Susie went away, or rather was sent away, for the summer by her stepfather. He thought he would keep her out of harm's way by having her live with kindly grandfather.
But that was only the start of her insatiable sex life.
She found such trouble in and around her grandfather's bed that finally the police had to be called.
And then the real fun started.
Even the cops could not keep their hands off little Susie and her hungry mouth.
She sucked the cops for all she was worth and then asked for more and more.
CHAPTER ONE
Susie lived with her stepfather. Her mother had died the previous year, but he had kept her on as her only other living relative was her grandfather, a half-senile old man. There had been a big family argument over who would have the privilege of bringing her up. Finally, they had put the question to her and she said she preferred to remain with her stepfather who had always been very kind to her and was extremely rich. Her grandfather had conceded his right to the child, with the stipulation that she would spend her summers with him out on Long Island where he lived by the beach.
Summer was upon them now and school had been out for about a week. It was time for her to visit her grandfather. The city was roasting hot and she would be glad to get to the beach since she loved the ocean. But she was sorry to leave her father behind. Brent, as she called him, would have to stay in their large, luxurious apartment all alone and she felt sorry for him.
The maid had packed her bags for her and it only remained for her to get out of bed and dress. She folded the yellow sheet down and looked around the room for a while so that she wouldn't forget what it looked like while she was away. Her collection of toy animals were neatly arranged on the shelf. Her grandfather had sent her one every year on her birthday for as long as she could remember. There was a bull with plastic horns, a floppy-eared dog, a panda, and a monkey with a long, curly tail. She was sure that her grandfather would treat her well while she stayed with him.
She slipped off her sheer, nylon nightgown and walked over to the mirror on the door of the wardrobe. She stretched before it and examined her body critically. Her skin was very pale and white all over. She was all one color from her cheeks down to the soles of her feet. Her breasts was small, but firm, though she was fourteen years old. She had seen other girls who had begun to develop breasts already and wondered what was delaying her own growth. She teased the soft rosette nipples with her fingers, trying to stretch them out by force. But they just popped back into her chest again without the least alteration.
There was a knock on the door and her father entered.
"Why aren't you at work, Brent? You will be awfully late and then your boss will yell at you like my teacher does at school."
"I just wanted to spend the morning with you, darling. I'll see you to the train myself. You know you'll be away for over a month. I don't want to visit there, as your grandpa and I aren't on the best of terms. But you must call me if you are lonely or homesick. Do you understand?"
"Oh, I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl and you needn't worry about me."
"Has my big girl taken her bath, yet? We can't sent you off to grandpa dirty, or hell think we aren't caring for you properly."
Brent walked into the bathroom which adjoined his daughter's room and turned the water on in the tub. He poured some bubble bath under the running tap and watched the bubbles appear and float on the surface pink, and baby blue and gold. Then he went back to his daughter and stood behind her in front of the mirror.
She was still a child. He tussled her hair, which was a bed-mussed mass of golden curls. Her bright blue eyes and the self-possessed expression in them reminded him of her mother, who he had loved dearly. He wondered if she would look exactly like her mom when she grew up. Already she had the same carriage and flirtatious way of looking at you over her shoulder when you stared at her back. She always seemed aware when you were staring at her. She was very bright and beautiful, and he was glad that he had her to look after.
She was fourteen years old already, but she still looked like a child. Adolescence had not made its inroads on her body yet. He loved the way her nipples protruded the slightest bit from her chest, which was flat. She had the most delightful beauty mark on her left breast. He brushed his finger over it now and she giggled. He held her by the shoulders and pressed her back against his body. The top of her head just reached his chest and he could feel her round ass pushing against his legs just beneath his genitals. He pressed them into her spine and rubbed himself against her erotically. She moved forward and looked around at him curiously.
She had felt his dick pressing into the bottom vertebrae of her spine. It had nudged her strongly and she had turned around to see what it was. His suit bulged out at the zipper and he moved his hand swiftly over it to press his cock back in place.
"I think your bath is ready," he said in an effort to distract her.
He helped her pin her hair up. The curls hung down teasingly around her neck and her shoulders. She held onto his arm helplessly as she put her foot into the warm foamy water. She smiled up at him and lifted her other foot in.
Then she stood there for a moment, posing. The suds billowed up around her shapely thighs. From the waist down she looked like a woman in miniature. Her ass protruded behind her. It was well-fed and dimpled. She had the most adorable ass that he had ever seen.
The bubbles began to burst around her hairy cunt. He pushed his hand into the suds and brushed some of it over the triangle between her legs. His head ached to look at her and he felt that she had better disappear beneath the suds and hide her nakedness before he did something to her.
"Come on, hurry up. Your train leaves in two hours, so you haven't time to dawdle," he said with irritation.
She slipped down into the water and the bubbles covered her chest and began bursting tickling about her tender young nipples.
"Brent," she said as her father turned his back to leave her. "You must soap me. I can't reach all the places by myself."
What a perfect little dictator she was. He realized what a brat he was making of her. He always gave her her way in everything. He could deny her nothing and she seemed to know it. He turned around to look at her once again with his and body heavy and aching. She would torture him with her nakedness. He could stand it for a little while longer and then she would be leaving him in peace.
He dipped his large hand into the steamy bubble water and contacted her soft skin. He rubbed a bar of scented soap over her stomach and she writhed erotically underneath his hard hand.
Then she slipped over on her back, her cute little ass bobbing up above the surface of the water. He moved his hand caressingly over the slippery cheeks that flushed pink from the heat of the bath. He closed his eyes and ran his hand across them. He dug his fingers into them hard as if he wanted to wrench them from her body. His nails dug into the erotic crack between the cheeks.
"You're hurting me, Brent. Am I so dirty back there? Don't rub so hard." Her voice reverberated against the shiny bathroom tiles and brought him back to reality. He released her buttocks from his strong grip and stood up again.
He looked down on her small body. She looked so helpless and fragile among the bursting bubbles. His hands dripped water onto his pants. She was driving him wild with desire. He wondered if other men felt like he did when they saw her.
He wiped his hands on a towel and turned his back on her. The steam that filled the room made his mind dizzy and he bent his head against the wall and then rolled up his sleeve. He thought he was going mad.
"Brent, will you carry me back to my room like you always do?"
"You're getting too big and heavy," he protested.
"Oh, please. Just this one last time? Please?" she whined piteously. And he couldn't resist.
He took a big bath towel down from a rack on the wall. She stood up with the water cascading off her gleaming pink limbs and he wrapped the towel around her hurriedly so as not to be hypnotized by her enticing young body.
He lifted her from the tub. She weighed practically nothing in his arms. It seemed so paradoxical that he was ten times as big and strong as she was, yet she was his master and he had no choice but to do her bidding. He spun her around in his arms once or twice to make her scream. She cried out gleefully and kicked her feet. Her voice was not frightened, but only excited, yet it did his heart good to hear her break the silence and the tension.
He dumped her on the bed and the ends of the towel fell away from her body. He stared at her with aching eyes. She was all pink and supple. Her limbs were completely relaxed and she seemed to look up at him longingly with her big blue eyes. She fluttered her lashes at him.
"I'll miss you, Daddy."
"I'll miss you too, darling." He bent over her body and smothered her cheeks with kisses. Then something snapped inside him and he fled from the room.
When he returned, she was dressed in a prim yellow and blue plaid sundress. Her arms and back were bare. He took her by her white hand and led her out of the room, picking up her suitcase in his free hand. It seemed like an endless amount of time that they spent alone together in the elevator. His body was rigid with the effort of keeping his hands away from her body. Finally, the door opened and he rushed her to his car. He drove quickly to Pennsylvania Station and gave her her ticket, entrusting her luggage to a porter who would show her to the right track.
"I'll see you in the fall, my darling," he said kissing her warm cheek. "Take care of yourself and say hello to your grandpa for me." I hope to God I love you less when you return to me in the fall, he thought to himself as he watched her small figure disappear into the crowd.
He felt his mind completely muddled. He couldn't go to the office now, so he decided to go for a drive and try to distract his mind from his daughter. He started off down Seventh Avenue. At the corner of Thirty-fourth Street he noticed a young girl hitchhiking downtown. He pulled up to the curb without even thinking what he was doing and opened the door next to him for her to climb in.
"Thank you, mister. Uhm, air-conditioning. That's super. It's really hot out there in the sun."
"Where are you headed for? You just get off the train from the Island?"
"Yeah, you guessed it. I'm on my way to the East Village to visit some friends. Are you going near there?"
"I just put my daughter on the train; she's only fourteen. How old are you?"
"I'm sixteen," she lied.
He began to drive off downtown. The streets were practically empty because of the burning mid-day heat. Suddenly, the sky clouded over and it began to rain. It was one of those summer cloudbursts. He pulled over to the side of the avenue as he couldn't see where he was going very well. The rain cascaded down in sheets and battered against the windshield noisily.
"You don't mind if I pull over for a moment. I can't see where I'm going. If I let you out in this weather you'd spoil your clothes, so why don't we just wait for the rain to pass over. It's only a summer shower."
She nodded at him agreeably and he took the opportunity to look her over. She didn't look as old as she said she was. Her rouge and lipstick were applied smearily, obviously from inexperience. But her body was rather womanly. She wore one of those short-sleeved nylon blouses that are made of puckered material that fits skin tight over the body. The material was white and showed her pink bra underneath it. Her arms were fleshy and shapely, like her bust. His heart was beating fast as he looked her over.
"Are you going to meet your boyfriend?" he asked idly.
"No, my girl friend. We want to go around to some of those singles bars tonight," she admitted. "There isn't much action out on the island these days. Just beach parties," she said with disgust.
"Maybe you'd like to come up to my apartment for a while. I don't live far from here. I work for an advertising company and I was thinking that you might be perfect for a campaign I've been working on. We've been looking for the right girl, young and fresh like you."
She thought about it for a moment. He said he had a young daughter. He was probably on the level. She couldn't really believe his story, but she was so flattered by his offer that she couldn't resist the temptation. She told him that she wouldn't mind. She wasn't due to show up at her girl friend's for hours anyway.
The rain let up and Brent drove east and back uptown. He felt at ease now. He was about to satisfy the need that had been building up inside him all morning. This girl was nowhere near as beautiful or as enticing as Susie, but for that very reason he knew that he couldn't feel guilty about taking her.
She was dumb and vulnerable and this made him feel strong and manly. She would suit his purposes just fine.
When they arrived at the apartment he prepared them each a drink. The girl's name was Barbie and it was obvious that she had never drunk anything stronger than beer before. She admitted that this was the first time she had ever been to the city alone. She said that she would like it if he would teach her what the different drinks were so that she wouldn't appear so innocent when she and her friends went out together that evening.
He told her frankly that the only drinks he could prepare for her were made with Cool Cola, the product that he thought she might model for. Cool Cola and rum, Cool Cola and rye, he let her try a few different drinks out until she was quite drunk.
Then he began to show her some portfolios of photographs. The first was from their present campaign. There were numerous pictures of smiling girls in bikinis, in hot pants and in tennis outfits, each with a bottle of Cool Cola in their hand. The captions read: "Girls who drink Cool Cola always smile. Cool Cola bubbles all the way down. Have fun with Cool Cola; look for our new tapered bottle."
Then some pictures slipped out from the back of the portfolio and fell on the floor. Barbie picked them up and was completely taken by surprise at what she saw. Brent knew what the pictures were without looking. He was more intent on watching the girl's face. She turned red with embarrassment. Her eyes got wide in disbelief. It tickled him to see her so shocked.
The first picture was one of the bikini model, only this time she was naked. Only one of her breasts was visible around the hairy thigh of a naked man. He had a long erection the tip of which was poked into her mouth. Her lips sucked erotically at the head. The shaft had some letters printed along the length of it which read: "Cool Cola makes you smile."
The next picture, predictably, was of the hot pants model. She sat cross-legged with her cunt hanging open to view. Her red lips were parted and a pearly liquid dripped down her mouth and over her breasts. A droplet hung from her large red nipple. The caption read, "Cool Cola tickles all the way down."
The last one was the worst of all. The tennis model was rolled over on her back. Her legs were perched over her body with her toes dangling next to her shoulders. Her little ruffled skirt hung down over her thighs. It was dirty and rumpled as if she had been rolling around on the ground. Her hands were thrust between her legs gripping a soda bottle which was thrust up her cunt, "try our tapered bottle."
Barbie looked up at him in amazement. Brent began to laugh until the tears streamed over his cheeks. He slapped his hand against her stockinged-knee and ran it up and down her thigh as he convulsed with laughter.
"You can't always take your work seriously. Every now and then the photographers decide to have some fun. I think that this is a marvelous bit of fun. You'd really be surprised at how it helps you to think up imaginative slogans for your new campaign. You've really got to think of every angle. It's no secret that there's a lot of tenuously covered over sexuality in advertisements."
Barbie began to laugh too. She felt prudish suddenly at not having gotten the joke. Her breasts heaved delightfully as she covered her mouth and giggled. She decided that she could learn a lot about the fast city world from this man.
She grabbed another batch of photos which he had set down on the couch beside him. He looked over her shoulder as she examined these. They were pictures that he had taken of Susie. First there was one of her naked on a bear rug. Her ass stuck up in the air and she had her head laid on her arm as she smiled at the camera. Next was one of her in a sheer nightgown. Her dark nipples peeped through the thin material and her eyes looked seductively out from the photo. In the last one she was propped over a man's knee. Her head and blonde hair hung down almost to the floor and her ass stuck up roundly as the man's hand was suspended in thin air over her buttocks. Her feet were a blur of kicking.
Brent looked at this picture for a long time. His wife had taken it when she was still alive. They had been punishing Susie for disappearing from in front of the house when she was supposed to always remain in view of the doorman.
They had decided to take the photo so that she would be able to remind herself of what would happen if she disobeyed her parents. Brent had disciplined her with relish. He remembered that his wife had had to stop him after a while because he had gotten so caught up in slapping her luscious ass. He had promised not to hit her anymore as it seemed to make him lose control of himself. When he had finally released his daughter, he realized the extent of his excitement. His pants had become wet with scum.
He sat close to the girl next to him. He pressed his hand to her cheek and turned her face towards him. He kissed her gently on the lips. Then he surrounded the back of her neck with his hand and pressed her mouth hard against his own probing his tongue inside. She started to struggle against his strong grip, but he held her there and pressed her breasts against his body.
"Oh, don't do that," she whispered when he finally released her.
"You're a bad little girl. You know that don't you? I think you deserve to be punished. You shouldn't be in some strange apartment with a man you never met before. What would your father day?"
He dragged her across his lap and began slapping her bottom soundly. He liked the sound that his hand made against the tight black leather shorts that she wore. Her screams also excited him. He let his hand fall over her plush ass again and again. His palm became hot and red, the heat seeming to spread from it through the rest of his body.
Then he flung her on her back across the couch. She stared at him in fright and lifted her hands as if to protect her face. He straddled her stomach and pulled the blouse up over her face. He eyed her pink bra and could see that it was well padded. He inserted his hand under her back and snapped the clasp of it. He pulled it up and was delighted to find that she was much less busty than he had anticipated when he had first seen her.
He pulled the blouse and the bra off over her head, wondering why she would want to distort her body unnaturally. He molded his palms over her soft pubescent breasts. The nipples moved sensitively under his hands. She cast her eyes down now to watch him work her over.
He rubbed his thumb irritatingly across the smooth mounds. He manipulated the nipples back and forth until they began to pucker with tension. Then he bent his head down to suck on them. He drew them up and out delightfully with his lips. She tried to pull away from him and he bit in with his teeth and she sank down again and ceased resisting.
She could feel him lolling her nipples around with his tongue. They felt cold and then hot in his mouth. He sucked on them rapaciously and when he bit into one she thought that he would detach it from her breast; the pain went searing through her body. But when he finally released it, she found herself sighing deeply with relief and pleasure. Soon she was holding the back of his head with her hands and bristling the little gray hairs that peppered the darker ones. His lips never stopped massaging her and soon she felt her whole body rigid with excitement beneath him.
He sucked on endlessly, but his hands were busy as well. He unzipped the side of her shorts and began pulling them down over her thighs. Her undies came down with them because her hot pants were so tight. She found herself kicking her legs to try and be rid of them. He glanced up from his work for a moment and helped her off the couch.
He made her parade around in her pantyhose. They were pink and gave her skin a delightful cast like strawberry ice cream. He could see the sensuous crack in her ass clearly through the transparent nylon. When she turned to face him again her pubic hairs were clearly visible. The black curls were pressed tightly against her crotch by the material. They looked like they were being preserved forever behind glass. Her thighs curved smoothly outward encased like thick sausages in the stockings. She looked good enough to eat.
He beckoned her towards him and she wiggled over in his direction. She was trying to be sexy, but she came off by being cute, which was even more seductive to him. He held her tightly between his knees and peeled down her stockings. Then he pressed his lips into the fragrant hairs of her pussy and began kissing them fervidly.
She felt his tongue suddenly jut into the crack of her cunt. She moaned as she realized what he was about. She began to sink down to the floor as she realized that he would certainly make her go all the way. It had been fun up until now, but she was suddenly frightened. The tears spouted on her cheeks as she sank down in front of him.
He sat down on the couch and watched her weep. The tears rolled in streams over her cheeks which were an excited red. Her tits were pressed against her body by her upraised arms so that the nipples bulged delightfully at the crook of her elbows. He began to undress hurriedly. He felt excited all over. Her fearfulness made him feel powerful. It had been a long time since he had had a virgin. There didn't seem to be any in the city no matter how young he tried girls. But he was sure from her embarrassed behavior that Barbie was pure.
His cock was semi-erect already. It stuck out in front of him eight inches and flexible. He stepped over to where Barbie sat and kneeled over her crotch on the couch. He raised himself up on his knees so that his prick bounced under her chin. Then he forced her to slide down on the plush pillows until her mouth was at a level with his long member.
He pushed it between her reluctant lips. He pressed her cheeks together with his fingers and forced her mouth open. Then he poked it inside and as he grabbed her breasts she began to suck. She lolled her tongue around it as he milked her tits. He was pulling on them desperately, trying to work up her passion. He twisted and tweaked the nipples and she took the whole length of it inside her finally. He began to shove it inside her and she responded by closing her lips around it sensuously.
His hairy balls bobbed under her chin and she could feel the saliva slipping disgustingly down the sides of her mouth, but still she kept drawing it deeper into her throat. She twisted her tongue around the head of it teasingly and let her lips slide over the surface of it as he pulled it out only to enter again. She could feel the veins bulging on the surface and it grew harder and harder until it finally exploded. She choked the scum down and coughed around his dick so that he finally withdrew it.
They both watched it shrivel up before their eyes. He twanged it feebly in his hands. Then he bent down in front of her, shoving her knees apart with his hands and began to eat her out.
He pressed the hairy lips aside with his fingers. She was all pink inside and he brushed his hard fingernail inside the crack just to hear her moan. He detected the little pink clitoris clinging to one of her labia and flicked it with his nail. It shuddered at the contact and she tried to close her knees, but he was quick to bend his head into her crotch.
He stuck out his. tongue and licked up and down the tender crack until he felt her hands on his head once again. She was pressing him down and inside her. She was hot and raunchy and dying for his big cock, but first he wanted to tease her some more. He liked the way she shivered and moaned. He could feel his second erection growing between his thighs.
He took her little clitty between his lips and sucked it delicately at first. Then he took it between his teeth and bit into it feelingly. Her ass jumped up into the air, but he hung onto the tender tidbit, ragging it around and trying to enlarge it. It was so petite that it was hard to detect. As he clung to her clitoris, he thrust his long index finger into her twat. She moaned and spread her legs apart as he massaged her tight hole open and let his finger bounce off the protective hymen. Now she was ready for him.
He climbed between her thighs and she lay there motionless looking up at him desirously. He wagged his enlarged cock over her ceremoniously. It was fully erect and he pulled the head back several times to test its firmness. He spread her thighs with his hands and nestled himself down on top of her. He poked his dick inside her warm cunt until the tip of it came up against the virginal membrane. He held his breath as he dug his knees into the couch for support and then lunged forward. He felt himself double up painfully against the tough hymen and bounce back again.
He paused for a moment to renew his strength and she writhed around on the couch painfully. Then he dug it into her again. He felt himself come up against the insidious barricade and he held her thighs tightly as he pushed through steadily and felt it fall inside. He shoved himself all the way into her and she wiggled delightfully around him, trying to escape.
He began to work it in and out until he sunk in to the hilt and felt his balls bobbing against the bottom of her pussy. She was tight and he wiggled his dick around to loosen her and work up the juices. He thrust his hands under her ass to pick her up so that he could plunge into her from above. He let himself slip out feeling her muscles holding him back and then thrust deeply with the force of gravity aiding him, burying himself in her succulent pussy.
She felt him grow larger and larger inside her until she felt herself straining with the pressure of his tremendous cock. She felt entirely full of him and her muscles were tightened to their utmost limits. She thought that if he didn't remove himself she would burst asunder. He moved back and she felt herself caving in, but then he lunged forward once again and she began moving frantically around him. She grew warm with her efforts and finally felt the tension build to an extreme. She cried out in terror as he thrust again and again, breaking her apart. Then the tension seemed to shatter and her thighs gave way to his knees. She felt herself melting around him as she reached the first climax of her life.
He felt her soft and moist around him. Brent drove through her like a plow through soft snow. He was all hardness and she, all softness. He socked it into her over and over with the delight of his power conquering her weakness. Then he felt his strength gather through his whole body only to drain through his dick as he pumped it into her one last time and exploded his liquid passion inside of her. His whole body trembled as he concluded his efforts and lay down on top of her small, hard body, with his fluids dripping from him and sapping his strength.
