2 comments/ 21297 views/ 1 favorites Love Insane, The Second By: Said There is nothing more nourishing to my soul than the feel of her warm naked body sleeping next to me. Her naked skin is a drug that has made me nothing but a hard-on. My body seems smaller in my mind, and my cock is straight up under the covers. She is on her back under the covers with her left leg straight, and her right leg bent at the knee and resting on my thigh. Her foot is pressed to her calf. I roll on top over her and hold myself up with my arms and knees. I look down between us and bump the tip of my cock lightly against her sleeping pussy lips. In her position, they open quickly. I rub my shaft along her slit. And when I return the tip to her lips, she is already wet enough. I press hard, get some lubrication, and then pull away. She is stirring now. I press again and slide inside easily. I begin fucking for my own pleasure...going deeper with each forward motion. She is breathing through her mouth now, and turns her head to the side. She stinks of stale beer. And her young face is a flaky white crust of dried boy sperm, girl cum and saliva. Especially down her chin and neck. From under the covers, along with the smell of her pussy, I catch the stink of spoiled dairy. The Ice Cream! Not pleasant. I slip out of her and roll on my side. She blindly gropes for me, breathing heavily. I pull the blanket down. She tries to hold it, I tug harder. She breathes the first breath of consciousness and whines a bit. I caress her neck and follow up with a hard smack on her cheek. And another, and another, and then push her ruthlessly into the floor. She forgets where she is. "What the fuck!" I'm standing now, looking for my jeans, ignoring her. She remembers and leans back on her hands. Her skin is glowing white in the darkness. Her splayed legs look like long sticks. "Sorry poppa." She says groggily. She stretches a bit to wake up. Her long, dirty blond hair is a stringy mess, some strands in her face, some sticking up, held by the same dry sex crust that's all over her face. My jeans now on, I go out to the kitchen and turn on the light. I put the camera on the counter facing the front door, flip it on, and then return to the dark bedroom, where she hasn't moved. I grab both of her ankles and pull her along on her ass. "Hands behind your neck, sweetmeat!" I yell when she tries to walk on her hands. She'll have a nasty rug burn after this. I don't slow down. I pull her out of the bedroom, down the hall, past the kitchen. She's letting out a steady whining cry. She's really crying! Just like a little kid who hit her head on something. And real tears. Her flesh must really burn! I've hurt her. Again I worry I've gone too far. A path I've never seen before is brushed into the thick carpet...two wide butt cheeks. I park her ass on the cool linoleum of the entry way, unlock the door and open it. Cool night air washes over us. She's huffing out little sobs and rocking her naked butt from side to side on the floor to comfort it. "Look at that mess you've made!" I whisper forcefully, pointing to the puddle of dried vanilla cream on the cement outside. I recalled seeing it fall from the leg of her pants when I forced her to strip outside earlier. "You know what to do little princess." And she did look like a little princess...her eyes wide and innocent...unable to comprehend what I was doing to her. At 20 years old, she'd never been abused like this. I went and got the camera, and kept her right in the frame as I walked towards her. She looked pained, scared, and at a loss as to what to do. "Hands and knees so I can watch that rug burn grow on your heiny." The tall, lanky mailroom girl, with the long legs and big round butt cheeks vacantly turned on to her hands and knees and crawled out the open door into the harsh fluorescent light. I zoom in on her mouth as she pulls her hair back over her neck and gives a sideways glance in my direction. She doesn't actually look directly at me, and seems afraid to. "Such a shy girl at the office. I'll bet I can get you to do anything." Her nose crinkles as her tongue touches the dried ice cream. It must taste nasty by now. "Just like that man standing in line. You don't know how to stop me." She keeps working at it, and rubs it with her puckered lips when her tongue tires. "Stick your finger in your ass." I whisper, not wanting to wake my neighbors. Without missing a beat, she reaches back and finds her brown hole. She arches her back to open herself, and aggressively begins finger fucking her own shit hole with a shudder. I step outside so I can capture a close up of how deep she is going. She gives a painful "Aaahh!" as she presses the friction burned flesh of her cheeks to get at her tight hole. Her long, little girl finger is in past her last knuckle. She starts rocking her hand, and slips her index finger in so she can get deeper, but it doesn't go in quick or easy. An involuntary moan escapes her. It looks like I've colored her ass with red crayon...with a few deep red maroon lines even starting to appear. I stand back in the doorway and close the door to just a few inches. The ice cream is gone, leaving a wet spot on the cement, and she looks at me in panic, still fucking her own ass. "Keep your fingers in, and come in here." She struggles to figure out how to crawl with one hand busy fingering her poop hole. "C'm on! Come on girl!" I say to her like a little doggie. She pushes her face into the door to open it, playing the part well. But I close the door on her neck and trap her there. I get down on my knees, still holding the camera. My jeans were already unbuttoned, so I impatiently unzip and pull my jeans down to my thighs. My cock looks like its going to pop while I stroke it in front of her! I let go and it bobs in front of her for a second. A strand of precum drips down to the floor. She opens wide and sticks out her tongue, but can't move to catch it. I rub the head all over her tongue, and touch the tip to the flesh between her nose and upper lip, giving her a little kiss with my slit. A strand of cum stretches out when I pull away. She sniffs to take in the male scent. Then, without warning, I push my cock past her lips and press my length to the back of her throat. "Open wide, puppy." She opens her mouth as far as it can go. I feel her teeth against my belly and balls. But the greatest feeling is my