock 
flesh growing longer and harder, shaping up for the main event. 

"Oh, Hank," she said, squeezing his balls together a final time then 
releasing them. They grew instantly cold without the warmth of her caressing 
palms. "Your ... your cock feels enormous. I just have to look at it, to see 
if it's anything like I dreamed it would be, all those nights when ... when 
I held my Hank dollie to my breasts." 

The words brought Hank's eyes right back to Maebelle's heaving nipples and 
he watched them bounce around atop her breasts as she dipped down in front 
of him. Maebelle stuck her fingers into the sides of his underwear waistband 
and jerked them quickly downward. She had expected them to slide right down 
his hips, but she hadn't counted on the rigidity and awkward angle of his 
cock. The head of it snagged on the fly of his shorts and stopped their 
progress, halfway down his overly fat cock shaft, keeping the best part of 
it still hidden from Maebelle's view. She could see his big heavy balls, 
inside their crinkly-fleshed, brown-hair-covered ballsac, finally swinging 
free and bobbing around just below the root of Hank's fascinating cock 
shaft. 

"Oh, my," she said, grabbing the thin cotton knit of his shorts again, only 
this time carefully peeling it back off his cock shaft like some 
white-colored foreskin, baring inch after inch of fat hard cock to her 
salivating gaze. Finally she had his entire cock free of the material and 
she dropped his shorts to the floor, pulling them from under his feet and 
tossing them clear across the living room. 

"Oh my goodness," she said, her eyes popping wider open and the smile 
growing on her face. "I never dreamed ... not like ... this. Oh, it's so ... 
so beautiful. Your ... your cock. Your balls. Oh, Hank, it's really big, 
isn't it?" 

Hank grinned, his eyes not once leaving the little girl's big tits, but he 
could feel his cock, finally free of the tight confines of his underwear, 
twisting to right itself and rising, rapidly, to full fighting stance, the 
big broad head of it already turning purplish from the hot blood filling it, 
stretching the skin of it tight like a drumhead. His cocklips gently parted 
and a huge drop of pearly white pre-cum oozed through and trickled gently 
over the surface of his cockhead, leaving a slick, shining snail-like trail 
behind it. 

Maebelle dived down to her knees, placing her head right against Hank's 
crotch and smelling of his cock. The heady man aroma of his fuck flesh went 
right to her head, turning her on to a greater degree than she had ever 
known before. She could smell his balls, too, and, from lower down, the 
crack of his ass, the tiny puckered ring of his asshole. 

"Oh, dollie," she said. "Oh, Hank baby. It's real, isn't it? Your cock is 
real. It's big, too. God, it is your dick, right here in front of my face, 
looking so huge and smelling so good I could just ... I could just...." Hank 
jumped involuntarily and his balls gave a lurch inside his ballsac as 
Maebelle, without warning, licked the underside of his cockshaft. One 
solitary tongue swipe, about four inches long, ending just at the V-shaped 
juncture of his coronal ridge, not moving on up onto his cockhead and laving 
the super-sensitive skin there. 

"Your dick tastes good," Maebelle said, as if surprised. "God, I've just got 
to have some more of it. Hold still now, Hank, while I taste of your cock." 
His knees sagged and grew suddenly weaker as her mouth opened and closed 
quickly around his cockhead, trapping all of it, beyond the coronal ridge, 
tightly into the fire-like cauldron of her mouth. She began sucking hard on 
his cockhead, her cheeks pulling in tightly against the super-sensitive 
flesh of his cockhead until he could see the coronal ridge of it even 
through her sweet little cheek, so tightly was it cleaving to his man-sized 
fuck flesh. Maebelle's tongue, too, became active, swirling all around his 
cockhead and searching out all the secret contours of it and on behind his 
coronal ridge, fluttering like a life little thing inside her hot, 
voraciously cock-sucking mouth. 

Hank thought he would surely collapse at any minute, his knees finally 
giving away beneath him and his whole body turning into a helpless puddle of 
fresh hot cum, spilling all over the hotel carpet. 

Screaming wildly in her excitement, her palate tingling with the taste of 
"The Fount" right at the very source of his being itself, her belly filled 
with the flavor of his succulent cock, Maebelle pulled her face away from 
his crotch and stood up. 

Wildly, furiously, she ripped at her clothes, trying to make herself 
completely naked in the shortest possible amount of time. She succeeded, in 
four seconds flat, and posed before him cupping the lush breasts he had been 
coveting for hours it seemed. "Here," she said, offering her breasts to him, 
nipple first. "Just touch them. Hold my little titties and say hello to my 
nipples." 

"Hello," Hank said, tweaking the hard little eraser-like nubbins between his 
fingers, letting his palms slide around the lush ovoids of her breasts and 
feeling of the tautness of little girl youthfulness before the slightest 
hint of any sagging could take place. 

"Oh, God," Maebelle said, "I just can't stand it any more. I'm so hot I 
think I'll just die if you don't ... don't ... fuck me. Oh, there, I've said 
it, Hank, my real-live dollie. Fuck me. FUCK ME! YES, FUCK ME! HERE, NOW! 
Like this, standing up. There's no time to get to bed even. I need you now. 
FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMMEEEEEeee!!! STICK YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL COCK INTO MY CUNT 
AND FFFFUUUUUCCCKKKK MMMMEEEEeeee!" 

She twirled around, pulling her breasts out of Hank's hands and bent over 
right in front of him from her waist. Her lovely young buttocks mounded up 
high and heavy before him, parting slightly so he could see the damp crack, 
sweat-filled, running between her lush butt cheeks. Maebelle parted her feet 
more, spreading them wide and bending down slightly, causing her ass to 
spread just that much wider, opening to Hank. 

In disbelief, he looked down over her lush young buttocks to her upside down 
pussy, watching the lips of it flutter and spasm open, rolling wide apart on 
honey-filled moistness, her pussy dew already heavy at her fuck opening, 
waiting for him to slide his whole long hard cock right up inside her belly 
and stuff her completely with man-sized fuck meat. 

As Hank watched, Maebelle bent even lower, spreading her legs wider for him 
and took her hands to pull her pussy lips wide open. Hank could actually see 
right up inside her fuck hole until the hot pink inner flesh of it gave way 
to secret darkness that only the head of his cock could see beyond, could 
feel around in, savoring the hot buttery depths of her cuntal mouth. 

"Hurry^' .Maebelle said. "Put your cock in me. LET ME FEEL YOUR BIG COCKHEAD 
SPLITTING MY CUNT WIDE OPEN. SHOVE IT IN ME, HANK. GIVE ME YOUR COCK! GIVE 
ME YOUR CCCOOOOCCCKKK!!! 

FFFUUUUCCCKKK MMMMEEEEEeee!!!" Needing no further invitation, sobbing almost 
uncontrollably, gasping for breath and gritting his teeth in disbelief, Hank 
grabbed his cock shaft far back along it, near his hair covered belly, and 
hunched forward, moving right up between Maebelle's wide-spread legs. His 
feet were tight against hers and his cock just touching the fire-hot flesh 
of her labia, her hot-pink vulva. As his cocklips kissed her pussy lips, 
Maebelle sagged limply and her honey dew, already copious, seemed to 
increase its furious flow throughout her loins. The itch, deep inside her 
burning-up pussy, intensified and needed to feel the frictioning caress of 
his rippling coronal ridge in the very worst way. 

Hank slowly and methodically, watching himself as he did it, savoring the 
sight of his cock massaging her cuntal lips almost as much as the feel of 
it, began rubbing his cockhead around just inside her pussy lips. He 
stretched them wider, playing with the puffy, swollen pussy lips and 
smearing her pussy-smelling honey all around his spit-slick cockhead, 
mingling Maebelle's juices from both her ends together. Then, without any 
warning at all, he dipped the head of his cock tight between her slick pussy 
lips and rammed it forward. 

"Oh, Wow!!!" Maebelle screamed, feeling the huge width of Hank's oversized 
cockhead stuffing her cuntal mouth and easing surely right up into her 
compact little belly, filling her with more man meat than she had ever known 
before. "HOW ABOUT THAT? YOUR COCK IS HUGE. GOD, HOW IT'S FILLING MY CUNT. 
Oh, YES YES, FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMMEEEeee!!!" 

Maebelle's orgasm had been continuous since she first smelled of Hank 
Blinker's cock. Tasting it had sent her cunt into rippling convulsions of 
ecstasy as it snapped closed around his cock that wasn't even penetrating 
her pussy then. But now, with the end of his dick, just half of the head of 
it sliding through her pussy mouth, getting slicked up, she really began 
spasming, her orgasm moving right on to Full Tilt Boogie. When his cock 
finally rammed into her fuck hole, all the way until the big head of it 
crushed tightly against her cervix, she really began cumming. 

Feeling the clasping fire surrounding his cockhead, the hot rush of her 
orgasmic lust, made Hank realize that his own orgasm was much closer than he 
wanted it to be. In actuality, he wanted to fuck Maebelle Clark forever, or 
at least for the rest of Saturday and well into the night. But better reason 
told him that he had only minutes, seconds perhaps, in which to do the deed, 
because it was going to be all over for him just that soon. The painful 
pleasures were far too extreme for even Hank, mighty macho man to resist and 
he knew he had to surrender momentarily and give up his semen, filling her 
pussy with his ejaculating jism. 

Hank grabbed Maebelle's hips in his hands and began fucking her with a 
vengeance, completely without regard for her feelings, for her pleasure. The 
only thing that existed in the whole world for him was the cunt that 
surrounded his cock with ecstasy. Holding her hips he pulled her right into 
his cock, using her ruthlessly like a fuck toy, one with handles, ramming 
his cock in and out of her slippery hole at break-neck speed. The slurping, 
frictioning sounds of cock-in-cunt filled the room with a furious 
ass-slapping cadence and their mingling fuck smells, particularly her 
heavily drooling honey-filled cunny, filled Hank's nostrils with 
aphrodisiacal qualities. 

He could feel the jism boiling inside his balls and rushing up the long tube 
of his cock shaft to gather up inside his cockhead just briefly, readying 
for the final surge of absolute pleasure as his orgasm took over control of 
Hank Blinker's well-known form. 

"Oh Hank," Maebelle said, waves of passion rolling over her as one 
continuous orgasm. "Your cock's the best in the world, baby doll. The very 
best." 

"Hey, hey, hey," Hank said, ramming his cock full length into her hot little 
fuck hole and holding it there, straining against her buttocks as he tried 
to stick even his balls on into her cuntal mouth as well. Way up inside her, 
soaking in the hot buttery depths of her cuntal mouth, she spasmed again 
around his cockhead, and that was all he could stand. 

"I'm there, baby," he said, deliberately swinging his hips from side to 
side, making his cockhead, deep inside her, squirm around at abrupt 
different angles, the friction of it against his super-sensitive glans 
driving him right over the ultimate edge. "God, I'm going to cum. Here! Feel 
this! AND THIS! AND THIS ONE!! CHRIST, I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!! CAN YOU 
FEEL IT, BABY, GOING OFF INSIDE YOUR CUNT? THERE! AND THIS ONE! 
NUUUGGGGHHH!!! AGAIN, NNNNUUUUGGGHHH!!! CCCUUUMMM!!! CCCUUUMMM!!! CHRIST, 
FEEL MY COCK BLOWING UP DEEP IN YOUR TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY! 
CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!! CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!" 

When Hank finished cumming, he sagged weakly against Maebelle. Since all of 
her strength had already been expended in her half-hour long non-stop 
orgasm, she sagged right to the floor with him atop her. Fortunately, his 
cock remained tightly inside her pussy and, cuddled together like two spoons 
in a kitchen drawer, they sprawled across the living room carpet. In her 
pussy, Hank's cock slowly throbbed and jerked, relaxing, moving noticeably 
within her to its normal, huge size, loosing its length and rigidity and 
taking on the heady aroma of Maebelle Clark's cunt as her honey dew juices 
soaked right into the flesh of his cock, of his balls and, slipping out of 
her cuntal mouth, trickled heavily around his ballsac and matted into his 
pubic hairs. 

Finally, after his cock had shrunk completely back to its normal big size, 
Hank pulled it free of Maebelle's cum-filled pussy. A small gush of their 
mingled fuck fluids poured out of her following the audible sound like a 
cork leaving a bottle, of his cock leaving her well fucked cunt hole. 

"Say, baby," he said, sniffing exaggeratedly, smelling the potent pussy 
aroma coating most of his flesh, "what was that you said way back there, 
about giving me a bath?" 

Cupping her hand over her pussy in order to catch much of the discharging 
cum flow, Maebelle grinned happily at Hank and stood up awkwardly. "Okay, 
stud," she said, "you're on. Come into the shower with me and I'll show you 
something real special ... " 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Jessie and James were a couple of good old country boys. Daddy dressed them 
up like gangsters from Hollywood's 'forties and paid them extremely well to 
take care of his darling little Maebelle Clark. There were times when 
Maebelle seemed determined to ball both of them at the same time, though 
they had so far managed to divert her more amorous intentions. Still, they 
had pretty good evidence that their healthy young charge still managed, 
despite all their attention, to play around a bit on the side. They were 
almost positive that Miss Texas had already balled Hank Blinker and, on 
another occasion, James actually had to drag her by force out of Belta 
Appljug's suite, Maebelle's dear little dress torn as the child clutched it 
closed over her exposed breasts. 

There was, apparently, nothing Maebelle wouldn't do to win the Kidcunt 
contest and become Miss Teenage Country Beauty Queen. So Jessie, the smarter 
of the two, finally figured out that they were going to have to apply more 
pressure on both Maebelle and the judges. If they went back home without 
Maebelle's beauty crown, or her chastity completely intact, Daddy would 
raise more hell than a swarm of bees defending their queen. Telling James to 
keep a sharp watch over Maebelle to make sure she didn't slip away from him, 
Jessie went to have a persuasive little chat with the judges. 

