Insatiable Nympho: Taboo Erotica - Lazarus Orlando - ebook
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Excerpt:Despite the fact that Ken had raped and threatened her, she still couldn't deny the fact that she had always found him attractive. As her hole began to open to her probing finger, she started to suck harder."AAEEEYYYYYY-" he sighed and moved his hips back and forth, making her take more and more of his swollen meat. His heart was beginning to beat faster now, and he knew it would all be over pretty soon.Ken felt a kind of excitement he'd seldom experienced. He had always wanted one of these young girls to swing on his dick. He knew he was a better man than the young punks they went around with. But most of them considered him an old man. Merry was different. He'd seen her given him looks at times that told him she found him exciting. He was determined that before he got through with her, she'd be a complete woman.

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Insatiable Nympho

Lazarus Orlando

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

Ken Griffin held the ladder while the eighteen-year-old girl began climbing up with several glass jars in her arms.

"You'll get the hang of these ladders, Merry. Those little casters can roll away with you if you aren't careful."

"I know, Mr. Griffin," Merry said. "I almost fell off yesterday."

"You did? Why didn't you ask me to help?"

"You were at lunch. I was here by myself."

Ken Griffin had a clear view up the girl's skirt. Merry's short skirt didn't hide much, but from this vantage point she might as well have not worn it. Her white cotton panties were adorable, the man decided. She looked like a cheerleader.

"Well," he said, "that wasn't a very pleasant experience to have on your first day in the store, was it?"

"No," Merry said, laughing. She put the jars neatly on the top shelf, where he'd asked her to put them. Griffin decided that there were a lot of things that could go on the top shelves, now that Merry was there to climb the ladder. The candy store wasn't the neatest establishment on the block. He'd needed help for a long time, but until Merry Edwards had asked for a job the day before, he hadn't felt inclined to dip into his pocket to hire anybody.

Ken watched the girl stretch her body as far as she could reach to put the last glass jar on the shelf. Her panties flattened tightly across her nicely rounded asscheeks. The material at the crotch separated momentarily, and he even thought he saw a couple of pubic hairs at the side of her sweet, pink cunt lips.

His cock got rock hard in his pants. The candy store owner held the ladder with one hand and with the other he gave his crotch a squeeze. He knew if he got much hotter he'd be oozing juice, and his heart began to beat faster.

It was at that moment that Griffin made his decision.

He knew how much the girl needed this part-time job, even if he wasn't paying her much to work after school until closing time. He banked on her financial situation to pull him through his plan. Merry's father was not working, and her parents needed every penny they could get to supplement his unemployment checks. She might decide that losing her job was more important than losing her cherry.

"Come down slow now, Merry," Ken said. "I'm behind you if you trip."

"Thanks. Mr. Griffin."

"Call me Ken."

"Uh-Ken."

Merry was usually polite and respectful to her elders. She had been brought up that way, and she found it helped keep her out of trouble. Now she blushed. Being invited to have a first-name relationship with Mr. Griffin excited her more than Ken could have known. Merry had never been interested much in boys her own age, but sometimes she looked at older men and felt a warmth flood her groin. They were more mature, more masculine than the boys she went to school with. And Mr. Griffin, she decided, was a cross between Charleton Heston and Warren Beatty.

She slowly descended the ladder, wondering if Mr. Griffin was taking the opportunity to look up her skirt. She'd heard boys at school say it was one of their favorite games.

Ken stared at the girl's descending rump. He resisted an urge to stick his face under the skirt and let it billow over his head. He could imagine the softness of the cotton-clad panties against his nose and mouth and cheeks. He wondered what the young cunt would taste like if he ever put his lips on it.

Merry felt her body press against Ken's. He didn't move back when she came down. He put his hands on her waist and gave her a playful little lift off the last rung of the ladder.

"Careful. The last step's always the one you trip on," he said.

She felt the hard, thick bulge that was shoved firmly into her backside. Merry was a well-behaved girl, but she was also intelligent. There was nothing about the facts of life she hadn't heard or read about. She just hadn't participated. The hard cock, she decided, meant he had looked up her skirt plenty. It was reassuring for her to know that he was interested in her this way. It meant that he was interested in her this way. It meant that she wouldn't have to worry about keeping her job. And she needed money badly.

Merry let him brush against her rear end all he wanted. She was in no hurry to break away. A strange warmth was flooding her crotch, and her heart seemed to race. She wondered, with a combination of fear and fright, if he'd try to get bolder. He might try to put his hand under her skirt for a feel. Most of the boys at school had tried that, with no success.

"Let's get some things from the storeroom, Merry. No customers now anyway. They'll holler if I'm not here when they come in."

