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Creampuffs for Desert

I didn't want to go to the party at all, but I had to. I hate "obligation parties." I talked my sort-of-boyfriend into going with me. He grumbled a lot about bosses who use their position to fill their guest list (he had one, too) so it was just a jolly couple who arrived at the door to the huge white house. We were greeted by a uniformed servitor who had an unidentifiable accent and no smile. Dan grumbled more, and I got a little snappy. We went into a big room filled with sparkling, chattering people and more food than I'd ever seen in one place. We ate, we drank, we drifted into the corner to observe. What we observed most was her.

She didn't look real. Long, naturally platinum blonde hair. Heart shaped face. Enormous blue eyes. A full, pink mouth. Very fair skin. She was wearing some kind of lacy confection that made her look Old World. A sweet little princess with full tits, a tiny waist and long legs. How little a princess was impossible to tell. She could have been anywhere from drinking age to "touch it and go to prison." Dan and I both shifted position as we were standing to ease the discomfort from our aching crotches. He leaned close to my ear. "Split her with you," he whispered. I raised my glass to hide the chuckle. I'd finally admitted my desire to have a woman to him, and he took it very well.

Little Miss Creampuff drifted over to our side of the room. Dan and I shamelessly eavesdropped and learned she was a college sophomore, the niece of our host, and in town for a visit with her aunt and uncle. She also didn't have a boyfriend. (Dan and I weren't the only crotches responding to Creampuff. Several men and one or two women were practically drooling on her and asked her all sorts of questions.) She smiled politely, spoke politely and moved off politely as rapidly as possible. Her room rotation eventually put her in front of us, where she began her nice "niece of the host" routine. I grinned at her. "Take a break," I said. "I don't want to be here, either. He's my boss, so I have to be. But we don't have to be little puppets all damn night, do we?" She grinned suddenly, and my heart leaped into my throat. Damn, she was beautiful. I heard Dan catch his breath, clear his throat, and adjust his suit jacket. Poor man. He couldn't hide it. I was in just as much physical pain looking at the Creampuff, but at least my crotch wasn't trying to leap out of my clothes. Or was it?

Her name was Melissa, called Lissa for short. She was bright, eager and more than anything else she wanted out of that big room. The three of us ended up in her room. Rich uncle had a room ready for her visits. It had been ready since she was about twelve, from the looks of it. Pink and white lace on everything that hadn't managed to dive out of the way. We chattered...and I'm embarrassed to admit how long it took Dan and I to realize she was coming on to both of us. She looked so much like a pure, innocent child-woman. Lissa the Creampuff child-woman wanted to get it on. One minute I was staring at her wide-eyed, then next I was on my back on the bed with her luscious mouth on mine and her little pink tongue thrusting. She wiggled and made delighted noises as my fingers found the hard pebbles of her nipples.

I worked down through layers of white lace, and found the most perfect set of tits I'd ever seen. Pure white, round, firm, high, with responsive little rosebuds at the tips. I sucked one nipple into my mouth, and heard Dan move onto the bed. He sucked in the other nipple. Together we managed to strip off the rest of her clothes. We looked at her, then looked at each other...stunned. Her body was incredible. All soft, silky curves. Between her soft thighs was a shaved pussy. I moved faster, and got my mouth between her legs, my tongue probing her cunt and finding the most delicious juices. I licked her all over, sucked the soft lips into my mouth one at a time, then slid my mouth up to find a very large, hard clit. I took my mouth off just long enough to spread her lips open and show Dan the size of her clit. He whistled softly. I went back to sucking that incredible clit, then slid a couple of fingers into her pussy to finger fuck her. When I looked up again, our angel was deep throating Dan's cock.

To fully appreciate my amazement here, you have to know that Dan is one of nature's little wonders. He's of medium height, medium build, medium brown hair, medium brown eyes, sort of a medium complexion. But lurking inside the shorts of Mr. Average is without a doubt the biggest fucking cock I've ever seen. (And I love porn, too. I'm counting the professional cocks.) He refuses to have it measured, so I can't give you exact inches, but the man is pushing "ruler length." Not only is it long...it's thick. Huge mushroom shaped head. I'm crazy about the guy, but there's no fucking way I'd let him shove that monster all the way in my mouth. And little Creampuff had her lips locked around the base of his cock, happy as a little clam. Dan looked down at a sight he never thought he'd ever see...and just exploded. He must have cum straight into her soft little tummy. She licked her lips, smiled brightly and said "nummy." She grinned at me and wiggled her hips. "Eat me," she said happily. Uh...OK...I thought, and sucked her until she was howling. Dan clamped a hand down over her mouth, which turned her on even more. The little nympho morphed back into the innocent virgin, wiggling her ass and moaning "no, no, not that!"

