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CHAPTER ONE
George Walker woke up with a hard-on. A smile etched his lips as he opened his eyes and remembered that he had been dreaming about twelve-year-old Linda Carter. Linda, his latest pre-puberty-age conquest, had been a willing and eager student for his lessons in the art of sex. The things she had done to his forty-seven-year-old cock!
Just remembering how the cute child had taken his hard prick in her darling little mouth and sucked it until it exploded in her throat made George's balls twitch with desire! He could almost feel her licking it eagerly before she wrapped her young lips around the swollen head!
"Christ!" George moaned out loud as he threw the covers back and pulled himself out of bed. "That was two weeks ago over in Allentown!"
George stumbled into the bathroom, relieved himself and sorrowfully watched his hard-on disappear. Too bad one of his young conquests wasn't here to blow him! He turned the tap on and waited for the hot water to reach the shower. Then he climbed in and began soaping his body.
As he rubbed his body dry briskly with a towel, George glanced in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. He was proud of his body. At the age of forty-seven he was still slender and muscular. He patted his flat belly and gave himself his daily reminder to watch his calories. The roots of his hair were beginning to gray again. He'd have to die both his hair and his close-cropped beard again this week.
First, though, he'd have to attend to the needs of his balls! He'd have to find a new little nymphette to break in, a tender young girl between the age of twelve and fifteen.
The thought made George Walker smile. He even licked his lips as he thought about dipping his tongue into and lapping a tender young slit.
George hummed to himself as he pulled on his tight knit slacks without underwear. He slipped his sockless feet in to his favorite pair of soft black loafers and picked out a soft blue knit shirt. Dressed, he walked into the kitchen and began making coffee.
Since his divorce four years ago, George Walker had found a sexual paradise in seducing young girls. In the past three years he had managed to seduce twenty-one virgins between the ages of twelve and fifteen. The more innocent the girl was when he started, the better!
It was easy, especially with the routine he had developed. The trick was in not being caught. George shuddered every time he thought about what they would do to him if they ever caught him with these children! Child molestation. Statutory rape. And Christ knows what else!
The coffee perking interrupted these unpleasant thoughts and George poured himself a cup and put two pieces of bread in the toaster. He wasn't going to mess up this sweet life he had now! No way!
After his divorce, George left the insurance business and became a direct sales representative for a sterling silver company. Two sales a week averaged him almost three hundred and fifty bucks in commissions, and George could live very well on that. Once in a while he'd work hard and rack up a check for a grand in a week, but that was only when he wanted something special, like his Porsche 914.
What he liked best about his new job was that he worked only in the evenings when both the husband and wife were home. You had to have both of them present to make a big sale in sterling silver, and that left George's daytime hours completely free.
The toaster popped up and he walked over to put the two slices of toast on a plate. He glanced at the refrigerator and thought about buttering his toast for a minute, then shook his head and sat down to eat it dry.
"I've just got to be careful," he said aloud as he allowed his mind to wander over the sweet fields where he hunted for young pussy. "I just have to keep moving around. Never make the same area twice. Where's the map?"
He finished his toast and got up to open a drawer by the cabinet to take out a huge map of the San Francisco Bay Area. The East Bay was out. He'd worked Allentown a couple of weeks ago and El Ceritos before that. El Ceritos! Maria Chavez. Thirteen, nubile, big tits and one hell of a hot cunt! And how she learned to suck cock!
How about San Jose? he wondered. San Jose had been the place he'd made his first conquest. That school on Madison ... . A seventh grade blonde. Tender, innocent and as wild as hell once she felt a prick in her hole. Three years ago.
George picked up his book and flipped through the pages. He hadn't worked San Jose or the surrounding area for over two years! Perfect. San
Jose, Saratoga, Los Gatos, Santa Clara, Morgan Hill-all good towns.
And convenient. George lived in Los Altos, south of Palo Alto, so he wouldn't have the extra expense of a studio apartment or a motel.
A bell of caution rang in the back of his mind. What about Cynthia? Cynthia Peters, a fourteen-year-old redhead, had given George the scare of his life almost two years ago. She was a strange, quiet child who learned the art of sex from him quickly. She came to his apartment every day for two weeks and they fucked and sucked each other like hungry animals.
Then Cynthia demanded he follow through with his promises and wouldn't be put off. His usual ploy didn't work and he had her hanging uncomfortably around his neck. Finally, George split and disappeared.
He thought that would be the end of it, but Cynthia somehow found him in San Francisco and announced that she was pregnant. She said she'd told her parents and they were going to the police. That was when George Walker went underground. He packed his worldly belongings and seemingly vanished. He moved to Mendocino County, grew a beard and died his hair and took a different name until he felt that any possible heat had died out.
Those had been hectic moments in the life of
George Walker. He had no idea whether Cynthia's parents had gone to the police or ot, but it was a chance he could not afford to take. The first few months he lived with an ever present desire to glance back over his shoulder. Then, gradually, the tension faded and he once again felt reasonably safe.
George poured himself another cup of steaming coffee and decided that he would simply avoid Mountain View, the small city where Cynthia and her parents lived near San Jose. After all, he reasoned, it's been almost two years and his appearance had changed enough that even if Cynthia saw him she probably wouldn't' recognize him.
Yes, the San Jose area was it!
CHAPTER TWO
The forty-seven-year-old man sitting in the white Porsche 914 appeared to be bored and half asleep as he sat watching the children leaving the John F. Kennedy School. His appearance was deceiving.
George Walker was very much awake. He was carefully studying the young girls leaving the school. This was the third day he'd sat parked in this same location and he successfully gave the appearance of a parent waiting for his child after school.
Yesterday, George had narrowed his choice down to three young girls. His first choice was fourteen-year-old Laura Morton, a slender young blonde with hair that hung to the small of her cute back.
George already knew her name. He'd heard the other girls call her Laura, and when he followed her home yesterday he saw the family name on the mailbox at the curb in front of her house. From George's standpoint, Laura was a perfect choice. She looked older than her peers at Kennedy. She wore a short miniskirt instead of jeans and had a cute little body. Her legs were gracefully curved as though they had been chiseled by a master sculptor and her budding tits gave promise on her slender chest.
When the fourteen-year-old girl stepped out of the school building, George made his decision. He reached out and flipped the ignition on his Porsche and pulled away from the curb. Laura was walking with two other girls, but George knew that they would split up at the corner and Laura would turn down Abernathy Street. He would intercept her at the corner of Abernathy and Elm.
Laura Morton was daydreaming as she walked slowly down Abernathy Street. She was mad at her parents. They were so-so old-fashioned! All of her girl friends already had dates for the Thanksgiving dance, but her mother and father wouldn't let her go! If dancing was against God's wishes, why did everybody else enjoy it? And if being a Baptist was the only true way of serving God, California was sure to be the most Godless place in the world!
When they had lived in Little Rock, Arkansas, being a Baptist wasn't so bad. Everybody who was anybody in Little Rock was a Baptist. But here in California there were precious few Baptists! And the Sunday sermons here were so boring it was all Laura could do to stay awake. But even the Sunday sermons were better than the Wednesday social meetings! Her friends acted like she was a freak when she told them she couldn't go out on Wednesday nights because she had to go to church.
Laura was so lost in her frustrated thoughts that she did not hear the Porsche pull up beside her as she turned onto Elm Street.
"Miss?"
"Uh? What?" Laura said with a start as she looked over to see the handsome man with the beard in the white sports car.
"Could you tell me where Arbor Glenn Street is?" George Walker asked with his most winning smile. "I'm afraid I'm lost."
"Oh! Sure," Laura replied, smiling at the perplexed look on the stranger's face. "You go up here four blocks and turn left on Highland. Go-let's' see, it's about three blocks-on Highland until you see Porter Street. That's where I live. Anyway, after you pass Porter, you take the first right, go two blocks, then turn back for about a block. It's one of those streets that ends in a circle, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, wow!" George said. "That sounds complicated! You say you live up near there?"
"On Porter," she laughed. "Really, it isn't as bad as it sounds."
"Hey, why don't you hop in and I'll drive you to your house and you can point me in the right direction from there?"
"Well ... Okay," Laura replied hesitantly.
George Walker smiled warmly as he leaned over to open the door on the passenger side.
Laura felt uncomfortable as she climbed into the pretty sports car. She remembered how many times she had been warned about accepting rides from strangers, but this man seemed so nice and friendly. And he was, after all, lost.
"If your husband sees us," George laughed as he watched the cute young girl climb into the Porsche, giving him a tantalizing view of tender thigh, "I'll explain everything."
"Oh, I'm not married!" Laura replied with a tiny blush. The fact that he thought she was married made the young girl swell with pride. More than anything in this world, Laura wanted to be thought of as a mature woman!
"Some guys sure missed the boat, then!" George returned with an interesting flutter of eyebrows. This was his standard technique, making the girls think that he thought they were over eighteen. It never failed to work like a charm. "Now tell me how to go."
"Okay," Laura said with a bright smile. She liked this man.
"By the way, my name is George. George Luft."
"Hi, George. I'm Laura. Laura Morton. Go straight on this street four blocks. I'll tell you when to turn."
"I sure appreciate this, Laura," George remarked as he slowly pulled away from the curb. "I don't know anything about this part of northern California."
"Where are you from?" Laura asked.
"Hollywood. Well, not really. I live in Beverly Hills. My company is in Hollywood. I'm up here looking for a location to shoot a TV movie."
"You're in the movies?" Laura asked excitedly.
"No, no! Nothing so glamorous, I'm afraid," George replied humbly. "I'm one of those people behind the scenes. I'm an assistant producer. I do all the work. You know, look for places to use as background. Line up old cars for wrecks. Sometimes look for new people to use. Lots of work and little glamour."
"Gee, it sounds exciting!" Laura said, trying to sound as mature as she could. "I've never met anybody in the movies before. Do you work with big stars?"
"Sure," George laughed. He casually named a few of the most popular stars on TV and smiled to himself when he saw the girl's eyes bulge out of their sockets.
"Whoops!" Laura gasped. "We just passed Highland. I'm sorry. It's just that I've never met anybody in the movies before. You will have to turn around, Mr. Luft."
"Please, just call me George," he laughed, swinging the Porsche in a tight U-turn.
"Turn right at the corner ... George," Laura said.
While he was negotiating the corner, Laura studied the man behind the wheel. She wondered what he would say if she told him that her parents wouldn't allow a TV in the house and that she had only seen TV when she visited some of her friends' houses? He was such a pleasant man. He seemed to have a permanent smile on his lips.
