Big political boss Bull Hardin looked at Lisa with lust in his eyes. He reached over his desk and put his lips on hers ... his hand stroking her full tits ... her nipples hardening with each caress.
Lisa knew that to get anywhere in politics she needed Bull on her side-and she was going to make sure he'd remember her. She went behind the desk and released his huge, hard cock ... bent down and wet its entire length with her hot, moist tongue ... massaged his balls ... sucked up and down ... harder and harder ... faster and faster ... watching the biggest figure in Washington melt under her touch.
Lisa knew from the look of ecstasy in Bull's eyes that she was going to be a success in her new town.
CHAPTER ONE
Lisa was one of those sweet young things whose lives seem dedicated to sex. Her career actually started in a small town in Alabama, but the simple process of following the pulsations of her pussy brought her to Washington, where she rubbed elbows-and more delectable portions of her superb body-with politicians, which brought her close to the highest seats of power.
This was no commonplace thing, for in a way of speaking, Lisa, without trying, came close to influencing the decisions of great men, who could, in turn, touch the lives of millions.
There came a time when Lisa, in a jealous fit, spilled the beans about her affair with a top political figure, and the media grabbed it up as the hottest scandal in the country. People read the news in a sweat of excitement and malicious pleasure, living the sex vicariously.
The nation, a cynic might say, got off on the hot stuff that hit the headlines. The President made a speech about morality; columnists wrote that bawdy politicians were going to the fleshpots on the taxpayers' bucks; churchmen told congregations that Lisa and her political paramour were a symptom of moral decay in America.
Lisa became an overnight celebrity, feared by politicos; publishers wanted her life story, and Hollywood wanted her for a film. The FBI got into the act and political heads began to roll.
The curious part of all this is that Lisa, the girl who started this hurricane of scandal, started from a quiet little town in Alabama, totally innocent, quaintly enjoying the pleasure of being a beautiful golden-haired kid in a small town-but a town in which a stud might conspire against its dullness by inventing charmingly depraved games!
Lisa lived with her grandmother, having lost her parents in a typhoon that had flattened her home while she and her brother, little General Lee, were in the back yard.
They went to live with Granny, and with Granny's younger brother, the distinguished Mike Berry, aged forty-nine, who'd just lost his wife and had come to take it easy with his older sister.
There was little to warn the luscious Lisa of the danger of strange men.
So, at the tender age of fourteen, Lisa stumbled into the game of sex when Big Tom, an eighteen-year-old town stud, happened to pass by when she was peeing near a pecan orchard on a quiet road in East Bedelia.
Big Tom might just have kept on going, except for the fact that in her innocence Lisa continued to pee, though he was in plain sight.
This was a town where the natural life was widely lived; still, the sight of a golden blonde of fourteen, straddled to pee, without getting all choked-up, appealed to the instincts-all depraved-of Big Tom. He was called Big Tom, incidentally, because of the size of his tool-a massive hunk of meat to defy description. He was always in a hot stew thinking of ways to gratify the greed of his red one-eyed monster; and to Big Tom's bright, bawdy mind this looked like a suitable moment of pleasure.
He strolled lazily over to the charming, green-eyed blonde Md. "You just reminded me that I need to pee, too." And he whipped out his horse-cock, a thing of size and splendor, partly inflamed by the presence of the girl, and spurted a golden stream, trying for the high arc, aware that it would arouse female envy. The lecherous rascal well knew that girls peed straight down.
Lisa, in astonishment, stared at his impressive organ, which, even half-limp, put her in mind of a stallion's cock.
It's quite a prize thing, she thought, miffed because even from the beginning she had suffered from penis envy.
Her little brother, General Lee, had a tiny pecker, scarcely noticeable; but someday, she imagined, it might grow to this colossal size, a horn of great power.
Her innocent eyes, green as a cat's, clearly showed that she was impressed.
"That felt good, honey," he said.
She said nothing, quite hypnotized by his mammoth meat, which he continued to handle, stroking it with pleasure.
"What are you staring at, kid?"
She just squirmed.
"Big Tom's cock?" He grinned, for he knew it was spectacular. "Would you like to touch Big Tom?"
She nodded, still tongue-tied.
Big Tom was astonished, not able to believe any kid could be this innocent. He suspected for a moment that she was play-acting, but in truth she was not. Her contact with males had been limited to her little brother and Granny's younger brother Mike, who had just came down from Washington. Though Mike had watched the kid grow into a sex darling, he did not dare touch her, mostly because of his wife, now deceased.
But Mike was, to be honest, a horny devil who licked his lips lecherously over this sexy little doll, and toyed with the fantasy of one day teaching her the delicious facts of life.
Aside from Mike, there had been no males for Lisa to learn from other than General Lee, her peewee brother, age twelve, and of no consequence.
So she faced Big Tom's big cock with pure innocent curiosity; it was a physical phenomenon like no other in her experience. When he asked if she wanted to touch it, she nodded, absolutely mute, but tremendously curious. It was such a monster of meat, and it looked irresistible. She had to know what it would feel like, even what it smelled like. Her curiosity rose perhaps from some deep primitive source, an instinct between female and male that existed in all species.
So when Big Tom brought his throbbing tool close to her, she reached out delicately to touch it. Then to hold it. Then to press it firmly, her curiosity insatiable.
Then, to her amazement, this large, limp hunk of meat began to harden and grow in size, getting bigger and bigger. Veins appeared on the long shaft, and the helmet head thrust out rambunctiously and became fiercely red.
She found herself staring at a fiery slab of meat, amazingly hard and long, its monstrous head staring at her with its one eye.
"It's a honey, isn't it?" said Big Tom, for he was proud of his cock, the wonder of three counties. He stared at the golden-haired kid, at the dazed look in her green eyes. She seemed freaked out by his cock, like she had never seen such a fabulous trick in her life. He could tell that she thought of its erecting as one of the seven wonders of the world.
Big Tom figured then he had found a kid who had never seen a big hard cock and would therefore have no idea of sin about it. She would be, in that case, open to any suggestion. Girls like her were rare as hen's teeth, but in the backwoods of Alabama anything was possible.
"If you pay me a nickel," he said craftily, "I'll let you kiss it."
"But I don't have a nickel," Lisa said anxiously. That it cost money to kiss it made it seem more desirable. If she had money, she could have the priceless experience of kissing this pulsing, precious bit of flesh that somehow did crazy things to her.
"I don't have a nickel," she repeated.
Big Tom stared thoughtfully at her. "Well, you look like a nice kid. I may charge you three cents. But that's my rock-bottom price."
Lisa felt a stab of despair. She didn't have a j thin copper, and she felt that she was about to be deprived of the most marvelous experience of her life. Maybe even better than eating tutti-frutti ice cream.
"Please, mister, I'm broke. Can I owe you?" Her hand gripped his cock so hard that it almost hurt. She apparently was scared blue that he might take it away. She was one cream-puff, he thought, a real honeypie, and there was but one thing to do. He looked at her delicious young mouth, with its full lips, a real sweet honey-mouth, and his cock went even harder in juicy anticipation of joy to come.
"Kid, I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "I don't do a credit business."
She groaned a little and gripped his cock harder.
He pretended to do some deep thinking. "Well, seeing like it's your first time, I'll make an exception in your case. I can get two dollars from girls who want not only to kiss it, but to take it in their mouths."
He smiled generously. "Okay, kid. You can kiss it. But only ten times. After that, I'll think about what to do."
Now that he had given her permission to kiss his big fierce-looking cock, she almost froze. A hot surge of excitement flooded her at the idea of making contact with that hot meat. Her breath was short, her eyes opened wide as she brought the big pulsating cock close to her lips. She thought she would faint from the excitement. Her lips touched the hot flesh, and instantly her pussy vibrated like a plucked string.
She trembled, she quivered, she shook with excitement. She held the cock in almost a death grip, for she figured that she was getting this for nothing, and that Big Tom might suddenly change his mind and rip it all away.
So she kissed the head several times, then the shaft, then back to the head again, over and over, her eyes blazing with desire that she couldn't quite understand. There was a great gust of sensations which seemed concentrated in her pussy. She could feel that his spectacular thing was hooked in some strange way to the fluttering of the nerves in her cunt.
"What is this called?" she demanded.
"It's the cock."
"But why does it swell like this?"
"It likes you, kid, that's why."
"I like it, too," she muttered.
And then, noticing that he was being nice to her, she wondered if she could get the two-dollar thing free.
But she had to act crafty, act like it was already arranged.
"I guess I'll take it in my mouth now," she said.
Big Tom frowned at her and scratched his head. Actually, his cock was killing him with lust. He wanted to grab her and stuff his cock into her throat, into her pussy, anywhere, to release the tremendous pressure. He wanted to spout his juice all over her face, but he knew it would be fatal if any hint of his violent lust should appear.
The whole trick was to give her the feeling that she was getting a great buy for nothing, and to hang on fiercely to this idea.
"Well, you know it's a ten-dollar thing. What if you tell the other kids that I let you have it free? It will ruin my business."
Her face went crimson with craving. There could be a chance for her, maybe!
Swiftly she reassured him. "Look, Big Tom, I swear to you, I won't ever tell any kid. Never. Okay?"
He looked at her doubtfully. "Well, you swear that now, but when the chips are down, and the girls start talking, you'll blabber how you got to suck Big Tom's cock-free! Not costing you one thin dime."
"No, Big Tom. I swear no word will ever get by my lips. Please. Please."
He looked at her, drooling to get his cock in her mouth, and almost burst out laughing. It was a comedy, because she was such a spectacular piece of pastry herself.
"Oh, all right. But only if you do a good job. Because once you start to suck, you can't stop until the juice pops out."
"What juice?"
"The good thick cream, the delicious juice of love. It pops out. That's your big thrill. When it pops, you will pop, too."
Lisa's eyes went big with excitement. She could scarcely wait to get that thrilling hunk of meat into her mouth. She practically drooled at the sight of that delicious thick cock. Her lips opened and she took it into her mouth.
The heat and hardness of the cock, its flavor, made her terrifically excited and she held it firmly in her mouth, frightened to death that he might think of the money and pull it away.
She hurriedly began to suck, to get what she could at least, just in ease he did that awful thing. And the more she sucked the more it excited her. It was easily the most freaky experience of her young life. And when Big Tom lowered his pants, so that she could see his halls too, her eyes widened, and she almost stopped sucking, because they looked so fascinating.
"I suppose I'll have to throw my balls in, free. You can lick them now and then," he said.
Swiftly Lisa bent over to lick the round balls with their crinkly skin. They were different, but she licked them vigorously. But then she hurried back to the big fat hot cock, sucking on it hard, to make it pop. She wanted to pop the love cream and taste it, and to check out what it meant for her to pop off.
She held the balls in one hand, and his cock in the other.
"Suck it hard, like a lollypop, to get the cream," he casually suggested.
And she sucked and sucked and sucked, and all the time she felt close to Paradise. She'd never had such fabulous feelings before. She could scarcely stand the suspense.
"When the cream pops, you are allowed to swallow it all. It's full of vitamins, so you ought not let a drop get away," Big Tom advised her.
His voice, studiously cool, never even hinted at his own horrendous excitement. To look down and see this young, fourteen-year-old golden-haired girl with her firm young mouth pulling on his cock, licking at his balls, her green eyes glittering with excitement as she waited for his come! It had to be the biggest turn-on that Big Tom could think of.
He felt the intense suction of her mouth, and felt his cock enlarge mightily, as for one super moment he hung up there, on honey cloud-nine. Leaning forward, he hissed: "Now, it's popping-swallow it!"
With her eyes wide open, the tingles crawling up and down her cunt nerves, she felt the fat head shoot its thick, creamy love juice into her throat.
It was lucky that Big Tom had warned her; otherwise she could easily have strangled on the enormous quantity of spunk that leaped from his squirting cock.
As it was, she managed to get down only part of the cream, while some of it crept over her chin and lips.
"Lick it clean, honey," he advised her.
And she did that, her pink tongue scooping up the cream, bringing it to her throat for swallowing. Meanwhile, she felt funny twinges between her thighs, from where she peed. It puzzled her, and she wondered if the strange pressure in her cunt meant that she had to pee again.
"I haven't popped yet." She was staring at him, disappointed.
Big Tom felt ferociously content. His huge cock had shot its come into the kid's mouth, and it hadn't cost him a nickel. And the kid was a delicious-looking little cunt.
He glanced about. The woods were quiet, and there was a thick scent of honeysuckle. He looked at her firm brown arms and legs, well-shaped and brown as a berry.
"Well, if you didn't pop, then that forces me to lick you until you do," he said solemnly, as if that was the pact.
"You better do that," she said in a tone of complaint.
Then she thought a bit. "Lick what?" she said.
"Why, your cunt," he said.
She stared, "You'll do that?"
"That's where you'll pop, kid."
"You mean, all that love juice?"
"Different. It's a girl's thing. You'll feel it when it happens."
"How will it feel?"
"Like somebody turned on all the electric juice in your cunt," he said.
And he leaned down, casually lifted her dress, and pulled down her panties to expose her young pussy. It had no fuzz, just a plump venus mound and a scarlet wet slit.
Pure cunt, Big Tom thought with fiendish pleasure. And he gently pushed her back, brought his mouth over her pussy and stuck his tongue between the slit.
Within moments, Lisa was ready to climb the walls. His hot tongue piercing her pussy did amazing things to her. She felt fierce quiver?, a craving to threw herself around, a savage desire to push his head into her cunt, to make him plunge his tongue deep into her.
She began to writhe and twist, so that Big Tom had the devil's own time trying to nail her down. He could scarcely keep his tongue in her, and he had to pin her down to get her still. He got his tongue on her clit, and it clobbered her nerves. She had never felt anything like it. She sort of went crazy; she couldn't think clearly, she couldn't act sensibly, she just turned into an exposed sex nerve. What this mysterious stranger was doing turned on all the buttons in her body, and she was going wild.
It was not Big Tom, she somehow realized, that was doing it to her, but something he knew that touched the right buttons. She did not fix on him as some big sex fiend. She figured that any guy could drop his britches and have a horsecock that would harden if she sucked it. And that any guy who put his tongue in her crack would have her climbing the walls. But nonetheless, Lisa felt a surge of gratitude to Big Tom for opening the door to all this devilish, delightful excitement.
As for Big Tom, he was in a state of fierce lust as he licked the fourteen-year-old blonde. His tongue went crazy, thrusting savagely into her young honeypot. He pushed his finger into the notch of her tail, jiggling it gently to give the kid an even greater thrill.
He was drooling with the sheer delight of tongue-fucking this little doll, when suddenly her legs stiffened, and a couple of deep-throated groans came out of her mouth.
He could feel her pussy nerves actually pulsating under his tongue, which gave him a kinky kick, so he stuck his finger deeper into her asshole.
She reached down with a convulsive movement to grab his head and hold it fiercely.
"I popped," she said. "I really popped." And she stared at him as though he was a spaceman from another planet. As if he had descended from Planet X, with a miracle talent to turn on all her electric buttons. She suddenly forgot everything she had been thinking before, how any guy with a horsecock could do these thrilling things. She believed it could only be Big Tom.
"I'm glad that I passed here today; I did a good deed," Big Tom said, all silky and crafty. He hated, of course, to give up a doll like her, and figured, if he played the cards right, he might get a few more blow jobs from her. "I let you eat my banana, and I taught you how to enjoy your pussy. It sure makes me feel good to do nice things for others. I know you appreciated it."
Her head went up and down quickly. "Oh yes, I appreciate it, sir. A terrible, terrible lot. I just hope I can have some money for you next time."
"Well," he said generously, stashing his salami away in his pants, "money isn't everything. If you do a good thing, you feel good. As they say, virtue is its own reward." He stared thoughtfully at a distant tree, as if he were thinking hard. As if he wanted to go on doing good things for his fellow man in the big cruel world. "I'll tell you what. I will be passing by here about this time on Thursday. If you expect to be in the neighborhood, then we might do a few more things, extras. Since we have a friendly no-cash thing going between us, we can just continue it." He glanced at the luscious little golden blonde, and licked his lips.
"Okay," he went on. "I'll be here Thursday, passing through, and if you don't have any money, don't worry about it. I know some rich kids. I'll charge them double. They'll pay for you. In that way, nobody gets cheated. And you get a good time."
He stood up, friendly and smiling. "But I must warn you not to breathe a word about this to anybody. If you do, you'll surely never see me again. And that's a fact."
"I won't tell anyone," she said earnestly. "And next time you pop your juice, I'll bet I won't lose one drop. See if I do."
CHAPTER TWO
The Lisa who came back home was dramatically different from the innocent kid who had left. She had learned a few lurid things about the anatomy of the male, and she suddenly found her little brother and her uncle Mike uncommonly fascinating.
It was cock that made them special, and if she had any good sense, she thought, from now on she would treat them with special favor.
A cock is a thing of joy, she figured. She stared with new interest at General Lee, now twelve, and was quite disappointed at the tiny hunk of meat that hung between his legs. She also stole a few glances at Mike, noting with fascination that he seemed to have a lot of meat lurking there.
But he was forty-nine and she only fourteen, which made him superannuated, even though he didn't look worn-out. He looked in fact though, sinewy and rugged because of his outdoor sports. She would make a point of being nicer to him.
But right now she had other fish to fry, for it was Wednesday night, the night before Big Tom. The idea of seeing him again excited her so much that her sleep was stormy and weird. Her dream focused on his huge, joyous, throbbing club, which towered big and powerful in front of her. She was trying, in the dream, to get a firm grip on the monster, but it slithered away like a thick snake. She grabbed it with both hands to hold it still, so that she could finally get her mouth around it. Her heart pounded like a hammer as she began to suck on it, but no matter how fiercely she sucked nothing happened. She was just about to give up when finally the cock went off, pouring cream in gallons into her mouth as Big Tom kept urging her to swallow it all! She tried bravely, but it was hopeless, for the stuff thickened like vanilla frosted ice cream. She thought it would choke her until Big Tom, out of pity, finally pulled his cock out and patted her head.
"You tried, kid, but I'm too much for you. I'll have to get me a grown-up girl. Your mouth is too little."
Poor Lisa was horrified at the thought, and implored him, but he just smiled and went off down the road. She woke in a cold sweat because he had drifted off without licking her pussy. She felt he had done her a deadly wrong. She hated him!
The dream faded out during the day, and when later, at the peach orchard, she saw him lumbering down the road, his jeans packed tight-for even at that distance she could see his heavy bunch-up-he made her throat ache with yearning.
He had said, she remembered, that they might do a few extra things. She couldn't for the life of her imagine what. Her idea of sex at this time was for the male to plunge his cock in her mouth, and stick his tongue in her pussy, wiggling them around until something popped.
To Lisa, the beautiful thing was the popping. It was then that you touched the stars. To pop off was the big-time human experience, she figured.
Until this time Lisa had never had an intense experience. Her life had been a monotonous unrolling of days, one much like the other. She played games in the yard with Little General Lee, who was mostly a pain, or by herself, having all sorts of innocent fantasies.
But she had never had any intense experiences, so her first and most earth-shaking one was what happened to her body when Big Tom unleashed his lumbering hunk of meat, for it had triggered off the most amazing feelings in her cunt.
It was impossible to dream such a thing could happen, and she felt that now, she was just on the edge of life and all its fun. You could have great fun in the world, if you just got you a male, and played with his cock. That, in short, was Lisa's philosophy of life, formed by her dramatic first experience with Big Tom.
He was now coming down the road, and the excitement inside her was so overpowering that she could hardly breathe. Her pussy was already tingling in a strange way, with the hurt of expectation. It was craving something, to be touched, to be caressed, to be licked, to be violated somehow.
Big Tom, in her eyes, was not a person, unique in any way, but a symbol of cock, the most pleasurable instrument ever invented on earth.
As for Big Tom, the sight of the golden-haired kid hanging around the side of the road, a weed stuck behind her ear, her brown shapely legs showing under her gingham dress, her young sharp tits pushing out, made his big cock sleepily come alive.
He had made up his mind to poke her in the cunt with his cock this time, come what may. He figured that the scene was too good to be true, and that shortly it would all explode somehow. They would be discovered, she might drop the wrong word, anything could happen; then the bubble would burst, and it would be over.
So this time he was keen on creasing her cunt with his cock-cherry-busting in short-because he would probably never have the chance again.
He could see from her eager face that she had kept her word and not spilled the beans yet. Well, why should she? Up to now, she had it easy. But when he busted her cherry, there could be no telling what would happen then. She might bleed up a storm, she might yell for old glory, or she might act smooth and easy, and take it great.
But he had to figure that he had a huge man-sized cock, and she was still a young cherry with a tight cunt. It would be no picnic for her, the first time. But for him, it would be a bit of Paradise, a great turn-on, a blast of fun. When you fired your cock into a hot young cherry, it was almost a once-in-a-lifetime shot. After all, how many cherries did you bust, if you thought about it?
Big Tom, who was a connoisseur of cunt, actually could count on one hand the cherries he had busted-maybe five altogether. Lisa might be number six, if he could penetrate her.
He drooled a bit at the sight of all that chastity, all that luscious innocence, that he had already taught to suck his fat cock. It amused him to recall how quickly she had cottoned to the blow job, like she was a natural. She would ultimately be a sweet sack job, he figured. She was born to the fuck and suck syndrome, enjoyed it, looked forward to it as the great joyride of life.
He realized that the kid already found sex kicky, and would be an eager kitten for any and all sex games. Today, his lesson would be how to take a cock in the cunt, after you have taken it in the mouth. He would heat her up a bit, so that she would lust for it.
Once you had their passions up, they never stopped until the big Come!
"Hiya, honey. You look great." And she did, for she had those green cat eyes, and the golden hair, and the pretty face, and all the features put together perfectly, and a full sensual mouth that Tom could now visualize around his thick cock.
She's born to suck, he grinned to himself.
"Thank you," she said, thrilled that he responded to her looks. Until now, she had never paid much attention to what she looked like, because she just didn't live in a world where it was important to look good. But she had great looks, a fact that the world would take note of later.
He led her over to the deep grass, far out of the sight of the road and of any curious passing eyes. There they flopped down, very close to each other.
Her dress came up around her thighs, but she didn't bother to cover them. She stared at his groin, where that great hunk of meat nestled. That was her pleasure, that immense cock, which she already craved to get into her mouth, so that her cunt could turn on.
