Chapter 2
Jenkins clutched Sally's ripe, throbbing tits in his fingers
and gasped as the girl began to work her fiery cunt with wanton
power. She slid up and down on his massive dick very slowly,
dreamily, ooooh's and aaaah's and mmmmm's crooning in her
throat. She was fantastically tight and slippery and hot,
easing more of his long prick into her slit by gradual degrees,
grinding her sweating ass lewdly on his hairy thighs each time
she eased down.
"Hey, Daddy!" she sobbed. "it's wiiild! Jeez, I love a big
hot prick! Aaaah, yessss, unnnnf!"
Again as Jenkins stared at her smooth, angelic face he
marveled at what a terrific fuck she was at her age. If she was
this passionate and sensuous and eager at her tender age, what
would she be like five years? She reeked with animal sex now,
beads of sweat dotting her golden skin, her hot lush tits
heaving faster, her boiling cunt starting to gush honey in a
flood of rising lust all over his cock.
She was barely a girl but, Christ, did she know how to work
her wild pussy!
Now Sally was gently swinging her hips back and forth so that
his burning cock rubbed mad thrills against her cunt walls, one
hand reaching down behind her to tickle his balls while she
rode his rod. Then the moaning blonde suddenly switched to a
side-to-side motion, gripping more of his dick in her hotly
sucking slit.
And with raw desire, Jenkins was craning his neck down to
suck on one of her satiny tits, his blood pounding and singing
with excitement. His own daughter couldn't possibly be as wild
and wanton a piece of ass as Sally, being a cherry, and in all
truth she wasn't as sexy in an animal way, but Cindy was
lovelier, more delicate, sexy in an almost spiritual way.
Screwing Cindy would be like screwing an angel of love.
But the madly moaning, feverishly panting blonde on his lap
was an angel of pure lust, born to suck and fuck and tease
and excite and thrill. Now Jenkins clutched her ripe ass in
his fingers and deliberately tickled her asshole to see her
response.
Sally went into a frenzy.
"Daddy, stick your finger up there! Hurry! Oooooh! Wiggle it
around, oh wow, yesss, mmm, shit, love it! Agh!"
And in the next moment Jenkins felt as if he were trying to
hold a crazed animal on his lap. Sally was abruptly whipping
her burning cunt up and down on his rod in a fever of
excitement, clawing his bare back with her sharp nails, sinking
her teeth into his shoulder, her cunt-honey streaming like wet
fire onto his groin.
When Sally started coming, she didn't play around.
Originally, the naked blonde planned to leisurely ride his
huge cock in a slow journey of lust, milking all the pleasure she
could out of the position first. Since she was on top, she had
total control over her own thrills. And the teenager wasn't
used to enormous pricks like the theater owner's, getting most
of her action with schoolboys.
But the instant he'd touched her sensitive asshole, Sally
began to explode with raw passion. The first time she'd been
raped in her tender ass, she thought she'd die of pure agony.
But then, as she grew accustomed to the blazing mass of meat in
her narrow asshole, the searing pressure sparked strange
thrills in her bowels, spreading rapidly outward to her
seething loins.
And then she'd learned to crave it, able to climax madly with
a stiff cock up her tawny ass. There was very little in the
world of obscene pleasure that Sally hadn't experienced. With
men, that is.
As far as other girls were concerned, Sally was still a
cherry. She was so obsessed with cocks, the thought simply
never occurred to her that she might enjoy sex with other
girls, that pussies could be as enjoyable -- and even more
delicious -- than pricks.
But her day of awakening wasn't very far off ...
Ramming a finger deep into her churning asshole and wriggling
it as Sally pumped her frantic hot slit lustfully on his rod,
Jenkins groaned with intense excitement. Her juicy little cunt
was beginning to suck at his cock like a ferocious suction
pump, and her silky tits and sharp teeth and lush ass seemed to
be everywhere at once, sweating, jerking, rubbing, craving his
hot jism with urgency.
Now Jenkins was gritting his teeth and holding his breath as
Sally's wild pussy thrashed to a maddening rhythm, gushing her
excited juices over his prick like a boiling spray, and the
next moment his loins exploded. Hot spurts of cum spattered
deep into the girl's frenzied slit, and Sally crushed her tits
to his face and went into spasms of lewd bliss, a clawing,
wild-eyed mass of velvet fire.
Slowly, her twitching cunt relaxed, but the blonde continued
to shudder and moan on his lap, hugging his soft rod fiercely
in her tight pussy.