He led the way to the rather small room in the rear of the store. The walls were -lined with cardboard cartons of supplies. Ken walked to one of them and split it open with a razor blade attached to a metal handle. He tore back the top.

"I know you can't carry there heavy cartons, Merry," he said. "I'll always open them so you can take things out a little at a time."

"Thank you, Ken," Merry said. "That's very nice of you."

She walked to the carton and saw that it was full of bags of jelly beans. She bent over and began to scoop up an armful of them. Before she was able to stand straight again, she felt the metal handle and the razor blade press into the side of her neck.

"Just don't make a fuss and you won't get hurt, Merry," Ken's voice said. The tone had changed from his normal deep, pleasant voice. It almost grated angrily. She heard him pant loudly.

"Mr. Griffin! I-! Please, what's wrong?" Her voice trembled. She had never been threatened before.

His hand came up under her skirt from the rear. The fingers sank roughly into the crotch and began to pull and knead. Her legs almost collapsed from fear.

"No! Please! Stop it, please, Mr. Griffin!" There was no thought of calling him Ken now.

She felt him begin to tug her panties roughly down. They were almost being torn off her, and she started to panic. She wanted to scream, but the sharp cutting instrument was still pressed against her, and she was terrified.

"Sorry, kid," he panted in the same angry voice, "but I'm gonna have to have my way!"

She felt herself being dragged to the floor. He shoved her roughly onto her back. She was lying across a pile of cloth counter covers. He stared straight down at her now, and she noticed his eyes glistening with lust. The expression on his normally handsome face had changed to one of cruelty and determination.

"Just keep your mouth shut!" he growled. Then he pulled the panties down her legs and off. Her skirt was around her waist, and she was completely nude, exposed to his glistening eyes. She began to cry.

"Please, Mr. Griffin!"

He put the razor aside and unbuckled his trousers. She stared in horror as his cock came into view. It looked as big as her arm! It was fully erect, and standing out from his bush of black pubic hair. The red head was circumcised, and the eye at the tip oozed a drop of clear liquid. It seemed to stare at her. She hadn't realized that a man's penis could be so large. It made the things she'd heard about seem impossible.

"NO!" Merry almost screamed. "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME THAT WAY! I'M A VIRGIN, MR. GRIFFIN!"

His face broke into a cruel smile.

"I thought so! That's why I had to get you, Merry. Don't worry. Every girl gets fucked sooner or later. Just consider it part of your job here at the store."

He yanked her legs apart and moved between them. At the same time he spit into his hand and rubbed it over the head of his dick. He pressed the knob between the lips of her vagina, looking down at the same time.

Her pussy was covered with a fine, silky brush of down. Her hair was auburn-colored, but around the pubic area it looked darker. He almost lost his load staring at the beginnings of what would some day be a furry little triangle above the cunt. The lips of her pussy were forced apart, and the fat knob began to probe the hole.

"NOOOOOO!" Merry howled loudly. Then she screamed.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he roared back, and his hand came down and slapped her face with a loud smack.

The startled girl stopped screaming. Her face stung from the slap, and tears began to gush from her eyes. Her voice shook with fright when she talked, and she kept choking on her tears.

"P-p-please don't hurt me! Oh, god, please don't do this to me! You'll kill me! I-I-I-I know you will!"

He grabbed her shoulders for support and rammed his cock roughly into her hole. It tore in until it touched her maidenhead, then it stopped.

"AAAAGGGGHHHHH!" Merry groaned in pain, and he slapped her again.

The muscles of his ass flexed once or twice, as though he were priming his pelvis for the next move.

"You're gonna lose it now," he rasped. "If you scream, I will kill you!"

Her eyes were filled with terror, and she looked straight into his. Then he shoved again, and tore her virginity down, ripping out a new path for this rampaging penis.

Merry screamed again. She had tried not to, out of fear for what he might do, but she couldn't help herself. The pain was like blue-white fire in her pussy. She felt as though fingers were pulling her guts out of her. Her head spun several times, and she knew she was close to fainting. She prayed that it would happen. He clapped his hand over her mouth.

Ken's ass squeezed tightly, and he forced his cock two-thirds of the way into the little girl's virgin channel. She was tight and dry, and some of the going was painful, but the heat in his crotch had never been so intense. He pushed again, and this time he buried himself to the hilt.

Merry's body began to convulse in agony.

Large beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. She felt his cock begin to saw in and out of her. Each time he moved, a tearing sensation wracked her insides.

Ken pulled out until only a couple of inches of cock meat were lodged inside her hole. His shaft was covered with flecks of blood. He became even hotter when he saw his bloodied pole, and he rammed back in, harder than ever, sinking all the way home.

Merry fainted then. Her mind was caught in a whirlpool of black, spinning in a sea of pain. She was conscious only of something going in and out of her throbbing cunny. She couldn't remember what this thing was, but she knew it was there.