"Did you talk to anyone about us, Lisa?" he asked nonchalantly, lighting up a cigarette, because he thought smoking made him look sophisticated.
"Nope, not a word to anyone." She felt a bit anxious, wondering if he had gotten to the rich kids, so that he wouldn't make an issue of money. She never got a dime for goodies in those days, and she worried that he might feel more commercial today, and backtrack on his offer of free love.
But he looked friendly and kind. He was, she thought, one really nice guy, who liked to do generous things for others. A nice guy.
"I was lucky. I ran into a couple of richies. And they didn't mind paying extra money. They like my cock."
And saying this, he brought out his big thing, still semi-relaxed and looking very much like a fat limp snake. It put her in mind of the dream, making her nervous.
She felt, in fact, conflicting feelings-a sudden urge to go toward the monster and caress him, and a fear that it would, as in her dream, pour out so much love cream that she wouldn't be able to guzzle it all down, and that Big Tom, in disappointment, would be forced to find himself a grown-up girl instead.
She stared at its bigness, at its curve, like a banana, but smooth and pink, with the dangling crinkled balls.
"It won't cost you a red-cent. Glad, kid?"
"I sure am, Big Tom," she said, grateful for his immense kindness.
"Drop your panties, so I can look at your pussy."
Lisa was enchanted, because maybe he might do the thing he did last time, lick her and give her the big blast-off. So, with a quick motion, she pulled down her panties and lifted her gingham dress, so he could see her pretty little cunt.
The sight of that luscious slit, with its pack of soft meat, the Venus mound, and soft golden fuzz just beginning to peep out, turned Tom on.
His cock lifted and started to swell, and to Lisa's amazement it got all ferocious-looking and red. That baffled her, for she thought she had to suck it for it to turn on like that. It confused her, since apparently it had happened just because she had showed off her pussy. She began to wonder if Tom got excited at the sight of her cunt as much as she got excited at sight of his cock.
That would be an interesting development.
But she wasn't sure.
"Look at your cock," she said, unaware that he knew perfectly well what was happening to his cock. The mere sight of her pussy alerted the cock, filling it with a lust to violate the cunt. That was always the desire of cock, to pierce the pussy and whip it to death. But Tom knew that she didn't know that yet, and he hated for her to find out too quickly.
"It's your mouth," he said. "My cock has been craving for you to put your mouth over him. He loves to feel the warmth of your mouth, and to be sucked. And he's already expecting it. So you might as well give him a few heavy suckings."
And he lifted his cock toward her face.
She could not have asked for anything better at this moment, for her whole craving was to get his meat in her mouth, to feel the hard-muscled flesh against her tongue and throat.
So she bent forward and put her mouth over the head of it, and an overpowering sensation of pleasure streaked through her. She instantly began to pull her mouth over the head, and work her tongue under it, and suck fiendishly hard on it, as if she had been rehearsing how to do an even better job than she had done the last time.
She just felt it so perfectly natural to have that meat in her mouth, felt as if the world had just been put in its right place. Cock is the joystick of the world, she was thinking as she sucked on it, feeling such great tingles in her cunt, over and over.
She coupled her cocksucking to the tingles in her cunt, and knew that until she did this thing, her cunt just lay there, quiet and dull. But the moment she had his huge throbbing giant monster of flesh in her mouth, the crazy things happened in her pussy.
You always gotta suck cock, she told herself, to get fun out of living. You gotta find yourself cocks everywhere you go, and lick on them; then you'll turn on. It's like electric buttons going off in your pussy, when you do that!
Big Tom just lay back against the tree and watched her work on his cock with amazement. She sucked hard on the head, then licked along the shaft, all the way to the hilt. Then she took his balls in her mouth, licking on them gently, holding them in her hands; then she went back to the bulb of his cock, and worked her mouth there with a hard sucking motion.
It was a spectacular cocksucking, Big Tom had to admit to himself, and she was born for it. But he wasn't quite ready to blast his cream into her mouth, for he had other ideas.
"Let's lick each other, honey," he said, and went down to her pussy, while she still worked on his cock.
She had no idea what he intended, and she was so involved in the violent sucking of his cock that it started her to feel his tongue in her pussy. She paused for a moment, holding his prick in her mouth.
"Keep sucking, honey," he told her, and he went back to her pussy, spreading it to get his tongue in deeper. He wanted to build a hot fire in her cunt, to get it so hot that she couldn't fight off his intent to fuck her.
He played with her clit, and could feel her stiffening as he licked at it. He pulled away, then got his finger into her cunt, and pushed to see how far he could penetrate.
He hit the hymen shortly, and realized he was really going to have a job to bust that skin and get to the juicy depths of her cunt.
The mere thought of it made his cock harden even more, and he pulled it from her greedy mouth. She fought against its being taken away, as if she had just been deprived of a delicious popsicle.
She thought for one horrible moment that now that he had gotten her into this agonized state of craving, he would ask for money! She would go into a terrible rage if he did that, she thought.
But instead, he turned her around and unzipped the back of her dress, then lifted it off her, so that she was naked now. He took off his shirt and dropped his jeans, and she could see his muscular body. She loved the hair on his chest, and his slender hips. He looked very male, and she found it fascinating. She remembered that he wanted to do something extra this time, and wondered what it would be.
"We are going to fuck now," he said.
"What's that?"
"I'm going to stick my cock in your cunt."
"What!" Her eyes opened in amazement. Was he crazy? How could he ever get that immense, great hunk of meat into her little crack of a cunt?
"Sure! That's the way people fuck. Cock into cunt. Oh, it won't be easy the first time, I promise you, but once I open you up, you'll pop off so great you'll wish it would go on forever!"
She was thrilled at his words, even though her common sense told her that he would never get that monster cock into her small slit. "Look, that thing of yours will hurt me. It could destroy me. You know that."
"No, no. The cunt was designed for the cock. It stretches so that it can take it. How else do you suppose people fuck? Everyone in the world fucks. And the girl starts out being small, until the guy opens her wide. Then when he slides his cock into her, she turns on. It's like all the electric juice in the world has suddenly turned on for her."
"You mean, it will make me pop off?"
"Oh, many times, not just once!"
Her heart leaped in excitement. Her pulse thudded. Her cunt began to moisten. "Then let's do it."
He pushed her down and got on top of her, then brought his giant cock to her slit.
"Oh, it's going to hurt, but hurt real good for you. Like a bit of heaven and hell, as they put it."
"Okay," she said, eager for the experience.
He laughed, "I'm going to put the devil into hell."
She smiled, her cunt throbbing instinctively as it waited for the thick flesh to enter.
She did feel that it was right that he would penetrate her with his cock, for weren't they designed for each other? She had a hole, and he had a pole, and they had to blend together.
Big Tom their stroked her body, put his mouth over her tit, and began to suck on it, making strange new tingles streak through her body. Meanwhile, he kept rubbing the huge end of his cock against her slit, digging it gradually deeper, until finally he stopped sucking her tit to concentrate on the thrust of his cock. He could see that he had stretched her pussy with his thick salami, but that she could absorb it. However, it was just the head that was in; most of his giant cock was still outside.
He wondered just how much of his meat he could stab her with before she let loose with how-lings of horror. He did know his cock was a mammoth slab of meat, and that her pussy was still straight and narrow, a cherry cunt, with its hymen still unbroken. His job was to jab through that without her waking up the county by yelling.
"Now look, missy pussy, I'm going to push this thing in you, and it's gonna give you a bit of hurt-not much, because a lot of it will be pleasure. But we gotta break your cherry, so you can do the real fucking, so I can bury this meat into your cunt, for the big thrill. That's what you want, isn't it-the pop-off, the big come!"
But Lisa was already in a state of petrified agony-bliss. His huge cock had already gone to places she had never dreamed of, and it was already shooting off nerves, making her want to crawl up the walls, if there had been any.
He soon hit the hymen, and it hurt her terribly, but she never breathed a word, because he had told her that she had to go through it to get to the ecstasy.
She craved his cock in her, deep as it could go. It was her instinct to absorb this magic, marvelous instrument of pleasure. She felt that nature had designed her to get it inside her, and that somehow she would do it, and she would endure whatever pain there was until it happened.
Her whole body tingled with the thrill of feeling herself fulfilled as nature intended, with his cock in her cunt. She glanced down and saw that most of that big club of meat was still sticking out of her.
He was moving part of it in and out of her, and every time it left her cunt a deep feeling of misery went through her, a craving for its return, because she just felt empty without his cock. It belonged in there, nestling inside her, in the warmth, throbbing and twisting and poking into her.
He had spread her thighs to their widest now, and put his hands behind the cheeks of her ass and he was pushing and pushing, grunting a bit with the effort, swearing a little under his breath, He was hitting the block, yet feeling it stretching more and more before his prodding.
It would happen soon, he felt, and his spirits jumped just the way his cock did as it pummeled against the block, again and again. And now he held her firmly and pulled back for one long, hard thrust-and finally felt his cock break through, felt the gush of warmth around the head!
He had crashed through!
And she grunted. A grunt of pain and pleasure, aware that the worst was over now, aware that she was now open to take as much as she could of his monster meat.
He started gently and delicately to snake through the opening, feeling the flesh separate before his thrusting, as he dug deeper and deeper into the hot wet cunt that grabbed firmly at his cock.
He looked down to see the big red thick prick almost three-quarters of the way into her sweet little cunt! How did it happen that little cunts could always somehow swallow big cocks? It was one of the cosmic puzzles of the world to Big Tom, who had seen it happen again and again. It made him despair sometimes of his male superiority. No matter what kind of a big stiff hard-on you started out with, once you sank it into the hot cunt you somehow got defeated, because afterward you brought out that proud big cock in a shriveled, squeezed-out, miserable state. And the cunt still hung in there, unchanged! It took the best you had, and turned you back all hacked-down!
But Big Tom was now riding high, for he had blasted through the kid's cherry; her cunt had opened up to take his proud cock, and was sucking at it in a way that would soon make him pour his juices out.
He would spill his cream in her, then slump down, all exhausted, and pull out his prick, dead and shriveled! So, no matter how much the guy thought he was sticking it to the girl, somehow they made you pay! They destroyed your dick. Still, the miracle of nature was such that it was just a temporary knockdown, because soon the dick resurrected again. It came up, in all its glory, to play again the comedy of destruction and death in the cunt.
Big Tom shook his head, thinking of all this, even as he kept trying to push the rest of his giant meat into the slender little cunt, amazed to see how much of it got swallowed up.
She was a slender, young girl of fourteen, but there was no doubt that her cunt could swallow his great cock!
He grunted as he pushed for the last inch, and then his cock was sunk to the hilt inside her body, tightly encircled by her hot, searing flesh.
He rested from his labors, deep inside her, sighing with the joy of achievement, feeling the bloody wet warmth around his cock. He glanced at her face, to see how she was taking it.
Her face looked as pained as if she had been nailed to the cross-but her eyes were glowing with some holy ecstasy, as if she had discovered the joys of heaven.
And in the mind of young Lisa, it was true. She had discovered the dynamite joys of the flesh, the delicious pleasure of the fuck. She had suddenly discovered that her cunt was not meant just for peeing, but for this amazing trick of gulping down the cock of the male!
That had to be the big turn-on of life. Little Lisa, up to this time, had never found any in life terribly exciting, though when she looked up at the summer sky at night, and had seen the bright planets, sometimes, sailing in deep dark space, she had wondered a bit about life and its mystery.
But this-this experience of feeling the huge cock of the male deep in the pit of her being, moving like some marvelous instrument in her pussy, awakening the sleeping nerves inside her, sending out waves of pleasure that she had never dreamed existed, feeling the tension building toward some unbearable sharp climax-that was being alive! That was fitting in with the whole scheme of nature, moving with the rhythm of the world.
Lisa had discovered sex, in short, and it was a cosmic discovery for her, not just a new experience to be taken in stride. To Lisa, the discovery of the fuck was the discovery of the universe, of the meaning of why she was born. She was born to fuck! And anything that blocked that would have to get out of the way!
She grabbed Big Tom's body and held it tightly so it would not leave her, for her instinct told her that he had to move his great thing in her until they popped, until he shot his load of cream into her pussy, until she went over the top and zonked out from the great waves of joy in her cunt!
Big Tom, although pretty sophisticated about young pussies, was stunned at the way Lisa took on. She was a pure sex animal, he thought. She loved to fuck. She had grabbed him and was moving her body with clever wisdom against his great cock, rubbing on it with the craftsmanship of an experienced hooker. She had this instant talent built into her, even though this was her first fuck! It was baffling to him that she could move like this, and if he hadn't just busted her cherry, he would have assumed her to be a tart with a world of experience in the art of fucking.
She made her cunt suck up against his cock, riding it, squeezing on it, pulling it, until before long there was no holding back; his cock swelled to monstrous size and gushed out its juices, one spurt after another pouring into her savaged cunt.
And then, to his astonishment, he heard her give out a loud screech as she went into her own orgasm, one wave after another. Her eyes went wild, staring, shocked beyond all expectation by what was happening to her body. She wanted to scream, to pound him, to twist her body like a whirling dervish as the waves of agonizing pleasure tore through her flesh. It was a jolting, jumping, joyous experience that made her fall madly in love with fucking forever!
At fourteen, Lisa had discovered what having a cunt meant. She would, from them on, conspire to get a cock into her cunt, one way or another.
It was a shortcut to Paradise for her.
As for Big Tom, he was all torn up by her behavior. Somehow he felt that she had won, and he had placed second, even though he had copped the cherry of this fourteen-year-old blonde doll!
Because though she came away from him, grateful for his cock, grateful for learning that a fuck could do such terrific tricks to her pussy, she knew instantly that it was not just Big Tom's cock, but any cock that could do it.
Cock, that was the feast for her, and she would go after it, find it and get her kicks out of life.
There was for Lisa, then, no way to live without having her cunt turned on with cock.
Though later she picked up a few refinements, when she discovered that the tongue of a woman could sometimes be a shortcut to Paradise, too.
All this, of course, lurked in her future. And she could hardly wait for it to begin!
CHAPTER THREE
When Lisa came back to Granny's house, Mike was there, in his white suit, sitting with a glass of Jack Daniels and ice in front of him.
Mike at fifty was no ordinary Alabama boy grown up. He was a very special guy, with a terrific education-he had gone to Harvard on a scholarship to study science-and a souped-up brain, which was always trying to figure out the way things worked.
He was so good at it, that the big shots up in Washington had hired him to do an analysis of the problems of the future. He had headed up a big gang of hand-picked men, and they had written an amazing report on the shape of the world in 2050. Michael had made some major predictions, some optimistic, some less so; but he had discovered enough sinister facts about the drift of the world to make him prefer, in his later years, to go back to the simple, country life in Alabama, sip Jack Daniels, and talk to the simple, country folk back home.
He had married a beautiful woman, one of Washington's beauties, and a great sex partner. Their bedtime life had been nothing short of sensational, bawdy and imaginative, because they had both been hot-blooded, and practically cannibalistic about each other's bodies.
Unfortunately, his wife had developed a heart condition, and they had come South to live the quiet life, but it was too late; one night she had come to sleep, and not awakened.
Mike had been hit hard, and he mourned her, but he was a realist, and knew that life was for the living. So he turned his attention to the life around him, and naturally, that included Lisa, his delicious little blonde niece who, unaware, had been growing into a fabulous sex treat, all shapely and lovely and pretty.
He had been watching her with very sharp interest lately, because with his wife gone he had no outlet for his powerful sex drives. He had a vigorous cock, and a violent desire to gratify it; and since he had no target for it, his mind naturally seized on the charming teen-ager as he watched her at her childish games.
He wanted to teach her games a bit more adult, and his imagination did a lot of that in his dreams, until it had gotten to the point where he had begun to fantasize, with Lisa as the focus of a lot of unusual games.
He wondered if he could hold out, and decided he should drive into Birmingham and get himself some poontang, before he lost control and started pumping his cock into his young niece.
It was just about this time that luscious Lisa, having discovered the fabulous joys of cock, came home to look at Mike with a sharp increase of interest. She actually stared at his pants, clogged with his cock, and found the sight fascinating. She hadn't quite realized that Uncle Mike could be an instrument of pleasure. But the whole picture was confusing. What had actually gone on between him and his wife? she wondered. All that time they must have been playing this game of putting cock into cunt, and therefore they had been tasting the craziest excitements.
It was very strange. She could in no way believe that Uncle Mike, in the privacy of his bedroom, had pulled out a great hunk of swollen meat and pierced the slit of Aunt June. Lisa's heart jumped a bit when she thought that Uncle Mike now had no night time companion.
Surely he would be needful of a night playmate again. Of course, she would have to approach him in the most delicate way, because he might be in mourning for Aunt June still.
And then she had to take account of the fact that he was fifty years old, although he was far from an old man, for he looked well-muscled and big, having played tennis and chopped wood, and done many things to stay healthy. Would he, at his age, be willing to play this fuck game with a girl of fourteen? She might be just a young puppy to him, and her undeveloped body might just not appeal to him.
And would he want money? That's what guys seemed to want, if she could judge by Big Tom. But Uncle Mike didn't care about money; otherwise he would have stayed up in Washington, in the big-time, where they were anxious to pay him all kinds of money.
Lisa kept thinking about Mike more and more, and her glances at him, in time, had to be noticed.
Lecherous old Mike couldn't quite figure out what was going on in the kid's head, even when he found her staring at his phallic bundle. It astonished him that she would do such staring so openly, but he put it down to her immense lack of sophistication. He understood the setting in which she had been raised, very isolated and simple. And he realized that her intake of sex information had to be nil-unless, of course, some town stud had stumbled upon her and taught her the jolting joys of poontang. His pulse jumped at the thought that such a thing might have happened, giving her a taste of the paradise that could be found in the prick versus the cunt. He sensed something different about her, some new touch of life in her flesh, the white lovely flesh of the teen-ager, glowing with the clean fire underneath. It seemed to his dirty old mind that she had grown tit-wise, for her nips were now pushing more energetically against her dress, and her hips were rounding out.
His mind pictured the scarlet slit under her panties, with the young golden fuzz that must lurk there, and his skin tingled with lust. If he could find some way of coaxing this young cunt into his bed, that would be the last word in pleasure. Mike realized that as the years had crept by, his taste in sex had gotten a bit strange, for he seemed to want a younger girl, not an older woman. In actual fact, toward the end, his relations with June had gotten a bit tepid. Their whole sex thing, once all lust, had turned into lemonade, especially when it was discovered that she couldn't take the big excitement of a great fuck anymore!
He used to spank her; she had liked that sort of game. They had done a light bondage thing, too, because she had liked to feel as if she were being forced into sex, getting raped. He had found it fun to play the game with her. It had spiced up their sex.
Then her ticker had gone bad, and from then on things had been lousy in bed. It was so sad, because they had been hot lovers, and needed lots of the old suck-fuck syndrome. June, of course, had felt terrible that life had played her this dirty trick, wiping her out of the game of love. It was her realization that the nicest thing in her life was all washed up. That had ultimately brought her to her end. There seemed little point in going on, knowing that she could never again recapture the fierce fun of happier times.
Mike had been overcome by her passing, but lie still had these monstrous hard-ons that woke him in the morning.
He had been forced, considering the situation, to beat his meat, a sad waste, but necessary. Otherwise, he might well have considered a premature onslaught on Lisa's virtue.
However, this new attitude of hers pricked his interest, for the way that she looked at him was more like a woman in heat than a teen-age innocent. Something had definitely happened to her lately, and it was all to the good, Mike felt. She had touched the world of the flesh and found it good.
He felt grateful to the unknown stranger out there, who seemed to have done a neat job, and he considered that it was time for him to investigate the state of Lisa's virtue, to dig into the sensual joys of her luscious vulva, to pierce, perhaps, the pleasures of her rosebud ass. He toyed with all these torrid fantasies as he went to bed at night, thinking that the treasures of her young flesh lay only feet away from him in another bedroom, and that all he had to do was find the psychological moment to strike.
But it was Lisa who did the striking, for she was consumed by a lust to know if her Uncle Mike could, like Big Tom, rocket her to the moon with his darling pecker.
Somehow, she felt, she had to get him out of the pecan orchard. She wanted it to happen, if it could happen, out there in the quiet and beauty of the isolated orchard, where practically nobody ever passed by, next to the huge hundred-year oak, with its gigantic trunk and spreading branches and leaves. It seemed a fine cover for the games she had in mind.
So she plotted to have her bike disabled there; then she would go back to tell him that she needed his help to fix it.
She loosened the screw on the wheel until it slipped off, and hid the screw near the oak tree.
It was around three o'clock, and the summer sun was not oppressive. Clouds were lacy in the sky, the birds chirped, and the plants sent out a heavy summer scent that made the air feel lazy and sensual.
She found Uncle Mike, as usual, sitting under the magnolia tree, sipping his favorite drink, Jack Daniels, and reading the Washington Post, to which he subscribed.
Mike had been ruminating again about the great days in Washington, when his wife June was always horny, with a fabulous appetite for feasting on his cock.
He was now in a gentle alcoholic glow, and feeling hot and sexy, thinking about how June would sometimes pretend to be a hooker, just passing by, and would casually unzip his pants, bring out his cock, and start to suck it.
That had always turned him on. It was one of his great fantasies: a beautiful girl somehow appearing, reaching down, unzipping his pants, and starting to do great things to his cock with her mouth.
He had been thinking lately of getting back to the Washington scene, now that his wife was gone. One had to keep busy. He loved the South, especially this part of it, still unspoiled by creeping industrialization; but he liked a stimulating scene, too. He needed both scenes-the active, creative life, and the more restful, contemplative one.
Greta, his former secretary in Washington, would be coming to visit him in a week, to give him a rundown on the way things were going in the capital. She was in her late twenties, and one of the hottest cunts he had ever met. Many were the times that they had used the big couch in his big office for the most deliciously depraved acts. Mike thought of Greta and of how she liked freaky sex games. She sometimes liked to put on a German helmet, and assume the role of a female Nazi who had total control of some captured male victim.
Mike thought she was really far-out; but he didn't mind her fantasy games, since she had been willing to play his games, too.
He licked his lips in anticipation of the fun ahead, when she came for a week's visit. He wondered what her impact would be on little Lisa. It might be a dangerous scene, considering the fact that Greta was a total sex animal.