Laura wondered how old he was? She was a bad judge of age. For a moment, she wondered if he was as old as her father, but she quickly rejected the thought. George was nothing like her father. Besides, age wasn't very important! A warm glow ran through her young body when she remembered that George thought she was old enough to be married.
When he turned onto Porter Street and drove by the Morton residence, George was careful to show no recognition. The fact that she let him drive by her house without comment told him that she was at least partially hooked already.
Laura's curiosity was killing her! There were a thousand questions she wanted to ask the older man about movies and the people who inhabited that glorious world of fantasy, but she had to control herself so that he wouldn't think she was a silly, young, star-struck child. She guided him through the winding streets until they entered the cul de sac he was looking for.
George pulled over to the curb and climbed out of the Porsche to stand surveying the block.
"Damn!" he uttered with a dramatic sigh.
"What's wrong?"
"Another wild goose chase," he sighed. "This street won't do at all."
"Why?"
"See all of those telephone and power wires?" George indicated with a wave of his hand. "Murder! Just Murder! They'll show up like sore thumbs on anything shot on this street. And those trees! They shade the block so much our crew would have to rig auxiliary lighting. My producer won't stand still for that expense. I'll just have to keep looking, but I'm damned if I know where I'll find what we want. These houses are perfect. Middle America. Come on, I'll drive you home, Laura.
Laura was pensive as she climbed into the Porsche. Then an idea struck her.
"Maybe I could help you, Mr. ... George," she said quietly. "I mean, I know Santa Clara pretty well. If I just had time to think about it, I'll bet I could come up with the perfect place."
"Time is the one thing I've plenty of, Laura," George remarked with a laugh. "It's locations I'm short of. I'd appreciate any help you can give me. Why don't you ride around with me tomorrow?"
"Sure!" Laura replied eagerly. "I'll think of all the places I know and maybe we'll find just what you're looking for."
"Gee, Laura," George replied with his warmest smile, "that will be great! What time should I pick you up?"
"After school," Laura blurted out before she could check herself.
George saw the girl blush after her blunder and he immediately set out to help her cover herself.
"When will you graduate from the university?"
"Sometimes it seems like an eternity!" Laura replied quickly. She was nervous, yet pleased that she had been able to field his question with evasive humor. If he knew that she was only in the eighth grade, he would dismiss her as a child!
"I know what you mean," George said with a laugh. "Now tell me where you live and I'll drive you home."
"Oh, you can let me out on the next corner," Laura said, thinking fast. It would never do to let her family see her riding with a strange man in a imagine sports car!
"Fine," George responded, recognizing the girl's problem immediately. He was no more anxious to have anybody in her family see them together than she was. "And where shall I pick you up tomorrow?"
"Why not right here?" Laura said brightly as he pulled over to the curb.
"Okay. At two?"
"Fine!"
George watched the pretty young blonde walk down the block. She had a spring in her step and he smiled as his balls twitched with anticipation of having her naked, nubile body in his bed.
The following afternoon George picked up the fourteen-year-old girl at two sharp and they drove around the various residential area of Santa Clara. George rejected the first two places Laura showed him, inventing a variety of reasons why they would never do for motion picture photography. They chatted while they drove around and Laura asked him endless questions about motion pictures and television. When George told her what minor stars in the industry earned per week, Laura gasped.
"You mean that a girl who works in one of those series and isn't even the star makes five hundred dollars a week?"
"Sure. But that isn't very much today," George laughed. "If she gets more than just a couple lines, she'll make a grand a week."
When George knew that the timing was right, he pretended that they had just located the perfect block for his producer's needs. Together they walked up and down the block studying angles and locations. George maintained a running commentary on how they would shoot the various street scenes. Laura was enchanted. She could almost visualize each scene as he described it.
"Well, that's sure a load off my back!" George sighed as they climbed back into the Porsche. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate your help, Laura."
"Gee, I was glad to help," Laura returned with a bright smile.
"Now all I have to do is round up a few fresh faces for the picture," he said casually. "I don't imagine I could interest you in a small bit part. A pretty girl like you should have big parts. But maybe you have some friends in college who would like to look into a career in show business. I'm really looking for a girl who looks like you."
"Would I ... I mean ... is it hard to learn how to be an actress?" Laura asked, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She was so excited she could hardly breathe!
"You mean that you might just be interested?" George asked with the perfect amount of surprise and enthusiasm.
"Well ... Gee, George, do you think I could do it? I mean, how hard is it to learn? I've never acted before. I don't know anything about it. Would I have to study a lot?"
George laughed warmly.
"Laura, the secret in acting today is being natural," he said. "The old school of acting is out. Today we want uninhibited, natural people. It looks more true to life that way. If you have a thousand and one hang-ups about life, you can't be a success in show business today. Bit if you're a free spirit ready to drift where the wind blows you, then you'll be a success. It's as simple as that."
"But do ... Do you think I could do it?" Laura asked eagerly.
"I hardly know you, Laura," George smiled. "But you certainly have the beauty to be a star. Hey, I've got an idea! Why don't we try a couple of basic scenes together and find out what you can do?"
"Okay!" Laura responded eagerly.
"It's a little late now, but tomorrow is Saturday and I'm free. Do you have classes tomorrow?" he asked, maintaining the myth that she was a college student.
"No."
"Great! Look, why don't I pick you up here tomorrow morning and we'll spend the day together seeing what you can do?"
"Well ... " Laura wondered how she would get out of the house, but she knew that she could dream something up to tell her parents. "Okay. What time?"
"Let's say ten o'clock, if that's okay with you."
"Great. Right here at this same corner?"
"Right here."
Once again George's balls twitched with desire as he watched the pretty young blonde walk down the street, This time he reached down and stroked his cock and moaned softly. Unless the forty-seven-year-old man missed his guess, he'd have this cute blonde licking his dick by noon tomorrow!
Laura had no misgivings about meeting the older man tomorrow. Being in the movies was every girl's dream, but it meant even more to Laura. She would be able to get away from her parents, away from the unreal life they lived and forced her to live. She would have to come up with something to tell them to get out of the house tomorrow.
A smile crossed her young lips as she remembered that she was supposed to deliver pamphlets for the church tomorrow. What could be better!
Laura wondered if she should tell George that she was only fourteen? She didn't dare! Besides, what difference did it make? They might not even let her be in the movies if they knew that she was only fourteen!
CHAPTER THREE
"...Fair is fair, Hugh! If you chase every girl who so much as smiles at you, why can't I climb into bed with any man I find attractive?"
"Good, Laura!" George said enthusiastically. "Very good!"
"Really?" Laura asked a little breathlessly. When he had picked her up and immediately took her to his apartment, the fourteen-year-old girl had been a little nervous and apprehensive. Then, when he had made her read lines from several scripts he had piled on his coffee table, Laura had gradually relaxed and tried her best to please him with the way she read the lines.
"Really," George assured her. "You're still a little stiff and nervous, but that will take care of itself. Remember, the secret of modern acting is to be completely relaxed and natural."
The scripts, scenes and lines George used had been carefully selected for content and action. Beginning with relatively innocent situations and dialogue, they progressed to heavy romance and eroticism. George was pleased to see that Laura was progressing very well.
"Gee," Laura said with a pleased sigh, "this isn't hard at all!"
"I told you it wasn't," George laughed. "Then why doesn't everybody become an actress?"
"Well," George began slowly, "some people don't like acting. And there are a number of people who can't be natural, Laura."
"Isn't everybody natural?"
"Unfortunately, no," George laughed as he sorted through the scripts on the coffee table. "You'd be surprised how many people are all hung-up on silly things. Some think that a black person should never touch a white person. And heaven forbid a black ever kissing a white! Or it might be Jews and Catholics. Then there are those who still have hang-ups about sex. You know, the old Victorian morality bit. Sex is dirty. Sex is a sin.
All that. Those people live behind locked doors afraid that the world will contaminate their pure souls. And did you know that there are a lot of people who won't even have a TV in their home or go to a movie? How could people like that ever become actors? They can't portray life because they haven't lived life! How could they ever portray the happiness of life when all they know is misery?"
"Oh," Laura responded softly. She wondered if he knew that he was describing her parents? He couldn't. He didn't know her parents.
"In show business it's our task to show people the joy of living," George continued. "Here, let's see you try this scene."
George handed her a scene from the motion picture BAREFOOT IN THE PARK in which Jane Fonda did a happy monologue on the joy of a bride decorating her first apartment. Laura read the monologue through three times with him coaching her on pace and emphasis. When she did it alone the fourth time, it came out light, happy and gay.
"Excellent!" George remarked with a clap of his hands when she finished.
"That was fun!" Laura giggled. She really enjoyed this!
"All acting is fun," George said. "Here, let's do a scene together. Start at the top of this page, Laura," he said, handing her a script. "Am I Jenny?"
"Right. And I'm Hal. We've been dating for a couple of weeks and we're falling in love. At this point we're exchanging banter, but we both know that we're going to kiss and make love. All of these lines are just a way of stalling for a few moments. First, let's just read it through together."
They read the scene twice and George coached her on when to pause and how to say the lines.
"Okay, now let's do it as if we're on camera," George said. "Remember now, you're Jenny and you're in love. When we get to the kiss, put everything you have in it. Convince me that you're really Jenny in love. Okay?"
"Okay."
They sat next to each other on the couch and began reading the scene. Laura was apprehensive about kissing the older man. She had never kissed a boy in her life, but she didn't dare tell him that! She had no idea how to do it, but she pushed this from her mind and forced herself into the part of Jenny in the scene.
When she read the last line in the scene, Laura looked up into the older man's eyes and saw him staring at her. There was warmth and excitement in his eyes. It was as if he was really Hal and in love with her! Then she felt him put his arms around her and pull her close to him. His face moved close to hers and his mouth crept slowly toward her lips.
Then his lips were touching hers! The innocent, fourteen-year-old girl's body tingled with the contact. She could feel his beard brushing against her chin and it tickled. Then she felt his tongue slowly making a circle of her lips!
Laura's heart was beating like a drum! His tongue was exploring her teeth, probing and forcing them slowly apart. Then it was inside her mouth! She felt his tongue make contact with hers and her entire body trembled with excitement!
The young girl closed her eyes and prayed that this moment would last forever! It felt so good. She loved the way his tongue moved around inside her mouth, probing and caressing her own tongue as well as her cheeks. She could feel her body temperature rising. The room suddenly felt like it was eighty degrees!
