Carlotta Graham
An animal threesome

CHAPTER ONE

The last place on earth Denny Reed would have expected to find himself, was in church on a beautiful Sunday morning in Idaho Falls. In fact, if his Maserati hadn't broken down on his way back to Los Angeles from New York, Idaho Falls was the second last place on earth he would have expected to be.

But something strangely compelling had happened to him as he walked down the pretty tree-lined street not far from the Flamingo Motel where he had spent the night. As he passed the pretty white small town church, with its graceful steeple and glowing stained glass windows, he had heard the sweetest sound that had ever struck his ears… the loveliest soprano voice singing the Lord's Prayer. It was exquisite, like the singing of angels.

And Denny, self-conscious in his faded Levi's and denim jacket, walked softly up the steps of the church and slipped silently in the open doors. When he saw the girl at the altar, his mouth fell open. She was stunning in her beauty and innocence, and even under the high neck dress, he could see the unbelievably voluptuous body beneath it. She couldn't have been more than seventeen, he thought, and he'd bet anything that she was a virgin. And that dress, that modest plain white dress, only accentuated her remarkable figure, and he couldn't help wondering how she would look naked. In her pureness, she was almost too sexy to believe. Her breasts were firm and full, her narrow waist accenting softly flared hips and long tapering legs. He moved over to one side of the chapel so he could see her from the side. Her trim young buttocks were sexier than any young girl's had a right to be, rounding out like two firm ripe melons waiting for someone to come along and squeeze them. And Denny knew he had to fuck her! Then suddenly their eyes met, and Cally Rogers, the minister's daughter, felt a hot shudder run through her entire body, making her skip a beat in the hymn.

Denny took a seat and waited for the services to be over, never taking his eyes from the exquisite young girl. When the sermon had ended and the last hymn was sung, and people began to file out of the church, Denny stood up and waited in the aisle for the beautiful blonde to walk past him. As she did, their eyes met again, and she stopped beside him, flustered, not knowing what to say.

Hi," said Denny.

"Hello," she answered modestly, lowering her eyes.

Denny knew he's have to talk fast or she'd be out of the church and forever beyond his reach.

"You sing beautifully," he told her in a soft, deep voice.

"Thank you… I… I really love to sing," she said breathlessly.

"I'm a stranger in town," Denny said, "and I'd sure like someone to show me around."

Cally looked over her shoulder at her father, the minister, who was shaking hands with his parishioners as they left the church. She knew he would disapprove… she wasn't allowed to date boys… but the presence of this stranger was so compelling it was as if something outside of herself had taken control. She wanted to know him, wanted to know who the stranger with the fiery eyes was. And she astonished herself by saying yes.

They left the church together and Denny said, "Hey… you know I'm really hungry. Is there any place we could go and get some lunch?"

"Sure," said Cally.

"I have no car… it's being fixed."

"We can take mine," Cally told him, and led him to an old white Chevrolet convertible parked across from the church.

Then suddenly Cally panicked; what was she doing, going off with a strange man like this. She must be crazy! "I… I really don't know you," she blurted out blushing. "Maybe we shouldn't do this."

Denny smiled in a way he knew would reassure her. "Hey, we're just going to have some lunch. It's okay. My name's Denny Reed and I'm not the Boston strangler."

She laughed.

"Well, I'd better go tell my dad anyway. Wait here, I'll be back in a second."

He watched her cross the street and walk back into the church. He waited, wondering if she would change her mind and chicken out. Then he saw her emerge from the pretty white building and walk back toward him.

"I told him you were my girlfriend's cousin… so I guess it's okay. Let's go."

She drove him to the Red Coach steakhouse, and as they walked in from the bright sunlight, it took their eyes several moments to adjust to the darkness in the atmospheric restaurant.

"What will you have to drink," Denny asked her when they were seated.

"I don't drink," she said, smiling shyly. And again, she had that weird, frightened feeling; what was she doing here with this strange man? Everything seemed so unreal to her. Yet he seemed so nice and friendly… And she had spent such a bored and restless summer dreaming of the man that would find her and carry her away from this sleepy old town. She knew there was a big exciting world out there, and she knew of its dangers. Yet when her eyes had met his in church that morning, she felt something she had never known before, an attraction that seemed to crash through all the rules and barriers within which she had lived her entire young life.

"Well," Denny told her, "it's time you had your first drink then."

She smiled, her silence an assent.

