**A work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to any known person or people, location or event is purely coincidental. All characters are works of fiction and are depicted as 18 years of age or older**
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She still loved it every time.
She loved it every time a man drooled at her tits or a woman stared at them jealously, every time she caught a reflection or even a shadow of them in the corner of her eye. Every time she bought a new top or lathered up for tanning on weekend mornings as she was doing right now in front of the big mirror in the front hall, right under the skylight.
She had a new outfit, another near pointless bikini, this one a minuscule, white, polka-dot one with little pink hearts, to match the pink tinted sunglasses that matched the pink platform sandals that matched the pink lip gloss, pink blush and the pink bow hair elastic keeping her silken blonde hair up in a ponytail. She was admiring her little bikini model body in the mirror loving the swell of her sweet little ass, her long, lithe legs but she got hottest staring at her new titties. Huge, perfectly round, her aureoles just tiny, pink round circles crowned by tiny, pink nipples, always hard, always tingling. She pulled at the nipples loving the way the oil made them slip from her grip, the perfectly symmetrical wobble as they shook right back into place. Then sliding her palms lightly over them to get them even harder so she could pull at them again, if she she did this enough times she could almost cum. This was one of those times.
It was Sunday, the day after Allen had titty-fucked her then hammered her hard outside on the same patio she was about to return to. Her mom was gone today too, covering a shift for a co-worker. Her mothers absence for their weekend ritual left Mandi feeling lonely and horny again despite the rough fucking from Allen the day before. And Allen himself was also gone to one of 'his meetings' for most of the day, or so he said.
So she was turned on, frustrated and drank way too many coolers as she smoothed the last of the lotion into her body, making sure to get some on her always bald pussy mound and always hard nipples figuring she'd shed her bikini in the hot sun eventually. She didn't realize that Allen had just come home, he had come in through the backdoor and she didn't notice him standing there as she swayed and rubbed herself to the music in her tiny wireless earbuds.
Eventually she caught his gaze and startled, clumsily snatching the earbuds out. "Oh, um -- Hi -- um I thought you were..."
"Gone? Well I came home, I live here, remember? It' my house."
"Yeah." She mumbled sheepishly.
"Nice outfit."
"Mummy bought it for me." She said guardedly as if to indicate that if she had money of her own to spend on clothes then she had money to put towards her tits. So the outfit was a gift. Allen didn't care either way he was getting hard.
"It's okay. Fuck, what a goddam hot piece of ass you are! Daddies beautiful l'il barbie sex doll!" He exclaimed. She smiled bashfully as the lewd connotations counted as a compliment from Allen. Every once in a while he looked at her like he couldn't believe this little fuck doll lived in his house. He closed the gap in a couple strides. He knew she was drunk, he knew she was horny, he could probably smell it on her, sense it through some perverted level of awareness.
Once close, he grabbed her towards him roughly, gripping her by the ponytail and bending over to more closely match her diminutive size. He kissed her deeply, almost passionately breaking off to pay extra attention to her neck and ears just the way she liked and within moments he started rubbing the wide palm of his hand back and forth along string covering her pussy and finding it warm and wet like usual he shoved a finger inside, hard enough to make her gasp, he pulled it out pushed it in deeper, harder, pulled it out again and then stuffed it into her mouth.
"Suck."
She did and so he added a second finger, slowly pumped them in her mouth and then he pushed them back in her little hole, fucking her, hard and fast and when she leaked all over his thick calloused fingers he yanked them out and forced them back into her mouth.
"Baby likes how she tastes?" He asked her.
"Mmhmm!" She agreed around his fingers, nodding her head. She had tasted herself before, curiously once or twice but Allen was really feeding it to her. One or two fingers pumped in and out of her pussy 'til she was panting and then stuffed back in her mouth 'til she was drooling. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in it all, the simulated fucking and the taste of herself and then she was flung, sideways into the living room, her thick platform sandals catching on the carpet, she was stumbling and almost fell, except she was caught, by her throat, by a biker, who hauled her upright, tightened his grip on her throat and held her at arms length, his eyes and mouth going wide as he exclaimed,
"GODDAMN! LOOK AT THE HUGE TITS ON THIS L'IL GIRL!"
"Toldja!" Allen said, Mandi could hear him smiling like a proud perverted poppa from behind her.
The scary biker was shorter and stockier than Allen but was just as intimidating, stronger and bigger than she was. He grinned in astonishment at her massive boobs grabbing and squeezing roughly at one and then the other, weighing them, evaluating them. He was more than pleased as he peeled the tiny triangles of her bikini aside to pinch and pull at the nipples that were still erect despite her fear. He twisted the hand that gripped her neck indicating that she was to turn to the side and he looked down at her tiny perfect ass and pawed at it too, one of his giant hands nearly spanning both of her butt-cheeks.
"Look at that l'il ass too!" He exclaimed, "Can I fuck it!?" He asked Allen.
"Nah not a chance" replied Allen "I ain't even fucked that hole myself yet, soon though, maybe by next time Don't worry though, her pussy is even tighter than Daisy's ass! If you remember that night!" they both laughed cruelly.
