White Rose

Bella's House II

Tara tugged a sheet over her left shoulder, shivering from the sudden cold. She opened her eyes, discovering that it was well into morning.

"Feeling better?" asked Bella, looking down at her friend with concern.

"Yeah. Does it actually feel cool in here?"

"Yeah, my dad turned on the air conditioner after he saw how bad you looked. He thought you had heat stroke or something."

"It feels good," smiled Tara, stretching her legs beneath the clammy sheets.

"Why don't you take a nice, long shower? These sheets are covered with sweat."

Tara threw back the covers, gingerly standing up, pleased when she didn't feel dizzy. She picked out a clean white t-shirt, shorts, and underwear along with her toothbrush and a comb. Tara walked down the unlit, cool hallway, turning right into the bathroom. She closed the door before peeling off her sticky tank top and pink panties. The young girl pulled aside the plastic shower curtain, then twisted the water knobs. Cold, clear water sprayed down from the suspended shower head, washing over Tara's outstretched right arm. Tara shuddered from the cold, she turned the hot water knob some more, until the spraying water was just right. Tara climbed into the shower, yanking the curtain shut, standing beneath the steady water stream. She rested her left palm against the tile wall while combing her sweat-stiff brown hair with the fingers of her right hand. The warm water caressed every inch of Tara's body, cleaning the dried perspiration that seemed to cling to the girl like a second skin. Tara slid her right hand down her throat, over her small, ripening breasts. She moaned softly with pleasure, then opened her eyes, reaching for the shampoo bottle.

A tall, wide shadow fell across the shower curtain. Tara gasped, retreating against the wall of the shower stall, the tiles cool when they touched her back and ass. The shower curtain was slashed away, and Tony stood there, his eyes absorbing every detail of Tara's nakedness.

"You enjoyed watching me fuck my little girl, didn't you?" leered Tony, his eyes ravishing Tara's panting tits. "You want me to fuck you?"

"N.n.no," stuttered Tara, her green eyes wide, her breathing so harsh she almost choked on her terror.

"I think you do," smiled Tony, raising one eyebrow. The fat man untied his thick red robe, discarding it on the floor. Tara stifled a cry of fear by stuffing her right fist into her mouth, her naked body shaking while she took note of Tony's flabby stomach, hairy chest, and hardening cock. Tony climbed into the shower, his bloated belly rubbing against Tara's right arm.

"Time to wash your beautiful hair, Tara," said Tony, taking the shampoo bottle from the wall shelf, pouring a generous portion into his left palm. He set the bottle back before pressing his palm on top of Tara's head and spreading the thick green shampoo all over her hair. Tara closed her eyes, facing the shower head, her tiny hands clenched in front of her naked belly as her friend's father scrubbed the shampoo into her silky tresses, his meaty hands massaging her scalp.

"Your hair's so nice and soft, like gossamer," purred Tony into Tara's right ear, placing his left hand on the back of her neck and gently pushing her head beneath the shower spray. The soap slithered down Tara's back and over her small tits, bits of white lather remaining on the upper surface of her breasts.

"Oops, still got some soap on you," observed Tony, pulling Tara against him so the water would wash the soap off of her soft titties. Tony slid his hands over Tara's breasts, wiping the slippery soap off of her warm, pink skin.

"Hair all nice and clean?"

"Uh, huh," nodded Tara, her body melting against Tony's.

"You're so lovely," murmured Tony, his left hand fondling Tara's left tit while his right hand rubbed her belly. Tara groaned weakly, she could feel the press of Tony's stiff cock against her small buttocks. Tony kissed the right side of Tara's neck, he licked the hot, young flesh with his cool tongue while his right hand descended to the naked girl's sex. He caressed her puffy labia, his thick index finger scratching the lips of her cunt. Tara rested limply against Tony's fat stomach, her thighs shivered, her pussy growing warmer and warmer as Tony stroked her little clit again and again.

"Oh! You've got a little pubic hair there!" noticed Tony, digging his finger into the tight patch of brown fur. "Let me take care of that."

The dripping obese man left Tara alone in the steaming shower stall. She rested against the wall, her right hand between her legs, rubbing up and down her pussy to keep it hot and moist. Tony returned quickly with a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor. He took his place behind Tara again, the wet girl pressing her tight ass against his crotch without instruction. Tony held the shaving cream can in his left hand, reaching around Tara's waist to squirt cream into his right palm. He moved his right palm to Tara's small brown bush, covering the patch of soft hair with cream. Tony set the can on the shelf, placing the razor in his right hand before resting the gleaming blade against Tara's mound. Tony slid the razor over Tara's skin, the blade making a scratching noise as it seared away a strip of the girl's pubic hair. Tara moaned with sensual ecstasy, her breasts shuddering, her tender pink lips trembling. Tony slid the razor down Tara's pussy again, cutting away another swath of silky brown cunt hair. Tara reached behind her back with her left hand, folding her small fingers around Tony's massive cock, stroking the engorged, veined shaft. Tony swiped the razor down again, curls of hair falling onto the shower floor, then washing away down the circular drain. With a few more swipes, Tara's pussy was as bare as a child's.

Tony put the razor on the shelf with the shaving cream before rubbing the girl's now hairless cunt. Tara sighed, slick honey oozing out of her pussy, washing over Tony's brown fingers. Tony raised his glistening fingers to his lips, savoring the sweet taste of the young girl's cum. He offered his fingers to Tara, who wantonly sucked on them, devouring her own sticky juices. Tony placed his paws on Tara's slender hips while she positioned her palms against the slick shower tile. The fat man eased his swollen cock into Tara's pussy, her cunt lips spreading wide apart to make enough room for Tony's thick shlong. Tony groaned in bliss, Tara's vagina squeezing tightly around his member. He started pumping his hips forward, driving his stiff meat deep into the young girl's belly. Tara leaned against her small hands, panting loudly, shower water flicking away from her soaked hair and bobbing tits. Tony wrapped his hairy arms around Tara's tiny waist. He raised the girl off her bare feet, her legs shaking as he shoved his cock into her ass over and over again. Tara strangled off a brief scream, her mouth gaping, pussy juice gushing from her slit. Tony's cock seemed to fill Tara's stomach, it smashed against the wall of her womb like an irresistible battering ram, pounding again and again against her. The sides of Tony's cock rubbed against the lips of her pussy, sending waves of pleasure through the naked young girl's tiny frame. Tony's flab rubbed Tara's spine as he buried his face in her wet hair, his tongue slipping across the back of her neck.

When the fat man could hold out no longer, he lowered Tara to the floor and pulled his quivering cock out of her pussy. Hot semen sprayed up to drench Tara's stomach and the undersides of her shaking tits. Tara leaned against the tile wall, warm shower water pouring over her back and heaving sides. Tony cleaned the tip of his cock on Tara's smooth buttocks, then left one last stream of cum inside her narrow crack. He turned Tara enough so he could cup her small chin and kiss her hotly on the mouth. The large man's tongue slid between Tara's submissive lips.

"Don't tell your father, please," said Tony before he left Tara alone in the humid, fog-filled shower stall.

Tara moved away from the shower head, letting the water spray wash the clinging cum from her flat stomach and budding breasts. She raised her thin arms over her head, arching her back, relishing the caress of the warm liquid against her creamy, bare skin.

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