Whoring the Daughter
(Mm+/f, teen, inc, best)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Carter was descended from Sanctified Brethren, country people who woke before sunrise and clambered out of bed, dressed in coveralls or print dresses that smelled of lye soap and took their porcelain chamber pots to the outhouse and emptied them and washed their faces in cold water from a steel basin and made porridge and corn bread for breakfast and after breakfast read a chapter of Scripture and said a prayer for their loved ones and the Prime Minister of Canada and then went to their work outdoors, sun or snow, raising cows, pigs, chickens, and corn and hay.

His stepdaughter shared none of those good qualities.

They all called her Lace, but her full name was Lacy Ann-Marie Geiger. Her friends began calling her that when she had taken up the absolutely stupid habit of shoplifting and wearing skirts over her pants, always with lace poorly stitched onto the hem of the skirt. She managed to get identified each time by the very fact that she wore the distinctive lace on her skirts! As a result, Lace had been in and out of juvenile hall since the age of ten. Debbie, Lace's mother, did everything she knew to do for her, but there was a bad seed in her that seemed impossible to change.

It appeared to be a classic case of a kid missing the influence of a father. Her natural father had been of no help at all, and most everyone attributed Lace's proclivities to his influence on her. Lace's mother had left her father when Lace was fourteen-years old on the advice of the social services department who believed him responsible for most of Lace's problems. Not quite three months after their divorce was final she had met Carter and they had married shortly thereafter.

Carter and Debbie had gotten along well from the start. Debbie had a tendency to be rather weak and indecisive where Lace was concerned and needed a strong man as a partner. Carter was just that, a stout 5'9, 175-lb. muscular man of simple ways and tastes who had grown up on his grandfather's farm and had taken it over upon his death. It had been a dairy farm at one time, but now the milking barn was used mainly for the storage of hay for the beef cattle and horses that Carter raised and sold at the market.

Debbie had enjoyed learning the farm life and was quite a bit of help to Carter, always eager to please him in all ways and captivated by his dominant charm and inner strength. Even Lace had seemed to adapt well to the new environment and seemed to respect and admire her new stepfather, who was obviously fond of her. Debbie had expressed to Carter her desire for him to be the father figure that Lace had so long been without, and Carter had accepted that task gladly and seemed to be doing a wonderful job. It was partly because of the closeness that Carter and Lace seemed to be developing and also because of Debbie's frustration with her, that after the repeated shoplifting incidents, Debbie had pleaded with Carter to do whatever he could to straighten out the young thief.

"I'm completely at a loss, Carter," Debbie sighed. "She's never listened to me or to anyone else, and if she gets caught trying anything like this again she'll get much more than a three month sentence, they've already said as much! Every time she comes back from those reform schools she seems wilder than ever... I just don't know what to do with her!"

"She needs discipline, Debbie. She's never really had it from anyone. I'm not criticizing you, but you're just too sweet and meek, and can't stand to see her unhappy about anything. I'm not sure you can stand to see her get the discipline she really needs. Most people confuse discipline with punishment. She should be punished, but what she needs is discipline, I'm tell you."

"I know... I'm not sure I can either. But I trust you, Carter. I trust you, and I know that Lace cares enough for you that she will respond to you and the discipline you can give her. Please do what you can... whatever it takes. Please? You'd be good for her, Carter, and you know it."

"If that's what you want, Debbie, but I must tell you that I will have to do it MY way. Lace needs more than traditional discipline; she needs something to keep her her mind off of the thrill of shoplifting, and something to fill the emptiness that she feels inside. I can provide what she needs, but it will be an unusual approach; one that you must accept and trust me with entirely."

"Anything, Carter. Whatever it takes, please do it. If there are parts of it you don't feel I can handle, then keep them from me, but do whatever you can, however you can do it. I promise that if Lace comes to me that I will explain to her that you have my complete support in everything you are doing, no matter what it is."


After their discussion, Lace's relationship with her stepfather began to change. It was a gradual change, one carefully planned and guided by Carter, and so natural that Lace was completely unaware that there was anything planned about it. She only knew that she was growing closer and closer to him both emotionally and physically. She was becoming more and more aware of inner strengths and qualities in her stepfather that were drawing her to him more closely with each passing day. If at one point she had resented his advice and instruction, she now began looking forward to it, coming to him often to discuss things that were bothering her, accepting corrective feedback from him without animosity, honestly interested and concerned about what he thought.

There were times now when their eyes met and Lace could feel something very deep inside her being touched gently, yet firmly. It was a strange emotion for Lace, a crazy mixture that she couldn't really understand, but which seemed to be made up of love, fear, passion and trust. There was a sensuousness developing between them that was different from anything she had experienced with the young boys she had known, and yet there had been no real physical contact between the two of them. Carter often hugged her, of course, and when she offered her lips to him he would kiss her there softly... but he never prolonged the kiss nor allowed his hands to roam over her young body. Carter's reluctance to try her limits was something which had surprised Lace from the start. She knew he must surely find her attractive. All the men did, and she often caught him watching her at times when her legs or breasts were a bit more exposed than they might usually be. Lace had heard tales about stepfathers from the girls in juvenile hall, and fully expected Carter to try to take advantage of her young charms. He never had, in spite of the fact that Lace had purposely teased him with her young body from time to time. Standing a diminutive 5'0, 100-lbs., with a huge 32D-cup chest, she certainly had the equipment to turn heads, even at fourteen. As she grew closer to Carter, Lace began wanting him sexually as she had never wanted any man. The desire burned so hotly inside her that she wondered if her mother was aware of it, or if Carter could see it when he looked at her. A day never passed now that Lace didn't lay in her bed in her room, rubbing her little clit and fantasizing about her strong, handsome stepfather taking her naked body in his arms and filling her with his cock.

It wasn't as if there were no other men in Lace's life. There were a couple of the local guys that Lace dated from time to time. They were as different as two men could be, Mark the virile athletic type, resplendent in is black leather biker's outfit, and Bob (or Robert, as his mother called him... God, how Lace hated that), who was the upper-class type - college-bound, his success assured by his family's connections. Mark's parents could care less who he dated, or what he did, as long as they weren't bothered any more than absolutely necessary. Bob's parents were embarrassed by his interest in Lace and did all they could do to try to persuade him to turn his romantic attentions elsewhere.

Lace was having sex with both of them whenever it was convenient; more often with Mark simply because he would take her wherever he could, while Bob seemed to prefer more secluded and romantic surroundings, which weren't always easily available to them. Lace's mother had made sure that she was taking the pill, but until recently, Carter had made no mention of her activities with the two boys. When he finally brought it up, Lace was a bit surprised by what she heard.

"Lace, I know that you are sexually active with your young friends. I also know that you are on the pill, which is good, but from now on you will come to me after your dates and let me check you over to make sure that you are protected as much as possible. Your mother and I are proud of your development into a young woman and merely want to make sure that you develop in the proper way."

"You want to check me over?" Lace asked, a bit confused.

"Yes, I'll wait up for you, to make sure that you are returned home safely. Then you will come to me and remove your clothing and I will examine you to be sure there has been no damage done to you which might require medical attention."

Lace had never been more excited in her life as she was when she thought about standing nude in front of Carter, allowing him to examine her body after having been on dates. Would he fuck her when he did that, she wondered? Would she have intercourse with Mark or Bob, and then come home to be used once more by her handsome stepfather? As she thought about all the possibilities she felt her heart pounding within her chest and could feel her nipples hardening under the shirt she was wearing. She swallowed hard before replying to her stepfather.

"You're so sweet! I still have so much to learn about sex. Actually, I'm glad you care enough to want to protect me. Thanks!" She threw her arms around Carter's neck, hugging him tightly and loving the feel of her breasts as they pushed against his broad, manly chest. Carter's arms wrapped around her and he pulled her to him in a way he had never done before, her crotch being pulled tightly to his big cock, which was now swelling and pressing against her soft belly. Suddenly he released her and pushed her away.

"Now," he said smiling, holding her at arms length, "you get to bed. We'll talk about all of this another time."

Lace retired to her bedroom obediently that night and stood for quite some time in front of the full length mirror on her closet door, examining her ripe young body and imagining what it would be like to present it to Carter. Her hands roamed over her ripe breasts, teasing her nipples to their full hardness. Her right hand slid down her flat belly and through the soft, sparse pubic hair to her throbbing clit and wet soft lips. Staring into her eyes, her peripheral vision taking in the remainder of her nakedness, Lace moved her hips hotly against her intruding fingers, hunching lewdly as she thought about her handsome stepfather and the earlier feel of his big cock pressing against her. I wonder how big it is, she asked herself. When she came, her orgasm seemed to run on forever, as if it would never end, and she covered her mouth with her left hand, afraid she might scream her passion into the dark house.

Later as she tossed and turned in the big bed, Lace thought about how lucky she was to have Carter for a stepfather. She would do whatever he asked of her, no matter what it was. The emptiness she had felt so deeply in the past was being filled now, and it was wonderful beyond words. The possibility still existed that she might disappoint him in some way, she knew that. She seemed pretty good at making mistakes sometimes, but she would make that up to him if it happened, no matter what she had to do. Her hand slid between her legs once more, her fingers toying with her clit and sliding between the lips of her sex again. Yes... yes, Carter. Whatever you say, whatever you wish, anything!