cock bending as it tries to force its way down. It slowly starts to straighten out as her throat muscles give way with uncontrolled gags and coughs. I'm pressing the door closed harder and harder against her neck. Her face is turning purple! Once her throat has taken me in, I begin fucking her air pipe with little jabs of my hips. I cum quickly, with a thick jet while I'm still forced into her tight gullet. Her muscles contract and I hear her throat doing its best to "swallow". The grip of those muscles milks a second long jet of sperm from deep in my balls. I've never felt one that long. Almost like a taking a piss! She is pulling hard back into the door, but I have her caught. She exhales with a heave and blasts sperm out of her nose and all over my pubes. I feel her jaw contract and drop the camera, getting my fingers into her mouth and withdrawing my manhood just in time to avoid being castrated by her coughing fit! She pushes the door open and pulls back, sitting on her knees on my doorstep, coughing. Tears run out of the corners of her eyes. Cum runs from her nose. "Sohrry!" She gasps. "Sorry." "Don't be. That was great!" I whisper. She smiles dreamily, and her hand slips between her legs to pull out her clit. She licks her upper lip, then grabs it with her lower lip, sucking cum from her nose while she gazes at me with wet innocent eyes, sweaty hair, and a fever red face. Even though I feel no desire, my cock is still rock hard, as if the blood is trapped. I decide to reward her. In the early morning silence I turn her around by the shoulders. She knows to get her ass in the air, and lays her face sideways on the cement. I jack off behind her and rub my head up and down her slit. She sighs contentedly and spreads her legs. Her ass is swelling red. I fuck her hard and deep. My belly smacks against her ass very loudly. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Jarring her with every thrust against her backside. She shivers and cums, one leg spasms straight back...weight on her elbows while her hands grasp thin air. "Ghnnnnn!" I stay deep inside her for a moment. I tug her clit sharply between my thumb and forefinger. She's too wet to get a hold of, so I give her rubbing pinches. She cums hard again, her whole body jerks once. "Ghod nyess!" She yells. That was loud! Goosebumps rise on her ass. What next? What devious act...? I pull out of her and she slumps with exhaustion. I stand up and back inside. "Filthy pig. You stink!" I say in disgust. Slowly I close the door...and I lock the deadbolt. The vision of her upturned abused butt and gaping pussy stays with me. Her youthful face on the ground, so stained and dirty. Her unkempt hair...I hope she's into this. I don't want it to ever stop. She's outside for the night. Nude, with no keys, her car locked. I lie down on the couch, and as I drift off, I hear something in the bushes...and open my eyes to see her climb over the railing to my patio. She straddles the rail a bit too long. Oh my God! Is she rubbing herself on it? Little freak! My apartment faces the parking lot. I watch her face while she rubs herself to orgasm on the white painted railing. She watches me through the glass. Her legs lift straight up and out while she puts her weight on her hands and shivers again. She almost falls. We both smile. She climbs down and curls up like a little dog on the patio. Will someone see her over the bushes? Ah, so what! What could they do about it? Call the police maybe. Surprisingly she doesn't knock. I fall asleep without checking on her again. Sunlight. Birds wake me up. A car starts outside. My morning boner is quick to wake up. I'm extra sensitive after last night's action. I can't control my horniness and start jacking off. Wait! What am I doing this for? I gotta get my mind right! I have a bitch. I unlock and open the sliding glass door, not caring if anyone sees me naked and at full mast. She is curled up right at the door. She's stolen my neighbor's newspaper and covered herself with it, like a homeless skank. I open the door all the way and take one of her ankles and drag her in. It is difficult to get her to slide on the pavement and over the metal door skid. She wakes up quickly and looks at me with puffy eyes. I drag her on her back into the master bathroom. "You smell like a street skank." I say as I pull her to her knees and shove her into the shower. She falls and curls into a ball. Her face looks genuinely upset. I turn on the water, full cold, and slam the glass door. I'm getting pissed for some reason. She spasms and jumps around trying to avoid the cold spray. Finally she stands up and looks at me with widening eyes, still trying to dance around the streams of icy water. "Wash!" I yell, motioning with my hands on my head. She looks around and quickly starts to shampoo her hair. I don't want to lose her, and this anger may be a bit much. We've gone pretty far without a word. I begin to fill the garden tub up with hot water and bubble bath. Time to change gears and rock her world for a bit. I run out and get a banana and honeydew slices and hit "start" on the coffee machine. The cold has her vibrating like a jackhammer by the time I return...trying to lather up soap in her arm pits. She rubs soap on her face hard and fast. "Don't rush." I say as I lean against the door and watch intently. "I want to watch you freeze." Her teeth chatter while she looks at me, and I perceive a slight nod. She continues bathing. Her toes are pale blue, as are her lips. When I see how glassy her eyes are, I realize "that's enough". The tub is almost overflowing. The suds are nearly two feet high! I turn off the water, open the shower door, turn off her cold shower, and lead her out by the hand. She steps out gingerly. "It's like touching the hand of a corpse." She gazes down at herself in detached wonder. "Ch'eye kint feenl anithin'." She chatters. "Nnumb." We are both naked. My cock has softened halfway. She is twitching uncontrollably with a shivering drone; "Uhrrraaarrrr." I turn her towards the tub, not letting her lean into me for warmth. "Aaah!" She yells when her foot touches the hot water. She's not getting in. I make sure I have my footing, and then knock her back into my arms, picking her up under her knees. Her flesh is icy cold against me. I hold her in this honeymoon embrace for a moment while she looks into my eyes with dilated pupils. She's on