When their martinis arrived, she sipped it slowly. She did not like the taste, but it made her feel a warm sensation through out her entire body. In fact, by the time she had finished it, she seemed to be more aware of her body than she had ever been in her life.

When their steaks arrived, she felt terrifically hungry. And eating, she figured, would help curb the effect of the liquor. With candles on the table glowing with a softly dancing light, they sat across from one another eating the rare steak and drinking a good red wine.

Denny looked at the beautiful blonde across from him, touched by her innocent prettiness. She was so different, so very different from Loretta Day, his next door neighbor in Topanga Canyon, California. He and Loretta had been lovers ever since he had moved into the big ranch style house he had purchased with the money he had inherited when his parents died. Loretta was a sexual adventures, introducing him to the wild orgies and other perversions indulged in by the rich hipsters in the wealthy community. Yes, it had been a long time since he had seen a virgin like this one.

Slowly, he moved towards her on the leather banquette, his mouth moist and slightly open as it met with her lips.

And the kiss thrilled her to the very depths of her aroused young body.

He drove his tongue deep between her parted lips, arid she sucked on it as her nerves tingled with growing excitement. Then she pulled away from him suddenly. The alcohol and the kiss had made her dizzy. And she was frightened now.

"Please, let's go," she said.

"Anything you say, darling," Denny answered, kissing her lightly on the forehead, and even that kiss fired her body and set her head into a dizzy swoon. "I think I'd better drive."

As they entered the car, Cally fell back against the seat. "I… I can't go home… like this," she told him.

"My father would kill me."

"Okay, I'll take you somewhere you can sleep it off. Don't worry sweetheart." And he started the car, driving off in the direction of the Flamingo Motel.

Cally staggered a bit as they entered room number six, and Denny put his arm around her waist to steady her again. She could feel the strength and warmth of his powerful right hand resting on her hip, could feel each of his sure fingers pressing gently above and below the hip bone. Somewhere in the distant recesses of her alcohol fogged mind an alarm bell clanged, but it was so muted that she wasn't sure what it was for. After all, Denny Reed was just about the nicest man she had ever met. She knew she could trust him. She was completely safe with him.

But Denny Reed's eyes were bright with lust as he gazed down at the beautiful blonde's proud, upthrust young breasts so enticingly outlined under the thin summer cotton dress she wore. Cally was so drunk now she barely realized that his large strong hand on her hip was making subtle little circular motions – barely perceptible… possessive. And under normal circumstances she would have noticed a change in his demeanor as heated desire overcame him. She collapsed down on the soft white bedspread, and closed her eyes, just for a moment… just for one little moment…

Looking down at her, Denny Reed felt his groin tightening. Without touching her, without doing anything but watching her young vibrant body, he had already begun to get an erection. She would have to be handled carefully, he thought. No fast moves… nothing to alarm her. He knew instinctively that she was a virgin. But he suspected from the way she moved and talked and thought that there was a wild untapped streak of wantonness in her luscious body that she was not yet herself aware of. And he wanted to unveil that streak. He was becoming obsessed with the idea of having her exquisitely innocent young body moaning and writhing in sexual delirium beneath him.

Her skirt had hiked almost all the way up her thigh as she lay on the bed, her eyes closed, slowly drifting into a soothing oblivion. And Denny could see her lovely pouting young vaginal mound through the near-transparent white lace panties she wore and then he knew he had to have her, he had to fuck her tonight. He could wait no longer to possess entirely this young virginal girl.

Denny bent down and kissed her lightly on her forehead, then stood back up and removed all his clothes, putting on the black silk Chinese robe that his lovely neighbor, Loretta Day, had given him. But now he wasn't thinking of his stunning redheaded neighbor, but only of the exquisite young blonde sound asleep in his room, lying flat on her back with her leg slightly cocked at the knee. Denny could plainly see the shadow of her vaginal crevice and the full ripe mound of warm creamy flesh that marked the beginnings of her deliciously proportioned buttocks. Softly curling strands of golden pubic hair peeked out from under the elastic leg bands of her little white panties. It was all he could do to keep from spreading her legs wide and savagely tearing into the young, almost naked cunt lying helplessly there before him. Only by exerting an inordinate amount of self control was he able to be gentle with her.

Cally was not aware of it when he eased her shoes off her feet and teased soft wet kisses along the bottom of her foot and up the back of her calf, and she didn't feel him slip her dress off over her head. Nor did she realize what Denny was doing when she felt her hips being raised, and her scanty little panties being pulled down and over the smoothly rounded curves of her hips and slid down her legs.