While he was telling James that, Maebelle quietly let herself out of the 
suite and, barefoot, she ran down the corridor toward the elevator, 
wondering if Hank Blinker was alone in his suite and feeling lonely and 
fuckable. 

It had taken almost all of Dorothy DelVecchio's cunning to catch Hank 
Blinker alone. As a journalist, she knew how important it was to be able to 
interview important celebrities whenever the opportunity arose, and she had 
to keep on her toes and ready for any lucky break that came her way. 
Actually, she felt like she had watched the hallway for hours, just around 
the bend from his room, watching the passersby and the maids slowly hustling 
by, waiting until she was positive there was no one inside the suite with 
Hank. 

Seizing the opportunity when the corridor was the most empty, Dorothy rapped 
gently on Blinker's door in code: "Shave and a hair cut...." The door swung 
wide open, as if Blinker had been expecting the knock, waiting for it. In 
silence, he swept Dorothy up off of her feet, surprising her, and kissed her 
right on the lips, holding her tight and pushing the shoulder strap of her 
tape recorder down off her arm. He took her purse and dropped it gently to 
the floor, still kissing the helpless, awestruck girl. 

Then, breaking his kiss, his hands working at her clothing in haste, baring 
her skin to his excited caresses, he said, "Not one word out of you. I'm fed 
up to here with giggling little girls who don't want to anything but fuck 
me, their hands, like grabby paws, feeling all over my body. 

"SSSSHHHhhh, I say. This is me 'speaking to you," he said, snapping his 
fingers and posing stiltedly. "Hey, hey, hey ... dig it! I'm a big time 
movie star, not a plastic toy that some chick in heat wants to use for a 
fuckin' dildo." 

He had Dorothy almost completely naked by that time, standing right in front 
of him feverishly excited. In all her life she had never been attacked this 
way, abruptly, sexually, good. It was an authentic Jongian Zipless Fuck and 
Dorothy abandoned her Fear Of Flying to the hunky actor's masculine attack. 

"Those kids think I'm something to fuck," he said, continuing his run-on 
monologue. "But I'm here to tell you right now that ain't the truth. I'm the 
fucker. I'm the stud. See this thing here " Hank Blinker ripped open his 
pants and pulled his cock out, already huge and tumescent, stretching toward 
full erection, throbbing from all the blood coursing through his cock shaft, 
his cockhead. " now this's a cock, and I'm the fucker. You're the fuckee and 
I'm going to show you just how it feels to be fucked by hey, hey, hey, 'The 
Fount.'" Dorothy opened her mouth as he dragged her by the hand, pulling her 
toward the bed. Before she could say anything, he had clamped his hand over 
her face, effectively cutting off her words right at the source. She mumbled 
through his fingers and licked at them lovingly. 

"Not a single word," Hank Blinker said. "This is my fantasy, not yours. I've 
been waiting hours for you ... for some real woman to come my way, close 
enough for me to grab off and strip, and force down onto my bed where, 
helpless, you watch me take off the rest of my clothes." 

As he stripped, Dorothy watched his cock reach full erection and up-angle, 
rigidly pulsating close to his hair-covered belly. At the same time, her 
loins turned to liquid fire and the itch to be cock scratched, deep inside 
her palpitating cunny, nagged at her furiously. The honey dew of her pussy 
juices rolled just to the edges of her cuntal lips, making them swell up 
puffily and roll gently outward, leaving a collection of glistening dew 
visible along her pussy slit. She opened her legs slightly and lifted her 
knees, making sure Hank Blinker could see right inside her passion-pink 
pussy lips. 

He was completely naked in just moments, it seemed, and bouncing onto the 
bed, shaking it and bouncing Dorothy hard against his side, his erect cock 
slapping noisily against her firm little belly and his balls, heavy and 
sponge-like, dragged over her sleek, sensitive thigh. 

"Oh, God, Hank," Dorothy began, but he silenced her with a kiss. 

"No, woman," he said, "I said for you to be quiet...." His mouth, covering 
hers, was voracious, his tongue burrowing deeply inside her mouth and laving 
hers vigorously. At the same time Dorothy spread her legs wide, riding on 
the peak of shocked excitement that was, in just four minutes flat, 
overwhelming her with sexual desire. Hank nestled right between her legs and 
tight against her thighs, his cock hard and heavy sliding across her little 
belly and leaving a faint trace of his semen streaking her skin from his 
cockhead. His cock lips, just at the end of it, were drooling pre-cum, 
visible evidence of his rutting desire to fuck her quickly. 

Dorothy lifted her hips slightly, up-angling her buttocks and raising her 
cuntal mouth closer to his fat meaty shaft. As he pulled his hips backward, 
his whole cock length settled long ways through the lips of her juiced-up, 
hot-fleshed cunt and, dragging it along, it bounced over her clitoris, 
rubbing it hard, the heavy weight of his hard-on causing tingling little 
orgasms to roil around inside the soft buttery depths of her cuntal canal. 

Then, just as his cockhead signaled CONTACT to Hank's brains, he nudged his 
hips sharply and quickly forward, sinking fully half of his wide, purplish 
cockhead right inside Dorothy's inner pussy lips, into the hotter, softer 
pinkness. 

Dorothy gave an involuntary gasp at the suddenness and massiveness of his 
penile penetration. Her mouth clamped tightly around his tongue and she 
sucked it sharply, pulling it deep into her mouth to indicate to 'The Fount" 
where she wanted his nozzle to be. 

He rammed his cock full length up into Dorothy's hot, juicy fuck hole. The 
big broad head of it pushed against her cervix, trying to shove it aside and 
penetrate even deeper. His cock meat stuffed her cunt and her belly 
completely, giving her an instant bloated feeling as if she had eaten too 
much good stuff all at once. She let the sides of her pussy cling to it 
hotly, feeling the whole long pulsating length of his cock at once, and 
especially the fat bloated head of it, distending her cuntal flesh mightily 
and nestling snugly in the soft buttery depths of her lava-coated cunt. 

Her orgasm was instantaneous and it gripped his cock with a tight fury he 
had not expected, despite all the times he had fucked before. Her cunt 
rippled and snapped and bit at his cock and the whole head of it was 
instantly bathed in super-heated honey dew, the fire-hot juices of her cunt, 
of her orgasm ... Dorothy's potent cum. It had to be the abruptness of the 
fuck, the _z unexpected encounter, the unreality of it all of having a very 
famous man, one most of the women in the world wanted to fuck, grab her and 
silence her and strip her and fuck her. 

Just like that. Not even so much as a "may I" ... just strip, flop out the 
cock, and ram it in ... soak it in Dorothy's instant hot cum. 

The excitement of his audacious actions suddenly filled Hank Blinker's 
imagination and he pulled his mouth away from Dorothy's, laughing almost 
hysterically. At the same time, he began pumping his prick in and out of her 
slippery, squishy-sounding cunt, churning up her heady pussy smells as he 
fucked her furiously. He knew it would only be a brief minute or two before 
his own orgasm, already well on the way, would erupt, flooding Dorothy's 
cunt with his copious semen and he wanted to feel all the sweet in-and-out 
frictioning he could before the ultimate, heart-stopping moment of his 
ejaculation. 

He long-dicked her as Dorothy groaned, moaning out her orgasm, her hips, 
beneath his, writhing in exact practiced counterpoint to his fuck pace, 
ramming her clitoris hard into his pubic hair, against his pelvic bone, 
again and again. Inside her cunt, it snapped and sucked at his cock like 
never before, demanding he give up his hot fuck fluids to ease her ultimate 
itch ... insisting that he cum all inside her feverish, muscle twitching, 
fire-hot fuck hole. 

"Oh, God," Hank said, reaching down and grabbing Dorothy's nipples, twisting 
them hard and pulling them to the sides, causing her to have another orgasm 
that shut down so completely on his cock shaft it was difficult for him to 
keep it moving, sliding noisily through the super tight, super hot fuck 
hole. "Now! Now, baby! I'm going to cum. I can't hold it back any longer. 
I'm going to cum ... NOW! AND NOW!!! FEEL MY CUM, BABY? MY COCK'S BEING TORN 
APART INSIDE YOUR SWEET LITTLE PUSSY. FEEL THIS! AND THIS ONE! AND AGAIN! 
AGAIN! GOD, SO MUCH JISM ... I NEVER THOUGHT I COULD CUM SO MUCH. MY COCK'S 
NEVER BEEN SO BIG ... SO HOT. NUUGGGHHH!!! NNNUUUGGGHHH!!! CCUUMMIINNGG!!!" 

There was an abrupt knock on Hank's door, "Shave and a hair cut...." Hank 
froze in place, his long hard cock fully inserted up inside Dorothy 
DelVecchio's cock, spitting jet after jet of strong, ropy jism into the soft 
buttery depths of her juiced-up pussy. At the knocking sound on the door, 
there was just a brief hesitation in the splurting of his cum, but he 
managed to ignore the sound long enough to finish his ejaculation, filling 
Dorothy's happy pussy to overflowing. 

"Goddamnit," Hank said, abruptly jerking his cock out of Dorothy's pussy. It 
gave one final weak dribble of cum then, splotting over Dorothy's fine 
little belly and puddling inside her belly button. "Sorry about the 
interruption. I had a couple more things in mind we could try to do 
together." He was out of bed instantly, using the sheet to scrape away the 
cum and pussy juices streaked across his cock, his balls, and his thighs, 
though nothing except soap could have removed the pungently potent aroma of 
Dorothy's cunt from Hank's heavy, rubbed-red sex flesh. 

Dorothy, fearing discovery in such a peculiar position, grabbed the opposite 
corner of the sheet and dabbed at her pussy, scooping up as much of Hank's 
cum and her honey dew as she could before jumping from the bed and grabbing 
for her clothes, trying to put them on at record speed. 

The knock came again on Hank Blinker's hotel door, "Shave and a hair cut ... 
knock knock ... " 

"Goddamnit," Hank muttered quietly to Dorothy, fumbling with his pants, 
trying to zip them closed. Then he called out toward the door, "Just a 
minute, please...." Dorothy was dressed and had thrown the bedspread back, 
covering the twisted up, rumpled, cum-stained sheets. She scooped up her 
purse, and her tape recorder and was standing beside Hank before he had the 
door completely open...." and I want to thank you, Mr. Blinker," Dorothy 
said, very professionally, "for the exceptionally ... illuminating 
interview. I'll be sure to quote you correctly. I do have the whole thing 
down on tape, you know ... " 

"Of course, Miss ... er ... Miss...." Hank said, "I'm always glad to help 
the press, fill in all the big important details." 

"You sure did that," she said, "fill it in----" Then, turning to the 
startled Maebelle Clark, who had been pounding on Hank's door, Dorothy said, 
"Why, Miss Texas, isn't it? How nice to see you again." Then, humming, 
Dorothy walked down the hall and calmly pushed the elevator call button, 
knowing without a doubt that Hank Blinker would not be able to fuck the 
hot-assed little girl with all the millions of dollars, no matter how she 
tried to turn him on. Dorothy had fucked him royally ... his balls would be 
dry for days. 

As she stepped into the elevator, Dorothy could feel Hank's cum, running out 
of her cunt lips and trickling, warmly, down her silky smooth thighs. As she 
stepped out on another floor, Jessie and James, running down the corridor, 
nearly collided with her in their haste. She stopped and watched them fumble 
with keys to the Clark suite, finally opening the door and rushing on 
inside. Cautiously, Dorothy walked right up to the door, noticing they had 
left it slightly ajar as they rushed in through it. 

Inside, Jessie was on the telephone, calling Houston. Daddy would know what 
to do in any emergency. "It's me, Jessie, Mr. Clark," Jessie said, when the 
connection was completed. "And me and James are having all kinds of trouble, 
Boss. Maebelle just won't A.it still, and these Kidcunts, Jesus, Boss, 
they're all so pretty, it'll be impossible to.... 

"Well, yeah, I know you expect Maebelle to win, Boss. Only there's at least 
this one girl here, Miss gorgeous cunt. She's younger than Maebelle and 
blonde. Got the prettiest blue eyes you ever saw. It's going to be damned 
hard, winning over a kid who looks like she does and ... " 

"What's that, Boss? You say get her out of the way? You don't mean...?" 

"Oh, that's different. Kidnap her. For A minute-there I thought you wanted 
us to rub.... 

"Yeah, sure, Boss. We'll handle it. And if Maebelle'd just cooperate a 
bit.... 

"Yeah, sure, I'll have her phone you so you can tell her straight out ... 
'bye, Boss...." Jessie hung up the phone and turned to James. 

"The Boss says for us to kidnap that Sally Ann kid and keep her out of sight 
until after the judging tonight," Jessie said. "Great, Jessie," James said. 
"About time we got some real action going around here anyway. I saw her with 
that Arnstein fellow just a little while ago, heading toward his room." 

"All right," Jessie said, "maybe we should go right Dorothy didn't wait to 
hear any more, she rushed back to the elevator and just caught it in time, 
going up to Sol Arnstein's suite. "Oh, Sol, baby, it was so great that last 
time," Vickie Williams, naked and writhing in Sol Arnstein's arms, his bare 
belly, copious and rolling in fatty waves, was descending down atop the 
sweet young girl child from New Mexico. His cock was harder than it had been 
in a long time and her cunt, he knew because he had been fingering it good, 
treating his fingers to the firmness of her kiddy cunt, feeling of her 
heavy, fragrant pussy dew, for many long minutes. 

Vickie's cunt, almost always ready to accommodate an erect penis, even 
during the heaviest days of her menstrual flow, was exceptionally ready for 
the big-time Broadway producer to fuck her. It could mean the starring role 
in a New York hit. It could even mean the Kidcunt Contest crown, Vickie's 
first step toward certain stardom, following the evening's telecast from the 
luxury hotel where they were staying. 

."Kid," Arnstein said, taking Vickie's sweet little breasts in his hands and 
feeling of them, checking out the texture and sponginess, the firm, rigid 
heat of her taut nipples, "you're some fine little fuck toy, you know that? 
I never saw a body just like yours, or one so ready to fuck. " 

"Oh, it's just you, Mr. Arnstein," Vickie said. "I hope you don't think I'm 
this way with just any man. You do something special to me. Why, just the 
sight of your big beautiful cock and I just feel dizzy all over. Especially 
here, inside my cunt." 