autopilot...just doing what I say. I bend down and drop her into the steaming hot water. A huge wave of water splashes out onto the floor and she screams in shock. Her eyes never leave mine through the whole thing. She squirms and lifts her body out of the water by her hands and feet. Shifting and gasping, she settles in. Soon she is moaning in delight. The jasmine bubbles push up around her face as she sinks in. I feed her a few bites of honeydew, which she takes from my fingers with her lips before biting and chewing. I return with an Alice in Wonderland sized cup of coffee. Her eyes light up, and she beams with her little girl smile that I've come to love. The one where she bites the tip of her tongue. "Thank you!" She says softly in awe of this kindness. While she slurps her coffee, I rub my hand up and down her leg under the water. It's still cold when I press firmly, but she's warming quickly. I move my open hand to the other leg...pass over her pussy firmly. She pulls her coffee to the side and looks at me hotly while I do. My other hand strokes and arranges her straight, dark hair. You can't tell she's a blond when it's wet. I run both hands down to her feet. She adjusts to get them out of the water for me. A drop of coffee spills into the tub. I start rubbing them firmly and smoothly, both hands on one foot, then the other. She breaths deeply over and over again and drinks her coffee with two hands and closed eyes. "I have to pee." She says with disappointment. "Go ahead." She looks away. Her breathing goes shallow and quick. "Pee." I order her. I move my left hand between her knees and glide up, touching the inside of each thigh all the way, until I'm cupping her pussy. She looks at me a moment longer, and then I feel it. I lean forward and begin kissing her harshly. Her mouth is hot and tastes of sweet coffee. Her lips are cold. Her face is freezing. Her current of piss in the tub gets impossibly strong. I push her head back with my kisses and begin taking bites of her lips. She holds her coffee as steady as she can in her right hand, and rubs my chest with her left. She pinches my nipple, then holds it and tugs it hard. Now I'm the one breathing hard. Finally her underwater stream subsides, squirts, and finishes. I wipe my fingers up through her slit. "Mmm. THAT was kinky!" She giggles. "Yeah, you're a freaky little puppy." I smile. I peel the banana. She sinks down and tilts her head up. She opens her mouth, and we both know what she wants. I slowly guide the banana down the back of her tongue, and then push a little. She takes it into her throat. A little more. "Your neck looks like a boa constrictor. Where'd you learn to do this?" Only the tip is sticking out of her mouth, but the banana breaks, and she gags and forces it back out. Sitting up quickly she spits half of it into her hand, and chews the rest. It takes her a minute to answer. I caress her soapy slick stomach and breasts under the water...run my fingertips lightly up her sides, giving her a good tickle. "I'll tell you..." she says, her mouth still half full. "But I've never told anyone." "My uncle. He taught me to deep-throat....when I was waay too young for that sort of thing." She was nonchalant, but it just underscored the importance of what she'd revealed to me. I was angry even as my cock straightened with the thought. "Where is he now?" She smiled and looked at me. "Jail. Drugs." I nodded and kept up my massage of her breasts. She hunched her shoulders and increased her smiles. I pulled her right one out of the water by her nipple. I sat on my knees and pulled her left nipple too. They're barely a C cup. She presses her chin into her chest and bucks her hips over and over, both of us looking at her stretched boobies and getting turned on. Waves slosh up and down the tub. "God, you look like you're about fourteen!" "Everyone says that. I think it's more because I'm shy." I kiss her again while wiggling her tits. They must be starting to hurt. "God, you have me so turned on." She moans. She rubs her legs together. I let her nipples go and kiss her again. I grab a washcloth, dip it in the water, and begin wiping her face. It turns into scrubbing. Down her neck and shoulders...scrubbing off all the dried cum. Then I pull the plug and we look at each other, studying faces while the water drains out. Wherever there are suds, I caress them from her body. Never lifting my hands from her. "I love your pink nipples." :"Mmm. They love you." After the water is gone I just watch her. She looks at me, closes her eyes, and waits. I take her hands. "Stand up." Then I take a towel and gather her hair and squeeze it. Then I dry her face...her neck...shoulders. "When were you born?" "April 7th, 1986" "Ugh. I was in high school. You were born when I was in high school." I pat her back dry, and her arms. She turns so I can do her front now. "I could really be your daughter. My mom wasn't married when she had me. Maybe it was you. Maybe my father is not my real dad, and she's kept it a secret." I tilt my head down and kiss her gently on the lips. "Pumpkin." I whisper looking into her eyes. She hugs me, getting me a little wet. I return to drying her with the towel. She turns and I kneel down to inspect her ass cheeks. They are wounded. I can see burst blood vessels. I lightly plant a kiss on the highest part of each cheek. I can smell her pussy above the smell of the jasmine. This is what I've always wanted. A true fucktoy. "This is what I've always wanted. A real fuck toy." She sticks her ass out for me, bumping my nose. I breathe heavily into her crack, making sure she feels it...making certain the air from that region fills my lungs. "Sorry if I hurt you...I mean, you shouldn't think...I'm not beating you. I don't want that. I just thought...it would get you...get us off. Don't let it become something bad in your mind, OK." I'm staring her in the asshole. I part her cheeks for a better view. "Don't hurt me. Just don't hurt me." She hangs her head down. I have to make the most of this magic time...before we talk and get to know each other too well. She's doing this fucked up stuff knowing nothing about me...a demented little fuck freak. "I want to get the most out of this while we're still relatively strangers. We'll never be new to each other again. So I won't be..." Kind? Merciful? What do I say? "Just don't hurt me for real. Don't...betray me." I press