It was just at this point in his thoughts that Lisa walked into his field of vision, looking like a feast, all simmering young loveliness, so flawlessly shaped, her young tits astonishingly full and pushing against her denim shirt, moving marvelously as she walked toward him. Her golden hair caught the glint of the sun and glowed almost like a halo, and her sun-tinted skin had a warm, sensuous color.
Mike felt a tingle in his cock as he watched her. He sipped more booze, keeping his eyes on her as she approached him. Her expression looked a bit strained, as if she had a lot on her mind.
"Uncle, I'm in trouble, my bike came apart. Down at the orchard. Can you give me a hand with it?"
He smiled. She always thought he could fix anything, just because he had some engineering know-how. Well, certainly it would be easy to fix a bike.
He got up and slowly walked along with her, down the road toward the orchard.
"What happened to your bike, honey?"
"The wheel came off."
He smiled. "That will be hard to fix unless we find the screw."
She stared at him. "We'll have to look for the ... screw ... then," she said softly.
The way she pronounced the word startled Mike, even though he was somewhat tight. He wondered again what the hell had been happening to his sweet young niece lately. She seemed to have made a quantum sex jump. That was the way it was with the kids of this generation; one day simple and innocent, the next day ready for the wildest games. The whole fabric of morality in the western world had been unraveling in recent years.
This was delightful, in Mike's view, since he was a guy who liked pleasure, and sex, to him, was the most intense pleasure of all.
And this tidbit walking alongside him, this teen-age sex bomb, could be the sweetest means to that pleasure, if he could nab it.
"What's happening to you these days? Now that you are having summer vacation, things must be very dull for you."
"Yes, Uncle, they are terribly dull. I haven't the vaguest idea of what to do with myself." Lisa was not going to tell him that she had a very good idea of what to do with herself: get her naked body next to his, so that she could again experience an orgasm, the most exciting thing that could happen to a girl.
She trembled even now, thinking of his male body, nude, and next to her, and of his great cock-for surely he must have a big one, at his age. Lisa imagined that the older men got, the bigger their cocks grew. Well, she "would find out.
"So life is dull in the summer months?"
"Yes. Terrible, Uncle Mike. I just don't know what to do with myself. Most of my friends are visiting their folks all up and down the state. There is really nobody to play with; except General Lee, and he's my brother, and he can be a pill"
He smiled. "You'd be surprised how much fun one can have with a brother, if you have the right mental attitude."
She scowled at that. "General Lee is too undeveloped to be a real playmate."
"Well, kids grow up, you know."
"Have I grown up, Uncle Mike?"
"It amazes me. You seem to grow every day."
"And how do I look now ?"
He glanced over at her. Like a sex bomb, he was thinking, looking at her full lips, and the almost devilish smile on them. If ever he saw a turned-on teen-ager it was her. He wondered if this might not be the perfect time for the seduction that he had thought about. It was a nice summer day, and this was one of the most isolated places he could think of, and it was Sunday, when people didn't move around too much.
"You look like some day you're going to develop into a real woman. Drive the men wild. That's how you look to me."
She grinned. "Could I drive you wild, Uncle Mike?"
"Probably."
By this time they had reached the disabled bike. A glance at it told Mike that the wheel screw had dropped off.
"It's the screw. Let's look around for it. It must be close-by."
They scoured around for a while, and then he spotted it. He attached it to the wheel as best he could with no tools.
"You'd better not ride it, but wheel it back," he suggested.
She thanked him, and then stretched, so that her tits pushed out seductively against her shirt. "Oh, it's just such a great day. Why don't we relax, over there, under the oak?"
He glanced over. It was surely one of the quietest and most hidden of spots, not noticeable from the road. Then it occurred to him that the little bitch had possibly staged a seduction scene! To happen here! The idea sent a shot of lust to his cock. He couldn't believe that his sweet young niece would pull a stunt like that.
The thought jarred him, and it excited him, and he felt that he would just have to explore it and find out.
"Okay, it's a good idea."
And they sprawled out under the big oak, with the tall grass shielding them from any viewers. He looked up and saw the light blue of the sky dotted with lacy clouds, drifting lazily in the soft west-wind.
He felt sensual and sexy, especially with several ounces of bourbon in him. She had laid next to him, putting her hands behind her head, so her tits jutted up, and the jeans she wore fitted tightly over her crotch, so tightly that he could even see the indentation of her slit.
His cock was hard as a pipe in his britches, and thrusting. Lisa, with her sex antenna tuned-up, naturally was aware of it. She felt her cunt go moist, just from looking at it, and she squirmed nervously, hoping he would do something before she was forced to.
It seemed right for the male to make the first move, even though her lust was so sharp in her that she would have grabbed his cock and stuffed it in her mouth, if she could just act naturally. But how did you act naturally if you were fourteen and your uncle was fifty, and you didn't know what was in his head?
What had to happen before he would put his hands on her? she wondered.
She felt her breath coming quicker, and her heart beating faster. Something hung in the air, like lightning about to strike.
His voice sounded strange now. "It was a lucky thing that we found the screw."
"But we haven't found it yet," she said.
He turned to her, his eyes glittering. "I think you are trying to seduce me, kid."
She grinned. "Who better than my own uncle?"
"Why, you little bitch," he said, and he put his hand on her tit, jolted by its size and firmness.
She put her hand over his, stroking it. He just held his hand there, and then the urgency came over him, because he had not had a piece of pussy in so long, he was starved for it. His hand went into her shirt, to find her naked tit; then he swiftly unbuttoned her, bringing out the beautiful breast, with its pink nipple. He stared at it for a hypnotic moment, then went down to suck on it with his mouth.
She let out a long sigh, happy that finally the thing was in motion, and knowing that ultimately his beautiful cock would come out, and that she would eat it and he would stick her with it. Her cunt trembled with lustful expectation.
As for Mike, he was overpowered by the taste and feel of her tit, its silky flesh, its tender nipple. He went quickly to the other one, pulling the shirt from her body. His hands and his mouth were all over her breasts.
Then, swiftly, he went down to her jeans, which he unzipped and pulled down, making her totally nude in moments.
He was jolted by the juicy beauty of her cunt, with its charming venus mound, gentle blonde fuzz, and scarlet-tipped opening.
Without a moment of hesitation, he went down to the delicate young cunt and kissed it, then got his tongue inside the warm velvet flesh. He titillated it, then went for the clit, and she groaned with the intolerable pleasure of it. He was delighted at her responses, aware that soon she would do anything he wanted, she was so turned- on.
He worked his tongue into her hot cunt, stabbing at the clit, and slid his finger in, too, to give her the feeling of a cock. He was astonished at her tightness, though she had obviously lost her cherry.
He jiggled her cunt with his finger while she moaned and twisted her body; then, feeling her approaching the peak, he pulled away. He didn't want her getting off quite yet; for that might slow down her passion for his prick.
Now he unzipped his pants, and brought his cock out. She went bug-eyed at sight of it, for it was a sturdy, vigorous cock, not quite as long as Big Tom's, but thick and lusty-looking.
He pushed her head toward it, and she took hold of it with her hand, adoring it for its silky hot feel and its robust hardness. Then she kissed it, rubbing her lips on the red, thrusting head; and then she opened her mouth and put it inside, letting her tongue slide gently under the head.
He lay back, poleaxed by the sensation, for he had not had cunt for so long that every feeling was tremendously magnified. He wanted to shove his cock into the depths of her mouth, but dared not, for fear of spoiling things. Yet she seemed to have a natural craft, the way she had her tongue going at it. Evidently she either had a great gift for it, or she had been well-instructed. It didn't matter; the important thing was her craftsmanship.
She took the cock out of her mouth, and licked along the length of it, down to the balls; then, to his astonishment, she licked them too, and he knew now that she'd been there before, at least once.
He stared at her young, delicious teen-age face with its pink tongue sliding along the length of his cock, and it hit him hard.
"Suck it, suck it, honey," he hissed at her.
And she grabbed it and thrust it back into her mouth, giving it the deep-throat treatment, as if trying to swallow it. Then she pulled on the shaft of it with her hand while she worked her mouth tightly around the head, balancing his balls in her other hand.
It was sheer delight to watch her use her mouth so cleverly. Now he felt that he had to jab his cock into her throat, and he took hold of her head and started to pump into her hot mouth, feeling her pull on his cock as he rammed it in.
He thrust in and out, and groaned with the bliss of it as she sucked him steadily, holding on fiercely to his cock.
Then he felt his cock stiffen, grow huge in her mouth, and fire its load. He grabbed her head, urging her to swallow it. She kept a firm grip around his cock as she caught his juices, and gulped them down.
He stared down in disbelief at the fourteen-year-old kid who seemed to have such a ferocious appetite for sex. He could tell that she was getting off on it, too, from the way her body was twisting and turning, and from the violence with which she sucked down his juices!
"Did you come?" he asked.
She nodded, her mouth still full of his prick.
He leaned back, sighed blissfully, put his hands behind his head, and felt his cock go gently soft in her mouth.
They would rest, he thought, and then he'd fuck the kid in the ass; teach her one of the neater tricks of love.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lisa was in a state of super-delight. The turn-on had hit her cunt just as his love juice hit her throat, as though there was an invisible connection.
The nerves of her pussy quivered like the strings of a harp, and an exquisite lightness pervaded her body. She felt again, as she had with Big Tom, that she had made contact with the center of the world, and with the meaning of her life.
She lay back in a dreamy state, her eyes on Uncle Mike, who had slipped into a swift forty winks.
She looked at his cock, now curled and limp almost like a withered flower. She had beaten the proud flesh into this pitiful state. She had taken this lusty hunk of meat and pounded it into submission. Oh, it would come alive again, all flaming-red and rioting, but she would tame it. That was what she was born to do, Lisa decided-to tame the torrid cock.
She smiled, thinking that the male was just a tool for the female. The female always came out best, because she left the male in that beaten and blasted state symbolized by Mike's cock.
These ideas drifted lazily through Lisa's head as she lay back and waited for Mike to come alive again. She figured that he would not be a one-shot guy, who just popped his cork and then went dead for the day. He looked too vigorous for that, though she figured that some men could be too old for a fast comeback; she should be careful about men who looked grey and decrepit.
But actually, Lisa rather liked the older male, probably because she'd lost her father so fast, and needed someone to step into his shoes, psychologically speaking. This was probably one reason why later, in Washington, she was to couple so easily with older political figures: they were father symbols; and also they reminded her, in a vague way, of Uncle Mike.
Lying there, her cunt still quivering with lust just because a male body was close-by, she waited, happy in the thought that shortly Uncle Mike would pick up where he left off.
So she watched a butterfly, all yellow and crazy, darting around without rhyme or reason, and smelled all the delicious scents of summer, until Uncle Mike opened his eyes to find that the delicious young girl was still alongside him, her perfect body quite naked in the shade of the big oak.
He glanced at her cunt, still moist from love's nectar, and his cock started to pump up slowly.
He put his hands behind his head and said, "Lisa, what are you planning to do with your life?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought about it, Uncle Mike."
"Well, honey, you're too good to waste in this small town. After you get out of school, I'll give you an introduction to some of the big wheels that I knew in Washington. You might have a good time up there."
"I don't know. What would I do? I probably won't know too much. You know me, Uncle. I'm not much of a student. And I don't learn new things fast."
He grinned. "Well, you learn some things plenty fast, I think. We'll see how it goes. After all, you may not have to be too talented to make it in Washington, Plenty of deadbeats up there feeding at the public trough."
She laughed. "I guess Washington is no different from plenty of other towns,"
He smiled. "You have the proper cynical view of human nature, Lisa. Don't ever lose it. Unfortunately, in the big world, you'll find that people are selfish, lazy, and pleasure-loving. They'll only do something for you if they think you will do more for them. Sadly, that's the way that things work out. Don't ever forget it, either. And keep an extra eye on guys. They'll always want to ruin you. Young guys will want to rape and ravage and deflower you. Old guys will want to seduce and exploit you. That's the way the male operates in this wicked world."
Lisa listened to him with amazement. She had no idea that men were like that. Take Big Tom, for example. All that had happened between them had given her nothing but ecstasy. She had never tasted such bliss until he brought his great cock into her life.
And just now, Uncle Mike had also lifted her to heaven. Why, therefore, was he warning her about men? It made no sense. She wanted cock. Cock meant bliss to her, and if they wanted to push it in her direction, she would know exactly what to do with it. Her life, until she had met cock, had been nothing but total boredom, one boring day after another. What turned everything on for her was the male prick. Why should she listen to Uncle Mike? Oh, he had some experience, of course, but his experience was that of a male. Maybe he was jealous, and didn't want her to be looking out for other cocks. Could that be the reason for his warnings?
She would listen to her female heart, which she felt had more wisdom.
So she smiled and said, "Uncle Mike, you have been in the big world and know all about it. I guess there must be wonderful adventures out there for someone like me. I have lived a very tame life here in Bedelia, Alabama, and I'd hate to think that the rest of my life was going to be as dull."
"Oh, things won't be dull for you in Washington, I tell you that. Although it's supposed to be the center of politics, there is another level that most people don't know about. The seamy side, the sexy side." He grinned. "After all, politicians are guys, just like the rest of us. They get hard cocks, and need to find a target for them. They are human, after all. And that means they can be sexy and wicked, and fascinated by pretty young cunts." He smiled and stroked her naked flat tummy.
"In a couple of years, honey, you would drive them wild, absolutely wild! But don't rush it, honey."
Lisa thought about it She was now fourteen, sort of a new-minted cunt, with all her sex zones sensitized and starting to operate full-time. In a couple of years she'd be sixteen, and would look at least two years older with lipstick. It might be a good time to get up there and look at the wicked world. She would think about it.
"You know, Lisa, my secretary is coming down here for a visit. Greta knows Washington just as well as anyone, and will give you the inside story. You'll like ol' Greta."
But instead Lisa instantly felt jealous, for she sensed that Greta meant sex to Uncle Mike. It was the way he smiled when he mentioned her name. She wondered what sort of things had gone on between them. Some far-out things, she guessed, judging by his secret, dirty grin, for he was obviously seeing something smutty in his head.
To hell with Greta, Lisa thought, and possessively put her hand on his cock, which had stiffened with passion-probably from thinking about Greta, she thought viciously.
She squeezed his tool, which made him glance at her sharply. "What the hell! Handle that easy, kid!"
She glowered at him, and squeezed his cock again. He realized then that she was feeling jealousy about Greta. He grabbed her tit and squeezed it, pumping it until the nipple thrust out, so that he could get his mouth over it. He bit gently on it with his teeth, then sucked it.
She squeezed his cock some more, aware of the excitement of the struggle with the male body. It set off funny tingles all through her as she made contact with his flesh. He grabbed her body and squeezed her to him, but she wouldn't relinquish the cock in her hand.
Annoyed at her stubbornness, he climbed to his knees, forcing her to release him, then crouched over her and shoved his cock at her mouth.
"Now give it a couple of licks, or I'll whack your ass, you saucy little bitch!"
"No," she said, absolutely delighted by the idea of combat with him, wondering what would happen if she resisted him. "No. And what are you going to do about it?"
He grabbed her luscious young body and turned it over, so that her plump ass faced him, white, young and marvelously shaped. He brought his hand back and slapped it.
"Ouch!" she cried in astonishment.
Mike was delighted at the sensation, and whacked her ass again-several times, in fact; and each slap made his cock jump a bit, for he gloried in the impact of his hand on her plump ass, and the feeling of her cunt grinding against his thick, thoroughly aroused cock as he held her across his lap.
It was great, slapping a sweet young ass like hers.
"Oh, you're a louse, a real louse," she wailed at him, and her nails bit into the flesh of his calf.
"That's it," he said. "Now I'm going to fuck you in the ass for that!"
And he slid her onto her stomach, got behind her, spread the cheeks of her ass, and pointed his cock at her rosebud hole.
She was totally astonished, disbelieving, and amazed that anyone would think of such a thing. She had a tiny asshole, and he had a thick lusty cock. How could he ever pierce there?
He had moistened his cockhead by placing it just inside her wet pussy, for she had been creaming from his ass-slapping. For some reason, it had released a whole new kind of passion in her, and her cunt had creamed. She was ready for violation, but instead of ramming his cock into her cunt, as she had anticipated, he was aiming at her butt. Was it right? Why did he do this? He was punishing her. It would hurt; it would destroy her, surely! And yet, she knew him well enough to suspect that it was a game, and that it would turn out to be pleasure, somehow.
Then she felt his prick poke at her tail, and start to inch its way inside, moving not violently, but easily, smoothly, wiggling from side to side, working itself in gradually.
She was fiercely tight, of course, and her sphincter muscle had to be opened. That hurt, oh, how it hurt, and she was ready to yell her head off, when his thrust suddenly went past it, into the warm moisture beyond, and suddenly she felt herself all pumped-up with cock, and turned-on to a whole mass of pleasure nerves that she had never suspected existed in her!
She groaned and grasped the earth with her fingers, ripping into the grass as she experienced the agony and the ecstasy, for he kept shoveling his cock in, more and more, deeper and deeper, and she thought he was going to blast his way through her!
But the ecstasy was marvelous, especially, when he finally got all the way inside her, and she could feel his balls pressing against the mounds of her ass.
Oh, she thought, this is the best!
She felt his meat move in and out of her. He had grabbed her buttocks for leverage, and the tenseness of his grip, and the sounds that he made, gave her more than a hint of the horrendous excitement he was feeling.
"Oh lordy, lordy," he kept muttering as he drove his cock in and out of her asshole. The tightness and tautness of that circle of flesh that grasped his cock was giving him the most excruciating sensations. This was a top fuck, he realized, one of the best in a life dedicated to the delicate depravities of sexual coupling.
He could feel the skin on his body rise in goose-bumps out of sheer devastating delight as his fierce cock pierced that young asshole. And now her ass began to ride up and down over his meat! The kid had a positive talent, and instinctively knew how to adapt her body to the subtle joys of fucking.
He couldn't help speculating how, even at such a time, how some females turned the sex encounter into pure ecstasy, and some were just plain assholes who didn't know how to use their bodies to maximize the pleasure.
Lisa was a born sex talent; all one had to do was present his cock to her and she seemed to know how to turn it into a magic wand, creating excruciating, intolerable pleasure!
She would be a born concubine for a prince, in the old days, he thought as his cock slid in and out of her tight ass, and he clutched her plump buttocks with delight, glad that he had spilled his juice once already, giving him more endurance to prolong the joy of his great fuck!
He slipped in and out, slowly, then swiftly, then slowly, savoring the gradual build-up of pleasure. He would soon go off, he knew, because he could not hold back much longer-not with her ass muscles clutching his cock, riding it, squeezing it, trying to drain its juices.
Then suddenly it was there, that fabulous moment. His entire body seemed to coil up tightly, and he turned into one great goosebump-and then his cock went off, like a bomb exploding inside her, one shock wave after another filling her asshole with his cream.
He gasped with the tortured ecstasy of it, digging his nails into her buttocks to prevent her from moving.
And naturally, it did the most unbelievable things to Lisa. Her cunt went rocketing into space as she felt his juices splash against the sides of her asshole. She too felt waves of pleasure, one after another, and she was terrifically thrilled by the violence of his come.
She felt very powerful, as if she alone could do such a miraculous thing for him. She felt that it gave her control over him, in some way; that if her ass could give him such bliss, it made him dependent on her, and that she therefore had power over him. She now felt less threatened at the idea of Greta intruding on her turf.
Let her come, she thought care! believed that few females could give pleasure to Uncle Mike as she had just done.
And poor Mike, his cock wrung-out, dropped onto her body and lay there, limp and exhausted, He had just experienced-with that fourteen-year-old kid-one of the best fucks in his memory.
CHAPTER FIVE
Let it be stated clearly that Greta Schoen, one-time secretary to Uncle Mike in Washington, played a definite role in shaping Lisa's sex life.
Greta had worked for Mike at the time when he was doing his research on the shape of the world to come. He had done, at the same time, some research on the shape of Greta's body, and found it a blissful pursuit. Greta was built like an Amazon queen, with a voluptuous body and joyous jugs as big as pineapples. She had great legs, with strong thighs, often very visible, because she wore dresses that showed off her great features. Greta believed in keeping her body beautiful, and she worked at it with strenuous exertions. She did yoga and bar exercises, she ran around the track, she bent and twisted her body, and she ate meat like a cannibal-all of which went to make her body a beautiful engine of destruction.
And she had a thirst for sex that was quite insatiable.
From the very first day she worked for Mike, he was amazed at the power of her animal sexuality. It flowed out of her like some sexual secretion. When, taking his dictation, she crossed her knees and her short skirt rose to show a plentiful expanse of white-skinned calf and thigh, he had to struggle to concentrate on the task at hand.
Greta at this time was twenty, and though Mike did not know it yet, she had a taste for roughhouse sex. She had been brought up by a father who believed that if you spare the rod you spoil the child. And he did a lot of whacking of her tail, mostly for its own sake, for he was a sadistic brute. He pretended that each slap of his palm was turning her into a good citizen; but he was getting his secret sexual kicks from it. If he hadn't had his wife around, he might have done worse.
Young Greta couldn't help but feel his hard cock when he beat her, and this gave her a fiendish pleasure in getting her ass belabored. It made her cunt hum, and sometimes cream.
She put together the punishment and the pleasure in her mind, and figured that the way she got off was if some male whacked her ass.
Even then Greta was intensely interested in sex, and she went through some exciting adventures while growing up.
She learned how to suck cock, and how to provoke her sex partner so that he would come on strong. That if he made her suffer it turned her on. It was curious, but that was how she was.
When she came to Washington and went to work for Mike, she was instantly attracted by the rugged, soft-spoken, intellectual Southerner. She craved to seduce him. She kept staring at his britches, for it was easy to see the prodigious pack he carried. The sight made her cunt wet, and she yearned to divert him from work long enough to think of sex.
She did everything she could to agitate him, showing her legs, pushing her tits at him, letting her mouth hang open as if she wanted to wrap it around his hot meat.
But his concentration on his work was so intense, he seemed oblivious to her charms.
In actuality, Mike was fighting for control, trying to resist the tremendous magnetism of her body. Oh, he knew how to conceal his lust, but his cock definitely went hard when Greta's luscious lips curved in a seductive circle, and he yearned to get her hot mouth around it.
One night they worked late. Greta was determined that that would be the night she would get into his pants.