Briefly, she resisted the urge, then she threw her arms around his neck and began kissing him back. She let her tongue imitate his tongue as she let him suck it into his mouth and she crushed her tender young lips against his.
He was so strong and masculine! She loved the way he crushed her body against his! She blushed when the tips of her breasts began to burn and the itch between her tender thighs became a small fire. There were sensations she had only experienced in the locked privacy of her room late at night! Even then, her body had never felt like this! She could feel the moisture begin creeping down her thighs.
And then it was over. He stopped kissing her and drew his mouth away from her lips.
"Was I ... Was I goodV she asked in a trembling voice.
"Fair, Laura," George said softly in his own carefully constructed screnario.
"What was wrong?" the young girl asked quickly. This was the first time he had failed to praise her performance and it frightened her.
"You were a little stiff, Laura," George sighed. "Maybe you don't like me enough ... . "
"Oh, but I do!" Laura cried.
"Well, then, maybe you're uptight about romance and sex," he sighed.
"I'm ... I'm not! I ... I just don't know very much about all of that ... . " she said in a small, nervous voice.
"Perhaps it's just that I'm a little older than you are," George suggested softly.
"No!" she said quickly. "Age isn't important ... . I just have to learn, that's all!"
"Well, maybe it will work itself out for you, Laura," George said, closing the script.
"Oh, it will! I can learn, can't I? Just like I learned the rest so far."
"I suppose you could, Laura," George said slowly. "But if these things bother you, perhaps you shouldn't even consider being an actress. Almost all of the new pictures have nude love scenes, Laura. If you're stiff just kissing a man, how would you feel undressing before a camera?"
"You mean naked?" Laura gasped.
"Certainly!" George said firmly. "Haven't you seen any of the new movies, Laura? You see," he added gently, "that's what I meant about being completely natural. You certainly have the body for it. I was going to ask you to strip so that I can judge your best angle for nude scenes."
"Do ALL the stars do that?" Laura asked in a trembling voice.
"Of course," George laughed. "How else do we know if they're cheating?"
"Cheating?"
"Look, Laura, some girls pad their figures to make their, uh, tits look big. Or they wear special bras to hold them up when they really sag and droop. Some even try to hold their tits in because they know that we don't want great big ones. Sure we have to see them naked before we build them into a part in a picture."
"And ... And you want to ... see me ... naked?"
"Of course," George replied softly, "but not if it embarrasses you, Laura. If you're ashamed of your body or afraid to be naked in front of a man, then don't do it."
"I'm not afraid!" she said, jumping up to stand in front of him. She quickly pulled her sweater over her head to hide her bright red cheeks. Laura was terrified. She was so embarrassed she would rather die than do what she was doing, but she would never let him know! She wasn't going to stay behind what he called "locked doors" the rest of her life. She wasn't going to live the miserable life her parents wanted her to live! How many girls dreamed every night about a chance like this to be in the movies? This was her big chance, a chance that not one girl in a thousand had. She would become a movie star and sign autographs every time she was asked. She would have her own money, plenty of it, and have her own place to live and do what she wanted to do.
She threw her sweater on the floor and shook her hair so that it once again fell in loose waves down her back. Laura didn't dare look the man in the eye. She knew that if she hesitated for one single second she would stop.
Reaching behind her back, the young girl fumbled with the snap of her bra. When she finally managed to open it, she quickly drew her bra away from her shoulders and threw it on the floor.
"Just as I thought!" George mumbled.
"What?" Laura demanded.
"You have perfect tits, Laura-perfect!" George said enthusiastically. "They're not too big and they're nice and firm! Stick your chest out, Laura."
Laura didn't know whether to blush or swell up with pride. She saw him staring at her bare chest and the look in his eyes sent a warmth spreading rapidly through her body.
"Are they ... Are they really okay?" she asked in a tiny voice.
"Okay?" George exclaimed. "They're perfect!"
George hoped the young girl didn't see the growing bulge in his pants. He wasn't exaggerating. Her tits were perfect! They were in that budding stage of development that he loved! like two small pears they stood proudly on her chest and pointed straight out. The nipples were like tiny, dark red cherries.
"Are you uncomfortable?" George asked the half-naked child. "No," she lied.
"Good," George said with a strong note of approval in his voice. "Go ahead."
"You . . .You want me ... ? "
"Only if you want to, Laura," George sighed. "Look, if it bothers you, go ahead and get dressed."
"It doesn't bother me," she lied, wondering if her face was as red as it felt.
Laura forced her unwilling hands down to her waist and fumbled with the button on her skirt. She unbuttoned the waistband and took a deep breath for courage as she hooked her fingers into her skirt and panties and began forcing them down her thighs.
The just pubescent girl had to close her eyes when she pulled her clothing down far enough for her most intimate region to be completely exposed to the forty-seven-year-old man's intent eyes.
"My God!" George gasped. "Your body is better than I thought! Ten times better! Why, you could be the biggest star I ever discovered, Laura!"
His praise helped the young girl overcome her embarrassment. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her nude body and a warmth once again began, spreading through her system.
'Take your shoes and socks off, Laura, and step out of your skirt and panties. I want to study every possible angle of your body!"
The older man's enthusiasm also helped dispel the young child's embarrassment about being naked. She kicked off her shoes and rolled her socks off her feet. Then she wiggled her skirt and panties down to her ankles and stepped out of the last of her garments to stand completely nude before him.
"Turn slowly, Laura," George said leaning back on the couch and studying the child's luscious body intently. Her legs were sculptured perfection and her ass was delightful! "You have a gorgeous ass, Laura, and your pussy is perfect! You'll drive men crazy on screen!"
"Really?" Laura said with an attempt at a light laugh. The way he praised her made her so proud! Even his language made her body tingle. She'd always thought that these words were dirty, but coming from this older man as he looked at her nude body they were strangely exciting!
Did adults talk like this? she wondered. Anyway, she told herself, adults in show business obviously did, and she liked it!
"Haven't you ever looked in a mirror?" he laughed. "Here, I'll show you how beautiful your body is."
George picked up the Polaroid camera he had conveniently placed on the end table by the sofa and opened it.
"Stand over there by the drapes," he said, getting up to walk across the room. "Turn a little to the side. More. That's it!"
George knelt on the floor in front of the girl and aimed the camera. He snapped the shutter and let the photo emerge from the track below the lense. Placing this on the table, he moved in closer.
"Now I'll take one of your tits. Turn back this way a little, Laura."
Laura felt the blood rush to her cheeks as the older man snapped pictures of her naked body. The flash made her blink every time it went off, but she kept smiling.
"Now let's get one of your cunt, Laura," George said very matter-of-factly. "Spread your legs apart. More. There, that's good. Now thrust your pussy out at me."
George knelt close before the girl and aimed the camera up into her luscious little cunt. He stared through the viewer for a moment longer than necessary, his eyes roaming up and down the pink lips of her virginal young slit.
"Let's get one of that gorgeous ass of yours, Laura," he said as he placed the developing photo of her crotch on the table. "Turn around. All the way. That's it! Now spread your legs apart. Wider. More. There! Now bend down as if you were picking something up from the floor. Don't bend your legs! There!"
George thought that his raging hard cock was going to tear through his pants as he stared at the child's ass. The valley between the cheeks of her buttocks was wide open. He could see her entire sex from her golden cunt to her puckered, brown ass-hole. He aimed the camera and snapped a picture.
"Okay, let's see how you photograph," he sighed, pulling the last picture from the camera and getting up to walk back to the coffee table to pick up the others.
Laura skipped quickly across the room to sit down beside the older man on the couch. She leaned forward as he began looking at the color photographs of her naked body. The first one was a full shot of her standing quarter-profile in front of the drapes. She smiled proudly when she saw how sexy she looked.
The second photo was a close-up of her breasts and she was pleased to see how they stood out against the dark drapes in the background. The third photo made her blush! It was a vivid close-up of her most intimate region. She could see her pale blonde, curly pubic hair and even the lips of her sex!
"Isn't that a beautiful cunt?" George asked casually. "Not many girls have anything that pretty between their legs, Laura, believe me! See how well your blonde pubic hair photographs?"
"Oh!" Laura gasped aloud when he held up the last shot. It showed everything she had! Her tail was humped high in the picture and her entire sex was completely exposed in intimate detail in the foreground. She could even see her breasts in the background between her widespread legs.
"No sir," George said quietly, "there aren't many girls in the world today with a body this photogenic!"
"Really?"
"Really!" George sighed. "Why looking at your body even excites me, and I've seen them all! You're a natural, Laura, if you can ever become natural and get over your stiffness."
"Do you think I could make it in the movies?" she asked, trying hard to conceal her growing excitement as he praised her so lavishly.
"Make it? I think you're a born star," George remarked. "I just can't understand why somebody hasn't discovered you before. Your drama teacher at college should have spotted you. With just a couple of breaks, you'll be a big star overnight! Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes! More than anything in the world!" the young girl cried eagerly.
"Why don't we try that scene again?" George asked casually. "Maybe being naked will take some of the stiffness out of you this time."
"Okay!" Laura replied eagerly.
"Do you feel more relaxed now?"
"Oh, yes!" she said honestly. She did feel more relaxed and comfortable now. "I'm sure I can do it better this time!"
She picked up her copy of the script and started reading the first line immediately. George smiled to himself as he shifted his position to ease the incredible burning at his groin and picked up his script to read the lines he already knew by heart.
CHAPTER FOUR
When the older man crushed his lips against her mouth, the fourteen-year-old girl fell into his arms and darted her tongue between his teeth. She probed his mouth with an eagerness that even surprised her! She closed her eyes and kissed him with every ounce of passion in her innocent, young body.
As they clung to each other in a passionate embrace, Laura felt her body tingle with warmth and excitement. Her breasts trembled as her nipples popped quiveringly erect, and beads of warm moisture began seeping down to her thighs.
Then it happened! She felt his hands begin roaming affectionately over her naked flesh. He rubbed her shoulders and back gently, running his fingers caressingly over her warm skin. Just his touch made her heart leap to her throat!
The fourteen-year-old girl felt the forty-seven-year-old man's fingers gently, ever so softly, moving down her chest. She knew he was going to touch her breasts! Something inside her told her to break away from him, but before she could move he had cupped her right breast in his hand and was caressing it lovingly.
"Uuuummmmmm!! ! "
The moan seemed to come from the very depths of her being! His fingers on her nipple sent waves of passion sweeping through her innocent system and she felt her flesh tremble.