my lips to her asshole and hold them there in a kiss so intimate, she shudders. My nipples are hard. I touch the tip of my tongue into her asshole. This ass was 13 years old when I got out of the military! I press my lips to her hole as hard as I can. "Clean my kitchen while I shower pumpkin. And I mean really clean it. And make the bed. Impress me." "Yes daddy." I shower, then download my camera into my computer and catch up on e-mail, clearing my schedule for the weekend. I get dressed. The bed is already made, and my jeans, boxers, socks, and a knit fossil shirt were laid out for me. My closet was straightened up. My clothes had been refolded in my dresser. I hear the washing machine start, and walk out of my room to a stunning sight. She is scrubbing the stovetop in nothing but a baby-yellow thong and black high heel dress shoes I've seen her wear at work. Her hair is tied back in a single long pony tail, showing blond streaks as her hair dries. Her ass has healed a bit, except for the dark scraps of the worst friction burns. She has bruises on each side of her neck, and a long red mark on the right side where I pressed the door so hard. Other than that, she was unmarked. She is very tall. Love Insane, The Second "I had some clothes in my car, but they're dirty. I wore your robe outside to get them. I hope you don't mind daddy." "No, I don't mind. I like your panties, sugar." She turns to show off the front. She's put on some very light makeup too. Someone in the complex probably saw her out there in nothing but a bathrobe. I think I'll tell them she's my kid sister if they ask. Just to get a rise out of them. "We're going to the mall. You'll have to wear your dirty clothes. Get dressed. Lemme see." She pulls a pair of low rider jeans off the dining room table, and puts on a white tank top. I can see her nipples through it...more the shape than the light pink color. They look bigger through the shirt than they really are. "Got a bra? I can see your nips." "I thought you'd want to see my nips." "Yeah, but without a bra, I've got less to strip from you in public." I say matter-of-factly while I tie my shoes. She blushes and looks through her brown leather pack purse and comes up with a plain white bra. The drive to the mall is uneventful. I feed her some normalcy so she starts to feel like herself again. We talk about work a lot, so we don't learn too much about each other. Her hair blows around my SUV with the sunroof open while she adjusts her sunglasses. "Dad, can I check my messages?" She asks while putting on light pink lip gloss in the mirror. "Sure, hon." "I turned my phone off earlier. So we wouldn't be bothered." "You've gotta break up with that boyfriend." She grins into the mirror, her brown eyes dark and gleaming. "You want me to do it now? While you listen?" She is just two years away from her High School graduation. I've been to war and a whole lotta other shit while she was growing up. We are a mismatched pair. "No, not yet. I've got a better idea for that." "Mmm. I'll bet you do." She says sassily. She returns the mirror to me and checks her messages, not returning any. After a minute she sinks down in the seat and pouts her lower lip out. She spreads her legs, making sure to bump them into the door and center console for effect. She leans the seat back. She stares ahead, scowling now. I turn my head each chance I get to watch her. She rubs her middle and index fingers up and down over the crotch of her jeans, with her pinky high in the air. Her other hand tweaks her nipples through her shirt and bra. We are on the interstate. She sighs. She squeezes her legs closed then open again, and in a huff blurts out, "Daaddeeeee....how come you won't pway with mee!" "Daddy's driving, dear. You play with yourself for now." "Okay!" She says happily. She unbuttons and unzips and forces her tight jeans down. Easy to do as they don't reach her hips. Her hand is digging in her panties for no more than a minute when I sense she is about to get off. I grab her wrist and pull her hand out. She squeezes her legs closed. "Nnoo..." she whines. Her fingers are slimy wet. I pull her hand to my face and put my mouth over each finger and suck it clean. When her other hand wanders towards her hot gash I order her to stop. She snorts air out of her nose, but stops. "Get dressed. We're here." I run around and open the door for her. Her hair is still in a ponytail, and her jeans show off her thong and about an inch of her ass crack. I push her in front of me as we walk down the parking lot. "I want to check out your ass while you walk. You young sluts have no idea what you're doing when you go out in public dressed like this." She answers by swinging her ass while she walks. "Are you going to buy a bunch of stuff for me daddy?" "No. I'm going to beat your ass in front of everyone if you embarrass me though." She hooks her thumbs into her jeans and stops like she's going to moon me. I kick her in the butt. We both laugh. We are heading up to the Macy's entrance, but decide we are hungry, and head over to the mall hallway entrance, which is closer to the food court. We have to walk down the long plain wall of Macy's and past a long cement ally full of dumpsters. I push her down the ally by the shoulders. Three of them are jammed together as if thrown in here. We squeeze behind them until we're at a metal loading door. I pull her shirt up and over her head and throw it on the ground. She's looking at me intensely. I pull her bra, but it doesn't break off. I swing her around and throw her into the brick wall. I push her into it face first and pull her bra strap from her back until it breaks. I jerk her around by the arm. She's a rag doll for me...flopping around wherever I lead. I gather her left tit and smack it from above over and over, making sure to get plenty of nipple. I push her into the wall and squeeze her neck. I let go and squeeze both of her nipples, then pull them out until they snap free. Her hips undulate forward. I poke her hard in the stomach, and when she bends over, I poke her ribs with stiff fingers. "Little punches." I say. Her eyes are wild and alive. I stick my finger up her nose hard. She doesn't know what to think of this, but its getting a reaction. I wipe it on her cheeks and do the same to her other nostril with the finger of my left hand, only my hand grips her lower face this time, and I push her