As Vickie said those words, she pulled her pussy lips apart and held her 
cunt wide open, the hot, feverish inner flesh, darkly pink, her elongated, 
swollen clitoris, her labia, her vulva, all starkly open to Arnstein's 
examination. With some difficulty, he managed to see around his fat belly 
and right down into her opened-up cuntal mouth. His huge cock jerked and 
throbbed and seemed to grow even harder as he looked into her inviting, 
irresistible fuck hole. 

"Oh, God, Mr. Arnstein," Vickie said, with no pretense at sham at all, 
"you've just got to fuck me. Oh, please! PLEASE, PUT YOUR COCK IN MY PUSSY 
... JUST THE HEAD OF IT, AT LEAST. OH, LET ME FEEL YOUR HARD DICK SLIDING 
RIGHT INTO MY CUNT. GODDAMNIT, PUT IT IN ME!!! GIVE ME YOUR COCK ... YOUR 
CCCOOOCCCKKK!!!" 

Grunting, shifting his heavy bulk, trying to line up his cock to penetrate 
her sweet young pussy, Arnstein grabbed it by the base with his hand and 
lifted it, easing it against the hot moistness of her cuntal flesh, feeling 
with the super sensitive nerve endings of his cockhead the actual fire of 
her vagina. 

"Okay, baby," he said, finally lining his cock up and bracing himself for 
the downward, pleasure-filled penetrating slide, "get ready because here it 
comes." He gave one mighty grunt and a push, and the door flew open. "Jesus 
Christ, he's raping the little kid," Jessie said, grabbing Sally Ann 
Kingston abruptly up from the bed, literally ripping her from the depraved 
clutches of the foul rapist, saving her virginity at the eleventh hour. 
Wrapping the sweet little blonde child up in the bedspread, he thrust her 
into James' arms, who departed with her at a run. 

"And you, you miserable old fucker," Jessie said, turning again to face the 
naked, cock-disappointed Broadway producer who was cringing in shock, trying 
to cover his opulent body with a sheet but not succeeding very well. "You 
oughta be ashamed of yourself, taking advantage of innocent kids. Just 
because you're big, are you big-and a judge and all, don't mean you can get 
away with breaking the law. Fucking kid's a crime, man. You can go to jail 
for dipping your wick in forbidden honeypots, you dumb old man you, doncha 
know nothin'? 

"Well, listen to me and listen up good, you hear? Tonight, when you're 
voting for the Kidcunt queen, you better keep in mind that Maebelle Clark, 
is the winner. Listen up good, man, because if Maebelle don't win, you and 
me, we got business together, and you ain't gonna like your part of it. 

Gear, fellow?" Mumbling inaudibly, shaking his head up and down, 
acknowledging he had heard and understood Jessie's subtle meanings, Arnstein 
rolled over onto his bed, wrapping his round form completely, head and all, 
inside his sheet that still, vaguely, smelled of free flowing pussy juice. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

James felt perfectly comfortable going through the corridors of the 
Bonaventure Hotel, riding in the elevator, carrying the bedspread wrapped, 
kicking and complaining form of Vickie Williams over his shoulder like a one 
hundred ten pound bag of cow feed headed toward the south pasture. The room 
he shared with Jessie was on the tenth floor, so they could be close to 
Maebelle's suite, and he took Sally Ann Kingston straight to it, ignoring 
the gawking people he met enroute, including Dorothy DelVecchio who just 
happened to be in the same elevator with him while he still carried Vickie 
over his shoulder. 

"Sounds like you're having a real good party," Dorothy said, looking at the 
none-too-bright James, knowing he was one of Daddy's hoods assigned to guard 
Maebelle's beautiful body. 

"Yeah," James said, "me and my chick're playin' a game." Dorothy stepped 
aside then, as the elevator door opened, and let James pass by with his 
baggage. She watched, holding the door of the elevator open, while James 
fumbled with his keys and opened the door, going inside with the still 
protesting body of Sally Ann Kingston, former Kidcunt contest contestant now 
helpless kidnap victim. 

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Dorothy's mind rushed with images of 
the sweet child from the country and how terrified she must be, in the 
depraved clutches of Daddy's hoods, and how very important it was for her, 
easily the front runner, to be onstage before the evening's prime-time 
telecast of the Miss Teenage Country Beauty Pageant began. 

Oh, what to do? she mused, What to do? Jessie, knowing that James had Sally 
Ann Kingston safely under wraps no bedspread pun intended decided he still 
had time to make the rounds with the rest of the judges, threatening them, 
putting as much squeeze-play pressure on them as he dared, determined to 
follow Daddy's rules to the letter and bring Maebelle Clark home the grand 
champion Kidcunt of the whole country. He pulled a piece of paper from his 
pocket on which he had made a note of the different judge's room numbers. 
Checking over the list, he waited for the elevator. 

Belta Appljug had been nothing but frustrated since she arrived at the 
Bonaventure. It was, somehow, beneath her dignity to take part in the 
Kidcunt farce in the first place, but she needed the publicity. What she 
hadn't expected was the way her own emotion, surrounded by so many 
identically perfect sweet young things, would react. She was sure she didn't 
have a perverted bone in her Lesbian-free body, but there was something 
indefinable about those little girls ... something warm and cuddly that 
brought out the nonexistent Mother inside of Belta. Whenever she was alone, 
with any one of them, she had the most overwhelming compulsion to strip 
their sweet little bodies, and hers as well. What she wanted to do was 
cuddle them against her body, rock them against her breasts like infants. 
Oh, it would be all right if they wanted to feel of her fat old titties, to 
pull at her nipples. And, Oh, God, to ... to kiss them, nursing at Mother's 
breast. 

Not sex, Belta insisted in her thoughts. Not that filthy stuff, just pure, 
natural motherly instincts taking over. 

What could possibly be harmful about me touching their little breasts in 
return, their sweet, delicious-looking little nipples? Oh, God! Belta 
shuddered just from the thought of it all again, from the excitement and the 
nearness of sweet little sixteen-year-old Sally Ann Kingston. It had been 
with some difficulty that Belta, promising a gift subscription to MS 
Magazine to the dear child, was able to drag her from the depraved clutches 
of that lecherous Sol Arnstein. No doubt he had designs on the innocent 
young virgin's lovely child's body. 

At any rate, Belta Appljug felt victorious and very Motherly at having 
rescued the child and brought her safely to Belta's suite where they could 
sit and talk like civilized people while they, slowly, removed their 
clothes. 

Sally Ann, gloriously naked, was moving into Belta's huge embrace, about to 
be smothered in the bosom of the world. Already the large woman's heated 
flesh reached out to the child and she could feel the radiating lust from 
inches away from the awesome, smothering, infantile fantasy. 

"Here, my child," Belta said, her arms wide, gathering in Sally Ann's frail 
little perfection, "come sit on Mother's lap and let me...." The door banged 
loudly and Belta stood up abruptly, dumping Sally Ann on the carpeted floor. 
Belta said, "it must be the house detective. Quick, child, hide in the 
closet. Oh, get your clothes too, dear." 

Sally Ann, already on the floor, twisted around and grabbed up her things, 
all but her little bitty yellow polka-dot bikini panties that she left 
sticking out from under the couch. She hurried into the closet and closed 
the door just as Belta, pulling on a huge mu-mu type flowered bathrobe, went 
to open the door. 

"Listen here, you dyke," Jessie said the instant Belta opened the door, 
hardly noticing how disheveled she was or the strongly pungent aroma of 
honey dew from more than one heated-up pussy. "I don't know what you're up 
to in here, and I don't care, you hear?" 

"Why, why, how dare you...." Belta Appljug began, spluttering in 
indignation. "Shut your face, bitch," Jessie said, "and listen up close. I'm 
not going to tell you this but one time. Tonight, when you're judging the 
Kidcunts, only one girl's gonna win, you dig? The winner is Daddy's girl, 
Maebelle Clark. Right?" 

"Why, why, how dare you...." Belta began again. 

"No buts at all, you pervert," Jessie said. "If Maebelle don't win, your fat 
ass's gonna be out of commission, and that's the truth. I'll personally take 
care of it myself." 

In silence, .Belta watched Jessie turn and disappear around the bend in the 
hallway corridor. Maebelle Clark had pushed Hank Blinker down onto the couch 
in the living room of his suite. Then, despite his protestations, she had 
Opened his pants and fished around inside his fly, finally pulling out his 
limp cock and emptied balls. 

"See, kid," Hank said, "I told you it was useless. I just don't feel like 
being your fuck toy any more. Not now at least. You'll have to wait about 
... oh, about half an hour." 

"Oh, Hank, dollie, don't do this to me," Maebelle said. "I've been dreaming 
about your beautiful cock all morning, and here it is, all wilted and ... 
and funky smelling?" 

"Come on, kid," Hank said, "have a heart. I'm an old man already. I'm 
thirty, and you're still just a kid. I don't have a hard-on all the time any 
more. I've grown up. It takes time, between fucks, for my dick to recharge. 
Hey, hey, hey, don't always flow with cum, you know?" 

Maebelle, her mind filled with her own fantasies of TV star Hank Blinker, 
hardly even heard his protesting words, so intent was she upon the flesh of 
her desire, his limp cock and balls all spread out before her face. She 
scurried to her knees between his legs, settling down into the thick carpet. 
She looked at his limp cock, wondering where all the starch went and why it 
was so red and ... and used looking, and why it had that specially funny 
strong smell to it. 

Maebelle leaned further over and smelled of the skin of Hank's limp cock, 
and of his hair covered ballsac, pulling Dorothy DelVecchio's powerful pussy 
smell right into her nostrils and still failing to identify it. Confused, 
she opened her mouth and pulled all of Hank's cock into it, her nose 
nestling against his flat belly inside his pubic hair and her chin just 
separating his two fat sponge-like balls. She had every bit of Hank 
Blinker's limp, DelVecchio-juice covered cock in her mouth, right down to 
the root of it. 

Having so recently fucked, and fucked royally, reaming out Dorothy 
DelVecchio's passionately responsive cuntal mouth, Hank's cock was overly 
sensitive and raw, from frictioning in and out of Dorothy's rippling pussy 
walls. To have Maebelle mouthing his glans, her tongue twisting maddeningly 
around his never-ending-filled cockhead, was pure physical torture to the 
television star. His cock was going through its own Crazy Daze inside the 
fiery cauldron of Maebelle's cocksucking mouth. 

It hurt him so much it felt good. No matter how hard he pulled away from 
her, pushing her head off of his cock, Maebelle sucked harder, pulling 
stronger on the sensitive flesh of his cockhead and his cock shaft, mouthing 
the shaft like mad. Then, much to Hank's surprise, as Maebelle sucked and 
swallowed all of Dorothy's pussy juices, cleaning his cock in loud slurping 
wet sucks, he found his cock responding to her mouth and her tongue. It 
began elongating, stretching out inside her mouth and her tongue. It began 
elongating, stretching out inside her mouth and edging, slowly, back out of 
it. As his dick grew tumescent, filling out fatter, it had to back out to 
make room for the expanding cockhead, still tight inside her suctioning 
mouth, her tongue twisting down inside his penis tip like a snake trying to 
get back into a closed-off den. 

Hank's cock was almost fully erect again, sticking out long and hard, the 
whole knob of it buried inside her mouth where her lips had locked tightly 
around behind his coronal ridge, firmly trapping his glans inside her 
juicing, slurping, milking machine. 

"Oh, God, kid," Hank said, "you're killing my cock, but you did manage to 
get it up again. Say, you can stop sucking on it now. Oh, it hurts. Don't 
you understand, it's too sensitive for you to keep sucking on it. STOP 
SUCKING MY DICK! GIVE ME BACK MY COCK. LET GO WITH YOUR TONGUE. OH, SHIT!!! 
OH ... IT HURTS GGGOOOOOODDD!!! GGGOOOOOODDDD!!!" 

The loud banging on the door managed to cut through the sharp, excruciating 
pain surrounding Hank Blinker's cockhead deep inside Maebelle Clark's 
voraciously head-giving mouth. 

"Hey in there, open up this here door," came a loud voice from in the 
hallway. Maebelle, recognizing Jessie's voice, jerked her head abruptly off 
of Hank's cock. It was fully erect and shining slick with all spittle, the 
big broad oversized knob of it shining brightly purple and growing quickly 
cold without the attention of her mouth surrounding it. 

Maebelle exclaimed, "he'll kill both of us if he finds me in here with you." 
She jumped to her knees and ran around the room in circles, finally crawling 
under the big hotel bed and hiding herself there. 

The loud banging knock came again on Hank's front door. "Open up, I said, 
you hear?" Jessie called loudly. Getting to his feet, with difficulty 
stuffing his erect cock and cum-swollen balls back inside his pants and 
closing them, Hank wobbled to the door, the tent sticking out in his pants 
only too clearly obvious as a rampant erection. A large damp spot, just at 
the tip of his coronal ridge-flaring cockhead began spreading and growing 
larger, staining the fabric of his pants with his drooling pre-cum from 
where it escaped his cockhead. 

Trying to force his cock to remain inconspicuous, Hank opened the door to be 
confronted by Jessie. "Say listen, dude," Jessie said, "I know you're some 
big macho man from television, a real butch stud, but that ain't no never 
mind with me, you hear? I got one message for you, man, for tonight. When it 
comes time to judge the queen of the pageant, the winner is Maebelle Clark, 
you hear?" 

"Hey, man," he said, trying to swing into his arrogant, finger snapping 
television character, "doncha know who you're ... " 

"Just listen, to me," Jessie insisted, "cause I ain't repeatin' myself 
again. If Maebelle Clark don't win, you and me, see, together, right after 
the contest is over. You ain't never gonna hey, hey, hey again ... clear?" 

