by JJ Argus
Connie jerked her hand away and thrust forward. Ashley gave a gasp of pain and surprise as her sex lips were forced open and she felt the thick rubber phallus sink into her sex-tunnel.
"Oohhh God!!" she gasped, the dildo forcing its way deeper and deeper with each passing second as Connie ground her hips against the blonde's thighs.
"N-N-Nooo!! M-My... —My parentsss!"
Connie grabbed her head and squeezed her fingers tightly closed, locking the blonde in place as she crushed her lips down onto Ashley's. She mashed her lips from side to side, her tongue thrusting into the girl's oral orifice even as she let her full weight come down on the dildo and jammed it fully into Ashley's belly.
She felt the tightness of the girl's flesh around the dildo and ground her hips, rocking and humping as she twisted the dildo inside the girl's abdomen. Ashley groaned and spread her legs wider, then brought them up around Connie, gasping for breath as Connie's mouth sucked and licked and chewed at her mouth and throat.
Connie had never used the straps on the dildo before, had never fucked anyone like this. Still, she knew how it was done, it had been done to her a few times at least. She began to hump up and down, using her stomach muscles and knees to pump the dildo up and down Ashley's sex tube.
She did not raise herself up on her hands or elbows like Peter sometimes did. Instead she undulated her body, using hip movements to thrust the dildo again and again into the little blonde's sucking sex-box as she mashed their hot, sweating breasts together.
"Fucking little whore!" she panted in a low voice. "Do you like that? Do you like my big cock inside you? You do, don't you? Slut! Little slut!"
She slid her lips onto one hard, fat nipple and bit down, sucking furiously. Ashley yelped and then gritted her teeth, her fingers digging into the palms of her hands as she fought to quieten her responses. Connie was fucking the dildo up and down her pussy with steady strokes that made a rubber bump on the base grind across her clit.
Their lips closed together and Ashley's arms went around the older woman, grabbing Connie's hair, forcing the other woman down harder against her. Connie jerked free, gasping for breath as she rammed the dildo into the pit of Ashley's belly and rode upward along the slim young blonde's body until her fat tits were over the girl's face.
Ashley grabbed her hanging tits and sucked hard on one, squeezing both in her small hands as she grunted and moaned in pleasure. Connie slid a hand down onto the blonde's silky soft bottom and kneaded the sweet flesh, then fingered the little anal opening.
Panting excitedly, she wriggled a finger down into Ashley's anus, forcing it inside to the knuckle as the blonde moaned and whined in heated passion.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!' Ashley gasped.
The base of the dildo was mashing and grinding up against Connie's pussy as she humped into the blonde girl. She was on the verge of cumming, both from the physical sensations, and from the emotional high she was receiving from the sheer audacity of what she was doing.
She couldn't help thinking about Ashley's mother or father walking in and finding them like they were. The shock, the horror, the outrage.
She thrust faster, her eyes closing as she grimaced in effort. Then she came, shaking and convulsing atop the young blonde, ramming and twisting the dildo inside the hot little furnace between Ashley's thighs. Ashley moaned and whimpered, then came herself, the two of them rocking and thrusting and grinding together as their tongues and teeth gorged on each other's flesh.
"Slut." Connie groaned, lying heavily atop the young woman.
She stroked Ashley's hair, shoving it back out of her eyes, then kissed her all over her small face. She lifted herself above the blonde, holding the dildo inside her pussy.
She gripped Ashley's thighs, lifting her legs and pushing them back against the young girl's chest, resting her own chest atop them to crush the blonde in two. She began to pump again, using her hips more freely now, able to swing back and forth as she used her arms to support her.
Ashley gurgled in bliss as Connie began to draw the full length of the dildo down out of her pussy-pipe, then hissed as the woman forced it back inside, burying it inside her belly. It was similar to what she had seen Beacon do, but gentler.
"This the way you like it, Ashley?" Connie whispered. "You do, don't you?"