back hard into the dumpster with a loud bang. She slides down to the ground. I put my foot on her cheek and push the side of her face down until I'm stomping her into the ground. Her face scrunches up under the weight. I see a brown bruise forming on her ribs from the poking. I grind my foot back and forth slightly, and then let her free. She is breathing hard as she sits up and leans back against the dumpster, shirtless...a dirty shoeprint on her cheek...pink nipples hard on little white breasts. Her low jeans look like they've been pulled down. I pick up her shirt and pull her up by one arm and push her out towards the parking lot. She races to get the tank top back on over her head. A man coming down the parking lot saw her naked from far off. . "That get you ready?" I ask from behind her. "Yeah daddy...thank you." She kisses me on the cheek. "Adjust your thong. Pull it up." She hooks her thumbs under the hips and pulls up as far as she can. I reach and tug her jeans down a bit. Her ass cheeks squeeze together at the crack obscenely, highlighting the fat in this tall girl's ass. She looks over her shoulder in alarm, but we are in the mall now, and surrounded by people. I push her in the shoulder playfully. "Go! Go!" She stops walking and leans back into me until I push her hard. We laugh while people stare. I pull her into the men's room. "Wash your face." There are three guys in there. One of them, an older family looking guy speaks up. "This is the men's room." "That's OK, she's a dyke." I answer back. She raises her eyebrows to the guy in a challenge. He smiles and laughs. So does another guy, who speaks up, "Yeah, rright." "Lipstick dyke." She says arrogantly. "Submissive." She starts to wash her hands. The first guy walks out. The second guy looks at me. I motion to her ass. "Have a grab." He does. She jumps and stands straight, but keeps her eyes on her hands, and bends over and begins washing her face. He puts both hands down so his pinkies are in her ass crack and squeezes and lifts and rubs. I think of stopping him, but she is gyrating her ass in pleasure. The guy shakes his head and walks out, only glancing at me. I take a piss while she washes her face. Another guy comes in, but just looks at her. Her face is pink with a feverish embarrassment. "So, when I graduated high school in 91', you were..." "Five." "Five." I tried to remember any little kids I knew when I graduated. Bethy across the street! Oh God! She was Bethy's age? I would kill any guy my age who touched Bethy! "Imagine if I knew you when you were five...and we were doing this now." "Uhh. How wrronng." She admonished. She pulls her jeans out and pushes her hips forward so I can see. "This little-girl kitty is all yours now, Mister." The guy at the urinal turns his head and stares. She looks at him seductively, then lets go of her pants and walks out. I shrug to the guy and follow. I stare at her ass while she walks, hanging back a few feet so people don't know we're together. A woman is tempted to say something to me...or to her. Other men want her. I think of how many young women I've lusted after in this mall. Maybe I could've had them just as easily as I have her! I follow her into a clothing store. Expensive. Nothing in here looks like her style. All older, sophisticated woman stuff. But then, what do I know? Maybe she cleans up real nice. She is looking at beige skirt suits after we fend off the store help. Big hats shield us from the counter. It is quiet back here. I grab her hair firmly, close to the scalp, and tighten my grip. Her eyeballs roll to look at me while she holds the skirt in front of her. I gather more hair and pull it from her scalp, then shake her head. I cover her whole head, grab after grab. Strands of hair are coming out in my hand. I grip a bunch low in the back above her neck and squeeze and squeeze. Her eyes are teary and her nose is running. She goes to wipe it. "Leave it." I growl. I smell her pussy. "You getting excited, muffin? Fuck muffin." Her hand goes to her pussy and she rubs herself furiously through her jeans and thrusts her hips. I let go of her hair and take the skirt from her and hang it back up. I push her out of the store fast, while she's still delirious. "People are staring. Your cunt is camel-toed." She looks down while we walk. It is. "Your nipples are stabbing holes in that tank top." Her eyes take on a distant look and her mouth opens dumbly. "You look like a slutty tramp." She nods. I pass my hand over her ass. "I smell your pussy." "It's leaking." She whispers. I'm so hard I can barely walk without pain. My cock is down my left leg, but it naturally stands straight out, so I'm showing off a lot. I try and adjust so it's not so visible. We arrive at the food court. I get Chick-Fil-A nuggets and fries. She starts to order. "I'll have..." "No, you don't get anything." I interrupt. The girl behind the counter looks at me. Lisa slumps and turns away. We wait for my food. She stands behind me silently with her head down, staring at the floor. The girl looks concerned when she gives me my food, and gives me a harsh look. I stare right back at her and say "Thank you." We sit next to a pillar and a railing overlooking the first floor. I am facing the food court, she is facing the railing and open space of the atrium. "You aren't to eat anything without it coming from me from now on. Got it?" She sniffles. "Okay daddy." She says wearily. "I like that." "You'd better!" I pop a chicken nugget into my mouth and suck off the skin, then spit out the chicken and hold it in front of her mouth. She opens her mouth, looking shyly at the table, and takes it in her teeth, chews, and swallows. I pull some coke into a straw, and let it fall onto the table. "Suck it up!" I say quickly as it runs towards the edge. She darts down and slurps up the sweet fluid. I do it again. Her head chases the soda around the table. I put a waffle fry into my mouth and press down, leaving an imprint of my teeth, and then hand it to her. She takes it and eats it. "From now on, nothing goes into your mouth without coming to me first." She nods. "Rub yourself through your jeans while you're not eating or drinking." Her left hand goes down, wrist demurely curved. She shifts a bit in her chair. She sits one way, then another. I bite half a nugget, give her the other half. "Take your hand away. Eat with the hand you're using on your