Without waiting for an answer, Jessie turned around and walked away. With 
his task of threatening the judges completed, he could go back to James and 
help him take care of the little blonde girl they had kidnapped at Daddy's 
instructions. 

With Sally Ann Kingston out of the way, it was Maebelle Clark to win the 
Kidcunt contest. When James had entered the room he shared with Jessie, he 
had simply dumped the tangled mess of Sally Ann Kingston, bedspread and all, 
onto one of the two big double beds, and then ignored her. Besides, James 
had to piss in the worst way. He had had too many cups of coffee that 
morning and the liquid was rushing through his system like a six-pack of 
beer magnified several times. 

Ignoring the wriggling form on the bed, the naked arms and legs that poked 
out of corners of the unwrapping bedspread, James went into the bathroom and 
stood in front of the toilet. He lifted the lid on the gleaming white hotel 
fixture and unzipped his fly, digging down inside and scooping out his 
balls, along with his heavy, painfully restricted cock shaft. Then, sighing 
with the relief he was about to feel, pulling at his cock, stretching it out 
long and holding it, angling the head of it down into the toilet bowl, James 
released a strong stream of urine. It was aromatic and seemed to rain down 
inside the toilet bowl and striking the surface of the water with a 
splashing sound. 

And Vickie walked up behind him, cocking her head sideways to watch him 
urinate, seeing his image clearly reflected in the large mirror beside the 
toilet. It was fascinating, watching. Of all the many things in Vickie 
Williams' experience, this one was something new for the precocious young 
girl and just the sight of James' cock which, all by itself, could inflame 
her to lustful desires, was enough to turn her on. 

Seeing him take a healthy, man-sized piss was enough to make little Vickie 
swoon. Her cunt snapped three times in rapid succession and her little 
clitoris, already excited from her close encounter of the Arnstein kind, 
began twanging like an old guitar, the juices swirling through her pussy 
like boiling lava. 

She reached around James' hips and took his cock in her hand. The strong 
flow of his piss cut off instantly as he tried to fight her off, to free his 
cock from her sudden, completely unexpected grasp. But it was useless, and 
Vickie would not surrender the flesh of his prick. Besides, James wasn't 
anywhere near finished peeing and he just had to go some more. He strained, 
trying to ignore the fact that it was a sweet little girl's hand surrounding 
his big warm cock, feeling the heavy stream of his piss rush through the 
shaft of it and actually bending down over it, looking at the deep yellow 
stream as it forced its way, painfully, through his cocklips, spreading them 
wide and raining in a heavy arch down into the toilet bowl, sounding like 
the second coming of the Johnstown flood. 

Feeling the masculinity of it all, of holding the stranger's cock while he 
urinated, got to Vickie completely and there was no way her desires could be 
denied, after that. The instant James finished pissing, forcing three final 
weaker splurts out of his cockhead even after that, Vickie knew she had him 
where it counted. Even while James had been pissing, with Vickie's hand so 
warmly, so sweetly caressing the flesh of his dick, it had been growing 
longer, proudly taking on posing strength to impress her with, and impress 
her it did. 

He had an almost full hard-on by the time his final piss splurt vacated his 
cockhead, and Vickie's fingers were running up and down the length of it, 
testing the firm meatiness of it, the heat, the rope-like veins that corded 
around James' cock, filling it with hot fresh blood. She scooped her hand 
beneath his heavy, swollen ballsac, feeling of his testicles and pressing 
them together, gently kneading the cum-makers and starting James' groin 
flashing with feverish pulsations. 

"Oh, baby, baby," Vickie said, pulling on James' cock like a handle and 
turning him away from the toilet, scooping his whole cockhead right into her 
mouth and laving it lovingly, cleaning it of the final driblets of his 
flavorful urine." 

"Wow!" James smiled, the instant her mouth closed tight behind his cockhead, 
trapping it all inside. He fell forward, pushing her down onto the cold, 
uncovered porcelain toilet. As her buttocks made contact with the bowl, she 
opened her pussy lips and began peeing too, adding her own urine into the 
bowl with James' his cock firmly suctioned into her mouth and her tongue 
swirling madly all around the' knob of it. 

When Vickie finished pissing, she calmly stood up, releasing James' cock 
from the heated depths of her mouth, and flushed the toilet. Then, still 
pulling James by his cock handle, she led him back to the bed where the 
tangled bedspread was twisted and rumpled. She pushed him down flat onto the 
bed and, despite his strength, his valiant efforts to fight her off, she 
opened his belt and his pants, pushing them and his boxer shorts down clear 
of his hips, revealing his whole hot, hairy midsection to her examination. 

"Oh, oh, it's so ... so big," Vickie said, scooping up his now freed cock 
and his heavy swollen balls. "I've just got to ... to fuck you ... " 

"Jesus Christ, kid," James said, "ain't you got no manners? Now goddamnit, 
you stop fucking around with my dick, you hear? Damn it, leave my balls 
alone. No. Don't you go climbing around on top of me, you little hotbox. 
Don't ... don't sit on my belly like that. No, don't lift your little pussy 
up over my big cock and ... and ... OOOHHH!!! OOOHHHhhh!!!" 

Vickie ignored all of James' protestations in her haste to consummate the 
kidnapping. No mere annulment could ever separate them now, not after this, 
after the way she spread her tight little twat out and jammed it down over 
his upstanding cock shaft, literally forcing her flesh to accommodate the 
.penetration of his oversized fuck stick. It slowly made its way up inside 
of her pussy, stretching the tight little walls of it mightily, stuffing her 
full of heavy hot man meat, filling her cunt and her belly to overflowing 
with grown-man fuck flesh. 

Then, pinching her erect nipples in her own hands, Vickie began tossing her 
head from side to side, making her long red hair flow around in torrents. 
Moaning, writhing, her hips flying from side to side and up and down, she 
fucked the living shit out of James. His cock was captured inside a whirling 
cauldron of living fuck fantasy and he never ever wanted to take it out, not 
even after it had emptied and shriveled up to nothing again, he still wanted 
to keep it firmly up inside that tight hot little suction hole. Vickie's 
much-used pussy rippled up and down his cock shaft like a python, squeezing 
out its daily meal of cum and honey. Her pussy snapped against the sides of 
his cock, against his feverishly throbbing cockhead, like a base drum in a 
July Fourth parade and her orgasm surrounded the head of it with fire-hot 
cum, soaking into the skin of his dick and turning him on, driving him right 
to his own ultimate orgasm. 

Knowing she had finished with her cum, for the moment, James took his hands 
and grabbed Vickie's hips, holding her firmly and lifting her slightly, so 
there would be a little room for him to move his hips up and down. There 
wasn't much room, because his pants and his shorts held his legs firmly 
captive, as did Vickie's one hundred ten pounds, but there was just enough. 
James started a rapid-fire hip hunching of his own, fucking upward, ramming 
his big fat cum-slick cock in and out of Vickie's juice-filled fuck hole. It 
sounded loud and squishy, the plunging, pistoning movements of his cock 
flesh sliding around, frictioning, inside of her cunt flesh. It whipped up 
her strongly sexy woman smell, the unmistakable scent of her pussy, and 
blended it with the fragrance of his cock flesh. 

Then it was almost there, James' orgasm, and the sudden knowledge of that 
sent Vickie off into another cum of her own, her pussy squeezing the head of 
James' cock tighter than a vise. "NUUUGGGGHHHHhhhh!!! 
NNNUUUUGGGGHHHHhhhh!!!" 

"Yes, kid," James said, his cock suddenly burning and his strong hot semen 
rushing up the length of his cock, splurting free of his cockhead and 
jetting right up inside her pussy, soaking the soft buttery depths in his 
hoodlum semen, the cum-spitting head of his cock tight against her cervix, 
bathing it in his sticky jism. "I'm gonna cum in your little pussy. GODDAMN, 
I'm actually FUCKING. MY COCK'S RIPPING, SPITTING CUM, FILLING YOUR PUSSY 
WITH MY FUCK JUICE. FEEL MY COCK JERK!!! THERE!!! AGAIN! MORE CUM! MORE 
CCCUUUMMM!!! CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!! I'M CCCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGG!!!" 

Jessie walked into the room and stood beside the bed, looking down at James, 
his partner, who writhed through the uncontrollable throes of his orgasm 
while the pretty little red-headed vixen bounced around on his cock, 
thumping down hard on it and sinking the whole fat mother up inside her 
twat. 

As James finished cumming and his eyes cleared, finally recognizing his 
buddy beside the bed, "What're you doin' fucking this kid? And where's the 
blonde we grabbed off?" 

"Huh?" James said, shaking his head, trying to clear up some of the 
lust-hazed confusion. "What say, Jess?" 

"I said, you asshole, where's the blonde?" Jessie repeated. "I don't know, 
Jess," James said, trying to free his cock from Vickie, who was just ending 
her final orgasm, her little cunt holding tight around his cock and 
squeezing it again, trying to get more cum out of it for her growing 
collection. "This is the kid we brought here in the bedspread." 

"Goddamnit," Jessie said, "we must've grabbed the wrong broad." Vickie, 
knowing James was all used up for the moment, let her lustful gaze caress 
Jessie's crotch, liking the fullness she saw, the heavy hanging meat that 
stuffed his pants. She reached out and grabbed Jessie's cock, through his 
pants, and smiled up at him. 

"Hello, big boy," she said, "are you next? This one's all used up 
already...." Jessie felt his cock start to respond to the lovely redhead 
from New Mexico. It stretched and grew and filled out, snaking long and 
heavy down inside his pants. His balls, too, began filling with hot sticky 
cum, stretching the heavy ovoids and making them grow more sponge-like 
inside the crinkly flesh of his hair-covered ballsac. 

"Oh, I should hope so," Vickie said, smiling, her fingertip tracing the now 
rigid curve of Jessie's coronal ridge. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Dorothy DelVecchio was certain that Jessie and James, Daddy's two hired 
hoods, had Sally Ann Kingston held captive inside their room in the downtown 
Hotel. It was up to her to rescue the poor little child from Oklahoma in 
time to get her back onstage for the televised judging. She didn't want to 
involve Duke Meadows in the kidnapping, however remotely, besides the busy 
master of ceremonies more than his hands filled, taking care of routine 
details that were overlapping into his late lunch, trying to rob him of the 
only free time he had set aside for himself for the whole day of Sunday. 

As Dorothy looked in on him, seeing how harried and rushed Duke appeared to 
be, she just didn't have the heart to tell him about the crime that had been 
committed right there in the hotel. 

But where to turn ... who can help? The questions, in Dorothy's mind, came 
fast and furiously. 

Of course, Hank Blinker can help, she decided. Only where would I find him 
this time of the afternoon? 

Saying good-bye to Duke Meadows, Dorothy went down into the main ballroom, 
where the television crews were already checking their cameras and lights, 
looking for Hank Blinker. Since Daddy's hood had interrupted the sweet 
cocksucking session Hank Blinker was experiencing with his 
pussy-juice-coated cock deep inside Maebelle Clark's talented little mouth, 
his balls had been aching. When Jessie had left Hank's room, after 
threatening him with dire harm if Hank didn't vote Maebelle Clark the 
Kidcunt queen, not even Hank's best routine could persuade Maebeele to pick 
up where she had left off and go down on him again, or fuck him, anything to 
relieve the pleasant ache she had started for him inside his balls, making 
them heavy and cum-swollen, filling out the sponge-like tissues of their 
ovoid forms with fresh hot semen. 

Maebelle wanted to rush right back to her suite and be Miss Virgin all over 
again, posing sweetly for Daddy's spirit and keeping Hank Blinker's big hard 
cock completely out of her mind, just in case Daddy had finally figured out 
a way to read her thoughts, as he had done with her phone calls and most of 
her mail. 

And Hank, with a partial hard-on, was left to suffer the tortures of the 
unfucked damned. That swollen, heavy feeling in his balls and the quite 
unpleasant ache every time he accidentally brushed against either of them, 
heavy and cramped up inside their tight little ballsac. 

Little wonder, then, that Sally Ann Kingston could cause Hank's already 
tumescent cock to do a spinning hand-stand, just by walking up to him and 
purring like a kitten about to get into the cream saucer. 

"Oh, hello, Mr. Blinker," she said, her sweet little blue eyes sparkling, 
radiating virginal purity and total innocence. She flicked her head to one 
side, casually, causing the cascades of her long near platinum hair to fluff 
out and ripple gently, falling back off her face finally. "I don't know if 
I've told you what a fan I am of yours. 

"Why, thank you, Miss ... Hank said, pretending to read her name tag, when 
he already knew who she was. He had memorized the lovely face and form of 
Sally Ann Kingston that first meeting, the day before, and his cock, 
throbbing, had etched her face in his lustful memory.-"It's a real thrill 
for me to meet you, too. Your state as long been one of myfavorite states. I 
even remember the play, some of the songs ... poor Judd is dead and all that 
... " 

"What?" Sally Ann asked, not being one for antique musical comedy. 

"Oh, never mind," Hank said. "I was just admiring your state." 

"Oh, that's nice," she said, "and I was admiring yours, I think." 

"Hmmm?" Hank was puzzled, then he noticed her sweet gaze seemed to be 
attracted to something at his crotch ... his cock, still tumescent and upset 
because of Maebelle's cocksucking, was sharply outlined, long and fat, 
inside his pants. His cum-filled, heavily swollen balls also helped stretch 
the fabric out, tenting it, giving the impression that Hank had enormous 
genitalia. 

Hank shuffled his feet self-consciously, hoping to shift the weight of his 
cock and balls and make them less prominent, more difficult to feel with her 
eyeballs. 

Sally Ann's sweet blue eyes followed every subtle shift of position of 
Hank's cock, of his balls. The twinkle in her eyes seemed to intensify and a 
faint smile appear on her lips. "I've always been interested in ... in ... 
uh television," Sally Ann said. "Yes, in television. And I hoped you could 
find the time to give me some pointers about appearing before the cameras, 
before I have to go on tonight. Perhaps we could go up to your room, if 
you're free now, and you could show me a thing or two ... " 

"Of course, I'm always willing to help a struggling newcomer," Hank said, 
taking the sixteen-year-old girl child's armand turning her toward the 
elevator. "There does seem to be a lull in my schedule this afternoon." 