He heaved a sigh of relief.
It was over.
CHAPTER TWO
Susie's grandfather was waiting for her at the station. She saw him from the window of the train before they had even stopped moving. She rolled her window up and waved to him, but he didn't see her. She took the opportunity to observe his suntanned face and his little white goatee. She thought that he looked very dignified and she was glad that he was her grandfather. He walked with a cane with which he menaced other people who got in his way. She knew that he could be gruff with other people, but he was never that way with her.
She stepped down from the platform and the porter threw her bag after her. She ran into her grandfather's arms. He knelt down to receive her.
"Susie, child, here I am," he howled at her in his excitement and waved his cane.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! I'm here." She ran toward him.
He pressed her in his arms and tickled her nose and cheek with his beard. He always made her laugh when he kissed her. She jumped up and down in front of him.
"What present have you got for me?" She repeated over and over again.
He said that she would have to wait until they got to the house to get her present. He wouldn't even tell her what it was until they got there. He called a taxi and gave him the address of his cottage by the shore. He held his arm around her shoulder and hugged her to him as they rode along.
When they arrived at the house he carried the bag in by himself sending the cabby off immediately. He wanted to be alone with his grand-daughter whom he hadn't seen for almost a year. He sat down in his rocking chair and turned her around before him in his wrinkled hands. She was taller and plumper than she had been after her mother died. He judged that her stepfather had been keeping her happy and well fed. He was pleased.
He had been lonely over the long winter months. And after the settlement, the lawyers had made, he had spent his time waiting impatiently for the summer when his grand-daughter would visit him. The thought of seeing her again had obsessed his mind.
He observed her critically now. Her hair had remained blonde as it had always been. She looked more like her mother every year. She was the image of her mother as a child. He wondered if she was just as wild and full of life as her mother had been at that age. He remembered how curious she had been as a child about her anatomy. How she had loved to run around the house naked. How she would sneak into his bed at night and play with his cock and balls. They had been her favorite toys.
"Grandpa, what gift have you got for me?" She persisted in her inquiry. She was a mercenary little thing, but he thought that perfectly natural. He wanted her to be strong and self-interested. That was the only way to get along in the modern world.
He took a box from the bookcase behind him.
It contained assorted sticks of sugar candy. The sticks were of all different colors made especially to delight a child.
"Oh, thank you, Grandpa." She was very polite and kissed him on the cheek. He picked her up and sat her in his lap and rocked back and forth in his chair while she stuck a green stick of candy into her mouth.
She sucked on it noisily and pulled it in and out from between her lips. It grew glossy with wetness and she revolved it around inside her mouth sensuously. The saliva collected at the sides of her mouth and her quick tongue would slip out now and again to lick the excess away.
"You must be tired, my dear, after your long journey. I think you should take a nap before you go out to play."
He picked her up in his arms and carried her off to the bedroom that he had specially prepared for. It had cheerful yellow wallpaper and a large, bouncy bed. He had decorated it with stuffed animals so that she shouldn't feel lonely. He laid her small body down on the bed. She still clung to the box of candy that he had given her.
"Grandpa, lay down beside me until I fall asleep like my daddy does."
He rested his back against the headboard and began to help her undress. He undid the bow at the back of her dress and it unfolded from her body like the wings of a butterfly. He folded it neatly and lay it at the foot of the bed. Her top half was naked now and just her cotton panties remained. He admired her soft skin and patted the curls on her head. He undid the elastic around her pony-tail so that the curls hung freely around her shoulders.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep with the candy still pressed inside her mouth. He found his hand wandering over his body. He loosened his collar as he felt himself growing drowsy with the midday heat. He unbuckled his belt with the intention of taking a nap with her, but found that he felt too excited to relax.
His hand brushed over her soft red nipples and they puckered erotically at his touch. He pressed a finger over each one playfully and pressed them into her chest and then released them so that they bounced up again. He was delighted at the resiliency of her young body.
His hands traveled over her tender round stomach. He let his thumb rest inside her navel and she moved uncomfortably on the bed. He removed his hand so as to not disturb her and then loosened his pants, undoing the fly so that his trousers hung loosely around his hips. Then he began to explore her body onct again.
He nestled his fingers under the elastic band that held up her panties. He felt the warm mound of Venus rising under his hand with every breath that she took. He could feel his own dick moving restlessly between his legs. It seemed to inflate with every quiver of her pussy and every breath that she took.
His mind became hazy as he pressed his body up against her. His pants came down around his hips and his semi-erect penis poked from the open seam in his shorts. He rubbed it against her soft skin over and over again. She rolled over in her sleep and poked her round ass into his crotch. He placed his hand on top of her body's childlike hip and moved his dick next to her clean white underwear. He could feel the crack in her ass through the material. His dick became firmer with every rub.
He rolled her over on the bed toward him, and still she slept on. Children have the power to sleep through anything it seems. You can walk them from one room to the next and they won't remember it the next morning. Susie's grandfather knew this sacred power and counted on it to keep her unconscious while he satisfied his desperate need.
He turned himself around on the bed until her face was at a level with his crotch. He removed the candy from her mouth and poked his long thick, member between her lips in its place. She sucked on it willingly not noticing the difference, accepting the substitution without letting it disturb her sleep. He wiggled it into her warm mouth and she opened her lips to take it all inside. He felt her lips close around it again and he could pop it in and out now and she would never let it fall.
While he moved restlessly beside her on the bed, letting her suck his stiff member like a stick of candy, he lowered her panties over her thighs and pressed his lips to her tender pubis. It was hairy and warm. The skin that covered it was puffy but extremely soft. He could detect the crack that denoted the beginning of her pussy and he let his tongue slip between the delicate lips.
She pressed herself up against his body affectionately and he let his tongue have free rein between her legs. The top leg fell to the side behind her so that he was able to lick inside her without prying her legs apart and disturbing her rest. He pressed the labia aside so that he could see the tender clitoris sticking up like a small pink peak of passion. He fastened his lips around it and took it deep inside his mouth feeling her take the full length of his cock in her own.
She was sucking him passionately now. He felt her tongue wrapped wetly around his throbbing member and her saliva wetting it deliciously. It had been a long time since he had indulged in any activity of this sort, but the shadow of his formerly tireless body returned to him at this time. He seemed to be reliving the past. His member responded to the memory of his conquests and struck forward willfully. He began to thrust with his knees and thighs, to work it into her powerfully until he could feel her mouth gurgling around it like a whispering spring.
He could feel the veins bulging with the blood of his youth. He held her thighs powerfully in his arms as he rested his bearded chin between her thighs and rested his face on her quivering mound of Venus. He plunged it inside her again and again with strength and feeling. It grew in her mouth like a withered stalk that has suddenly been revived by the spring rains. She sucked him down deliciously into her throat and he could hear her whimpering in her sleep. It reminded him of all the women he had ever known, who had been made limp and suffered loudly at his amorous attentions.
It suddenly seemed appropriate to him that a child should reawaken passion in his ancient limbs. Her youth and unconsciousness seemed to compliment his age and experience. He knew precisely what he was doing, but was able to hide the immorality of it away from his rational mind. She remained completely innocent and knew not what she was about.
He felt her lips retaining his cock inside her. She sucked on it thirstily and he had not the strength to move. He let it linger inside her and felt her drawing it out longer and longer. His cock began to shiver and throb and finally spurted forth its luscious juices inside her. He watched her throat move as she swallowed his succulent emission down. He rolled over, removing his dick from her loving lips and fell asleep beside her.
Nancy awoke with a burning sensation in her cunt. She moved her fingers sensitively between the lips and felt that it was raw and irritated, though she didn't know why. It was probably the effect of her grandfather's beard agitating against her tender lips-but she had no memory of that escapade.
She was thirsty as well. Her mouth tasted distinctly salty and rather dry. She nudged her grandfather beside her and told him her complaints. He smiled at her knowingly and told her to put on her bathing suit and they would go swimming.
She dressed in a little bikini that her father had bought her especially for her vacation at the shore. It was red and blue and gold. The pants were low cut so that her navel showed alluringly before her. Upon each of her bony hips rested a golden clasp that attached the two halves together. The top was suspended from around her neck and tied behind her. It formed a triangle over her breasts. She had a long, slinky midsection and a slim waist that would all be exposed to the healthful rays of the sun.
Her grandfather took her to the beach. They walked down the sandy shoreline until they reached the area that was under the surveillance of the lifeguard. Grandfather set up his chair and his umbrella and sent her off to play by herself. He collapsed in his chair and soon fell back to sleep after his strenuous exertion of the earlier afternoon. She sat beside his hair for a few moments digging in the sand. Then she went off to explore on her own.
Susie was of a naturally curious disposition. She went off with her bucket looking for shells. The tide was out and she was able to wander far out onto the wet sand that a few hours before had been the floor of the ocean. She watched the sand mush up between her toes. It felt all oozy and cold and she liked it. Soon the waves were splashing around her ankles and she was running away from them and then chasing them back as they receded. She was not at all aware that someone was observing her closely.
Nick was a big strong lifeguard. He took the same job every year as it gave him the opportunity to get a good tan and relax in the sun. He liked to watch girls play in the sand.
Through his spy glasses Nick noticed a little blonde child on the beach. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She had clear blue eyes and lovely smooth white skin. Her hair curled over her back and she was playing dangerously close to the breakers which were beginning to come in again with the tide. He watched her fearfully awaiting the opportunity to save her from the clutches of the deadly sea.
She ran up and down the shoreline without the least bit of fear. He was amazed and shocked at her lack of caution. Finally a big wave came up behind her and knocked her over. He gasped and rose to his feet, but before he could make a move she was up on her feet again and laughing.
During his break he came down from his high tower and looked for her among the crowds, he had to talk to her. Nick couldn't communicate with many people. He was at his best with children. He seemed to understand them and was good at amusing them. All the children on the beach loved him which was why he was hired again as lifeguard each year. Where other young men got tired of watching the monotonous rolling of the waves, were burned by the constant beating of the sun against their skin, Nick, thrived on it. He never grew weary or bored and he always tanned and never burned. He seemed perfectly suited to his job and received good tips for his obvious dedication.
He approached the child he had been watching from above. He singled her out easily by the unique colors and style of her bathing suit. He went up to her and smiled. She smiled in a friendly self-assured way and he felt sure that he wouldn't frighten her if he spoke to her. She felt secure with his strong hands around her body.
"Hi. I'm Nick, the lifeguard. You're new here aren't you?"
"My name is Susie. I'm visiting my grandfather. I'm glad to meet you." She held out her hand to him politely.
He took her cool little hand in his own big paw and shook it gently. He liked the feel of her soft skin against his own weather beaten flesh.
"Do you know how to swim? The ocean can be dangerous if you don't know how to take care of yourself. Would you like me to take you in the water and teach you a thing or two?"He asked her in a kind voice that she immediately liked.
"I'm afraid to go in the water. The waves look too big."
"Well, when you get out among them they won't seem so bad. I promise I'll look after you. I'd like to teach you to swim if you want to learn."
She took his big hand again and let him lead her out into the ocean. The water was extremely cold but it felt good against her overheated body. When it reached her crotch it irritated her little pussy with its salt. It burned her and made her conscious of its presence between her legs with every step she took.
He grasped her around her small waist and told her to kick her feet. She followed his instructions faithfully. She felt secure with his strong hands around her body. Then he grabbed her by the seat of her bathing suit. It lifted away from her ass and he was able to look at her plump buttocks and see the tender crack that parted them. He couldn't help watching the rhythm of her thighs and ass as she kicked her legs. When he set her on her feet again her bathing suit top had been set askew and one rosette nipple poked over the top of her suit. He lifted the material gently back over her breast and his finger contacted the soft nipple for a moment. He felt a thrill pass through his whole body.
He had never known a child to be so sexy. Usually he felt affectionate toward the kids who were put into his care on the beach. But he was aware of a definite sexual attraction to this young thing. He poked his hand down into the water next to his crotch and rearranged his dick and balls in a more comfortable position.
"What's that out there?" Susie asked pointing to something floating out on the horizon.
"That's the float. It's made for swimmers to rest on. But none of the people around here seem to be strong enough to make it out that far. It's like a raft only it's resting on empty oil drums that help to keep it afloat."
"Oh, I see. Have you ever been out there?"
"Sure. It's nice. The sea is all around you and you can't even hear any of the noises from the beach. I could take you out there if you want to."
"Yes, I'd like that. Please take me."
He hoisted her up on his slippery back and told her to hang on tight. Then he started off through the deep water with a strong stroke. He drove them through the waves which frequently swept over his head. But he would always hold his breath and never seemed to weaken. She grasped her arms around his neck so that her head never fell below the water.
He felt her crotch moving against his back. She pressed herself tightly to him and her little breasts stuck to his back. He could feel her moving up and down on his back, slipping seductively over his wet skin. Her hair dangled in moist wisps over his neck and face. He took a strand of it in his mouth and sucked on it. It tasted delightfully salty and he wrapped it around his tongue as he propelled them both through the water.
When they reached the float he hoisted her up over the side. Then he pressed his hands onto the wooden surface and rocked it down to the level of the sea and pushed himself over its side. He lay panting on the deck and she sat beside him with her hair hung over her shoulder and dripping delightfully onto his chest. She let her hand play on his hairy torso. She wrapped the curls around her little fingers and laughed at the way his chest expanded as he breathed heavily after his long swim.
He pressed his hand against the back of her head and made her lay her ear against his nipple. She listened to the loud pounding of his heart. It seemed to send sound waves through her whole body. Then he pushed her on top of himself and they tussled together playfully, rolling over and over on the surface of the float. He was careful to never land on her too heavily and she giggled excitedly as they played this new game.
They came to the edge of the raft and he settled himself on top of her. Her head hung over the edge and the wavelets jumped up against the side of the float and splashed her face. She could see the blue sky above and the feel of the rolling motion of the float underneath them making the surrounding seascape bob dizzily up and down. She closed her eyes and inhaled the delectable sea air deeply.
Nick was looking down at her as he supported his own heavy bulk over her slender body. Her hair was moist and limp as it fell over the edge of the raft. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. He pressed his lips to them to feel their heat. Then he began moving the lower half of his body sensuously over her, rubbing his genitals across her legs and crotch.
"What are you doing?" She opened her eyes and asked curiously.
"I'm scratching myself."
"I itch down there too. Maybe we could take our suits off and scratch each other," she suggested with a giggle and entrusted her crotch to his hand.
He was surprised at her candidness. He wondered if she could possibly suspect his intentions. She wasn't too young to know much about sex and she could imagine that she knew how easily she was letting herself in for a surprise. A big surprise at that.
He helped her to slip off the bottom of her bathing suit and entrusted her crotch to his hand while she undid the top. She showed him where it itched and he said that he would try to make it feel better. He lay himself across the float with his head between her legs. He pressed her thighs apart and inspected the red, irritated lips of her pussy. Then he poked his head inside and began licking the whole surface of it tenderly.
"Oh, that feels good, lick it some more."
He obliged her willingly letting his tongue loose and lapping her all over. Finally he found her tender cut and sucked it between his lips. He could hear her moaning and feel her palpitating underneath him. He pressed her hand against her stomach to keep her still while he worked her over. He felt his erection nudging against his pants and loosed the string that held his balls and dick close to his body inside his swimsuit. Then he pulled the suit over his thighs and kicked it from his ankles.
He swung his body over hers with a little leap. He lowered his knees on either side of her body so that his dick dangled in her face. She began to slap it back and forth playfully. He didn't care what she did with it as long as he felt her possessing it in one way or another. He knew that it would eventually occur to her to put it in her mouth.
Susie examined his dick curiously. She had never seen the naked member at such close quarters before. She liked the feel of the soft head of it. It was a lovely red color. She teased the bulging veins that ran along the length of it, running her fingers over them with soft tickling strokes. Finally she poked her pointy little tongue out of her mouth and licked the tip of his dick. It tasted salty and made her thirst for more. She pulled down on his balls and lowered the long shaft into her mouth where she began to suck on it sensuously.'
He began to lick her out voraciously as he raised and lowered himself into her moist mouth. He felt her take the whole length of him in and then hang onto it with her lips as he pulled it out again. Then she pushed his dick aside and cupped her hand over his hairy balls. She stuffed both of them into her mouth at once. Her tongue ran over them wetting and tickling them sensitively. She had a delicate touch and never hurt him in the slightest. Inexperience didn't seem to matter. She knew instinctively what to do.
He poked his finger up her twat and his nail came up against the hymen which he poked a couple of times just for fun. He wouldn't wait till later to puncture it permanently. He just wanted to make sure that she was a virgin as he suspected. It moved him passionately that a little virgin like Susie could take to this sexual game so quickly, like a fish to water. She snapped up the bait so eagerly that he was sure he would have no trouble getting into her no matter how tight her twat, she would cooperate. He was proud of the way he had of winning children's confidence, though he had never thought of using his talent to this illicit end before.
Now that his dick was weighing heavily between his legs and she seemed to be tiring of playing with his toys, decided to get down to business. He turned her over on her back and told her that they were going to play a little game of horsey. When he told her to she should buck move as one expected a horse to do and he would try and hang on to her and ride her if he could. She said that that sounded like fun and lifted her ass cooperatively up in the air.
He held her plush little bottom between his knees and pointed his spur at her tight little twat. He pushed the head of his member up against the place where he knew the entrance to her pleasure palace lay. He grabbed her plump ass in his hands and shoved forward with a quick driving motion. He felt the muscles at the entry give way and the head sucked inside her. It came up against the membrane that was spread protectively across her canal and he drove himself in with a twist and a push that sent them both flying forward. He landed heavily on top of her and she began to writhe in terror.
The more she twisted and pulled and pushed, the deeper he was imbedded inside her tight little cunt. She moaned beneath his heavy weight wondering if he were trying to kill her. Finally she just lay still and let him work out his aggression.
He shoved it into her again and again. His member grew thicker and thicker and thicker as she was so tight around him. But he could feel her juicing up and it began to be easier for him to thrust and pull. He put his hands underneath her stomach and inside her crotch. He grasped her little clit between his knuckles as he pulled her on and off him.
He was fucking her hard and fast now. Her body was lifted completely off the ground as he flung her in every direction. Finally he felt himself explode like a balloon that had been pumped too full. He plunged it in to the hilt and felt himself unleash a gush of semen inside her. She was forced forward by the strength of his climax. She fell off his cock exuding semen from her tender little hole. He bent to her pussy and licked her aching wound.
Something strange had happened to her out on the ocean. The big life guard had taken her in his arms as her father often did, but then something had happened: he had invaded her private regions with his thick probe. She had felt like one of those little fish that wind up on a big hook. The big fisherman would pull it up from the waves and let it wiggle around sensuously for a few moments until he could grab hold of it and release it. Then he would throw it back in the sea with blood dripping from its mouth.
She had felt the sharp pain of the hook inside her loins, and the come dripping from her thighs as he probed his rod inside her, looking for his own release. He had stretched her out good and proper until her muscles went loose with the struggle. Then she had floundered beneath him as under some huge wave and let his foaming liquids surge inside her.
This was sex she knew. She felt old with the awareness. Back in the beach cottage with her grandfather she spent a quiet evening thinking it all over. She sat on her grandfather's lap as he rocked in his chair. She tried to feel the thing between his legs. She wondered if she had the power to make it rise from the tomb of old age. He seemed satisfied to just rock back and forth with her small body clasped in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to hold her.
She wondered what it was that made the magic wand rise up between a man's thighs. She had seen her father naked many times, with his snake dangling lifeless between his legs. Once she had even seen it stiff and erect, but he had covered himself and been angry at its appearance.
She had had a bad dream and gone running into Popsy's room to be comforted. She had climbed into his warm bed and nestled herself next to his strong comforting body. Then she had felt it prodding her in the back. Her father had wrapped the sheet around him so that she could no longer feel the bristling hairs of his manliness. He hid himself away from her and she had cried. Then he had gotten angry, saying that she was too old to sleep in his bed. It wasn't proper. He had carried her into her own room and sat up with her until she had fallen asleep again.
Why was that? Why wouldn't he let her sleep with him? It was obvious to her now that it was his penis that had come between them. He hadn't wanted to show her the magic rod between his legs because it wasn't proper. The evil of intimacy haunted her. She was glad to have achieved that closeness with Nick, the lifeguard. Now she would know what to expect from men. She could make them play her own games.
By her rules!
Susie found that she couldn't sleep the next morning. The sun came in too brightly through the window and she awoke before seven. She decided to take a walk out on the beach by herself. She wanted to explore the dunes that made mountainous ridges further down the shore. They were wild and jungly in her imagination.
She dressed in shorts and sandals and a little middy blouse that exposed her stomach and pulled off the shoulders at the elastic neckline. She combed her bright yellow hair with a brush until it was satisfactorily glossy and started out oh her lonely hike.
There was no one else on the beach and she must have walked a mile before she came to the dunes. She began to walk among them with the thick sand slowing her down. The sand gathered inside the sole of her sandals and made her feet heavy. It was hard work just walking. Now that the sun had come out, big and strong. She began to grow tired and feel thirsty. Then she smelt the odor of food frying and saw a little cloud of smoke rising just beyond the next ridge. She walked towards it with curiosity.
She crawled up one side of the dune as she had seen soldiers do in a war picture that took place on the desert. There was a ragged man on the other side cooking eggs over a small fire. She observed him for a while without his noticing. He was unshaven and sat on a rolled up sleeping bag while he flipped his eggs in the pan.