Then the sea of black began to get lighter. She imagined it was a blue sea after a while, and she floated, close to shore, in warm water. Her body began to feel the heat of the sun beating down on it. She floated nude, letting the beautiful heat cover every inch of her. Her thighs began to open more and more, and she let out a sigh of contentment.

"Ugggh! That's right, little bitch, get hot! Eggghhh!"

Ken was panting and driving his pelvis hard. His underarms were soaked with sweat. He saw that Merry had passed out, but in her stupor he felt her begin to respond to his grinding pelvis. Her hips moved under him, pushing up slowly each time he drove down. In a moment they were slapping: against each other in mutual cooperation.

Christ, what a hot little bitch! he thought. She's starting to do a job on me! He fucked even harder.

All at once, Merry's eyes shot open. Her expression was the same startled one, but this time her face was not contorted with pain. She grabbed his hips.

"What-what's happening?" she asked weakly. Her hips began to buck harder. "Ahhhhh-you're killing me, but I don't care! Eeeeccchhh! Kill me! Kill me, you lousy bastard!"

Ken began to fuck like a jackhammer. The girl seemed to go out again, but when she came back, her body started to go crazy under him. Her nails tore at his buttocks, urging him on.

"Fuck! Fuck me! Aggghh, fuck me, you-you-what's happening to me? AAHHHHHHH-!"

He felt her channel getting wet, and then her pussy began to clutch his pole, gently at first, but harder and harder as he brought her closer to her first orgasm with a man. His own load was close to the surface, and he couldn't hold off much longer. He buried his face into her shoulder and let his climax come.

"EEEAAOOOWWWW!" he moaned as he started to spurt into her clutching, torn pussy. She answered with short moans and cries of her own, and then she convulsed furiously and passed out again.

He waited several minutes before he pulled away from her. He stood, looking down, his cock dripping, watching her still twist and squirm while she mumbled little words with her eyes shut.

"ANYBODY HOME?"

The voice called loudly from the store. His heart jumped when he recognized his wife's voice.

"Be right out," Ken called, zipping up. He shook the girl. "Get dressed and get out of here! Not a word, remember?" Merry nodded blankly.

Ken walked nonchalantly out of the storeroom. His wife, Doris, was standing by the counter, looking impatient

"I told you I'd be here at seven," she said. "And look at you-your clothes all mussed up. You'll have to change before we go out to dinner."

Ken suddenly remembered.

"Right. Just showing the new girl the stockroom." He called over his shoulder. "Hurry along, Merry. We're closing now!"

He thought he'd bluffed it pretty good under the circumstances, but Doris noticed the red flush of his face. He seldom looked this way, she thought, unless he was having sex.

"Yes," Doris said, "I suppose there's a lot to show a new girl in that stockroom." Then she smiled sweetly at him.

CHAPTER TWO

"How many licorice whips will we need, Mr. Griffin?" Merry's voice was cold and formal. "Call me Ken, I said!" He was grumpy today. "All right-Ken."

She could hardly bring herself to speak to him at all. Not after what he'd done yesterday. She had wanted to run to the police with the story, but his warnings, whispered behind his wife's back as he locked the door of the store behind her, came back clearly.

You tell anybody about this, and, besides losing your job, I'll tell your parents you begged me to do it!

She couldn't get over his cruelty. He had seemed like such a nice man when she and her girlfriends dropped by the store after school each day. He was always smiling and joking with them.

Merry went back to the stockroom. She had returned to work that day because she didn't know what else to do. If she didn't go to work, she would have to have an explanation. Her mind was a jigsaw puzzle of confused little pieces.

Then he was behind her again. She heard him walk through the door. She shuddered.

"How's your cunt today?" he asked, chuckling.

"Go to hell!"

He grabbed her arm and spun her around.

"Don't get smart with me!"

She was beginning to sob again. "I-I never talked like that to a grownup before. But-but I never knew one I hated before!" Tears began to stream down her cheeks.

"Why don't you get smart?" he said, still holding her arm tightly. "What difference does it make about your lousy cherry? You still got your job, don't you? And if you want to be friendly with me, I can see that you make a few dollars more than we talked about."

He pulled her against him and his mouth crushed down on hers. She tried to force her face away, especially when she felt his tongue begin to probe between her lips. With a hard shove, she managed to pulled herself out of his grasp.

"Don't touch me!" she shouted, backing away. "I hate you! I don't want your money, and I don't want the job! I should have had you arrested!"

He grabbed her again, as quick as a bullet, and threw her down onto the same pile of counter covers. She lost her balance when she fell, and landed with a thud.