Laura wanted to tell the older man to stop, but she couldn't! He held his mouth firmly fixed over her lips and continued kissing her passionately. She fought down the urge to push him away and forced herself to relax in his embrace. The one thing she didn't want was for him to tell her that she was still "stiff"!
Panic swept through her trembling body when she felt his hand on her naked thigh! No, not there! a voice inside her screamed. Quakes rippled through her body as she felt his fingers slowly trailing up her quivering thigh. He was going to touch her there!
"AAAaaahhh!! ! "
She was so embarrassed she thought that she was going to die! His fingers had moved right into her sex as if they belonged there. And his middle finger had slipped between the lips of her pussy to aim directly to that secret little place she had discovered only weeks ago, the spot that when she touched it sent fires crawling all over her body. Now he was caressing that spot, rubbing it with his finger while he kissed her and caressed her breast with his other hand! "Ummmmmmmmm!! ! "
Moan after moan escaped from her throat! Why couldn't she stop trembling? And why was she so hot? She felt like she was burning up!
When George first touched the pretty child's cunt he thought he would pop his nuts in his pants! Her pussy was warm and moist! Her motor was on and racing! He had to fight back the urge to take his cock out and jump on top of her and fuck her silly. George knew that he had to work her into this slowly.
Her body was still tense and he knew that if he broke their kiss she would tell him to stop. Not that he couldn't talk her into it, but that required more time and patience than he felt like exerting now.
The best way was to jerk her off, make her come while he kissed her. Then she'd be easy to work with. He began massaging her shaking clitoris firmly and fondling her nipple lovingly as he continued kissing her. The forty-seven-year-old man told himself that his time would come soon!
Laura was beside herself! She didn't know what to do! She had masturbated herself in the locked secrecy of her room twice and she knew that she was going to experience that same glorious moment any minute! As young and inexperienced as she was she knew the signs of her body.
And the reactions of her body frightened her. She was much more excited now than she had been either time she had played with herself! The man's fingers were driving her crazy with desire!
She tried to free her lips from his mouth to say something, but his tongue shot inside her cheeks and probed her mouth passionately. Then it happened!
"OOOoooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! ! ! ! ! "
Her moan was a low, animal-like cry when her body exploded beneath his massaging hands. She trembled like a leaf in a storm, her entire body shaking completely out of control. Her nipple in his hand became so hot it hurt.
And her pussy! She felt it gush with fluid as her hips writhed and ground her slit against his hand. She closed her young eyes and tightened her grip on his neck as spasm after spasm ripped through her innocent body with hurricane force.
"That was much better, Laura!" George said with a smile as he freed his lips from her trembling mouth. "That was much more natural! Did it feel good?"
"Wow!" Laura sighed, wishing he would take his hands off of her spent body now. "Do people in movies ... do they ... do they do that when they kiss?"
"Sure!" George replied with a light laugh. "If you come while you kiss, you're being completely natural."
"Come?"
"You exploded inside, didn't you?"
"Yes," she admitted with a blush.
"That's called coming, Laura," George explained, still stroking and fondling her nubile body. "And when you come, that means that you did it right."
"Did you ... did you come?" she asked.
"Well, no," George sighed. "But that was because you didn't touch my prick, Laura."
"Was I supposed to?" she asked quietly.
"Well, sure! I mean, if you wanted to make me happy. I guess that was because I have all my clothes on. Boy, it's hot in here, isn't it?"
"Yes!" she agreed, writhing beneath his probing, massaging fingers that were making her tremble all over again.
"Would it bother you if I took my clothes off, Laura?"
"No," she said softly, her cheeks blushing a crimson red.
"Good!" George laughed.
The fourteen-year-old girl watched the forty-seven-year-old man stand up and begin slipping his green knit sport shirt over his head. She breathed a sigh of relief that he had taken his electrifying hands off of her body for a moment.
Laura wanted to close her eyes when she saw him being unbuttoning his pearl gray slacks, but her eyelids refused to obey the commands of her brain. Why was she staring at his crotch like this?
"OH!" she gasped when he gracefully slipped his pants and shorts down and his long, hard manhood bobbed into full view.
Laura had never seen a man's sex before and it both frightened and fascinated her! It was so long and stuck out so straight from his groin. The head was like a big, swollen mushroom, and there was a small eye at the very tip that seemed to be staring at her! The shaft was thick and laced with bulging veins that ran along the length of his organ to disappear into the bushy growth of curly black-pubic hair at the base.
"See how excited you have me?" George laughed, boldly grasping his aching cock in his hand and stroking it to relieve the incredible tension in his groin.
"Gee!" Laura gasped.
George smiled as he lowered himself once again to the couch beside the naked child.
"Why don't you make me come?" he suggested. "You really turned me on."
"I ... I don't..." the frightened young girl muttered. "I don't know ... how!"
"You don't know how to make a man happy?" George asked.
"No," she replied in a tiny, very embarrassed voice.
"Do you want to learn."
"Oh, yes!" she cried.
"Here," he said, taking her hand in his and guiding it down to his rigid shaft. "Take my cock in your hand like this. Wrap your fingers around the shaft. OOOooohhh!! Yes, Laura, like that!"
Laura thought she was going to scream when she felt his hot flesh in her hand. It was alive and trembling to her grasp.
"I should have known that you were kidding me!" George moaned as he held her hand in his and moved it slowly up and down the length of his shaft. "A girl as pretty as you must know everything about sex and how to please a man."
"But ... I don't! I really don't!" she said.
"OOOhhh!! ! That feels so good, Laura. Do it a little firmer. It won't break, you know. Wow! That's good!"
Laura couldn't help it. No matter how awkward and uncomfortable she felt, she couldn't help respond to his praise. She wanted to please him, to make him as happy as he had made her. And she was finding it fun to hold his quivering prick in her hand. She loved the way it trembled and pounded as she slowly moved her hand up and down his shaft.
"God, that's terrific!" he moaned. "Is this all a girl has to do to make a man happy?"
"Well, Laura, it's one thing that sure makes a man happy!" George laughed. "There are lots of ways girls make men come. Just like there are lots of ways a man can make a girl come. Here, spread your legs and I'll show you what most girls think is the greatest."
Laura opened her thighs, holding onto his hard, quaking rod as he leaned down to place his face between her legs.
"What ... What are you going to do?" she asked as she saw him slowly move his mouth toward the place where her thighs joined.
"I'm going to kiss you here," he laughed. "I'm going to lick your lovely cunt, Laura-lick you until you scream with pleasure."
"Oh!" she gasped. "No! You shouldn't do that! Oh, please! That's dirty! That's where I go to the bathroom! No, please don't! OOOOOO ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! "
Laura saw his tongue dart out between his lips and disappear into her pubic hair. She felt it run teasingly around the lips of her sex before it flicked against her already aroused clitoris. When the tip touched her hot, quivering button, Laura thought she was going to faint! She squeezed his long hard prick in her hand tightly and held onto it like a bar of steel.
Her young body was on fire again, and this time the heat was so intense it threatened to consume her! He was licking her button like a candy bar and each pass of his tongue ignited new explosions inside her innocent body. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off the exciting sight of his face at her sex. She could see his tongue moving in and out of her slit like a pink snake and she was so hot she could hardly breathe!
But it was wrong! He shouldn't be licking her where she peed! But if it was so wrong, then why did it feel so good? And she couldn't deny that it felt good. It felt better than anything that had ever happened to her!
"You shouldn't ... OOOooohhh!! Aaaaaaahhh!! You shouldn't DO that!"
"Don't you like it?" he asked without removing his tongue from her sweet twat. He loved the taste of a virginal cunt! They were so sweet and fresh, just like honey!
"No! Oh! AAAaaahhh!! Yes! YES!" she groaned, squeezing his hard, throbbing meat in her hand as her entire body began quaking. Laura had never felt like this before in her young life! She was so hot it felt like it felt like her body was on fire!
"NO! DON'T STOP! Oh, Please, don't stop."
"You like to have your cunt licked?" George laughed playfully.
"YES! Don't stop! Please."
"Tell me!"
"Please ... Oh, please, lick my cunt!" she moaned.
The sound of that four-letter word coming from her lips sent sparks racing up and down the fourteen-year-old girl's body. She had never uttered that word before in her life, but it sounded perfectly natural at this moment.
"Please, eat my cunt!" she repeated, her body now writhing beneath his oral attack between her young legs. "OOOoooooooooooohhhhhh!! ! I'm ... I'm going to ... COME!
AAAAAAaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! ! "
The spasms that gripped the child's body this time were twice as intense as those she had experienced beneath his fingers only moments ago! Her eyes welled with tears of joy that spilled down her young cheeks. And still he kept licking her sex! Her spine tingled with the excitement of her intense orgasm and she panted to catch her breath.
"Did you like that, Laura?" the forty-seven-year-old man asked as he slowly raised his mouth from the child's wet pussy.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she sighed. "How many ways are there that a man can make a woman come?"
"Dozens," George laughed.
"I want to try them all!" she exclaimed. "And how many ways can a girl make a man come?"
"Dozens," George replied with a sigh.
"What's your favorite?" the innocent child asked as she continued holding and squeezing the older man's hard prick in her hand.
"It depends on the girl, Laura," he responded. "If she's good at it, I love a blow-job."
"Blow-job?"
"You know, having my cock sucked," George said, his patience beginning to wear a little thin as his balls cried for relief. "Why don't you give me some head?"
"Head?"
"Suck my cock, Laura," he said with measured patience.
"I ... I don't know how," she cried.
"I'll teach you," he remarked as he placed his hand on top of the child's blonde head and gently forced her face into his lap. "First, hold it in your hand and lick it like a stick of candy."
Laura's first reaction was that it was dirty, but she reminded herself of how good he had made her feel when he did it to her and brought her mouth close to his huge pole. Looking at it this close was like seeing it for the first time, the young girl thought. The swollen head was just inches from her eyes and she could even see a tear formed in the eye at the very tip of his penis.
The veins that bulged along the length of his shaft seemed even bigger now. They formed sharp ridges as they wound around and along his prick.
The young girl was also now aware of the odor of the older man's sex and it was strong! The unfamiliar aroma made her innocent young nostrils flare wide apart. She thought it smelled something like fish, yet it wasn't really unpleasant. And the more she inhaled of his aroma, the more she liked it.
"Lick it," George said, pushing the pubescent child's face closer to his aching dick.