Then suddenly she sneezed and he turned around in surprise. First his mouth hung open and his eyes looked at her suspiciously. Then he smiled when he saw it was only a child.
"Hello, sweetie. What brings you out so early?"
"My grandfather lives down on the beach and I came out for a walk. I'm the first one out this morning."
"Well maybe so. But I've been here all night."
"You slept on the beach?"
"Sure. This is my home. You're sitting in my kitchen as a matter-of-fact. My bedroom's over there." He pointed to a gully formed by four dunes that had a bed of reed laid out in its pit. "I like it out among the stars. Sleeping outside is fine in the summer."
"I don't know. I'm from the city. I've never slept outside."
"Are you hungry?"
"I'm thirsty."
He took a canteen from his knapsack and apologized because the water would be warm by now. She took a drink from the metal lip, inexpertly, and the water dribbled over her chin as well as down her throat. He took the opportunity to reach out his hand to her and wipe the drops from her face and neck.
Her skin felt delightfully cool and soft. His hands were dirty and he drew them back in shame. She felt sorry for him and smiled back as if to tell him that she didn't mind. Then she took another swig at the canteen.
The sun shone brightly on her blonde hair setting it all aglow. She sat on top of the dune now while he was below in the gully tending his fire. Her chubby legs stretched down next to him with the small, bristling, golden hairs making a down over her white skin. She had the long legs of adolescence. He admired them, but she didn't seem to notice his staring, or else she enjoyed it. It had been a long time since he had had a woman. He kept telling himself that she was only a little girl.
She pulled her white blouse down from her shoulders. The elastic had left red, irritated marks where it had rested and she rubbed these soothingly with her hand. Her shoulders were curved and glistened slightly with sweat. He couldn't take his eyes off her as he gulped down his eggs. The yellows dribbled over the corner of his mouth and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. She crossed her legs and he could see the shadowy curve of her lower buttocks inside her short pants.
"How old are you?" he asked her casually. "I'm fourteen."
"Oh, I thought maybe you were older than that." He had been hoping he would have more reason for the feelings of passion she was arising in him. He massaged his crotch with frustration.
"Do you itch there too?" she asked him suddenly. "Everyone I meet seems to have the itch." He laughed at this with great hilarity, slapping his knee and falling off his sleeping bag into the sand.
"It's a human itch, I'm afraid. You've met it before you say?"
Susie was anxious to see his goods. She wanted to see the magic wand of a prick rise again. It intrigued her that she had found a new power within herself. She could kindle a fire in a man's groin that would make his rod smolder between his legs. She wanted to see it red and eager with passion. She wanted to tease it and make it beg for satisfaction. There was something exciting about this thing called sex. It was a new game that she wanted to learn.
"Would you like to soothe my itch, little girl?" He grabbed her hand which rested beside her on the sand bank. He pulled on it and she slid down next to him in the gully.
"I could try, if you like."
"I'd like that very much."
He unloosened the piece of rope that held his pants up instead of a belt. They fell from his skinny hips and he pushed them down until his thick buttocks rested on the warm sand. He had his hands between his legs now massaging his balls and prick with energy. Then he grabbed her hand and thrust it between his thighs.
She could feel the bristling hairiness of him. It tickled her palm and she giggled as his dick writhed in her hand. He let his leg slide straight out in front of him and how she could see his snaky member. It was encrusted with scabs and she drew back her hand in horror.
"What's the matter, little girl. You asked for it. Don't you like it?"
"Oh, it just needs a little loving. Put your nice warm hand over it. That makes it feel much better."
"No, I won't."
"Oh, yes you will. If you don't jerk me off real nice, I'll make you suck it."
Her mouth hung open with horror. He grabbed her hand from behind her back where it had been hiding and put it between his legs again where he held it with his knees firmly in place. She had no choice but to let it dangle amidst his balls and prick.
"Now put your little hand around it and jerk me off properly."
She cooperated with him as she realized that at any moment he could overpower her and make her swallow it inside her mouth.
She gripped his long, lanky, snake in her hand and marveled that the injured animal could wriggle and grow as it now did at her touch. She moved her fingers over the skin softly, pulling it back and forth behind the head.
"You do that real good. But I don't feel it enough. Harder, you little bitch."
With this he encompassed her little hand in his big fist and made it surround his member. She could feel the surface of it scratching her hand as the red head popped out behind her palm. Her gaze seemed attached to the bursting red tip as if she were hypnotized. He noticed her stare and grabbed the back of her neck with his other hand and then pushed her slowly down over his knee until he could feel her small breasts through the thin blouse and her lips were pressed to the inflamed head of his member.
Susie struggled in his grasp, but he pressed her on to it with a strength and a will that were beyond her own. She came down upon it with her eyes still staring. It grew larger and larger until the sand and the beach were no longer visible and all that remained of reality was the large, perturbed head of his cock. She felt it press between her lips and the soft skin nestled tenderly, red on red. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to loll her sweet tongue around its smooth surface. Her hand still grasped the scratchy shaft of it which she was now pumping into her own mouth.
There was no way out. It was inevitable that she should wind up in this position. She realized that she had a fatal attraction to the male member and that it would always seek her out now that she had learned its powers. She couldn't resist it. It seemed to call to her for satisfaction like some mystical vibration that passed through her young body and held mastery over it.
He pressed the back of her neck massagingly with his hand. He could feel the short hairs under his Fingers and feel the long ones dangling softly between his legs. She was good. Her mouth was delightfully moist. Her hand was energetic and untiring. He thought that he could go on like this for the rest of the afternoon. He hadn't received such tender attention for a long time.
Then he began to grow more and more excited. He pumped his ass up and down in the sand and pressed her over his knee with one hand until she was almost upside down. He had her ass propped up on his knee and it bulged delightfully inside her shorts in this position. He found himself whacking her across her buttocks with energy as she sucked and jerked him off. He landed wounding blows across the cheeks which pushed her mouth deeper onto his prick. Her legs began to flail in the air and he pinched her all over her little plush bottom with delight.
He could feel himself throbbing and vibrating under her succulent lips. The sun beat down on him and he began to sweat profusely as she worked him over. He began to groan with the labors and finally he held her head between his legs with both hands and shot himself deep inside her mouth. Her lips closed around his shaft and she swallowed his scum with disgust. He wouldn't let her rise even after he had shot his load. He made her wallow on top of the member as it went soft.
Susie was choking and sobbing. He finally released her and her head came up like a person who had been held under the water too long. She choked and heaved and sobbed. There was scum running out her nose and her face was red with emotion. Then she stared up behind him in shocked amazement. The ass felt a hand come down heavily on his shoulder and pick him up by his shirt.
Susie watched the policeman pick up her companion by his neck as if her were a puppy or a doll. He shook the man fiercely once or twice and then lifted his heavy knee into his groin. The cop released him and watched him double over in pain. He smiled at a job well done. He rolled the man over in the sand kicking some grains in his eyes. His polished boots shone in the sunlight. Then he looked at Susie with concern.
"Did he hurt you, sweetheart?"
"Only a little. He made me do nasty things. He's a bad man."
"You shouldn't be wandering out on the beach alone. Your grandfather was worried about you and called us. I figured you might be down her among the dunes. You kids love to play here. Unfortunately, it's not safe with characters like that wandering around. C'mon now. I'll take you home."
He picked her up off the ground by her arm and brushed off the seat of her pants with his strong red hand. He let it linger for a moment over her flesh buttocks thinking what a nice ass she had for such a little girl. He helped her over the side of the dune out onto the fiat beach where his horse stood waiting.
"Oh, you have a horse. I like to ride. My father takes me."
"I go horseback riding in Central Park sometimes."
"How would you like to come back to the stable with me? We could call your grandfather from there and tell him you're in good hands."
"Oh, I'd like that. I love horses."
He lifted her up onto the saddle and then climbed on behind her. She could feel the high front of the saddle pushing her thighs apart irritatingly and driving the seam of her pants up between her nether lips. They started off at a trot and she could feel his knobby fingers resting in front of her lap where he held the reins. His heavy body bounced up and down behind her and she moved uncomfortably in the lumpy cover of his thighs.
The wind blew in her hair and made it fly back luxuriously over his blue shirted chest. He could feel himself growing warm with the heat of the horse and the passion that was growing between his thighs. He grasped her plush hips and felt them, small and succulent and pink, between his legs as he rode, massaging himself into the crack of her little ass. He began to canter in a hurry to get back to the stable and show her his other horse.
She could feel him surrounding her with his large arms and muscular thighs as they rode. The speed of the journey excited her. There seemed to be an unspoken urgency in the body of the horse and its master. Once again she was caught up in a strong male grip that carried her off to a world of passion.
They arrived at the barn hot and panting. He helped her down, feeling her body limp with sweat. He took her inside the cool shade of the dank smelling building. The first thing he did was to call her grandfather from a phone inside and tell her that he had found Susie and would bring her back home soon.
"You look all hot. How would you like to go under a hose for a while and cool off?" He knew that children loved to do this and it would give him the opportunity to see her body naked and decide whether or not he should try and make it with her. She might be too young.
"I don't know if that would be proper."
"Don't be shy, honey. I'm gonna hose myself down as well."
He began to undress. He sat down on an unpainted wooden bench and took his shirt off. His muscles bulged and shone with sweat as he began to pull of his high, black boots. Then he lowered his riding pants and she watched for his magic wand between his legs. It bulged inside his underwear.
"What are you looking at? That's not fair. I want to see you too. Maybe I'll let you ride my horse if you're a good girl."
Susie thought about what he said. That's what Nick had said when they had gone out to the raft. Let's play horsy. She did not doubt that he had the same game in mind.
He helped her pull her thin blouse off over her head. Her blonde hair hung luxuriously over her shoulders and down to the soft pink nipples that starred her chest. He nudged them gently with his calloused fingers and she looked up at him with her big blue eyes, questioningly. Her long lashes fluttered and she closed her eyes in enjoyment. He could see that she was feeling what she was supposed to feel. She was ready for sex he decided. Little girls grow up fast these days.
She unfastened her shorts at the side and let them fall to the ground: They both stood in their underwear now. He was the first to remove his. His large dick stood out thickly before him. He twanged it a couple of times in his hand and it seemed to grow longer before her eyes. He moved in front of her and pulled her white panties off of her little hips. He massaged the soft flesh between his palms and then let her stoop to gather her clothes and place them neatly on the little bench.
He admired her supple, young body. She didn't have much up front, but her legs were long and her ass was delightfully chubby. The cheeks stuck out behind her firm and perky. He turned the hose on and let her run before it. He splashed her chest with it and watched the nipples pucker irritatedly at the contact of the cold water. She grasped her arms around her chest and turned her back to him. He drilled her tender buttocks with the strong spray. The water dripped down sensuously between her legs.
Then he handed the hose to her and let her soak his body. She watched the curling hairs on his chest absorb the water and cling to his body in an intricate pattern. She hosed him under his hairy arms and in his crotch where his cock wagged about playfully under the moving stream. It bobbed and dangled delightfully. She wanted to hold it in her hands and feel its wet wriggling length in her hand. It was smooth and slippery looking. It bore little resemblance to the disgustingly red snake of the pervert which had possessed her earlier.
Now she lifted the jet of water to her mouth and drank from it in long gasping slurps. He watched over her like a big genie and waited for her to finish drinking so that he could begin.
He turned off the water and took the hose from her hand and dropped it on the ground. His eyes never left her body. He put his hand on her shoulder and let it slip down her wet skin, over her flat breasts and down her smooth stomach to the mound of Venus that felt warm under his hand. It seemed to throb with its own inner tension and he smiled down at her kindly.
Then he picked her up bodily and carried her off to a stall and laid her down in the straw. Her hair spread out light against the golden straw. The blades clung to her wet body which was so light that she hardly sunk into it at all. He dropped down on his knees beside her and let his hand run over her again and again. She lifted her own small palm and let it come up between his thighs. She dangled his hairy balls on her fingers, bouncing them up and down, smiling and watching the effect she had on his thick member.
Now he situated himself between her knees and let her lie prone and helpless in front of him while he played with her little twat. He poked his big red fingers between the puffy lips and rubbed his fingers up and down between the tender flaps of skin. She was wet inside, but not only with water. He could feel the slimy secretion of her little pussy between his fingers. He contacted the pointy clitoris and pinched it feelingly. She began to move on his hand. He twisted the tidbit of skin between his fingers and she began to moan erotically.
He was truly delighted with her. He would have expected a child of her age to be frightened by his manly attentions. She acted as if she had been through this ordeal before.
She had experience beyond her years. It fascinated him that her undeveloped figure could house adult passion. His lust flowered inside him for her tender young body. He couldn't wait to feel his cock up her tight little twat.
He pulled his erection into his hands as he pressed her thighs apart strongly. He inserted the head of it between her sensitive lips and pushed hard, but he found that he could not get inside. He tried to drag her onto him by holding her round buttocks in his hand, but only the head would disappear for a moment and then fall out again as soon as he released the pressure.
She was writhing in front of him with pain. She groaned hoarsely and moved uncooperatively in front of him, trying to pull herself out of his painful grasp.
"Stop that twitching and lie still. You're going to get what's coming to you no matter what you do. I ain't going to give up so easily." With this, he got an idea. He rose and left her massaging her little cunt as she lay in the straw.
He returned after a few moments with the riding crop in his hand. He twitched it nervously against his calf and she looked up at him in wide eyed horror. She covered her face with her hand as if to ward off a blow.
"I'm not gonna hit you sweetheart. That is-if you cooperate. Now lie down straight and spread."
She watched him put the end of the crop into a jar of saddle soap that was on a ledge of the stall. He got a big glob of creamy soap onto the crop and then squatted down between her thighs again. He jammed it up her good and hard, twisting it inside her tight canal. She wiggled her ass around it feeling like a jelly apple on a stick. It was not unpleasant as the soap felt cool and smooth inside her. He massaged it around vigorously, probing it deep within her and stretching her taut entrance out so that the next time it would be large enough to take him all in.
He threw the crop down in the straw, now that he was done with it. She saw the fire in his eyes as he bent over her small body. He hoisted her up under her ass and lifted her lower body onto his knees. He pulled her up towards his crotch until his thick dick pointed close to the V of her crotch. Then he leaned forward and into her, parting the lips of her pussy with his fingers. Holding her wide open to his need.
He plunged into her tiny hole and watched his large member disappear. He had to thrust and pull at the same time to get her to take it all in. Finally, he felt himself wallowing inside her with the grease foaming around' his staff and her tight twat secured about him.
He heaved a great sigh that made his dick bulge inside her. She could feel the width of it constantly expanding and stretching her out. She could barely move because she was crammed so tightly onto it. Her knees bent down over his muscular thighs and her feet couldn't even touch the ground.
He felt her like a tight glove on his sexual finger. She massaged his dick erotically with her clinging muscles. It felt good to be buried inside her at last. He began to plunge deeply looking for her treasure. She gasped and moaned as he fell forward on top of her. She began to writhe and struggle beneath his heavy body and he loved the vibrations her every move made inside her cunt.
He socked it into her again and again, widening her with the pressure of his whole body behind his driving shaft. She had her feet on the ground now and was pushing her small body against him in an effort to open herself up before him so that it wouldn't hurt her so much.
She held herself up with her back arched and let him work it into her as she was level with his rod. He moved more easily inside her now and was able to pull himself in and out of her. She felt the length of him slipping from between her thighs and then shuddering back into place. She began to throb with the emotion of his quick movements. Soon she was moving her thighs like a woman twice her age and welcoming his great whapping blows.
She writhed her small body around and he felt himself dizzy and hot with his effort. She was good at her exercise and worked him into a fever pitch of excitement. He held her under the knees now and spread her as wide as she would go. Her body seemed made of elastic as it bent and shaped itself to his tremendous need. He landed inside her again and again until he could feel all the pressure and tension draining into his huge member. Then he exploded inside her sending hot waves of semen into her tender young loins. She drained him and clung to him with all her might, absorbing his soothing liquid.
He fell off her to the side and lay like a dead man in the straw. She massaged her little pussy fervidly working up the juices around her hand. She probed inside it with her fingers to feel the lips all stretched and oozing under her hand. She worked her own fingers up inside it tenderly.
Her desires had been worked up inside her. His throbbing member had ignited her little fire, but not extinguished it. She would have to work this out on her own. He had been too large and frightening for her to reach her consummate pleasure with him. But now she was left to her own devices and would succeed without his help.
She tickled her irritated, little, flaming clitty back and forth as she poked her other hand down inside her self. She could feel the muscles working around her own hand delightfully. She squeezed her cunt around her fingers until the pressure finally gave way and she was creaming and wriggling sensuously on her hand.
She had reached her first climax by her own efforts and was proud that she could give herself such pleasure. The big cock had excited her, but she had brought herself to the culmination of her pleasures. She wondered if it would always be that way or if she would at last find someone the right size to please her all the way.
CHAPTER THREE
"You see what can happen when you don't mind your grandfather. You're too small to go off on your own like that. You're just like your mother, rest her soul. I pray that you don't come to a bad end."
Susie wondered about this last phrase. She didn't know that her mother had 'come to a bad end.' She had died, true enough, but how had it ended exactly? She wondered how she would be able to find out the secret that her father had kept from her and her grandfather had let slip. Somehow she felt that her mother's end would provide a clue to her own future.
Susie contented herself with digging out in the yard for the rest of the day. She tried to revert to her childhood pleasures, but found it difficult to slip into a fantasy world when so much reality surrounded her. She didn't seem to have to look very far for something to happen to her. , She noticed that a little redheaded boy was watching her from the distance. He looked younger than herself and she decided that it might be fun to spend some time with a member of her own generation. She was a little upset and confused with grownups for the moment. They seemed to have such clear ideas of things, of what ends any possible given situation could yield. They seemed to know in advance what actions would occur. They were driven, but they were forceful and she only wanted to relax for a while and give her mind a rest from trying to figure their motives out.
She beckoned the little boy to come and play with her. He approached her shyly and she spoke first. She asked him his name and how old he was. He responded with a faltering voice, he was Micky and twelve years old. She invited him to sit down beside her and they became fast friends.
Micky was at the beach with his father and his girl friend. His mother was never mentioned and Susie never found out what had become of her. The two children would often go to the beach with Mr. Bones when Susie's grandfather wasn't up to taking the sun.
Mr. Bones was very affectionate towards Susie. He liked the idea of his son having an older girl friend at the age of twelve. Somehow it attached to his own ego. His girl friend, Loretta, was a big, busty woman who liked to fondle both children in her big tits. She always seemed to come at you with open arms as if she wanted to encompass the whole world in her passionate grasp.
Loretta had one strange obsession that Susie couldn't understand at all. She was always taking baths and insisting that the others bathe as well. Everyday after she came up from the beach, she would take Micky into the shower with her. 'To rinse the salt off,' or so she said.
She liked nothing better than to soap Micky down in the tub. She would let Susie watch even though it embarrassed him greatly. Perhaps she was only trying to be a surrogate mother to him, but she was very aggressive at winning his affections and taking care of her obligations.
She had a special sponge that fit like a glove over her hand. First she would work the lather up on her hand and the foam would froth on the surface of her sponge. Then she would work over his whole body with this hand. She rubbed him everywhere. Over his shoulders and neck and chest and then down below. She paid a lot of attention to his pre-pubescent genitals. She would pick them up under her sponge and ooze the soap up between his small sacs. Then she would stretch his little dong out and laugh, commenting on how cute it was.
She took Susie on as her confidant and would tell her all sorts of things about her intimate life with Mr. Bones. Susie would listen with quiet absorption trying to learn all that she could from this woman of the world.
"Mr. Bones has a beautiful, long cock. Last night we measured it, and it was twelve inches long. One foot! I was amazed myself. But the thing is that its quite thin and easy to take up. And once you get it inside, it wriggles like an eel. On, it's delightful! Just wait until you're old enough. Use your imagination and try to understand."
When Loretta was finished bathing Micky she would wrap him up in a big terry cloth towel and take him into her bedroom. Then she would send Susie home and she never knew what went on between the two of them. Finally one day she asked Micky about it.
He was very embarrassed and looked at her with his large wrinkled brow. She was almost sorry she had pried since it obviously cost him a lot of worry.
"Oh, she just calls me baby a lot and makes me suck on her tits. Sometimes I have to stick my finger up her cunt and then she moans a lot. She's a funny sort of person. My dad can't get enough of her."
"Do you think that I could watch you sometime. I mean does she let you do anything you want to her? It must be fun to have the advantage over a grownup that way."
"Yeah, once she's down on the bed, I can really have my way with her. She lets me jump up and down on her tits just to make me touch her."
"Ooh, that sounds like fun."
"This afternoon, instead of going home after my bath, just look in at the keyhole and I'll put on a good show. But don't laugh too loud or she'll hear you."
Susie decided that she would like to see this show and followed Micky's instructions. After Loretta had lifted him out of the tub, she stationed herself at the door instead of going home. Loretta closed the door behind her tightly and never gave a thought to looking for an eye in the keyhole.
She laid Micky down on the bed and opened the towel so that she could examine his clean, pink body. She nestled her face in his crotch and would pull his shriveled little penis into her large, sensual mouth. She had lipstick on and it left a bright red ring around his member. She giggled over it telling him that he was branded with her sign.
Loretta was naked herself and her flesh wobbled whenever she moved. She had large round hips and full buttocks that shivered like jello. Her black bush was as thick as a briar patch and formed a perfect V over her crotch. Her breasts were enormous with large red nipples that must have been at least two inches in diameter. She was truly a monumental woman. Laying on the bed beside little Micky she was approximately three times his size.