The cool night air blew Lace's long hair back as they rode through the streets, the big Honda Shadow throbbing between her thighs. She gripped Mark tightly with her legs and arms, her head resting against the black leather jacket he wore. She had no idea where they were going, and really didn't care. She knew that before the night was over Mark would be on top of her, pumping his young meat into her with a ferocity that no one else had been able to match. Bob certainly couldn't, although his tender approach to lovemaking (as he called it) did have its appeal at times. She might have to spend a part of the evening watching Mark shoot pool with his friends before he would get around to having his way with her, but she didn't mind that. Since that first time, when Mark had taken her into the backroom at the Angel's Rider Club and had bent her over the oil drum and fucked her little ass like a dog from behind, they had never failed to do it at least once when they were on a date, and if she had to watch some pool playing first, that was okay with her. As she thought about what was sure to lay ahead of her that evening, Lace let her hand slide to Mark's crotch, and rubbed his thick cock through the conforming black leather pants. She loved to touch him like that, to wrap her fingers around the bulge in his left pants leg. It was always there, never in the right leg or pressed against his belly, but always angled to the left, always large enough and firm enough to find easily and to enjoy. She slid her small fingers back and forth over the cool, slick leather, her thumb and forefinger slipping briefly over the prominent rim of his big cock head before sliding back down the shaft once more. As she continued stroking Mark, Lace thought about her step- father, wondering if his cock was large like Mark's or somewhat smaller like Bob's. She had tried to be in the right place at the right time on several occasions, hoping to catch a glimpse of Carter with his cock exposed, but had so far been unsuccessful. Would tonight be the night she would see it for the first time? God!... she hoped so! All she had been able to think about for the last few days was what Carter had said to her about "checking her" after her dates, and now as she and Mark rode along and she stroked his thick cock with her hand, she felt her tiny bikini panties soaking up her juices as she grew wetter and wetter.

Lace had always been fascinated by cocks. Her natural father had always kept some dirty magazines in his dresser drawer, and when there was no one else around Lace would slip them from their hiding place and look at the men in them, their big dicks so long and thick and angry looking. She liked to look at the women too, and had always wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman "there," as some of the pictures showed. When she played with herself she would remove her wet fingers from her sex and put them in her mouth, sucking the juices, pretending in her mind that it was another woman's juices she was tasting, rather than her own. She found the taste pleasant, actually, certainly more pleasant than the cum that men expected her to take into her mouth. But the cum did come from cocks after all, and that made all the difference. She would take anything that came from a cock and love it, that's how much she loved them. Lace's fascination with cocks also extended to the farm animals. Not long after they had moved to the farm, Lace had witnessed a stallion and a mare coupling in the field. She couldn't believe the size of the black horse's cock! It seemed at least three feet long, and thicker than her upper arm, maybe even bigger! Watching the big black stallion mount the mare from behind and pump into her with that monstrous dick had made Lace hot, and she had laid in the hay in the barn afterward and played with herself, thinking about the huge horse dick she had just been privileged to see.

Mark downshifted and turned the bike hard to the left, awakening Lace from her reverie. He had turned onto Station Park Drive, and was now heading up the hill toward the picnic shelters. Passing the first two shelters, Mark slid the bike to a halt at shelter number three and pulled Lace from the bike roughly. The shelter was dark, only dimly lighted by the light from the dusk to dawn light at shelter number two, and Lace stumbled along behind Mark until he reached a table in the center of the shelter. He lifted her, setting her down on the table and pushing her back onto her back, pushing her short leather miniskirt up to her waist and tugging the tiny panties down her legs.

"Damn, baby... you were about to make me cum my fuckin pants! I don't know what's got you so fuckin hot tonight, but if you need some dick, you're about to get it!" he said hotly, spreading her legs open and pulling her to the edge of the table.

Lace was somewhat puzzled by the rough way in which Mark was taking her, unaware that she had been pumping his hard cock for all she was worth as her mind had roamed earlier on the bike. But she made no effort to stop him, finding his urgency nothing more than a match for the heat she was feeling herself. She wrapped her legs around his leather clad body, bracing herself for the entrance of his thick meat into her more than ready hole. Quickly unzipping his pants, Mark struggled to remove his thick eight-inch cock and reached forward with his left hand to hold Lace's sweetness open in readiness for his entrance. His fingers pushed her slick lips apart and he moved forward, pressing the big head of his dick into her with one long and hard plunge. Lace gasped in pain, feeling the huge cock slamming into her. She grasped the table under her with her hands, trying to steady herself against this onslaught, and tightened her thighs, trying to hold Mark inside her. But she was no match for his strength, and Mark pulled back, his cock moving outward and then slamming home once more. Over and over he plunged into her, his heavy balls slapping her ass as he rammed her with his hard fuck meat. Almost before she was aware of what was happening, Lace found herself exploding in orgasm, her thighs jerking against her young lover, her orgasm coursing through her slim body. She grunted hotly as she hunched her hips back up at Mark, and was only vaguely aware that he was now spurting into her, his cock jerking as he released his load of hot cum into her trembling pussy. Lace clenched her vaginal lips, milking Mark's withering cock until he finally removed it from her, wiping the head against her thigh and tucking it back into his pants. She lay back on the table, panting and resting, unaware that Mark had walked back to the bike. Hearing it start with a roar, Lace jumped from the table and pulled her panties back up under her skirt, running to the bike and throwing her leg over it and wrapping her arms around him once again before he roared off.

The rest of the evening passed slowly for Lace. Normally she would have had the anticipation of Mark taking her sexually to make it more palatable, but she realized quite correctly that her one fuck for the night had already taken place. Finally their date had ended and Mark had dropped her off at the farm, roaring away before she ever got to the front door of the house.

Just as he had promised, Carter was waiting for her in the living room upon her arrival, watching tv from his favorite chair. He was still fully dressed, and smiled warmly at Lace as she entered the room.

"Hello, young lady!" he said pleasantly, "And how was your date?"

Lace tossed her purse down on the table and slid the jacket from her shoulders.

"It was fine... just about like usual. I like Mark, even though sometimes I get bored with him and his friends. But, I had fun."

"I'm glad you had fun. Do you remember our conversation of the other night?" Carter asked.

"Yes, I do," Lace answered quietly. "You want to check me now? Here?"

"Yes, Lace, let's do it now," Carter said, folding his hands in his lap.

"Uh... okay, if that's what you want," Lace said, moving in front of Carter and slowly unbuttoning the blouse. She seldom wore a bra, her fat young tits retained their firmness without it. She slid the blouse from her shoulders, blushing a bit as she watched Carter's eyes take in the beauty of her large-sized breasts. She unzipped the skirt in back and slid it down her legs, stepping out of it and tossing it to the floor beside her. Carter's eyes were now running up and down her long legs, exploring, savoring her soft curves. Lace swallowed hard and hooked her fingers in the waist-band of the tiny panties, tugging them downward and stepping from them, tossing them in the pile formed by her blouse and skirt. Unsure what to do with her hands, she simply clasped them together in front of herself and waited.

"Good. Now open your legs a bit wider, Lace," Carter instructed.

Lace moved her right foot to the right, opening her legs a bit wider, feeling her face flush and her sex growing wetter.

"Yes, that's it. Now, clasp your hands behind your back," Carter said evenly.

Lace moved her hands behind her, clasping them in the small of her back, aware of the way it made her breasts push outward when she did that. Carter moved to the edge of his seat in front of her and looked at her naked body, taking his own sweet time and observing every visible part of her up close.

"Did your young friend penetrate you tonight, Lace?" Carter asked, matter of factly.

Lace blushed and grew more excited, thinking about the hard fucking that Mark had given her on the picnic table earlier.

"Yes, he did, Carter," she replied, hoarsely.

"Did he enter you in your mouth, or your pussy, or your asshole, Lace?" Carter asked, looking into her eyes.

"In my... uh... in my pussy, Carter... this time," Lace replied, embarrassed.

"You will call me sir when you answer my questions, Lace," he said, seriously.

"Yes, sir," Lace replied meekly.

"Did he cum inside your pussy also, Lace?" he asked.

"Yes, he did... sir."

"You said, 'this time.' Does he also cum in your other holes at times, Lace?"

Lace swallowed hard. She had never told anyone about the things that Mark did to her... or Bob for that matter. "Yes, sir. He sometimes spurts into my mouth, but never in my, my... well, back there. Wouldn't that be really painful, sir? I mean, he's really big down there."

Carter reached out and slid one finger slowly between Lace's wet vaginal lips, opening them as he looked closely at them.

"Well, some women come to love being penetrated in their asses, Lace. Some even prefer it that way and cum harder that way than any other. I feel sure you will come to love it that way as well in time." He slid his middle finger into her wet opening, moving it around slowly within her.

Lace closed her eyes tightly, embarrassed but tremendously excited by Carter's touch and his talk.

"I have so much to learn, but I want to learn, really I do," she said.

"Yes, I know you do, Lace, and learn you will, I'll see to that," he said evenly, his finger continuing its prodding.

"Your nipples grow quite hard when you are touched in this way, don't they, Lace?" Carter asked.

"Yes sir. My nipples are very sensitive. Sometimes Mark sucks them and bites them, and it feels really good," she replied honestly. She could hardly believe that it was so easy to talk about these things with Carter, but it was. He seemed to understand her so well!

Carter withdrew his finger and held it in front of his face, looking at it intently. Lace looked at it also, and saw the juices covering it, and blushed even more deeply. Carter placed it in his mouth and sucked it, cleaning it as she watched, his eyes fixed on hers as he licked it clean.

"That will be all, Lace," Carter said, leaning back in his seat and crossing his hands in his lap once more.

Lace looked at him, her mouth opening with consternation. She had assumed there would be more than this. She had thought; but she knew that it was over. This examination had ended and there would be no more for tonight. Somewhat disappointed, but still excited by exposing her naked body to Carter, Lace picked up her clothes and turned to leave the room. Stopping before she reached the door to the hallway, she stopped, and turning back toward Carter, said, "Thank you, sir, for checking me."