She worked it in and out, grunting with the effort as she used the full length of the dildo to fuck down into the quivering little blonde.
"Is this the way all the men fuck you? Is it?"
She pumped up and down with careful force, panting as she skewered the girl's upturned sex. She pushed Ashley's legs back down against her, straightening her arms so she could look down and watch the long, thick rubber cock as it slid in and out of Ashley's sex opening.
She fucked down harder and harder, pounding into the girl as she'd seen Beacon do the other day, driving the young blonde back into the mattress with the force of her savage thrusts.
But Ashley was more than merely warmed up now. She was wildly overheated with lust and excitement. She whined and gasped and panted as Connie thrust into her. The blonde's eyes lost their focus and she began to cum, her body jerking and twisting beneath the older woman as she humped up against the hammering rubber prick, bucking against Connie's thighs and hips.
Connie's hips rose and fell steadily, stroking the thick, rubber cock inside the younger woman's sizzling hot sex hole. Ashley's knees were pressed back against her heavy breasts, crushing them as her ass rose off the bed.
The big dildo pumped steadily inside her, sliding back and forth between her sex lips, rasping across her clit with almost painful force. Then she came again, weeping and grunting and moaning as exultant sexual gratification gripped her fragile body and sent it into convulsions of ecstasy.
Only then did Connie let her legs back down and pull the dildo out of her dripping sex. They lay together, kissing softly, nuzzling against one another, their hands stroking the softness of each other's skin.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Ashley sighed, at last.
Connie kissed her and rolled over. Ashley climbed out of bed, reaching for her nightshirt. Connie slapped her away.
"Go naked. I want to see your little ass when you walk out."
"But someone might wake up."
"So?"
"But - . "
"Maybe it'll be your dad and you'll give him a hard-on."
"That's disgusting!"
"Shut up or I'll spank you again. Now move."
Reluctantly, Ashley opened the door and slipped out into the hall, hurrying down the hall to the bathroom. She went to the toilet, then folded a bath towel around herself as she opened the door and started down the hall again. She almost screamed when Connie appeared from the stairwell.
"What are you doing out here?" she hissed, glancing quickly at her parents door.
"I missed your tight little pussy." Connie breathed, throwing her arms around the girl and kissing her.
"No! Get away!" Ashley hissed, struggling to escape the older woman.
"Shhhhh." Connie whispered.
They were right in front of Ashley's parents' door. Connie ripped the towel off the girl, who slipped and fell. Connie came down with her and held her as the blonde tried to rise.
Connie held the girl on her knees, shoving down on her back to force her to bend over. She jammed the girl down onto all fours as she pushed the head of her dildo against the blonde's bald little pussy opening.
"Stop it! We'll get caught!" Ashley gasped.
Connie ignored her, the possibility of getting caught only adding to her excitement. She thrust hard, burying the dildo in Ashley's hot, slick sex.
Ashley knelt helplessly in front of her, unable to pull free as the crazed woman behind her began to fuck her like a bitch in heat, ramming the dildo down her pussy tube with furious strokes. Ashley bit her tongue to keep from screaming as the sound of Connie's skin slapping against her buttocks filled the narrow corridor.
Connie's head throbbe
d with excitement. Adrenalin raced through her body. Her eyes were wide as she rutted against the young blonde. She was rough, and violent, her hands squeezing, twisting, her hips rutting and pounding.
She reached down and gripped the blonde girl's wrists, jerking them straight back along the sides of her body, using them like the handles of a wheelbarrow as she pounded her groin into the tight little butt before her.
She almost wanted Ashley's parents to open the door and find them. The wanton, bestial violence of her hard fucking was so deliciously perverted that she almost wished there were a movie camera trained on them to record it. Her hips pounded heavily into the lithe young blonde's ass while she drove the dildo deep into the tight little crevice between the girl's thighs.