He had been dictating hard, staring at the ceiling in order to concentrate, because each time he looked at her, he couldn't help noticing her legs-superb legs-with the thighs spread apart, as if to welcome a hot intruder to the warm cunt between them.
He tried to hold onto his thoughts about man's aggressive nature, and how it might cause him to use nuclear weapons to destroy his own destiny; but when his gaze slipped to those open thighs, his thoughts would scatter.
He looked at Greta's face. Again her lips were forming that sinful circle, part of her persistent pitch to get at his prick. He felt a fiendish impulse to unzip his pants and thrust his cock right at her. That was the sort of lewd idea she set off in his head. It was horrible, Mike thought, to pretend to be civilized and keep talking calmly as he was, when everything in him wanted to behave like an animal.
Mike felt that man's true nature was to be a rapist. To behave in a civilized style put terrific pressure on man, which was why he was so afflicted with psychosomatic ailments, from high blood pressure to ulcers.
Mike began to think of the lion he had seen in an African film, and how the horny beast, each time he got sexy, would grab the female with his claws, mount her in place and pump away.
Thinking about that, he couldn't go on with his dictating. He stopped, went to the liquor cabinet and poured two drinks.
"Let's take a break, if you don't mind, Greta."
"Nothing I'd like better." She smiled, and her hands smoothed her blouse over her swollen tits, which were aching to have their nipples sucked. Greta could take dictation while thinking of the most erotic images. She was talented that way.
For a few minutes they sat and sipped Jack Daniels. Then he said, "My head is just full of that African film I saw on TV last night."
"What was it about?"
"About lions. I was fascinated by the way that the lion mates."
Her eyes sparkled. This was the sort of talk that reached her. She was bright, but she had had a bellyful of the sociology of man in the next hundred years. She was up to her ears in that crap. She wanted to hear about the mating habits of the lion and the lionesses.
"What fascinated you?"
"Well," he grinned, feeling the booze loosening him up, "the lion is probably the horniest animal in the Jungle. He's always screwing the nearest lioness. He stuffs his gut and get horny. He's a lazy brute who doesn't hunt. His job is to protect the pride, mostly from other male lions, and he's a powerful monster. He waits for the lioness to bring home the bacon, usually a tasty zebra, then he cuffs her out of the way and grabs the tastiest piece of meat, then walks majestically away to let the lesser fry eat-the females and the kids.
"Meanwhile he gets horny as hell and starts to erect. He grabs the nearest female, claws her into position and shoves his kindly cock into her. She claws back at him once or twice, because he's probably giving her heaven and hell at the same time. But he knocks her about and nips at her flanks so she stays put. Then afterward she licks his face-all grateful, you see.
"He does the same thing, after a short rest, to another female. Then another. He's quite a sex fiend, the male lion is!"
And Mike grinned at Greta.
She grinned back. "We all love the male lion, because he knows how to handle the female. He's the perfect example of how a true male should act. Powerful, aggressive, masterful. The true male takes what he wants."
Mike gulped his booze, and poured two more, "Did I understand you to say that the true male takes what he wants?"
"Yes." She pushed her tits at him.
His pulse began to beat faster and his cock began to rise. "In that case, I should grab you, upend you, and do all sorts of violence to you."
She breathed heavily. "Sounds heavenly."
Her cunt had gone wet at the thought of violence. She hoped that he would slap her ass first, because that always melted her down.
Mike was still hesitant, for after all, they were in a government office, and if anyone stumbled in, there would be hell to pay. But his cock had gone hard as mahogany. He couldn't get out of his mind the picture of her spread thighs and the hot cunt that nestled between them. And she was only twenty, while he was forty-four. A perfect match, he thought.
"Do I understand that you'd like me to violate you?"
"If that's what you want," she murmured, feeling faint with lust. If only he would hurry and do something instead of talk. He was the talkingest guy in the world. Get started, for heaven's sake, she thought. Grab me, violate me, pummel me with your rude, rough cock!
Finally the look on her face reached him, and he walked to the door and snapped the automatic lock-for even at a moment like this, Mike was interested in survival. Meanwhile he cursed himself for being a tame idiot. All this time, this cunt had been waving sex at him and trying to get him to shove his cock into her cunt! What an imbecile he was!
He came over to sit alongside her, and put his hand on her pineapple-sized tit. He practically fell over at the feel of her fabulous mammary. He grabbed it hard, squeezed it, and instantly she flung her mouth against his.
He kissed her fervently. Her mouth opened, and he was overwhelmed with a lust to shove his cock into that greedy cavern of passion. She was like a tigress, ready to devour him.
Her tongue came out demandingly and touched his, flicking against it; then her hand went down boldly to his cock, hurting and swollen.
He unzipped his pants to bring out the panting, red-headed monster, and shoved her head down toward it. Instantly her hot mouth grabbed hold of his stiff meat, and she started to suck and slurp on it like a starved woman.
He watched with terrific excitement as she worked her mouth like a vacuum over the throbbing tool. She seemed to be a cocksucker supreme, judging by the way her tongue worked avidly under the head and along the shaft, her lips pulling, her mouth sucking.
She had apparently had a world of experience, even at her young age; she ate him like a cannibal.
He lay back, basking in the kicky pleasure of having his cock sucked by a connoisseur. Then she suddenly stopped.
Her eyes were cold as ice.
He stared at her. It seemed incredible that this hot-blooded little tart, who had just now been eating him in a smouldering passion, could suddenly screech to a stop. And what did that frozen look on her face mean?
"I can't go on," she said. "Not until you do something."
"What?" He was stunned.
"I'm paralyzed right now. Can't lick you another moment. It's psychological. Hope you understand. I have this hang-up. We all have. You like your cock sucked. Okay. I could do it, but you have to do something to me first."
"What is it?" He was practically in shock, for if there was one thing Mike hated it was having his cock in this hung-up condition, ready to blast, but choked-up. He was ready to do anything to get her back on his panting prick.
She leaned forward, her eyes blazing. "You have to pull my panties down and beat my ass. That's all. Don't ask questions. Don't get into the psychology of it. Just do it!"
Her eyes were piteous and pleading, her mouth open, her lips still wet from her passionate sucking of his cock.
He didn't waste a moment. He stood her up, lifted her dress, and pulled down her panties. He gazed at her luscious honey-haired cunt, with its gleaming pink slit, feeling a terrific desire to shove his finger into it.
But instead he turned her over his lap and pulled her dress up to expose her round white buttocks, exquisitely shaped from all the gym work she did.
He body tensed preparing for what was to her one most excruciating pleasures of life. "Beat me, beat me," she murmured, her voice loaded with fierce excitement.
Mike was turned-on too. He had been into scenes like this before. He knew that there were masochists who had to have spankings before their sex. He felt it was a result of the childhood system of punishments and rewards. Little girls got their heads all mixed up, and thought that a little pain had to precede their entrance to heaven.
He let his hand come down over the plump, firm white flesh. The smacking sound it made was rather pleasant. Her ass squirmed, then rose to meet his descending hand as he hit her again. She whimpered with pain and excitement.
He slapped her again and again, finding it very enjoyable, especially when she began to grind her cunt against his hot, upstanding cock. The pleasure he found in her punishment astonished Mike, for even with his wife, he had never had too much love for the spanking syndrome.
But Greta had plenty. She had begun to pant heavily as he continued to hit her. Her fists were clenched with passion, and her face, when she looked at him, was shining with ecstasy.
He lifted her off his lap. "Now, you little bitch, suck my cock or you'll get a real whacking. I'll ream your ass off!"
She whimpered like a little girl, and then she went down to his cock and began to nuzzle it, lick it, love it, as if it were her best friend in the world, or the most delicious popsicle she had ever tasted. She sucked and licked and nibbled, and then took it deep into her throat, as if trying to swallow it whole.
Then she went down to his balls, and gave each one of them a luscious licking. He stared at her in amazement.
Then she stood up and took off her dress? and her shirt. Her body was entirely nude, and the sight of it made him want to crawl the walls, it was so great. She was built like a combination of the goddess Circe and a ballet dancer, her sensual figure wonderfully built-up by her gym work. Big boobs, flat belly, strong thighs, slender waist, and creamy skin. Her pubic hair was short, and showed her scarlet-tipped cunt clearly.
She was a spectacular feast. And he stared at her, hypnotized with pleasure.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she pleaded, lowering herself to the floor and spreading her legs, opening her wet cunt to his greedy gaze.
His body lunged at hers, and immediately his great cock found its way into her hot slit. He could feel the scalding flesh, all velvety and soft, tight around his cock.
He grabbed her buttocks, shoving his cock into the depths of her cunt, and he heard her gasp as the hard shaft speared its way deeper and deeper into her crotch. Her passion was so intense that she grabbed for his face to kiss his mouth, meanwhile arching her buttocks to capture the rest of his cock.
He was into her now up to the hilt. He got one hand on her big tit and brought his mouth down to its nipple, to suckle on it, meanwhile sliding his ass up and down, easing his cock in and out of her seething cunt lips.
It was a blissful sensation, sucking on her fat nipple, feeling that juicy meat in his mouth while his cock pierced the tight, scorching cunt. Now he grabbed her ass tightly and began to pump his cock into her hard and fierce, banging up against her venus mound as he buried his tool in her depths.
She was a fabulous fuck, and he could feel the gooseflesh forming on him as his cock began to prepare for its great come.
But he was not ready for that yet, and he suddenly stopped his plunging and eased his cock out of her. Greta seemed stunned by his quick action.
He turned her over, determined now to get at her ass, for he loved ass-fucking. He pointed his tool at her crinkly hole, and wiggled the wet head inside. It eased in a bit, then came to a stop. She whimpered with the pain of it, but for her, as he well knew, pain was joy, so he kept with it, pushing his cock in harder, forcing it.
She wiggled her ass a bit, as if that would make his cock easier to take, and he watched his red, bruised tool slowly disappear in the depths of her asshole.
It was a marvelous sensation, all tight and warm. His balls were resting on the mounds of her ass. He withdrew slowly and then shoved back in, hard.
She grunted, and groaned, and moaned as he did it again and again, loving the pain and the pleasure of it.
He understood that she craved rough treatment, so he just whipped his thick, hard cock in and out of her ass, thumping her hard each time he went in!
She groaned with ecstasy as he built up a terrific momentum, driving and driving until finally he felt his cock harden and lengthen and swell up to a gigantic size, and then spurt its load, hot and torrential into her ass.
She yelped with the joy of it, clawing at his body in her pain and the ecstasy. He could feel her nails ripping into his thighs, and strangely it made his orgasm more intense than ever I Man, this is the greatest! he thought as his cock jumped, pumping its cream into her asshole, saturating it with gism.
She squirmed and squirmed, apparently into a great come of her own, somehow set off by his orgasm.
They lay there limp, in a state of exhausted bliss; and they knew that from then on, there would be many nights of splendor in that office!
That was the first time they had gotten it off together and their affair had continued for a long time.
Now Greta was coming down from Washington to visit her old boss in Alabama, bringing with her that super-sexed body and her appreciation of him as a fine cocksmith.
Mike may or may not have been surprised at the fact that the moment Greta met Lisa, she knew instantly that the young little slut had been seducing her old boss.
CHAPTER SIX
It was on the third day of Greta's visit that Lisa learned about the lascivious nature of the hot-blooded secretary.
Of course, when Greta appeared in the house, there was quite a commotion, for Mike was delighted to see her. He thought of her as a choice cunt, one of the best in the capital, actually. And Lisa couldn't help feeling jealous of the secret looks they shared with each other when they thought they were not observed.
Lisa was impressed with Greta's splendid body, for Greta had never stopped her gym work, and she looked voluptuous and sexy as hell, with her fiat tummy, superb legs and great pineapple breasts. And Greta was very taken with Lisa, a golden-haired doll, deliciously young, whose pussy, Greta could tell, was palpitating up a storm at the very presence of Mike.
It didn't take much for Greta to pick up the vibrations that flowed from Lisa, for they came thick and fast. Greta could tell that Lisa was a lewd little cunt, with an insatiable thirst for sex-coupling. She had the makings of a terrific tart, Greta thought, and she herself found it hard to resist the luscious sensual figure of the young girl.
On the third day of her visit, Mike got a call from a big politician in Montgomery, and had to drive there for an important conference.
This left Greta alone with Lisa, for Granny, easily tired these days had gone to bed early, Granny was a silver-haired, gentle Southern woman of the old school, who saw only the best in everyone, was very devout in her prayers, read the Bible a lot, and slept about seventeen hours a day.
She told Greta that she would bake a real Southern pecan pie for her tomorrow, and then she retired to her room, and before long was into a deep dreamless sleep.
Greta was delighted at the opportunity of spending several hours alone with Lisa. She asked the young girl if she smoked pot. Lisa had of course never smoked pot, but she was enormously curious, so Greta produced some and showed her how to inhale it.
Lisa was quite willing to try something new land adventurous. She hated the monotony of Bedelia, where her life tended to be the same, day after day.
So they sat together in the big living room passing the joint back and forth, with Lisa feeling very devilish. She couldn't quite hit a high the first time, but she felt peculiar, and she observed that the joint did joyous things to Greta. She smiled a lot and looked at Lisa as if something about the girl gave her lots of pleasure.
The curious feeling that Greta had x-ray eyes came to Lisa as the older girl seemed to look right through her clothing. And Lisa couldn't help but respond to the sexy allure of Greta, who wearing white, silky jeans that fitted so tightly against her crotch that even her crack showed. And her shirt was open half-way down, so that her beautiful bumps were partially exposed.
Lisa couldn't help thinking that Greta was very sensual looking, and obviously a fabulous find for a guy. She imagined what Big Tom might do if he ever had Greta locked in a room. She visualized Big Tom's huge, thick cock, trying to stab Greta's cunt, and the picture really turned her on. She was feeling curiously sexy, in fact, and she wondered if the pot had reached her after all.
Greta seemed definitely to be turned-on also, as she looked long and hard at Lisa, staring at her face and her figure. It made Lisa uneasy, yet somewhat excited.
Their chatter was on a very different level, however.
"Do you like it, living in this town, so far from where the action is?" Greta asked her.
Lisa scowled. "There's nothing wrong with a small town. It has lots of charm that you don't find in big cities."
"Is that one of your ideas, or Mike's?"
Lisa smiled. "Well, Mike has often said it, but I agree with him."
"It would seem to me that a small town has big boredom. I don't know if I could live in one for more than a week."
Lisa shrugged. "Well, you just like the noise and excitement of a big city. I suppose more is happening there."
Greta stared at her. "Everything is happening there. Someday you must visit me in Washington. I'll show you the sights."
"Oh, I'd like that. The buildings all look so beautiful. Washington looks like a really intercity. Not like New York." She smiled. "They call that Sin City."
Greta smiled too. "Sin City or Fun City, you take your choice."
Lisa studied the girl who sat next to her looking so sexy and sensual, with clothes so tight that she could visualize the body beneath.
"Do you think sin and fun are the same, then?"
"Lots of sinful things are fun things. Isn't that true?"
Lisa shrugged. If it hadn't been for the pot, she might not have asked her next question but she did. "Are you and Mike lovers?"
"Of course. Mike is one of the sexiest men I have ever met."
Lisa stared at her, aware of jealousy. She could visualize them together, his hard, male body against hers, his animal cock stuffed into her anxious cunt.
She then looked at Greta's mouth, and visualized those lips sealed about Mike's cock, and somehow this gave her a tingle of excitement.
"I think you are jealous," Greta said.
"I'm not!" Lisa said, and knew she was lying.
"I think you picture us together in your head, and it makes you very jealous. Isn't that true?"
Lisa looked down. "Yes. I admit it. It's true."
Greta looked into the green eyes of the girl, and felt a smouldering excitement in her cunt "Listen. I suspect that you and Mike have sort of played with each other. Isn't that true?"
"Yes." Oddly, Lisa couldn't help telling the truth, although she couldn't understand why. Was it the grass that let her say things she ordinarily might have repressed?
"Now, I'm not jealous of that. I think it's okay. See, I'm not possessive. I don't have to own a man or a sex partner. It's enough just to enjoy them." Greta smiled. "Do you think you can learn that?"
"I don't know. I feel jealous when I think of you and Mike together. Yet I know that I don't own him. Do you think it's natural to be jealous?"
"No. If it were, then I would be jealous. There are plenty of people who are not jealous of their lovers. And willing to share them. Sometimes that gives them extra pleasure."
"But if you cared about him, could you share him, still?" Lisa was fascinated by their conversation. It was so grown-up. And she felt she was learning something new. She thought that Greta was telling her that it could be fun to share Mike, and she suddenly wondered what such a scene would be like-the three of them making love together.
The idea excited Lisa, and she pictured them all locked in one big sex embrace. It was a real turn-on for her.
She looked more closely at Greta's sexy body, at the thrust of her tits, at the way the jeans firmly moulded her voluptuous figure. There was something terribly thrilling about Greta's figure, and Lisa thought that if she should ever see Greta's body naked, she might find it very disturbing.
Greta was watching Lisa's reactions very closely, and she could sense the young girl's fascination with the pictures in her head of the three of them making love. Also, she could read the tenseness in the teen-ager's body. Greta smiled mysteriously. She moved closer to Lisa and took her hand, looking at the palm as if to read it.
"You have a fascinating heart-line," she said, and her hand stroked Lisa's arm. She looked deep into the green eyes, and was jolted at the intense emotions she read there. She talked about the lines of Lisa's hand, and about the exciting future ahead of her, an exciting love life. Her hands moved rhythmically over Lisa's arms as she talked, a seductive, sensual stroking.
Greta's stroking aroused the strangest feelings in Lisa, and she wondered what would happen next. She knew that this sort of stroking generally excited her sensually, and her thoughts went naturally to Mike and to Big Tom. Her vulva experienced a violent desire for the male prick; she felt a terrible ache and emptiness in her cunt, just because there was no male to attack it.
If only I had a cock to suck, she thought desperately, and she decided that it was very unfair for Greta to do this thing to her body-to arouse it when there was no way to satisfy it!
Her misery became more intense as the caresses went on and on. The rhythm had a hypnotic effect, and Lisa felt practically powerless, robbed of will, as if Greta had somehow put her in a state of numb acquiescence.
Greta knew the hypnotic power of the rhythmic caress. Her own cunt was seeping with the elixir of love. She slipped her hand, finally, inside Lisa's shirt to stroke her tit, and she shivered with excitement. She really thrilled to the freshness and luscious youth of the teen-age kid alongside her. She was astonished at the way the girl's nipples erected, and slowly opening the shirt, she bent down to take a tit in her mouth.
Greta found it blissful. She loved the feel of the hard young nipple in her mouth. She knew now that, come what may, she just had to get to Lisa's cunt. Maybe get the kid to lick her cunt too. The thought of it sent her juices flowing.
It had been a long time since Greta had felt such intense excitement. She stole a glance at her victim. Lisa's face was a study. She was practically paralyzed with pleasure, but underneath was a small edge of fear. She could not understand what the hell was happening, and everything that Greta did astonished her, for she felt that only a male lover would do such things.
She was stunned, therefore, when Greta unzipped her jeans, tugging on them, pulling them down to reveal her cunt. Greta stared with pleasure, totally overwhelmed by the sensuous delicacy of it-the charm of the mound, the wisps of golden hair, and the delicious-looking cleft.
"You've got a real honeypot, darling," she said, gently easing the golden teen-ager on her back, the better to get at the treasure between her thighs.
Greta's pink tongue came out and danced between the sensuous cunt lips, glorying in the silky flesh, the taste of the cunt elixir, the touch of the lovely belly.
"You're delicious," she whispered between her long, sensuous licks. Her tongue, with clever craft, found the clit and flicked at it repeatedly, sending thrill after thrill through Lisa's body.
Lisa lay there, amazed that a woman could do such a thing. She was hypnotized with happiness, and her body twisted as she waited for each stroke of the tongue. Her flesh trembled, her cunt quivered, and she wondered if she, too, could get her tongue into the honey-groove.
Then, as if Greta had read her thought, she whipped off her jeans and shirt, and within moments the girls faced each other, stark-naked.
Lisa stared, enthralled by Greta's Amazonian beauty. She had a spectacular physique, with not an ounce of superfluous flesh; every curve was firm and true. Plump tits, slender waist, flat tummy. A feast to the eyes and-as Lisa soon found-a feast to the taste, too.
For Greta positioned their bodies in the sixty-nine position, so that they were contemplating each other's delicate cunts. Then Greta greedily attacked the luscious cleft in front of her, aware that Lisa would shortly follow suit.
Lisa stared at the terrific twat just inches away from her mouth. Greta had a clean-shaven cunt, and the plump tempting meat showed, sensual and exciting. It worked like a magnet to attract her mouth, more especially when Greta's tongue resumed its flickering in her erotic depths. An irresistible lust came over Lisa to kiss the plump cunt in front of her face. She swiftly put her hot tongue into the slit, thrilling at the feel of warm, velvety flesh.
Lisa's own cunt vibrated with the rhythm of Greta's licking, and she soon picked up that rhythm, so that both of them were making simultaneous thrusts, building violent storms in each other's vulva. And then Greta grabbed Lisa's delicious buttocks and lashed her cunt wickedly as she felt her orgasm go off, wave after wave of wild excitement spreading through her body.
Lisa, too, felt a swiftly tightening knot of delight, and then an explosion as she went skyrocketing off on her own orgasm.
In imitation of Greta's action, she grabbed the superb buttocks in front of her, holding them fiercely as she kept kissing and licking the luscious cunt, now flowing with heavenly come.
Then, slowly, Lisa slumped down-but it took a long time for her to stop quivering from the ecstasy of her orgasm.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In the privacy of her bedroom that night, Lisa replayed that sex scene over and over in her head. It astonished her that a girl could give another girl such a turn-on. It was just another dimension of sex pleasure, she figured; just get a tongue in your cunt, and it would shoot you on a hot trip to kingdom-come. Amazing that sex could be that simple. Lisa thought of all those dull, deadly days in her past when nothing had been happening. She could have pulled her kid brother, General Lee, into the sex game. Didn't he have a tongue, as well as a prick, small as it was? She could wake that brat up by teaching him a few blistering, bawdy facts of life.
Nothing can be more fun than sex, she thought. She wondered what other fascinating games she could play with sex partners.
She would get to General Lee later, but right now she had to concentrate on Greta, for that dynamite girl would be heading out after a week, and it was urgent for Lisa to discover all the depraved ideas she knew.