Laura forced her tongue out of her mouth and brought the tip to his swollen, trembling shaft in her hand. The moment she made contact her mouth was filled with the flavor of his penis. It was strong and very salty, but she liked it. For some reason the odor and flavor of his sex excited her.
Slipping her tongue far out of her young mouth, the young girl began licking the older man's hard penis. Every stroke of her tongue made the meat of his sex throb with urgency and she found that very exciting.
"This is fun!" she cried as she began licking the length of his shaft faster and faster.
"God, that feels good, Laura!" he moaned as he watched the cute child lick his aching cock. "Now take it in your mouth, honey!"
Laura brought her tender lips to the swollen, trembling head of his penis and slipped them around the big bulb at the end of his shaft. She had to open her jaws wide to draw his throbbing organ between her teeth and it hurt for a moment. She even thought that she wouldn't be able to do it, but then the pain slowly began to fade away and she let him gently force her head down so that his cock wormed its way into her throat.
She had to fight back a gag when his heavy prick depressed her tongue, but she managed to begin breathing through her nose. This wasn't as much fun, but it obviously pleased him so she tried to do her best.
"Move your mouth slowly up and down my cock, Laura," George groaned. "Yes, that's it! Oh, wow, that is sure it! Let me feel that tongue and those cheeks, honey. Yes, like that! Christ, you sure learn fast!"
George had to hold himself in rigid control as he stared down at the pretty fourteen-year-old girl's face in his lap. The sight of his thick, hard prick spearing her sweet, tender young mouth made his balls roar with desire. He was tempted to let go in her throat, but he ached to stick his meat into her virginal little twat and fuck the hell out of her.
"UUUummmmmm!! ! "
Laura moaned with pleasure when he suddenly reached over and placed his hand on her pussy. His finger darted between the lips of her slit to make a direct hit on her sensitive button, and when he started massaging it she could feel the familiar fires coursing through her young veins.
"Suck it good," George groaned, now fondling her pussy and smiling to himself about the way her body responded so readily. "That's really good head!"
Carefully, George slipped his index finger down the young child's wet slit until the tip was resting against the entrance to her vagina. While he continued fondling her clitoris with his middle finger, he slowly began pressing his index finger inside her tight young cunt. "UUUuuummm!! ! "
The eager response of her body when it was penetrated by the older man's finger surprised Laura. She had thought it would hurt, but it felt good. Especially when he massaged her button the way he was!
"like this?" George asked.
"UMMM, HUMMM!" she replied with her mouth completely stuffed with the man's throbbing prick.
"Then it's time we made love!" he gasped, grabbing her hair and yanking her mouth away from his aching cock before she made him come. "Stretch out on your back."
"What ... what are you going to DO?" Laura asked as he placed her on her back on the couch and grasped her ankles to lift her legs high in the air.
"I'm going to fuck you, Laura," George said breathlessly as he stared down at her virginal slit between her lush thighs. "What every man does with a girl he-likes."
"I'm ... I'm ... a virgin!" she said in a frightened little voice as she watched the older man kneel before her on the couch.
She saw that his only response was a smile. He pulled her legs apart, still holding them high in the air. Then he began crawling forward, his huge, rock-hard cock aiming directly between her legs.
"Don't. . . ! Don't hurt me!" she pleaded.
"Just a little at first," George laughed. "Rest your heels on my shoulders, Laura. There, that's better!"
Laura watched him take his hard prick in his hand to guide it to her slit.
"OH!" she gasped when she felt the swollen head of his prick suddenly crush against her clitoris.
George stared down at the child's nubile body beneath him as he slid the head of his prick down her slit until it was pressed firmly against her hole. Her cute tits grew straight up from her chest and the nipples seemed to point at him. Christ, she's one luscious piece of ass!
Holding his shaft in his hand, George bucked his hips and lunged into the child's vagina with everything he had.
Laura's scream bounced off the walls of the living room of George's apartment. The young girl thought that she was going to die! The pain was so intense tears welled in her eyes and ran in rivers down her cheeks. Her vagina was being ripped apart! She could feel her flesh expanding and tearing as he drove his hard rod into her hole!
" A A A a a a aaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! ! ! ! ! You 're killing meeeeeeeeeeee!! " she screamed. She beat her fists against his shoulders and arms and tried to kick him with her heels. She was held prisoner. Her young body was rolled into a ball and he had complete control of her crotch. She hated him for the way he ignored her screams and just kept right on shoving his prick into her ravaged body!
Then she felt his hairy balls brush against the cheeks of her ass and she instinctively knew that he had his penis all the way up her! The child was grateful that he had stopped lunging and thrusting into her and was holding his huge prick still inside her womb for the moment. The initial pain of penetration was gradually fading and giving way to the feeling of being uncomfortably stuffed. The walls of her young vagina had expanded and stretched to take his long, thick organ, but Laura was still certain that he had ripped her insides apart when he rammed his hard shaft into her body.
The worst part of it was that she was his complete prisoner! Her knees were doubled back against her chest, crushing her firm breasts under the weight of his hard body.
Laura felt his balls move in the crack of her ass. Her muscles tensed for the pain she was sure would follow when he once again began moving his prick inside her vagina.
Laura was surprised when the pain she expected failed to come. She felt him slide his thick pole slowly out of her womb until he was holding just the swollen head inside her hole.
"OOOOOOooohhh!! ! "
When he lunged forward to once again sink his cock to the depths of her tight cunt, Laura moaned with surprised joy! It felt good! It actually felt good! How could anything that hurt so much just a moment ago feel good now?
"What a nice, tight cunt!" George groaned as he slowly worked his throbbing meat in and out of her tight box. "like this?"
"OOOooohhh!! YES!" the child cried when he once again sunk his shaft deep in her well.
George deliberately mashed his pelvis against her clitoris every time he sent his prick to the bottom of her canal. She reacted by writhing beneath his thrusts and purring like an animal being stroked. The forty-seven-year-old man had to grit his teeth to hold onto himself. The child's cunt was so tight it felt like his cock was being held in a velvet vise.
Laura could hardly believe the transformation that had taken place in her body! She was once again tingling all over. As the waves of passion once again began coursing through her system, her nipples felt like hot coals burning against her knees. And every time he ground his pelvis against her clitoris the child saw brilliant bursts of color before her eyes.
"AAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!! ! " she moaned.
"like it?" George asked through gritted teeth.
"Yes! Oh, yes! OOOooohhh!! ! "
"Tell me," he said, sending his aching rod once more to the depths of the fourteen-year-old girl's womb.
"I like it! AAAhhh!! I like you fucking me! Please! Fuck me!"
Hearing that four-letter word come from her lips made Laura's spine tingle with excitement. She had never uttered that word in her entire life, but at this moment it was the most exciting word she had ever said.
"OOOOOOooohhh!! ! "
Now he was driving his prick in and out of her tight vagina like a wild piston! Each stroke was harder and faster than the last and she wondered if she was going to faint with pleasure. It felt so good! Surges of passion swept through her veins with each long stroke.
"AAAaaaHHH!! Fuck me now! NOW! FUCK ME!"
George relaxed and lunged his prick into the child's body with everything he had. The way she was trembling and moaning he knew that she was close to climax and he was going to give her a load of hot come she'd never forget!
Why any man would ever fuck a woman with a big loose cunt when he could have a young girl with a hot, tight twat, George would never know! He stared straight down into the pretty young girl's pale blue eyes as he rammed his cock in and out of her hole. He could feel his balls rumbling like a dangerous volcano.
Laura found herself staring into the older man's eyes while her body was consumed with a superheat she had never known before. He was so strong and handsome! And she loved the way her vagina felt so stuffed with his huge sausage!
The innocent young virgin received the surprise of her life when she felt the older man's prick explode inside her vagina. She felt it swell up and then burst to send what felt like gallons of hot cream splashing against her womb. And the minute the first jets of his come spurted into her, Laura's body exploded with its own orgasm.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! ! I'm ... COME ... COMMMMMMHINNNNNNGGG!! ! "
Laura felt her tender body melt as spasm after spasm ripped through her. She wrapped her arms and legs around the older man's neck and held on for dear life. Their bodies arched off the sofa, hung trembling in air, then collapsed into a heap of arms and legs.
"Did ... you ... like ... that?" George asked as he withdrew his prick from the child's tight cunt and gasped to fill his lungs with oxygen.
"Golly, yes!" Laura replied with a deep sigh of contentment.
"Me, too!" George sighed. "Nobody can stop a girl who can fuck like that from being a big star, Laura."
"Really?"
"Really. If you're willing, I'll work with you every day and we'll make you a star."
This was the beginning of a two-week orgy. Every afternoon they read lines together and then fucked and sucked each other until Laura had to go home for dinner. George taught her everything he knew about sex and Laura was a willing, eager pupil. She took him every way a girl can take a man, even up her rectum.
Then she began asking questions about the career he had promised her and became impatient with his vague answers. George recognized the pattern and reluctantly made ready to break it off. He precipitated an argument and they broke up.
What George Walker did not know was that Laura's mother had become suspicious and wormed the truth out of her daughter. Even though Laura refused to tell her mother George's name, Mrs. Morton paid a visit on the local District Attorney's office.
CHAPTER FIVE
"The girl refused to talk?" Chuck Ahler asked.
"I told the mother we couldn't build a case without some real evidence," assistant district attorney Milton Smith replied with a deep sigh, "but the daughter wouldn't give us the right time of day. Man, would I love to collar this guy!"
"Christ, Milt, we haven't even got a description of him!" Chuck protested.
"I know," Milt sighed, "but we know how he works."
"You really believe it's the same dude that seduced Peters girl a couple of years ago?" Chuck asked. "Hey, how about a cup of mud?"
"Good idea," Milt said. "Let's go downstairs to the cafeteria and have a mug. Yeah, I'm sure it's the same dude, Chuck. The MO is almost identical."
"Did he pick the Peters girl up at school?" Chuck asked in the elevator as they descended to the cafeteria on the lobby floor.
"Yep. Well, within a block of school," Milt corrected. "And he pulled the movie-producer-looking-for-a-location bit."
"Same in this case?" Chuck asked, leading the way into the cafeteria and filling a mug with steaming coffee from the urn at the head of the line.
"According to what Laura told her mother," Milt replied as they took a table and sat down.
"Cynthia Peters, wasn't it?" Chuck asked.
Charles Ahler had been with the district attorney's office for a little over two years and vaguely remembered the case. His memory was sharpened by the fact that he had two young teenage daughters and the thought of one of them falling into something like this made his gut tie itself in knots.