"How nice," Sally Ann said. "And I bet you know just how to fill the gap, 
and what to use to do it with." There were several people in the elevator, 
so they cut their double entendres short but Sally Ann was forced to stand 
quite close to Hank because of a fat woman right in front of her. Sally Ann 
giggled because of the helpless situation they found themselves in and 
deliberately reached out _' behind her buttocks, stroking Hank's crotch. 
When he felt her tiny little fingers close on his cock shaft, jiggling it 
and tweaking the meaty flesh of his cockhead, he gulped loudly and almost 
gasped aloud, so abrupt and unexpected had been her caressing feels of his 
fuck flesh. 

As Sally Ann felt his cock elongating, reaching down further inside his 
pants and swelling fatter, she leaned into it with real meaning, running her 
little hands up and down the length of it and kneading his balls against his 
hair-covered thighs. By the time the elevator stopped at Hank's floor, his 
hard-on was bigger than ever before, tenting his pants way out before him. 

He had to force Sally Ann to walk ahead of him, hiding his delicate 
condition from the other couple in the same hallway. As he fumbled for his 
door key, Sally Ann brazenly stroked his cock again, squeezing heavily into 
his coronal ridge and making the tight stretched skin of his cockhead fill 
out a bit more, growing a deeper purple. 

Hank opened his door and quickly ushered Sally Ann inside, paying special 
attention to double lock and bolt the door. There was no way he wanted 
Jessie or James to come breaking into his room again, interrupting what he 
hoped would take place between him and the underaged virgin who clung, 
possessively, to his side, touching his arm and his wrist as if she was 
holding the most precious thing in the whole world. 

Alone in the room, Hank was suddenly faced with deciding how to start 
whatever it was that was going to happen. "Uh ... uh," he said, "maybe we 
should sit down." 

"All right," Sally Ann said, sitting down on the big couch and stretching, 
childishly. "But, gee, it's so warm in here. Is your air conditioning turned 
on? Maybe I shouldn't have worn these heavy Oklahoma clothes Sally Ann 
lifted her arms so the thin little cotton shift she was wearing could flow 
freely around her waist, her pert little braless breasts. Hank could see 
right inside through the arm holes and see her pointy little nipples, a dark 
rose color, riding atop shell-pink areolas. 

He gulped loudly. "Uh, yeah," he said, it is a bit warm in here. Funny, I 
hadn't noticed." 

"Maybe you could just help me unhook this," she said, turning her back to 
him and flopping her hair forward, offering him the hook at the top of her 
dress. "I know I'd be ever so much more comfortable then." 

"Why, of course," Hank said, his awkward fingers having difficulty opening 
the hook. When he did, he parted the back of her dress and looked down at 
her dear sweet back, all naked and glowing sweetly, smelling like strawberry 
shampoo and so clean he just wanted to lick her all over. 

"Oh, thank you," Sally Ann said, cooing provocatively like the near-virgin 
she was and letting her dress fall down to her waist, baring her upper 
torso. "There now," she said, turning fully toward Hank, the nubbins of her 
pointy little breasts sucking at his flesh like twin magnets, "see how much 
better this is ... " 

"Yeah," Hank said, forgetting his finger snapping and his hey, hey, heying 
for once, completely enthralled by the radiant beauty of the fine young 
child before him. "And if I help you with your shirt, you'll be just as 
comfortable as I am, I bet," Sally Ann said, opening Hank's shirt while he 
sat beside her unmoving, his eyes riveted to her tiny little nipples that 
seemed to be throbbing visibly. 

"Oh, what nice muscles you have," Sally Ann said, admiring Hank's pectorals 
and the sparse growth of his brown chest hair. "I bet you're built real good 
all over." 

"Yeah, I guess so," Hank said, "and I bet you are too, Sally Ann." 

"I know what," she said, suddenly gleeful. "Let's play a little game. I'll 
show you my body and you can show me yours." 

"Well, I don't know," Hank said, for some unknown reason reluctant to play 
children's games with the child, but just then Sally Ann stood up, right in 
front of him. Her light dress, already open from the top and gathered around 
her waist, fluttered with a sibilant hiss to the floor and Sally Ann was, 
except for her tiny sandals, completely naked. She sidestepped clear of her 
shoes and smiled at Hank, the vibrantly blonde bush of her pussy hairs 
parted just enough for him to see the hot pink slit of her cuntal mouth. The 
pungent soapy fragrance of her skin stuck in his nostrils like glue. 

"See, not a stitch," she said, posing for Hank, turning slowly around so he 
could see her shoulders, her waist from the back, the out swelling curves of 
her lush buttocks and the trim lines of her silky smooth thighs and legs. 

"So now, you've got to show me your body, because you've seen mine already," 
Sally Ann said, sitting back down on the couch and waiting for Hank to begin 
taking off his pants. 

"Well, I guess I will, if I have to," Hank said, slowly taking off his shoes 
and socks. 

"Oh, you have to," Sally Ann said, "you have to show me all of it ... every 
inch of your big hunky body." Hank stood up then, in front of the child, and 
opened his belt, swaying from side to side and humming all he could remember 
from "The Stripper," trying to be as provocative as possible as he lowered 
his pants, slowly revealing his stuffed-full cotton shorts. When he kicked 
his pants to the side, Sally Ann purred louder and her mouth formed in a 
tiny expectant "O". 

Hank turned his back to Sally Ann and dipped his shorts down low on his 
buttocks, working the tight clingy fabric off of his cock and his 
balls-hidden from the girl by his back and down his hairy thighs. When they 
were far enough down to fall by themselves, Hank kicked his feet free of the 
Jockey's and stood up, completely naked, but with his back still to the pale 
blonde girl child. 

Hank bent far over and spread his legs, parting his buttocks right before 
her astonished face. The crack of his ass was damp with traces of his sweat, 
filling the crevice between his ass cheeks. He dipped down lower and took 
his hard cock in his hands, and his balls, and pushed them between his legs, 
pointing backward toward Sally Ann's sweet face, showing themselves to her 
coyly, from that really peculiar vantage point. 

Sally Ann began giggling, watching the playful antics of her hero "The 
Fount" and-growing anxious to get on with it, to really see his flesh from 
the front, like it should be viewed. "Okay," she said, "you've got a 
beautiful ass, so now show me the rest of it, all right?" 

"Well, if I have to," Hank said, slowly turning around toward Sally Ann, but 
he kept both of his hands, wide spread, before his genitalia, trying to hide 
his cock and his balls from the sweet young child. It was an impossible 
task, of course, because his erected cock was much too large for his hands 
to hide. The purplish head of it, filled with hot lusty blood, stuck out 
beyond Hank's hands as did his hairy ballsac, filled with his painfully 
nagging, cum-filled balls. 

Then, grinning broadly, Hank swung right into his loose-hipped, crotch 
forward stance so famous as "The Fount." He finger snapped at Sally Ann and 
said, "Hey, hey, hey!" His cock and his balls, beautiful all, were clearly 
open to Sally Ann's inspection, to her admiration and minute examination. 

"Oh, my goodness," she said, her eyes cruising up and down the length of 
Hank's hard cock and circling around the heavy sponge-like ovoids of his 
swollen balls. "Your ... your cock is so huge, Hank. I think I want to ... 
to ... taste it. To taste it and____" Sally Ann moved quickly forward, 
opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. She slicked it along the 
underside of Hanks's cockhead right up to his cock lips, cleaning away the 
glistening, pearl-like drop of his pre-cum juice. She swirled his cock 
flavor around on her tongue, savoring it, tasting his fuck flesh directly 
and letting his deliciousness roll around her palate and trickle down her 
throat. 

"Oh, your pecker tastes good," she said. "I think I'm going to suck on it a 
while." She reached out and grabbed Hank's cock shaft and cupped his balls 
at the same time, kneading into them. 

Hank resisted and put his hand in front of her mouth, keeping her off of his 
cockhead. "No," he said, sharply. "I've had my cock sucked, thank you. I 
think I'd much rather eat your pretty Little blonde cunt. I'd like to hold 
your pussy lips apart and lick your clit and your labia and poke my tongue 
right into your vulva." 

"OOOHHHhhh," Sally Ann said, shuddering in delight, "you sound just like 
Belta Appljug. I think she was going to ... to kiss my ... my pussy, like 
you said, only some awful man came banging on the door so I had to leave in 
a hurry. No one ever ... kissed it for me. Not even once." 

"Do you mean your sweet little pussy's never been eaten out?" Hank asked, 
incredulous, failing to realize that, at sixteen years of age, "Sally Ann 
Kingston still had a lot of fucking to do before she could expect to move 
into the big leagues. 

"Oh no, not even once," she repeated, falling back on the couch and closing 
her eyes, letting her legs fall slackly aside, limp, open, waiting, 
inviting. The drooling honey dew of her pussy fluids seeped slowly through 
her puffy little pussy lips, making them unfold slightly and wait, wanting 
to be eaten alive. 

"Jesus, a real virgin," Hank said, moving onto the floor between Sally Ann's 
sweet little feet, looking right into her fine little twat and admiring the 
untouched folds of it, knowing that his would be the first ever tongue to 
penetrate that passionate portal. As she spread her legs wider, Hank touched 
her thighs from both sides, moving his hands in close to her pussy and 
feeling the delicate blonde hairs of it tickle against his fingers. 

Her touch was feverish and she seemed to shudder with joy when he touched 
her thigh. Her cunt actually jumped beneath his hand as his fingers made 
contact with her precious pink pussy lips. He tugged at them, gently forcing 
her cuntal mouth to open, pulling the lips wide so he could see right inside 
of her. There was the tiny nubbin of her clitoris, a darker pink than the 
rest of her fuck flesh, sticking up from its protective folds, already 
engorged with blood like a tiny little cock and ready to be pleasured, 
giving the child countless orgasms. 

Hank could see the delicate inner lips of her pussy, the labia, in shades of 
hotter pink, opening up into the vulva where all paradise awaited any man's 
cockhead fortunately enough to penetrate that portal with it. Her honey dew 
was flowing, leaving little traces of white moisture lining the unfolding 
petals of her cuntal flower. He breathed deeply, pulling huge gobs of her 
heady pussy smell right into his nostrils and savoring it almost to the 
point of tasting it, it was just that strong with the young girl's sexual 
excitement of having her first man looking right into her cunt, preparing 
himself to eat it out royally. He stuck out his tongue and let it slice 
through the length of her pussy lips once, lapping up her flavor and 
swallowing it right down, savoring her fine young virginal taste. 

Hank played with her clitoris then, tonguing it wildly from side to side and 
then up and down, laving it until he was sure the sweet child was having one 
cum after another, judging from the way she squirmed around. Her buttocks 
were wiggling frantically and nudging forward, toward the edge of the couch, 
trying to get closer to Hank's cunt-licking mouth. The inner lips of her 
pussy spasmed closed and open, closed and open, against Hank's tongue as he 
stuck it down inside of her fuck hole, checking to make sure she was 
actually orgasming and not faking it. 

When he was sure the sweet virginal child had finished that part of her 
orgasm, he ground his mouth hotly into her cunt and smoothed his face around 
in it, starting her off on yet another healthy cum. At the same time, Hank 
reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock, checking it for rigidity 
and slickness, finding that Sally Ann's brief oral attentions had left it 
slick and smooth. He smeared his pre-cum around his cockhead, further 
slicking it up and getting it ready for the big thrill he had in store for 
the innocent young girl. 

Still sucking her cunt furiously, Hank slowly-edged to his feet, taking an 
awkward stance between the girl's legs and holding his cock firmly upright 
in his hands. Then, before Sally Ann even knew what had hit her, Hank moved 
quickly upward. He slicked his tongue through her pussy again, laving over 
her clitoris, as he hunched forward, pointing his cock right between her 
honey-dew filled pussy lips. The whole head of it slipped right between her 
inner lips, digging into the hot pulsating flesh of her labia and stretching 
her pussy lips wide, straining, hunching forward, trying to force the 
remaining bulk of his wide flaring coronal ridge inside the sweet child's 
nearly virginal pussy. 

Hank watched, fascinated. His cock had never looked larger to him, and no 
cunt had ever looked smaller. He couldn't believe the way her delicate 
little cunt flesh seemed to stretch to make way for all his huge oversexed 
cockhead. But it did, slowly unfolding and opening up around Hank's cock, 
sucking it inside. He watched his whole cockhead disappear inside her cunt 
as her labia, audibly, snapped shut behind it, trapping his dick inside her 
pussy. He let it rest then, remaining still, listening to Sally Ann purr and 
hum, lost in her own sexual fantasy, while his cock soaked in her juices and 
her cunt, slowly, adjusted to the bulk of the intruder that was penetrating 
her innocent, almost virginal fuck flesh. 

"Oh, now," she said, finally. "I want to feel more of it, Hank. NOW. PUT 
MORE OF YOUR COCK INTO MY PUSSY. LET ME FEEL THE REST OF IT INSIDE ME. HURRY 
... GIVE IT TO ME, HANK. PUSH YOUR DICK INTO ME SOME MORE ... PLEASE...." 
Grunting, finding it amazingly difficult to do, considering, Hank pushed his 
hips forward, keeping his eyes tightly against the shaft of his cock where 
it was penetrating her tiny little flesh. It was incredible, but he could 
feel it slowly edging up into her cuntal canal, the head of his cock, 
pushing aside her sweet little virginal walls and making way for itself. His 
cock stuffed her cunt and made her belly feel filled to overflowing, and 
still there was much of it outside, yet to enter her feverish fuck hole. 

He pushed more, and another half an inch of hot hard mancock eased up inside 
the tiny little girl's pussy. Again, another half of an inch. Already the 
head of his cock was snugly against her little cervix, grinding against the 
delicate membranes, pushing it aside gently and angling on, further inside, 
savoring the soft buttery depths of her cuntal mouth. 