"You're welcome, Lace. Sleep well," he replied.

Lace walked up the stairs naked, still unsure what to make of her examination, and still perplexed by her stepfather's failure to take her as Mark had done earlier. She would have allowed him to do just that, in fact she had wanted him to do it. Couldn't he tell that? Should she have asked him to do it to her? What had she done wrong? She bathed herself quickly, cleaning her body and drying herself off with the big terry-cloth towel before laying naked between the cool sheets. Perhaps he will come to me in the night, she thought. Perhaps he will come to me and teach me how to accept him in my ass. I will sleep with my legs open, ready for him, in case he does come to me. He can have me however he chooses, anyway, anytime. The young, naked stepdaughter's hand moved between her legs once again, and when it had finished its happy work there and had been cleaned by her hungry mouth it rested on her stomach, sleeping with her and dreaming of things to come. The handsome stepfather's failure to take her sexually as she hungered for him to do. He did continue 'checking her' after her dates, and she loved it as much as ever, but it seemed that Carter was never going to plunge into her with his own cock. Once or twice she had brazenly held his hand against her pussy and ground her hips against it, hoping that her heat would arouse him to the point that he could control himself no longer; though Carter had appeared pleased by her actions, he had made her stop both times before she could bring herself to orgasm. If Lace's mother was aware of the sexual desire Lace felt for Carter, or even of her being 'checked' after each date there was no evidence of it. Debbie seemed more than content with Carter's handling of the young girl, and the calm that Lace's improved behavior had brought to their home. Whatever method Carter was using it was certainly working, and that was the important thing.

There was no question that Lace's affection for Carter had much to do with her new ability to stay out of trouble, but living on the farm helped as well. Carter kept her busy with farm chores when she wasn't dating or doing schoolwork, and as the school year drew to a close there would be more and more hours spent caring for the animals that shared the farm with them. Lace had grown fond of her chores, and more especially of the animals she cared for. She gave each of them names, learning their particular mannerisms, and developing a rapport with them which was interesting to observe. Her main duty was the feeding and grooming of the large animals, the cattle and horses, and while she was at first a bit hesitant around them, over time she came to trust them and they her. The horses were her favorites, and Lace treated each of them like like a show horse, brushing and combing their manes, keeping them clean, well fed and well exercised. She loved watching them breed, and as the mares gave birth, Lace watched over the young foals as if they were her own children.

Carter enjoyed watching Lace take such an interest in the animals. He saw the fondness which she felt for them, and had noticed her particular attachment for the horses. As school ended and the summer months wore on, Carter allowed Lace more and more of the responsibility for their care, instructing her in administering the medication they often required, even showing her how to clean the stallions' large cocks before they were allowed to perform their stud duties with neighboring farmer's mares.

Lace tried not to let Carter notice her fascination with the huge cocks, but she came to love the opportunity to wash them and care for them. She made it a part of her daily routine with her favorite horses, not waiting until they were to be with a mare, but cleaning them each afternoon, watching them grow so long and hard, and rubbing her small hands up and down the full length of them. On one occasion the big black stallion that Lace had come to think of as her own had ejaculated while she rubbed him, spewing an unbelievable amount of warm cum in seemingly endless streams as she rubbed him up and down his shaft. Lace had stared open-mouthed at the spectacle, shocked but pleased at what she had made happen. As she stared at the pools of horse cum there in the straw, she wondered just how much it would be like the cum that she had so often taken from Mark's cock. Would it feel like his cum on her skin? Would it taste like his? There was so much of it! What would it be like to feel it shooting into her, long gush after long gush pouring into her mouth or her cunt? Such thoughts embarrassed Lace, but excited her as well, and she had moved back into the corner of the stall and had rubbed her wet pussy hotly, staring at the still hard cock and the puddles of warm horse semen. She felt so depraved, fingering herself there in front of the stallion, thinking about his cock and his cum, but never had she felt so much passion course through her body. Surely it would be impossible to take such a huge cock into herself. Still Lace thought about it as she masturbated. Could she stretch that wide? How much of its length could she take? How could she position her body to allow the huge animal to fuck her? Suppose he tried to put the whole thing into her - would he harm her, or perhaps keep her from ever being able to have babies? Maybe she would just lick the head sometime and let him spray her face. She could keep her mouth open if she wanted, and taste him. Or she could close it if it got to be too much, letting the warm semen splash against her face and run over her breasts and stomach. Lifting her hips from the straw and plunging her fingers rapidly between her wet lips, Lace came strongly, grunting and moaning, staring at the big black stallion as waves of passion washed over her. When it was over she fell back weakly, lying there amazed at what she had just done. What would people think if they knew what she had been thinking? What would Carter think of her? Would it make him never want to have her sexually? Or would it make him want her even more? All these questions and more had run through the young girl's mind as she rested there, trying to sort out her emotions and reconcile them with the deep hungers and needs inside her.

Unknown to Lace, Carter had been very much aware of his stepdaughter's actions. He had happened upon her just as the stallion was coming, and had stepped back into the shadows to see just what her reaction would be. It had been incredibly exciting to watch her, and he had taken out his big cock and stroked it as he saw her fascinating response. His own orgasm had occurred almost simultaneously with hers as he had watched her lifting her hips and working her fingers hotly inside herself. Perhaps he had underestimated the passion that lived within the slim girl's body. He hadn't wanted to rush her sexually, hadn't wanted to frighten her or push her away from him. But after seeing the heat in her reaction to the horse's eruption, he began to realize that was extremely unlikely.

Slipping unobserved from the shadows and through the door of the barn, Carter walked back toward the house re-evaluating Lace's development. Perhaps she was indeed ready for more from him. Yes, perhaps now was the time. her dates with Bob. They weren't as exciting sexually as the ones with Mark, but Bob was much more considerate and liked to do a variety of interesting things, which was a pleasant contrast to Mark's more narrow approach to life. If nothing else it was nice to be able to dress up a bit, to wear a dress occasionally rather than the tight jeans that Mark usually expected her to have on.

As she prepared for her date with Bob, Lace thought about the difference in the clothes she had to choose from now and the ones she had owned prior to her mother marrying Carter. Debbie had always had such conservative tastes, and would never let Lace buy anything that was really in style or what Lace considered to be really pretty. But Carter took Lace on all her shopping trips now, partly to make sure she didn't shoplift, but also because he enjoyed watching her try on different outfits, and was pleased that she respected his opinion about what she should buy. Unable to change Debbie's clothing tastes much so far, Carter had really enjoyed helping Lace choose her clothes. Lace trusted his judgment completely, and where her closet had once been stocked with long, full dresses and loose fitting slacks and blouses, now it was full of much sexier and more fashionably sexy clothes, and plenty of them. Carter seemed to have a particular preference for tight fitting short skirts and dresses, which Lace had to admit she did look wonderful in, and had even influenced her taste in lingerie, encouraging her to wear garter-belts and stockings rather than the pantyhose that so many other women seemed to prefer. They were a bit of a bother at times, but Lace did enjoy the way they made her feel so sexy when she wore them, and the ease with which she could open herself to Bob or to Carter when she returned from her dates. Carter amused her when they went shopping. She had more lingerie now than she could ever hope to wear, especially the garter-belts, but he insisted on buying her more each time they shopped. It was never enough that she try them on in the store for him either, once they got back home he always made her try them all on again, often specifying which pair of high heels for her to wear, and having her turn slowly in front of him and sometimes even walk back and forth across the room as we watched. One one occasion he had returned from town with a bag full of nothing but panties for her. There had been at least two dozen pair, and she had obediently modeled each pair for him, giving him ample time to see them on her from all angles before sliding them off and putting on yet another one.

Sitting on the edge of her bed and slid the tan stocking up her right leg, smoothing it as she went before attaching it to the clip of the garter-belt, Lace smiled at her handsome stepfather's obvious delight in her young body. She loved for him to look at her, and even though there was at least a chance that Bob would make love to her tonight, it was not his attentions that excited her most, but the opportunity to present herself once again to Carter upon her return. He seemed to be growing more and more amorous toward her with each passing day, leaving his fingers inside her longer when he checked her young pussy, and letting his hands slide over her breasts and legs more sensuously, touching nearly every inch of her during his examinations. Shaking her head from side to side in an attempt to drive her thoughts of Carter from her long enough to finish dressing, Lace stood and slid the tight dress over her head, tugging it down over her ripe young frame. She chuckled softly as she thought about her naked breasts. In all the time that Carter had been buying lingerie for her he had never bought her a single bra. She surely didn't need them; her breasts, while full, were quite firm enough to stand high and proud on her chest without any help of that sort. But she had to wonder how many other girls her age had a lingerie drawer stocked as like hers. The doorbell rang, and Lace heard Carter letting Bob into the living room. What a difference in Mark and Bob. Normally Lace would have been ready for at least thirty minutes before Mark would ever arrive, and the only announcement of his presence would be the roar of his bike in the driveway outside the house. There was certainly much to be said for someone with his manners, even if his lovemaking was a bit routine and boring at times.