"Right. She gave us enough to make a case, but the bastard disappeared and went to ground somewhere," Milt responded.
Milton Smith also had a teenage daughter and a reason to want this man stopped.
"Does CIC have anything on this dude?" Chuck asked.
"Intelligence reports some eight cases in northern California that have a similar MO," Milt said. "It's possible that the guy moves around."
"He's obviously clever," Chuck remarked.
"If we could just get a line on him," Milt said with a slap of his palm on the table, "we could bust his balls for him!"
"Christ, Milt, he got away from us when we had a description of him two years ago."
"Any chance of turning this Laura Morton around?"
"Not much, I'm afraid," Milt replied. "I thought we might have a chance if she turned up pregnant, but she started her period last week and I doubt she'll ever tell us a thing."
"Even if we catch him?" Chuck demanded.
"Maybe not even then," Milt admitted.
"Then how in the hell could we ever build a case on him when we don't have a willing witness?"
"No way, I suppose," Milt replied.
"Unless, of course, we set him up," Chuck added with a light chuckle.
"Why not?" Milt said quickly. "Hell, in a case like this the ends justify the means. Why can't we set him up?"
Chuck laughed and drained his cup of coffee.
"I can give you a dozen reasons," Chuck said. "But first, I want some more coffee."
Milt's face registered a mildly perplexed look as he followed Chuck to the coffee urn. They refilled their cups and returned to the table.
"Okay, lay it on me why we can't set this dude up, Chuck."
"Well, for openers, we know the dude-likes young chicks-real young."
"So?" Milt demanded.
"So what do we use for bait?" Chuck asked with a laugh. "He won't take one of our hookers, not if he wants grade-school tail."
"I hadn't considered that," Milt admitted grudgingly. "Any more obstacles?"
"Well, I'd say that whoever we use as bait will have to ball the dude. In fact, to make a case that will stick, she'll have to ball him and then get him to get some young gal in an orgy with them. An informer balling the guy and then testifying in court wouldn't hold up, would it?"
"No, I guess not," Milt said. "Shit!"
"But if we did have a chick who would go the route for us, I think we might just lay him away," Chuck said pensively. "Of course, there's another problem."
"What?"
"How do we tie the bait to the fish?" Chuck asked. "We don't know who he is, where he is, or where hell strike next. Christ, we'd have to stake out fifty grade schools in the area!"
"Chuck, if we had the bait, I think we could sit down and map out where he'll strike next. We could probably draw a pattern from his past escapades and limit the number of target areas down to a couple ripe ones."
"You're probably right," Chuck said. "But where do we get the right kind of bait?
"Look, why don't we pass the word down to vice and narcotics?" Milt suggested. "I'll admit that it's a long shot, but with a little bit of luck we might just be able to find the right bait to catch this bastard!"
"I'm with you on one condition," Chuck said.
"What?"
'That the bait is of legal age. Christ, Milt, setting a dude up like this is as illegal as hell, and we could get our nuts in a vise! We'll be taking a chance that it'll backfire on us all the way."
"I agree!" Milt replied with a smile. "Well limit our exposure all the way down the line, but I sure want to collar this sonofabitch!"
CHAPTER SIX
George glanced around nervously as he climbed out of the Porsche. There didn't seem to be anybody around, so he quickly opened the passenger side of the car and helped thirteen-year-old Clara Jackson out.
"Here, we'll go up the back stairs, Clara," he said quickly, ushering her through the passageway between the apartments and up the staircase.
George wasn't at all comfortable. In the first place, he'd only had this new apartment three days and he didn't know the area that well yet. The fact that young Clara Jackson was as black as the ace of spades didn't contribute to his sense of well being. This was the first time that George had ever picked up a black girl, and although he ached to add a piece of chocolate ass to his list, he wasn't anxious to be seen with a colored child.
If anybody ever saw him bringing one of the other girls home he could always claim she was his daughter or niece, but there was no way anybody would buy that with a gal as black as Clara Jackson!
"Here we go," he announced as he slipped his key into the door and opened the apartment. Once he had Clara inside and the door closed behind them, George relaxed for the first time.
He had used his standard routine, this time searching for a predominantly black neighborhood, and for the last two days they had driven around in the Porsche.
"Man, this is some layout!" Clara exclaimed as she looked around the expensive apartment. "You must do okay in the movies!"
"Well, I manage to make a living," George replied with a laugh, once again studying the pretty black girl's almost astonishing figure.
He'd spotted her when he staked out the grade school in south San Jose. George hadn't realized that it was a predominantly black school until the children began emerging from the building. He was about to drive off when Clara bounced down the steps. She was a big girl for her age. He guessed her to be almost five and a half feet tall. And built! She had a set of tits any full grown woman would envy! Big ripe grapefruits that bounced freely on her braless chest. Her waist was narrow, but her ass was as full blown as her tits, big ripe mellons that rested on the top of her long legs.
George had hesitated for a moment before deciding to follow her home. He'd always longed for some black ass, but he'd never seen the right opportunity. Another glance at Clara's tits bouncing as she skipped along the sidewalk had helped him make his decision.
Clara was a little nervous in the white man's apartment. She'd been high stepping for the last two days-riding around where her friends could see her in the man's white Porsche, and now she suspected that she'd have to pay the bill.
Not that this white man could do much to her she hadn't already had done! On the streets of south San Jose, a girl came of age fast. Clara had been sucking cocks since she was nine, and she'd been fucking for over a year.
Clara had never had a white man before. The idea intrigued her. The problem was that she was wearing a tampon today. She couldn't do much while she had her period!
"How long have you been working in the movies, George?" she asked with her prettiest smile as she sat down on the couch. Clara didn't really believe any of this movie shit, but she couldn't afford to take a chance.
Hell, the man might be for real! And what if she blew her only real chance? Look at what happened to Elly Mae. She'd let a white stud pick her up on the corner and now she was living in a penthouse apartment on top of a big fat high rise! Of course Elly Mae was only fourteen and her parents were furious, but hell anything would be better than where they lived!
"Quite a while, Clara," George replied, sitting down next to the young girl and trying his best not to stare at her big nipples pointing out of her sweater.
"And you really think there might be a chance for me to make it in the movies?" she asked.
"Of course there is," George assured the girl. "We're always looking for sexy black girls. Of course what I have in mind will be putting you into something with a white male lead. Now that might bother you, Clara. Some of the black stars today don't like playing a role where they have to pretend to be in love with a white man."
"That don't bother me none," Clara laughed.
"Great!" George said. "How about reading a few lines with me, Clara? I'd like to see how you read."
"Sure! Hey, Man, I'd do anything to get me a chance in the movies! Anything! You dig?"
"I think so," George replied a little nervously. If he was reading her right, she was offering herself to him. He was tempted to tell her to take her clothes off right now, but he reminded himself that she was only in the seventh grade. He'd have to be sure. "Look, we'll read this scene together. You're Jenny,okay?"
"Okay," Clara replied with a smile as she brushed her breast against his arm leaning over to look at the script he was holding in his hand.
"The idea is that we've been dating for a while and we both know that we've fallen in love. We know that we're going to kiss and make love, but we're sort of stalling for a moment. Got it?"
"Sure!"
"Now when we get to the place where I kiss you, you've got to convince me that you're Jenny and you're really in love. So give it all you've got, okay?"
"Right on!"
Clara smiled to herself. She still wasn't sure if he was for real, but she knew that he was aiming for her to take care of him. Hell, what did she have to lose?
Clara read the lines convincingly. When she reached the pause, she looked up and saw the older white man staring into her eyes. Clara had seen that look before. It was raw lust and it sort of excited her. She opened her lips as he brought his face to hers, wondering what it was like to kiss a white man.
He sure don't mess around, the thirteen-year-old black girl said to herself when the minute their lips touched he shot his tongue deep into her mouth. She met his tongue with her own and threw her arms around his neck to press her boobs against his chest as they embraced.
Clara felt strange kissing a white man, especially one as old as George was. She was sure he was older than her father! She thought about what her father would do if he saw her necking a white stud and a shiver coursed down her young spine.
Her father hated all honkies! Born and raised on a small farm in Alabama, Hank Jackson had no use for white people at all! If he ever caught her with this man, he'd whip her until she couldn't sit down. And he'd probably whip out his knife and cut the man's balls off! Well, he wouldn't catch her. He worked all day and at night he was too busy laying his black pipe in whatever hole he could find in the neighborhood!
Clara had seen her father ball two of the neighbors. He'd fucked Mary Ann next door in the hall. They did it standing up. Clara had been ready to leave the apartment when she heard a noise in the hall outside. She opened the door a crack and peeked out. Mary Ann was in the corner of the hall bending down to touch her toes and Clara's father had her dress hiked up around her waist and her panties down around her thighs. Even in the dark of the hall Clara had been able to see her father's long prick sliding up between the cheeks of Mary Ann's ass!
Golly! Did this dude ever kiss! Clara could even feel a slight tingling sensation beginning in her body! This surprised the young girl because she seldom turned on with men. She simply learned to philosophically service whatever man she was with, but man-oh-man could this dude kiss!
The thirteen-year-old black girl wondered if the forty-seven-year-old white man wanted to ball her? The way he was swabbing her mouth with his tongue and crushing her tits against his chest could hardly be called a friendship embrace! Then why didn't he start feeling her up?
Clara had no sooner passed the idea through her head than she felt the white man's hand creeping slowly down from her shoulder to her chest. Now we're going to get this show on the road! she told herself. But he's sure taking his own sweet time!
George Walker was doing something very rare. He was varying his routine! The way this pubescent black girl was responding to his kiss was too much!
She was literally climbing all over him! She had her arms around his neck and her knee was already up in his lap.
More to the point, her big firm tits were crushing against his chest so hard he could actually feel her sharp, pointed nipples burning through their combined clothes.
If George had ever had a young girl who was ready, Clara was it! The only way George could hold any control whatsoever over himself was to keep reminding himself about how young she was. It was still possible that this was all some game as far as the child was concerned. George doubted it, but he had to be sure.
He dropped his hand slowly from her well-rounded shoulder to her bulging chest. He had to release some of his tension to get his hand between their tightly pressed bodies. Then he cupped one of the biggest, ripest tits he had ever felt in the palm of his hand. Her tit was as firm as a rock, which surprised him. Usually a girl with tits this big had flabby, soft flesh, but Clara's breast was like molded marble.