Now she cradled Micky in her arms like a baby, lifting him up under the ass and bringing his face to her breast. He opened his mouth and sucked a nipple inside. He wallowed his nose in the ample flesh that surrounded it as he sucked. Then he let it drop partially from his mouth and opened his lips to show that he was clinging to the tender central morsel of flesh that was the bull's-eye of her tit. He bit into it with his sharp little teeth and she grimaced passionately, hugging him to her tighter. His face disappeared completely in the mound of flesh that was her breast. One of her tits was fully as large as his head.
Susie was amazed that this woman sought pleasure with a child who could not even sock it to her. Micky wasn't mature enough to fuck, there wasn't any doubt in her mind. But this was obviously his attraction for Loretta.
Now she lifted him to her mouth and kissed his lips passionately. Her tongue jutted in and out between his lips. She licked out his nostrils and his ears as well like a mother cat with her kitten. Then she put him to rest between her things with his feet resting next to her throat.
He began to diddle inside Loretta's large cunt. Her lower end faced the door and Susie could watch. Micky's explorations without any difficulty. Loretta spread her legs wide apart, stretching her toes to rest against the posts of the bed. She would bounce her body around by bending and straightening her knees against the posts.
Micky spread the lips of her large inflamed cunt. It was passion pink inside and the hairs curled over the labia in a great mass which he occasionally pulled at. He put his fingers inside her dripping pussy and moved them around. She took his feet in her hands and sucked his toes into her mouth while he worked her over down below.
She took his feet firmly in her hands and twiddled her tongue in and out between the toes which made him bounce on top of her, hysterical with laughter. Her body wiggled underneath him, sustaining his feeble jumps without any discomfort whatsoever. Finally, she handed Micky a hairbrush from the night table beside her and he started to use it on her thick bush.
First he brushed the hair out with the bristles adhering to the top of her crotch. This didn't seem to affect her at all and she kept raising her twat in the air trying to direct him to use it where it would do more good. He continued brushing her on top for a while, teasing her and then slowly brushed lower and lower into the crack of passion. Finally he was applying the bristles to her sensitive labia and she was bouncing up and down beneath him and rotating her legs every which way. Finally he poked the plastic handle of the brush inside her and she began to moan.
She grasped his little ass, one cheek in each of her large hands and moved him up and down over her breasts. In this way she was able to draw the handle of the brush up inside her at her own pace. Then she seemed to relax again and he slipped it in and out of her while she rested quietly.
"Micky, my love, I need the other end of it I'm afraid. But please be gentle with me. Don't work me too hard."
The boy responded to her comment by turning the brush around and poking the bristles gingerly between her lips. She spread her legs wide, pressing the soles of her feet up against the bedposts as he pushed the stout, needled dildo inside her. The muscles throbbed in her calves and thighs as she took the member painfully between her thighs. She moaned and groaned loudly as Micky poked the brush in and out of her cunt.
Susie could see the bristles reappear now and again covered with slime. The pearly droplets glowed on the needles of the brush like drops of dew. She was amazed that the woman could take such a large object up her cunt. But it was even more amazing that she seemed to enjoy the abrasive movement of the brush inside her.
The woman gripped the sides of the mattress now as Micky worked it into her quickly. She raised her knees and the juices flowed down the crack of her ass. She began breathing in short grasps and suddenly hugged her legs together squeezing the brush up deeper inside her as she came copiously, bouncing Micky up and down on her stomach.
Susie began to laugh hilariously at the picture of the huge woman and the little boy together. Then suddenly she felt a hand land heavily on her shoulder.
"There, I've caught you, my little peeping Tom." Mr. Bones had a tight grasp on her shoulder. He opened the door to the bedroom and walked in without knocking. He seemed not to take much notice of the love scene with which he was confronted.
"Look what I've found outside your door."
"Oh, dear. What if she tells her grandfather. The old bastard will make a terrible scandal. What will we do?"
"I have a suggestion. If we implicate her in our activities, she's not as likely to tell, is she?"
"That's not a bad idea. Are you in the mood?"
Mr. Bones looked Susie up and down. She was wearing a polo shirt from which her nipples protruded delightfully inside a stripe of white. Her little ass bulged alluringly behind her. He had always been fond of her cheeky little buttocks and pinched and squeezed them many times. He had been waiting for an excuse to have a go at her. He didn't mind fucking the little twat off her, now that the opportunity had arisen. After all, she had brought it upon herself.
"Come here, child." Loretta beckoned her to the side of the bed.
Susie approached her slowly. The woman reached out her hand and drew her close so that she could smell the mixture of sweat and perfumed soap on her body. Loretta reached her hand up behind her neck and pressed her head down until their lips met. She pressed her tongue inside the girl's mouth and swished it around her gums until it tickled unbearably. Then she let her go.
"She's had some experience at this kind of thing. I can tell just from kissing her sweet lips. It's not the first time."
"A hot one, eh? I wish I had known that before. Why did I wait so long?"
He stroked Susie's silky blonde hair and lowered his bathing trunks with his free hand. Then he massaged her hair around his dick. It slid across and around it cool and delightful. He liked the feel of her smooth blonde hair and the look of it against his own dark pubes. He enforced an erection in this way, but Loretta shoved the girl out of the way before he could make her suck it as he had intended.
"Oh, it looks lovely. I want it first. Give it to me," she pleaded with him.
"You are a glutton aren't you? Let me corn-hole you and I'll give it to you first."
Loretta agreed to do this without much coaxing. But first Mr. Bones set up an elaborate system that would involve everybody in the activity. He hoisted Loretta onto her stomach and over the foot board of the bed so that her crotch rested heavily on the board and her ass stuck up in the air. He slapped her buttocks several times with his long rod, which was quite stiff and landed with resonant slaps leaving cheerful red marks wherever it fell. He called Susie to stand behind him and play with his balls while he worked on Loretta. At the same time Micky sat between her legs and played with her own little pussy. It seemed to be an agreeable arrangement for all of them.
Mr. Bones massaged Loretta's cheeks apart until he could see the brown hole before him. Of all her holes he much preferred her anus because it was tighter than any of the others. His dick was long and thin, but stood up perpendicular to his body, like a foot-long ruler. He poked the tip of it inside her steaming asshole and she moaned. But he found that when he tried to push it deeper inside her it doubled back on him. She was very grainy and dry up there. He withdrew for a moment and rasped his throat until he was able to draw up a gob of spit which he deposited adroitly in her bunghole. Then he inserted the pointy tip of his dick again and pushed through. This time she received him all the way inside her anal canal, with a wiggle and a giggle.
Susie had been left to her own devices. He trusted the child's imagination to do a good job on his balls. First she bounced them up and down on her palms. They stretched on the long flap of skin from which they hung. Then she bowed her head and began licking them with her quick pink tongue. She pulled the hairs between her lips which tickled him amazingly and made him pump fervidly inside Loretta's ass.
Micky was at work on Susie's little pussy. He examined it closely and noticed that little hairs in front of the lips. They were extremely pale, almost white, and very fine. He stroked them gently with his fingers feeling her soft skin underneath. Then he found her little red clitty and grasped it between his fingers. He pulled on it and wrung it like a clapper on a bell. She wiggled her ass around wildly as she enjoyed his activity. Her pussy became moist and he bent his lips to suck at it.
Micky sat with his head between Susie's thighs. She squatted down over his lips as she sucked energetically on Mr. Bones' balls. Micky worked his tongue between her little labia delightfully. He had very soft lips and his tongue was quick and wet. She held onto Mr. Bones' hairy thighs for support as she thought that she might collapse with the pleasure of it all.
Each sexual experience seemed to awaken her sensibilities more and more. Every time she found herself in the midst of another encounter she grew more excited than the time before. At first she had been sort of frightened at the unknown but, now as it became more familiar to her, she found herself relaxing and more able to enjoy herself.
Susie was having fun this afternoon. This was the most absorbing game that she had ever played. Her whole mind and body were involved in what she was doing and being done to. As she licked and sucked on Mr. Bones' sex, Micky probed and fondled her own. The exercise was as balanced as a ballet.
Mr. Bones was working up a sweat over his girlfriend's ass. Her tight canal irritated his member tremendously, but at the same time it was extremely arousing. Her anus was rough and uneven inside like a bumpy road. He had to feel his way around, probing slowly at firs to make sure he wouldn't make a false more and wind up jammed into one of her abrasive walls. He pumped himself in and out of he carefully at first, and then faster as the terrain became more familiar to him. Soon his hips were landing up against her fat buttocks with great slaps. He felt himself wallowing inside he fleshy ass. It was like jumping into a marshmallow. He could also feel the child's mouth clinging to his balls and making them tighten with the need to expel their load. Soon he was slamming it into Loretta's ass as fast as he could, feeling his dick tense and then explode its scum into her shithole.
He removed his dick from her canal and held the children back out of range while a gush of sperm and shit spurted from her ass and onto the floor. The children began to laugh. Susie put her hand over her mouth, in a childish habit she had. She had never seen anything so real in her life.
Susie was amazed at the harsh realities of sex. It was by no means beautiful, but it was distinctly intriguing. One never knew what to expect next. The bodily functions seemed to all be called into play. One could eat, shit and fuck all at the same time it seemed.
"Come with me, my dear. I think you and I should spend some time alone together, hmmmmm?"
"Do you like little girls or big ladies best, Mr. Bones?" Susie inquired candidly.
"I hardly know myself. But I like tight holes wherever I can find them."
He took Susie by the hand and led her down into the basement. It was cool and dark down there and Susie felt a chill pass through her body. She wondered why he had brought her down here to fuck her.
Mr. Bones "wanted to show her his snake collection. He had a terrarium in the basement. A large glass tank was equipped with ferns and moss and several lizards and serpents. She clung to his arm as he brought her over to see them. He loved the look of fear that invaded her features. Her eyes went wide with fright as she watched an indigo prop its head against the glass wall and poke its forked tongue out of its mouth.
"Ooh, it's so evil looking," Susie commented.
"Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed." Mr. Bones lifted the glass cover off the cage and reached his hand in after the long black snake which tried to hide in the crevice between two rocks.
He lifted it out and let it coil on his arm. He held it out for Susie to touch. She brought her finger close to its back and closed her eyes. She contacted the scaly skin of the snake and was surprised to find that it wasn't slimy at all. The scales slipped under her fingers like smooth leather. It was cold, but not unpleasant to touch.
"Would you like to hold him?" Mr. Bones asked her.
She shook her head no, but before she knew what had happened he had draped the snake around her naked shoulders. She held her body perfectly still as if she had been literally scared stiff. She closed her eyes and felt the snake crawl down her shoulder and onto her arm. It coiled itself around her limb with its head tucked under her armpit.
"He likes you because you're so nice and warm. Poor creature-he's cold-blooded."
Mr. Bones removed the snake from her arm. He had to pull it off her firmly as it clung to her like the limb of some lifesaving tree. Finally, he disengaged it and put it back in the tank. Susie's whole body felt cool and slithery after the contact of the snake. It seemed to still be clinging to her somehow.
Mr. Bones let his hand fall around his shoulder where the snake had rested. His long cool fingers marched down her breast and gave her gooseflesh. Then his hands moved over her nipples and they shriveled as he tweaked them gently. He knelt down before her and pushed the hair back from her neck. He moved his lips over her cool white skin and again she felt as if the snake were crawling over her body.
Mr. Bones' lips attached to her nipples. He pulled them out from her breasts with his teeth. She felt excitement ebb and flow in her little breasts for the first time. She had had little feeling there before. But her whole body felt sensitive now. There wasn't an inch of it that wouldn't quiver if he touched it.
He brought her over to a leather divan that was situated in one corner of the basement. She sat down on the smooth cool surface. It was black and firm like the snake. She lay back on it letting the smoothness caress her soft white body and then she felt the shadow of Mr. Bones fall across her.
He straddled her breast and propped his semi-erect dick under her chin. He wagged it about, letting it prod her soft young body wherever it could. Then he poked the head of it inside her red lips. She parted her lips and licked the surface as he poked it into her. She wrapped her tongue around the head of it and drew it completely inside. He held her arms up over her head on the inclined back of the couch and rammed it into her passionately over and over again.
Susie saw it jumping on her chest. Then it was between her lips as smooth as the snake and almost as long. She loved the way that it wriggled between her lips. First it seemed to want to withdraw and then suddenly it would charge forward again and she would capture it in between her lips. It almost became again. Finally he withdrew it and let it rest throbbingly on her chest. He smiled down at her and then bent his head to kiss her. He pressed his thick wet tongue inside her mouth. His breath smelled of some kind of mints and was overpowering. It had an effect on her like ether.
He tasted her sweet lips and tried to inhale all her breath inside his own lungs. She was like some exotic flower that he had never sniffed before and he wanted to suck her petals in until they surrounded his nose. He pressed his tongue inside her meaningfully. She moved her head from side to side trying to escape him, but she couldn't, he still held her fast by the hands.
Suddenly he rose off of her and she actually felt her lips being sucked out of her face. Finally, he released them with a loud smack that left her completely breathless. It was the deepest kiss she had ever experienced. She was completely at his mercy now. She felt limp in his arms as he turned her almost weightless body around on the divan. He positioned her so that her ass was propped up on the inclined part of the couch and her legs flapped helplessly over the sides.
Now he straddled her again. He took his long penis in his hand and went down between her legs with it. Her legs were held to the sides of the couch by the pressure of his knees. She couldn't move at all as he pierced between her savory lips with his red truncheon. She could feel the pain passing through her whole body as he entered her tight twat. Then the pain subsided into pleasure as she began to cream around him and he probed himself into the feeling places.
He came at her from a horizontal incline. Her cunt was held obligingly up in the air by the inclined back of the couch. He could poke right through until she had absorbed most of his length inside her juicy loins. Then, when he had only two more inches to go, he found himself jammed up against the back of her little cunt. He rammed into it again and again as if he couldn't believe that a child of her size wouldn't be half wet. But to no avail.
He pressed over her whole body now. He pinned her hands to the foot of the couch with his own and leered down at her evilly. He had her completely in his power. She struggled against him as he bore into her, driving the sharp tip of his dick against the tender back of her passage. But the more she struggled, the harder he socked it into her.
His eyes frightened her more than anything. He looked at her as if he wanted to consume her totally. Then with a final stab he sank down onto her breasts sinking his teeth into her neck, painfully. He floundered on top of her a few moments and then she felt his scalding hot gush of semen sweep inside her. His chest covered her with its slippery sweat. It occurred to her that he was slimier than the snake in his present condition. She couldn't help laughing under her breath. He was too exhausted, however, to ask her what amused her so much.
CHAPTER FOUR
One weekend Betty came by the French cottage and saw Micky playing out on the" veranda with Susie. She thought that they made a really cute couple and wanted to take them back to the house to show the other girls. The children were eager for the opportunity to get out of their parents' sight. They were getting a little bit bored with their own territory and didn't mind exploring some new ground. They were up for an adventure.
Micky wore a sailor outfit of shorts and a white blouse with a blue outlined collar. Susie had on a white pinafore that her grandfather had insisted she put on that morning. Grandfather was getting a little big difficult lately. He was grumpy much of the time and didn't want Susie to go out and play. All he wanted to do was to sit on the porch in his rocking chair with her in his lap and feel her up.
Susie didn't mind his attentions. It was just that she quickly grew restless. This morning he had made her sit outside with him for about an hour. He insisted that she dress 'like a girl.' He made her change out of her shorts and put on a frilly pinafore. Susie realized immediately when she sat on his lap that he liked it because it made her whole body very accessible. Her arms were bare as was her back and he could poke his fingers under the ruffled shoulder straps and down the starched bodice.
Grandfather was content to just let his hand run up and down playfully over her chest. His knobby fingers would catch at her little rosette nipples and he would smile in amusement as he felt them pucker. His other hand had wandered up and down her chubby legs, tickling the little golden hairs on her calves and thighs.
Then his fingers would travel up between her legs and under the elastic bands of her undies. He would probe between her little nether lips lodging one finger up her asshole and the other inside her twat. Then he would rock back and forth on his chair so that his fingers moved rhythmically inside her. She would begin to squirm uncomfortably and he would smile down on her blissfully.
Occasionally he would lift his fingers to his nose to smell the sweet aroma of her pussy or the pungent odor of her ass. Then finally he had fallen asleep in his chair and she had climbed down and gone off to play with Micky who was waiting for her in his yard.
Susie felt very moody this morning. She was tired of being taken advantage of by men. Everyone seemed to be making demands of her these days and she almost was sorry that she had ever begun this career of sexuality. Her whole body ached for more physical contact. She no longer felt she had that singularity of being, the innocent self-reliance, that had been part of her character when she had first come to Long Island.
Her body longed for more and more satisfaction at the hands of others. She craved for sensuality like it was a drug that she had become addicted to. She found herself stretching her limbs uncomfortably and exercising her muscles as if waiting for the next episode to begin. She was perpetually aware of the way men looked at her. She noticed things in their faces that she had never seen before. There was always a certain lascivious smile that seemed to follow her when she sauntered down the beach in her little bikini. People's faces seemed to be distorted with their desires. Susie was always relieved when she looked in the mirror to find that her own features remained as young and fresh as they had always been. She cultivated an innocent look with which to ward off the insinuating glances of others.
Betty was a friendly young woman with black hair and a long sinuous body. She had the pointiest tits Susie had ever seen. She always said hello to the children when she met them on the beach or on her walks past their cottages. There seemed to be a dark meaning to her every word, something lurking behind the simplest phrase.
"Susie, you look like a little bride today. I must bring the two of you back to the house with me to show Mona. She's in love with Micky, you know. What a couple you make; it's too cute for words."
She took Susie by the hand and had Micky run into the house to ask his father if it was all right for him to visit down the road for a while. She ogled Susie from her tall vantage point, admiring the child's clear skin and bright hair. There was something so fresh about the little girl that she couldn't keep her hands off her. She settled her bony fingers on the child's head and straightened the part in her hair with her long nails.
Micky returned after a few moments and then started off for Betty's cottage. It wasn't a very long walk, but she slowed her usually fast pace to allow the children to keep up with her. When they reached the house she beckoned them inside and called out to her roommate.
"Mona, look who I've brought to see you. I couldn't let them go without bringing them here first. Don't they look adorable?"
Mona came out from the kitchen and beamed at them. Her big face was a wreath of smiles. She was a short, plump, good-natured type of person. She had always wanted children, but somehow had never been able to swing getting married. She immediately went down on her knees in front of Micky and scooped him between her legs, wrapping her arms around his thin body and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.
"You're so sweet," she shrieked. "I'm sure I've quite fallen in love with you."
The girls were very jovial and jubilant. They gave the children chocolate cake and milk to eat and played some rock music on the radio. They waited on the children as if they were little members of royalty and the children giggled and played at the table without the least big of self-consciousness.
Susie got chocolate frosting all over her face. Betty helped her to clean it off in a strange way. She bent her head over the child's lifting the little face up to her own. Then she licked around the girl's lips like a cat might do to a kitten, and sucked the splotches of frosting into her own mouth. Susie could smell the exotic perfume in her hair. Strands of it fell across her face. It was soft and she could see from close up that it wasn't really black, but the darkest brown in color.
"We're going to get dressed for the beach," Betty commented when they had finished eating. "Do you want to come upstairs with us? Or else you can stay down here and stay by yourselves." She was anxious to see the children respond.
Betty wanted to watch their sweet, innocent faces when they saw her body naked, but she didn't want to force them into anything. She was aware that this type of experience could be traumatic to kids their age, and she had no intention of harming their psyches. The choice would have to be their own.
Susie and Micky giggled in their seats. They knew what the women were about, though they didn't let on.
"We'll come upstairs with you. I don't like being alone in a strange house." Susie told them.
"What's the matter, don't you trust Micky?" Betty kidded her.
"Oh, he can't do anything anyway. He's too young."
"I can do plenty of things," Micky protested.
"Of course you can, dear," Mona -said, putting her arm around him. "Come upstairs and you can show me. I'm game."
The children followed the two women up to the second floor where the bedrooms were. They shared a room that had two double beds. Their bathing suits were laid out, ready to wear. Betty sat Susie down on her bed and began to undress herself.
"Would you undo the zipper, please?" she asked the child.
Sisie put her hand to the woman's neck and pulled the long mechanism open down her back. She noticed a pattern of curious freckles on Betty's back and she couldn't help running her hand across them to see if they felt like anything.
"Oh, that tickles," Betty turned around to face the child. She lifted the black turtleneck off and stood before her in a black lace bra and her shorts.
Susie admired her womanly body. She wondered when she herself would have full-blown tits like that. The breasts were cradled in the lacy half-cups of her French bra. They looked white and sultry against the dark material. Susie couldn't take her gaze off of them. She could see the red nipple flush against the transparent covering. Betty bent over to step out of her shorts and her breasts bobbed comfortably out of the cups, spilling over the rim of the bra.
"You like my tits, don't you, Susie? Your poor little flat chest! But don't worry, you'll grow soon. Do you want me to take a look and tell you when you'll begin to develop?"
Susie thought about this for a moment. She was curious as to whether she would ever grow up physically. Her mind seemed to be way ahead of her body. Since her mother had died there had been no one she could ask about such things. She decided that Betty would be as good a person as any to consult. She had fine equipment and would probably be a good judge of her own chances.
Susie pulled the straps of her pinafore down over her arms, exposing her flat chest for the other's inspection. The rosette nipples puckered up and she gazed at the woman's face to see what she could read there. She saw lust and desire in her sharp, glittering eyes. Her mouth was wet and parted slightly.
"Well, what do you think?" Will I ever grow up?"