Lisa was becoming as horny a kid as you could find; she just didn't wait to discover where depravity was-she went looking for it.
It didn't take Mike long, once he came back from Montgomery, to discover that something had developed between his niece and Greta. The hot cunt from Washington, he surmised, had seduced his niece with some blistering cunt-eating.
It displeased him at first, for Mike didn't want Lisa to turn away from the real thing-a man's cock. It was quite important to get Lisa back to cock-eating; otherwise she might take the lesbian route, and be a loss to the world of guys.
Actually, he was not thinking about guys as much as about the loss to himself. Lisa at fourteen had a lot of succulent years ahead for him to enjoy, for surely she would grow into a stunning woman.
He had no wish to lose her cunt and ass to the female sex. So he decided to get Lisa and Greta quickly into an erotic trio. That night he brought out the bourbon, poured it generously, and steered the dialogue to amusingly depraved topics.
Lisa got some rock music on the radio; she had discovered that her cunt seemed wired to the rhythms of hot rock. Greta picked up a deck of cards and began to play solitaire, after she had lit up a joint.
Mike gulped Jack Daniels and leered at the two luscious female cunts in front of him, thinking of their asses and cunts, while his pants bulged with his bawdy prick.
Greta hummed happily as she played solitaire, aware that there was a feast of sucking and fucking ahead. Her cunt moistened at the memory of Mike's noble dick, and her lips were craving to caress the pulsing, luscious meat. But you had to pretend to be civilized, she thought sadly; you just couldn't go gunning for cock like a cannibal. Or could you? She grinned.
The sight of the cards brought back a memory to Mike, a sex scene from the past which he now thought comic. He was plenty oiled-up, and wanted to talk a bit before he got these females into an orgy. So he told them about the adventure he was recalling.
"You know, kids, that I used to be a computer guy for one of the biggest companies in the East. But I really got bored with it, and craved some excitement."
Greta interrupted with a leer. "So you went to Sin City, right?"
"Sin City? No, that's not the excitement I had in mind. I'm talking about mental excitement. Sin City came later. When I met you." He grinned and stared at her big tits, and his tongue slid over his upper lip.
"What happened, Uncle Mike?" Lisa was always fascinated by her uncle's adventures. She knew he had been a big man out there in the big world, but the only time she got any information about it was when he would get into an expansive mood because he had been guzzling, and would pull out some piece of his past and relive it.
"Well, I had been fooling around with the computer, working with the mathematical possibilities in various card games, and I ran into a gambler from Vegas who told me that he had been winning big money, and that he had a system for beating the dealer in blackjack."
Mike lit up a cigarette and. smiled at the memory. "I figured he could do it, from my experience with statistics. And I asked him what he did. He counted the cards, he said.
"Well, just between us girls, I've always had a thing for statistics, and I do have a photographic memory, and I figured that if he could do it, so could I."
"What do you mean 'count cards?' " Greta asked skeptically.
"I mean it's possible to know fairly accurately the way the high and the low cards are going. You make a mental count. And you can work the odds, by playing big money when you figure there are lots of high cards, enough to make the dealer 'bust out'.
"Anyway, I tried out the system, and it worked. It was terrific, I found that by betting heavily against the dealer when the statistics were with me, I could make a lot of money.
"I figured that I would soon be rich. I would walk out of there with about $50,000 in my pocket on one night.
"Well, one night, a famous actress, someone everybody knows, was there, and she was most impressed with the way that I handled the cards. She threw all these sexy looks at me, so I figured there might be a gorgeous evening ahead. So I asked if she wanted to have a drink. She did, and she said we ought to have it in the privacy of my rooms, upstairs in the Grand Hotel.
"Well, we drank a lot of liquor, and before long we both got down to our skin, and were sliding over each other's beautiful body. She was one of the most delicious women I have ever seen, even more exciting off-screen than on. And she had this super mouth that knew how to really do a cocksucking job deluxe. I was lying there, overpowered by her lickings, when she suddenly stopped.
" 'You know what keeps coming up in my mind?' she said, looking at me. 'How you win so consistently. You seem to be able to beat the system, and I never thought anyone could do that. Tell me how you do it.' "
"Well, I was drunk as an owl by then, and I hated to have any interruption, especially when I was halfway to paradise. So I told her fast, 'Listen, honey. I leave nothing to chance, I have a ten percent edge on their system. I count the cards. I know what's out and what's in. And I bet accordingly. I can beat the system! Anywhere, here or Monte Carlo. I just count the cards!
" 'Now,' I told her, Track to my cock.'
" 'Then you're a card-counter, after all,' she said. And she let go my cock, and stood up. 'He's a card-counter,' she said, apparently to the wall.
" 'Who the hell are you talking to? Back down on my cock, sweet maiden.'
"Instead, she walked to her clothes, picked them up, and went into the other room. The door opened, and in walked five guys-strong-arm men from the gambling syndicate.
"They had the whole thing on tape-video tape, mind you. 'Get dressed, Mike.' And they threw my clothes at me.
"I complained. 'Look, there's nothing illegal in counting cards!'
" 'As far as we are concerned, it's a lousy, underhanded, cheater's trick. And we don't ever want you to darken our doors again, or you'll very much regret it!'
"They marched me out and told me that they were going to put me in the cheater's book, and that I'd never be able to get into any casino again; they had my picture and my records."
Mike tossed off his drink. "What I resented most about that adventure was the actress. That cunt left me high-and-dry. A half-sucked cock can be a torture. I told the syndicate guys that I'd give a fortune to see the tape of her going down on me. But they just laughed. 'It goes into her private collection,' they said.
"Imagine an actress as fabulous as she is, working for them!"
Lisa, in a spasm of jealousy, said, "Uncle Mikes would you give me a fortune to suck your cock?"
"No, but I'll give you the pleasure of it," he grinned.
And he unzipped his pants to bring out the splendid throbbing monster.
Lisa went for it in a dive, fearful that Greta might get there first.
She took a couple of fast licks, feeling his cock go big as a banana; then she stopped and looked up at Greta.
"What are you staring at?" she demanded.
Greta smiled gently. "I'm impressed by your style, kid. But why don't we all get comfortable? I might be able to give you a sweet lick or two."
They peeled their clothing with passionate abandon, and Mike positioned the players, putting Lisa on her back, so that he could mount her and feed his mammoth cock into her mouth. Her thighs were spread so that Greta could get her tongue into her hot crotch while she did her delightfully depraved thing on Mike's super-salami.
For a sex fiend like Mike, nothing could have been more delicious than this tender teenager working her mouth with craft and cleverness on his hot cock.
He watched her mouth as it pulled over his pulsating flesh, as her tongue swept along the thick shaft, as it went down to the balls, licking each one tenderly.
Her green eyes glittered with lust as she took his huge meat into the depths of her throat, trying, it seemed, to strangle herself with his flaming flesh.
Greta had a ferocious lust for tender young pussies, and this little doll appealed to her in every way. She adored the kid's personality; so bright and adventurous; she was ready to live up a storm, despite her youth. She was not the sort of kid who deferred living until the time was right.
She just jumped into living all the way, with her mouth and her cunt, daringly, as if she understood that life was temporary, and that every moment was precious.
And of course, Great adored the cunt that her tongue was buried in. She adored the shape of it the fresh young beauty of it, the taste and flavor of it.
She dug her tongue into the velvety vulva, sucking at the clit, biting it gently, which of course did such dynamite things to Lisa that she went into high-octane cock-sucking. It took every ounce of control for Mike to stop himself from doing a giant blast-off in her mouth.
Lisa, however, did not have such control, and Greta's dynamite tongue triggered off a beautiful blast inside her, and she shoved Mike's cock so deep into her throat that it almost strangled her.
Mike pulled his heavy weapon from her greedy lips just in time. He then crawled around behind Greta, gazing at her handsome ass. That ass was one heavenly hunk of meat, curved, plump yet firm, white, and exquisitely-shaped.
He knew of Greta's yearning for discipline, and one way to satisfy it was to slam her asshole with his cock. A heavy hunk of meat like this, piercing her asshole, and slamming in and out against her velvet buttocks! Wow, that would be bliss for her, and for him, too.
So he aimed his terrifying tool at her tender tail, placed it on the target and shoved it in, an inch at a time.
His monster meat did a hellish job on her tortured tail. He kept pushing it in until it went all the way, up to the hilt.
Poor Greta was in bliss and in hell at the same time, for his giant salami seemed to totally fill her body.
While this was going on, she still had her lips up against Lisa's cunt. But her concentration was on her ass, which she arched back so that Mike could have unobstructed access to her.
And Mike went wild in her tail, pounding it relentlessly, as if he would destroy it with his rampaging prick. He thudded against her butt, over and over, grunting with each slam of his body.
The action soon proved too overwhelming for even his control, and his cock swelled into a giant thing, then exploded, spouting reams of cream into Greta's ass.
She wriggled her tail, sucking on his tool with her asshole as if to get the last bit of cream from him!
For she loved his violence, interpreting each slam of his body as a manifestation of the discipline she deserved, for she was a wicked child who did all sorts of naughty things, and could not be loved until she had her punishment.
That was how Greta got her kicks. And when Mike slam-bammed her fanny, he gave her all the kicks her wicked flesh craved, and her orgasms were violent, earth-shaking things. When Mike shot his load into her heavenly haunches, the earth trembled for Greta.
It had been a super-hot ecstasy such as she could get nowhere else. Small wonder that she had made the pilgrimage from Washington to Alabama, to the man who understood the psychology of her sex-cravings so well. For Greta, it had been a marvelous week.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a week later, and Greta had gone back to Washington with a promise that both Mike and Lisa would soon come up there for a visit.
Greta had delicious memories of her trip to Alabama, and she was determined to never let a treasure like Lisa get away from her, if she could help it.
But poor Lisa was left in the sleepy town of Bedelia, where the magnolias bloomed lazily and the dogs slept in the hot sun, where the cars boiled in the mid-afternoon, and the people stayed in-doors and sipped Cokes or bourbon to try to forget the midsummer heat. Lisa found that her life had slipped back to its flat routine, its terrible dullness. Mike was gone on a trip to London, where the publisher of his new book wanted to discuss a lot of angles that he felt Mike should develop. The book was something of an expose of Mike's experiences in the Government during the deadly time he had worked in Washington.
With nobody there, poor Lisa would previously have drifted into a deadly boredom; but now, newly-awakened to the joys of sex, she didn't intend to live monotonously any more.
After all, she did have her kid brother-the twelve-year-old General Lee.
General Lee, whose real name was Jeremiah Royce Lee, was a real boy, in that he did all the manly things that boys of twelve did in his part of the world. He fished like a demon, swam in little hideaway ponds, stole watermelons, hunted, shot pheasants, and ran barefoot. And he hadn't the vaguest idea about the world of sex.
The female was to him a queer fish that God in his infinite mystery had invented, but he hadn't quite decided for what purpose. He didn't understand girls, and he ignored them until he hit his twelfth year; then, because of the things that were happening to his hard, handsome body, he began to look at them a bit differently.
General Lee was noticing a weird and wonderful thing happening to him every morning. His pecker, which he had always assumed was just a pipe that pumped out all the liquids of his body, was now getting all big and swollen. He would wake up and find that his usually placid pecker had become a hard, swollen hunk of meat that gave him a rough time before it finally went down.
General Lee thought he should see a doctor about this weird phenomenon, but it only seemed to happen in the morning. And because it always disappeared, he decided to wait.
However, he did think it might be wise to confide in his sister, Lisa. So one night, before he got into bed, he ambled over to Lisa's bedroom to discuss things.
"Lisa, a funny thing happens to me every morning."
"And what is that, honey?" Lisa liked General Lee, as long as he didn't make himself a pest and hang around to bother her. But now she thought it might be interesting to have him around more.
"Well, Lisa, it's my pecker. Every morning when I wake up, I find it all swollen-up. Something fierce. Big and red. It worries me. I've been thinking that maybe I've got the dropsy disease. It always goes away, but when I got it, it hurts me something awful."
Lisa sighed. Only in a small town, in a hidden part of the world like Bedelia, could there be a kid with such pure innocence. After all, it had been the same with her, too, hadn't it? She hadn't quite figured out the purpose of her cunt until Big Tom taught her the meaning of it all.
She would have to take General Lee in tow, and get his head all clear about the fabulous purpose of his cock.
"It's nature," she said.
"What do you mean, nature?" He scowled, and his handsome freckled kid's face stared straight at her. He had deep brown glowing eyes and rich red hair that burned in the sunlight.
"Well, it's the nature of your pecker to get hard. And do you want to know why? So that it can go into a girl." She stared at him, aware that it didn't make sense to him.
General Lee scratched his head. Lisa acted like she knew what it was all about, but he didn't get it. She sounded a bit cracked. It can go into a girl? What did girls have to do with it? He said his thought aloud.
"What do girls have to do with it?"
She was lying on her bed in her pajamas. She smiled, then pulled down her pants to show him her cunt. "See this? It's a hole. You have a pole. Now, your pole has to go into this hole when it's hard. Then it will spit a few times and go back to its normal size. That's all nature."
He stared with his brown eyes, disbelieving. "Lisa, honey, you must be foolin'. That just don't add up to no sense."
General Lee had seen Lisa's cunt plenty of times, since they had often innocently walked about naked in front of each other, totally unaware of sex.
Now that Lisa had discovered sex, she contemplated General Lee's hard young body with sharper interest.
Lisa sighed. "I suppose I'll have to prove it to you, right?"
"How could you prove it?" Sometimes Lisa seemed to be wooly in the head. He stared at her crack and thought about sticking his pecker in it.
It seemed strange but logical, and it made him feel funny. He wished that he was out with his shotgun, hunting birds, where he could be comfortable. It was a strange scene, Lisa showing him her pee-pee crack and telling him such funny things.
"You must be funning," he said.
But Lisa shook her head. She figured that bringing an innocent kid like General Lee into the world of sex could be a shock for him if she didn't handle it gently.
"Well, even if I wanted to show you," he said, "you'd have to wait till morning. That's when the thing gets hard."
Lisa gave him a superior smile, for she knew a few tricks that would turn a prick hard.
"We don't have to wait. Come and I'll show you." She patted the bed alongside her.
General Lee scowled, but came closer. His pajama bottom was off and his twelve-year-old pecker, quite hefty for his age, hung there limp, dangling innocently, unaware of the devilish pleasures ahead.
Lisa reached over and took it in her soft hand. She smiled at him and stroked his pecker, marveling at its softness, its silky feel. She gently took hold of his balls with her other hand as she slowly stroked the skin of his cock forward and back over the head.
General Lee felt very peculiar. He stared down, and to his amazement he saw his limp dick start to swell, and then begin to rise, and in another minute it was standing up, fiercely hard and looking furious.
It was painful, too; he almost regretted that he had started all this.
"Now look what you've done!" His voice was harsh. "It will keep me awake half the night!"
"Oh, there's a way to bring it down."
"What do you mean? How? Lisa, don't fool around. This thing hurts. It's all swelled-up." He had forgotten her recipe for curing a stiff prick. It just seemed too fantastic to take seriously.
Lisa stared at his young, fully-erect pecker, as noble a piece of cock as one could hope to see in a boy of his age.
Naturally, she thought, it could not compare with the giant thing on Big Tom, or the thick thing on Uncle Mike; but in a pinch it would do. Any port in a storm, thought Lisa, and since she had become sexually aroused, a storm was coming up in her cunt right now. She had started out just to give her brother instruction, but now she had to have his cock, no matter what.
"I'm going to kiss your thing," she said. "It will help you feel better."
And she kissed it on the head and on the shaft, and then on the balls.
She glanced up. He was bug-eyed. He was stunned. He felt all sorts of crazy impulses.
"Do it again," he urged.
"I'll do something better, You see, your pecker likes to be in a warm, wet place. So I'm going to put it in my mouth for a bit."
And without another word, she slipped his pulsating prick into her hot mouth.
He stared at her, petrified. It was the most outlandish feeling that he ever had in his life.
Then she began to move her tongue around it. He just lay there on the bed, watching her mouth go up and down on his cock, sucking.
She was sucking his pee-pee thing!
Was she nuts?
But why did it feel so great? He had crazy impulses. His body wanted to thrust, wanted instinctively to push his cock into her mouth and keep it there. He felt pain and pleasure at the same time. It was terrible, and it was bliss, too.
He thought he might actually pee in her mouth, and it frightened him, yet it was also the biggest kick that he had ever had. He watched Lisa's pretty face, full of his stiff pecker, sucking on it as if it were a delicious piece of candy. Her eyes had a devilish gleam, her lips were moist and swollen as they pulled on his thing.
Then she stopped, and took her mouth off Ms pecker.
General Lee felt so shocked that he wanted to hit her.
"Don't stop, Lisa." His voice was pleading, hard, commanding, piteous, all at once.
"Well," she said, holding his wet pecker, "we mustn't be selfish. You see, General Lee, this is a game that two must play. I'll be glad to do it some more for you. But you have to give me something, too."
He stared. He was feeling terrible; there was an agony in his cock, as if it had been about to explode.
He had to get her back there, sucking him. He looked at his pecker. It was purple, as if in a rage, as if it wanted to attack something.
"What do you want, for crissake, Lisa?"
She pointed to her cunt. "You should do what I'm doing to you. Kiss my pussy, then stick your tongue in it, lick it. Then I'll go back to licking your cock. That way we both enjoy the game."
He stared at her pussy, which she had brought close to his face. It was kind of cute-looking, he thought. It had a soft, rising mound, light golden fuzz, and a mysterious slit with a pink edge. It was a mystery, and he felt a wild desire to spread it apart and look inside it.
He thought that surely there would be no great danger in kissing it. Even licking it. He would do anything to get Lisa back to sucking on his cock. That's what she had called it-"cock."
So General Lee bent down and, for the first time in his twelve-year-old life, came close to a pussy. He kissed it experimentally. It was soft, nice, warm. It gave him a fine feeling. He kissed it again, just above the slit, and felt the velvety flesh. He became intensely interested then, and started to rub his lips around the pussy; and then, out of an overpowering curiosity, he dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit. It was marvelous! Warm, silky, moist flesh with an exciting taste.
This was fun. If he could get his cock sucked some more just by licking this, he was all for it. He began to concentrate on the cunt, spreading it apart so that he could get his tongue in deeper. Lick it, she had said. Well, he could do that, for he had a nimble tongue. And it was pretty damned fascinating, doing this to his sister. Did all the kids do things like this with each other? What a dummy he had been not to know about it! He got so interested in licking the warm inside of her cunt that he almost didn't notice when Lisa took hold of his pecker and put it back into her mouth for more sucking. There was really something marvelous about all this, General Lee thought. And whoever invented it should get a gold medal.
He glanced down to see his stalwart cock half-sunk in Lisa's mouth, and he watched her lips go up and down on his flesh. It gave him the most delicious tingles, and it made him want to suck her cunt all the more violently. He also felt a wild desire to stick his finger in her cunt, to explore her more deeply than his tongue could.
So he did that, putting his big middle finger inside her pussy, while he licked all around it. And that made her so excited that she began to suck harder than ever on his cock.
He began to feel very funny, feel a pressure almost like pain. He thought he would be forced to pee in her mouth, because of the strange force that seemed to be gathering in his cock. But just in time, it seemed to him, she took his cock out of her hot, sucking mouth.
"Oh, General Lee, you have to stick it into my pussy. You have to do that now." And she swung her body around, flinging off the top of her nightgown, which until this moment had just been hoisted over her hips, so that now she was nude.
She pulled him over her body, holding his cock so that she could point it into her cunt.
"Get it in here, in here, where I'm showing you. Just push it in."
There was such panic and urgency in her voice that he dared not do anything but what she asked. He pushed his hard cock toward her slit, and to his amazement he felt it slide into a warm, moist, smooth cave of tight flesh that encased it like a glove.
It kept sliding in, deeper and deeper, until, looking down, he could see that his entire pecker had disappeared into the depths of her pussy!
It was something of a miracle. And what a terrific feeling-all pain and pleasure, all agony and ecstasy. His instinct was to keep pushing in, but there was nothing to push, since he had gone in to the hilt.
"Come out and then push it back in. Go in and out," she whispered hoarsely in his ear. She's really off the wall, he thought.
He did as she directed, pulling back. His cock came out of her cunt, and he went into a panic.
"Stupid," she barked at him. "Don't take it all the way out-just part-way. Now slip it back in, and don't pull back too far, or it'll slip out again!"
He searched frenziedly for the slit, and pushed his hard, wet meat back into her, feeling a tremendous sense of relief when it got there.
It belongs in there, it's crazy to take it out, General Lee thought; and out of fear that it might again slip out of that hole of ecstasy, he kept it firmly in place, not daring to move it.
"Fuck me, fuck me, you little idiot," she panted angrily into his ear. "Don't just lie there! Move your body up and down, but don't let your thing slip out of me! Do you understand ?"
He wanted desperately to do the right thing, and now he carefully brought his cock out, only part-way, and then pushed it in. He found that terrific. He did it again, and again, and discovered that the friction on his meat gave him the most excruciating pleasure.
He began to concentrate on that movement, slipping his meat in and out of her, which clearly did some deadly things to her too, for she began to groan and moan and twist her body. He looked down and saw her breasts, the nipples standing up firm and plump, as he had never seen them before. He felt an irresistible desire to kiss them, to get his mouth on them. He did that, and she groaned again. He began hungrily to suck on them, while his body moved up and down, and his cock slid in and out of her.
He suddenly felt the overwhelming pressure again, and he thought that now he would absolutely have to pee into her; there was no way to stop it. His cock went into a terrific swelling just before it happened, and it felt painful, yet tremendous; and then the juice rushed out of him. But it wasn't really like peeing. It had to be something else, because of the tremendous pleasure-pain of this explosion. He kept feeling it, over and over, and it seemed that his cock was shooting something into her, some heavy liquid.
And each time it hit her, she let out a low screech of joy, as if something terrific was hitting her in the crotch. Wow, he thought, this had to be the greatest invention in the world. How come he didn't know about it? Why hadn't somebody told him about it? Who did this? Where was it done? Did only brothers and sisters do it? Who else did it?
He had had no idea that a cock could give such great pleasure. General Lee had discovered sex at twelve, and it was the shock of his young life.
His sister had grabbed him and was writhing around on his stiff cock. Something was happening in her cunt, he could tell, something just as marvelous as what had happened to him. Her face was all twisted in pleasure. He'd never seen such an expression on her before.