"Hey, I liked that!" Sally whispered, flicking her tongue-tip
in his ear. "How was I, okay, Mr. Jenkins?"
He sighed. No matter how many times he told her Phil, she was
going to call him that, because he was her boss now. What the
hell, he didn't mind. In fact he loved it when she called him
Daddy in the throes of excitement -- knowing whose luscious
cunt and ripe ass he really craved.
"You were terrific, Sally," he groaned as she clamped her
dripping slit powerfully on his limp cock. "Tell me something,
honey -- did you ever make it with another girl?"
She suddenly stiffened and stared at him directly, her
lustrous green eyes filled with scorn. "Hell, no! What do you
think I am, Mr. Jenkins? I don't go in for that weird stuff! I
might be a little cock-crazy, but I draw the line right there."
"I just wondered, that's all," Jenkins said casually as the
blonde climbed off his lap. She got a Kleenex from his desk-top
and fastidiously dabbed at her pussy, a mere child, he realized
with a shock, but with enough fervent passion to shame most
hungry women.
Then Sally frowned, as if thinking of something for the first
time. She looked into Jenkins' eyes.
"Um, who did you have in mind?" she asked curiously. "I mean,
I don't do things like that, but, you know, I might just try it
once, for kicks, just to see what it's like. They say you never
know until you try. Now if it's some old hag, forget it! But if
it's a really good-looking girl, sexy, you know, I might just
think about it ..."
Jenkins licked his lips, not having the nerve to mention his
daughter's name. If that story ever got out!
"Just a very pretty girl I know," he said hoarsely, staring
at Sally's plump, silky asscheeks. "A young girl, like you."
"Like Cindy," she grinned, her eyes cunning with knowledge.
It wasn't hard to see what was on his mind. Hell, Cindy was
beautiful, but everyone knew she was a Miss Goody-Goody,
thought her little pussy was plated with gold it was so
precious.
His face turned beet-red and he averted his eyes. Goddamn the
smart little bitch! How could she be so sharp at her age?
When it came to school exams, Sally could barely make it,
largely because all that stuff bored her, having nothing to do
with the practical realities of life, like sucking and fucking
and eating and movies. But when it came to naked passion, she
could tell what went on in most people's minds, especially
adults like Mr. Jenkins, who thought they were so cool about
it.
Christ, all you had to do was look into their eyes when they
talked in circles like that. The theater owner was a mirror,
for all practical purposes. Sally felt his wild excitement when
she'd called him Daddy, felt his big prick leap and quiver
inside her like a rocket taking off.
Besides, she had a hunch most men wanted to fuck their
daughters anyway, especially if they were sweet and sexy, like
Cindy. Sally was very cynical for her age but she saw nothing
wrong with giving men what they wanted -- as long as she got
what she wanted in return.
"I wouldn't mind making it with a gorgeous girl like Cindy,"
she told Jenkins in a soft voice, deliberately turning sideways
and tracing a finger up along the crack of her ripely curved
asscheeks. That turned him on like a five-hundred-watt bulb!
Like most men his age, Sally could tell he was an ass-freak
when it came to little girls like herself.
Jenkins gulped, feeling a fresh rush of blood in his raw
prick. Cunning little vixen! Christ, she knew how to turn a man
on, hook him like a hungry fish!
"But Cindy would never go for it, would she, Mr. Jenkins?"
He reached over and seized Sally's tender asscheeks in his
fingers, loving the hot flesh, his cock rising like a flag at
dawn. "She might," he whispered. "Not if I suggest it, of
course," he added quickly. "But if you sort of, well, come on
to her very gently ..."
Now Sally turned her back to Jenkins, stroking her ass
lasciviously and bending over, a gesture so obscenely exciting
Jenkins was rock-hard for the third time in an hour, something
he hadn't been able to do in years.
As wild and wanton and eager as the teenager was, the theater
owner still felt awkward with her. How in the hell did you tell
a mere child like this that you were dying to see her suck your
own daughter off? Or that you desperately wanted to fuck her in
her beautiful young ass? But it was the diabolical little
nympho who always put it in words, using the precise vulgar
terminology that made Jenkins so embarrassed.
"I can handle Cindy," Sally promised, weaving her naked ass
so lustfully in front of him now that Jenkins was tempted to
kiss it. "Going down on a sexy girl like her doesn't faze me,"
Sally added with nonchalance. "Can I work the box office too,
Mr. Jenkins? And the candy counter sometimes?"