"I think you're lovely the way you are," she said, stooping down to fondle one rosette nipple in her hand. "But look at the way your little nips pucker. They're excited, aren't they? That's a sure sign that they'll begin to blossom soon. The more you exercise them, the bigger they'll grow. They'll reach out like antennae in order to feel more and more sensuality. Once they have been initiated, they can't help but yearn for more."
Her words were hypnotizing to Susie as her nipples were rubbed around and around by Betty's long fingers. The woman finally pressed her lips to the protruding spots of pink and sucked one of them into her wet mouth. She revolved her tongue around the nipple over and over again until the child began to move uncomfortably in her arms. The slender body seemed to hold itself out for her to pluck like a rose.
Susie could feel the passion welling up inside her. Her breast tickled, but she found herself pressing her hand into the woman's hair so that the lips moved harder against her breast. Betty took the central pimple of the tiny nipple between her teeth and pulled on it painfully. Susie removed her supporting hand and the child fell back across the bed, squirming with desire.
"You liked that, didn't you?" she stated calmly. "I can give you more pleasure than that. I know lots of games. Would you like to learn one of them?"
Susie looked up at the woman with wide, swimming eyes. She made no reply, but just lay back and waited for her fate to approach her. Her body ached more fervidly than ever for the contact of warm hands and wet lips. She was deeply curious as well how one woman would go about loving another.
Betty removed her brassiere. Her tits hung down pendulously but curved upwards once again at the tips, ending in sharp points of nipple. She moved her nails irritatingly across the central pimples of her own breasts until they shriveled with desire. Then she removed her nylon panties displaying her black bush. She had thick curling hair that grew down the inside of her thighs like ivy up the wall of a house.
She lay down beside Susie and undid the bow that surrounded her waist. She unbuttoned the pinafore and removed it down, over the child's plump legs. Then she began to rub her body up and down erotically against the child's plush limbs. She took Susie's head in her hands and led the girl's lips to one of her long breasts.
Susie began to suckle excitedly. The tit was soft and warm and she clung to it with her little hands. She pushed the big, red nipple inside her mouth tenderly and lolled her tongue over the surface feeling the skin pucker inside her mouth. She began to bite on the central, protruding point and the woman groaned deep in her long throat and began massaging herself between the legs.
The child began to enjoy playing with this woman's body. It was like a garden of delights presented to her with the specific purpose of letting her have her way among the various erotic apparatus. She picked Betty's tits up in her little hands and clung to both the nipples at once. She pulled them together until they formed one large bouquet and popped the whole thing between her lips. It was quite a mouthful and she bit and mouthed it voluptuously, letting her fingers sink into the soft flesh that remained without.
"Oh, you do that real good. You know how to make a woman feel at home, you little lover. You sweetheart. Oh, I want to eat you. I want to give you pleasure, too," Betty remarked, beside herself with passion.
She directed Susie to settle herself on top of her body. Then she drew the girl's legs up around her chin and sunk her mouth into the plush little pussy. There were no hairs to get in the way. The soft flesh was almost naked and open to her need. She parted the puffy lips with her long fingers and flicked the little flap of rosy clitoris back and forth with her manicured nails. The skin wiggled about under her finger and then she grasped it between her sharp nails and squeezed it until the child screamed out in pain.
Betty began to laugh. Now she was really having fun. Susie's body bounced helplessly up and down in the woman's clutches, as her whole body shook with hilarity. Then she held the girl under her thighs and moved the little pussy on top of her mouth. Susie stretched her hands down to the woman's cunt so that she could return anymore pain in kind.
Betty began to lap at the nether lips with her long, wet tongue. She probed it into all the cracks and crevices. When it was completely wet, she poked the talented tongue up the tight twat.
She rooted herself inside it until Susie could feel it massaging deep down. She wiggled her little ass delightfully on top of the woman. Betty took her whole cunt inside her mouth and sucked and sucked until the child thought she would turn inside out.
Susie dug her fingers inside Betty's hairy vagina. She pulled on the hairs until she reached the crack of the cunt. She drove her fingers down inside the mass of hair and moistness until she felt the large clitoris dangling within reach. She grabbed at it, with her whole hand, and messed her fingers around inside the large lips. It felt like playing in a mud puddle, it was so wet and mushy inside her big cunt. Her hand slipped into the hole which was wide open as the woman spread her legs apart. There was no hair there, just soft mucous flesh inside which her hand slipped easily.
Betty stopped her sensuous licking and sucking momentarily, and reached her hand inside the drawer of the night table that stood beside the bed. She removed from its interior a long leather dildo, which she handed down to Susie.
"See what you can do with that, my little friend."
Susie observed the evil-looking object for several moments. It was about two inches in diameter and ten inches long. At one end it tapered into a handle that she could easily grasp. The other end was pointed and thickened into a head resembling that of the male member. But the most curious thing about the object was that it had hard nodules pimpling its surface. The leather covered these, but still they protruded sharply from the surface.
She inserted the leather dildo between the woman's lips, rubbing it up and down as hard as she could. The friction that the rubbing created made the woman groan amorously and close her legs around the long, hard member. Then she opened them again and shouted instructions to Susie.
"Oh, stick it in, stick it up hard and deep. Fuck me with it, you little bitch. Quite playing around down there and get to work."
Susie obeyed. She stretched her hands down with the dildo grasped between both her hands. When she could feel it slipping around in the moist cunt, she stood it on its thick end and propelled it up inside the large cunt hole. It slipped up the first four inches of canal easily, then she began to push and pull on it hard until the woman was raising her thighs into the air and struggling to take it all in, which she finally succeeded in doing.
Susie could feel Betty working her own tender, young pussy over. She had her long fingers inserted up the anal and vaginal apertures and was working them around with fantastic haste. She plunged and reamed, making the muscles open and take her deeper inside. The child had a nice warm, wet pussy and it smelled heavenly to her experienced nose. It was sweet and fresh as a field daisy. She diddled the little clitty with her free finger and watched the child's ass bounce delicately up and down in her sensitive breast.
The child in the meantime was plunging the dildo deep inside the open twat. She pushed and pulled on it with all her might as she felt driven by the activity that was going on between her own legs. She could feel Betty's agile fingers twisting inside her. Then she gasped as she felt the thickness of two fingers pushed forcefully between her tight entry muscles. They closed around the fingers trying to expel them but the twirling, agitating digits only moved further inside.
Susie felt amazingly full and agitated. Her cunt was overfilled, and her asshole was clogged with a sharp index finger, the nail of which kept scratching inside her. She moved her ass up and down, not knowing what kind of release she was seeking. She couldn't figure out whether she was trying to escape or be completely intertwined by the grasping hand. Finally, she began bouncing up and down dramatically, and out of control. The fingers were squeezing and scratching inside her tiny twat until she couldn't bear it any longer. Her muscles went loose and she expelled her sweet juices around the open and waiting hand of her mistress. The woman slipped the cute cunt over her mouth once again and sucked the honey down into her throat.
When she was finished, she rolled Susie off of her body and asked the child to squat between her legs and finish the job that she had started.
The child hopped down between the long, lanky thighs and tickled the hairs with her fingers. The lips of the large twat were streaming with juices. She grasped the swollen flaps of skin in her small child's hands and twisted them around. Once again, she thought of mud pies. Then she took her leather weapon and probed it between the woman's large lips and into the ample hole. Betty had lifted her knees up in readiness so that Susie could clearly see her target before her.
She plunged the leather dildo into the dripping hole, and it sunk all the way in on the first try. She left it inside and began twisting it around so that the nodules would press irritatingly into the walls of Betty's tender canal. She appreciated the movement and began to moan again and twist her thighs around the member voluptuously. Now Susie removed it until just the head remained clinging inside the entrance. The length of it was gleaming with black wetness. She pumped it inside the waiting thighs once again, and twisted it around some more.
She was enjoying herself. It was almost like digging in the earth. She squatted inside the woman's amorous thighs and dug in again and again with pleasure. She could hear the whoosh of the dildo as it went in and the sucking sound when she pulled it free. Finally, she began digging it in furiously, again and again, until a sweat broke out on her youthful brow. She worked it inside with all her strength and finally she felt Betty's passion break. She came with a loud shriek of pleasure and clung to the dildo passionately, so that Susie could no longer disengage it. It slipped from her grasp as the woman rolled over and over on the bed, twisting her legs around the dildo and creaming.
Susie smiled and began to giggle at the big body writhing around on the bed. It was all somehow so comical, but she felt herself powerful in her ability to make this adult croon and wiggle with passion.
Mona had not been idle this time. She and Mickey had watched the other couple's amorous interplay for some time. But finally, their noises and motions had begun to tell on Mona. She stripped herself of her clothing quickly and began to parade her ample wares' around in front of Mickey.
"Do you like me, child?" she asked the little boy seriously. "Do . you find my body attractive? Do you want to touch me?"
Mickey could not help but be polite. He answered affirmatively to these questions, and Mona came to rest between his knees, where she began to pull at his fly. He could not help feeling sorry for her. She was really a very kind person and had taken him swimming many times at the beach. His father would frequently pinch her large ass and she would get very flustered at these attentions. He couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
She took his little pecker out from the folds of the zipper and poked it into her large, wet mouth. She sucked on its wrinkled length for many minutes without results. Then she took all his genitalia inside her large mouth. She weighed the balls on top of her tongue and was only slightly disappointed that he did not respond.
She hadn't really expected him to be able to fuck her. He was too young, but this was part of her attraction to him. He couldn't pose any threat to her. If he had power over her, it would be she who gave it to him.
She reached under her mattress and produced a little whip. It had a short handle but many lashes that hung down tipped with metal. She thrust this weapon into his hand and asked him to play with it over her body.
She told him he could hit her as hard as he wanted and anywhere he wanted to. She lay prone on the bed and waited for his attentions.
He mounted on top of her waist and sat for awhile gazing at her wallowy tits which spread across her chest. She had very pale nipples that were unusually large and immediately caught his attention. He began to flail at her nipples with his little whip. She clung to the sides of the mattress and held herself still for the punishment.
He snapped the little weapon over his head several times, feeling like Zorro. Then he brought the lash down across her breasts again and again. He didn't have all that much strength in his little arms. But what he lacked he made up for with the fury and swiftness with which he brought it down on her bulging breasts. She moaned deep down in her throat but urged him on with sweet words.
Her pink nipples grew redder and redder with every lash of the whip. Long red lines began to appear over the white bulges of flesh. Her nipples puckered and smoothed alternatively showing their excitement. But soon Mickey began to slow down as he grew bored quickly with a single occupation like any young child.
"Go play between my legs, dear," she advised him.
Mickey obediently crawled down over her large body, and she spread her legs apart so that he could sit between them. Her pussy lips were exposed through the thin pubic hair that covered them sparsely. He began to slap at them with his little lash watching their color change from pale white to an irritated red. Sometimes the leather thongs would wrap around the hairs and he would have to jerk his wrist hard to disengage them. The little brown curls would come out by the roots, and Mona would pant and wince with pain.
Finally, she reached down with her plump hands and thrust her lips apart with her own stout fingers. Mickey could see the tongue of clitoris wriggling inside like a panting tongue. He took careful aim and landed his blows expertly inside the crack. He lashed at the clitty and the lips again and again with great effort and exactitude. This was a smaller target and he had to concentrate hard.
The tender flesh began to swell. The hole bulged open and the lash began to draw blood which dribbled sensuously down the loving crack. Then suddenly her hole began to spout its creamy liquid which mixed delightfully with the come. He stopped his lashing to watch it drip down.
Mona lifted her fat ass from the bed, and moaned voluptuously as she came. It sounded like the howls of some animal mating in the forest. The other couple looked up from their bed of love to see what had happened to make her sound off so. They saw little Mickey with the whip in his hand. Somehow, he still managed to look innocent and benign as he posed between her stout thighs.
After their little orgy, the two women dressed the children and brought them back home again. They told them to come again if they liked the company and promised to have plenty of chocolate cake on hand. They gave each of the children a quarter not to tell anyone what had happened. From past experience they knew that children liked to keep secrets from their parents.
Susie was dazed when Betty returned her to her grandfather's house. She went in through the screen door, letting it crash behind her. Her grandfather appeared immediately from his bedroom and saw the woman leaving his porch.
"You don't look well, my child. Has that slut been doing anything to you? Come now, tell your grandfather. You'll end up like your mother yet, you mischievous child."
CHAPTER SIX
Susie didn't like her grandfather always harping on how she was "just like her mother." Had her mother been a lesbian? That was possible, she supposed. She had belonged to many women's organizations, but there was nothing very unusual about thit. She decided that quite possibly her grandfather didn't know what he was talking about. He might very well have made up the accusation just to taunt and frighten her.
Even if her mother had been a lesbian, what was the harm in that? She herself had just indulged in her first lesbian experience and it had been quite satisfactory. There was a certain bond that could develop between two women which was bound to make a man jealous. She could see her grandfather as the type of intolerant person who would harbor a grudge against a person for withholding her love. He was a terribly demanding person, unlike her own father.
She thought about Brent for almost the first time since she had left home. Suddenly, she was lonely for his comforting arms and the smell of his aftershave lotion when she kissed his neck. She was tired of the beach and of her grandfather.
The next day, Susie took a walk in a direction she had never traveled in before. She wanted to escape from her grandfather and his nagging. She didn't care if her absence would worry him. She just wanted to get away and be alone with her secret thoughts for awhile.
Eventually, she came to the main road that led into town and back to the railroad station. She started to walk along it with half a notion that she would be able to walk the distance home if she wanted to badly enough.
Before she had gone very far, a car pulled up behind her and a fellow hung out the window asking her if she wanted a ride. She turned around and looked into the familiar face of Nick. She smiled at him graciously and he opened the door for her. She climbed in beside him.
"It's my day off," he said. "I was just going for a ride, but I'm sure you wouldn't mind some company. You feel like coming along?"
"Sure," she said as he started the car up again. "How far is it to New York?"
"Oh, about ninety miles. That's where you're from, isn't it?"
"Yeah. If you'd drive me there, I could show you where I live. It's a big tall building on the East Side, and we have a terrace and a doorman."
"Why do you want to go home? Don't you like it at the beach?"
"My grandfather's bugging me, and I was thinking that it would be nice to go home."
Nick strung her along on the idea that he might consider driving her into the city. Actually, his mind was working along another track. He suddenly had the idea of running away with her. He could take her far off and they could be alone together for a long time. He had just gotten paid, so he had enough cash to go on a vacation.
He looked at her long blonde hair and was reminded of his sister. He felt sorry for her. Her grandfather wasn't caring for her properly. His parents hadn't taken care of his little sister properly, either. Pathos clouded his features momentarily, as he considered Susie's plight. He would be doing her a big favor by helping her to run away.
They sped along the highway for awhile and Nick played the radio loudly to calm his nerves. Every now and then he'd glance down at the little girl beside him, as proud as any guy on a date with a pretty girl. Her arms were suntanned, and the little blonde hairs bristled noticeably like golden adornments. Her little nipples stuck out alluringly from the yellow strip of her polo shirt.
"I'm hungry," she suddenly decided out loud.
"Okay. Let's stop and pick up some groceries and have a picnic. Would you like that? My sister and I used to go to a lot of picnics together. We used to be able to forget about the whole world that way. We'd just get lost in the woods for the day and not care if we ever found our way home again. But somehow, we always did." He heaved a meaningful sigh.
They pulled into a grocery store at the next town they passed through. He purchased some rolls and bologna and soda. Then they drove off again. He pulled off on a side road that turned away from the coast. He was heading for an old mansion whose grounds had been turned into a public park. Very few people seemed to know about the place, and it was always deserted when he visited. ft would be the perfect place to have a picnic.
Susie was enjoying the ride. She liked to go fast. It excited her whole body when he turned fast comers. She would slide across the whole front seat and bump up against him just for the fun. He never seemed to mind what she did. He wasn't like the other grownups. He never scolded her nor told her to stop acting wild like her grandfather always did.
Nick pulled into the parking lot behind the mansion. He took her by the hand and carried the lunch bag in the crook of the other arm. He was a large man and towered over her petite figure. He held her little hand grasped too tightly in his own, as if he feared she might slip away. There was something strange about his interest in her, she realized, but nonetheless, she was flattered that he preferred her to older girls.
He led her on a path through the forest. The trees were green and fragrant and smelled peculiarly fresh after weeks in the pungent sea air. She gazed up around her with delight. The trees were almost as tall as the buildings that she longed to see back home. They were somehow comforting though unfamiliar.
They came to a grassy knoll and he suggested that this was a good place to have lunch. He sat down beside her and made her a sandwich, and then one for himself. She munched on it, and then threw some crumbs to the birds who pecked away at the ground a short distance from them.
"I really feel free out here," he said, stretching his arms and leaning back against them on the ground. "I feel like a young, healthy animal. I wouldn't care if I never saw another human being again. All I need is you." He glanced at her and smiled.
She smiled back. She didn't know exactly what he meant by this pretty speech. She liked it well enough in the woods, but she had no intention of remaining there with him indefinitely.
"It smells nice here. And I like the birds. Listen to them sing. That's so nice, it makes me feel like going to sleep." She lay down on her side and closed her eyes.
She felt his hand whisking gently over her leg. He rubbed the back of his hand over the soft blonde hairs again and again. He couldn't help thinking of her as a soft little beast, a rabbit or something. He moved closer to her and began to cuddle.
She smelled the odor of sweat that exuded from his limbs. It was not unpleasant, but it did smell strong and it blotted out the scent of the trees and the sweet grass. She felt his animal presence next to her, big and hulking. Somehow it threatened her peace of mind and made her ears alert as her eyes were buried in her arm. She heard him breathing heavily next to her. His whole body seemed to vibrate with emotion.
"Do you remember the last time?" he whispered in her ear, "out on the raft? Did you like it? I've been thinking about you a lot. I've been waiting for the chance to fuck you again."
The word sounded like a harsh thud in her ear. She felt limp and desire-less. She would have much preferred to go to sleep but he was there beside her. His lips nuzzled her hair and he rolled over her forcefully. She looked into his passionate eyes and suddenly, she was scared. There seemed to be something bestial lurking behind the human face. She was almost afraid that he was going to eat her rather than rape her.
Susie rolled away from him, but he quickly reached his long, hair arm out after her. He grabbed at her shirt, and it ripped under the arm. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, but he didn't seem to notice or care. She clutched the shirt back from his grasp and scrambled to her feet in a hurry. She started to run toward the trees hoping to find a place to hide.
He was not worried about losing her. He clambered slowly up and started after her. He could hear her rustling through the bushes just ahead of him. She was trying frantically to get away, but the bushes caught at her clothing and prevented her from moving too quickly. She could hear his heavy breathing close behind her.
Finally, she reached a clearing. She fled across it, and rested behind a big oak tree, hoping that perhaps he would pass her by. He lifted his nose in the air and seemed to smell her out. He moved slowly toward her hiding place, as if some instinct more perceptive than any of the five senses told him where she was.
Suddenly, a hand reached around the tree and grasped her wrist. She tried to shake herself loose, but it was no use. He followed his hand around and seized her flailing body in both his arms. He lay her down on the ground and sat on her stomach with her hands held under his heavy knees. She couldn't move. She was his prisoner now.
He lifted her polo shirt off her chest, which throbbed violently with fear. He pressed his calloused fingers against the bulging nipples which protruded from her breasts like dark, ripe cherries. He rubbed them abrasively, back and forth, enjoying the way they tensed under the pressure of his fingers. Then he bent his mouth to them, one after the other, and sucked them between his hard lips. Susie whined piteously as he bit and abused her little rosettes of passion. His lips were chapped from the sun and felt rough against her tender skin. His teeth bit into her with passion until she thought that he would certainly draw blood. She began to yell out in pain, hoping that someone might hear her and come to the rescue, but the wood was serene except for the chirping of the birds.
He pressed his mouth against hers as she opened it to scream again and stuck his thick tongue deep inside her mouth. He choked the scream in her throat and she tossed her head from side to side trying to free herself from his suffocating kiss. He enjoyed the way she struggled beneath him and just wriggled his tongue inside her sweet, wet mouth. It was more fun for him if she kept trying to escape. It was all part of the game. He was like a lion playing with his prey before he ate it.
Nick could feel his weapon heaving against the tight crotch of his blue jeans. He undid his fly now, and let his large member hang out. It lolled from his fly like a huge red tongue and crawled menacingly across her belly. She looked down on his penis as if it were a snake about to bite. She gazed on the male member for the first time with horror. She didn't like his strong man tactics at all. She preferred it when someone was gentle and kind to her. Her other lovers had always sweet-talked her into seduction. His animal ways only frightened her.
The woods seemed dark and unfriendly now. The atmosphere was altogether too lonely and wild for her tastes. She was suddenly sorry to have abandoned the crowded beach and her friends. Nick's face seemed to have changed from the benevolent, smiling face of the lifeguard to a mask of deranged passion.
He rose up from her body now. He stood over her and lowered his pants. She would have to crawl from between his legs now in order to escape and she knew she wouldn't have a chance. She lay prone and motionless on the ground before him awaiting her fate with wide frightened blue eyes.
He stepped out of his jeans and threw his shirt on the ground nearby. His chest bristled with hairs and his thighs were covered with hairs as well. She had never known a man to look so much like an animal. Then he pulled her into a sitting position, and ripped her shirt off over her head. Her hair tousled down around her shoulders. His face softened suddenly, as he finally noticed that she was frightened.
"There now, don't look so sad. It will be just as nice as the last time. There's nothing to be afraid of. Here, let me take off your pants and lick you. That will relax you."