He got in another inch of his overly wide cock shaft and paused, breathing 
deeply, feeling Sally Ann's cunt slowly relaxing around his cock and 
actually welcoming it as it soaked in her pussy dew, taking on her 
characteristic aroma that also wafted up into his nostrils, further 
inflaming his desires. With a mighty groan and a loud farting grunt, Hank 
heaved forward again, deliberately ramming the rest of his cock tightly up 
inside Sally Ann's incredibly stretched cunny. His balls slapped loudly and 
sharply against the sweet little girl's upturned asshole, the hairs of his 
ballsac tickling her anal sphincter and signaling the start of another 
orgasm. Her clit was crushed painfully against his pelvic bone and his pubic 
hair was digging into it, pleasuring her, causing her cunt to snap tight 
with her orgasm that ringed his fat juice-soaking cock with bands of fire, 
telling him right away that this fuck box, the tightest one and the hottest 
one he had, ever managed to squeeze his thumping cock into was much too hot 
to fool around with. 

For Hank, it was fuck then or not at all. Or at least, not until after his 
orgasm, because there was no way he could delay that ultimate thrill, so 
tight, so demanding was Sally Ann's little blonde girl cunt. 

Sobbing out his joy, listening to the child in his arms hum and vibrate 
through one orgasm after another, Hank began long-dicking Sally Ann. He 
pulled his fat hard cock almost all the way out, his wide-flaring coronal 
ridge again and again stretching the sweet mouth of her pussy and tearing at 
the lips of it, then he would ram it all the way back in again. He would 
pull his cock all the way out of her fluttering cunt then shove it all the 
way back in again. The strongly virile noises he was making, like a ran-away 
suction pump inside a well, plunging in and out, up and down, filled the 
whole room with wet, slurping, cock-in-cunt sounds. He whipped up her strong 
scent until it hung over them like a cloud of pussy smell, their mingling 
fuck scents, setting him off like a Roman candle on the Fourth of July. 

With his cock rammed full length inside Sally Ann's impossibly tight fuck 
hole, he paused, holding still, straining, feeling his cockhead expand 
enormously, stretching her poor little flesh incredibly tight while his cum 
gathered up just behind his piss hole, the strong virile flow of his semen 
rushing up the full length of his cock shaft from his over-filled, heavy 
balls. 

"Now, baby," he said, "NOW! I'M GOING TO CUM NOW! I CANT HOLD BACK ANY 
LONGER. HERE! FEEL IT! GODDAMN, I'M GOING TO CUM A GALLON RIGHT INTO YOUR 
TIGHT LITTLE SNATCH. FEEL MY COCKHEAD EXPAND, BABY. IT'S JUST FOR YOU. MY 
CUM'S JUST FOR YOU. FEEL THIS! AND THIS ONE! CHRIST, MY COCK'S BLOWING UP IN 
YOUR PUSSY, FILLING YOU WITH MY CUM. MY CCCUUUMMM!!! CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!! 
I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!" Sally Ann could not do anything but moan, feeling 
Hank's huge cock erupting inside her cunt, shooting his strongly virile 
semen hard against her cervix like bullets of liquid lava. It set her off 
into another orgasm all her own and her cunt snapped tight around his cock, 
milking it, squeezing out the final droplets of his hot sticky cum while he 
shuddered, clinging tightly to her, close, finally falling down atop her on 
the big overstuffed couch, his legs loosely out across the carpet and his 
cock fully buried in Sally Ann Kingston's cum-filled cunt. 

After they soaked there for a while, resting, getting their strength back, 
Sally Ann began to feel cramped, twisted around on the couch with Hank's 
weight on her, keeping his shrinking cock fully stuck into her cum-drooling 
cunt She pushed at him and he moved back, allowing the child to stand up and 
stretch, before rushing to the bathroom to drain out some of his copious cum 
that was mingling with her pussy honeydew. Hank used his discarded shorts to 
clean the cum off of his cock and his balls, waiting for her to finish in 
the bathroom. He dabbed at a large spot of cum that was collecting on the 
couch cushion but couldn't make any headway with it, so he turned the 
cushion over, hiding the stain. He had his pants on when she came out of the 
bathroom and picked up her dress, lowering it over her head. 

"That was just wonderful, Hank," Sally Ann said. "And I don't care if you 
vote for me or not. I didn't ball you in exchange for your vote, you know. I 
balled you because I wanted to." 

"I know, Sally Ann," Hank said, kissing her tenderly and stuffing his shirt 
back inside his pants. "And I really wanted to ball you, too." 

"You really taste like my pussy, lover," Sally Ann said, savoring her flavor 
on his mouth and his tongue. She pulled his shirt back out of his pants and 
started unbuttoning it again. "You really should take a shower, and I've got 
to get back to my room. It's almost time for me to start dressing for the 
telecast." 

"Sure, baby, whatever you say," Hank said, opening his pants and letting 
them fall to the floor. He was wearing nothing beneath them this time and 
his cock, still tumescent and rubbed very red from fucking her tight little 
twat, swung free between his legs. 

Quickly, impulsively, Sally Ann fell to her knees and sucked his cockhead 
into her mouth, nursing at the overly sensitive flesh there and making him 
squirm from the pain she was causing him. She stood up quickly and kissed 
him again on the mouth, this time transmitting to him the taste of his cock, 
the heady flavor of his cum that she had stuck inside his mouth as a parting 
gesture. 

""bye, baby," she said, "I'll see you on television." And Sally Ann opened 
the door and slipped quickly out into the hallway. Frowning, amazed that 
some fucks can be so genuinely great when others just seem to fizzle out, 
Hank hurried into the bathroom and stood under the shower. Suddenly, he, too 
realized he was running out of time and had to start thinking about getting 
ready for the evening's television show when the Kidcunt of the year would 
be selected before a nationwide audience. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

When Dorothy DelVecchio left the elevator at Hank's floor, she was surprised 
to see Sally Ann Kingston waiting to take it. They spoke politely in passing 
and Dorothy hurried on to Hank's door, finding it slightly open. Cautiously 
she pushed against the door and peered around it into Hank Blinker's room. 
She could not see anything but she heard the shower running in the bathroom. 

Dorothy tiptoed on into Hank's room, glancing at the bed and remembering the 
wild silent fuck session she had had with "The Fount" and wondering if the 
bed was still as messy, as cum-streaked, as they had left it. The door of 
the bathroom was standing open and Dorothy could see Blinker, standing in 
the shower, through the hazy frosted glass door. He was naked, of course, 
and his outline vague and indistinct, yet Dorothy imagined she could see his 
broad shoulders and his rippling biceps. His trim little waist and wild bush 
of brown pubic hairs. And his incredible cock, that potent plunger, and his 
two big heavy hanging balls, now covered with billows of foamy soap. 

Sudden inspiration struck Dorothy, even though she knew she was pressed for 
time, and had to figure out who it was Daddy's goons had kidnapped and 
dragged upstairs to their room, all wrapped up inside a hotel bedspread. 

Dorothy had been shocked, to say the least, and surprised, to find Sally Ann 
Kingston calmly walking down the hotel corridor, apparently enroute to 
prepare for the television broadcast. It was obviously not Sally Ann who had 
been spirited away under wraps. Still, Dorothy, of her certain knowledge, 
knew that one of the perfect young Kidcunt contestants was, at that very 
moment, helplessly restrained inside Jessie and James' room. 

Still, Dorothy's sudden inspiration to take more time when none existed was 
so heavy in her mind that she could not deny it. Quickly, wanting to finish 
before Hank Blinker had time to complete his bath, Dorothy stripped 
completely naked and went into the bathroom just as Hank turned off the 
water and reached out through the door, fumbling for his towel. 

Dorothy had his towel spread wide in her arms and she quickly stepped in, 
wrapping Hank's middle with it and playfully scooping up his cock and his 
balls, pretending to be drying them but in reality only caressing them, 
stroking them, feeling his genitalia up good. 

"Oh!" Hank said in sudden surprise, blinking to clear a faint soap film from 
his eyes. "Oh, it's you, Dorothy. You scared the shit out of me. Say, 
what're you doing in here anyway? I thought I was alone ... " 

"Just the way I wanted to find you, Hank," Dorothy said, falling to her 
knees on the bathroom floor and wrapping his ass in the towel, pulling him 
tight in against her face with it, crushing his limps, frictioned red and 
raw cock right against her cheeks, his heavy ballsac pouching out beneath 
her chin and the hairs of it tickling her delicate little neck. 

"Oh, Hank, your cock's so big and red looking, and swollen. I bet it misses 
Dorothy and her mouth. Hmmmmm!" Dorothy said, opening her mouth wide and 
sucking in the whole head of Hank Blinker's fucked raw cock, nursing on it 
furiously and driving him out of his mind because it hurt. Really hurt. His 
cockhead was much too sensitive, especially right after fucking Sally Ann 
Kingston, to put it inside anything, much less Dorothy's talented, voracious 
mouth. Each time her wicked tongue swirled around his cockhead, Hank felt so 
weak in his knees that he wanted to pass out. 

Struggling valiantly with his emotions and his physical limitations, Hank 
grabbed Dorothy beneath her armpits and jerked her up off of his cockhead. 
His cock, which had begun swelling up long again inside her mouth, flopped 
hard down and slapped against his thigh, leaving a broad wet print there of 
Dorothy's spittle, transferred from his raw red cockhead. "Sorry, baby," 
Hank said, "I'm running out of time. I'm due downstairs before the cameras 
in just a few minutes." 

"Oh, Hank, please," Dorothy said. "There must be time for one quick fuck. 
Just one, please. All you have to do is slip your sweet cock right here 
inside my cunt. It's already hot and slick and waiting for you. As I stood 
outside your shower, watching you take a bath, I got so hot for your body, 
man, I just couldn't stand it." 

"Shit, woman," Hank said. "I swear it's getting so every woman I meet only 
wants to fuck, and right then and there. I'm not made of steel, my cock 
isn't. It's flesh and blood, and it needs a vacation now and then." 

"Oh, but, Hank," Dorothy said, grabbing his cock again and squeezing it 
tight, making it throb and stretch out, the erecting of it only that much 
more painful to Hank, "I promise, I'll be gentle. You'll like it, really. 
Please." 

Damnit Dorothy, Hank said, "sometimes I think you have no shame in your 
bones. You beautiful bitch." He grabbed her up in his arms and, carrying 
her, ran for the bed, dropping her onto it and falling right on top of her. 
As her legs spread wide and lifted up around his shoulders, he butted his 
hips forward and the head of his cock, painfully erect, sliced cleanly 
through Dorothy's wide open pussy mouth and fell heavily across her 
clitoris, starting her orgasm even before Hank had penetrated her pussy. He 
pulled his cock back slightly, moving by feeling alone, not even touching 
his dick, and nudged forward again, slicing right inside Dorothy's 
feverishly hot fuck hole. With his cock inside her, he could tell that she 
was cumming already. 

The walls of her cunt snapped tightly around his cockhead and began milking 
along the length of his shaft, trying to pull his cum out right away, to 
match the hot flood of her spontaneous orgasm. 

His cock, his balls, couldn't stand much more of the round-the-clock 
continuous fucking. Still, Hank put on a good show for Dorothy, despite the 
agonized raw condition of his genitalia. He began long-dicking her, pulling 
his cock almost all the way out and looking down, watching the broad flare 
of his coronal ridge stretch her inner pussy lips very wide, around the 
oversize width of his broad cockhead. Then, with the rim of his cockhead 
stretching her lips wide, Hank drove all of it back down into her again, 
banging his cockhead painfully hard against her cervix and making his 
ballsac slap loudly against her upturned asshole. Again and again Hank 
drilled Dorothy's pussy, making her wildly provocative cunt smell churn up 
furiously around them. 

He kissed her then, surrounding her mouth with his and running his tongue in 
and out of her mouth to match the pace, the fucking rhythm, of his cock 
slipping, sliding, making loud squishing noises in and out of her cunt. He 
grabbed her buttocks in his hands at the same time and lifted her ass up off 
of the mattress, changing the angle of his penetration and then he really 
began slamming his dick to her. The loud slapping noises sounded like a 
ratta-tat-tat as his balls banged her asshole and his piston-like prick 
slushed noisily through her honey-dew filled vagina. 

To his complete amazement, Hank discovered he was about to cum again. He 
thought that, at best, he would have to fake an orgasm with Dorothy, amazed 
as he was at having an erection. Still, his semen rushed upward through his 
long hard cock shaft and forced his cock lips wide open. Hank groaned and 
rammed his cock full length hard inside Dorothy's spasming, muscle-rippling 
cunny, banging the head of it against her cervix again. "Christ, I'm going 
to cum, baby," he said. "Sorry I can't make it last any longer. Shit! Here 
it comes. Get ready for my CUM! NOW! AND AGAIN!!! FEEL MY COCK SPIT HOT JISM 
INTO YOUR SWEET PUSSY, BABY! NOW!!! AND AGAIN!!! THIS ONE!!! AND THIS 
SPLURT! I'M CUMING SO MUCH ... I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. MORE! AND MORE!!! MY 
COCK'S KILLING ME, IT FEELS SO FUCKIN' GOOD! CCCUUUMMM!!! 
CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!! CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!" 

Giggling, holding onto his back possessively, claiming him as only her man, 
Dorothy writhed through her own orgasm, feeling Hank's cockhead erupting 
again and again, squirting her cunt full of his heavy masculine semen. 
NNNUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she said, "NNNUUUNNNGGGHHHhhh!!! NNNUUUNNNGGGHHH!!!" 

And they fell apart on the bed, rolling to the side, Hank's cock pulling 
abruptly out of Dorothy's cunt still, gently, drooling cum. The heavy white 
streak of it jetted weakly across her pubic hair and glistened in bright 
potent drops of fresh hot cum. 

"Wow, woman," Hank said. "I told you there wasn't time to fuck, yet you 
raped me anyway. I'll have to go downstairs stinking like fuck and all 
sweaty." 