"Anything," Jenkins whispered hoarsely. He tickled her tiny
puckered asshole with his fingertip and his prick quivered
violently. By now he was so addicted to her juicy young flesh
and soft curves, Jenkins would have let her count the night's
receipts and make the bank deposit if she'd asked. So she'd
steal whatever she could -- so what? Jenkins knew for a
statistical fact that seven out of ten people who handled cash
stole from the till. Those weren't his figures, they were
provided by a national spying service for supermarkets and
department stores and businesses like his own.
If anyone was going to pilfer the candy and receipts, it
might as well be this lust-inspired, hot-pussied, juicy-assed
cock-sucking little angel! She'd steal five bucks and think it
was a fortune, while the obscene pleasure Sally gave him was
priceless. But he couldn't tell her to just go ahead and take
the money -- she had to steal it herself, for that peculiar
thrill they always got, like a miniature orgasm.
Now as Jenkins toyed with her luscious ass, his prick
pounding and leaping with wild impatience, he searched for the
delicate words to tell this adorable nympho he wanted to ravage
her succulent rump.
Sensing his hesitation, Sally beat him to the punch again,
never one to mince words.
"If you wanna fuck me in the ass, Mr. Jenkins, it'll be
easier if I hunch over your desk!"
Again the shock from the way a child like her could so
casually toss around phrases that would make the ears of most
adults burn. But the way Sally did it, it was not only
perfectly natural, it was strangely beautiful ...
Sally quickly positioned herself by bending forward so that
her naked tits and forearms rested on his desk-top, while her
plump ass jutted out in obscene invitation. She undulated her
cheeks in a dance of sensuous lust, her asshole tingling with
sharp anticipation.
"Don't worry about hurting me," she moaned. "I love it this
way, Mr. Jenkins! Especially with a monster like yours! Just
ram it home and park it there! And hurry up, please, 'cause I'm
hot! Mmmmm, every inch now, go ahead!"
Standing behind her, Jenkins spread her satiny asscheeks in
his hands so that her tiny asshole was fully exposed, helpless
and vulnerable between their golden mounds. He placed his
blazing knob squarely against her asshole and took a deep
breath.
Then he slammed forward in a brutal thrust that caused the
girl to cry out in surprise. Jenkins gasped.
"Oooooooh, shit, Sally, that is a ... mmmmmmf! ... hot juicy
ass, baby! Ahhhhh, you're so tight and wild ... unnng!"
"Love it like this," Sally panted, sliding her boiling tunnel
lustfully back and forth on his long cock. It burned and stung
and throbbed inside her squirming bowels, sparking the strange
excitement she'd learned to love at the feel of a swollen prick
rammed deep up her ass. She could feel his huge knob in the
very pit of her stomach, a ball of lewd desire.
Now the blonde began to sob and claw at his desk as Jenkins
started fucking her to a savage tempo, groaning and panting
with wild excitement, his hands gripping her soft ass-flesh and
his head reared back, his prick lunging urgently in her boiling
ass.
With her usual direct singleness of purpose, the feverish
teenager wriggled and clamped and squeezed her juicy asshole on
his rod with only one goal in mind -- to feel his boiling cum
spurt deep inside her tender ass.
"Fan ... unnnnng! ... tastic asshole, Sally!" Jenkins gasped,
pistoning savagely inside her. Whatever ideas he might have
held about prolonging the fiery thrills of her tight burning
crack suddenly crumbled beneath the onslaught of her hot
thrashing flesh.
Now Sally was in a white heat of lust, pounding her fists on
his desk and pumping her gorged asshole madly on his prick,
going wild as his first torrent of jism spattered her tingling
insides.
"Oh Jeez, it's great!" she raved. "Hot dick up my ass!
Ooooooo, yesssss, fuck it harder, faster ... aaaagh!"
Again she gave him the feeling that she was sucking the blood
from his veins as her feverish asshole sucked the cream from
his loins, whipping it out of his bursting cock in violent
spasms, sending fierce thrills tearing through his meat.
And there was no doubt in Jenkins' dazed mind that this was
the last of his load, the final spurt in his ball-tingling,
cock-ripping orgy with the insatiable teenager. His limp rod
felt like chopped liver as he slipped it out of her hot
trembling ass, with a deep sigh of satisfaction.