Slowly, the handsome, heavily breathing man spread her thighs apart, bending and raising the right knee to give him even easier access to her sweet young pussy flesh. Then, with quickening breath, he knelt between her ankles and stared with lascivious eyes at her soft blonde pubic hair and the wide, coral-pink lips of her now completely open and defenseless young cunt. It seemed as if they were a magnet pulling his face toward them. Her cunt called out, begged to be touched, to be kissed, to be eaten like the most succulent fruit just ripe from the tree. The hardness of his throbbing prick rubbed against the silk of his robe and made his balls ache. He had never felt more alive than he did at that moment. He could feel the soft bedspread against his knees now and the warmth of her inner thighs on the palms of his hands as he pushed them even further apart. It was not until her smoothly tapered young legs were completely widespread that Cally began to regain some semblance of consciousness, and even then she was incapable of evaluating completely what was happening to her. She knew her naked buttocks were on a strange bed, that her legs were spread wide apart, that warm hands were stroking the insides of her thighs. Everything considered, it felt wonderful!

Denny sensed that she was beginning to wake out of her stupor. He paused a moment, waiting for some protest, then felt her momentarily stiffened legs relax and fall limply open again. He grinned and licked his lips; she either knew or she didn't know what he was about to do. Either way, she was permitting him to go ahead.

Quickly then, he slithered forward until his face was just above the soft, wetly glistening little slit between her thighs. Never before had he seen such a mouth-watering cunt; the vaginal lips were perfect, as only those of a teenage virgin ever are. Her pubic hair was so softly silky, and the tiny pussy mouth was small, delicate, like the unopened bud of a ruby rose.

Slowly, as though he were savoring every second, he lowered his face… and his tongue, like the red shining penis of a dog, crept out between his teeth.

He licked once… slowly and gently his tongue moved from clitoris to anus… and was rewarded with an almost inaudible moan. His tongue retraced the wetly teasing path it had just taken, and this time he felt the tendons of her inner thighs tighten and her entire pelvis slowly rise upward toward his face. Unconscious or not, her vagina was responding, for he tasted the first slightly saline secretions of her feminine musk as her pussy, of its own volition, prepared itself for love making by seeping out it swarm, slickly welcoming lubricant.

And Cally felt it was a dream, a wonderful dream… and the handsome stranger was making her feel more beautiful, more alive than she had ever felt in her life. It was so lovely but… was wrong! She struggled suddenly to situp. "No," she cried out, "No. You mustn't."

Instead of answering, Denny Reed drove his tongue full-length into the sweet warm depths of her pussy for the first time, using his nose to titillate her tiny, unconsciously pulsating clitoris.

"Aaaaagggghhhh. No, oh, God, no!"

The man heard her terrified yelp and knew now that he must not stop until she was so aroused she could not help herself. It was now or never. She wouldn't let him near her again if he stopped now, but if he continued and she liked it? Who could say? So thinking, he tightened his arms around her thighs and buried his rapacious tongue even deeper into the quivering, heated pussy lips between her open legs.

Fear and sheer pleasure were battling for supremacy in Cally's tormented mind. Was it a heavenly dream or a nightmare she bounced from one feeling to the other until she was totally distraught. Everything she had ever been taught, everything she had believed in were being slowly, and oh so pleasurably eroded by the velvet tongue that licked, sucked, and caressed all at the same time. It was hateful, outrageous, sinful… beautiful.

"No… no," she whimpered, flinging her arm up against her forehead and clenching her eyes shut as if this would make everything go away. "Stop! Oh God… Pleases stop!"

Denny replied without taking his eyes from her face – hard tongue thrust against her clitoris.

"Oh, Denny… Please don't. You can't do that! It's sinful!"

His tongue traced a zig-zag pattern down through her pubic curls from clitoris to anus again, then came back and speared into the seeping hole of her tiny, tightly clenched cuntal opening. Seven, eight times, in rapid succession he flicked his tongue in and out between the inner and outer lips of her pussy, tongue-fucking her in earnest now.

Cally began moaning piteously as she felt powerful sensations overriding all other emotions and body functions. "Oh, Denny… Denny! Pleeeaaassseeee! Denny? Denny?" The last was almost a shout as his teeth clamped the sensitive almond bud of her clitoris and began nibbling gently. "Oh, God!" she gasped, then fell back against the couch, weakened by the intense feeling and sudden uncontrollable hunger down between her helplessly trembling legs. She made one last protest. "Don't. It's wrong… dirty… perverted."