"Say, Hank," Dorothy said, smearing his cum across her belly, "I meant to 
mention it, but when you kissed me you sure tasted like pussy. What's been 
happening, baby?" 

"Well, if I taste like pussy, it's your pussy, Dorothy," Hank said, 
remembering the frantic bout they had had earlier on the very same bed. "But 
back into the shower. Quick!" Giggling, forgetting about tasting Sally Ann 
Kingston's cunt on Hank's mouth, his lips and his tongue, Dorothy joined him 
in the shower and they rushed through a quick douche, trying to wash away 
the heavier traces of their sex action smells. 

"Hank," Dorothy said, suddenly remembering the reason for her clandestine 
meeting with Blinker in the first place, "I almost forgot, and it's very 
important, too. I need your help desperately." 

"What is it, Dorothy?" he asked, finishing rinsing off the soap from his 
face and his crotch, the two pussy-stinkingest areas of his body, especially 
his cock and his thoroughly fucked-out ballsac. "You know I'll do what I can 
to help you, always." 

"Well," she began, "I saw Jessie and James, you know, Daddy Clark's hired 
goons, kidnap one of the Kidcunts. They were supposed to snatch little Sally 
Ann Kingston, but I just ran into her out in the hallway." 

Hank gulped loudly and tried to hide his blush with the towel. 

Dorothy moved right up against him and grabbed a second big heavy bath towel 
off the rack and began drying herself. "At any rate," she continued, "they 
did get one of the girls, because I saw them with her, all wrapped up in a 
bedspread. They locked her up inside their room upstairs. We just have to 
free that sweet little kid, Hank, before the television show begins." 

"Oh," Hank said, grabbing his clothes and dressing hurriedly, glancing at 
the clock to gauge how much time was left before air time. "What can we do, 
Dorothy?" 

"We can divert Jessie and James somehow, send them away from the hotel, 
or...." she began. "Yeah," Hank said, "that should do it." He rushed across 
the room and grabbed the phone, dialing Jessie's room number and Jessie 
picked it up right away. He sounded a little breathless and weak, as if he 
had been running for hours, or fucking. 

"Yeah ... puff, puff," Jessie said. Hank, using his very best authoritarian 
southern accent, became Daddy Clark. "Jessie," he boomed into the phone, 
"it's me, the boss. I'm in my plane and just about to land at Los Angeles 
International Airport. 

I decided to come in and watch my baby become pageant queen. Now listen up, 
you hear ... I want you and James both to rush right out to the airport and 
wait for my plane to land and take me to the hotel. You got that clear? Both 
of you?" 

"Uh, yeah ... puff, puff ... boss," Jessie said, unknown to Hank, Jessie was 
at that very minute fucking Vickie Williams. It was his second fuck and 
James' third, and, just then, Jessie's fat stubby hoodlum cock was exploding 
deep inside Vickie's well-fucked cunt, shooting her full of gangster jism. 
"Cuming right away, boss ... CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG right now, boss. Puff, puff. 
We'll meet your plane. AAAHHHhhh!!!" 

And the line went dead in Hank's hand. He turned back to Dorothy, a confused 
expression on his face, remembering the unquestionable fucking sounds he had 
heard from Jessie. He shrugged away and said, "Okay, Dottie, they're leaving 
the hotel right away. I've got to get on the judges stand in ... just ten 
minutes. You'll have to get the girl out of the room by yourself. Can you 
handle it?" 

"No problem, Hank," Dorothy said, rushing with him out into the hallway. 
They split at the elevators. Hank went downstairs to the main ballroom and 
Dorothy went upstairs to Jessie's room. 

As her elevator doors opened at Jessie's floor and Dorothy stepped out of 
it, both Jessie and James, in a heavy cloud of cunt smells, rushed past her 
and into it, frantically pushing the down button as the doors closed, 
cutting them off from Dorothy's view. 

Alone in the hotel corridor, Dorothy wondered how to handle getting into 
Jessie's room, then she saw the maid walking toward her, a heavy ring of 
keys jingling at her side. "Oh, Miss," Dorothy said, purring sweetly, 
standing right in front of Jessie's door and fumbling with the knob. "I just 
locked myself out of my room accidentally and I left all my money inside, I 
wonder if I could prevail upon you to ... " 

"Why of course," the uniformed maid said, taking her master key to Jessie's 
door. "Glad to help." 

"Oh, thank you very much," Dorothy said, quickly slipping through the open 
door and closing it behind her back, shutting out the maid. Looking around 
the big hotel room, Dorothy found the bundled up mass on the bed. The girl 
had been hastily tied down with loose cords that wouldn't hurt her and 
covered over with the same bedspread that had originally wrapped her. 
Dorothy tugged with the bedspread and finally managed to unhook it from 
beneath the girl and pull it back, revealing the lustful redhead Vickie 
Williams, with a gag in her mouth. 

Vickie thrashed and moaned, trying to talk through the washcloth across her 
lips. Dorothy tugged at the knot and freed the rag, moving on to the girl's 
wrists and her ankles. "Oh, God," Vickie said, "I thought I'd suffocate 
under that spread the way those lousy fuckers left me. And they were lousy 
fuckers, too, both of them. Couldn't hardly even keep a hard-on after going 
to all the trouble to snatch me just for a little balling. I'd've done it 
gladly, if they'd asked. They didn't have to kidnap me." 

"Hush now, Vickie," Dorothy said. "We don't have any time for talking and, 
Jesus Christ, do you stink...." Then Dorothy noticed the sweet young girl 
from New Mexico was completely naked and streaked all over with cum. Her 
little girl pussy lips were puffy and much fucked and she smelled like a 
third class Paris whorehouse. 

"Jesus, kid," Dorothy said, "you're due onstage already. You can't go down 
there smelling like pussy and man cum. You have to take a quick shower. Run, 
now. Do it in Jessie's bathroom." Dorothy hit Vickie across her ass and 
rushed her into the shower, standing at the open door and directing the 
superficial bath, helping Vickie keep her long red hair dry in the process. 
Dorothy toweled her clean when she stepped out of the shower then wrapped 
another towel around her middle, literally dragging her out into the hallway 
and the elevator. 

In Vickie's room they found her gown, the one she was to wear for the 
telecast, hanging, waiting for her. In only minutes both of them had the 
girl dressed and a hint of make-up on her face. A quick run through of her 
red hair with a comb and they rushed out into the hall again, waiting for 
the elevator. 

At the main floor of the Bonaventure, where the telecast was taking place, 
they found the corridors a little packed with people but, since they were 
already late, they cast courtesy aside and both girls elbowed their way 
through the gawking spectators to the stage door. Then Dorothy brazenly 
dragged Vickie right to the wings of the stage where the telecast was 
already in progress, the opening credits rolling while the cameras made a 
slow pan shot across the three-tiered rows of Kidcunt contestants, all 
perfect and all queens. Dorothy pushed Vickie right out onto the stage, 
whispering for her to quickly find her spot and stand there, pretending that 
nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all. 

And The Miss Teenage Country Beauty Pageant, on prime-time, over the whole 
TV network, proceeded on schedule. They went through all the silly little 
elimination processes wherein each girl did her brief but special thing. For 
a minute Dorothy was afraid that Vickie would have her thing a live, 
on-stage fuck, but she only sang instead, and then the next girl took over. 
So it went, until the show was almost over and the panel of judges, Sol, 
Belta, and Hank, handed their notes to the Master of Ceremonies, Duke 
Meadows. 

Duke dominated the microphone at stage center, standing before the special 
platform constructed for the three top winners. Clearing his throat, Duke 
began the long awaited announcement. "And the winners are," Duke said, "in 
third place, Vickie Williams." There was a round of applause and Duke 
continued as Vickie moved onto the special platform to the third-place 
position. "And in second place, Sally Ann Kingston." Sally Ann, walking 
through the applause, mounted the winner's platform, and Duke continued, 
"And the Queen of the Miss Teenage Country Beauty Pageant is...." Duke 
paused for dramatic effect, Miss Maebelle Clark!" 

To tumultuous applause, Maebelle mounted the stage center, kissing Duke and 
accepting a large bouquet of roses from him before he put the crown on her 
head. Maebelle climbed onto the winner's throne and posed for photographs as 
the closing credits began rolling, superimposed over her face, and the 
television show came to an end. 

At the judges stand, huddled in serious conversation, the three judges all 
agreed that they had voted for Maebelle despite her Daddy's interference and 
not because of it. In fact, he had almost cost her the crown that was 
rightfully hers. Then Sol said, "Yeah, but I tell you, the real Kidcunt of 
the whole affair is that little Sally Ann Kingston. What a fine little filly 
she is." 

"I know what you mean, Sol," Hank said. "A real fine fuck. OH! Excuse me, Ms 
Appljug, I didn't mean.... 

"That's all right, Fountie," she said. "I agree, Sally Ann is clearly the 
snatch of the year...." The judges laughed and, thronged by press 
photographers who were going wild now that the telecast had finished, began 
answering questions put to them by various reporters. Dorothy, who thought 
she had as much of the Kidcunt contest as she could handle, certainly more 
than she would ever need, on tape, to write her long article for Rolling 
Stoned, moved toward Duke Meadows who was, if anything, in the center of the 
hurricane. When she reached him, Dorothy tugged on his coat sleeve to get 
his attention. "Gee, Mr. Meadows," she said, "I want to thank you for all 
your help. I just know I'll have a great article out of this." 

"Oh, that's all right, Miss ... uh, Miss," he stumbled for her name. 

"Dorothy," she said, smiling at his confusion. "Yeah, Miss Dorothy," Duke 
said. "It is I who should thank you for all the good publicity you'll be 
giving next year's pageant." And he paled at the thought, realizing he had 
one whole year before the whole merry-go-round began again, with little or 
no chance for him grabbing off the brass ring. 

Laughing, Dorothy patted him reassuringly on his shoulder. "I'm going to 
leave now, Duke," she said. "Good luck____" 

"You will be gentle with me," he said, watching her push her way back into 
the swirling crowd, "please "I promise, Duke," Dorothy said, laughing out 
loud. "I promise!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Backstairs in her little room in the hotel, Dorothy was deliriously happy. 
Not only had she managed to endure the whole ordeal, but she had some really 
interesting notes and tape recordings to use for her story. But the best 
thing of all, of course, was that she was finally free to pack her things 
and go home, back to Sherman Oaks and the quiet secluded retreat where she 
lived with her own Lollycock. 

Lollycock! Just the thought of him and his big juicy cock set her groin to 
thumping and her pussy juices to begin warming up in expectation of a grand 
cock-in-cunt reunion. 

He'll be home later tonight, she thought. He might even be there before me. 
I better hurry up. Dorothy gathered up all the things she had scattered 
around the hotel room and began shoving them into her bag. When she thought 
she had everything packed, she made a final run-through of the room, but 
could find nothing she had left out. 

After all, it has been a work trip, not a pleasure weekend. Except for the 
two frantic fucks she had managed to share with Hank Blinker, it had been 
all work for Dorothy DelVecchio. At last, she was ready to leave the hotel. 
And, struggling, she found she could carry her own bag herself and wouldn't 
have to wait for a bellboy to come upstairs and get it for her. Turning out 
the lights, Dorothy left her hotel room for the final time and, lugging all 
her own gear, she waited for the elevator to take her to the lobby. 

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a bellboy grabbed her bags and her 
tape recorder, helping her to the cashier. As Dorothy checked out and paid 
her bill, she asked to have her car brought around to the door and, 
miraculously, it was waiting at the curb for her when she left the hotel. 
The bellboy put her bags in the seat. Dorothy was in too much of a hurry to 
check on her Lollycock to delay long enough to open the trunk. She handed 
the boy a bill, completely forgetting to add it to her expense account and 
started her engine, pulling away from the glittering facade of the hotel and 
heading toward Sherman Oaks just slightly exceeding the speed limit. All the 
way across Los Angeles, humming along on the freeway, Dorothy kept thinking 
about really letting down. About taking a long leisurely bath then cuddling 
up in a warm bed with her Lollycock. And about spoon-fashion cuddling where 
she could grind her buttocks against his crotch and feel the heavy throbbing 
cock of his, all hair surrounded, tight against her ass. 

She wanted everything to be perfect for their homecoming. It felt like she 
had been away from Sherman Oaks and the closeness the two of them shared 
there forever, not just two days. It had been years since she had held him, 
naked and cock hard, in her arms, not just hours. Her cunt was juicing just 
thinking about being close to him again. The honey dew formed and rolled 
around inside her pussy then trickled slowly across the lips of it, lining 
it with a faint streak of whitish moisture. 

Dorothy squirmed around on the car seat, looking for a more comfortable 
position, but there was none. The only position that would ease the itch 
that bothered her would be with her cunt stretched tight around his cock, 
buried to the hairy hilt up inside her spasming, orgasming vagina. She 
touched her damp panties with her fingers, checking the moisture at her 
crotch piece. Sometimes it was almost embarrassing, she thought, the way she 
seemed to cream her panties, just from thinking about what a handsome hunky 
love maker he was, and how thoroughly he kept her and her pretty pussy 
satisfied. She allowed her fingers to slide up and down the crack of her 
cunt, from outside her panties, moving her legs apart to make room for the 
autoerotic caress. 

She shuddered and shook, her pussy spasming in delight and her foot jamming 
down on the accelerator, causing the car to dart rapidly forward on the 
fast-bound freeway lane. Dorothy forced herself to ease back a bit on the 
speed and increase the pace a bit on the cunt rubbing at the same time. She 
squirmed forward until there was enough room between her leg hole and her 
thigh for her long fingers to reach through, touching the naked flesh of her 
pouting, open lipped cuntal mouth. Her finger could just reach her clitoris, 
where it stood up beyond the inner lips, and she rubbed it gently, spreading 
the copious honey dew all around her love button. 