"You get one thing straight, you little cunt-" he said, "if you try to make trouble with me, I'll call your parents up and tell them I caught you doing it in the storeroom with one of the school boys! They'll never believe you and neither will the police. I have connections with the police anyway, so save yourself the trouble and embarrassment."

"You wouldn't dare tell my parents a story like that!" she cried.

"Oh, no? Watch me."

He stormed out of the storeroom. She heard him using the telephone on the wall outside, dialing a number. She sprang from the floor and ran to him, pulling his arm away from the dial.

"No-wait-I-I won't make any trouble." Her eyes were still spilling tears, and she gave him a pleading expression.

Ken put the receiver back on its hook. He smiled the same cruel smile she remembered from the last time.

"Get back into the storeroom," he said, his voice once more husky and mean.

"I-I can't-I'm sore-oh, PLEASE!"

He shoved her back into the little room and closed the door.

"On your knees!" he barked. "W-what?"

"On your knees, goddamn it! Or I make that telephone call!"

Merry sank to her knees in front of him. She didn't understand what he wanted. Or why he was still smiling at her with the cruel expression. Then he opened his trousers and began to slide the material down his thighs. He was a big man, with hairy, muscular legs and a flat belly. His jockey shorts were poking out in front, making a tent. She knew he was as hard as he'd been the day before.

Ken pulled the shorts down and they, along with the trousers, came to rest around his ankles. The big cock bobbed in the air in front of her face! The eye in the tip oozed juice again.

"You can give your pussy a chance to heal," he said, almost laughing. "Put your mouth on this!"

The thought of what he wanted almost made her sick. She hated him more than ever for what he asked.

"I-I don't understand-" Merry said. His hand shot out and slapped her face, leaving a red, stinging mark on her cheek.

"Like shit you don't understand!" he growled. "I listen to you kids talk every day. I know what the fuck you're all up to! You've probably blown every boy you go to school with!"

"I HAVE NOT!" she screamed at him. He laughed.

"But you sure as hell know what a blow job is, don't you, you little bitch?"

He grabbed her by her auburn hair and brought her face closer to his crotch. His hard cock pressed into her cheek.

"Open your mouth and suck it!" he snapped.

"Why do you want me to?" Merry moaned, crying again. "Why are you treating me like this?"

His fingers closed in on her hair, pulling it roughly. When her mouth shot open in pain, he shoved his cock in, almost gagging her. She pulled away, choking, and he grabbed her back again.

"Yeah, that's it!" he sighed, holding her head and starting to fuck in and out, "lick it like a lollipop. Owww, you're a good little cocksucker when you put your mind to it. Ouch! Keep your fucking teeth off it! Owwww, yeah, that's better. Now see if you can take it all the way down."

She began to get used to the size of his meat after a while and found that it wasn't too much trouble to let him go all the way into her throat. The width of the shaft filled her completely, and she remembered how it tore into her pussy and stuffed her to the belly. She reached down and touched her burning pussy, running her hand up under her short blue skirt. The lips of her vagina were still red and sore.

Ken pulled his cock out of her mouth and pressed his crotch into her face. "Lick my balls!" he said. Merry's stomach almost turned over. She had never heard of doing anything like this with a man. His strong masculine smells flooded her nostrils and she thought she might faint. He pulled her hair again, and she knew she would have to give his nuts a tongue bath before he would stop.

"Owwww, yyyeeaaaahhh-" he sighed when he felt her tongue begin to lick all over the tightening sac. After a minute of this he loosened his grip on her hair and let her do it on her own. Her mouth began to move all over, around, and under his balls and his cock felt like a stick of dynamite about to explode.

"Get back on this," he said, shoving his cock into her mouth again.

Merry's hand began to rub slowly up and down under her skirt. Her sore little pussy lips were getting warm. They didn't feel as uncomfortable now as they did this morning. She hoped he wouldn't notice her slide her hand under her skirt and push the material of her panties away from her crotch. The lips gave a tingle and began to tighten.

Despite the fact that Ken had raped and threatened her, she still couldn't deny the fact that she had always found him attractive. As her hole began to open to her probing finger, she started to suck harder.

"AAEEEYYYYYY-" he sighed and moved his hips back and forth, making her take more and more of his swollen meat. His heart was beginning to beat faster now, and he knew it would all be over pretty soon.

Ken felt a kind of excitement he'd seldom experienced. He had always wanted one of these young girls to swing on his dick. He knew he was a better man than the young punks they went around with. But most of them considered him an old man. Merry was different. He'd seen her given him looks at times that told him she found him exciting. He was determined that before he got through with her, she'd be a complete woman.

"Yeeeeaaaahhhhh!" he moaned, bucking his hips hard against her face. "That's right, baby. Suck daddy's big dick!"