Denny looked up, his face shining with his own saliva and her excitedly flowing cuntal juices. "Stop fighting it, Cally. You know and I know that you're enjoying what I'm doing to your wonderful pussy."

"Please… don't talk like that… so dirty," she moaned.

"Ooooooh, but you like it, don't you, don't you my angel… you like my tongue in your cunt…" He lowered his chin and ran his hot hard tongue along one side of her outer layer of vulva, watching her as he did so. Her face grimaced, not in disgust, but in what was obviously a losing battle for self-control.

She was his now. This beautiful young virgin was his. He could tell that her hot little pussy was in command of her body and mind now, and God! He didn't know when a piece of tail had gotten him so all out excited before.

He let his eyes feast hungrily on the now fully blossomed cunt lips which had grown in size and color since he had begun his ministrations. There was life in those cuntlips, so beautifully framed with incredibly soft pale golden pubic curls. One single drop of her seeping pussy juice clings like a small translucent pearl to the little blonde curls like a dewdrop on a yellow rose. And as he watched her moistening cunt now it puckered and unpuckered in sensual excitement, driving him almost mad with lust.

"Look at me, Cally," he commanded. She lifted her head and watched, spellbound as he placed his thumbs on her vaginal opening and peeled her softly yielding pussy lips apart. The soft cur's of her pubic hairs gave way, exposing the flaming beauty of her vertical little cuntal mouth to his lust-dimmed gaze. She moaned in shame as he breathed against the sensitive lips, the expelled hot air from his throat grazed raw nerves down there and her entire body reacted as she heard his accompanying lewd, lascivious statement: "I'm going to eat your pussy, Cally. I'm going to tongue-fuck you, and you're gonna be in for a beautiful surprise."

She saw his face drop… and his tongue come out to wetly probe her guilt-quivering vagina. That was the last thing she saw. With this hot wet contact between tongue and cunt, she simply was forced to let everything go. Her body responded automatically, jerking convulsively, as she ground her hips into the bed in an effort to escape his long worming tongue that wiggled like a sidewinder up one side of her cunt and down the other. A groan bubbled out of her throat. "Ooooooohhh… my God! Denny… please… don't…" The rapacious licking continued upon her defenseless vagina and she felt her stomach muscles ripple in wave-like undulations. She began wailing in animal-like passion as his tongue scoured her inner thighs and made one hot swipe around her clitoris before snaking rapier-like in and out of her now completely helplessly writhing pussy. "Oh! Aaaahhh…" she panted, and Denny could hear her struggle to fight him off begin to ebb. He raced his tongue faster up the dilated hole between her open thighs. He used his nose to tease against the hotly throbbing little clitoris repeatedly and each nudge brought a low gasp from the helplessly immured girl.

Cally raised her head up to look down over her full, lush breasts and this time her mind was clear enough to see it all. She saw Denny's bobbing head framed between her widespread knees, and she stared in disbelief at Denny's dark brown hair and tanned face bobbing up and down against her soft golden naked pubic hair!

She watched him intently, her mind a maelstrom of conflicting wants. It was wrong… but oooooohhhhhh, it felt soooooo wonderful. Better than anything she had ever known in all her seventeen years. The hot waves of forbidden pleasure, the little zephyrs of pure wantonness pervaded her entire being now as Denny's powerful hands released her thighs and slipped under her buttocks, cupping and squeezing the soft, yet firm warm flesh of the hotly trembling cheeks. His tongue and mouth continued to grind further and further into the valley of her squirming defenseless cunt. Without volition, she dug her shoulders into the bed, sucked in her stomach muscles, and raised her pelvis, making Denny's head bury itself even deeper. Debased sucking and slurping sound of his labors echoed throughout the motel room. His hands pulled apart the crevice between her buttocks, and then one adventuresome finger began exploring the opening to her tiny puckered little rectum. The feel of that finger there caused Cally to clench her eyes tightly shut and ball her hands into fists.

It was wonderful. Cally had lost any trace of desire to fight him off now. She had never even suspected her body was capable of such bliss. It was lovely to be fondled and caressed, lovely to feel the warm touch of Denny's mouth up there between her legs.