I managed to suck her into submission long enough to strip the rest of my clothes off. I got on the bed, and she was up and moving. Her lovely little face, wearing a proud and evil grin, dove between my legs. I deduced that mine was not the first pussy she'd eaten. Then my back arched and I bucked up off the bed with her suctioned onto my clit. Things exploded in my head, and my body shuddered helplessly, and she kept sucking. She had fingers in my cunt, fingers in my ass, her arm moving fast and hard. It all turned into one violent extended orgasm. When I started to foam at the mouth and my eyes rolled back in my head, Dan pulled the little fiend off me.

He dragged her across the room, sat in a chair and threw her across his lap. "Bad girl!" he said with mock ferocity, and proceeded to wail the tar out of her round little ass. I shook off the bed spins and propped myself up to watch. He spanked her into an orgasm. I knew that could happen, but I'd never seen it done. Lissa came like crazy just from being spanked. She leaped forward off his lap and landed on all fours. Then she barked like a dog. Dan was stunned and looked at me. I shrugged. "Fuck the bitch," I said. He slid out of the chair, knelt behind her and slammed that huge, hard cock into her cunt. He held on to her hips and fucked her hard enough to loosen her teeth. She groaned, growled, snarled, moaned, and spat out obscenities I'd never even heard before. I think some rather important brain cells died in Dan as he held on for dear life and pounded her. Suddenly his face turned purple, there was a slurping sound as he drove his pole into that tight little pussy overflowing with his cum, and he went over backwards. I shot off the bed, my heart in my throat. I thought he'd fucked himself to death. He opened one eye, managed to adjust the focus and said "uurrgllle." I didn't argue with him, mainly because little Lissa had her face buried between the cheeks of my ass and was tonguing my hole.

I looked over my shoulder at the mass of light blonde hair pressed against my ass. I blinked, and she was still there, only now she was holding her arm out. She had a strap-on dildo in her hand. She wanted to know if she could fuck my ass with a strap-on, I assumed. I didn't think I had made a sound, but I must have done something she interpreted as yes. A very well lubricated and skilled finger slid into my ass and began to work my hole. Lissa knew her way around an asshole, too. She worked me good, lubricated the hell out of me, made me so fucking hot I've have taken damn near anything up there at that moment, then strapped on her weapon of choice and fucked me good. She pounded me, her soft body slamming into my ass as she drove her plastic cock home. The thing had balls, and each thrust put them into my pussy. They kept smacking my hard clit, and it didn't take long before I came. And came. And came. Dan pulled the little she-bitch off me and disarmed her before she killed me.

I dragged a blanket off the bed and curled up in the fetal position, watching Dan truss Lissa into a nice, neat little package. He tied her left ankle to her left wrist, then did the same on the right side. "Rope?" I managed to say. He rolled his eyes, leaned over and lifted the lacy bedruffle. I tilted my head. Underneath the little Princess' bed was the biggest collection of fuck toys I've ever seen. I put my head back down on the floor. All I needed was a white flag. I had surrendered. Dan apparently had gotten his third wind.

He was also about to get something he'd never had before. Because his damn cock is so big, he'd never had anal sex before. Most women took one look at that monster and said "check, please" when he mentioned anal. Lissa wiggled and panted over the idea. He worked her little ass loose, used about half a tube of lubricant, and finally pressed the huge head against her hole. She squealed with delight. I struggled to sit up, and watched in disbelief as he slid his cock into her ass. Dan and I blinked at each other. I laid back down. He lost his mind. He held onto the ropes and FUCKED. He closed his eyes, threw his head back and put every muscle in his body to work. And Lissa? She bellowed "harder!" I closed my eyes. This wasn't going to be pretty. I heard the dull thud as Dan came forward and smacked both palms on the floor on either side of her head. I swear, he tried fucking her through the floor. She came like a firewhistle, one long blast of sound that I cut off with the palm of my hand. "Shhhhhh!" I said stupidly. "They'll hear you!" I think that idea turned her on, because she continued to scream into my palm.

Dan had fists slammed against the carpet, his jaw clenched, and cords in his neck in his demented attempt to not let this little 105 pound whisp of a blonde outfuck him. I looked at him, then looked at her, and smiled. Sisterhood won. I took my hand off her mouth. She smiled brilliantly. "Gee, mister," she said, "I'm only 15." She shot...she scored...he shot. Poor Dan came unhinged and fired her full of a year's worth of cum. Then his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out. I got painfully to my knees and started to untie her. "Cold, Lissa," I said laughing. "Very cold. You can kill a man doing that." She grinned at me. "All's fair," she said. "He knows I'm 20, silly man." She leaned forward and kissed my pussy and wiggled her eyebrows at me. Unlike Dan, I know when to accept the superiority of others. I just laid down and spread my legs.

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