She came, her eyes rolling as she arched her body and grunted in gleeful abandon. She continued to pound` into the hapless blonde's pussy as she arched her back and threw her head far back, hissing in pleasure as her body succumbed to wave after wave of ecstatic delight.
Only with her release did a little sanity return to her mind. She slipped the massive cock out of the blonde's slit and rose, gripping the girl by the hair and dragging her after her, down the hall to Ashley's room.
Once inside, she pushed the girl back onto the floor and buried the dildo in her pussy again, pumping her to a blistering orgasm.
* * *
The more time they spent together the more docile and obedient Ashley became. The girl not only wasn't terribly bright, she knew it, and had no self confidence. She was filled with insecurity and self doubt, asking Connie's opinion before the smallest act, whether it was what to wear or what to eat.
She had, Connie knew, received little attention from her parents, and seemed to grow more and more attached to Connie, willing to do anything to please. Her former sullen, snotty persona melted away in a gradually deepening infatuation and devotion to the older woman.
As for Connie, her initial pleasure at the nubile young woman's compliance with her lustful approach grew with Ashley's submissiveness. Long fed up with a husband who ignored her, Connie found her new lover's adoration gratifying and flattering.
And too, there was something so deeply satisfying about being in such complete control of another human being, of having a virtual slave to do her bidding, that she found herself resenting the girl's return to her home each evening.
Each morning Ashley came to her house, immediately stripped, then licked Connie into a succession of orgasms until her tongue and jaw were too tired to continue, then she would set about cleaning the breakfast dishes, doing the dusting, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, and gardening.
At noon, she would make Connie's lunch and then feed it to her as the older woman relaxed on the lounger by the pool. Connie liked, perhaps because of the cliche, to lie back and have Ashley feed her grapes and cherry's.
At first Ashley remained naked the entire day. Then Connie purchased sexy lingerie, tiny little G-strings, leather thong bikinis, filmy see through bras, and crotchless panties, and garter belts. She dressed the girl up like she was her very own barbie doll, though barbie never wore the kind of clothes Ashley did.
In addition to the lingerie, Connie bought a couple of teeny tiny bathing suits for the girl. One was a thong bikini, which revealed her sweetly rounded buttocks, and everything in front but her actual slit. The top was two small triangles that covered her nipples and little else.
She and Ashley went to the beach a few times and Connie got a kick out of the lustful stares the young woman got in her sexy suit.
She began thinking about how to deal with the problem of keeping the girl around her without bringing their affair to the attention of their families. She had come up with half a plan, when that so-called psychiatrist popped into the picture again.
Ashley had attached herself to him and let him use her because of her own belief in her lack of intelligence was reinforced and strengthened by the man for his own purposes.
Compared to the dreadful life of drudgery he had warned her lay ahead, his promises of a penthouse apartment and fast cars in exchange for a little sex with rich guys seemed like a good bargain.
Connie had little doubt he'd made the whole thing up. She doubted very much that he knew of any pimp who was willing to take on a girl like Ashley and pay her a thousand dollars a night as a call girl. Ashley just didn't have the sophistication and knowledge to be a high priced hooker. At best, she'd be one of those girls that hung around on street corners and were beaten if they didn't make their quotas.
Still, as her psychiatrist, Beacon could arguably make trouble for Ashley, especially with her parents. Ashley had never thought of the reverse, that she might be able to make trouble for Beacon. After all, who would believe anything she said?
After witnessing his treatment of the girl in her house, Connie knew he was little more than a sick bully, manipulating her vulnerable mind both for his own lust and perverse satisfaction. She wondered if it made him feel powerful to order her to have sex with a lot of men. Probably.
Well, she was going to take care of him but good. Ashley's room had been decorated by her parents for a little girl. It had chintz everywhere, except where it had lace. She slept in a cutesy pie bed with an overhead canopy. The canopy and bedspread were all lacy pink and white.