He unzipped the side of her shorts and pulled them down gently from her thighs along with her underpants. Then she was naked before him. He knelt between her chubby little legs and stuck his ass in the air with his head close to the ground and her sweet pussy. He shoved his hands under her round white ass and picked her up like a bowl of cream, in both hands. Then he dipped his tongue into her honey pot and began to eat hungrily.
He licked between her lips delicately and nuzzled her little clit this way and that until she began to wiggle on his hands. Then he shoved his tongue deep inside her and began reaming and sucking as if he hadn't eaten breakfast. He could feel his dick wagging between his thighs as he ate voraciously of her foaming cunt. It nudged him continually, telling him that it was ready to go anytime he was.
Finally, he sat back from his meal and admired her prone body before him. The glorious golden hair spread out in the grass like an angelic halo. The rosette nipples adorning her pure white breast looked like fruit. The little hairs that were just beginning to sprout on her mound of Venus like thin, newly-seeded grass twinkled in the sun. She was so charming, so beautiful, so like his sister that his heart was filled with love, and his loins with passion for her.
He lifted her body once again in his hands and drew her legs around his thighs until his dick was level with her cunt. He rested her legs on his own, and pried her lips apart with his fingers. They slipped from his thick fingers as they were slimy with wetness. Finally, he managed to find her little hole and prop the point of his prick against it. He grabbed hold of her buttocks once again, and moved her up onto him.
She accepted him slowly. She was as tight as he had remembered, and he had to pull hard to get her to take him all the way. The veins of his dick throbbed with the pressure of her tight muscles and he closed his eyes as he drew her onto his weapon. Once he got inside, he lifted her legs until her feet rested behind his shoulders and drove himself down on top of her. He had his hands on the ground near her waist and propelled himself in and out of her by doing an exercise that looked vaguely like pushups.
Susie felt herself pinned to the ground, crucified by one enormous nail driven into her tender trap. Her feet were suspended up against his shoulders and she found that she couldn't move her body at all. She gripped the ground and the grass in her small white palms, as this helped her to put up with the pain. Then she felt herself moistening inside, and he began to slip in and out from between her thighs with less of a struggle. She raised her hands to his thick red dick and dug her sharp little nails into the flesh. This only drove him to further violence. It acted like a spur to his passion, and he drove his weapon into her harder than ever.
She grunted as she felt it.
She felt his balls flapping madly against her ass as he cleaved her again and again. His coarse pubic hairs irritated the tender naked lips as they rubbed against them when he sunk in to the hilt. Finally, he was on top of her with his prick deep inside her twat writhing and wriggling all over her body. He was like a panting, humping, wild animal and he slobbered all over her chest as he moved his thick dick inside her and shot his load. He came in three separate spurts that washed the inside of her cunt with hot liquid. She felt herself taking it in, and him swimming around inside her. She was disgusted, but there was nothing she could do except try to continue to breathe with the hulking body on top of her small, frail body.
Finally, he rolled off into the dirt. The grass and the earth clung to his sweating skin. His hairy body glistened all over with perspiration. She was covered with his sweat as well, and his loving emission streamed from her cunt like heavy cream. She lay there like she were dead and hoped that he would forget about her existence. His face was turned away from her so she couldn't see or guess what he was thinking. She just watched his heaving subside into an even breathing.
After ten or fifteen minutes, she gained enough courage to get up. She moved as quietly and stealthily as a mouse in the presence of a sleeping cat. She walked around him and found him to be slumbering peacefully. She dressed quickly and prepared to make her getaway.
She followed the path that they had come on back to the parking lot and then walked quickly down the long road until she found another similarly paved junction where she turned off. She was afraid that when he awoke, he would follow the same route they had taken looking for her. Since she didn't know where she was anyhow, it didn't matter to her which road she took, or what direction she went in.
She walked for a long time and thought about hitchhiking, but there was no traffic at all. Finally she arrived at a deserted gas station. She got herself a drink of water from an outside spigot. She walked around the whole building and found that the door to the garage was open. Ft was late afternoon by now, and she was deathly tired. She lay down on some dirty canvas, and fell immediately to sleep. It had been a long, tiring day.
It was very early the next morning when she was awakened by voices. There were two men poking around outside. They seemed to be prowling around looking for junk. She kept hearing them say, "Here's a tire that looks in pretty fair shape," or "would you take a look at that old fender. Looks like it was taken off a Model T Ford." She had decided to make her presence known. Perhaps these strangers would take her to New York.
She stepped from the garage, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She approached a young man and waited for him to look up from his investigations and notice her.
"Hey, where'd you come from?" he asked, when he finally saw her.
"I got lost, and slept in that old garage last night. Would you take me home, please?"
"Hey, Andy, would you look what I found?" Another similarly dressed young man, wearing blue jeans, came round from the back of the building.
"Well, well," he said, beaming her a big smile, "She's not half bad. How'd you like to come for a ride in our car, sweetie?"
"Would you take me home, please?" Susie persisted.
"Sure, sure, we'll take you home," Andy replied mockingly, but she had no real choice except to follow them into their car.
They drove down the road for awhile. She sat in the back, and they whispered furtively to one another, punctuating their conversation now and again with a loud guffaw. She heard things like "jail bait," and "virgin." And then they finally seemed to decide on a course of action and pulled off the road into a grove. "Larry, you can have her first. I think I changed my mind. I'll just watch."
"You coward, I shouldn't let you even watch. Just see that you don't fink on me, that's all."
Larry jumped over the seat and landed next to her in the back. He unhitched his jeans and then stuck his hand down her pants. She wriggled around on his fingers.
"Will you take me home, please?"
"Later, kid. Just cooperate and we'll take you wherever you want to go." She didn't seem to have much confidence in him, but she seemed to have little choice.
He told her to take off her shorts and her shirt and watched her undress with anxious eyes.
"Cute, ain't she?" He noted this, and mentioned it to his companion. "Look at those pert little boobies. Clean little cunt, too. I'd rather have her than your old whore. She's better than Bessie any day." He began to massage his member between his legs. Pretty soon it stuck up as straight as a flagpole and he hoisted her on top of his lap.
Her knees rested on the seat on either side of him. He pushed her down onto his member slowly and she watched his face light up with pleasure as he felt the tightness of her little pussy surrounding him. He pressed her close to his chest and began kissing her with his thick, wet lips. He slobbered on her mouth hungrily and pushed his tongue inside her pursed lips. He wriggled his tongue deep down in her throat until she was gasping for breath and he laughingly thrust her from him. She fell backwards against the front seat.
She was still attached to his dick like a doughnut on a stick, but she was off balance, and his member wrenched inside her painfully. He began to tweak her little red nipples between his knobby fingers. She was disgusted by the grime she could see beneath his fingernails.
"That's real good," he said. "I like that." He pinched her nipples between his hard knuckles just to make her move on top of him.
Then he grabbed her under the armpits and began lifting her up and down on top of him. She could feel his dick thicken and lengthen painfully inside her as he agitated her body on top of it. It seemed to grow like a weed and she didn't know how much more of it she could encompass without bursting wide open. He worked her up and down until her limbs were limp in his grip. He moved her back and forth, from side to side, and in any direction he could think of without caring how much he was hurting her with his huge, horse-like distended cock.
He began to hop up and down on the seat, bouncing her on and off him like a bronco. Finally, he shot his load deep inside her. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and she felt his dick wither inside her with relief.
"You should try her, Andy. You're really missing something sweet. She's as tight as a glove. Nothing like a sweet little miss from nowheres. You know, they'll never be able to find us even if they do track her down."
"How's her asshole?"
"How should I know? Corn-holing is for farmers."
"Well, I might give it a try. You don't get
VD from a bunghole, you know. Pass her on up to me."
Larry lifted Susie up by the waist and hoisted her over the front seat. He laid her across his lap and paddled her ass a few times with his hand.
"Nice, very nice," he said admiring the clear white flesh. "Not a pimple on it. I wouldn't mind giving it a try."
"Please, mister, that'll really hurt. Do anything else but don't fuck me in the ass." She pleaded with him. The tears began to gather in her eyes and rolled softly down her cheeks but he showed no signs of compassion. He just slapped her hard across her creamy cheeks and ordered her to shut up if she didn't want to get whipped with his belt.
He slapped her ass over and over again. He loved to watch the white cheeks shiver and shake under his hands. Soon they were pink from the contact of his hard, calloused hand.
Then he reached into the glove compartment and came out with a bottle of vaseline. He rested it on the small of her back and unscrewed the cap. He took a big gob of it on his middle finger, and parted her cheeks with his other hand. He thrust it deep inside her anus with one sweeping move.
She jumped forward on his lap, and he laughed. He wiggled the finger inside her and she moaned. Then he withdrew it and smelled his finger, wiping it under his nose. He went back for a second feel. He held her in his hand and thrust one finger up her sopping wet cunt and the other into her anus. He lifted her off his lap in this fashion, and she squirmed to get free. She could hear Larry giggling in the back seat.
Andy slid out from under her, and slipped out of his jeans. He laid her across the front seat and knelt between her legs with his cock in his hands. He rapped it hard against her blushing buttocks until he had enforced an erection. She was afraid to look over her shoulder and see how big it was.
He pried her cheeks apart forcefully with his hands. She felt as if he were trying to rip her in two. He planted his red rod in her little pink hole. He grasped her around the leg, thrusting his hand up her cunt once again. Then he lifted her and thrust down at the same time. He sunk in an inch or two as she screamed out in pain.
She grasped the handle of the door in an effort to pull herself forward, but he just followed her until there was no more room between her and the door. He leaped against her asshole like a battering ram. Her knees were thrust up underneath her now, and her ass was held high in the air as she sought a more comfortable position. He took her slender hips in both his hands and pulled her back onto him as he pushed forward and knocked her head roughly up against the door.
He was inside her as far "as he could go. She was so tight around him that he knew he wouldn't be able to stand the pressure and the excitement for long. He began to move it in and out of her wildly, trying to keep himself from coming as long as possible. It wasn't very often that he got the pleasure of corking the back entrance and he wanted to enjoy himself thoroughly while he had the opportunity.
He began whacking it into her again and again. She was extremely tight, and he found that he had more freedom of movement if he held her cheeks wide apart. He pried her buttocks in different directions and began pulling out and pushing back and not caring how much she screamed.
Susie thought she was going to pass out. She hardly cared when her head was knocked up against the door as it took her thoughts away from the pain in her ass for a moment. She felt like a red hot poker were being driven up inside her. The pain was excruciating and the tears streamed down her cheeks freely.
He was moving inside her passionately now. She could hear him panting and groaning above her. His nails dug into the flesh of her crack as he thrust and pulled until finally he exploded inside her. She felt him release his load and it gushed up into her bowels, giving her the most powerful desire to shit that she had ever felt.
She gathered all her strength and tightened every muscle in her body and pushed. She felt him disengage himself from her body, followed by a loud fart and a gush of steaming diarrhea.
Larry went wild with laughter in the back seat. He was jumping up and down making the seats jiggle. He was laughing so hard he made the whole car shake. She looked over her shoulder and could see Andy sitting in a puddle of shit.
"You dirty bitch," he finally managed to scream. Then he bent over her prone body, and opened the door next to her. She felt the heel of his boot on her ass as he expelled her from the car. She did a somersault onto the ground. Then her clothes were thrust out the back window and the car took off unceremoniously.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Susie's grandfather had become aware of her absence at lunchtime. He searched the neighborhood and the beach with the help of Mr. Bones and his family. They couldn't find any trace of her. Finally, he alerted the police.
The policeman who had rescued Susie from the clutches of the pervert heard the bulletin for the missing child. He informed his captain that it was the same little girl as the last time, saying that she was quite capable of running away for fun, probably with some guy. They had a good laugh together over the promiscuity of today's adolescents. The captain radioed a description of the child and her personality to various precincts and cars in the area.
"Susie. Age fourteen. Hair, blonde. Height, four feet ten inches. Distinguishing marks, birthmark over the right nipple." The patrol cars were amused by this last detail. It wasn't long before most of them were out looking for her. Her infamous reputation spread quickly through the ranks of the force. Grandfather also called Brent in New York. He didn't like to have the burden of worrying weighing solely on his own aged shoulders. He yelled at Brent for bringing up the child in such a manner that she had turned from sweet innocence to wild adolescence without a moment's notice. Brent ignored his ravings and set out for Lond Island to conduct the search for his beloved daughter himself.
He could not keep from thinking that she had been kidnapped and raped. He conjured up the goriest details with which to decorate the naked truth. He decided to himself that they would find her small, nude body battered and bloody. That is how they had found his wife one morning in Central Park. He thought that this time he would go mad if they found her dead.
He blamed himself for leading her to sensuality. He was certain that her downfall was the outcome of his own sexual longings which her childish psyche had been sensitive to all along. Perhaps if he had been more of a father to her, and less of a lover, this would never have happened, if he got her back again, safe and sound, he would make it up to her.
He thought about her beautiful blonde hair and innocent blue eyes. But foremost in his mind was the image of her naked body. He could see the scratches torn into her round white buttocks by cruel briars. The gashes had been ripped into her soft flesh with thorns. Her limp arms would be twisted into an inhuman position about her thin body. A ring of hickies would cover her neck and trace a path to her tender child's nipples. He couldn't get the picture from before his eyes once he had thought it up. It haunted him.
Meanwhile, Susie was walking down the country road once again. She had put on her shirts and her polo shirt, which were torn and dirty now. Her hair was disheveled and knotted but she looked none the worse for wear and tear. Her sandals shuffled down the long empty road and she would stop sometimes to remove a pebble from under her heel. Her features were serenely composed as she thought of what she would do the next time she met somebody.
Susie was actually almost enjoying being on her own. She had breakfasted on an apple in an orchard, and thought that it would be easy to subsist in the wild until someone found her. After her experiences with the last few specimens of humanity, she had run across, she wasn't sure that she wouldn't be better off walking all the way back home. She decided that the next time somebody accosted her with bad intent, she would fight them tooth and nail. She was tired of being taken advantage of just because she was small and weak and a child. Next time she would protect her own integrity as best she could.
Once in awhile, a car would come down the road and she would dash into the bushes. She wanted to see if the driver were male or female. She decided that she wouldn't take her chances with a man again. She would wait until a woman drove past before she would expose herself to a stranger's mercy.
The sun beat down on her white skin, baking it and drying it. But somehow she knew that she would have enough strength to make it through the ordeal that was before her. She felt hearty and self-sufficient, despite her loneliness. She was proud of the way in which she was learning to handle a completely alien situation. She had never been left alone for so long in her whole life.
In the distance, through the dust of the road, she could see a car approaching slowly. She had plenty of time to dodge it in the bushes, until she could distinguish the people inside. She had a vague hope that it would be someone she knew. She kept wondering how many more times she would have to submit her body to a stranger's lust before she would reach the arms of her dear father once again.
Her heart leaped passionately inside her white breast, when she recognized the green and white design that distinguished a police car. She jumped out in front of it and flagged it to a stop, waving her thin arms frantically about her head. The car drew up beside her and the driver poked his head out the window.
"Your name wouldn't be Susie, would it?" he asked, pushing his peaked cap back from his forehead.
"Yes, I'm Susie, and you've found me at last. Now, you'll take me to my daddy, won't you?"
"Sure kid. Soon enough."
The car pulled off to the side of the road and the two cops got out to inspect her. It was obvious that she was the child that they had been searching for, but they took the responsibility of making certain upon themselves.
"Greg, lift the kid's shirt and see if we can find that birthmark they told us to look for," the black cop instructed his companion.
The redheaded cop pulled her back against him and lifted her shirt up over her face so they could inspect her chest. "Yep, there's that beauty mark all right," he said, fondling her white tit. "She's cute, ain't she?"
Bill bent over her and observed her clinically. "Not bad for a fourteen-year-old. Look at those nipples bug out. Don't they look surprised?" He chuckled and lowered her shirt once again. "I bet you're happy to see us."
Susie smiled up at him sweetly.
"How's about giving me a little kiss to show me how much you appreciate us finding you." Bill's black face showed a white grin.
Susie suddenly realized how far she still was from going home. Her body ached as she watched the gleam in their eyes as they looked her up and down. She broke loose from Greg's hand which was resting on rather than holding her shoulder, and began to dash desperately down the road.
Greg was quick to act. He couldn't see chasing her in the hot sun. He whipped out his billy club and threw it after her. It sailed through the air and landed accurately between her knees. She tripped over it, and landed sprawling on the ground. She began to cry and beat her little fist against the ground in frustration. At first, Greg laughed. Then he ambled down the road in her direction.
He picked her up by her arm and stood her on her feet again. He began to brush the dirt and dust from her clothing, taking great pleasure in whacking her little, round ass.
"Now, sweetheart, don't try to run away again. Where do you think you're gonna go anyway?" Greg had a large lascivious smile on his ugly, pock-marked face. "You like policemen, remember? Remember that cop who picked you up on the beach? You treated him real nice when he found you. That's all we want. Just treat us as nice as you did him, and we'll take you home, I promise."
Susie hardly heard him. She was sobbing loudly. Greg finally decided that there was no point in trying to reason with her. He just picked her up in his strong arms and carried her back to the car. Her head hung heavily on his shoulder, and she found herself clutching his thick red neck. The world was spinning before her eyes, and she had to have something to hold onto.
"What are we gonna do with her now?" Greg asked his partner over his little bundle.
"I don't know about you, but I'm gonna take her to task myself," He scratched his crotch meaningfully. "Give her over here, and I'll stop her yammering."
Greg handed his light bundle over. Bill shook her by the shoulders. She dangled from his large black hands and looked through tear-filled eyes at his menacing face. She stopped bawling almost instantly. Then he placed her on the ground in front of him.
"I'll give you something to cry about. You been a bad girl and you deserve to be punished right and proper. I think I'm just the man to do it." He opened the back door, and sat down sideways on the seat with his feet on the road. He pulled her after him and settled her across his knees on her stomach. Then he pulled down her shorts so that her round ass stuck up alluringly. He began to smack his hard black hand across it.
He didn't hit her too hard, and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of crying now anyway. He let his hand fall loudly over her creamy buttocks watching them quiver and shake before his lascivious eyes. He could see the red outline of his fingers imprinted deliciously on the flesh. Finally he found himself squeezing and caressing her tender ass. He stroked it with his broad brown palm and admired its smoothness.
"Ain't no wonder this child gets herself in so much trouble," he mused aloud. Then he stood up and thrust her onto the back seat, her body sprawled at full-length across it. He pulled her pants off her ankles and inhaled deeply. "Smells like shit and sperm. I got the evidence right here. She ain't no virgin, so there ain't no harm in our having a little fun is there?" He eyed his partner awaiting a reply.
"I think you're right. Bill. Now how we gonna do this?"
Bill took a coin from his pocket and flipped it in the air. He caught it in his palm and opened his hand for them both to see.
"I got tails, you get heads," he guffawed loudly. "Time for us to do our duty."
The both got back into the car. Greg drove down the road until he came to a road through a pasture. He pulled into it and parked under a solitary tree. Tnen they got out and opened the rear doors on both sides. Susie was still sprawled out across the seat, wearily awaiting her fate.
Bill turned her over and admired her little pussy. He noted the few wisps of blonde hair that were beginning to grow on the mound of Venus. He rubbed his black fingers across them tenderly. Then he began to eat her out.
He thrust her legs apart and observed the plush, pink lips and the delicate crack that covered her tiny hole. He tickled them with his nail until her ass began to bob sensuously up and down. Then he parted the lips and thrust his wooly head between her thighs. He licked her up and down with his long wet tongue and then slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her to his mouth.
He began to suck on her passionately, until the saliva ran down the sides of his mouth. He drilled his thick tongue inside her honey hole and reamed it out. It wasn't particularly fresh-tasting, but he didn't mind a little funk now and then. He twirled the little clitty around until it quivered with excitement. Then he took it between his teeth and began to suck on it and stretch it out.
Susie felt him working over her pussy. His big wet mouth made her forget her troubles. She even forgot to struggle and kick as she had planned to do the next time someone assaulted her. She felt the tongue like a flame inside her, kindling her passion. She rotated her ass around in his hands to make sure that he wouldn't miss any of the sensitive corners.
Greg has been standing in the doorway, watching Bill eat her out. It always turned him to watch his partner. He really got very turned on on to observe someone else in action. He rubbed his balls thoughtfully, and then lowered his pants. He pulled on his thick dick until it stretched out to an effective length in front of him.
Susie could see it wagging above her. It looked hard and wide like a club. The veins bulged on the surface, purple against the red background of smooth flesh. She reached up her hand to it. She wanted to do something while she was being eaten.
She began to pull on his prick with long sensual strokes, rolling the skin from the shaft over the head of it. Greg bent over her and placed his hands on her breasts. He watched them pucker and spread out feelingly as he played with them. The aureole that surrounded the nipple darkened with pleasure. Her tits seemed to open up and blossom before his eyes like a rose. He bent his head over her body and began to suckle them. He licked them round and round with his smooth, wet tongue, and felt them shrivel inside his mouth. He began to suck them harder as he felt her massaging his balls in her soft white hands. She bobbled them up and down delicately as she pulled on his dong.
Bill was working his black fingers inside her pink hole now. He watched his hand being covered with her sensual slime. His black fingers glistened in the sunlight and he felt his best digit moving agitatedly inside his pants. He unzipped his fly and hopped out of his trousers eagerly. He wondered if she would be able to take him inside her little hole. He knelt on the seat between her legs and lifted her onto his knees. Her legs dangled helplessly over his black muscular thighs. He admired her white flesh against his glossy blackness.