Cally began moaning low in her throat, obvious sounds of pleasure, her guilt and fear fading as she began to let herself feel everything… oh, if she had only known the inherent wantonness of her own body, she would never have had those drinks, never have come back to the motel with him… But now her mouth opened wide…

"Ooooooohhhh God! God, I can't stand it!"

Denny heard the young girl's sharp gasp of delight as his hands kneaded the soft globes of her pliantly yielding buttocks; the sound caused a surge of new lust in his already over-aroused body, and he drew her limply co-operating legs up and around his neck. Moments later, he had the satisfaction of knowing that she had voluntarily locked her ankles together behind his head in consent and cooperation. He continued to fuck her orally, using his tongue to run lewd sensuous circles around her fully erect little clitoris, nuzzling his nose back and forth as he darted his throbbing tongue deep into her pulsating pussy, feeling the soft, hair rimmed lips push against his mouth with increasing strength as her body spasmed and writhed upward in a now hungry effort to bring more and more of his mouth into contact with the wetly glistening flesh. His middle finger again sought out the tightly clenched lips of her anus, and a low inarticulate moan was wrenched from her throat as he probed teasingly the opening. Abruptly, his hot wet mouth moved down, down, all the way down where his tongue flickered like summer heat lightning against the brown puckered little hole.

Cally's eyes blinked wide open as she felt the touch, felt the wild sensual pleasure surge like a seismic wave through her.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh, oooooohhh," she moaned wildly, as she wantonly used her heels to bring his head in tighter, deeper, endeavoring to fuck her tortured rectum with his fiery tongue. She flailed her head from side to side as the hotly slavering man now wormed his heated tongue into that forbidden rectal opening.

"Aaaaaaggghhh…" she moaned softly, then "Oooooohhh. Oooooohhhhhh… God…"

Her body began to boil with the exquisite tingling of raw nerve ends as Denny started his voracious licking of the cuntal crevice again. She knew that further fight was useless; she didn't want to deny this intense delight he was bringing her. Suddenly, as the nerve endings of her pussy began to vibrate, she knew she was closer than ever before to a total fulfillment she had never even guessed at. Of her own volition now she spread her thighs wider and raised her burning desire-ridden loins to his face, her only wish now to aid this man, this handsome stranger who was bringing this unbelievable pleasure to her nakedly writhing vagina. She ground her throbbing widespread cunt against his face, reveling with inside delight in the lewd, forbidden pleasure he was bestowing upon her.

Her body was rapidly building up to the slow sweet agony of a climax. Never before had she been close to that release, not in all of her young life. But now, she could feel the mighty waves beginning to build up forcefully in her love-starved, hot writhing pussy. This build-up could not last much longer or she would cataclysmically explode into a million screaming little pieces flying off in all directions. Something was close, so close, so close…

Denny sensed that she was reaching across a previously unbridged gulf, and he wormed his middle finger deep into her saliva-moistened anus. It went in easily, the hole having been lubricated by his saliva, enlarged by this tongue. At the same moment, he began concentrating on her tiny, hotly jerking clitoris.

Cally writhed and twisted, babbling wild mewls of passion, her face was twisted in a grotesque masque of feral lust which was almost frightening in its intensity. She was close. Closer. This was it. Now! It could not be denied her. "Oooooohhh… ohhhh, God! GOD!" She chanted as he screwed up into her hotly clasping young cunt harder with his tongue. She was only vaguely conscious that his hands were teasing her anus and clitoris with tingling fingers of flame, and she gasped hoarsely, walling with a breath that came more and more rapidly. His big implacable twisting tongue burrowed ever deeper into her pussy, and she could feel it trembling deeper inside her – flickering, touching, licking everything.

Suddenly then, the massive towering storm clouds of lust in her cunt split wide open in one gigantic thunderclap of sweet agony.

She had bridged the gulf and now she was soaring wildly, higher and higher… higher… she was there!

"I'm cumming. Oh God. Don't stop. Don't ever stop! Oh! Oh! Ah! AHHHH AAIIIEEEEEEEEE!"

Denny Reed's head was almost knocked off his shoulders by the violence of her pelvic thrusts as she jerked and heaved her wildly clasping pussy against his face. Once, she hit him so hard that he thought for sure his nose would be bloodied. Her legs, locked around his head, had tightened like the grip of a boa constrictor, and her heels beat a rhythm of sheer lust against his shoulder blades.

Finally, the tumultuous storm ended and her ravaged body settled back completely relaxed on the motel bed. Now she could feel the coolness of the bed beneath her, the dampness of her forehead and loins.