It felt magnificent to Dorothy, her fingers idly strumming her clittie as 
she grooved down the Los Angeles freeway, Lollycock bound. Her cunt spasmed 
almost continuously with a low-level orgasm that could only swing into high 
gear with his cock fully inserted, jamming tight into her cunt and making 
her belly feel all stuffed and bloated with man flesh. Her man flesh ... his 
cock, heavy and full erect and as hard as a steel bar, all wrapped up in 
softest velvet and brought to the boiling point. 

At last she saw the turn off to the exit ramp for Sherman Oaks and she eased 
over to the far right lane, heading home. Almost reluctantly she deserted 
her clitoris, leaving it hot and swollen and thumping with pleasure as her 
cuntal canal rippled through another idle, pleasant orgasm. Dorothy wanted 
to have both hands on the wheel for the exit and the drive through the city 
streets. As she came to the stop sign and halted, looking both ways before 
entering the street, she brought her fingers to her face and smelled of her 
pussy. The heady honey dew of her drooling cunt coated her fingers 
completely with a thin sticky film. She knew, the aroma would cling to them 
for hours, maybe even days, if she didn't scrub them good, but she liked her 
smell, the odor of her cunt. She dragged it deeply into her nostrils and 
savored her own scent, remembering that she loved it best of all clinging to 
her Lollycock and permeating his balls. 

The taste of her cunt, off of his cock, was the sweetest honey in the world 
to Dorothy. She could suck on his cock for hours, it seemed, after they 
fucked, cleaning all of her smell, her flavor, off of his incredibly 
delicious sex flesh. 

Her street was just ahead. Even though her fingers had been out of her cunt, 
away from her clit, for minutes already, her pussy still fluttered with an 
unconscious orgasm, just from being so near her house ... the house where 
she balled her Lollycock. She speeded up and made the left hand turn almost 
without looking. Just three more blocks and she would be home free, hiding 
in the seclusion where she and her lover could be just plain folks. Where 
the neighbors treated them like ordinary people, not like someone very 
special. Dorothy pulled into the driveway and parked near the side door, 
struggling with her bags and tape recorder, trying to take them all at once. 
She opened the door and rushed inside, dropping her suitcase on the kitchen 
floor. 

"Hello," she called gaily, and paused, waiting, listening. There was no 
response. She thought, I beat him home after all. But then she brightened 
up, because that meant there was still time for her to pretty herself up, 
and wash away the grime of the Bonaventure and all the Kidcunts. To say 
nothing of the strongly potent pussy smell of her own she had churned up in 
her excitement of getting back home ... of getting to her private Lollycock 
again. 

Humming to herself, Dorothy turned on lights and checked out the house, 
looking at the mail that had arrived the day before, mostly bills, nothing 
important. She took her suitcase into the bedroom and put her things away, 
tossing some into the dirty clothes hamper. She gathered up all her notes 
and the rapes for her article and lined them up neatly atop her desk. And 
there was nothing left for her to do except get ready to fuck. She wanted to 
be ready to do it the instant he got home. 

Dorothy checked the stash box, making sure there were several hand rolled 
marijuana joints ready to be smoked. It was Oaxacan ... real good stuff too, 
and it always acted as somewhat of an aphrodisiac to Lollycock. He used to 
say, years before when they first started going together, that he felt like 
time stretched out and he could ball for hours when he got really ripped on 
bad-ass weed. Dorothy hoped that this would be one of those nights. 

She went into the bathroom and began running water in the tub, filling it 
with extra hot water and high frothing billows of strawberry scented bubble 
bath. When the tub and the temperature was just right, Dorothy took off her 
clothes and eased down into the water, relaxing, letting it soothe her 
troubled muscles and take away all the tensions, cleaning her and swapping 
the pussy odor for strawberries and making her kissing clean all over. 

Her mind went almost blank, so soothing, so all-encompassing was the caress 
of the water as she laid back, her head against the back of the tub, 
completely surrendering to the effects of the hot bath. 

Dorothy didn't even hear him drive up or park his noisy old car. She didn't 
even hear him come into the kitchen door and walk through the living room to 
the bedroom. She didn't even hear him standing inside the bathroom door, 
looking down at her in the tub with love filled eyes. 

Back in the bedroom, he began taking off all his clothes. He felt like a 
bath too. He also had had a super grueling weekend, filled with frantic 
little trysts and mental and body ripping thrills. He was dirty and grimy 
and pussy smelling all over. He thought some strawberries would do his body 
a world of good too. 

Naked, he padded silently back into the bathroom and stood beside the tub. 
He had one foot in it, beside Dorothy, before she even knew he was there. 

Startled, she looked up through bath-fogged eyes, seeing her fat heavy 
Lollycock swinging right beside her face as he moved over her, easing 
himself down into the oversized tub with her, setting face to face, cock to 
cunt. 

"Hello, baby," he said, reaching out and surrounding her with his arms and 
drawing her breasts tight against his sparsely haired chest. "I'm home." He 
kissed her then, clamping his mouth down over hers and stifling anything she 
might have wanted to say. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and began 
stroking her teeth, the top of her mouth, and her tongue. Her hands, beneath 
the foamy water, eased to her crotch and down over his cock, cupping it 
warmly, invitingly, and caressing his big sponge-like balls, kneading them 
together inside their crinkly-fleshed ballsac. 

He slipped his kiss across her cheek and down onto her neck, nibbling at her 
flesh there and biting her earlobe playfully as she continued massaging his 
cock, feeling it stretch and grow long and heavy beneath the hot strawberry 
bath water, pressing right against the parted lips of her cuntal mouth. In 
almost no time at all, due to the heat of the water and the soothing effects 
of it on his muscles, he forgot all the many times he had already fucked 
that day ... the day before, and his cock became fully hard and throbbing, 
just waiting to be enfolded within the lush cock harbor of her cuntal mouth, 
burrowing relentlessly into the soft buttery depths of it. 

Dorothy knew he was almost ready to penetrate her, and she knew she was 
ready for her Lollycock to slide inside her snatch, pushing her pussy lips 
wide apart around his coronal ridge and stuffing her completely with hot man 
meat. 

His fingers slid into her cunt, finally, stroking her clitoris and checking 
out the texture of her pussy, the slipperiness of it, wanting to know if she 
was ready for his cock to enter her and begin their welcome home fuck. 

"Oh, yes, yes," she said, humming, vibrating, her hips nudging forward as 
she orgasmed in response to his clit manipulations. "God, yes, fuck me, 
baby. Jesus, it's been forever. PUT YOUR SWEET COCK IN ME, LOVE. LET ME FEEL 
IT SLICING INTO MY CUNT AGAIN. OH, FUCK ME! FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMEEEEeee!!!" 

He lifted his hips slightly and squatted, the abrupt movement causing his 
buttocks to spread wide beneath the water and he farted. A long rippling 
flutter cut through the air and dozens of little bubbles fluttered upward 
from his asshole around his ballsac and up through his pubic hair, blending 
his Secret scent with the strawberries that frothed around them both. He 
took his cock by. the base of it and aimed it right at Dorothy's pouty pussy 
lips and scraped it deliberately around on her clitoris, driving her into a 
fury of rippling little orgasms. 

"Oh, God, put it in me," Dorothy said. "Please hurry, PUT YOUR COCK INSIDE 
ME. OH, YES! YES!! FUCK ME! FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMMEEEeee!!!" 

Giggling, impatient to feel his cockhead sliding into her tight hot fuck 
hole, he dipped it down lower and eased the whole broad head of it right in 
between her inner cuntal lips, letting the whole bulbous knob of it soak 
inside her over-heated vaginal cauldron. 

"Oh, yes," Dorothy said, wailing. "GOD, YES. GIVE ME ALL OF IT! I WANT ALL 
OF YOUR BIG COCK INSIDE MY PUSSY. PLEASE. SHOVE IT IN. NOW! OH, SHIT. 
YYYEEESSS! YYYEEESSSsss!!! JUST LIKE THAT. IT'S NEVER BEEN SO LONG AND SO 
HARD. MY CUNT'S STRETCHED A MILE. Oh, Hank, I do love you so." 

"Hey, hey, hey," he said, butting the base of his cock, his pelvic bone, 
tight against her clitoris and grinding into it, igniting her for another 
orgasm. "Did 'The Fount' ever let you down, Dottie?" 

"No, lover, never," she said, writhing against him, scooting her ass around 
on the bottom of the slick porcelain bathtub, trying to take all of his hard 
cock and both of his lusty sponge-like balls right up inside her voracious 
pussy mouth. "Oh, God, how you do fuck me, Hank, my own special Lollycock." 

"Yeah," he said, grinning foolishly, using one of the expressions he 
couldn't dare let slip through on his Crazy Daze television hit series. 
Here, he was just plain Hank Blinker, stud and lover. He didn't have to keep 
the finger snapping up or swing into the loose hipped, crotch forward stance 
of machoism that so characterized his television character. 

Here, for the past three years, he was just Dorothy DelVecchio's Lollycock, 
and he loved her as much as she loved him, and he loved to' have her suck on 
his cock almost as much as she loved to suck it for him. 

Dorothy fumbled around behind him and pulled the plug in the tub, letting 
the water start to drain away from them. At the same time she pulled herself 
up off of his cock, deliberately taking away the fat stuffing pleasure that 
was rippling through her cuntal walls. 

She stood up right over him, pushing her pussy into his face, and grabbed 
the handles of the hot and cold water faucets, holding on for support in the 
watery, slippery bathtub. Hank dived right into her snatch, pulling the lips 
apart with his hands and eating into the sweet strawberry, laving the 
clitoris with his tongue and almost imagining he could taste the flavor of 
his own cock where it had just seconds before been frictioning, tightly 
plunging into her cuntal canal. 

"Oh, Hank," Dorothy said, writhing her cunt against his face, feeling his 
nose pressing against the nubbin of her clitoris, "I love the way you eat my 
cunt out. Oh, yes, it feels so good. I'm cumming already. NUUUGGGHHH! 
NNUUUGGGHHHhhh!!!" 

Hank's mouth, twisted upward beneath Dorothy's crotch, soon began to ache 
from the cramped position he was maintaining. His tongue, too, scooping way 
up inside her cunt and laving her labia and her clitoris in long slurping 
licks, began to ache. He knew he could not hold that position much longer, 
besides, he really wanted to fuck her in the worst way possible, with his 
cock fully inserted inside her tight clasping fuck hole. 

Giving Dorothy's clit one last violent suck, Hank twisted his head out of 
her thighs and, holding her in position against the water faucets, he stood 
up, moving around behind her. As soon as Dorothy sensed what he had in mind, 
she parted her legs as far as she could and forced her cunt backward, up 
tilting it between her legs and between her buttocks. Hank grinned down at 
her, looking into her cunt from the rear. He loved the view ... or any view, 
as long as it had a cunt and a cock and an occasional asshole, and at least 
one of them was his. 

Hank took his cock by the root and snapped it sharply across her buttocks, 
spanking her with his long hard rod. He let it lie briefly inside the crack 
of her ass, the head of it tickling her tiny puckered little anus as if he 
was going to fuck her there, but not this time, he wanted her cunt and 
nothing else could satisfy him. He lowered his position slightly, bending 
his knees, to line the angle of his cock up with her pussy lips then, 
without even pausing, he shoved it forward and sank the whole thing right up 
inside her cunt, fucking her dog style with his cock upside down inside her 
pussy, screwing her at odd different angles, filling her, stuffing her with 
man cock. 

He pistoned in and out of her furiously, finding the strawberry scent of her 
skin turning him on as much as her pussy smell was doing. Some of the water 
was still in the tub and their feet were covered with the last few billows 
of red bubble bath that was rapidly leaving then through the drain. As he 
reamed her cunt out good from the rear, long-dicking her as much as possible 
except for making sure his cock never left her cunt, he listened to the loud 
slushing, plunging, pistoning sound of his cock-in-cunt manipulations. 

He reached around Dorothy's belly and grabbed her breasts in both his hands, 
tweaking her nipples and causing her to have another orgasm snapping tightly 
around his cock and bathing the head of it with super-heated honey dew. 

Hank deserted her right breast and let his right hand slip down to her 
coarse black pussy hair, toying with it just briefly, teasing her. He knew 
it would not be long before his orgasm and he wanted her to have as many 
thrills as possible before he filled her upturned pussy with his hot sticky 
cum. He grabbed her clitoris between his fingers and tugged at it, twisting, 
caressing, his fingers sliding through her pussy lips and along the side of 
his cock shaft, filling her wider, pleasuring her beyond her imagination. 

Groaning, moaning, Dorothy began hip-hunching backward as her big orgasm 
rolled through her groin, her cunt snapping tightly around his cock as if 
she wanted to cut it right off at the base and keep it forever tight inside 
her pussy, the big broad head of it scraping relentlessly against her 
cervix. "Oh, God, God!" she said, wailing through her orgasm. "CCCUUUMMM!!! 
AGAIN!! Oh, shit, MY CUNT FEELS SO GOOD, HANK. I LOVE YOU." And his orgasm 
struck right at that moment, his cock full inserted inside her spasming, 
muscle rippling cunt and the head of it opening up like the flood gates, 
letting the cum flow through said. "ME TOO. MY COCK'S ON FIRE, SPLURTING MY 
CUM. FEEL IT, DOTTIE? FEEL MY COCK FILLING YOUR CUNT WITH CUM?" 

"Oh, God, yes, Hank," she said, "I feel it. Do I ever feel it. YOUR COCK'S 
THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD, WHEN IT'S INSIDE MY CUNT, STUFFING ME, SHOOTING 
ME FULL OF YOUR JISM. I don't ever want it out of me, Hank, promise. Promise 
you'll fuck me forever and ever." 

"I'll try, Dottie," Hank said, finishing his orgasm, the final few splurts 
of his cum jetting weakly into her over-filled, cum-juicy fuck hole. "I'll 
try." 

"That's all I could ever want, lover," she said. "I think it's the perfect 
welcome home gift ... your cock and your balls and your fresh made cum ... 
Hmmm, Hmmm. More! More! More!" 


THE END