His member throbbed before him, big and black with a bulging reddish head. It looked like a torch on fire. He took it in his hand and probed it up and down in the moist crack between her lips. He found the loving hole and plowed into her. The head stuck in, but he couldn't push it up any further. He battered himself against her but to no avail.
He got out from beneath her again and lifted his billy club from the dust. He measured its thickness against his own. They were about the same size, but the club tapered at one end. It would be the perfect thing to stretch her out with. He thrust the shiny black wood between her legs. He twirled it around with frustration, a sweat breaking out on his brow. His face was a mask of concentration, his eyes riveted on her plush pink twat. He jabbed his weapon into the tiny hole and saw all the muscles in her body tense with pain. He twirled it around inside her until he felt the muscles give way before the hard wood. He pumped eight inches of it inside her. Then he removed it and examined its wet, black gleaming surface. He discarded it in the dust again.
Greg's dick was thick and hard by this time. He had had enough foreplay now and he climbed onto the seat with her, straddling her whole upper body. He squeezed her thin, white shoulders between his knees until she thought that he would crush every bone in her chest. His stout member waved over her like a victorious sword. He pushed down to a level with her mouth and poked it between her wet, waiting lips. She rimmed the head of it with her tongue and then took that much inside her mouth to suck. He lifted her neck in his hands and forced the rest of it down her throat.
He lifted and lowered her head to his need. He sunk eight inches of it inside her. It wasn't the length of it that disturbed her so much as the width. She could barely breathe with it stuffed inside her. She sucked on it tenderly, trying to satisfy him before he choked her with it. She could see the passion and dire intent glittering in his small green eyes. With his hands around her throat, he looked more like he wanted to strangle her than let her suck him off.
Susie looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear as she felt the billy club jammed up her tight little twat. Her mouth opened to gasp and Greg took advantage of her open mouth to ram his member down her throat. She began to gag on it which sent delightful spasms up and down the length of his thick prick. He socked it into her open wet mouth again and again, feeling his dick grasped by her throat.
Greg felt his dick grow larger with every lunge. Her throat gagged on the enlarged hard cock delightfully. He dug deeper inside her mouth until his hairy balls rested under her chin. She was totally inside her now. She had absorbed the entire length of him in her sweet sopping mouth.
He began to moan passionately as he twisted it inside her. She choked on his dick pitifully, but he only noticed it insofar as the movements in her throat increased his pleasure. Finally, he lifted himself above her and pressed down on her face with the weight of his whole body. She felt his thick dick leap inside her and explode, gushing sweet-salty semen down her gullet. She grasped him and struggled under his weight, but he held her firmly beneath him until she had drained him entirely. He watched the scum dribble out both nostrils and finally withdrew as her eyelids fluttered up and then closed in a faint.
Bill had climbed into position between her legs by this time. He stretched her legs apart and lifted them over his thighs once again. He dug his black fingers inside her and found her hole considerably loosened. He spread the Tips apart with one hand, and with the other he directed his pointy, black cock into her swollen cunt hole.
He watched the head disappear with delight. He felt the muscles closing gently around its staff and sucking him in deeper this time. He lifted her up under his knees and drew her all the way onto him. She put up no resistance this time.
He found that by holding her legs he could maneuver her around him easily. He twisted her lower body every which way, increasing his pleasure as she slipped about him. Her hole was still tight, but comfortably so. He lifted himself onto his knee now and held her before him at an amenable height and socked it into her with strenuous effort. His big, black ass moved powerfully behind him, adding weight to every blow. Her juices flowed and surged and bubbled around his staff, dripping down onto the seat.
Black against white, adolescence against adulthood-all these comparisons served to increase his passion and his pace. These white chicks sure are juicy, he mused delightedly. They just cream and cream and cream.
He felt himself swelling and lengthening inside her. He saw his entire black staff disappearing into her white mound. He withdrew it feeling her thighs divide and open before him. He sunk into her soft, cushiony cunt with a sigh of pleasure. Nothing satisfied him so fully as a little white pussy.
He moved with inhuman vigor and strength, holding out for as long as he could. It must have been at least a half hour that he had been working it inside her. He pushed and primed as if it were still the very first moment.
Susie was exhausted. She felt his thick weapon inside her cunt. First she felt pain as he stretched her out, but then as he continued to work her over, she began to become inspired. She had never had a cock up her for this long before. Usually a guy would come in minutes, because she was so tight. But this was a new experience.
She was all hot and irritated from her outer lips to her inner depths. There was no relief from his pulsing and throbbing. She opened her legs wide to release the pressure somewhat. She felt herself getting more and more inflamed, the longer and harder he worked.
He slipped and wriggled and she grasped and held until she felt her cunt convulsing with pleasure. She reached her hands under her hips and pulled herself still higher so that she could received the full force of his thrust going straight down into her well of passion. She opened up to him and then closed around him lovingly, spilling her hot, frothing honey and sending spasms of joy up from her sensitive hole as she came.
Greg stood behind Bill now. He had his hand on his knees and was bending down so he could look between the black man's legs and watch him penetrate her. The thick cock was slimy with her loving liquids, it shone like highly polished ebony. The veins stood out in dark relief on its surface.
"Come on, Bill, sock it to her. Fuck her fast and furious. We ain't got all day. That a boy. Ride her hard. Fuck her faster. Faster!" he screamed, as he watched it slip and slide between her swollen pink lips.
Bill was even more aroused by the cheering of his partner. He held her under the knee and plowed into her until he could feel his dick swelling with emotion. It suddenly burst like a big sausage sizzling on the fire. He shot her full of his hot come and held her to him so that his black hairs covered her naked crotch. Then he relaxed backward, on his heels and let her slide forward.
"She is something else. She liked it almost as much as I did, can you imagine? Did you see her hopping around and hear her moan when she came. This is some hot little piece of white meat," Bill expostulated proudly.
After they had finished their little orgy, and gotten dressed again, Bill called up the station house on his radio and told the captain that they had just found her. He said that she was in perfectly good shape, just a little dirty and hungry. She was also ready to go home, he said. The captain told him to bring her over to the station house first.
Susie could hardly believe that they were going to take her home. After so many misadventures, she thought she would never trust what anybody told her again.
At the police station they asked her a lot of questions, before they would let her see her father. They wanted to know how she had gotten so far from home in the first place. She told them about Nick the lifeguard and how he had tried to rape her. She knew enough to shield the fact that he had succeeded. But the captain said that she would have to be examined for rape anyway, as a child her age might now know whether the bastardly deed had been actually performed or not.
Susie was whisked away into the doctor's office. He laid her out on a flat examining table and removed her shorts once again. He slipped a tight-fitting elastic glove over his hand and made her put her feet into two stirrups at the bottom of the table. Then he shoved a cold metal clamp between her lips. She felt the steel penetrate into her hot little hole and shivered at the icy contact of it. Then the doctor began to wiggle his finger around inside of her. His fingers felt strong and agile and she bounced around beneath them. He looked up over his glasses at her with a serious expression, somewhere between disdain and disgust on his face.
"Young lady, you have enough semen up there to float a ship. Why did you lie to the officer, when he asked you if you'd been raped?"
"Oh, please, I don't want my father to know it. It would kill him." She opened her blue eyes wide in pleading.
"Well, I think that it's up to your father to press charges. You're only a minor and your wishes don't really count in a court of law. As far as we're concerned, you're his property.
"Oh, please, can't you keep this whole thing from coming out. I'd do anything." Then she saw the look in the doctor's eyes, and she suddenly knew that he had just been buttering her up. He wanted to make her beg him to take her in exchange for a favor. The doctor opened his fly and whipped out his long, flaccid white dick. It looked pale and unfortunate, compared to the masterful member of the black cop who had fucked her just an hour before.
She lay prone on his table with the apparatus spreading her lips apart. He stepped up on a little stool, that was handy at the bottom of the table. He was at just the right angle now to pop it inside of her. He pulled on it himself for awhile, stretching it out as she watched him. Then he thought better of the whole thing, and stepped down again. He connected a hose to a nearby sink and turned on the faucet. He placed a little pan under her ass as he drew her knees up in the air and her ass towards the edge of the table. He connected a hose to the faucet and directed it inside her open lips.
She felt the warm water rush up inside her. It flushed her out completely. It dripped humiliatingly down her ass. She could feel the scum and the slime oozing out over her cheeks and into the little metal pan.
When he had finished washing her out, he stepped on his ladder once again, and poked his member inside the lips between the sides of the metal apparatus that held her open. She felt him hot inside her. Her canal dried out quickly with the rubbing of his dick. He held her hips and moved her back and forth on the table. He pressed in the stirrups and she felt like part of a machine with all this metal surrounding her and his hands pulling her mechanically onto his stiff member.
The doctor's lean dick thickened inside her until it was pressing up irritatingly against the sides of her clean pussy. The water had dried, leaving her dry and sore inside. He moved abrasively within her and she felt as if she was adhering to him and he would pull her inside out.
He began to bounce her ass up and down on the table, moving her to his need. He stared straight down at the activity that was going on beneath his navel. His face was completely expressionless as if he were watching some distant phenomenon taking place under a microscope. Then his lips tightened and his glasses began to fog up a little from his heavy breathing. She felt the point of his dick banging up against the back of her canal. Suddenly it exploded inside her with a spurt and a trickle, and he heaved a sigh of relief.
When he had finished, he washed his member thoroughly and told her not to worry about his report. He would fix it so no one would have to take the blame for her deflowering. He knew for a fact that it had happened some time in the past anyhow.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brent was very glad to have his daughter back. The fact that she had been raped had not been made clear to him by the cops, but it didn't matter to him at all. He was glad that she was still alive and virtually unharmed.
They said goodbye to her grandfather and picked up her belongings from his house. Then they drove back home together. Her father was very quiet and subdued. Susie thought guiltily that she was the cause of his depression.
"I'm sorry I ran away, Brent. I wanted to come home again, and this boy, the lifeguard, said that he would take me there. I guess I shouldn't have believed him."
"Well, it's only natural for a child to believe what another person tells her. Your grandfather is the one at fault. He shouldn't have let you go wandering off by yourself. Weren't you happy with him?"
"I had a good time the first few weeks, but then I began to miss you." She snuggled up close to him on the seat.
He put a comforting arm around her and she quickly fell asleep after the last eventful days of her vacation.
Brent felt the warmth of his daughter's body next to him. He still found it hard to believe that her small body had taken on the burden of womanhood. He felt her soft hair and her warm, flushed cheek against his hand.
Apparently, she had survived the loss of physical innocence. He couldn't help marveling at her strength of mind. She seemed to have come through unscathed.
He felt sad rather than angry at the predicament that confronted him. Unfortunately he found that he could understand the mentality of the rapist very easily. He had felt the same need in his loins and acted on it at various times in the past. How could he blame the male party for a passion that so obviously originated in the female? It was Adam and Eve all over again. Brent couldn't condemn a man for acting on the desires that consumed his own body.
Susie was dressed once again in her crisp white pinafore. Brent noticed how her nipples bulged through the stiff surface of the starched material. He thought that he could distinguish their rosy color staining through the cotton. She was growing up, there was no doubt about it. The hem of her dress rested way above her knees, showing her tanned thighs which were plump and shapely. He couldn't help thinking that rape had agreed with her. She looked healthy, after her summer at the beach, rape or no rape.
Susie was growing up too quickly. He began to think about what would happen when she came into contact with boys her own age. He realized that this could be a source of great unhappiness for the child, since it would be obvious that she was different. He decided to send her to an all -girls school. Under such circumstances, her experience would not be so noticeable. He would protect her from further harm by keeping her out of contact with men.
Brent realized that there was something selfish in his plan, but he stuck to it -anyway. The truth was that he wanted to keep her for himself. He didn't want her to grow up. He loved her just the way she was. He wanted to preserve her childhood intact.
In the fall, Susie was enrolled at an all girls school. It was a very strict atmosphere to come back to after her wild summer on the beach. Her grandfather's permissiveness could not be forgotten easily. Her spirit rebelled against the rigid schedule at school
The girls all dressed in uniforms. They were required to wear plain, pleated skirts and blazers that bore the insignia of the school. Susie tried to fuck the system any way she could. She refused to wear bras. She wore her skirts provokingly short and defied the administration to change her ways. They were constantly trying to pass new rules to control her, but this means of attack was slow and by the time they had passed a new bylaw, Susie had found some other way of asserting her independence.
Susie's spirited ways made her popular with many of the teachers who admired her pluck. She seemed to handle the administration easily where they were enslaved by it, fearful of their jobs. Other teachers hated her because she was a trouble maker. Her report card read unruly and lacking in self-control, but in another spot it praised her for being imaginative.
Mr. Wiggler was very fond of Susie. He was the English teacher and was constantly amazed at the little girl's power of self-expression. She had even helped him to inaugurate a pet idea of his, the debating society. This was an after-school activity that gave students the opportunity to call the administration to task.
The administration tolerated the debating team which gave the children a chance to air their gripes because it seemed to keep Susie, the star nuisance, under control.
One afternoon, Susie accosted Mr. Wiggler as he was leaving school. He didn't know what to do as he thought it would be rude to walk out on her, so he invited her to walk home with him. He didn't live far from school.
"They just passed a new rule saying that students may not wear skirts above the knee. I'm surprised that they didn't make it mid-calf. I bet they'd like to keep us shut up there in that school and never let us see what goes on in the outside world. It's obvious they have no feeling for fashion or freedom."
"Susie slow down. I can't really see what fashion and freedom have to do with one another. The problem with you is you get so excited. If you tried to think more slowly and carefully, you'd express your ideas more rationally and give others the opportunity to understand you."
"I'm sorry. But you know what I mean, even if I don't express myself like a politician. Why are you walking so fast? What's the hurry? Can't you stop for a minute, and talk to me? Please!"
She came to a halt and waited for his answer. He pulled up short beside her. He looked extremely flustered, though he was normally the epitome of calm.
"I'm expecting a phone call."
"From a girl?" she teased him.
"Yes. She's a very old, dear friend of mine. She's coming to visit all the way from Atlanta. I really have to hurry."
"I suppose I have no right to interfere in your private life. I'm sorry if I've taken up too much of your time." Susie started to leave. As she turned around he grabbed her by the arm.
"Why don't you come upstairs and wait with me. That way we can discuss our problem and I'll have someone to pass the time with while I'm waiting for the phone call."
She stopped and considered his proposition for a moment. She knew that the administration would definitely not approve of her going to a faculty member's apartment without a chaperone.
Mr. Wiggler looked to be well into middle age, though in fact, he was just thirty years old. His deceiving appearance could probably be attributed to the way he slicked his hair down, and his thick-rimmed glasses. He was proper and old-fashioned in every sense of the word.
Susie accepted his invitation as a kind of challenge. She was curious about whether his apartment would be as colorless as his way of dress. She hoped that his manner was merely assumed for purposed of impressing the administration. She liked to think of him as a Clark Kent type. He was sort of biding his time, she hoped, until one day he would change into Superman and defend freedom before the oid bunch of fuddy-duddies who ran the school.
He escorted her into a six-story apartment building in the East Seventies. It was by no means a luxury building, but it was clean and kept up with shiny brass dorrknobs and the tenants' register polished to a high shine. The lobby and stairs were carpeted. She almost had the feeling that they were consorting in secrecy and that he didn't want anyone to know that he was taking her home with him. She kept silent for awhile, not wanting to break the spell of glamorous intrigue.
He inserted his key in the lock and opened the door for her to pass through. She stepped into a sunny, cheerful apartment, decorated with bright, post-impressionistic prints.
"Well, here we are. Sit down, Susie and make yourself comfortable."
He went immediately to the telephone, to make sure that the receiver was properly cradled on the hook. She could tell that the call was very important to him.
He was obviously much more nervous about hearing from that girl, whoever she was, than concerned about having her in his apartment. She felt distinctly slighted.
He sat down on a chair near the telephone while she was across from him on the couch. There was an awkward silence between them. Finally he took it upon himself to begin the conversation, since he had invited her up to talk.
"Now, my dear, what is it that's bothering you? Do you really find it so hard to believe that they've outlawed short skirts at Bartlem? They're not the first school to do it."
"Yes. I knew it would happen sooner or later. But I don't care if they kick me out. I'm going to make myself an example and see how tough they get. Nobody's going to tell me how to wear my clothes."
"Is that really more important to you than your education?"
She ignored the question.
"Look at you. You may be satisfied to have them put you in a strait-jacket if they choose, but I'm not. They haven't broken my spirit yet. How can you stand to wear a white shirt and starched collar every day and a tie that chokes you?"
Mr. Wiggler raised his hand uncomfortably to his throat and loosened the knot at his neck. He went so far as to unbutton the top of his collar. He suddenly felt stifled as she spoke these incriminating words.
"I'd like to see them pass a rule saying that we have to wear bras," she said, opening her blazer and stretching her arms up over her head. "Old Mrs. Condor would probably have a heart attack if you so much as mentioned the word in her saintly ear."
Mr. Wiggler couldn't help laughing at the idea. Mrs. Condor had a huge chest that she never exposed. She kept it well hidden under jackets and vests. But you could see that it stretched voluminously over her whole upper body, from her armpits to her chest.
'You're just jealous," he chided. But he couldn't help staring at her budding breasts as he said this.
The school was usually kept so cold that the girls were forced to wear their blazers in class The intention was that cold air helped to keep the students awake no matter how boring the classes were. He had heard the rumor that
Susie didn't wear a bra, though she needed one, but he hadn't had the opportunity to see for himself until now.
Her breasts blossomed underneath her white blouse, which was too small for her. It was obvious that she was quite proud of her new attributes. The nipples were clearly visible under the old material, which was worn smooth and thin. He could distinguish them quite clearly by the dark stain of color that imaged their presence.
Then Susie did something that shocked him. She hiked her skirt up above her golden thighs showing him the black garters of her stockings.
Mr. Wiggler felt his feelings rising up in his throat as his prick did inside his pants.
"Susie, pull your skirt down," he commanded her but she defied him.
"No. You do it for me, if you're so concerned. I don't care."
He stood up for a moment, and looked around as if he didn't know where to go or what to do next. He decided that the best thing to do was to patronize her and give her the attention she was so obviously demanding. However, he hardly realized how far her demands would take them.
He pulled her skirt back over her thighs again. He would show her that he wasn't affected by her tawdry show. But the truth was that he was deeply impressed by it. His hand contacted the smooth nylon stocking and lingered on her knee a moment too long. Then he suavely took her hand in his own.
"Susie, you could get yourself into a lot of trouble behaving this way. I know that you're trying to impress me or embarrass me, one way or the other. But it won't work. I thought we understood each other better than that."
"Well, I guess I know that I won't get into much trouble, since it's only you I'm here with."
, He squeezed her hand sharply and then lifted it to her face. He held her beneath her chin and pressed his mouth over her own. But she was deeply disappointed in that he didn't even try to get into her mouth.
"Is that what you want me to do?" he asked. He thought he would get the upper hand by embarrassing her, assuming she was innocent.
"Not exactly," she told him.
She gazed into his eyes dreamily, but he could see a fierceness lingering behind the hazy blue. He was almost hypnotized by her. Then he saw her eyes spin around and she was holding her in his arms where she had thrown herself. She grasped him around the neck with her cool fingers and then her eyes came closer as she pressed her lips against his mouth. Her blue eyes never left off their staring as she parted her lips and licked his own. Then she dipped her tongue inside his mouth and wriggled it around with excitement.
Mr. Wiggler knew now that the situation had got out of control. He felt powerless to stem the tide of circumstances. Momentarily, he forgot that she was a child, and a student entrusted to his care. He kissed her like he would any woman, and felt her melt, warm and soft into his arms.
She grabbed his hand and thrust it under her skirt. She held it to her thigh and ran it up and down the slippery smooth stocking. She could feel his dick pounding against her ass as she sat in his lap. She was sure of her conquest and she smiled up at him with distinct fire glittering in her brilliant blue eyes. The clouds of indecision had passed out of her gaze.
He slipped his hand up and down her sensually curved upper leg. He felt the flesh bulging above the stocking, and pressed his fingers against the soft, warm skin. She was busy unfastening the buttons of her blouse now.
She pressed her cool hand once again to the back of his hot neck. She pulled his head down until it sunk onto her chest and fastened to one of her nipples.
His mouth was warm and sucked gently as if he were afraid of hurting her. She pinched the back of his neck to indicate that she wasn't so fragile.
He responded to her unspoken wish and sucked the nipple into his mouth hard, twirling his tongue around it and feeling it wrinkle erotically.
When he had finished sucking both her breasts, he raised ids head and smiled at her for the first time. He was the one who had the dreamy eyes now.
She bounded off his lap and began to strip in front of him. She slipped out of her open blouse, and rotated her shoulders sensuously. Then she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stood in her panties for a moment, and let him admire the curves thus far exposed.
She thrust her hand inside the elastic waistband of her panties, and with one tug, pulled them down about her knees. She wiggled out of them, bending over in profile, to give him a good look at her voluptuous ass.
Mr. Wiggler was beside himself with pleasure. This was the type of thing that only happened in the movies. Even now it seemed as if it were occurring to someone else. He reached out to touch her to make sure that she was real.
She faced him once again, displaying her naked mound of Venus, on which the golden pubic bush was beginning to appear.
He made a grab for her, and brought her down with a plop on the couch beside him. He pressed his hand fervidly to her hot crotch, and let the fingers slide between the soft lips that trickled their honey into his hand. He lay his long body over her and began to hump her though he was still dressed.