As the young couple drove away, Lace slid over closer to Bob, sliding her dress up nearly to the tops of her stockings and placing her hand high on his thigh. He smiled at her warmly and placed his hand on her leg, massaging the stocking-clad flesh and working his way almost too slowly toward the top of her leg. Responding to his touch, Lace closed her eyes and lay her head on his shoulder. She wondered if he knew that he could stop the car at that very moment and do whatever he wanted to with her. As much as she would enjoy the nice dinner and the movie they would see following it, she wanted and needed more than anything to be in the arms of a man tonight. Sliding her hand up Bob's thigh she found his small cock and rubbed it gently, feeling it begin to respond. Maybe she should suggest that they just park somewhere and forget dinner and the movie. But she had tried that before and had been disappointed by his lack of enthusiasm. No, she would have to wait and hope that he would want and need her as much as she needed him. Opening her legs and taking Bob's hand in hers she slid it past the top of her stocking and over her naked inner thigh pressing it against her wet pantied crotch and wishing he would slide his fingers under the edge and finger her. But it was not to be, as he merely patted her and put his hand back on the wheel, turning the car into the parking lot of the restaurant.

It was quite a nice restaurant, and Lace felt the eyes of the other diners on her as they walked to their table. She and Bob made an attractive couple, but she knew that it was her on which those eyes were focusing and it made her nipples grow even more rigid under the tight dress. Bob did most of the talking during dinner, which was just as well since Lace's mind was filled with thoughts about sex. She tried to hide her impatience, but it seemed as if they would never get through eating. At one point Lace had slid her high heel off and toyed with Chucks leg under the table with her stocking-clad foot. She wanted to feel it pressed against his crotch, but Bob had smiled and moved it back to the floor when she had tried to put it there. The older man at the table to their left had watched all that happen, and Lace smiled an embarrassed smile at him as Bob pushed her foot away. She wasn't ashamed of her passionate nature, she just wished that Bob would take advantage of it. Finally dinner was over, and as they walked back out to the car, Lace finally decided to suggest they go somewhere other than the movie.

"Are your Mom and Dad home?" she asked, taking his arm and laying her head on his shoulder.

Bob laughed quietly, glancing down at his friend. It wasn't the first time she had asked him that question, and he knew exactly why she was asking.

"They were going out tonight. You don't want to see the movie?" he asked.

"Whatever you want is okay, but I'd really like to be alone with you," she replied.

"We can watch a movie on tv if you like," he said. "We'll go to a movie next week."

Lace smiled warmly. For some reason she especially needed sex tonight, and the prospect of sitting through the long movie in the theater with Bob absent-mindedly playing with her had been such a frustrating one.

Later, in the darkened living room of Bob's house, Lace lay with her head in his lap, the tight dress raised to her waist. Her feet were flat on the couch, her legs opened, her panties moist from the heat she felt inside them. Bob ran his fingers through her hair with one hand, and stroked the inside of her thigh lightly with the other, his forearm pressed against her pubic bone, his upper arm resting against Lace's fat left breast.

While her head was turned toward the flickering light of the television, her mind was on the bulge she could feel pressing against the back of her head under Bob's pants and on the burning need she felt to take him inside her. She felt his cock make a tiny jerk and smiled at the realization that he was beginning to respond to her. Ever so slowly she pressed her hips upward, straining to rub her hardening clit against his forearm. She felt him press back down at her and hunched back upward more openly, wishing to encourage him. He pressed back harder, sliding his hand down her thigh even closer to her wet crotch and Lace began letting her hips rise and fall hotly, humping herself against his arm.

Lace could feel Bob's hardness complete now under her head, and would have gladly rolled over onto her stomach and pressed her face to his crotch taking him deeply into her mouth. She would have kept her legs opened to him, and he could have fingered her bottom any way he wished while she sucked his cum into her. But Bob wasn't inclined to appreciate Lace's enjoyment of oral sex that much. Maybe it was his knowledge of her relationship with Mark and the conviction that she just as eagerly fell to her knees in front of him, but whatever it was he preferred to lay between her legs and take her pussy (like married people do it, he always said). Reaching down and taking Bob's hand in hers she slid it to her crotch, pressing his fingers against her wet panties. Bob slid his fingers up and down her slit, touching her clit firmly the whole time with some part of his moving hand. Lace moaned softly and continued hunching her hips upward hotly, loving the feel of him touching her. She kept her hand on top of his, guiding his strokes and before long feeling the accumulation of her juices on his fingers as they leaked through the crotch of the thin panties. Stopping him for a second, she pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, allowing him total access to her naked slit, and groaning as his fingers slid between her trembling lips. Bob really wasn't very good at fingering her, but at the same time his unstudied approach made it impossible to guess what he would do next, and that in itself was often exciting. Lace was so turned on by now that anything he had done would have pleased her, just as long as he kept it up. Finally he pressed his thumb into her, the top of it pressing against her clit, and Lace turned her head to look at him, moaning again and rubbing her right breast with her hand.

"Make love to me, Bob," she breathed hotly. It would have been "fuck me, Mark!" had she been with her other friend, and quite possibly if she had been with ANY man other than Bob, but she knew better than to talk like that to him.

"Please do it, I want you so much, Bob!" she breathed.

Bob pulled his finger out of her and slurped it between his lips. Lace sat up, to allow him to change positions, and when he had risen from the couch, she scooted backward, laying her ripe young body on the couch again, her right foot moving to the floor, her left leg rising to lay across the back of the couch. She would have preferred taking off the panties, but Bob was always afraid his parents would come home and interrupt them and that her panties would be left behind as evidence of their sin. Lace watched her handsome young lover unzipping his pants and reaching inside to retrieve his now hard and throbbing cock. Reaching between her lewdly opened legs, she pulled the crotch of her panties to the side again, exposing herself and making his task as easy as she possibly could. Bob knelt on the couch, guiding his shaft with his left hand and supporting himself on the back of the couch with his right. He probed awkwardly, the slick head of his young cock pressing here and there, trying his best to find the center of her opening. Lace finally reached to help him, and taking the hot shaft in her hand pressed it to just the right place, hunching herself upward to aid his entrance. Her mind screamed its pleasure to her as the intruder made its way deeper and deeper into her moist opening. Yes! This was what she had been hungering for all night long, what she needed and wanted so desperately! Reaching for Bob's waist, Lace wrapped her legs around him, pushing herself upward toward him as he began moving in and out of her.

The glare of the headlights illuminating the darkened room preceded the sound of the car in the driveway as Bob's parents arrived home earlier than expected.

"Damn! They're home!" he exclaimed, pushing Lace's grasping legs away from him and removing his now deflating cock from her still hungry sex. Lace's hand flew to her clit and she rubbed it hotly as Bob rose from the couch, shoving himself back into his pants.

"Get up! Pull your dress down! They're home!" he whispered desperately. "Lace!! Hurry!"

Overcome with frustration, Lace tore her hand away from her needy sex and swung her legs to the floor, tugging at the dress to pull it back down in an acceptable manner. Bob fell heavily to the couch, putting his arm around her just as his Mother called out to them from the kitchen. Their close call at being caught discouraged Bob from trying anything further that evening, even though Lace had pleaded with him to take her to the overlook on the way home. There would be other times, he said, no need to push their luck when it was this late already.

Kissing him goodnight sweetly on the porch outside the farm house, Lace outwardly tried to appear understanding. Inwardly her frustration still burned hotly, and she was angry that she had been deprived of the pleasure she hungered for so deeply. Entering the living room and finding her stepfather awaiting her as usual, Lace tried to hide the emotions that coursed through her and assumed that she was successful. She was not.

Smiling at his young stepdaughter as she walked across the room, Carter could tell immediately that the evening had been a disappointment to her. He had seen that look on her face before, usually after dates with Bob. He looked up and down her attractive body, assuming correctly from the wrinkled nature of her dress that there had at least been some rather exciting foreplay.

"Hello, young lady." he said warmly. "My you look lovely in that dress, you don't wear it much anymore."

Lace smiled back at her handsome stepfather. "Well, I don't wear any of them often enough to justify having as many as you've bought me, but I do like this one a lot." She reached behind her to unzip it and began sliding the thin straps from her shoulders.

"No, wait. Let me see you in it a moment longer. Its really very good for you. Turn around slowly."

Lace grinned broadly. Carter made her feel so good about herself. Putting her hands on her hips she turned gracefully just in front of him, moving around slowly, letting him see her from all angles. She knew the zipper was down in back and that he'd see her bare back, and she lingered just a bit longer, hoping it would excite him to have that teasing view of her.

"Very nice, Lace." Carter whistled softly in appreciation. "Which garter belt did you wear?"

"The black one with the red bows. Would you like me to show it to you?" she asked, teasingly.

"Yes," he replied, smiling broadly at their little game. "Show me."

Lace knew just as Carter did that she would be naked in front of him in just a few moments anyway, and that this little game was not about nakedness but was about erotic teasing. She loved doing it for him and had found it becoming a more regular part of his examination of her as time went on. Turning her back to him once more, Lace looked over her shoulder at him sexily and grasped the dress by the sides, lifting it slowly. Bit by bit she exposed more and more of the backs of her long legs to him, lifting the dress higher and higher until it was at her waist. Bending over slightly and pushing her pantied ass out toward him, she asked with a voice thick with passion, "Would you like to see the front too?"

Carter felt his cock stirring inside his pants as the attractive young girl raised the dress above the tops of her stockings and over the black panties and matching garter belt. Her ass was one of her better features, and frankly it had been with a bit of disappointment that he had found Lace's behavior changing so quickly for the better. He had fantasized often about laying her across his lap and spanking her youthful cheeks, but hadn't found any really explainable excuse so far.

"Yes, show me all of it, Lace," he replied, softly.