"UUUuuuummmmmm!! ! "
Clara's moan surprised her. This wasn't the first time a man had fondled her nipple. Not by a long shot! But she had never responded like this before. She'd never felt like this before! The way he began rolling her hard, aroused nipple between his thumb and forefinger sent tiny electric sparks flowing through the immature teenager's body.
She liked it! Wow, did she ever like it! It made her skin crawl with bubbles of excitement! She wiggled and squirmed with delight and moaned again. Clara wondered why this ole white man could do this to her when none of the black brothers could make her feel like this?
"Uuuuummmmmmm!! ! "
George broke their kiss and took a deep breath. "Wow, Clara!" he gasped. "You sure turn me on!"
"Hey, me, too!" Clara giggled.
"Do you make it with boys like this much?" he asked, still fondling her aroused nipple and holding her close.
"No," she sighed truthfully. She had plenty of experience, but never like this.
"With a body like yours, Clara," he said, giving her great tit a squeeze, "I don't know how the boys can leave you alone! You've sure given me a juicy hard-on, I can tell you that!"
Clara smiled and leaned forward to run her tongue around his lips affectionately.
"Can I feel it?" Clara asked in a low, husky voice.
"Sure!" George moaned, relieved that his instinct about the young black girl had been right. She was ready to trot!
Clara pushed her pink tongue into the white man's mouth and dropped her hand casually into his lap. Instantly, she found the hard bulge in his slacks. Her sensitive palm told her that the tip was already good and moist. She could feel a spreading damp circle on his slacks.
"AAaahhhh!! ! " George moaned with pleasure when the child began rubbing the palm of her hand over his aching prick. Her tongue was probing the inner recesses of his mouth. For the first time in his life, George Walker found himself in the passive role temporarily.
When her firm rubbing on his cock made his balls threaten to explode, George broke their hot kiss.
"Come on, Clara," he said a little breathlessly, "take off your clothes. I wnat to see this beautiful body of yours."
"Will you take yours off, too?" she asked.
"Sure!" George sighed.
Without another word, Clara reached down and grasped the bottom of her sweater and began pulling it up over her head. George's balls rumbled when he saw her naked tits. They were even better than he had thought they would be. They sat on her chest like big ripe melons. Her nipples were almost as large as the breast of many young girls. While she was pulling her sweater over her head, he reached out and took her breasts in his hands. They were so firm!
"like my boobs?" Clara giggled.
"Incredible!" George replied.
"Hey, how about you? Ain't you gonna peel?" she demanded with a mock pout on her lips.
"Have you ever made it with a white man before, Clara?"
"No."
"And you want to see what a white prick looks like."
"Sure!"
George laughed and began slipping his shirt over his head.
"Hey, you're sure hairy!" Clara giggled. Most black men she knew did not have near the amount of body hair this old white man had. It seemed to grow in curly thatches all over him!
"What about the rest of your clothes?" George taunted as he threw his sport shirt on the end of the couch and began unzipping his slacks.
"Okay!" Clara laughed. Her voice and tendency to giggle belied the seeming maturity of her body. When she spoke, Clara was still a child.
She stood up, her breasts jiggling gently on her chest as she moved, and began unbuttoning her jeans. She wore no belt and as soon as she had three buttons on her jeans open her pants began to slide down. Clara hesitated a moment. Should she pull her panties down, too? Then he would see the string of her tampon and know she was having her period. Maybe it would be better to keep her panties on as long as she could.
Clara glanced over at the forty-seven-year-old white man and saw him stoop down to step out of his slacks and shorts. When he straightened up she saw his long, hard prick sticking out from his groin. She giggled when she saw it.
His prick was the same shape as the black cocks she had seen, but so much smaller. She bet that it wasn't much more than six or seven inches long! And its pink color made it look like a toy!
"What's so funny?" George asked.
"Nothing," the black child replied quickly. She didn't want to make him mad! "I was just thinking that your prick looks good enough to eat, that's all. like a big old piece of peppermint."
"Have you ever tasted a white cock, Clara?"
"No."
"Want to?"
"Sure!"
"Well?"
Clara smiled and dropped to her knees on the floor. She crawled over to kneel in front of the white man and smiled broadly as she looked up into his eyes. Then, without removing her gaze from his eyes, she reached up and took his hard prick in her jet-black hand.
George hadn't felt this horny and raunchy in a long time. He stood with his legs spread slightly apart and stared down at the pretty black girl kneeling like a slave before him. Her big tits stuck straight out and her pointed nipples brushed against his thighs as she leaned in to bring his aching rod to her face.
Clara was fascinated with the older man's prick. It was so different from the black cocks she had seen! The bright pink, swollen bulb at the end of his shaft looked like a cherry-flavored lollipop to the young girl. She brought it to her nose and inhaled, but was disappointed with the odor. It smelled like it had been scrubbed with soap and it lacked the acrid aroma she was used to.
She circled her fingers around the shaft of his trembling organ and gently pulled the foreskin back so that the head popped out. Then she parted her lips and encircled them around the bright pink tip.
"AAAaahhhh!! ! That feels good, Clara!" George moaned when she took his cock between her black lips and slowly began drawing it inside her warm little mouth.
The contrast in the color of their skin seemed to stimulate George. Clara was as black as a human being could be. Her skin was the tone of polished ebony. This was emphasized by the pink color of her young tongue and inner mouth. It was even more emphasized by the pale color of his rigid penis slowly disappearing between her jet black lips.
The way she took his cock to the depths of her throat and caressed his shaft with her tongue told George without doubt that this was not Clara's first sexual adventure. She knew how to suck a cock!
As she drew his hard shaft into her throat, Clara felt that strange tingling sensation once again sweep through her body. Why, she wondered? She gave blow-jobs whenever it was required of her, but it never turned her on like this before. Was it because this dude was white? She wiggled her breasts so that her hot nipples brushed against his hairy thighs. Man, was she ever getting hot!
Clara began bobbing her head in and out at the older man's crotch. She had sucked several cocks kneeling down like this. Every Monday morning the black principal of her school called her into his office and took her into his coat closet and locked the door so she could blow him like this.
To the thirteen-year-old black girl, things like that had no real meaning. She'd do it as long as it somehow benefited her, but it was nothing more than a mechanical act as far as the child was concerned. Then why did sucking this white man's small prick turn her on like this?
She felt her nipples burning as she rubbed them back and forth against his thighs. She could even feel the moisture gathering between her legs.
Clara reached up and grasped his pink balls in her black hand and began fondling them while she took his hard, throbbing organ in and out of her mouth. For the first time, Clara was enjoying sucking a cock!
"Hey! WOW! I can't take much more of that!" George moaned, taking the black girl's face in his hands and forcing her mouth away from his aching prick.
"Aren't you gonna let me drain your balls?" Clara asked as he pulled her up.
"Sure, Clara," George said, hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and pulling them down over her ample hips. "Let's drain them in your cunt!"
"But ... Look..."
"What's the matter, Clara? Don't you like to fuck?" George asked with a laugh.
"I can't!" she protested as he yanked her panties down her thighs. "I'm wearing the white cigar, Man."
"What?"
"I've got my period," she explained, reaching down to grasp his cock and balls in her hands. "Why don't you let me blow this sweet stick?"
"If the front door is closed," George said with a smile, "what do you do?"
"Go around back ... Hey! That will hurt!"
"Have you ever had a cock in your ass, Clara?" George asked patiently, placing his hands on her shoulders and slowly turning her around.
"No," she admitted.
"Then how do you know that it will hurt?"
"I've heard!" she said defiantly.
"Well, this is a good time to find out for yourself," George said firmly. "Now bend over like you were going to pick something up from the floor, Clara."
"No. I don't want to be hurt."
"Bend over, Clara!" he snapped.
George didn't give a damn how much she resisted. His cock was as hot as a burning rocket and he was going to shove it into her black body! His nuts roared like an earthquake as he gazed down at the black child's buttocks. The cheeks of her ebony ass were like big, firm balloons. He stepped up behind her and put his hands on her waist.
Now bend down!
His voice was low, mean and determined and it frightened the thirteen-year-old black girl. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly bent double at her waist.
"You won't hurt me?" she said.
"I'll make you come this way, Clara," George smiled.
Clara looked back through her widespread legs and saw the white man move closer with his pink cock in his pale white hand. She saw him aim at her ass-hole, then she felt the soft textured head of his organ pressed against her anus.
His cock looked like a white arrow sticking in a black target and George could hardly contain himself. Holding her waist firmly, he jerked his hips and thrust hard into the child's virginal bowels.
"Hey! AAAAAAAaaaaaaaauuuuuu-uuurrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!! ! ! STOP IT!" Clara screamed at the top of her lungs when he lunged his hard prick deep into her rectum. It felt like he was shoving a red hot branding iron up her ass!
"YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEE!! ! ! " she cried.
In an effort to escape the painful penetration of her bowels Clara fell to her knees on the floor, but the white man followed her down shoving his prick deeper and deeper up her ass-hole. He pushed her shoulders down on the floor and held her in a kneeling position with her tail humped high in the air. She felt his balls slapping against her slit as he pumped his meat to her like a mad man. "OOOoooohhh!! ! "
Clara's moan came from the depths of her being like a growl when he reached around her waist and placed his hand on her cunt to begin fondling her aroused clitoris with his fingers while he pumped his cock steadily into her bowels. The sharp, searing pain had faded, but it still hurt. There was a dull ache throbbing throughout the young girl's body.
What surprised her was how aroused she had become! His finger on her clit was igniting intense fires all through her system. These fires grew more demanding by the second when she stared back between her legs to watch his rigid, pink shaft worming its way in and out of her ass-hole.
"OH! Hey, Man! OOOOOoooohh!! ! "
"like it up your ass, Clara?" George grunted as he held her waist with one hand and rammed his aching rod deep into the child's tight rectum. Her anal canal was so tight it pulled the foreskin back on his prick each time he sent it deep into her bowels.
"Yes!" she groaned. "It hurts, but it sure does feel good! And that finger of yours! OOOOOooohhhh!! ! "
Clara could hardly credit it, but she was getting close to climax. The child had seldom reached orgasm with anything other than her own hand in bed at night and she was confused by the fact that she was so aroused with this older white man. Watching his pink balls sway and bob between his legs as he lunged his white pole up her tail seemed to add to her excitement.
"Hey, Man! You're going ... to ... make me come! Aaahh!"
The thirteen-year-old black girl was on the sharp edge of orgasm when it happened. His cock suddenly expanded and exploded in her bowels. The first jets of his hot cream in her rectum triggered the child's climax.