naughty parts." She sighs...then breathes, "Dhaddy. I'm so turned on." She goes back to rubbing her puss. She holds her hands still and begins rocking her body...her eyes close and she falls forward a bit. She's forgotten where she is. I let her go for it. "Go for it baby. Get daddy's nasty cunt all juiced up." "Naagghhhh!" She hollers as she cums in the food court. Heads turn. I smile and watch her. "Uhhh...uhh...mmmhh." She moans...opening her eyes dreamily. She breaths deep through her mouth. "Whell! Looks like I'm embarrassed!" She says blushing and slumping. I spit more coke from the straw onto the table and she sucks it up. People are turning away, shaking their heads. There is a lull in all conversation. She looks at me in triumph and we start laughing. "This is fun!" She says brightly. "Yeah." I answer warmly. "I love you." She looks at me with clear eyes. "I love you more." "Mm. Let's go see about that." I say getting up. Her jeans have a small wet spot in the crotch. I say nothing. She is getting lewd looks from men, and bitchy looks from girls. Her ass jiggles above her jeans while I hang back a few steps and watch. A bit of sweat is gleaming at the top of her crack. She tugs her white top down out of habit, but it does nothing. She talks over her shoulder to me. Some guys smile as they pass. I see a woman walking along side of us hold her husband back when she catches him staring at her. When we get on the escalator going up, I step on her toe and stand on it. She looks at me with pain screaming from her face, but does nothing more than moan and whine. I turn her down a section of the mall under construction. A Sears has closed and is becoming something else. The glass railing has been covered or replaced with plywood. No one can see us below the waist from the first floor. We stop at the end in front of the closed sign. She puts her arm on the rail while I bend down and tug off her jeans. I leave them around her ankles and bend her over the railing. It looks like she's watching the people below. I watch with her, but stand up straight while I frig her off from behind. She arches her back like a cat and sways her ass from side to side. From my point of view, I can see her naked ass and skinny legs with the whole mall walking by in the background. "I can't believe you let me do this do you." She moans and humps her hips. I have three fingers in her now, and the pad of my thumb is pressed to her asshole for leverage. "What's wrong with you? Huh?" Her asshole gives way and my thumb sinks in, giving me a grappling hold on her pelvis. "What would your friends think?" Pussy juice runs down the top of my hand and drips from my wrist. She is bucking her hips strongly and breathing in-out-in-out sharply. People below glance up, and walk on. A group walking on our floor turns to come down our way, but realizes there are no stores, and turns back. She sees them. There is a vein in her forehead and her lips are gleaming with drool. "Just think, all that time in high school, you thought you would never fall this low...be an easy slut that any man could just order into his apartment and juice up your holes. What would you have said if you knew this was the future of any girl in your school? Who did you hate in school? When she called you a slut...THIS is what she meant! THIS is what she saw in you. She was right!" "UhaaAAAA!" She lets out as she cums. I pull my fingers out and leave my thumb in her ass. This orgasm is total. Her legs buckle and then snap straight. She stands and pulls back on the wood railing. I push my thumb in as far as I can. "Ghughhh." She squirts cum in a jet on the floor. Down her leg. She falls sideways in weakness, shaking, holding on to the railing, looking up at me in vacant amazement. I let her fall down on her ass. I touch my toe in her cum. She crawls up and begins to lick it from the floor. Then sucks it up. I suck her ass juice from my thumb and her pussy cream from my fingers while I watch. My dick is pulling my jeans out from my leg so that you can see the clear bulge of my head. I lift my foot at the heel and she struggles to get under it and lick her cunt sauce from the sole. I unbutton my jeans, look down the mall, then unzip. She tugs my jeans down, and then the waistband of my boxers. She takes my cock firmly and begins jacking it. I thrust my hips into her wanking action. "Gonna give me that daddy juice?" She growls. "C'mon...you know what a disgusting slut pig I am." Her tongue darts out to lick the tip. I can feel her breathing. Her lips, nose, and chin are wet with her own cum from the floor. She takes me in her mouth and grips me firmly in her lips, right behind the head where I like it. Then she deeps throats me, not even gagging. It feels so silky smooth. Now she's bobbing her head in a classic blowjob. Spit is gathering around her lips and dripping down the corners of her chin. She gets a good slurshing noise going. "Aww...listen to that." I say while I stroke her hair behind her ear. I lean back a bit so she can look up my stomach. "You were built for a male's pleasure." I cum in her mouth without warning. She blinks her eyes shut and pulls back a bit. My cum squirts over her tongue and against her palette in her closed mouth. She sucks and pulls until my cock is free, and kisses and licks my balls over and over, inhaling through my pubes. Then she leans back, looks straight up to show me her neck, opens her mouth full of my sperm, and swallows for me. She lays down on her back, legs splayed open and dragging her fingers through her slot while I pull up my pants. She burps and smiles in surprise. Her pussy is slick and shining through her bush as she rubs her secretions all over. "So, you're making me one of your girls...stitching me into your line of conquests...like a pearl in a string." She says harshly. I look at the people walking below us while she plays with her pussy at my feet. "No. I've never done this." She rolls her eyes in disbelief and inserts her index and middle finger. Her pussy is puffy and red and making squashing sounds. "I'll prove it...when you meet my friends tomorrow. They'll tell you I'm not like this. I have fantasies...but never a girl so... easy...who would do it." She smiles and pulls up her panties, then her jeans. The panties are dark yellow with juice. . "You're tapped into the same vein I am." I say as I hug her and kiss her. We walk back