Allowing the dress to fall back slightly as she turned, the hem now even with the top of the stockings, Lace faced him, her feet spread apart evenly. She leaned forward slightly now, the straps of the dress falling sexily down her arms, the top exposing just the upper curves of her ripe breasts. Placing her hands flat on her thighs, she slid the dress up slowly, allowing the hem to rise above the stockings, exposing her white flesh and the black straps which contrasted with her skin so beautifully. Her legs were locked tightly at the knees, her body still leaning forward from the waist up. Up and up the hands moved, sensuously, until the hem was gathered around her waist, the tiny panties and the full frontal portion of the garter belt easily visible. Carter fed on her beauty with his eyes, taking in every detail, from the width of the opening between her spread legs to the wisps of pubic hair that stuck out from the sides and top of the panties. He stared at her for quite some time, enjoying the view, and aware of the effect that leaving her posed like that would have on her.

"Lower the top, Lace," he finally instructed.

Lace straightened, sliding the straps slowly off each arm, the hem of her dress still gathered around her waist, her legs still opened widely. Taking the upper portion of the dress in her hands she tugged it down over her breasts, letting it fall to her waist. She was nearly nude now, the material of her dress entirely gathered in a lump of fabric around her middle, her D-cup breasts totally exposed, her hard nipples being stared at by this older man.

"Your nipples are so hard, like little pebbles, Lace," Carter said evenly.

Lace swallowed hard. He seldom if ever commented this personally about her body, and every time he did it made her flush with passion. "Yes, I know," she replied simply.

"That's usually a sign of arousal, Lace," he said.

"They've been that way all night." Her voice trembled slightly as she replied, her excitement exposing itself.

"Pinch them a little," Carter instructed.

Lace took a deep breath. He had never asked her to touch herself in front of him before, but it was certainly something she had fantasized about often enough. She moved her hands to her breasts, looking down at them, and circled the hard nipples with the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Slowly she tightened her grip, pinching the small nubs. A tiny gasp escaped her lips, and she let her head fall back, her eyes closing.

"Yes, that's it. Keep pinching them. Pinch harder."

Lace increased the tension, closing her eyes more tightly, her mouth opening slightly. It was hard to keep from moving her hips, but she wasn't sure what Carter would think of her hunching them in front of him.

"Do you have Bob's cum inside you, Lace?" Carter asked.

Lace continued pinching the nipples, and looked at Carter through eyes glazed with passion. "No," she said softly, "his parents came home early."

"But you wanted it, didn't you, Lace?"

"Yes," she replied, "yes, very much."

"Pinch the nipples harder now, Lace, and pull them out away from your breasts."

Lace tightened her grip even more, moaning, and pulled the nipples outward toward her stepfather.

"Did you see Bob's cock tonight, Lace," he asked.

"Yes, for a moment," she replied, her face beginning to contort with lust.

"You like cocks a lot, don't you, Lace?"

"Yes." It was all she could do to breathe now, and her knees were weakening.

"How big is his cock, Lace?" he asked, seemingly mesmerizing the young teen.

"I dunno, Mark is huge at about eight inches; Bob is fairly big, but not as big as Mark," she guessed.

"I have to check your pussy for cum anyway, you realize that, don't you, Lace?"

"Yes, Carter, I know. It's okay."

"Take off the dress and the panties, and step up a little closer," he ordered.

Lace released her throbbing nipples and slid the dress down off her hips, kicking it to the side. Moving her hips sexily, she tugged the tiny soaked panties downward and off, tossing them aside as well, and stepped within a foot or so of her stepfather.

"Hold open the lips for me, Lace, let me look inside."

Lace obediently moved both hands to her sex, and taking the outer lips in her fingers, pulled them down and out, opening her cunt to his gaze.

"You're so wet! Much wetter than usual. Has it been like that all night too, Lace?" he asked teasingly.

Lace merely nodded, embarrassed but excited by this unusual stream of questions.

"I think I'll let you help me with the examination tonight, Lace. Put one of your fingers inside for me."

Lace blushed a deep red, but obediently placed the middle finger of her right hand into her wet opening pushing it in deeply.

"Move it around inside, get it nice and wet."

Lace moved the finger down toward the bottom of her slit, and then to the top again, she caressed the sides of her pussy with it, slid it in and out, fingering herself only inches from Carter. Much more of this and I'll cum in a screaming fit, she thought to herself.

"Now take it out and show it to me, Lace," he continued.

Lace slid the drenched finger from her and held it up in front of Carter's face. He took her hand in his and examined the finger closely, taking his time.

"Well, I don't see any cum on it, Lace. I certainly do see a lot of your juices though. That's another sign of arousal, another sign that a woman needs a cock inside her."

Lace was beginning to feel as if she was going to explode inside. She'd never been so hot in her life, and she had to fight the urge to beg Carter to fuck her. God! She needed it so much!!

"This finger isn't as big as a man's cock, is it Lace?" he teased.

"No, its much smaller." She swallowed hard, looking at the wet finger.

Carter took her ring finger and placed it beside her middle finger, holding the others closed toward her palm.

"Is this more like it, Lace? Is this about the size of a man's cock?"

She swallowed again. "No, a co... er, the ones I've seen are bigger still."

"The whats, Lace? The cocks? You can say it, I like for you to say it."

"Cocks are bigger," she replied weakly. He was rubbing her hand softly now with his.

Adding her index finger to the other two, Carter looked at them, turning them slowly. "This is more like it, isn't it Lace? Isn't this about the size of a man's cock?"

"Yes, it is," she replied breathlessly. All this talk of men's cocks was making her even hotter.

"Good, now put them inside, Lace. Put this cock sized group of fingers inside for me."

Lace closed her eyes, embarrassed to see the three fingers heading toward her exposed sex, and placed the tips of them at her opening, sliding them inside slowly.

Carter watched the young girl pressing the tips of three fingers into her wet pussy and felt his cock grow totally rigid inside his pants. She bent at the knees slightly, pressing inward more firmly, sliding the full length of the three fingers into her. She moaned, and uncontrollably began moving her hips against the hand.

"That's more like it, isn't it Lace? That's more like what you've been wanting all night, isn't it, sweetie?"

"Yessssss... it is, sir!" she hissed, moving her hips more intensely now, and beginning to fuck the fingers in and out of herself.

"That's it, Lace, move the fingers in and out. Yes, just like that. I like to watch you."

Lace fucked herself more wantonly now, feeling herself losing control, needing so much to come.

"You really do like cocks, don't you Lace?"

"Yes, Carter... oh yes... I LOVE cocks!" she moaned hotly.

"Yes, of course you do," Carter replied, beginning to rub his thick cock through his pants. "And when you're cleaning the stallions you love the feel of their cocks too, don't you, Lace?"

Lace's eyes opened in astonishment at the mention of the horse cocks. Surely he hadn't seen her stroking them so lovingly! He was rubbing himself now as he watched her hips moving. She'd never seen him do that before. Keeping her eyes glued on his moving hand, she replied quietly. "They're so big!"

"Yes, they are big, Lace. They're huge. Huge shafts of hard meat with loads and loads of cum to squirt. Do you like to fuck, Lace?" His voice was heavy with lust now, the nasty words shooting into Lace and exploding inside her.

"I love to fuck. I need it sometimes so bad," she confessed, lost in a sea of passion.

"You need it bad now, don't you, Lace? You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes, oh Carter! Yessss, please!" She was moving the hand rapidly now, plunging the three fingers in and out.

Carter unzipped his pants and struggled to remove his enormously hard cock. Lace watched him hotly, amazed by the size of the cock she had fantasized about so often. When he had its full length out and stroked it openly in front of her she realized it was significantly longer even than Mark's cock was and thicker as well. It must be at least ten inches long! She was drooling instantly over the sight of his beautiful, big cock.

"Kneel on the floor and lean forward on your hands, Lace. Open your legs, I'm going to mount you."

Lace trembled, and reluctantly removing her fingers from her wet sex, knelt on the floor in front of the couch as instructed, placing her knees apart and supporting herself with her hands out in front of her. She looked back over her shoulder to see him removing his shirt and pants. Almost instinctively she lowered to her elbows, raising her ass higher, presenting it to him. As he slid his underwear off his huge cock swung slowly in front of him. It was only slightly smaller than the huge horse dicks, but compared to Mark's and especially the cock she had longed for earlier in the evening, simply monstrous.

Carter knelt behind his young stepdaughter, running his fingers through her sex, gathering her juices and spreading them on the head of his large cock. She jerked at his touch and moved her ass in small circles, hungry for what she was about to receive. The symbolism of their position and of the size of the cock she was about to take was not lost on Lace. It was almost as if she were one of the mares she had seen bred so often, kneeling, exposed, about to be filled with a huge member. Taking the shaft in his hand and moving closer to her, Carter rubbed the head along her slit, thrilling at the feel of her lips against his smooth skin. Centering it easily, he moved forward, spreading her, making way for the long thickness to follow the head.

Lace gasped, feeling herself stretched as never before. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, and it seemed as if the head would never slide between her lips. Finally it did, accompanied at first by an uncomfortable stretching not too unlike pain. She gritted her teeth, determined to take it all, and pushed herself back on the huge invader. Her walls clung to the thick meat entering her. It seemed as if he was touching her in places she had never been touched before. More and more of the hard shaft entered her, filling her, prodding her as she had only dreamed of in the past. Finally she felt the tip of him touching her cervix, and was aware that he had not completely entered her even yet. God, he was HUGE!! He was pushing harder toward her, causing her to move forward as he pressed against the opening of her womb.