The room was filled with cutesy furniture, obviously intended for a girl younger than Ashley. It would make a perfect background for the little movie Connie intended to film. On the afternoon Beacon was supposed to come over she instructed Ashley to make sure she brought the man to her bedroom, where Connie would be hiding with her video camera.
Ashley dressed in a sweet little dress that was the next thing to a sailor suit. She even did her long hair in pig tails. Connie hid in the closet as she heard their voices approaching. Beacon seemed angry, his voice rising petulantly.
Then they were in the room and Connie pointed the camera out through the crack between the closet doors.
"Where the hell have you been all week, you little whore?"
"Nowhere." she replied meekly.
"I'll say nowhere. You missed two appointments with me!”
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry don't cut it, you slut!" he snarled. "I don't feel like playing with myself when there's hot pussy flesh like you going wasted."
His hand shot up between her legs and grabbed her crotch, squeezing tightly.
"I didn't want to have sex with you at your office any more," Ashley whined.
"What? Why the fuck not?"
"It made me scared."
"Scared? What the fuck have you got to be scared about? Everyone already knows you're a slut. I'm the one that has to be careful."
He took his hand out from between her legs and shoved her against the bed, bending her over. He jerked her skirt up above her hips and yanked her panties down.
"I don't like having a bad reputation. I don't want to sleep with those boys any more."
"Listen, you stupid little pussy, if you want me to get you a job with my friend Lionel, you better learn how to use this tight little slot of yours, yeah, and that asshole too, and your mouth."
He slapped his hand across her bottom with a sharp crack of noise, and Ashley cried out in pain.
“Don’t!”
“Don’t? I’ll do what I want to you, slut!”
He rained blows on her bottom as Ashley wailed and moaned and sobbed in what Connie assumed was pretended trauma.
"But I don't think I want to work for this Lionel guy. I don't want to be a prostitute, even if it does pay a thousand dollars a night," she wailed.
"What?!"
He gripped her hair and jerked her around then shoved her back hard against the bedside table. She cowered back as he glared angrily down at her.
"I thought I made it plain, even to someone of your limited intelligence, that you had no hope of ever getting any kind of decent job."
"But having sex for money is wrong."
"Fuck you!"
He slapp
ed her across the face, then grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it right down to the hem, tearing it in half. He shoved it off her and then grabbed her bra, tearing it open too.
"You stupid little twat! Do you think you're too good to charge for it? Christ, you've already balled half the guys you know for free!"
"I have not! Anyway, you told me I had to have sex with a bunch of guys."
"You do. You're a cheap lay right now, not worth the money. Now get on your back, bitch."
He slid his hands under her arms and lifted her, tossing her on her back on the bed. He dropped his pants and climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs.
He pressed his cock against her naked pussy hole and thrust brutally hard, jamming his cock into her in a single thrust. She gasped in pain, whining a little for effect as Beacon started rutting into her.
"Quit your whining, you slut, or I'll stuff it up your asshole like last week," he panted.
Beacon started groaning and gasping within two minutes, then sighed and stopped his pumping, pulling out and rolling off her.
"Do I have to sleep with a bunch of guys again this week?" Ashley whined.
"Yeah. That's the only way you're gonna get any good at it. Fuck twenty guys this week, all different. In fact, maybe you should get into a few gang bangs."
"Gang ba... "
"All you gotta do is go up to one of the fraternities, knock on the door and tell whoever answers that you want to get fucked. That way you can get screwed by twenty or thirty guys in the same night."
"I don't want to do that!"
"You do it bitch or I'll see you get institutionalized for the next two years!"
Beautiful, Connie sighed, smirking to herself as she caught every word and movement on tape.
Chapter Six
Ashley sat naked at her heels as Connie sat on the couch and reviewed the film. The blonde girl blushed several times when her or Beacon's movements brought her fat breasts or juicy pussy into view of the camera, but didn't say anything as Connie watched the tape intently.