He felt good that he had played a game that could bring her such feelings. And he felt that this was a game that they should play over and over and over.
It was crazy that she had not taught him before! It was so much fun! He would gladly give up fishing for this! Even hunting!
He could feel that his pecker had gone soft, and he pulled it out to look at it.
It was all shriveled-up, and smeared with white cream. What on earth was that? It mystified him. Did it come from her or from him? He had thought that he had an intolerable desire to pee, but now all the need to pee had disappeared. But what was this cream?
A very mysterious thing, this fucking thing!
"What's this, Lisa?" He pointed to his limp cock.
"It's love-juice, honey. Nothing to be worried about." She looked at him with a smile. "I guess you kinda liked this thing we did?"
"It was the best, Lisa. Why didn't you tell me about it before? We have wasted lots of time."
"Don't worry about it. You were too young before. Now you're the right age."
He peered at her cunt, which looked whipped from the fucking. "You have a sweet cunt, Lisa. I'm crazy about it."
"I'm crazy about your thing, too, honey. From now on, we'll play more with each other. It's a lot of fun."
"Great fun. I hope we can do it often."
She smiled gently. "Nice to keep it in the family, honey." And she gave him a peck on the cheek.
CHAPTER NINE
Now that General Lee had discovered sex, it was hard to keep him down. His appetite sharpened and he ate like a wolf, and everything he ate went to his prick. His prick, in short, was in a state of super-hardness at all times, especially at night.
He could not, unfortunately, get to Lisa every time his cock erected, so he turned to that sinister yet delightful custom, the solitary vice, and found himself flagellating his young cock over and over, bruising and beating the poor thing until it looked like a battered hunk of red meat.
Dark circles appeared under his eyes, which worried Granny, who insisted that he eat blackstrap molasses.
It was a most amusing game, this beating his meat, but unfortunately a rather lonely one.
General Lee was no great student in English, so he had been obliged to take a short course at summer school.
His teacher, Alma Cherrydale, was a twenty-year-old woman whose idea of hell was teaching English grammar to blockheads in the middle of the summer.
Her favorite blockhead, of course, was General Lee, who resisted new knowledge with a stubborn talent.
Instead of listening to her, the insolent freckled brat kept staring at her legs, or her boobs. He was a cheeky, sawed-off runt who should have his bottom birched, she thought angrily. Yet, in spite of herself, she found the obscene look in his eyes somewhat disturbing.
"General Lee," she said somewhat petulantly one afternoon. "Much as I hate the idea, I am forced to ask you to stay after school with me, to work on the meaning of a gerund."
The idea of hanging around Alma did not exactly horrify General Lee, who had more nerve than brains. He relished the thought that he could be so close to such an obvious sexpot, because his mind had lately become filled with lustful images, as a result of his sex games with Lisa.
So when the other kids teased him about having to tarry with Miss Cherrydale, he just swaggered, and figured it was envy.
After they filed out of the room, he found himself alone with Miss Cherrydale. Sitting in his seat, he could see her legs right smack in front of him as she sat at her slightly elevated desk at the front of the room. If he let his eyes look straight ahead, in fact, he could see some of her thighs; and when she allowed her legs to fall open a little, he could see a flash of silky purple panties, which sent a streak of passion right to his prick. Maybe there was something about purple that did it; or maybe it was the realization that just behind that purple patch, Alma's pussy seethed and burned-at least, that's what General Lee thought.
Is there any more erotic imagination than that of a youngster who has just discovered sex? He thinks that lust is all around him, and that cunts and cocks are in a rage to get together.
Certainly, now that General Lee had discovered the true purpose of his prick, he was on fire to sink it into the nearest cunt.
And the nearest cunt was Alma, the pretty twenty-year-old teacher, whose boyfriend, Tom Hutson, in a moment of spite after a fight with her, had joined the navy and been shipped out to San Diego, California.
Alma had been fit to be tied after that happened, for she had depended on Tom for good therapeutic sex. He had been gone now for a month, and poor Alma's cunt was in an absolute rage of desire. Her mood was vile, and she was likely to pick on anyone in her class for a lambasting, especially General Lee, whose brattishness had recently become particularly repellent.
Just now, for example, that nervy little kid-goat was staring right up her dress, just as insolent as you please--not even trying to be secretive about it.
Something about him had surely changed lately, for until recently he had been the nicest sort of kid, not keen about school, but a real out-doorsy boy, like so many in the county.
Then, suddenly, he seemed to get balky, hated to do anything right, looked goatishly at the girls, and, in fact, had the indecent nerve to stare up her dress all the time.
What on earth was in his twelve-year-old mind? she wondered. He'd become a horny little monster, that was the truth, and she scarcely knew how to handle that! She was hired to teach them grammar, not to contend with some horny satyr, all excited about the interior of her drawers! Did he actually imagine that he could get into them? she wondered. And the idea, fantastic as it was, made her skin tingle.
A thought suddenly hit her, and acting on it instantly, she instructed General Lee to go to the blackboard and write twenty times: I must do my homework everyday.
He got up from behind his desk and started toward the blackboard. Just as she suspected-the devilish little brat had a hard-on! There was no question about it, for it pushed out ponderously from his pants, a healthy stump of flesh, astonishingly big, considering the size of General Lee, who was just a hefty twelve-year-old after all.
She watched him go to the board and write, standing there, all brass nerve and bold cock, dutifully scribbling the sentences.
She found her reaction amazing, jolting, shocking, and curiously exciting. Just because she hadn't had a piece of poontang for a month now, she was crawling the walls for sex! She had not been quite aware of it until this moment, blaming her ugly mood on a dozen other reasons. But the chief reason had to be the terrible state of her body. Her sex-starvation, in short.
After he finished his scribbling, he went back to his seat, and again stared boldly up her dress. The little beast, she thought-and she spread her thighs almost automatically, as if to drive him mad with lust.
She'd teach him to lust after his betters.
The problem was that suddenly she discovered her cunt had gone wet! She found it incredible, this kid staring up her dress with animal lust. He dared to desire her! Well, she would see how far the little beast was prepared to go. After alls there was nobody in the school at this time, and no possibility of interruption.
"General Lee, I think you've become bull-headed lately. Haven't you?"
"Yes, Miss Alma."
"May I ask, General Lee, why you are staring up my dress?"
She had thrown a fast curve at him, expecting it to demolish the little beast. But it didn't.
"It's your purple panties, Miss Alma. I've never seen anything like them,"
She was jolted, but she went on bravely. "You talk as if you have seen lots of panties."
He just shrugged, and boldly went on looking.
Her cunt got wetter, and she despaired.
"I don't think it's just the purple panties that's bugging you."
"That's true." he said.
"What is it then?"
She was going to nail him to his seat now.
"It must be your cunt, just behind those purple panties."
With shaky fingers, Alma took a cigarette out of a pack and lit it.
"Just what are you thinking of, General Lee!" she said, trying to sound angry, but trembling inside.
"Do you really want to know what I'm thinking, Miss Alma?"
"Yes."
"I'm thinking what a big turn-on it would be to crawl between your thighs and kiss it."
There was a long, long silence while Alma felt herself sinking into a state of helplessness. She had, she knew, an irresistible drive now to encourage this obscene little kid, and follow the experience wherever it led. There was no stopping now. The rage in her cunt was like some unquenchable fire. Or at least a fire that could be quenched in only one way!
"Well, General Lee, if you feel like that, you had better go ahead and do it."
He needed no second invitation. It never occurred to him that this was anything strange. His own lusts were so irresistible, he felt that others must feel the same way.
He stood up, his cock pushing against his pants. When he reached the front of the room, he stooped and crawled under the desk, where her legs were spread apart. Huddled down in the space, he reached up and pulled at her panties. He slid them down to her ankles, then pulled them all the way off. He stared with beating heart at her pussy, with its short hair and wet slit.
He knew enough by now to realize that a wet slit meant one thing: turn-on! He leaned forward to the pussy and put his mouth against its softness.
He got his hands on her buttocks and pushed his face even tighter against her cunt. Then he licked it with his tongue. He spread the lips to lick it again, and he could feel the silky inner flesh, and taste the moist elixir of sex.
His cock felt hard as iron, but he wanted to do nothing but stuff his tongue into her pussy. He thought it an unbelievable piece of luck, that he should be eating Alma Cherrydale's pussy! It would have been unthinkable just a month ago. But since he had learned all about the charms of lust through Lisa, General Lee had turned into the horniest kid in Bedelia! He dreamed of cunt all the time. It was an incredible obsession, which followed him continually. His cock was always hard, his eye was always on the girls, and his imagination produced the most erotic fantasies.
Just now the fantasy of eating his teacher's luscious cunt had become a reality! It was a miracle, a dream come true!
He loved the taste, flavor, and feel of her pussy, and his tongue worked into it like a licking machine. Her thighs widened to let it penetrate deeper.
Poor Alma was totally overpowered by what was happening beneath her desk. The beastly kid had an amazing skill for licking pussy. His tongue inside her so affected her that she was almost on the verge of passing out. She felt enslaved by what he was doing. A fabulous kid. Wherever had he learned that? She was not seducing him. He was already seduced!
She looked down at him, at his greedy mouth kissing and loving her cunt. That young freckled face looked so innocent, even with its tongue twisting hard to get deeper into her cunt!
She could hardly stand it anymore. There had been the long frustration, the time that she had spent thinking about Tom Hutson while her cunt boiled with desire. And now this brat's hot tongue was in her cunt, licking it fast and fiendishly. She felt her pussy vibrate like a violin string, and the waves started to hit, one wave after another, as if they would never stop. He was a terrific little termite, with a devilish forked tongue that could give a girl ecstasy! She felt her juices flow, and she grabbed his head and held it hard to her pussy so that he would stay there while she rocketed off!
Afterward, she lay back in her chair, stupefied by what had happened. Then she made a sudden decision.
"Get up on this chair," she said, her voice so commanding that he knew he'd better act fast, or else.
He climbed up on the chair, and to his astonishment she crawled under the desk, so that she was in exactly the position that he had been in, and she opened the zipper of his jeans and brought out his frantic young cock.
She stared in wonder at the red throbbing head, the splendid shaft, the fuzz of hair, and the-tight young balls. It was a stunning hunk of young meat that pulsed with ferocious lust.
She put her hot mouth over the head of it, then licked it, with her tongue. She licked along the shaft, down to the balls. She wondered what his face showed, but she couldn't waste time looking up, because the taste of this hellishly vigorous cock was a feast of joy to her.
She went back to the head and sucked it hard, then took as much of the stiff pole as she could deep into her throat and sucked vigorously on it, molding her lips tightly around the shaft, It was delicious! It was meat to a starved young lady, and greedily and lustily her mouth went up and down on the hefty young cock, sucking and sucking, enjoying the taste of his seeping elixir.
She then dropped to his young balls again, and bathed them tenderly with her tongue and lips. She took each sac into her mouth, saturating it with her saliva.
She pushed her finger into his asshole and tickled it while she licked his balls; then she went back up to the head of his fiercely hot and frenziedly red cock, and sucked violently on it.
Suddenly she felt the prick harden like an iron thing, and swell up to fill her mouth, and then the spunk shot as though from a cannon into her throat, thick, thick cream filling her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, and each time his cock shot its load of cream into her throat, her whole body turned on as if a thousand volts had hit her in the pussy!
She kept his young, stalwart prick in her mouth as it softened, amazed at her passion, amazed that she had grabbed this kid, little General Lee, and put his young cock through the wringer.
It's all because Tom took off for the Navy! she thought bitterly.
"Well, she decided, no use crying over spilt cream. So when they got outside, she said, "Where are you off to now, General Lee?"
"Nowheres in particular, Miss Alma."
He spoke to her politely, to show that just because they had a sex orgy, there was no change in the fact that she was his teacher, and should therefore be treated with respect. Actually, he had been flabbergasted when she had slid under the desk and started to eat him. It had been terrified one of the best times of his young life. Alma Cherrydale, that big-titted doll that all the kids lusted for, sucking his cock!
Nobody, but nobody would have dreamt that he'd be the one to nail down Alma. And of course his lips were sealed. He would never let out a peep about Miss Alma's pussy. He'd get skinned alive, he knew, if he whispered a word.
And Miss Alma knew that he'd keep mum. She'd have him shot gunned on his next hunting trip if he didn't!
When she asked him where he was headed, and he said nowhere, she told him to get into her car; she wanted to take a drive out toward the river.
There were plenty of romantic spots along the river, she knew, where you could park and spark.
"You little brat," she said as they drove through the charming Alabama backwoods country. "Where did you learn this sex thing? Who taught you to do such naughty things?"
He grinned. "I might ask, Miss Alma, who taught you?"
She grinned back. "You are one dirty-minded little beast. I don't know what came over me back there. But I just lost control of myself." She bit her lip. "You're a little devil. Now tell me where'd you learn to do those things?"
"I get around, Miss Alma," he said cagily. He wanted to give her the impression that he was a man of the world, although actually his only experience had been with Lisa.
But Lisa was a dazzling little slut by now, who knew a lot of fiendish sex secrets, gradually collected from her several affairs, And she hadn't hesitated to teach them to her horny brother.
Alma made a quick guess. "Is it Lisa? Are you getting your sex education from her? Tell me, you little sex fiend."
The freckle-faced boy took on a look of dignity. "A gentleman never talks about his affairs," he said softly.
She had to laugh. He was a clever little brat with a super little prick, and she hadn't used him up yet. At his age, he could stay hard for twenty-four hours.
"Where are we going, Miss Alma ?"
"We're going out to a nice secret spot I know."
"And what will we do there?"
"What do you suppose? Have you any ideas, you dirty-minded little brat?"
"I've got a great idea, but I don't dare tell it."
She pulled off the road onto a twisting country lane, which led to a heavily wooded spot that looked down on the lazily winding river.
The late afternoon sun gleamed like a big orange on the surface of the water.
She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, so that he could see her hefty tits. They were beauties, firm mounds of shapely white meat with brown nipples.
Then she reached down and took off her skirt, and then her panties. Now she sat nude on the leather seat of the car. "Get naked, and hurry up, you little beast. I'll tell you what we're going to do. First, you're going to suck my tits. Then you're going to climb on top of me, and fuck me till your little pecker falls off. Do you understand?"
"Aw, gee, Miss Alma."
Then the horny brat did exactly as he was told. He pulled down his jeans, and within moments the juicy little sex fiend was as naked as she was. His body was hefty and well-muscled, and his horrendous young cock was hard again, greedily staring with its one eye at the shapely body nearby.
Alma looked around at the interior of the car. Not enough room, she thought. "We'll get on the grass," she said, taking a blanket from the back of the car. She threw it down on the soft grass, where it made a velvety bed. She lay back on it, her knees spread apart, and crooked her finger at him as he stood there with his upstanding sturdy cock.
"C'mere, you dirty little stud, and suck my tits."
He practically leaped on the big, shapely lumps of lovely white meat, with their fat brown nipples. He got one nip in his mouth and let his tongue work over it, then tried to swallow the whole hunk of meat, because it was that delicious. It was kicky to do this, especially to Miss Alma. She began to moan a bit and twist her hips around, as though her cunt was scalding her. General Lee ran his hand over her flat belly, over the fine curve of her wide hips, down to the pretty pussy. He got his big finger into the hot sheath and wiggled it around.
It drove her up the wall; she twisted and turned and wriggled and writhed until he thought she was going to pass out. He couldn't believe that just his finger could do such great things to her. But Alma was so turned-on by this young kid making love to her, that her cunt had really caught fire.
His sturdy cock was all pumped-up with passion, sticking up hard and hefty, waiting for its joyous moment.
Alma could no longer stand the excitement of what he was doing. Swiftly she threw him on his back, bent over him and started to suck his cock with deep long sucking movements, while holding tightly onto his balls.
She then went down to those balls and licked them fiercely. Then, carried away, she went further down, to his asshole, and her tongue began to ream his asshole happily, as she spread the cheeks of his young behind to give herself better access.
She found this particularly fascinating, and she kept lashing his anus with her tongue until it was tired. After a while she came back to his cock and gave it a couple of long, lingering licks; then she fell back on her butt, pulling him over her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me to death, you dirty little stud!"
She pulled his cock down to her eager cunt, so that he could drive it in. He arched his young ass, and his cock creased the slit, all moist with her juices. He slid it in halfway, pushed some more, went deeper, then shoved it all the way to the hilt.
It was a paralyzing moment. His balls bounced against her mound, and his hands clutched her buttocks. He couldn't help making the comparison of this womanly body, with its lusty, busty flesh, with that of his sister Lisa, who, though deliciously well-shaped, had not yet achieved womanhood.
Alma had her knees up in the air and spread, and he held her silky haunches firmly as he drove his cock in and out of her tight slit. For despite the fact that Alma was far from a virgin, she still had a tight cunt, the sort of cunt that sucked sweetly at the happy cock inside it.
General Lee had never had an experience like it, even with Lisa. Alma knew just how to meet his every thrust, and each time he went deep into her, he could feel her tight hot pussy at his young tool. The sensation was tremendous.
He grabbed her buttocks and began a rhythmic pounding in and out, which she matched by pumping her magnificent haunches up and down; and they kept at it, over and over, on and on.
Because of General Lee's earlier climax, he had a certain amount of durability; therefore, he could keep going without exploding too quickly.
His body began to get sweaty as he worked over her delicious cunt, driving his meat in and out of her endlessly. And Alma went rocketing up like a meteor. Her vulva quivered violently now at each penetration of the hot young cock. She was in ecstasy. She grabbed his body and clutched it to her as her cunt quivered with one come after another. And General Lee, aware that she had exploded in climax, now went all-out, frantically fucking her pulsating pussy until his cock finally swelled gigantically and exploded. He felt a beautiful agony as the cream cascaded into her cunt!
His sweaty body twisted and writhed like an eel as his juices poured out of him.
Finally he stopped moving. He let his cock rest in her cunt until it slowly shriveled up.
He could feel her heart beating like a bird's in the aftermath of the frantic fuck.
He glanced up shyly at her face. She seemed to be in some kind of a trance, as though she had slipped into the gate of paradise.
He grinned. You just couldn't beat the fuck for the greatest fun in the world, he thought.
And Alma was one sweet pussycat, if there ever was one.
Well, this was one way to get a passing mark for the summer class.
CHAPTER TEN
By the time Lisa was seventeen, she had turned into one of the great sexpots of the South. Her figure was nothing short of sensational, with wide splendid hips, a flat belly, long gracefully-shaped legs, and the most magnificent pair of boobs ever to be a feast for a man's eyes.
She had long since learned that sex was the ultimate fun game, and that once her desire was aroused she could be the horniest girl on the block. She tried, of course, to keep that her secret, and outwardly looked like a prim, innocent girl, ready to swoon at the sight of a rambunctious cock. The swoon, in truth, would have been the result of lust more than of fear, but who would know that?
Greta, who knew a good thing when she licked it, had kept in touch with Lisa, and invited her up to Washington after she left school. Poor Lisa was not the greatest student in the world. Her focus was more on pleasure than on intellect. When she came to Washington, she was overpowered by the magnificent buildings and by the beauty of the city. She thought it might be a nice place to work in, but unfortunately she had little training for anything.
Greta, who had not seen Lisa for almost a year, was delighted at the way she had developed, becoming sexier in every way, and she insisted that Lisa stay with her until she could find her own place. Greta was working for one of the top congressmen, a man of great dignity and robust lust. He had discovered early that she was a better "suckertary" than a typist, but that was all right. After all, it was quite important, he figured, for a congressman to be kept happy so that he could do a decent job for his constituents. If you didn't have peace of mind, it sort of screwed your thinking. Anyway, that was how he justified his use of Greta, who knew exactly what to do when Congressman O'Toole asked her to come in for a little dictation.
He dictated, of course, that she give him a blow job, and take her time about it.
O'Toole did a good job politically; he was immensely popular with other politicians, and could do a lot to help them in important little ways. He was a benefactor to them, especially when it paid off, and he knew how to manipulate the world pretty damned cleverly.
He did a conscientious job for his constituents, for he knew that the voters somehow paid off at the polls if he worked hard to see that government profited them a bit. After all, that was democracy. He did his bit for your county, just as the other politicos did it for theirs, and in the long run it all evened out.
So O'Toole never felt the least bit uneasy if he got a good chunk of the "pork barrel" for his constituents-or for himself.
So when he first discovered Greta, a voluptuous hussy with the sort of boobs that beat him over the head, he hired her instantly, to discover later that she was not the world's greatest typist. But it scarcely mattered.
After all, she was a great cocksucker, as he discovered quickly enough. He discovered it when they had to work late one night. He had some booze in the office, and poured a bit for them both while they were taking a break.
They were sitting together on the sofa, and just by accident she let her hand brush over his pants. He had been thinking about the housing bill, to which he wanted to make some contributions on the floor next day; but the touch of her hand on his cock was like the touch of a flame.
He couldn't concentrate anymore on business; instead he stared at her tits. The way they pushed against her dress was a crime, and he had the wildest urge to open the dress and nuzzle on her tit.
He wondered what would happen if he did such a thing. There was a soft, permissive quality about Greta, an low-key attitude that made him think she would not be shocked if he were suddenly to open his zipper and bring out his truncheon. She was a cool doll, and he had had secret lusts for her in the middle of the night.
But naturally in his position, he could not afford to get lightly involved.
He would have loved to get his dick heavily involved, though, if that were possible.
He began then to talk about the heavy responsibilities of his job, and how they left so little time for him to find a way to ease the burden. He needed, he said, someone who could understand him, who appreciated the burdens of office, and who had a sense of playfulness, so he could occasionally shed the cares of his position.
Greta understood instantly what he was talking about, for she was a woman of wide experience, and in her time she had confronted a whole barrage of cocks that needed relief from the cares of the world. She understood what to do about them, and she smiled charmingly at O'Toole.
"I think I understand what you mean," she said, and her tongue slipped out of her mouth to lightly lick her lips.
O'Toole was positively enchanted at the sight of her tongue, and he suggested they have another drink. Anyway, he said, it was silly to overwork at this time of the night.
"The night," he said, "was made for fun. We ought not to overdo our obligation to the citizens. If we work too hard, it will lower our efficiency."
"Yes, Congressman," she said. " 'The night was made for fun.' How well you put it. You have, if I may say so, a knack for the right phrase. I have noticed it before."