Carter held her by her hips, his fingers caressing the lacey straps of the garter belt as he began moving his huge cock in and out of her. After one or two strokes the uncomfortable feeling began to subside, and Lace's copious moisture lubricated both the sheath and its invader as her muscles relaxed to accommodate him inside her. He moved more quickly now, hunching forward into her and driving most of his length into her with each lunge. Lace stared at the floor, her mouth opened wide, amazed at the sensations flooding her. She raised her hands toward her chest as she became comfortable with the motion of their hunching bodies, still supporting herself on her elbows and began pinching her nipples once again. She tightened and released her vaginal muscles, stroking the huge shaft that slid between her lips. Carter couldn't believe how good she was, how easily she was accommodating him. Just a bit more and she would have his full length inside her and his heavy balls would be slapping against her tight young ass. He had longed for this chance to pump his meat into her for so long now, and it was even better than he had expected it to be!

Beside herself with passion, her mind caught up in the remembrance of her nearly constant hunger of the evening and of this fantastic realization of her deepest fantasies, Lace shoved herself back toward Carter, wanting every inch of him inside her. Each time she fucked back at him the head of his huge cock would press more firmly against her cervix, but she came to accept and enjoy the pounding that he was giving her, wanting and even needing to feel him slamming against the opening of her womb. Carter could feel Lace pushing back at him, encouraging him to feed her more and more of himself, and began plunging into her even more freely and with greater force, no longer concerned about hurting her with his huge cock. Her body rocked forward with each plunge of his hips, and he felt her stretching more and more with each lunge of his hips. Bit by bit more and more of his balls began touching her and before long he could feel the cheeks of her ass pressing against him firmly as the full length of his immense shaft disappeared inside her. Lace began moving her stomach up and down now, swinging her ass up and down and around in circles, caressing the thick cock inside her in every possible way as she dug a fingernail into her nipple. She felt as if she were on a skewer, being impaled on it, filled with it, turning and rotating, feeling it skewer within her belly.

Rather than the slow build-up of passion that had accompanied her other orgasms in the past, Lace felt an explosion within her that came without warning. The force of it jerked her ass into the air with such force that she swore she could feel her knees leaving the carpeted floor. Her head fell hard to the floor, her elbows folded, her breast spreading themselves against the carpet under her. She felt Carter's hand on her back now, holding her down as he continued ramming into her with more passion than she had ever known possible. Every nerve in her body seemed to be charged at once, and the extreme pleasure of the cock within her was eclipsed by the eruption of orgasmic tremors which coursed through her from head to foot. She shook, trembled, and was only barely able to resist screaming out as wave after wave of pleasure exploded within her. Carter had never seen anyone cum so forcefully, and as Lace had fallen to her chest in front of him his own orgasm had begun, erupting within him forcefully, nearly taking his breath away. His jerking penis pumped load after load of hot cum into his writhing young stepdaughter as he held it deeply within her, grasping her hips tightly and pulling her back against him hard.

Later, when it was over and Carter was leaning back against the front of the couch recuperating, Lace had crawled to him and gently licked her juices and the last traces of his cum from his still large but softening penis. She was in total awe of him now. Never had she known such passion, nor had she in her wildest dreams believed it could have been as wonderful as it really was. With a cock his size, he completely controlled her passions, and fucked her like an animal, like a dog, like the slut she was.

Lace fell asleep easily that night, her body exhausted, her mind put to ease by the long awaited for encounter with her handsome stepfather. Carter lay awake, reliving the incredible moments of their time together. He felt himself growing hard again, and turning onto his side, pressed his full member against Lace's mother. She stirred slightly at his touch, and as he reached over her hip, sliding his fingers toward her clit, she raised her upper leg and reached between them, searching for his huge cock. Once Carter had taken Lace in the living room floor everything about their relationship seemed to change. Lace was thrilled by the change, but its magnitude was almost overwhelming for her at first. He never passed her without touching her now, even when her mother was watching. At those times it was always just a friendly pat on the shoulder or an arm around her, but when they were alone he touched her freely wherever he liked and often took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, pulling her to him tightly.

It seemed to Lace that Carter couldn't get enough of her now. Five days had passed since they had first "done it" together, and they hadn't missed a day since then. She complained the first two days of soreness from his size, since she wasn't used to fucking a cock a big as his. Three times Carter had sneaked into her room at night, waking her, and had taken her while her mother slept. The other days he had taken her in the barn in the middle of the day, laying her in the hay and peeling her tight jeans off, kissing her long legs and her wet sex before plunging his huge ten-incher into her. Young girls shouldn't be fucked with cocks so large, much less want them! But Lace wasn't going to lose this 'ride' at any cost. No one had ever kissed her like that before. Mark certainly never took time for that, and Bob was repulsed by even the idea of it. But Carter seemed to love it, kissing her nearly every time until she had an orgasm and often kissing her well past that point. Lace loved every second of it, and even enjoyed tasting herself on his lips when he kissed her afterward.

The result of all these changes was that Lace never knew when she might be eaten or fucked by her handsome stepfather and thought about it almost constantly. Since Carter worked there on the farm they were together almost constantly, and Lace found herself staying wet almost all the time. Carter noticed that and kidded her about it, calling her J.P. when they were alone, explaining that J.P. stood for Juicy Pussy. Lace liked the nickname and was happy to be that wet so often.

Debbie had been planning a trip to visit her sister for some time, and had been expecting Lace to go with her. It would mean being away for several days, and Lace had dreaded the trip, not wanting to leave Carter for that long. Carter evidently felt the same way about it, and managed to convince Debbie that he needed for Lace to stay there on the farm to help him during Debbie's absence. Debbie accepted the change of plans graciously, glad that Lace could be that so much help to Carter while she was gone.

On the day of her departure the car was barely out of sight before Lace was in Carter's arms, his strong hands roaming over her youthful body. He stood behind her, filling his hands with her breasts and rubbing his hardening cock against her firm bottom as they stood on the front porch, the dust still settling in the driveway. Lace reached downward and unzipped her jeans while Carter caressed her ripe breasts, shoving them, along with her panties, down past her hips. Then bending over and supporting herself on the porch railing, she spread her legs as far as the jeans would allow her to, offering her naked sex to her handsome stepfather.

Carter had taken her quickly, pulling his cock from his jeans and shoving into her, filling her pussy and pumping her womb full of his seed, thrilling at the way her tight young sweetness gripped his big dick. After their fervent encounter on the porch, Carter had made Lace change clothes, allowing her to wear only a pair of cut-off jeans and her work boots. They went around the farm, tending to the normal chores, Lace's naked breasts exposed for all the world to see. Carter watched her the entire time, seeing her rub her D-cups against the side of the big stallion as she brushed and curried him, excited by this semi-naked view of his young stepdaughter doing her chores.

"Clean his penis, Lace," Carter instructed her.

"Oh, are we going to take him somewhere today?" Lace asked. She loved watching the big stallion at work.

"No, I just want to watch you cleaning his cock," Carter replied, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to want to do.

Lace complied. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for Carter, and she loved playing with the big black stallion's huge cock anyway. She filled the water bucket and moved underneath the horse, sitting on the old milking stool. She soaked the sponge full of the soapy water and began cleaning him, watching with excitement as his cock emerged from the sheath, growing larger and larger and larger as she touched him.

"My, you make every cock hard, Lace, you little whore!" Carter joked, smiling.

Lace didn't reply, but started rubbing her hands along the huge shaft, wanting to make it hard for Carter, wanting him to see her stroking the horse cock.

"That's not cleaning, Lace, that's masturbating, but don't stop, keep jacking the horse dick," he said.

Lace swallowed hard. She always did it this way, and she wasn't sure if it was cleaning or masturbating, but whatever it was she liked it. There was something especially erotic about Carter watching her do it. She wrapped her tiny hands around the big hunk of flesh and stroked it, sliding her hands up and down and up and down, the horse cock now fully extended, nearly three feet long and thicker than her arm.

"Will you do anything I ask you to do, Lace?" Carter asked.

"Yes, Carter, I'll do anything you want me to do," she replied, honestly, still stroking the horse's gigantic penis with both hands.

"This is something very nasty, Lace. You have to promise you won't tell Debbie that I made you do it. Do you promise?"

"I won't tell, honest I won't," she replied.

"And you'll do it? Whatever it is?" he asked, his voice thickening.

"If its nasty, I'll do it, Carter. I like doing nasty things, especially when you want me to do them. You know what it does to me."

Carter smiled. He certainly did know. "Yes, I know, babe. I know what it does to you, and that's one reason I want you to do it."

"Can I take my shorts off, Carter?" Lace asked, feeling so sexy and so hot.

"Sure, take them off. I like seeing you naked. But leave the boots on."

Lace left the long animal cock long enough to pull the raggedy jeans shorts from her body. Carter had not allowed her to wear panties under them, so she was now completely naked except for the heavy work boots on her feet. She resumed her position on the stool, feeling the cool air hitting her hot and wet pussy as she began jacking the horse again.

"I want to see you drink horse cum, Lace," Carter said.

Lace blushed deeply. She had thought often about what it would be like to let the big horse shoot a full load of his fuck into her face, and had often considered doing it. But it was so nasty, so terrible. She felt her cunt contracting, her nipples hardening at the words her stepfather was speaking to her. He spoke like a hypnotist, as if his will became hers the instant he spoke it.

"Oh god, you really do?" she asked, timidly.

"Yes, I do. I know you love cocks, and I know you love cum. And I know you are aware of how much cum horses shoot from their huge cocks when they cum, aren't you?" repeated key words carefully, letting her note their rhythm as they excited her.

Lace had seen it for sure. In fact she had stroked this very stallion to more than one orgasm and had on more than one occasion wiped the cum from the head of his cock and had tasted it.

"Yes, I've seen it. It won't hurt me to take his cum?" she asked, quietly.

"No, it won't hurt. And I promise I'll fuck you after you take it. Is that what you'd like?"

"Oh yes, Carter. Please promise you will. It will make me hot to take his cum, and I'll need you. Please promise me you will."