Denny continued gently kissing and nibbling at her vaginal lips until he felt the last delicate tremors subside, then he pulled his head clear of her still hot, wet cunt. "Well?" he asked softly, casting off the black silk Chinese robe that had been a gift from his remarkably sensual next-door neighbor, Loretta. "Well?" he repeated.

The only answer was a sudden welling up of tears in her eyes, and the water began streaming down both sides of her face. "I'm so ashamed," she sobbed.

He stroked her arm gently. "Don't be. You're beautiful… you deserved that…"

"But… but we're not… even engaged!" The pious girl told him.

Denny laughed. God! He didn't know there were still young innocent virgins like this one left anywhere. But, holy shit! She was sure one hot little tiger when she got going. And she had come, but his cock was still red-hot and hard and needing its release. He didn't answer her, he only knelt above her now, his face twisted in hungry passion. Her eyes trailed on down his broad chest and flat stomach to the erect penis which stood out like a canted telephone pole from his dark curly path of pubic hair. His hand began to stroke his cock, pulling the foreskin slowly back to reveal the one Cyclopean eye which peered at her. Lord! It was so big! Far larger than she had ever imagined a man's penis would be. She was terrorized by the immensity of its girth and length. My God! How could she ever take that inside of her.

"It's my turn now, my little love," Denny said, watching her face fill with distress. "I'm going to fuck you, baby, and when my cock gets all the way inside you, you're going to experience ten times the pleasure that you just now had. I'm going to fuck you, baby, and you are going to love every second of it."

His obscene words both frightened and excited the sweet young minister's daughter, but she could not tear her eyes from that monstrous rod which he held in his hand. She gaped at it in awe as she found her mind wondering if he really could bring her pleasure; after all, he had been right before! He had brought her up to, and then escorted her through, thresholds of unbelievable sensuality and carnal delight that she had never before believed could exist.

"Put it in for me," he said.

"Oh, no Denny. Dear God… no. I can't. Please!"

"Do it," he said, softly but firmly.

She started to protest, but when she saw in his eyes his contagiously heated desire, she dropped her hand between their bodies where it encountered the red, hot throbbing immensity of his maledom. "Oh God…" she moaned, as her fingers tightened around the thick fleshy hardness. Fear welled up in her as she only then fully comprehended the enormity of his prick.

"Go on," he whispered, lowering his hips between her widespread thighs.

"Put it in… right now… as easy as you like, put my hard cock in your sweet little virginal cunt."

He dropped across her, the hardness of his mammoth cock pulsing against her soft white thighs, his face looming above her, so handsome in its passion. She didn't think any more about what was happening as she guided the fleshy shaft to the passion drenched mouth of her pussy. The thick, bulbous head scraped electrifyingly against her cuntal lips, then pressed slightly inward, causing shivers of new unwanted pleasure to surge through her abdomen. She didn't move as she felt the pressure increase and the small, virginal cuntal opening starting to stretch. Perhaps the sensation she felt could be called pain, but it was pain with an indescribably sweetness, so gooooood, not really pain at all.

"Oooooooooh, God. You're a tight little cunt," Denny breathed. "It feels so good, baby, your pussy is so good."

He pushed again, and the ponderous head slowly pressed into her wet, hot palpitating opening. She was so well lubricated from his tongue fucking that he knew it would be good for her too…

And it was wonderful for the young girl as she felt the full length of his hardness scraping at every hidden spot of delight within that musk-scented, honey sweet pussy, and felt his cock head hammering at the portals of her untouched little womb. Slowly he thrust into her, inch by inch, until he could stand this exquisite torture no longer. He jerked his hips forward in one final thrust and his hard, hot cock roared into previously untouched territories of her most sacred, treasure… what her religious mother had always called her most precious sanctuary.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh," Cally wailed loudly, as the lust-hardened pole of male flesh cut deeper into her than she could have imagined. He filled her almost to the bursting point and she could actually feel every muscular ridge of his corrugated cock through the hot moistened walls of her vagina.

Denny lay still for a moment. Never before had there been such a tight little cunt; maybe he was just used to Loretta's, hot but well used pussy. But this virgin's cunt seemed to grip his prick like an iron fist encased in a satin glove. Gradually he began short little movements in and out of her cunt. As her passage became accustomed to his barbaric instrument, the whimpers of pain and protest gradually changed to little chants of pleasure. Denny started rotating his hips, grinding his maledom against her vagina until the mushroomed head was beating relentlessly against her hot pulsing cervix. He rocked above her, thrusting with long, smooth motions, rising and falling, rising and falling.