into the crowd hand in hand. We visit some more stores, and each time we enter one, I tweak her nipples like she has lint that I'm picking off. It's quick but not discreet. It keeps her bullets riding hard and high for all to see. I buy her a big teddy bear at the toy store. She delights in showing me her favorite toys as a little girl. I allow her a big bottled water, but only after I take it into the bathroom with me for a minute. She doesn't know that I opened it and rubbed the top in the crack of my sweaty ass. She has no idea what I did in there! We buy custom made white chocolate kisses from the candy store. I get her some pink flannel pajamas that I pick out. The shoe store is our last stop. A brunette about her age notices me pick at her nipple while we walk in. She seems too young to work here, but walks right up to us. "Can I help yoouu." She says with a look and tone that says she saw what I just did. "What?" I say innocently, holding up my hands. "I saaw that!" She whispers and pinches my bicep. "Ow!" She is wearing a black skirt, black jacket, and purple shirt. Gorgeous blue eyes. She looks a bit like Natalie Portman. She takes an authoritative pose in Lisa's personal space, legs apart and arms crossed. She is shorter than Lisa. "So, what can I get you to go with those nipples?" She asks shamelessly. Lisa looks straight to me in lost amazement. "Start with stockings." I say dreamily. "Hmm." The young sales girl answers. "This way." She says something to the other salesgirl, and motions us to a door in the back. There are narrow rows of shoes straight back, and some sort of office/break room to the left. She ushers us in and closes the door to the office. Her dark hair is braided together in the back. She turns to look at me and says nothing for a moment. The three of us know what's coming. Lisa is trembling. Love Insane, The Second "Have her take off her jeans." I nod to Lisa. She unbuttons, and bends at the waist. They are around her ankles before she realizes that she has to take her shoes off first. "Phew. She smells. What have you two been doing?" Lisa turns red, but remains bent over as she unties her shoes. The sales girl gets between us facing me and places a hand on my hip. "What have we got here? A little sex toy?" She says to me in a low voice. "And a dirty old man?" She squeezes my bicep. "You ARE a bit fit. Mind if I try her out?" I'm speechless for a moment. "Not at all." She has already shrugged off her jacket. Her perfume fills the room. "Your shirt." She says to Lisa after her shoes are off and she steps from her jeans. Lisa pulls her shirt off over her head. Her breasts are cupped in the sales girl's hands the moment they appear. She grabs Lisa's yellow thong with one hand from the front, working her fingers under the fabric where they're wettest, and pulls them down. "Phew! Smell that young cunt! You're a horny little thing, aren't you pussy?" Lisa nods in fear. "Yes." She answers timidly. The salesgirl stuffs the yellow panties deep into Lisa's mouth. "Hold these, pussy." Lisa moans. "We're going to have to do something about this gushing gash." She says, peeling off her black jacket. She gets down on her knees in front of Lisa, staring intently at her pussy. I see a line of liquid run down the inside of Lisa's legs. The sales girl sees it too, and her eyes widen. She reaches back to her foot and takes off her pointy heel. "First, we have to milk you some." She turns the shoe around. Lisa's hands reach for the girl's head, then she stops, not sure what to do with them. She moves her feet apart with little steps. Her gleaming cleft is right at the sales girl's chin. "Hands behind your back, pussy." She flips her shoe upside down and rubs the tip of the heel between Lisa's pussy lips. Nothing prepared her for that! Her hips wiggle uncontrollably. "You know," the sales girl says tipping her head to the side as she works Lisa into a frenzy. "I remember you from school, freshman." Lisa bows her head, and her straight hair falls to cover each side of her face. Split at the middle of her head like that, she looks like a little hippie chick. Her pelvis is out of her control as the shoe heel is inserted deep into her cunt and held firm. "Do you remember me?" "Esss." Lisa cries into her panties. They fall from her mouth. "You're Christine Bowman. You have...parties...uhhhh!" Her pussy squishes as she rocks into the shoe. Christine pulls the shoe away. She has to tug a bit at the suction, and pulls free with a slurp. Her fingers go to work frigging Lisa's dripping clit. She squirts cum instantly from her hot lathered channel. Christine tried to catch it in her mouth, but it goes right down the front of her shirt and onto her skirt instead. More like a squirt of piss than Lisa's previous orgasms. Her mouth covers Lisa's cunt and she begins to suck hard. Lisa's lips splay around her face when she nuzzles in nose first...I've never seen them drop this far out before! Lisa is jerking and shaking and can barely stand. Her hands move towards Christine's head, but she stops and holds them out in midair, fingers splayed. I can't take anymore of this, and pull my cock out and start wanking. She begins sucking Lisa's pussy clean, working down her legs with slurping lips. "Don't tell anybody...pleease." Lisa mumbles. "Hmm. Only if you promise to come to my next party. I have my own place now. You're both invited." She says, kissing and sucking Lisa's pubic hair. She notices my hard-on as my hand furiously works on it, and walks three steps on her knees. "I have an oral thing..." she says with a smile and takes my cock into her mouth. I place my hands on her head as she starts bobbing quickly. Lisa kneels down and hugs her from behind, cupping her breasts. "Yeah...suck my daddy's dick Christine! He likes that...he's going to make you his bitch too. Just like me." She kisses and sucks on her neck while she works my cock. "We'll both serve him, on our knees. Just like this. You'll get used to the beatings. I know I have." Christine is slamming her pussy slimed face onto my rigid pole with her eyes closed. Her body squirms while Lisa plucks at her tits through her purple shirt and finds her nipples. Lisa's words are making this bitch crazy! Her fingernails dig into my ass when Lisa tells her she'll get used to the beatings. I've got another easy lay on her knees in front of me! God this is great! I pull