"Oh, I promise, Lace. I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow. Sit on the hay under him and lick the head of his dick. Stroke him until he shoots and keep your mouth open. Try to get as much as you can inside your mouth. Do it."

Lace got off the stool and sat underneath the big horse, keeping her hands wrapped around his huge black cock. She positioned her naked body so that she could easily reach the head of the monster cock and began licking the smooth skin of the softball size head as her hand slid back and forth along its length. The hay tickled her naked bottom and she squirmed slightly as she licked at the cock. She was only vaguely aware of Carter sliding off his jeans and sitting on the stool next to them. The big stallion whinnied, and Lace knew she was making progress. Her tongue lathed at the dark skin, lingering at the big hole in the end of it, teasing the horse, tasting a bit of the horse's pre-cum. She could smell his sex, and her hands slid along the length of the animal cock, pumping it, stroking it, while her stepfather watched, stroking his own cock as she continued licking. Almost without warning the stallion began cumming. His cock jerked violently in her hands and a huge gob of hot horse cum splashed against her face, catching her by surprise and landing on her nose and cheeks, almost getting into her eyes. She opened her mouth widely as the second huge eruption of cum shot forth out of the big black cock. This time her aim was better and she felt the warm fuck filling her mouth, coating her tongue and draining back toward her throat. She almost gagged there was so much of it, and then yet another stream of hot fuck hit her, soaking her open mouth. She swallowed hard, drinking the hot horse fuck that kept exploding toward her, her hands still pumping on the monster dick. She closed her mouth to swallow, and another stream hit her, splashing against her closed mouth and running down onto her naked body, splashing against her naked tits and dripping down to her young legs. It seemed as if the stallion would never stop cumming! Wave after wave of hot fuck erupted from the huge cock, splashing against her naked skin, some hitting her open mouth, some covering her body while Carter watched, his fist around his own cock, stroking his own huge dick as he watched her. Finally there was no more cum for her to take, and Lace ran her hand over her breasts, spreading the warm cum over her naked skin.

She looked at him innocently. "Fuck me now, Carter... please fuck me!" she pleaded, sliding out from under the stallion. "I have to have a cock inside me... NOW!"

Carter rose from the stool, overcome with passion, and took the young stepdaughter by the arm and led her to the corner of the stall. He lay her on her back and pressed her legs back toward her cum covered chest, pressing his hot member into her dripping opening and fucking her harder than he had ever fucked anyone in his life. Lace kept trying to kiss him, wanting him to taste the horse cum in her kiss, but Carter refused, moving his head, but still pumping into her with tremendous force. Lace began coming almost immediately, her hips fucking back at him, her muscles gripping him, squeezing him. In a matter of minutes, both of them were cumming hard amidst a violent fuck, spilling their heated passion, screaming into the barn as their lust overcame them.

Afterward, as they lay there in the barn holding each other, Lace thought about what she had just done and smiled. She had just taken horse cum into her mouth for a man. But it had not just been any man, it had been her mother's husband. She had meant it when she had told him she would do anything he asked her to do. And she would prove that in the days to come.

Later on that same afternoon, his mind still full of the lusty sight of Lace drenched in horse cum, Carter had made Lace repeat the act, and had this time taken pictures of her doing it with his camera. Lace had responded hotly to being photographed, and suggested that after dinner Carter allow her to model some of the lingerie he had bought for her while he took more pictures of her. Lace made a wonderful model, her ripe young body just as suited for it as the bodies of the young women in the magazines and catalogs. Carter posed her in various positions, innocent ones at first, and then as his passion grew, more daring ones. One he particularly liked was the pose of her only partially clad with her legs open and her hands opening her sex to the camera. By the time they ran out of film there was a large pile of sexy underwear laying in the corner of Lace's room and she had been sucked, fingered, or fucked to several more orgasms. Carter bathed Lace that night, cleaning her gently, and took her yet another time before allowing her to fall asleep in his arms. It had been a day crammed full of eroticism for both of them and they slept well.

Lace rose before her stepfather the following morning, and when Carter entered the kitchen he found her preparing their breakfast clad only in a pair of pale yellow bikini panties and a pair of high heels. She mentioned how sore she was between her legs and in her belly, but he paid no heed. Giving her a soft and tender good-morning kiss and running his hands over her body long enough to feel her shudder of excitement, Carter poured a cup of fresh coffee and sat at the table, watching her as she continued cooking, delighting in the view he had of her tight young ass and perfect legs. They ate quietly, enjoying the early morning sounds of the farm and happy to be alone together. After they were done, Lace cleared the table and then lay down on it in front of Carter, sliding her yellow panties off and spreading her legs. Carter smiled at the lusty freedom his young stepdaughter now felt and the consistency with which she offered herself to him. He leaned forward to lick her heated sweetness.

"Put some chocolate syrup on it if you like," Lace said, smiling.

Carter grinned. She was in a playful mood already. He rose from his chair and retrieved a few of the items Lace had moved from the table to the counter earlier. Taking a bottle of squeeze chocolate and holding it above her pubis, Carter squirted the slick liquid chocolate down along her slit, rubbing it in with his fingers.

"Get some inside too..., mmmm, that feels so good," Lace moaned.

He pressed the nozzle to her opening and pressed hard, squirting a large amount of the chocolate into her sheath. Seeing her jerk her hips hotly as the liquid squirted into her, Carter pushed the head of the bottle into her further, fucking her with it. Lace responded hotly, hunching back at the odd intruder. It really did feel wonderful. The cap portion of the container was like a small cock and yet the shoulders of it pressed against her full slit, touching her clit in the process. And then there was the chocolate squirting into her, reminding her of a man's warm cum.

"Mmmmm, that looks hot!" Carter said, "its too bad we're out of film. I'd love a picture of you fucking yourself with that."

"We can do it again; anytime you want," Lace replied, sincerely.

"Whew, goddamn!" Carter thought to himself. Lace was turning out to be even better than he had hoped. He was beginning to wonder if there were truly any limits to what she would do for him or allow him to do to her. He knew he could continue fucking her with the chocolate bottle until she came if he liked, but Carter wanted to taste her. So removing the bottle from her bottom, he opened the jar of grape jelly and began spreading it over her chocolate-covered slit, pressing some inside that he could dig for with his tongue. When he had it coated sufficiently he set the jar down only to find Lace picking it up and spreading jelly on her huge swollen breasts as well. It's amazing how a girl so petite could have breasts so large. He wasn't complaining at all. The phrase "teen tit breakfast" popped into Carter's mind and he struggled not to laugh as Lace spread the dark jelly all over her delicious breasts. She licked her fingers to clean them, looking into his eyes as she sucked them like tiny cocks. He rose and leaned over her, licking at the hard nipples that poked up through the jelly which covered them, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue moved over her breasts, cleaning them, delighting in the new sensations they both were feeling. When he had cleaned both of her breasts, Carter moved back between her legs once more and began licking her sex, swallowing the mixture of pussy juice, chocolate and grape jelly that covered the young slit and pressing his tongue into her, sucking at the jelly and chocolate inside her. Some of the chocolate and jelly had run down her crack and he dutifully licked over her ass, cleaning her of the condiments before moving back to her throbbing clit and sucking it back into his mouth. He held onto her hips as they rose and fell under him, making sure she didn't fall from the table in the heat of her passion, and pressed his face to her young crotch as she erupted in her first orgasm of the day.

When it was over and Lace had licked Carter's face to clean it of the strange mixture that covered it, they walked together arm in arm up the stairs. Carter watched Lace scrub herself, getting the sticky jelly off of her breasts and out of her sex while he lay out her clothes for the day on the bed. They needed to go into town to do some shopping. They were out of film, of course, and that was something that certainly had to be remedied, and there were other things that Carter wanted them to shop for together as well.

He had already decided that they would go to a larger city nearby where not many people knew them, rather than to the small town which was their usual shopping center. So, rather than choosing the rather conservative clothes that he might normally want Lace to wear, he laid out instead a very sexy pair of tight white short-shorts and a matching white halter top which rather than having elastic across the bottom hung freely, standing out away from her flat belly and sometimes allowing a glimpse of the bottoms of her big firm D-cup breasts.

"No panties?" Lace asked, smiling as she looked at the items on the bed.

"Nope, no panties for you this time, Lace. Oh... by the way," he continued, reaching into his pocket and removing two gold toned balls, "push these up inside you before you put on the shorts."

Lace looked at the balls he held out to her with a look of confusion. "Push them into my pussy?" she asked, wondering.

"Yes, your pussy. They're ben waa balls and they will move around inside you while we shop and keep you nice and wet. You know I love for you to stay wet."

Lace took the two shiny balls from him and pushed them one at a time up inside her cunt. She saw him grinning as the balls disappeared. "They will come out without any problem, won't they?" she asked timidly.

Carter smiled warmly at her and pinched her left nipple. "Oh yes, they'll come out when we want them to. Now, get dressed, we have lots to do."

Lace continued dressing, feeling the hard metal balls inside her as she moved. It was erotic feeling something moving around inside her sex. She wondered if she could keep from having a climax while they walked around together, and what would happen if she had one with others around her.

The drive to the city took about an hour, and Carter let Lace play with his cock and suck him to a very nice orgasm along the way. The halter top had worked nicely for their ride together, allowing him to reach up under it with easy access to her hard nipples while she slid her mouth up and down on his cock. It was early in the day still, and the city streets were full of people on their way to work. As they sat at the stoplight waiting for it to change, Carter looked over at the young girl next to him. She would create quite a sensation and would certainly have lots of men staring at her.