Cally had begun moving her hips in unison with his simultaneous harmony. Already she felt tremendous jolts of pleasure arcing throughout her abdomen. Already her body was feeling more than she had ever dreamed possible. Her mouth opened and closed in wordless comments, some of them prayers for forgiveness, as shining little beads of perspiration seeped to the surface of her upper lip. Her neck tendons swelled, then grew taut, with the hoarse panting of carnal joy. His giant throbbing cock buried deep inside her pulsating cunt and her love starved vagina together formed a lewd, wetly sounding symphony of lust in the motel room. No longer did she think of anything, of her parents, of the church… of morals… nothing. Automatically, her body reacted and greedily sought more and more pleasure, and the obscene words boiled out of her lust-constricted throat. "Oh God, oh God. Don't stop."

Perversely, he stopped.

"Don't stop what?" he asked, knowing full well the pause would heighten her pleasure still more.

Cally knew instinctively what he wanted to hear, and in her abandonment she said it with all the force and vitality she could muster. "Ooooooh, Denny. Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!" The thought of her own lewd, wanton behavior excited her even further, and she groaned and caught her breath as the man's powerful hands pulled her supple young buttocks tighter to his own rampaging prick. She heaved with passion, the pain of a few moments ago long since evaporated under the heat of her own passionate desires. She found her knees clenching and unclenching around his muscular buttocks with each powerful thrust of his wonderful, life-giving cock. She reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling his sweating face down toward hers, and her tongue shot deep into his mouth, slithering in and out in a wild semblance of oral fucking. Uninhibited gurgling noises of rapture poured from her lust-tightened throat and she crooned, "Fuck… oh fuck me… fuck me… fuck meeeeee."

In the midst of her lewd exhortations, she suddenly heard the cold, furious voice of her conscience castigating her. Whore! Adultress! Slut! But then, from another place in her divided mind, she could hear a more defiant voice shouting, "I am a woman! A full-blooded healthy female! It's good, it's soooooo goooooooood. I love to fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

She shoved her cunt lewdly up to him in answer, offering it freely, willingly, eagerly now. Never had there been anything like this, and not even in her wildest imagination had she dreamed there would be such ecstatic sensations to begotten from a man… from the licking and tongue fucking of her pussy to the moment when his mammoth prick had slid imperiously down her excitedly greased cuntal channel to the heart of her womb. Filled with insane pleasure, she willed and wanted more, much more, never wanted it to end. "Fuck meeeeee," she mewled. "Ohhhh… beautiful…"

Denny jammed her with ever-increasing force as her tightly locked young vagina continued to pour out hot lubricant, lengthening his stroke, drawing his huge rod almost out of the fleshy, moisture drenched sheath, then plunging downward in quickening strokes as her cunt hungrily devoured it. Jesus, he thought, she's beginning to go crazy. He heard her grunt before hurtling her wildly sucking vagina up and down on his throbbing shaft. She had taken complete control away from him as she sought her own pleasure.

"Aaaaaaggghhh… ohhhhhh," she moaned as his cock slammed into and brushed past the cervix, gasping and coughing with each inhalation into her tortured lungs.

The wildly fucking man's sperm inflated balls slapped hard down against the nakedness of her unprotected working anus, and through his scrotum he could feel the delicious softness of her crevice where the warm viscosity and his own saliva had seeped down the cleft from her pulsating cunt. His throbbing sacs seemed surely to split apart from the mounting pleasure in it, and he fought for control – fighting against the need to spew his white hot sperm into the depths. He began ramming her with increasing fury, wanting to bring her to orgasm before he himself, came.

Cally cried out wondrously, with every pulsing fuck-stroke up into her gratefully accepting young belly. She screwed her tongue into his throat in unison with each new thrust that buried his burning shaft deeper. She pulled her legs back even higher, offering him more and more of her greedily sucking little cunt. Denny glanced downward at his prick, thinking he would go mad unless she came soon, watching his whitely glistening cock slip smoothly and powerfully in and out of her pinkly clasping pussy lips. Quickly then, in an effort to bring her along even faster, he slipped his hand beneath her buttocks and once again teased at the rhythmically flexing hole of her tiny puckered anus.