She felt the itchy tweed material rubbing against her breast and the bulging zipper of his pants against her swelling pussy. He began kissing her mouth and her neck with unbounded passion.
"This is silly," she said into his nearby ear. "Why don't you get undressed?"
He dismounted and stood in front of the couch, where he hurriedly unhitched his belt, dropped his pants, unbuttoned his shirt, and threw his shirt and jacket on the floor.
He stood in his underpants, shoes and socks, and she began to giggle at his confusion.
He sat down on the couch by her head and bent over to remove his footwear. She moved her head over his thigh and pulled the elastic of his pants down in front and hitched it under his balls.
She was impatient to see what kind of equipment he had.
M r. Wiggler's dick looked long and sleek and limber, like the rest of his tall body. It was a lovely pink color with a flaming red head that made his penis rather top heavy. Susie grabbed it up in her soft white hand and popped it into her mouth for a suck while he continued to fiddle with his shoes.
She twirled the member in her hand, and licked it around the head with her tongue. It was smooth and hot. She took the enlarged tip into her mouth and began to suck on it vigorously. It leapt up inside her of its own accord.
She accepted it willingly and began to move her mouth over its surface, letting it slide in and out from her succulent lips. It quickly hardened as she worked it over. Soon it was nine inches long, as near as she could calculate. The veins were bulging purple over the pink surface.
Mr. Wiggler leaned back against the cushions to relax. He rested his hand on her soft blonde head and felt it moving up and down in his lap. He could feel the power growing between his legs, bigger and harder all the time. Then he reached his hand over her voluptuous ass that stuck out beneath the lace of the garter belt. He ran his fingers over her crack and down the bare inner thighs that were exposed above the stockings. He linked his finger beneath one of the garters and snapped it wickedly. It resounded sharply against her pale skin. Susie looked back over her shoulder disapprovingly.
He looked down at himself as she moved her head away. He had a perfect erection pointing straight up between his legs. He pressed his hand over the tip of it as if to test the sharpness of his blade.
Then he ordered her to turn around. She squatted on her knees and elbows with her ass facing him and let him explore.
He moved his hand over her plush cheeks, and buried his tongue in her asshole, following the crack down between her legs to her little clitty. He pushed her thighs apart to make room for himself, and thrust his mouth to her voluptuous crack. He buried himself deep in her lips and clung to her clitoris mouthing it vigorously.
She began to sway her ass before him, and around him.
His tongue leapt out of his mouth and up her hole and he reamed her little pussy until the honey began to drip down his chin.
He hoisted himself up on his knees behind her. Her ass bulged lusciously before him like a volcanic mountain covered with snow. He grabbed her thighs and poked the tip of his prick inside her amorous aperture. She moved backwards onto it and enveloped it deep in her steaming thighs.
He grabbed her hips in both hands and began to thrust it into her. She could hear him groaning with pleasure like an animal over its first taste of meat. She waggled her buttocks around to make him work faster and he began plunging inside her with abandon. His balls flapped heavily against the front of her pussy. They dangled down long and pendulous and swayed into her with every thrust. She could feel the hairs irritating her lips and her clitty.
It was delightful of him to have such long, heavy balls and definitely provided an added attraction to her.
Mr. Wiggler could feel himself cutting through her like a knife. She clung to his blade and it sunk deep inside her whiteness over and over. She was so soft and creamy around him that he felt the masculine urge to hurt her. He wanted her to get as involved and turned on as he was. He felt her to be too cool, and objective about the whole thing.
He thrust his hands under her chest and located her nipples. Her breasts swelled slightly and were full. Her nipples were red. He grasped and he covered them easily with his large palms. Then he zeroed in on the protruding points of pleasure and grabbed each roughly between his fingers. He began to direct her by her breasts, as he clung tightly to the central pimple of each.
He tweaked each of them and wrung them as he swayed her body back onto his dick. Now she was moaning as well.
He rested his head on her back as he sunk it into her hard and fast. She spread her knees wide apart so that she could take it in to the hilt. He throbbed and slipped inside her and she clung to him desperately with all her muscular strength. She kept him inside her for longer periods of time, feeling it wriggle desperately to get free.
Then she would let it go suddenly, and he would rear back only to thrust once again, letting the long hard knife cut into her wound.
The telephone began to ring. Its incessant clamor made him stop for a moment, but the urge inside him was too much, and too close to fulfillment to stop now. He clung to her all the more desperately, trying to drown the noise out of his consciousness. Then he began to thrust inside her to the rhythm of the rings, incorporating its urgency with his own.
Susie was bucking underneath him frantically. She didn't want him to leave her now. She held onto his dick with all the strength of her loins and moved her smooth ass inside the cove of his thighs sensuously. She felt the tips of her nipples burning between his fingers.
Her little clitty was a lick of flame between her lips where his balls kept banging against it, her pussy a bed of fire that had to be put out by his long, hard hose.
He rammed into her with great whapping blows and she felt her muscles tense with their last bit of energy. Then the spasmodic outlet of her emotions took over and she was creaming deliriously, her body weightless with release.
He felt her go soft and mushy around him. There was no longer anything to keep him from his pleasure. The phone had stopped ringing. She collapsed on the couch in front of him and he slipped his hands under her crotch, poking the fingers inside the labia and attaching himself to her clitty. He relaxed on top of her cushiony ass and poked her pubis up with his hand so it stuck out behind her and he could begin to work on her again.
He swam over her body with forceful strokes. Her cunt was nice and tight in this position, and he could feel the slimy walls agitating the sides of his member. She sucked him inside deliciously, and he would pull out again with a long stroke only to plunge back into the depths of her hot, steamy ocean again.
He rubbed her clitty erotically, and she suddenly came to life again. She writhed and wriggled underneath him, spurring his passion like a goad.
"Oh, fuck me. I'm so hot for you. Put out the fire. Do it. I want more cock inside me, hot and wet and dripping. Fuck me!" she screamed with abandon.
He jumped up and down on her now, and she panted heavily as the weight of him came on top and inside her. He heaved and struggled and she could feel his hand pressuring her tense little tidbit, and his knees digging into her thighs.
She was moaning and creaming again before she knew what had happened and then she felt him flood her burning hole with his sweet, sluicing fluids and they coiled their bodies together in a limp, wet heap of sensuality.
CHAPTER NINE
When Brent came home that evening, he found that all the lights in the apartment had been turned out. It was dark and quiet and he wondered if Susie were at home as she should be.
His hand went up to the light switch, and then something told him that he shouldn't bother with the lights, but accustom his eyes to the darkness. The mood in the apartment was so peaceful that he didn't want to disturb it.
He found his way to Susie's bedroom. Something in the air told him that she was at home. He found her standing by the window in her nightgown, looking out over the city. Her form seemed to glisten with a holy light as the thin material reflected the gleam from other windows. She didn't seem to notice him. Her eyes were fixed on the outside as if there were something in the distance that warranted her unwavering attention.
Susie wasn't really looking at anything. She had worked herself into a state of oblivion that was so total she hadn't even heard the door when her father entered. Her thoughts were far away, swelling on a thin point of guilt imbedded in her brain. She had spoiled a good thing with Mr. Wiggler. She had altered their felicitous relationship so that he could never again be her friend.
He had kept her at his apartment late, fucking and sucking. He had wanted her to make up to him for missing his important telephone call. He had taken complete and utter advantage of the situation. He had used her for his pleasure without a thought to the future. Then he had threatened her physically with violence and getting kicked out of school if she ever told anyone about their little tryst.
Lust had changed his personality completely until she could hardly distinguish the familiar features that had always reflected kindness. Their lovemaking had put him up tight rather than relaxing him. She supposed that that was natural to some people.
He said that this was the first time in his life that anything so tawdry had overtaken him. She left him little choice but to abuse her. She was a slut and didn't deserve the consideration that he had formerly shown her.
She wondered in her child's brain if what he said was true. She didn't understand the rhyme of reason of her passions very well. But somehow, they always seemed to lead her into painful situations. She wondered if she would ever find a satisfactory relationship in which she wouldn't be taken advantage of so rudely. She would be fifteen years old at the end of the month, yet the problems of womanhood wrinkled her brow.
Her father laid his hand lightly on her shoulder. She turned around slowly, and smiled at him as if from a great distance. He tousled her hair playfully, and looked away, out the window, once again. He smelled the sweet perfume of her hair and body pervading the room.
"Is something wrong, honey? You look very pale as far as I can tell by the light of the moon. Why are you standing here in the dark?"
"Oh, I was just thinking," she replied dreamily.
"And what were you thinking about so deeply?"
"Oh, nothing," she answered evasively.
He went over to the wall and turned on the overhead light. He noticed her clothes in a rumpled heap on a chair.
He went over to them and lifted them instinctively. Her soiled panties came to his attention and he picked them up and sniffed at them. He could see the crotch wet and slimy and he thought that he knew what was bothering her.
"Who were you with this afternoon? I'm going to give you the chance to tell me the truth. If you give it to me straight I promise not to be angry."
"I wasn't with anyone. Who should I be with? There aren't any boys at school and I'd be afraid to go off with some guy on the street," she lied.
Susie was feeling rather self-destructive. She wanted him to be angry with her. She wanted to be punished for her indiscretion.
"Susie, the evidence is in your panties. You didn't try to hide it very well. Everything about you tells a tale. Who were you with?" He took her by the shoulders and shook her.
Her hair moved around her face loosely and her frightened eyes looked up at him imploringly.
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Oh, but you will. Who was it?" He shook her again more violently. His jealousy was aroused by the specter of an unknown lover. The longer she kept her secret, the more it annoyed him.
"It was a teacher. I don't want to tell you his name because he'll lose his job."
"He deserves to. It's not part of his job to seduce his students. Where did it happen?"
"In his apartment."
"You went to his apartment! You little whore! You wanted it, didn't you?" He slapped her across the face and the tears welled up pitifully in her eyes.
"It was my fault. I admit it. I'm guilty."
"What am I going to do with you?" Brent said, putting his hands to his head and ran his fingers through his hair in anguish.
His frustration was building. It would have to find an outlet soon, or he felt that he would burst a blood vessel. He dragged her after him onto the bed. He sat down heavily and pulled her over his knee.
"I'm going to punish you. Maybe I can beat the perversity out of your ass!"
He lifted the thin material that trailed down to her ankles, over her waist. He laid his palm across it and felt the cool skin laying like a soft snow drift before him. He whisked his hand over it gently, feeling his lust and anger gather inside him. Then he raised his hand and let it fall heavily across the lovely cheeks.
After the first slap broke the silence, he found it easy to rain his blows down one after the other. She kicked her feet and cried out painfully for him to stop. But he was carried away by the feel of her soft flesh under his hard hand.
Her cheeks grew pink and vibrated erotically on top of his legs. She was writhing and moaning passionately over his knee.
His hand began to sting and he threw her violently across the bed. She lay there breathing heavily. Her small breasts heaved up and down, and he could see the deep color of the nipples peering through the transparent material of her nightgown.
Her hand shielded her face as if she expected more blows to fall. She looked completely helpless and pathetic. And he felt a new emotion seize hold of him.
"What is it about you that drives men wild? You cause nothing but trouble. How can a body so small and immature call up such passion from men's souls. I feel like a father from some tale of the middle ages. What can I do with you to keep you from your downfall? Shall I send you away to a convent where you'd be out of the hands of men? You'd probably seduce the first priest who crossed your path!"
"I don't know what to do with me. I want to do. I don't fit. Do you think I'm happy? I hate everybody and everything."
He suddenly felt remorse for his actions. He had acted hastily and out of jealousy. He hadn't really been considering her plight at all.
Now it dawned upon him that it wasn't her fault at all. She was only a weak vessel, as they say, having little control over how she was filled. Her desire to have men was purely instinctive. Her early awakening was at least partly his own fault.
He began to stroke her tender body with his hand. She felt the softness of his touch and it made her body shiver and tingle after it had become used to the previous minutes of pain.
She peeped through her hands and saw the look of tender concern on his face. He looked handsome and fatherly. His hair was distinctly gray at the sideburns and temples and there were telling wrinkles around his soft eyes.
"Brent, don't you love me anymore?" she said in a low agonizing voice that was almost a wail.
He bent over her face on the bed, and began kissing her cheeks tenderly. They were flushed and hot under his lips. The agitation in her eyes wrung his heart.
"Of course I love you. You're my one and only girl. No matter what you do, you'll always be mine."
"Oh, Brent," She lifted her arms around his neck and drew him close to her, feeling his warmth and humanity flow into her body. She kissed him fervidly on the lips feeling him sink down onto her heavily.
He abandoned himself in her arms. He pressed his lips against hers with more than fatherly love. He closed his eyes and let his tongue wander inside her mouth. She grasped it with her own in a deep French kiss. Her mouth opened wetly and he plunged his tongue inside her with feeling.
He opened his eyes and saw her blue ones swimming before him. All her fear and concern seemed to have been absorbed in a new and softer light. Her beauty made his body ache and he knew that he must share her guilt in order to dispel his anger. He arose with dignity and began to undress.
Methodically he took his clothes off and laid them neatly on a chair. Then he lay down naked beside her and let her explore his manly body. She lay her head on the curling brown and gray hair of his chest and listened to his heartbeat strongly within.
He lifted his hand to her head and patted her soft hair. Then he began to push her down. Her smooth lips slipped over his body, trailing down the hairs and making them bristle sensitively.
She buried her lips in his crotch, at the root of his sex and pulled at them amorously, watching his penis bob up and down excitedly before her eyes.
He gave her head a final shove and she reached out with her soft little hand and grasped his limber member. She clutched it tightly and popped the smooth head all into her mouth with her ear still resting on his crotch. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the task.
Susie felt his body moving under her rhythmically as she massaged the skin up and down over his rod and pushed more of it into her mouth. She raised her head over it and let her lips sink down on top of it feeling it leap inside her and hit the back of her throat.
He pressed his hands on top of her head to help her maintain the right rhythm as she sucked him off.
His passion flowered inside him. Her lips were hot and wet and soothing around him. He felt all his strength gathering in his dick as she stretched it out and licked it inside her mouth.
His legs became rigid with passion, as he lifted himself into her again and again. She never let go, no matter how hard he rammed it into her. The depth of her mouth seemed intimate. She caressed and lapped him like a warm sea.
She felt his dick probing inside her mouth. It jumped around fiercely until she could no longer keep hold of it with her tongue. She began to gasp erotically as he rammed it against the back of her throat. It shot down the narrow opening and she choked on it luxuriously.
He felt the spasms of her throat sending sensual vibrations through his stout staff. Her throat closed around the sensitive tip, sucking it down deeper and deeper. He thrust it again and again, listening to her gasp and splutter around it with delight. Then he shot his load into her and felt the hot blast ooze back around the head of his dick and then slide down her throat. He held her on top of him forcefully, until she had drained every drop. Then he let her up slowly still coughing.
She looked at him meaningfully, as if to say, "I want more."
He smiled back at her and drew her up into his arms by the hair. She crawled back over his chest and nestled in his arms as affectionately as she had ever done.
He reached his hand down to the skirt of her nightie and drew it up over her head. She raised herself to let him pull it off. He discarded it on the floor and looked down over her charming body with delight.
"I have a confession to make. You know how long I've wanted to take you. I've held myself back all this time because I thought that it would hurt you. But now I know otherwise. It's obvious that you need a man to love you, and I will deprive you no longer." He stroked her head gently and she kissed him on the neck.
He let his hand wander over her body freely, for the first time. He fondled her budding breasts affectionately, admiring how much they had grown over the past few months.
She no longer looked like such a child, and it made him sad to see that she was growing so fast. He was glad that he had seized the opportunity to have her while she was still so young and unformed. The baby softness of her young flesh drove him wild. The downy hairs on her pubis made his hand ache, it was so delicate under his large palm.
He massaged the swollen lips with his fingers, nuzzling them aside until he slipped into the honey-besmirched crack.
He diddled his finger inside her sensitively, feeling her rub against his body with delight. She was purring deep in her throat like a kitten. He felt her little clit tingling at his touch. She spread her legs wide open with desire, and lifted her ass so that he could reach deep inside her if he pleased.
He raised himself from under her, and settled his body on top of her little form. She sunk into the mattress as he lay down upon her, spreading his legs around her head and lifting himself on his knees when he had found the right position.
He grabbed her ass in both hands. She could feel his nails imbedded in the tender crack between her cheeks. He picked her up to his mouth and began to eat voraciously. He dipped his tongue between her pink labia and sucked on each lip in turn. Then he grasped her tidbit of clit between his lips and sucked it deep into his mouth, letting his tongue ream it around inside.
He closed his teeth around it passionately, and she began bouncing up and down wildly as he clung. The exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain sang through her body like a high-pitched note wrung from a violin.
Susie became aware of his dick and balls hanging six inches over her head. She reached up to them and plucked them down like fruit. She lowered one ball into her mouth at a time. Her tongue licked the hairs and then she closed her mouth around it passionately, and sucked on it like it was candy. She unloosed it only to capture its partner and treat it in like manner.
She yanked and sucked on his dick. He could feel her hand squeezing and then loosening in agitation. It began to grow longer and longer until it dangled between her eyes. She pounced on it suddenly, and pushed it into her mouth. She pulled and sucked on it hard. He turned thick and hard. He could hear her moaning voice surrounding it as she blew him.
He lapped her up and down, eating her like a piece of juicy watermelon. She held herself up on her feet now, and pushed her pussy into him. She could feel his bristly cheeks irritating her cunt delightfully. She was on fire again and dying for him to come inside her.
"Oh, Brent," she moaned, "I'm ready for you. Do it to me now. Oh, please. Put your hard cock up my pussy."
Her tone was childish in his ears but not her words. The coarseness made a strange combination which excited him. She was a passionate child and he was ready to be her sugar daddy.
He turned around on top of her. He held himself over her on all fours, his long, hard member sticking up between his legs. He bent over her breasts for one last taste.
She writhed under him with impatience. He sucked up her nipple between his lips. He seemed to smile as he held it and lolled his tongue over the surface. His eyes looked straight up at her, and seemed to burn right through her head. They seemed to say, first I'll light your fire hotter than ever before, and then maybe I'll put it out.
He bit her tender nipples cruelly. He bit into them with his teeth, and watched them pucker and distort under his mistreatment. He picked her breasts up by one of the tender rosettes and pulled it up, stretching it until the veins showed with purple passion under the white skin. He finally stood up over her on his haunches and admired her gleaming white flesh. Her hair like yellow flames whipped around her head and her pussy pulsed beneath his heavy cock.
He poked one hand underneath her and picked her pussy up to his own level. He inserted the point of his prick with the other hand and watched her grimace as she felt it part the swollen lips. He wiggled it around the entrance to feel the hot cream adhering to the head so that it would slide all the way in with ease. He pushed himself into her slowly, and she moaned agonizingly, opening her thighs as wide as she could and waiting for him to come completely inside before she began to move.
Finally, she felt him throbbing deep inside and could see his dark pubic hairs mounting her own crest. She rolled her thighs around in his hands and felt his length and thickness inside her. He seemed to fill every inch of her interior with his hot, vibrant cock. She wriggled around on it, feeling it poke into and tickle her sensitive canal.
He let her ride on top of him. He liked the way she moved. She was hot and creamy around him and he would let her exhaust herself before he began to really move it around. She bounced her ass in the palm of his hands, and he held her higher and higher, feeling as strong as Atlas. He watched the lips open and close around him, and the juices dripping out around the root of his thick, hard shaft.
Finally, she was opening and closing her knees spasmodically and he felt the pressure of her tight cunt around him. She came copiously and her body relaxed. Her smile was dazzling and her eyes brilliant. He lowered her onto the bed and began his own motions.
He lay down on top of her and poked one of her nipples into his mouth. He raised his ass up in the air and began to thrust his big dick up her creamy cunt powerfully. He rammed and reamed with his balls slapping rhythmically against her ass. She felt the thickness of it expanding more and more with each thrust.
Susie had never been so full before, or at least it didn't stick in her memory. He was big and hard inside her and that was all that seemed to matter. She supposed that each time it felt even better than the time before merely because it was happening now.
In any case, her body began to reawaken to a revitalized need, and her sexual energies soared inside her until she was bucking furiously beneath him once again.
She held herself tightly around him as he tried to pull out. Then when just the tip remained corked in the entrance she opened herself up completely and let him whoosh back inside like a jet plane. No matter how large she made herself, he still stretched her out. His cock would drive up against the walls of her chasm like a caged beast.
Finally he began socking it to her faster than before. She could see the muscles bulging in his arms, as he pushed himself on and off her. She lifted herself to him and held her body opened as he came crashing inside her. He released his hot flood into her loins and it tingled inside her delightfully. She felt herself following him to the brink of fulfillment and held onto his slowly withering dick with all her might. She bucked and pranced around him until she forced herself over the edge. Her gates of passion opened and her fluids escaped to mix with his. She was completely soaked inside. He pulled out and the emissions dripped from her loins like relieving tears.
She nuzzled under his arm once again, and fell asleep quickly after her exhausting day. Brent was left to his own thoughts. He covered her with a blanket and went into the living room for a drink.
So, it's come to this after all, he thought, lighting a cigarette. He took a long sip of his scotch and soda and tried to relax. He was very tired, but sleep was far from his mind. Perhaps it will do her good, he continued to himself. Maybe I can keep her content for awhile and out of trouble. Poor little thing has been through a lot, it's no wonder her mind is confused.
He inhaled deeply on his cigarette and let the smoke swirl up around his head. It rose like a genie, in a puff, and he settled his head back against the cushion of the couch, closing his eyes. He thought about her voluptuous body and how much pleasure he would be able to find in it.