He smiled at her. This girl had a fine potential for passionate appreciation, he decided, and he would cultivate her.
He poured more drinks, and they sipped and loosened up a bit more. He was looking at her tits now with much more confidence, aware that there was a good chance that he might be licking those luscious lumps shortly.
The thought made him drool, and he drank some more.
As for Greta, she liked the virile-looking O'Toole, whose red face she took for a sign of a hot nature. If she appreciated anything, Greta really enjoyed a stud, a man who believed in the good life, who liked to fuck, liked to eat, liked good living. Greta had a very simple philosophy of life: Enjoy thyself. And wherever she found herself in life, she tried industriously to live up to that dictum. It took a hell of a lot of discipline to stay with it, too, because so many earnest people were fascinated with the work ethic in this country.
But she knew well enough how to steer a clear passage to pleasure, and when she had been hired by Congressman O'Toole, she had deliberately pushed her tits at him, so that he would get the idea that there was more to her than just a working partner. She believed in communicating very clearly the promise of pleasure to someone who was important.
In that way she could enjoy the pleasures of the bed, and the good things of life: good food, comfort, luxurious surroundings. Greta was not a pupil in the school of self-denial.
So when O'Toole, flushed with bourbon, laughingly patted her thigh, she smiled at him, letting him know that his touch was most delightful to her, and strongly to be encouraged.
And when he put his arm over her shoulder, she leaned into him a bit, and turned so that her heavy tit made contact with his chest. O'Toole felt a bit of a burn where it touched him. And then he felt his tool respond, lazily stirring, aware that there were erotic possibilities very close-by.
And there surely were, for when he turned to face her, he found her face close to his, looking warm, affectionate, and expectant. So he planted a kiss on her lovely mouth, and felt her answering pressure. He put his arms around that buxom body and kissed her more fervently, especially when her tongue slipped out like a quick snake and probed his mouth, sliding over and around his tongue.
Before he knew what was happening, she had let her hand fall upon his pecker, which was pushing hard against his pants, as if trying to get a straight look at the choice morsel that was doing such enchanting things to him.
This excited O'Toole more than ever, and he boldly reached inside her dress to cup his hand against her bare tit, finding her nipple plump and erected. He pinched it playfully, then pulled the breast out and went for it like "an arrow to its mark, taking the nipple firmly in his mouth and licking up a storm.
Greta was delighted that the congressman was not too slow. To encourage him still further, she reached down, unzipped his pants with practiced fingers, and reached in for the political pecker that was straining to get a glimpse of the world.
It was not a bad hunk of meat, she thought and fitted it firmly into her palm. She looked down at it, and its blind head gaped up at her, all flushed with passion, its one eye staring steadily at her, its veins pumping beneath the flesh.
At the sight of the cock, Greta's motor turned on full-blast, for she had always loved the sight of cock, and her craving now was to tuck this one into her hot pussy. But O'Toole was not a man to rush these things. He pushed her head down to it.
"Give it a couple of licks," he coaxed her.
Some nice loving licks, she thought, as she bent down to the pecker, which waited anxiously for a bit of caressing. She got her tongue on the head and licked it gently, then moved down the shaft, meanwhile balancing his balls in the palm of her hand. She held his balls so that his cock curved up toward her mouth, and she began to give him some fantastic head, sucking, licking, kissing, nibbling-a long, lingering, loving treatment that made him slide back on the sofa, hypnotized with pleasure.
When she got him way up there, way high on the mountain, just waiting for the devastating blast to sweep him up to heaven, Greta came to a screeching stop.
"Don't stop.!" he pleaded. "Not now'."
"My poor darling," she said in a warm affectionate tone, as she pulled her clothing off. "I know exactly how you feel. However, we're going to take good care of him. We're going to put him exactly where the brute belongs."
By this time she was totally nude, and her voluptuous body was a feast for his eyes, and her honey-cunt was spread in front of him. She raised his tool, and sat on it, letting it impale her cunt, wiggling until she had taken the whole weapon deep into her.
"Ahhhh," she sighed rapturously, for it surely was a moment of joy for her. She had built up his prick to its most splendid development, and the heat and hardness of it in the depths of her cunt was pure pleasure for her. She had no intention of letting Mr. O'Toole fire his load, and leave her wandering in the depths of misery with a hot empty cunt. Not by a long shot. A girl like Greta always thought of the ultimate goal, and that was for her to get her big blows, her orgasms. She understood very well the reason why men were born -to turn her cunt on to the big 0!
So she jiggled her ass up and down on his cock, while he lay on the sofa, his hands going to her tits to caress their heavenly heaviness.
He didn't even have to move his rump, for she did her thing above him, bouncing energetically and squeezing her cunt muscles on his cock. It was the warmest, coziest feeling he had had for a long time.
It was even better than delivering an eloquent speech in the House to the applause of the galleries.
This Greta was a find, he was thinking, as she kept up the long sweet stroking of her cunt over his cock. He would certainly keep his head clear of the worries of office as long as he could tempt her to give him head on those days when he suffered the pangs of a frustrated prick.
A guy needs to get his balls worked over, he thought as he watched her splendid young body work marvelously over his cock, squeezing small droplets of juice out of it, tokens of what was to come. She knew how to give a guy a good time, all right. He leaned back luxuriously on the sofa, letting her do the work.
After all, a conscientious congressman had to save his energy for the nation. And if she did the labor of love, he would have that much more energy for running the country.
Congressman O'Toole smiled to himself, He had the best of two worlds, the world of politics and the world of pleasure. He couldn't ask for anything better. It didn't cost him a nickel, either, because the girl's salary came out of the national treasury.
It was a terrific system. The girl got a fine salary, and he got his balls cleaned out, so that his mind could work better for the sake of the country. Everything worked out beautifully for everybody.
Her cunt was squeezing his cock hard, and the delicious sensations were piling up. She was not a quick screw, for she knew when to slow down and when to speed up, as she pumped her haunches over his cock and balls.
It was a lazy kind of fuck; and he enjoyed that once in a while. Of course, later, he would show her some more sophisticated pleasures. He liked, for example, to paddle a girl's butt. It gave another dimension to the enjoyment of sex. To beat her ass would be nothing short of delicious, he thought. They would get to that sort of thing eventually.
But now she was still riding him, and he was about to reach the promised land. He grabbed her buttocks ferociously and began to pump his cock into her in rhythm with her bouncing movements. They both went off at the same time, and her spasming cunt milked his cock of its juice. When it was over, she leaned forward to plant a sweet, gentle kiss on his nose.
The congressman was enchanted with his discovery of Greta. He soon found that she was something of a nympho, with an insatiable cunt; so rather than be a hog about her, he slipped her to a couple of his intimate friends occasionally. She never minded, for she was quite greedy for cock, and naturally the boys in the back rooms didn't mind either.
She had proved to be a discreet little hussy, so everything was okay-quite perfect, in fact.
The political boys never felt that they were doing anything wrong. Congressmen were just as human and as horny as anyone else. Why shouldn't they be allowed to indulge in a bit of playful poontang when it didn't hurt anyone?
That's how they figured it. They congratulated themselves on the good life they had, and were naturally quite discreet about it.
So things were going nice and harmoniously in the arena of political sex when Lisa came to Washington for a visit.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
By this time Greta knew most of the political bigwigs, and her contacts were quite impressive. So when Lisa, charmed by the beauty of Washington, decided it might be fun to work there, she talked to Greta about it, and she could have consulted no one better.
Greta thought long and hard, trying to come up with the politician who would most appreciate the superb loveliness of a doll like Lisa, who was such an obviously delectable dish that Greta felt she must have a top-drawer man.
After strenuous thought, she decided on "Bull" Harden, a fifty-year-old congressman who had ties to the big powers in Washington, and knew his way around the luxury life. She made a tryst with Bull, and she and Lisa met him one night at his elegant home in a lovely suburb just outside of Washington. Bull was lately divorced, and was quite hard-up. He was called Bull because of his vigorous and powerful build, and perhaps because of his bullish sex drive.
He was popular on the Washington party circuit and made all the key gatherings, where lots of political trading was done. Society hostesses appreciated having him around, but he was too crafty to fool with such women, aware that they could be political dynamite.
He preferred a hot-blooded secretary, a dynamite doll with a hot snatch who sometimes liked a bit of gently punitive sex.
Bull, like O'Toole, had a taste for discipline in sex. It gave him a more intense turn-on. Naturally, he couldn't find such tastes too easily among most women. He rather liked to train a young girl in the charms of disciplined sex, and he always kept his eye open for someone who could qualify.
He had a fine intimacy with Greta, and when she told him of a terrific young thing, just in from Alabama, splendidly equipped for all the charms of bedroom dalliance, it made him drool.
The sight of Lisa made him drool even harder. She had a soft, permissive quality about her, plus the super body of a girl in a Playboy gatefold. She was perfectly sculptured from the line of her tits to the line of her buttocks.
Bull, as a connoisseur of the female figure, lusted madly for that heavenly body, which was easily visible under the charming silk-fringed dress that clung exquisitely to Lisa's superb form.
He instantly brought out the martinis. They sat in his big living room, which was decorated with hunting trophies brought back from his safaris in Africa: a tiger skin and a lion's head, as well as African masks and spears.
Bull was a devotee of the hunt, in the jungle of Africa, and in the world of the female.
And Lisa looked like the trophy of a champion!
"Where are you from, honey?" he asked her.
"From a small town in Alabama," she said. "You may never have heard of it. Most people haven't. Perhaps because it's just three blocks long."
"Well, small towns have nurtured some of our best senators and presidents," Bull said, sipping his drink, his eyes glued to her gorgeous globes.
Then Greta, who liked poetry, quoted: "'Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.' "
"It would be a pity for Lisa to spend her sweetness in a tiny place where they could not appreciate it," Bull said.
"She's quite interested in working here in Washington," Greta said.
"Is she? Then certainly she should. It's a fine training school for important work. And you'd be surprised how vitally necessary some good secretaries prove to be. They work very close to the men who make decisions that influence the way this country will go."
"That would be exciting," said Lisa. "But I have to confess that I am not trained for anything."
"What's her shorthand speed and her typing speed?" Bull asked Greta.
Greta shook her head. "She might need a course. They don't have secretarial schools in Bedelia."
"Can she type her name?" Bull asked desperately.
"Just about, if she looks at the keys," Greta said.
Bull stared at Lisa's tits again, and decided that her inability to type had nothing to do with it. She was too good to waste on a typewriter. He would pull a few strings so that she would bypass the screening process; and that would take care of it.
Meanwhile she could go to a school at night, if necessary, and learn how to pound a typewriter- not that he needed her for that activity. Anyone built like the goddess Venus really shouldn't have to slave over a hot typewriter. She could slave over his hot dick, he thought lustfully.
He was feeling the martinis, and lechery was stealing into his loins. They would eat, and he would ply them with more liquor, and before long he would have them both in his bedroom, wired for erotic love.
Even though Greta didn't know it, Bull had a secret camera behind a two-way mirror that could pick up his elegant bed-games in color. In the boring hours of his insomnia, he could replay such scenes for his amusement. Bull needed plenty of prurient sex to soothe his overactive mind. He did a lot of manipulating in the course of his political life, and he needed as much peace of mind as he could get. He got some when he quieted the savage urgings of his flesh.
And there could be no doubt that this new sex-pot could do a lot to quiet the brute that lurked in his body!
"Well, let's not worry about her typing. A good girl nowadays is hard to find," he said, and poured another drink. They were beginning to feel pretty loose from the booze.
While they had an elegant buffet dinner, helping themselves to lobster and shrimp and other goodies, they drank and laughed and made indelicate talk about some lurid scandals that only political insiders knew about.
Lisa was astonished to hear that some of the most famous people in town were involved in backstreet romances that would scandalize America if the word ever got out.
"But it's all hush-hush. And nobody dares drop a word about it," Bull told them, stuffing his mouth with lobster. He enjoyed eating almost as much as he enjoyed screwing, and he knew that the one depended on the other, in a way. Because you had to take in energy to do a great job in bed. That was why he was a devotee of gourmet eating.
He also kept staring at Lisa's legs and wondering about the good meal he might have between them sometime that night. He felt certain that with everyone so relaxed, there had to be some great carousing ahead.
Then Greta told of how she had once seen this famous senator walk into the room right next to hers at the Mayflower Hotel.
Then, just by accident, she saw a famous dancer, a stripper, in fact, who had done sizzling strip acts all up and down the coast, go into the same room.
It looked like a delicious piece of gossip, and Greta just had to find out if anything was really happening there. She knew the senator had a thing with the demon rum, and also a great talent for sexual dalliance.
So she went next door, intending to say that she had made a mistake and gone into the wrong room.
The door was unlocked, so she walked in.
The scene was one to knock you on your tail, she told Lisa and Bull. "There was the stripper, naked as a jay, on her hands and knees, with a pearl necklace dangling from her neck, and her tits were dangling, too. They were whoppers, giant-size," Greta said, laughing. "And where do you suppose the senator was? Right behind the stripper with his hands on her buttocks, drunk as a lord, and trying to get his tool into her."
Greta laughed. "Naturally, I played it as cool as I could. 'I wonder if I'm in the right room?' I said to them. They were boiled, drunk out of their minds, and they stared at me, trying to get the message clearly.
" 'I wonder if you are, too.' the stripper said in a funny Spanish accent.
" 'Sure,' the senator said. 'You're in the right room. Why don't you join us? Be glad to have you in the party.'"
"I just waved at them. 'Not this time,' I said."
Greta laughed. "I had plenty of political dynamite if I ever wanted to use it. That senator was one of the biggest men in the Capitol, too. But I would never tip my mitt about the bedroom games of the boys. After all, they do have the right to have fun, just like anyone else. Why should there be one rule for them and another for other men? They get horny, too. Right, Bull?"
"Right," said Bull; but he was scarcely paying attention to her, since he couldn't take his eyes off the delicious, enchanting Lisa, whose face looked as innocent as if she had never heard of sex before.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bull looked at Lisa with total lust, unable to suppress the flock of deliciously depraved ideas that fluttered through his mind. Bull could scarcely wait to see her lovely flesh, the curve of her tit, the enchanting mouth of her cunt. He yearned for the sight of her naked body. The liquor had gone straight to his lecherous gonads, and his cock felt as if it would burst with lust.
It was when he was in this state that he most enjoyed the battle of the sexes. His cock felt stuffed with joy juices and eager for a love target to shoot at.
His eyes caressed the lips, the mouth that soon, he imagined, would be wrapped around his tool? making the sweet sounds of sucking.
This image was like a kick in the head to him. He sipped his drink and told himself to bide his time, to behave like a gentleman, to control his animal impulses, because it would all pay off later.
So he pretended to listen to Greta tell the comic incident of the hotel room. He knew the politician, a guy who just couldn't handle his bourbon. What a sickness was there! It was sad, if you thought about it; these men had the world by the tail-because, in fact, political men did. They had everything going for them, yet they could screw it all up by doing their thing in public, ruining it all!
You could fuck yourself up if you didn't learn how to handle the bottle or how to handle your women, Bull thought. Nothing like that could ever happen to him. He was just too shrewd and careful. Of course women weren't as bad as booze. For it had never yet happened that a womanizer in Congress had gotten into serious trouble. He couldn't think of one incident. Yeah, cunt was okay. But booze was the no-no. Booze was dynamite.
He could drink here, in the privacy of his home, and carouse a bit with a couple of captivating quiffs. But he would never go racing into any public hotel where prying eyes and gossip-mongers could ruin his rep. Bull was a bawdy guy, but he was no blockhead!
Bull smiled with self-satisfaction and contemplated the girls. What a stunning little bitch this Lisa was! He hadn't seen anything like her in years. Pure honey, and probably a honey-cunt too. He could practically smell the honey.
Now the big trick was to get them started. Not that it was much of a trick. He just had to make a pass at Greta and she would peel off her things; and that, in turn, would turn on Lisa. Right?
But it was dumb of him even to make a plan, since they had both drunk so many martinis that, by this time, all he had to do was say something sexy, and presto, cunto! At least, that's how Bull figured it.
And so as he brought the drink over to Greta he leered at her luscious tits.
"Do you know what I would love to do, Greta?"
"I'd be an idiot not to know," she said.
"Well, I wish you'd let me tell you," he complained.
"Okay. Tell me."
"I'd like to lick your pussy."
"What else is new?" she said.
Greta smiled, but Lisa did not.
He turned to her. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings, Lisa?"
"Yes." Her cat-green eyes stared at him.
"Why, then, I'd like to lick you, too, if you must Greta smiled again. "Well, Lisa, if he wants to do that sort of thing, why should we stop him?"
Lisa said nothing, but ran her hand over her left breast, as if something there needed to be caressed.
Greta said, "Yes, Lisa, I think it might be a nice thing to give this brute his head. I have heard he has a great taste for cunt."
Lisa by this time was indeed feeling the martinis. She felt very loosened-up, even lustful. She liked the idea of playing sex games while high on booze, and she couldn't help remembering the time when she, Greta and Uncle Mike had done all those indelicate things with each other.
But she hesitated, looking at the vigorous, dynamic man standing in front of her.
"Do you think it's right? I mean, Mr. Hardin is in government. He should be an example of morality."
Bull grinned. "Did you ever hear the saying, Miss Lisa, that a stiff cock has no morality?"
She smiled sweetly. "Well, I'm just a li'l ol' southern girl from a li'l ol' town in Alabama, and I haven't heard very much, if you must know."
"Well," said Bull lustfully, "we're going to teach you a lot up here in this wicked city." He reached over and put his lips on hers, then laid a hand on her tit. He was flabbergasted at how full and plentiful it was. He stroked it gently and felt the nipple stiffening deliciously, telling him that this sweet young beauty was responding to the promise of sex.
Greta, meanwhile, turned-on by the sight of the kissing lovers, went over to them, dropped to the rug at Bull's feet and opened the zipper of his pants. Pulling out his fat, ferocious-looking pecker, she gave it a gentle kiss, and then a couple of sweet lingering licks over its rambunctious head.
Then she pulled and jerked on his pants until they came off, and his shorts with them, so that his cock and balls were now delightfully visible.
"I like to see the goodies," she explained. Still on her knees, she shifted over to Lisa, pulled up her dress and pulled down her silky panties to reveal her exquisitely formed venus mound and her lovely young cunt, surrounded by golden hair.
Greta instantly felt an intense desire to lash that cunt a bit with her ever-loving tongue. She leaned forward to plant a kiss on the mound, then on top of the slit. Then, overpowered by the taste and touch of Lisa's cunt, she fell to giving it a serious licking.
This put Lisa into a state of high-octane excitement, and she reached for Bull's ponderous pole, heavy and swollen with lust, and stroked it.
Bull now reached into Lisa's dress and pulled out the tit he had been fondling. With a gasp, he lowered his head to it and began to titillate the fat, erect nipple with his hot tongue.
Lisa felt a great gush of excitement as a result of this double attack on her pussy and her tits. She slumped down on the couch, while Greta, awed by the feast in front of her, spread Lisa's thighs, the better to penetrate her target. She dug her tongue into Lisa's pussy and whipped it around, making contact with the clit, and feeling her own cunt juice up as she worked.
Greta loved to lick pussy, and naturally, delectable pussy like Lisa's made her rapturous. She whipped it and worried it with her tongue, separating the lips of the cunt with her fingers, determined to get as deep as possible.
Meanwhile Bull had stripped off Lisa's dress, the better to get at her sweet and bountiful tits. He went from one nipple to the other, sucking them, kneading the heavenly globes as if trying to squeeze out of them the juice of love.
For Lisa, it was an ecstatic scene, simultaneously having her pussy scrubbed by Greta's tongue and her tits sucked by Bull's hungry mouth.
She felt quivers of pleasure streaking through her loins, a sweet, soaring excitement that promised to launch her into the heaven of sex.
But Bull wanted a bit of excitement for himself now. He stopped sucking on Lisa's tit and brought his huge swollen cock up to her face.
Her eyes gleamed at the sight of the great slab of meat throbbing with fiendish lust. It seemed like a truncheon, stout and strong, meant to club her pussy into submission.
But Bull wanted to get his cock sucked, and. he shoveled his horrendous hunk of meat toward Lisa's fair lips. She did the nicest thing she could think of-she put her lovely mouth on his super prick and gave it a wetting-down with her warm tongue. She pulled on the smooth head, which looked to her just like a soldier's helmet. She licked it lovingly, and then went up and down the shaft with her tongue. She took hold of the balls and licked them too, enjoying their curious shape as she took each singly into her mouth, tenderly plying it with her tongue.
And all the while she could feel Greta working cleverly in her pussy. She was experiencing the most excruciating of thrills: licking Bull's stallion-sized cock while getting her hot cunt worked on!
She just adored it, and the tingles rippling through her vulva made her devour as much as she could of Bull's dynamite cock, sucking it deep into her throat.
Lisa was somewhat astonished that Bull, who, after all, was a mature man of fifty, could have such a vigorous cock. She was only seventeen, and not all that familiar with the variety of men and their performance. In any case, this was a terrific trio, and a fabulous, frenzied, delicious experience.
Her appreciation of Bull's cock was beyond words. Even as she sucked on his great shaft, she could feel the sweet thrills, the quiverings of pleasure going on and on in her vagina. There seemed to be some marvelous erotic connection between her cunt and her mouth-and Greta's tireless tongue was intensifying those sensations incredibly.
She stroked his hanging balls as she sucked even harder on his potent prick.
Bull, looking down at Lisa's sweet, fresh, lovely face, was delighted that a girl so young and so marvelous was doing this thing to him.
He glanced over at Greta, working on Lisa like a sucking machine, her tongue piercing the girl's cunt repeatedly, looking as though she was in the clutch of ecstasy.
He felt a sudden desire for something a bit offbeat. He wanted Greta to give him a ream job while he screwed Lisa. That seemed like a real fun idea. Greta was the sort of cunt who loved to use her tongue and her mouth. He had fucked her frantic mouth often enough to know that she could get orgasms from using her lips.
So he suddenly pulled his cock out of Lisa's gluttonous mouth, and then eased Greta away from the girl's cunt. Greta looked perturbed. He grinned at her wolfishly. "How about a nice ream job, darling?" he said.
And then he got between Lisa's thighs, gazed at her moist slit, wet from Greta's lickings, and put the head of his hard, mammoth cock at the entrance to that sweet-looking cunt.