"Aaaaggghhhh… oh, yes… put your finger in… hard!" Cally rotated her ass down hungrily against this new invader, pressing down with her stomach muscles as though she were trying to void something from her bowels, opening the rectum so it could accept even further the lewdly worming digit.

Her first impression was again of that same sweet pleasure pain as she felt his finger sink into her rectal passage and begin moving in and out in time with the thrusts of his penis. The pain became pleasure, pure pleasure. She was trying to skewer the rotating finger to the hilt, shoving back against it at the same time she strained upward to devour more of his warm hard cock deep in her heaving belly.

Denny dug into her open little asshole, his worming finger feeling the hard thrusting flesh of his own cock through the thin membrane separating cunt from rectum. Beneath him the girl writhed in complete abandon. Her motions, together with her guttural croaks of delight and the tightness of her vagina, pushed him over the edge of self-control and he knew his orgasm was only seconds away.

"Cum… cum now," he commanded, praying she would obey. "I'm going to cum inside of you. Cum with…"

Cally, hearing the obscene words, began grinding up and down on both impaling instruments, her toes flexed and splayed out, her full firm breasts heaving beneath him. Then her eyes opened wide in disbelief as she felt the first beginnings of the second orgasm of her life.

Denny grunted and hammered even deeper as he felt the walls of her vagina seeping the warm, sticky fluid of her climax. With demoniacal strength, she shoved her pelvis suddenly up from the bed, rotating her slightly bearded cuntlips around his pistoning cock with renewed fury. Then she was screaming, "Yes… Oh God… Yes! I'm cumming again. I'm going to… cum. Cum in me… cum in me… cum in me!"

Cally convulsed beneath Denny Reed, her mouth and cunt both sucking furiously, her panting rasping breath breaking into great gasping sobs, her pussy clenching and actually milking him and her asshole expanding and contracting against his already deeply imbedded finger as though she were trying to pull in finger, wrist, arm.

Denny was spurred on by her continuing climax, and he thrust deeper into her voraciously pulsating vagina and anus, forcing her tortured crotch even wider. He fucked into her wildly now, ready to explode at any second. Then, blessed relief. He gasped as she felt the sudden surging waves of his boiling white sperm shoot with a roar through the subterranean tunnel from balls to penis, and he was instantly lost in incredible sensuality as powerful surges of his semen spewed deep into the hot dark heart of her womb, filling her hungrily contracting little belly to the bursting point. The walls of her vagina continued to work around his penis as if they were part and parcel of some wonderfully warm milking machine, squeezing, massaging, clasping and unclasping to drain out every wonderful drop of his hotly cascading semen.

Cally's wildly fucked young body suddenly fell back on to the bed, her belly still rippling from the aftermath of her galactic upheaval. Never had such bliss been experienced. She was fulfilled completely. She was finally a woman, a warm, feeling, experiencing woman.

They lay in quiet contentment in each other's arms for along, long time. Then Denny looked over at her. She had a pained expression on her face.

"What's the matter baby," he asked, concerned, knowing full well that the young minister's daughter was going through fierce pangs of guilt about the dynamite fuck they had just enjoyed.

"I-I've never done anything like this before…" she told him. "I… I always thought I'd be married first…

But…"

"But what," he encouraged her.

Cally thought in silence for a moment. Then she blurted out… "The boys in this town, everything in this dumb town is so boring! I thought I would go crazy. But… but what we just did is wrong… it's a sin… but it was so wonderful." Suddenly she broke into tears. "I'm so confused," she sobbed.

"Darling," Denny comforted her, "You know you and your dad are living in the past. People don't hold onto their virginity like some damn prize anymore. You have to live you have to enjoy what's here. The world is changing too fast for anyone to know for sure what's right and what's wrong."

He took her in his arms and held her comfortingly. Then he said: "Why don't you come with me… come and live with me in California."

"Will we get married?" she asked, naively.

"I'm not going to lie to you Cally. But maybe you'll find that's not the most important thing."

Cally lay thinking silently for a long time and Denny waited patiently cradling her in his strong arms. And Cally thought, though harder about it than she had ever thought about anything before. It had been like magic from the very beginning, from the moment their eyes had met. And oh God, making love to him was the most incredible thing she had ever experienced. How could she go back now? How could she live without him and his wonderful big hard cock. All summer she had been in anguish from the stifling boredom of her narrow life. Finally, she looked up at him.

"Yes," she said. "Take me away from here… take me away, darling."