back and push her forehead away when I cum. My semen splashes all over her face in two big spurts, then a smaller third falls onto her breast. She now has Lisa's cum juice rubbed on her face, dripped down the middle of her chest, and my sperm all over her face and left tit. I just want to use these bitches for everything they're worth! Lisa kisses her cheek from behind, making sure to find a streak of my cum. Her hands go under Christine's shirt and yank her bra down. The are both looking up at me...a Natalie Portman look-a-like and a hippie girl young enough to be my daughter. She plays with Natalie's...I mean, Christine's nipples under the shirt. "Let's leave her like this daddy. Make her come looking for us. Force her to beg for it." I nod and take Lisa's hand and stand her up. Christine is looking up at me with her eyelids half shut with lust. I smack her face. She looks right back at me. I smack it again and push her over with my knee. Lisa spits on her. It lands on her temple and some in her eye. The girl blinks. I look in surprise, but Lisa just grins and winks at me, and starts putting on her jeans. I spit on Christine. She jerks a bit. It hits just below her eye, a bubbly froth on her cheekbone and nose. Lisa spits again too when she's dressed, on the poor girls lips. Christine just sticks her face out, inviting more. Lisa grabs her face in one hand. "You're gonna be my doggie girl!" She kisses her roughly, pushing spit into her mouth. A strand of saliva falls away when they're done. "Can I have a doggie daddy?" She smacks Christine's face over and over with an open hand, holding the tip of her chin, while she asks and I answer. "Yes pumpkin. You want this one?" Smack. Smack. Smack! Smack. "Hmm. Only if she follows us home. Give it your number." She is still smacking Christine in the face over and over. The girl's head is turning with each smack. Her hair is coming undone. She has wet eyes. A red face making her moles stand out. I'm not sure she knows where she is anymore. Her hand is pushing her skirt up and she rubs her pussy and spreads her knees while I write my number down. Lisa gets down and pulls the girls white panties down her legs and off, knocking her rubbing hand out of the way. She has dark leg stockings with no garter. "For you daddy." Lisa hands me the panties with a wet stripe down the middle, and picks up her own soaked yellow ones as we leave. I sniff the panties and drop them in one of our bags. Christine is trying to stand up in a daze the last time I look at her. Cum on her face and drips of fluid down her light purple shirt, no panties, skirt pulled up and a stocking yanked down her leg. Whips of hair escape her tight braid in the back. Natalie Portman looks like a train wreck. Realizing I'm sexually drained, I start thinking of what I can do with Lisa in the meantime. She gives me the answer. "I have to pee daddy." "Not now sweetheart. Let's go home first." A security guard comes up to us as we head for the exit. "Excuse me, can I have word with you two?" We walk to a dead area with him. "We've had some complaints about some inappropriate behavior." "I'm sorry officer. She has a 'problem'." Lisa's eyes dart to me and she fights back a smile. "Well, I'm afraid you can't come back here. Either of you. Can I get your names please?" "Her name is Lisa Sarnes." I answer quickly. She is shocked and turning red, but I can't tell if its embarrassment, or anger. It looks different, more like anger. I notice her jeans ride so low in the front you can see the two creases where her legs meet her pubic mound. "And your name?" "Bobby Sykes." "Can I see some I.D.?" "No!" I answer angrily. "Come on." I say to Lisa and walk away. "Don't come in here again! You'll be thrown out." He says walking behind us in escort. He leaves us alone in the parking lot. She is really mad at me. "You shouldn't have given him my real name!" I put the packages in the back seat of the SUV. She waits for me to open her door. I grab her arm and push her towards the grass instead. We are parked far out in a secondary lot. There is a line of dark bushes about six feet high, and a series of small maple trees, just planted with rope still holding them up. I unbutton her jeans and pull them down roughly. "Take them off." She looks around and does it, forgetting her shoes again. She bends over naked and undoes her shoes. I grab my cock through my jeans and squeeze it. Sore and drained, it still comes to life at the sight of that fresh young bubble butt on top of those long legs. I push her over to the mulch mound of one of the maple trees. "Piss." I order her. She goes to squat down. "No. Stand." And I turn her by the shoulders so she's facing the parking lot and the mall. People come and go looking for their cars in the distance, but can't really see us through the bushes. I think. It takes her a minute, but a steady stream of pee arches out of her slit. It cuts a hole in the mulch and muddy urine starts to run back between her legs into the grass. She widens her stance and pees for a long time. She holds her pussy lips back with her fingers and finishes with a few more squirts...looking at me for approval. "My my, baby doll really had to go, didn't she?" She just grins quickly and wipes herself clean with her hands, one after the other. "Leave them." I order when she reaches down for her pants. I lift open the back door of my SUV. She steps onto the pavement and walks to the back, waits a second to be sure, in plain view of everyone with only a white tank top on, and then climbs in and curls into a ball. I can imagine what her naked lower torso looked like from far away. I kiss her, and slip my middle and third finger into her exposed cunt...fucking her enough to get her wet, then suddenly stop. I pull the roll cover over her to hide her from view. She wiggles around in a beg for more, but keeps her eyes closed. Driving home I take the turns as sharp and fast as I can. I slam on the brakes at every stop. I get our bags from the backseat, and hear her stir. "Good night, fuck hole. I'll come get you if I get horny later." And I slam the door and hit the alarm lock. I go inside and do my best to forget about her for a while. But I keep smelling her on my fingers while I watch T.V., and I feel like I have a fever. Makes sense, because I sure am sick! * "Your vote encourages us to continue sharing our life with you..." -Vane and Lisa