He pushed in a bit, and felt the delicious resistance. She had a seventeen-year-old's cunt, all honey and tightness. He pushed a little harder, feeling the clutch of the tight snatch about his muscled meat. What a terrific scene this is, he thought, pushing in further, feeling the sweet clinging flesh, wet and wonderful, gripping the sides of his throbbing prong. Ah, the beauties of a sweet young fuck, he thought lecherously.
He listened to her soft groans of pleasure as he kept pushing his stalwart tool into her, until finally the whole of his monster meat had gone in, all the way to the hilt. What a fiendishly hot thing her snatch was!
Then he stopped and waited.
And then he smiled.
Because behind him, he could feel Greta's fingers parting the cheeks of his ass. Then he felt her face pressing between them, as her wet tongue delicately probed for his anus, and found it. Her lips wetly kissed it as her tongue pierced the tender tissues. It was a deliciously depraved pleasure to feel the nerves of his asshole vibrate under the stimulus of her quick tongue.
He was going to piss all over Greta when this was over, he thought excitedly. She was the sort of woman he loved to piss on.
Meanwhile his huge cock was still buried deep in Lisa's velvety vulva. He began to raise his hips slowly, pulling his giant tool from its delightful sheath. Grasping her hips, he slid back into the warm depths again, then worked his prong in and out, letting the head rub hard against her clit, feeling with each thrust the beautiful pleasure of fucking.
She was a real piece of pastry, he thought, something he wouldn't be able to get quite so easily if he weren't a big man in government, a man with big-time connections. Because Bull knew that women worshipped power. They were suckers for power. Even the luscious Lisa had spread her thighs, he thought, not because he was a male, but because he symbolized power. They always responded to power, Bull thought, just as the female in the animal world responded to it. The female stood around and waited for two males to fight, and then she fucked the winner. In the world of man, it was really the same thing, only a bit disguised. Money was power, too. It made women kowtow to you. They were quick to suck your cock if you had a big bank account. Perhaps. Bull thought, they were sucking money, not prick, at such a time.
Happy that he possessed this aphrodisiac called power, Bull now fell to fucking Lisa hard and vigorously, pummeling her pussy and feeling terrific.
He grabbed her silky buttocks, his fingers pressing into the sensuous flesh. She rose now to meet his thrusts, and her breath came faster, Then she moaned as his cock swelled enormously and hesitated for one gigantic moment of joy before it went off in a terrific burst of love juice.
Lisa stifled a scream when the juice hit her cunt. She felt great flutterings of pleasure as her orgasm swept through her body.
Bull rested in the warm, pulsating pussy for a while, letting his big cock go soft.
Greta was still working her mouth on his asshole. He focused on that sensation for a while, enjoying the dartings of her tongue.
Then he pulled out Ms cock, now limp, but still long and big. He stood up, and taking hold of Greta's hand, he pulled her with him as he headed out of the room.
She came along, a secret smile on her lips.
In the bathroom, she got into the bathtub and waited. He started to pee on her. First on her tits, then her cunt; then he moved up to her face. She opened her mouth, and he peed into it.
It gave him a terrific jolt of excitement to do that-even more than fucking Lisa!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Now there was no doubt in the mind of Bull Hardin, big-time politician, that he could use a girl like Lisa on his staff.
Oh, she couldn't type, and didn't know a thing about steno, but what the hell, she didn't have to be perfect. He would put her on his staff and she could sit around the office and decorate it, for she was charming to look at, with her cat-green eyes and silky skin and gleaming golden hair.
He could, in his moments of weariness, look at her luscious lips, and think of all the fun things they could do with his cock, and that would instantly lighten his load.
He had lots of responsibilities in Washington for he had to take care of his part of the country, make sure that the voters of his state got their fair share of government spending. And that took shrewd trading, because politics, as Bull understood it, was the art of getting one hand to wash the other. And that took a talent for manipulating people, for getting on the right side. It meant knowing the most powerful people on committees, and men high in the echelons of government power. It meant going to many social functions, acting a part, smiling at the right faces, stroking the right men-or their wives.
That was politics, not only in this country, but everywhere.
Bull was a realist, not a visionary, not an idealist who thought everything should be right in this world. Bull figured that the world had been made imperfect, and that it would continue to be imperfect long after he departed the scene. It was the idle dream of unrealistic men to think that they could fix-up all the injustice they found in the system. It never happened. But in every generation there were always the men who knew how to take care of their own people. They realized you could never really take care of everyone. The world just hadn't been made like that.
Bull reasoned it out quite early in life. The prizes in life went to the powerful men, and if you couldn't be powerful yourself, you hooked onto a man who had power, so that some of it reached you.
That was how the government operated, with one big man on top, and the lines of power flowing downward from him.
To be in touch with that power was Bull's job, for then he could get things for his people, and for himself, too. It was a full-time job, and it took a lot of hard thinking, and sweat, and also knuckling under when he had to. He hated to knuckle under-most men did-but he knew when it had to be done.
But after he did it, he always felt that he had to get something out of his system. He felt all jangled-up inside, and he needed a woman to work over, just to feel good again.
Lisa was right for him-a tender, sweet, innocent-looking little bitch with a body like a goddess. A body he badly wanted to get close to when he was feeling jangled-up, and had to dump his lousy feelings.
And he wanted something else from Lisa. He wanted to be able to spank her ass. He wanted to play the strange erotic games that made him feel so good. But they would have to go off to a motel to do that sort of thing. They had to have the utmost privacy. Nobody must find out. It was a secret sort of sex, weird, yet so exciting that it made him tingle all over to think of it. It always made him feel great about himself afterward. Because he could get all the ugly feelings out of himself.
One Friday, after a very rough session with a leader of his party, in which he had mishandled a delicate situation, Bull felt that the time had come to show Lisa some of these games.
He came from this session feeling all chewed-up and ready to eat nails. When Lisa, who had been lounging around the office, saw the storm on his face, she knew it meant a hard time on the mattress. But that was all right with her.
"Let's get the hell out of here," he said to her.
Lisa got her things together, and they went out to his car. He had a few things locked in the back of his car, just for emergency, and so they started off, streaking up the road, to find a private motel outside of Washington, where nobody knew them and they could lock themselves in for a while and do their thing.
While Bull drove, he kept thinking of the miserable bastard who had just reamed him out, and what he would like to do to him, but could not. It could mean his ass if he got careless.
He needed a good drunk and a few sex games to get it out of his system.
That was the way he handled these things.
He glanced over at Lisa sitting alongside him-a golden-haired, tender piece of honey-cunt, all of seventeen. He looked down at her tits, bulging partway out of her low-cut shirt. He breathed hard. His loins ached.
He needed to discharge all the goddam tension from his cock, one way or another, for that would put the world right again.
He'd whip her ass, all right. That always helped him get some of the hard feelings out of his body. He thought of her luscious plump ass, and his cock jumped.
But first she would do a few things to him. He knew he had to get himself mistreated, and then he would work out the ugly feelings by working on her. That was the way he liked it best.
Finally they found the Sleepy Hollow Motel, where they got a couple of rooms. They needed lots of space, because Bull hated to feel closed-in at times like this.
He brought out the suitcases, in which he had several quarts of scotch, and a couple of leather outfits.
They took a shower and put on their robes, and he began to drink.
Lisa drank along with him, though more slowly. She didn't have any jangled feelings to get out of her. After all, her job was pretty cushy, and she rarely had anything to do other than sit around and collect a very hefty salary.
Every once in a while, Bull would crook his finger at her, and she would go off with him to a motel where she did the sort of things that she enjoyed most. And it would be terrific, and then she would collect her paycheck again.
She rarely sweated, and if she ever had to lift a finger to do any work, it lasted about seven minutes, as a rule.
So here she was, in a motel room with her vigorous and potent employer and his gorgeous hunk of cock. It was all very easy to take, she was thinking.
They sat there in their robes as Bull talked about some shitass politician who had given him a hard time. Bull hated him because he had kept Bull from seeing the top man.
"It's all jealousy," Bull said. "This guy was never elected, yet he has more power than anyone. He makes the decisions on who gets in to see the Man. It's just a crazy setup. And then he has the goddam nerve to put me on the fire because I forgot to handle a certain thing."
Bull never told Lisa many details of his deals, for he took care not to put too much information into the hands of a secretary. You never knew. If they wanted to "rub you out," they might get to your staff people, put tapes on them, and get some hot goods. Then you'd be dead. So Bull always talked to Lisa in very vague generalities. He wanted to unload the grief in his system, but he had to do it discreetly. He was always careful.
They kept drinking and talking until Bull felt he was ready to have some fun.
"Listen," he said. "I want to play this game. I want you to tie me up. And then you tell me all the things you want me to do to you. I mean, give me a hard time, you understand? It's a game. Don't spare me. Do the wildest things you can imagine. It won't bother me. In fact, the worse you are to me, the better I'll like it. That's the kind of mood I'm in right now. Will you do it?"
Lisa had no experience with discipline in sex, though in some of her encounters she had sensed sadistic tendencies in her sex partners. But Bull's idea seemed a bit fantastic-especially when she saw the leather bindings that he brought out. But she had enough liquor in her now to go along with it.
"Put this stuff on me," he said.
She almost laughed. "You really want me to tie you up?"
"Yes," he snarled.
She shrugged her lovely shoulders, and tied the leather thongs the way he wanted, so that he was entirely nude, with his legs and wrists bound together.
"Now," he said, "if I don't please, you, or do anything you want, you are to use that leather strap there. Fan my tail with it. Or hit me anywhere you please."
She stared at him. His cock was already half-hard at the very idea of the game. She realized that it really excited him.
Okay, if he was a nut, she would go along with him. She rather fancied the idea of having a man tied-up and at her mercy. Actually, having the strap in her hand gave her a sense of mastery. She found that it made her feel pretty good.
She took a sip from her glass, feeling almost numb in the head from the quantity of booze that she'd already imbibed. There was something about booze that made you feel that everything was okay.
She stared at him, holding the belt in her hand. Here he was, bound and helpless, and she could do anything that she wanted with him. That was the game.
The weirdness of the idea excited her suddenly, as if she realized the totality of her power. She had power over a man. It was usually the other way around. Men usually had power over women, made them do what they wanted. Now she had Bull Hardin, one of the most important guys in the Washington scene, in her power.
What did she really want from him?
She looked at his cock and balls, and she smiled. She always wanted that. But she liked other things. She figured, from what he had told her, that he wanted to be put down, humiliated. Wasn't that the basic idea of the game? What could she do to make him feel like that? She should concentrate on it, she thought, for that was what he wanted. It would probably excite him.
He was now her slave. She would call him slave.
"Okay, slave," she said. She had stripped herself entirely nude. She felt all warm and sexy inside. Booze made her sexy, and the sight of his big cock made her sexy, too.
She walked over to him and pushed at his cock with the tip of the belt. She poked at it contemptuously, as if it was nothing, even though, to her, it was everything.
She flicked at his balls. It was kind of fun. He looked embarrassed, as if he was getting pushed around by a kid, but it made his eyes gleam strangely.
"You think you're such a big man, don't you? Well, I don't. I think you're just a big shit acting like a big man." She was sneering. And the words came to her easily. It was curious how quickly she fell into the role of the tormenter.
She turned her ass to him.
"Here, kiss my ass. And do it right," she said, her voice suddenly threatening.
He bent over and kissed her ass. He did it tenderly, carefully.
"Kiss the other cheek," she said.
He kissed the other cheek, he rubbed his lips on her ass, he licked her ass with his tongue.
She found herself getting very excited. She liked the idea of having him do anything she wanted.
A new idea suddenly hit her. She remembered what he had made Greta do to him. And she felt he should pay for that in the same coin.
She stood in front of him and spread her cheeks.
"Kiss my asshole now. Just as Greta did to you!"
He hesitated. He did nothing.
She turned and looked at him. Then she swung the belt. Crack! She swung it again-crack! His back had two red marks on it.
"I told you what to do!"
He put his lips on her ass.
"Lick my asshole," she ordered.
He licked her asshole.
She had to laugh. Man, this was some game! She could feel the power coursing through her. This was fun!
She turned around, and shoved her pussy at him.
"Now, lick my pussy, and do a good job of it!" she said threateningly, waving the belt.
His eyes gleamed with excitement, and he bent toward her pussy, his tongue darting out. She separated her cunt lips so that his tongue could go in and reach her clit.
"Give me a real massage with your tongue, honey," she ordered, smiling as the sensation of his mouth on her cunt sent fabulous waves of joy into her vulva.
She looked down at his cock; it was tremendous. Obviously, this game did a terrific job of getting him all excited. He liked to be treated like a worm. And she liked doing it to him, too. She was astonished at this streak of cruelty in herself. But it wasn't really cruelty. It was all a game of pretended power. She was not going to beat him to a pulp, or anything like that. She was just going to do some of the things she had never done before.
She had heard what he had done in the bathroom with Greta. He had peed on her. She wondered how he would respond to that! But first, she would let him eat her cunt for a while, for that was real kicks. This poor squirming fish with his hands tied was entirely in her power, even though, in Washington politics, he was one of the bigshots.
Now he was just a worm on a hook, and she could do anything she wanted with him.
She watched his tongue darting in and out of her cunt for a while. Then she turned, and told him to ream her tail for a while, too.
He did it. He was ready to do anything she asked! It was a fabulous display of power. Tie him up and threaten him with the belt, and he would do whatever you wanted.
Her cunt vibrated with the joy of this game.
She turned around and told him to stand up.
And she whacked his ass with the belt twice.
"What was that for?" he demanded, his eyes glittering wickedly.
"For nothing, that's what!" she said. "Now lie down on that towel on the floor."
She noted that his cock had swollen still more. Apparently the more she mistreated him, the sexier he felt! It was amazing. She had seldom seen a cock so hard; his fierce muscular tool throbbed with passion.
He lay down on the towel, his cock standing up, like a spear. She sat on it, squatting over it and letting it pierce her cunt, wiggling on it until the huge, horrendous hunk of meat slowly slid all the way into her hot cunt.
She felt marvelous with that meat in her. She moved up and down on it slowly, feeling the mass of meat fill her snatch. It was terrific! Her body quivered, her cunt tingled, her nerves throbbed.
She bounced herself on the huge cock, milking it with her tight cunt. She squeezed it, trying to crush it between her cunt lips. It sent throbs of joy through her body. This was fucking! She went up and down, hard and fast now, feeling the excitement building up tremendously in her stuffed cunt.
It was beautiful, it was stupendous!
She would never forget this! Suddenly her orgasm started, giant waves of pleasure sweeping through her entire being. She squeezed her thighs tightly, feeling her muscles pulling on his cock, making it jump inside her. He still hadn't come, but she had. And that was the important thing.
She rested for a few moments, catching her breath.
Her cunt felt sore from the rapid fucking. She got up and stood over him.
Then she got a great idea.
She peed on his pecker and his balls!
Bull stared at her in amazement as the warm golden stream flowed over him. He thought it was fiendishly exciting.
The whole episode made him feel terrific. He had enjoyed the masochistic treatment, getting his knocks from Lisa. He had no idea that she had this streak in her. But it had been fun. And it had turned him on, as well as her.
Well, it would now be his turn!
"Okay. You've done your thing, honey." His voice was silky. "Now untie me."
She looked at him lying on the floor, his cock wet and bruised and still swollen with lust.
"How do I know you're to be trusted?"
"C'mon, untie me. You had your fun. It's my turn."
"What will you do?"
"Nothing much. But we have to play the game again. It wouldn't be much fun if you had the belt all to yourself!"
"Are you going to hurt me? Because I don't want to be hurt."
"C'mon, it's just a game. Untie me. Are you going to leave me like this all night?"
She felt a bit timid about untying him, wondering if he would avenge himself now by being brutal to her. She didn't go for brutality much. However, if it was to be just a game, she wouldn't mind it.
She leaned forward and untied him.
He grinned. He went to the bathroom and took a quick shower.
Then he took a drink and gave her one.
"How'd you like it?"
"It was fun. I never did anything like it."
"It's going to be more fun for me," he told her, grabbing her savagely and tying her hands together.
"I got you now!" He grinned at her. "You little slut. You had me for a while, but now I've got you."
He slapped the belt against his hand and grinned maliciously. The joy of power was upon him now. This was what he needed to stop feeling like a worm. He could reverse himself now. From the worm to Mr. Wonderful!
He grabbed her and turned her over on the bed so that her beautiful curvy white ass stuck up.
He brought the belt down over her white rump with three hard, noisy slaps.
She yelped! "What was that for?"
"For being a cunt," he sneered.
It was wonderful, the joy it gave Bull to pummel her ass. "Another for nothing" he said, and rapped her white rump again.
There were four red marks on her butt.
He looked down at his cock. It was huge and swollen. Punishing her got him even harder than being punished!
He grabbed her face and brought it to his cock.
"Suck!" he commanded.
She opened her mouth and closed it around his thick meat.
He watched her. Then the belt whistled through the air, the sound filling the room.
"Suck! I mean suck, don't just hold it in your mouth. Suck as if you wanted that cream down your throat in the next ten seconds!"
And he whistled the belt over her head threateningly.
She began to suck hard, violently, as if his cock was the most delicious lollypop in the world. He looked at her mouth pulling at his cock, noticed the way it stuffed her cheeks, listened to the sounds she made.
His cock was jumping. It was a terrific deal.
She made long, sucking movements. She tried to get him deep into her throat. She wiggled her head from side to side to sharpen his sensations.
Bull felt the rising tension, and knew he would blast-off shortly. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, pushed her down, and sat on her face.
His voice was commanding. "Get your tongue up my ass, kid, and ream me."
And just to let her know what would happen if she didn't deliver, he flicked the belt sharply over her thighs.
She jumped. Then she put her tongue against his asshole and started to lick.
He swung the belt in the air, making it whistle, and she got her tongue into his asshole and worked it fiercely. She caressed the nerves of his anus with her tongue. She snuggled it in as deeply as she could.
It gave him a big buzz. It sent him up the hot stick.
He bent over her big, luscious tits and sucked at a nipple. He bit it, gently, then harder. Her tongue worked at a frenzied pace.
He grinned, sitting on her and looking down at her luscious body. What a figure she had! The way her hips curved so sensually, and the way her plump mound presented her sweet cunt. And the shapely white-skinned legs. She was quite a dish, Bull thought.
He leaned back and concentrated on the movements of her tongue in his crack. Beautiful!
Then he turned her over and told her to crouch, on hands and knees. Lustfully, he gazed at her ass.
He whacked it once, and told her not to move from that position or he'd give her another.
He got his cock up against her rosebud, between the cheeks of her ass. She had a tiny asshole. She would really appreciate his big fat cock deep inside it, he thought grimly.
He wiggled his cock into the aperture. It was tight, terrifically tight. All the better to fuck, he thought gleefully.
"Don't. It hurts. You're too big," she whimpered.
"Shut up, bitch. You're getting all of it!"
And he pushed his big, swollen cock in. The poor girl twisted, trying to move her ass away from the great club as it relentlessly forced its way into her.
"Ohhhh" she sobbed.
"Shut up, bitch," he cursed, grabbing her buttocks and pushing ahead, his teeth gritting, his cock moving ruthlessly into the snug, tight, wonderful warmth of her asshole!
It was terrific. The tightness, the crushing tightness of her tail. She whimpered and groaned and moaned, but she dared not yell. She wanted to yell blue murder, but was too frightened of the belt. And yet, in spite of the pain, there was also a measure of pleasure in it for Lisa. She began to like the feel of his massive meat plunging into her butt like a giant club. It filled her, glutted her, rubbed against the nerves of her ass, and while it was agony, it was also rapture!
Especially when he finally slid in all the way, and then began to pump it up and down, in and out, his movements making her feel the ultimate in pain and pleasure at the same time!
Now, each time he shoved his monster meat into her, her ass rose to meet his thrust. In and out he went with a steady rhythm, pounding at her as if he wanted to shove it through her. She moaned with ever-mounting pleasure at the impact of his big club.
She lay crushed against the bed, feeling his hands fiercely gripping her buttocks as he pumped his meat into her tight ass. It was bliss, it was pain, and it went on and on, his movements becoming more and more violent as his excitement sharpened.
Then, with a sudden fierce movement, he thrust his enormously swollen cock deep into her as it went off, and thick cream poured into her ass in one spasm after another.
Her orgasm was gigantic, waves and waves of bliss pouring through her as the hot juice slammed into her rump!
She writhed her ass against his cock, milking it of its juices, until he finally slumped, drained.
They stayed that way for a while, his cock softening in her hot ass.
Then he pulled it out and stood up.
He pulled her with him to the bathroom and sat her in the tub. And then he began the golden shower, peeing on her breasts, and her belly, and her cunt, and her face.
And she was turned-on! She found pleasure in the warm liquid as it sprayed over her. A fiendish, primitive pleasure.
She looked up at him lovingly.
She had some fierce, exciting feelings about Bull, she realized.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
They were feelings that were shared only for a time by Bull Hardin.
He enjoyed the fresh young kid for a while, as most men would, but he always thought of her as a passing adventure.
He treated her pretty roughly in their sex games, but she enjoyed that, and found sexual release in it.
It went on like that for quite a while, and Lisa found herself strongly attached to Bull. He would pull her into three-way scenes once in a while, and would occasionally pass her around to some of his colleagues.
But she didn't mind that, as long as Bull stayed reasonably loyal to her, didn't throw her aside, and came to her for his really intense sex games.
But then one day he told her they were through. He said he had other commitments to take care of, and that it might be a good idea for her to go back to Alabama.
Then the shit hit the fan.
She wouldn't take that. She felt betrayed, and wanted revenge. She discovered that he had gotten involved with another woman. It was too much, She schemed how she would pay Mm back.
It was easy.
She would just talk to the editor of one of the more sensational magazines. He would print her story.
That's what happened.
The rest of the press picked it up, and soon it went like wildfire across the country.
It created a scandal in Washington. Such things were usually swept under the rug, but now they were out in the open.
Citizens were amused, titillated, outraged, inquisitive. They wanted all the gory details.
From coast to coast, the news went out, gobbled up by an insatiable audience. Respected, powerful politician in sex scandal with young girl on his staff.
Poor Bull Hardin! Everyone-especially the hypocrites-took potshots at him.
And after all, what had he really done?
What any red-blooded, lusty male would do if he got the chance!