"Do you like for men to look at you, Lace?" he asked.

"Yes, I guess so. I never really thought about it much. Though sometimes they stare and I wonder what they're thinking. I guess they'll stare a lot with me in this outfit."

"Yes, I expect they will, Lace. Do you think they look at you and think what a good fuck you would be?"

"Is that what you think when you look at me?" she replied.

"Yes, it is. You really look like you would be a wonderful fuck, especially in those shorts and that top, and of course you are a wonderful fuck!" he smiled. "Do you ever think about letting more than one man fuck you at a time, Lace?"

This line of conversation was getting to her. The men walking by were looking in at her already and they couldn't even see her legs or her bare stomach above the shorts. It seemed that everywhere she looked there were men looking back at her and smiling.

"I have thought about it before. Is that very naughty?"

"Yes, I suppose it is. But not much more naughty than jerking off horses. Perhaps someday I'll let some other men fuck you."

Lace stared straight ahead and didn't say anything, but her hand moved to her crotch and she rubbed her clit through the tight shorts. She'd do it for Carter. No, really she'd do it for herself. She wondered if they would be guys her own age, or if they would be older men like Carter. How many would there be? Would they be big like Carter or more like Bob? Would he let them have her mouth too?

"These balls inside me are making me very hot," she said. "Is there anywhere we can go before we get home?"

"You mean anywhere we can go so that you can fuck me, Lace?" he asked, grinning broadly. "If you want me to stick my big dick inside you, all you have to do is ask!" he joked.

"No, where you can fuck me. Just a quickie... I just need to cum so bad!"

"We'll see, Lace, but we've just gotten here. You may just have to wait."

"Okay," she replied softly, lowering her eyes and rubbing her clit hard.

When she raised her eyes again the car had stopped. They were in a parking building of some kind. Carter slid over closer to her and raised her halter top, taking one of her breasts in his mouth. Pushing her fingers to the side he began rubbing her clit hotly. Lace threw her head back and moaned as Carter sucked hard on her breast, drawing her rigid nipple deep into his mouth. She pulled the halter top up further and began pinching her other nipple with the fingers of her right hand. Out of the corner of her eye she saw two attractive middle-aged women walking toward their car. She thought about telling Carter, but was too hot to bother. Let them look, she thought, who cares? The women stared into the car as they approached and glanced at each other knowingly. It turned Lace on for them to see her having her breast sucked by this obviously older man and for them to be able to see the passion on her face. She grunted more loudly than necessary, as much for their benefit as out of real passion. The two women walked on past, but as Lace climaxed they were looking back over their shoulders, thrilled and somewhat embarrassed by the passionate young girl who was so freely giving herself to that man.

"Maybe that will help for a while," Carter said, smiling, as he moved back over to his side of the car, opening the door. Lace pulled the halter top back down over her well-sucked breast and opened the door and got out, feeling the metal balls moving inside her with every move she made. It wouldn't help for long, she thought to herself, not the way the balls were making her young pussy feel already.

They shopped for hours, going in a number of stores and shopping centers. Lace was thrilled by Carter's generosity and delighted by the items he purchased. Nearly every one of them was something for her to wear or something to enhance their being together sexually. It had been a bit embarrassing to go in the x-rated book/movie store, but exciting as well. It was her first time in one of them, and she was certainly the center of attention the entire time she was there. It was always exciting to have men staring at you, but when you were in a place like this. Well, there was little doubt what those men had on their minds when they looked at her. She wasn't really sure whether Carter cupping her ass and squeezing her cheek while they watched was the thing to do or not, but she was turned on by it and felt the balls moving around inside her as he pulled one cheek away from the other one. At least the men watching couldn't tell she had them inside. Maybe.

They looked at lots of magazines and purchased quite a few as well. Lace wasn't sure which ones she really liked best. She found the ones with women in them just as erotic as the all male magazines Carter showed her and asked if she wanted. He bought some of each and she was sure she would enjoying looking at all of them. The most difficult moment for her was when she was told to select a dildo from the ones in the case at the front of the store. There were so many to choose from, and the man behind the case smiled broadly as she looked them over. Her face was beet red as she asked Carter which one he thought she should pick out. Carter asked the clerk to explain the differences to her, and she watched red-faced as he discussed the lengths, diameters, and how realistic or unrealistic each one was.

"This one is probably our best seller," the clerk said, holding up an especially realistic looking model which also happened to be the biggest one in the case. "But its really for women who are a bit older and more experienced than you are." He held up a much smaller dildo and extended his arm, offering it to Lace. "I'd recommend you try this one first and maybe come back and buy the bigger one another time."

"No, I'll take the big one," she said, evenly, staring into the man's eyes.

It wasn't the reaction he had expected from a girl her age and the clerk swallowed hard and glanced at Carter.

"Wrap it up," Carter said, smiling at the man. Lace could hear the men watching chuckling to themselves behind them and slipped her arm around Carter's waist, laying her head on his shoulder.

Their last stop was at a leather shop where Carter bought a lot of items which seemed to Lace to be unrelated to the purpose of their shopping trip. She assumed he was going to make some bridles for the horses or perhaps do some saddle repair, as she could see no other purpose for the leather straps and D-rings that he bought in such abundance. The riding crop he purchased was even more difficult for Lace to understand. She had watched Carter ride often and had never seen him use a crop on any of the horses. But, he had bought so many things for her, it was only fair that he buy whatever he wanted for himself or the farm.

On the drive back home Lace excitedly went through the bags of goodies. She was thrilled by all the things Carter had bought her; it was almost like Christmas. She chuckled at the bag full of film. She had expected him to buy maybe two rolls, at the most three. But instead he had bought at least a dozen rolls of 35mm film and six blank video tapes.

"I don't think we're going to run out of film any time soon!" she said, laughing.

"Oh, I sure hope we do," he replied, sliding his hand along her thigh. "I love watching you model and pose, and I'll love having the pictures of you to look at, too!"

"Well, I love for you to take them, and I hope I'm in every single one you take with every roll of this film. But you'd better hide them so Mom doesn't find them. She'd have a cow if she saw those pictures you took last night."

Carter resisted the urge to say they could always use another cow on the farm. "I might like to show them to some friends sometime, would that be alright with you?"

Lace thought about the sexy poses she had assumed and how naughty some of them had been. Anyone who looked at the pictures would know that Carter was fucking her whenever he wanted to and would know that she loved it.

"Men or women?" she asked, breathily.

"Both, probably." He unzipped her shorts and slid his fingers inside them, feeling the sparse and fine pubic hair against his fingers.

"They'll know about us if you show them the pictures," she said, her heart pounding.

"Yes, they'll know you fuck your stepfather." He slid his fingers into her slit, feeling them instantly covered with her juices. "The pictures will make my male friends hard, Lace."

"Yes, I bet they will," she replied. She needed his fingers inside her. "Can I pull the shorts off, Carter?" she asked hotly.

"Yes, Lace, and take the top off too," he replied, sliding his hand out of her shorts.

Lace slid the tight shorts off of her and pulled the halter top over her head. It was dark now and those in the passing cars would not see her naked body. She wasn't sure if she was glad about that or not.

"What will your women friend think of me posing like that, Carter?" she asked, reaching for his hand and placing it back on her naked sex.

"Well, the ones I'll show them to will be bisexual women, Lace." He pushed two fingers into her, feeling the metal balls with the tips of his fingers. She moaned. "They'll look at your delicious young body and wish they could see it in person. They'll get wet and will think about kissing you all over."

Lace hunched her hips upward, driving Carter's fingers in more deeply. She reached upward and began pinching her nipples, laying her head back on the car seat.

"I've never been with a woman, Carter. There were older girls at the juvenile hall that wanted me, but they weren't nice girls. Still it made me hot that they wanted me and I often masturbated while thinking about letting them have me."

"Would you like for me to invite a woman over while Debbie is away, Lace? All I have to do is make one call and a very nice and very attractive woman will come over and teach you the joys of being with another woman. Is that what you want?"

Lace reached down with one hand and pushed Carter's fingers in deeper. Her head moved back and forth from side to side on the car seat as she thought about being with another woman sexually.

"Would she make me kiss her pussy?"

"Yes, I'm sure she would. But she would kiss yours too, Lace. You like the taste of your own juices, I bet you'd like the taste of Marina's juices too."

"Marina? You mean Sarah's mom? Is that the Marina you mean?"

"Yes, Lace. She says Sarah tastes very nice, by the way."

Lace thrust her hips high into the air, her climax exploding within her. Sarah was one of her best friends, and she had probably fantasized more about Sarah and her Mom than any other women she knew. She had no idea that either of them was bisexual, certainly not that they were doing it with each other!

Carter grabbed her pubic area hard with his hand, imprisoning the two fingers inside her and smiling as she hunched upward hotly. He was pleased by Lace's climactic response to the news about Marina and Sarah. The only thing that bothered him was that he had probably not bought enough film.

"You know, Lace, I think I might have an even better idea."

"What's that?" she asked.

"Well, it involves making money. Depending on how far you want to go, that is. I'm thinking I could sell you to older men like myself who would fuck you for an hour for $250. We could split it 50/50. Or better, you could put on little sex shows with your stallion, and if you ever learned to fuck the horse, then you could make a fortune!" he said excitedly.

"I dunno," she considered. "I'd definitely fuck the horse, but I'd only fuck another man if you told me to."

"Goddamn, baby, then let's go make some fucking money. I know a number of guys to call and get started right away. A little girl like you, with those huge tits of yours, you'll have every cock in the county aching to get inside your tight little pussy!" he laughed.

"I'll believe it when I feel them... all inside me!" she joined.



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