Slowly, Sally stood up, her tits heaving with her lingering
excitement. The wall clock in his office said ten-thirty, and
Sally had a late date with her current steady. A steady to
Sally meant that she'd gone with him for three nights now, but
she didn't let him interfere with her other action. He was the
captain of the high-school football team, hung like a gorilla
and with an inexhaustible supply of stamina.
Personally, she preferred older men like Mr. Jenkins, because
he at least had brains and his own business, but a girl had to
keep her pussy happy, too. And since it took her date almost an
hour to get his rocks off, Sally's endlessly throbbing pussy
would sleep happily tonight. Along with her sultry, tingling
mouth, and her hotly glowing asshole.
They dressed, while Jenkins explained her job to her. She
would rotate positions from the box office to the candy counter
to the theater itself, until she learned all three routines. No
smoking in the auditorium itself, although the kids smoked
grass during the movie, regardless. If they didn't put their
joints out, threaten to call the police, which they never did,
short of a riot. No excessive howling, feet-stomping, beer-
drinking or throwing popcorn boxes at the screen would be
tolerated.
Jenkins gave Sally a thick stack of free tickets to pass out
to her friends, and her eyes lit up with childish glee.
He was astonished that the angel-faced teenager could suck
and fuck like a swinger twice her age, with far more wanton
passion, and still delight in such childish things as free
movie passes. But, he realized with awe, she was a child except
when it came to sex. And even in her spasms of raw lust, there
was something movingly childish in her frenzied enthusiasm, her
girlish but still obscene joy.
"About Cindy," he stammered when Sally was ready to leave.
"Oh I'll take care of that," Sally said bluntly, with a lewd
grin.
"I know her well enough. to call her up and ask her out for a
milkshake, to gossip about boys. I mean, Mr. Jenkins, Cindy
knows about my reputation, but she's not a snotty bitch about
it! I think she envies me a little," she added with a giggle.
Still Jenkins hesitated. How would she go about it if she'd
never made it with a girl?
Sally replied to that one with a look of pure disdain in her
shining green eyes.
"Well, jeez, Mr. Jenkins, I'm not a dummy! I know what makes
a girl hot, you know. I'll turn Cindy on, don't you worry about
that! And then, when we're really tight together, I'll talk to
her about you, I mean, I'll fix it so we can all three party
together. Okay?"
Jenkins stared at the adolescent with a sort of dazed
respect. Her confidence was downright amazing. And she didn't
see the slightest thing wrong about any of it, making it with a
girl for the first time, then turning the girl on to her own
father so all three of them could swing!
"You're a hell of a girl, you know that, Sally?" he said,
caressing her plump ass through her jeans.
Sally grinned impishly at him, rubbing her palm over his
crotch. "I get around, Mr. Jenkins," she quipped, and then was
out of his office, her ass bouncing merrily through the lobby.
Jenkins closed his office door and sank into his desk chair,
lighting a cigarette. There was a hot glow in his loins, a
feeling of profound satisfaction he hadn't had in years, in
spite of all the eager pussy he'd gotten on the side.
There was simply no substitute for a teenage nympho. Unless
it was his own teenage daughter, he added silently.
He wasn't at all concerned that Sally would babble it around.
She was much, much sharper than he'd originally thought. She
looked dumb, but she was cunning almost beyond belief. It was
as if the frantic little mink had read his mind about Cindy!
For a very brief instant, Jenkins felt a sharp twinge of
guilt. Shit, here he had a lovely, faithful wife, a healthy,
handsome son and a ravishingly beautiful young daughter, who
was still a virgin, and what was he doing while they pursued
their clean-cut, trusting paths through life?
He was fucking a young girl in her ripe mouth, wild little
pussy and deliciously tight asshole. On top of which, he was
trying to get the girl to seduce his own daughter so all three
of them could have an orgy!
But any guilt Jenkins felt was quickly washed away beneath a
flood of feverish anticipation over Cindy and Sally.
Like most men, Jenkins lived with a number of assumptions
which he took blandly for granted: That his sexy wife was
faithful, his lovely daughter was still a virgin, and that his
son was a wholesome chip off the old block, a macho stud like
his dad, but still a nice, healthy kid.
Such assumptions could be very treacherous, as the theater
owner would soon discover to his shocked dismay.
His wife just happened to be having torrid affair with a
sultry nurse and the nurse's hot-blooded boyfriend. His lovely
daughter was no longer a cherry, because she was, on this very
night, in the process of losing it to the wholesome chip off
the old block-his own son.
When the lid finally ripped off the whole shattering series
of obscene events, none of them would ever be the same.
Especially his darling daughter ...