Clara's body seemed to come unglued. She even thought that her tampon would pop right out of her cunt! Her whole body quaked and shook violently as she experienced her first real heterosexual climax. She could feel his hot come oozing out of her anus to drip down her thighs and she clutched the fuck carpet to hold on while gripping spasms coursed through her system.
Then she felt his hard prick slowly sliding out of her tight ass-hole and she moaned the protest of her body and its empty, spent feeling.
"Man, you don't have to put me in no movies if you can make me come like that!" she sighed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Sign for the prisoner, and she's all yours, Smith."
Milt Smith looked at the jail matron. He noted that she had omitted his title, or even the courtesy of 'Mister.' Her severe masculine appearance told the story, but Milt wondered why they would let an obvious lesbian work in a female juvenile detention center. Milt took out his pen and signed opposite the prisoner's name.
"She turned eighteen last week," the matron added. "Should have been transferred then."
"That, matron, is your problem, not ours," Milt said. "I'll be sure to report the fact that you're keeping them here after they turn eighteen, however."
"Up yours, buster!" the matron snapped.
Eighteen-year-old Kim Bradley watched this exchange with mixed emotions. She was terrified of the matron. Kim could still remember vividly her first day in the detention center six months ago. The matron had assigned her to a single cell, and that same night after lights went out the matron had come in and raped her.
Kim still remembered how terrified she was when the matron pulled her panties off and went down on her. Even more vivid in her mind was the memory of the first time the matron had sat on her face and forced her to eat HER hairy pussy!
But Kim had been here six months now and knew the routine. like every other prisoner, she longed to get out. But Kim knew she wasn't getting out. She was being transferred to the adult jail because she was now eighteen.
She looked at the two men who had come to pick her up and she wanted to split! They were like all of the pigs! In her mind Kim was certain that they hadn't brought her to trial yet because they had been stalling until she was eighteen so that they could hit her with a stiff sentence.
"Let's go," Milt said, mad at himself for taking that shot at the matron.
Kim offered no resistance when each of the men took her arms and led her toward the main door to the street.
"Aren't you going to put me in chains like Squeaky Fromme?" Kim asked.
"I don't think that's necessary, Kim," Milt replied. "Unless you want us to put cuffs on you. Do you?"
"No," she replied in a small voice.
"Milt, why in the hell did you take a shot at that matron back there?" Chuck Ahler asked as they walked up to the unmarked car and opened the door for Kim.
"I should have kept my mouth shut," Milt admitted, "but that type gets me. Why in the hell they let a bull dyke like her in a detention center is beyond me. I'll bet she seduces ever new prisoner they bring in."
"Only white girls," Kim remarked.
Both men looked at Kim. Milt shrugged his shoulders and nodded to Chuck to get behind the wheel.
Milt had to remind himself not to show Kim how pleased he was with her. She was perfect! Absolutely perfect! Kim was short, less than five feet, and had a very slight build. She wore her blonde hair close cropped and her heart-shaped face made her look much younger than her eighteen years. She could, in fact, pass for thirteen or fourteen easily! And that was just what they wanted!
"Where are you taking me?" Kim asked as the car pulled onto the Bayshore Highway and headed south. "Which stinking jail are you going to put me
"Any preferences?" Milt asked with a broad smile.
"Sure! The one where they have Patty Hearst," Kim shot back.
"We'll see," Milt said noncommittally. "First, we thought we'd run down to our office for a chat."
"So you can book me as an adult."
"Maybe. That all depends."
"On what?" Kim asked suspiciously. "On our chat, Kim," Milt said gently. "Say, who are you guys, anyway? Where are we going?"
"District Attorney's office, San Jose," Milt said quietly.
"San Jose? You've got nothing on me in San Jose!" Kim said.
"I said that all we want is to chat with you, Kim," Milt said. "Get that chip off your shoulder. We're not out for your scalp."
"Yeah? We'll see," Kim said.
The rest of the drive was made in silence. Kim pretended to be looking out the window, but her mind was racing in an effort to figure out the angle.
Chuck drove into the county building and parked on the lower level. Kim walked between them to the elevator and followed them into the district attorney's office. Milt led her down the hall and into his small but comfortable office. He indicated a chair and Kim sat down. Milt crossed behind his desk and picked up the folder the San Mateo police had supplied him.
"Cigarette?" he offered, reminding himself again that she was eighteen. She looked so young!
"Sure!" Kim said in a cocky tone of voice. She took one from the package he held out and then accepted a light from his Zippo.
"This is your file, Kim," Milt said with a sigh as he sat down behind his desk and opened the folder. " Kimberly Bradley, seventy-six nineteen El Camino Real. That's not your home, Kim. That's where you were picked up. Where do you live?"
"Look, I've been all through this two dozen times," Kim replied wearily.
"And you refused to give your home address. I know," Milt said with a smile. "And I guess I know why. You don't want your parents to know you were picked up on a dope charge. I imagine that your parents live somewhere outside California. How am I doing?"
"It's your game, you make the rules," Kim replied.
Her words were defiant, but Milt saw in her eyes that he had hit the mark.
"I'd also say that you were raised in a pretty decent family," he continued. "Your parents have no idea where you are or what you're doing. You don't want them to know that you drifted from one bed to another out here, or that you lived with a guy who made his living pushing drugs and running prostitutes."
"Prostitutes?" Kim snapped with surprise.
"Don't play innocent with me, Kim!" Milt said with a sudden firmness in his voice. "You didn't think that Fran, Kitty, Paula and the rest who dropped by the apartment every day were his kid sisters, did you? They were girls your boy friend hooked on 'H' and then put out to work to support their habit. You escaped the same fate only because they busted Larry before he could hook you and train you, Kim."
Kim opened her mouth to speak, then shut her lips tight and glared at Milt.
"In case you're interested, Larry copped a plea yesterday and will be sentenced next week," Milt continued. "He'll do a minimum of eight years, Kim, so you won't be seeing him soon."
"So what's this got to do with me?" Kim asked, her confidence now badly shaken.
"Let's review your situation, Kim," Chuck said, moving around the desk to pick up the folder. "You were arrested when you handed four packets of smack to an undercover agent and accepted four hundred dollars in cash as payment."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't know what was in those packets?" Kim cried. "Larry asked me to give them to that guy and take the money!"
"At the time of your arrest," Chuck continued, "you were searched and the officer found five more packets and a roll of bills that totaled over one thousand dollars."
"Look..." Kim began.
"You look, Kim," Milt said quickly. "Do you think you'll ever convince a judge you weren't dealing? You handed junk to an undercover agent, accepted cash and had more junk and cash in your possession! What judge or jury is going to believe you weren't dealing, Kim?"
"What's the use," Kim sighed, sagging back in her chair, "nobody is ever going to believe me-even if what I tell them is the God's truth!"
"With luck," Chuck said quietly, "you'll get five years."
"Gee, thanks," Kim returned sarcastically. "Or," Milt remarked, "it's possible that you could be released and charges dropped."
"How?" Kim asked a little too quickly. "By cooperating with us," Chuck said. "Look, I'm not turning evidence against Larry!
They tried their best to get me to do that!"
"This has nothing to do with Larry, Kim," Milt said softly.
"We told you that he copped a plea," Chuck remarked. "Larry's case is closed."
"Then...? "
"We need some help on a case of our own," Milt replied.
"I'm not going to fink on any of my friends," Kim said firmly.
"This has nothing to do with your friends, Kim," Milt said with a smile. "Let me fill you in."
Leaning back in his chair and placing his hands behind his head, Milt Smith slowly outlined what they knew about the older man who was seducing young girls. He began with the facts of the case two years before and brought it up to date with the most recent incident involving a thirteen-year-old black girl, Clara Jackson.
"They called us from the emergency ward at the hospital," Chuck said, taking up the narrative. "The girl had been beaten badly."
"Critical condition, I think was the phrase," Milt added.
"Right," Chuck continued. "Her father did it. Claims she was playing around with an old white man."
"And you think that the same man did all of this?" Kim asked.
"We do," Milt responded.
"Where do I fit in?" Kim asked in a quiet tone.
"This guy-likes pretty, young girls," Milt replied. "You're a very pretty girl, and with the right clothes and all you could look quite young."
"You want me to let this ... this old man pick me up?" Kim asked incredulously.
"It's the best way we have to trap him." Chuck responded.
"And you want me to be your bait!" Kim demanded nervously.
"That's right, Kim," Milt said. "Of course it's voluntary on your part, Kim."
"You can turn us down," Chuck added quickly. "We just thought that you might welcome our help in your own case. We could see to it that the charges against you are dismissed."
"You mean I'd be set free without a record, probation, or any of that crap?" Kim asked.
"We can't erase your arrest, Kim," Milt said gently. "That's a matter of record. The record could be made to show that all charges leading to your arrest were dropped as a result of lack of evidence, or for cooperation. So it's about the same as a clean bill of health."
A silence fell over the small office. Milt stared steadily into Kim's pale blue eyes. Chuck, a little nervous about the highly questionable trap they were about to set, glanced idly around the room.
Kim's brain was working fast in an effort to sift through the proposition and promises. She knew very well that what they said about her being convicted if she went to trail was true. They had more than enough evidence on her to convict her, even if she wasn't really guilty of being a dealer in drugs.
The prospect of years in a jail cell made her shudder. And her parents would be certain to find out. Not that Kim really cared that much about what her parents thought. If she had been concerned about her parents, Kim would never have run away from the family farm in Iowa.
The eighteen-year-old girl knew how much it would hurt her mother. And she also knew that her mother's health was precarious. Three years ago the doctor had told the family that Kim's mother had an enlarged heart. This could kill her.
Kim had been able to send a letter home once a week when she first left home. All those months in the juvenile home, she had not dared write. The return address would have given her away.
"How can you get the charges against me dropped?" Kim asked. "This is another county."
"If you agree to help us," Milt replied, "I'll call San Mateo County right now. If we can't make a deal, you can forget the whole thing."
"And what do I have to do?" Kim asked suspiciously.
"Get our man to pick you up," Chuck responded.
"And?" Kim asked.
"Help us build a case on him," Milt said.
"Do I have to ball him?" Kim asked quickly.
Neither man replied. They both stared steadily at Kim. The answer to her question was implied, and neither one wanted to verbally confirm it.
"That's it, isn't it?" Kim laughed. "You two are something else! You're not comfortable talking about sex in front of a female. You remind me of my father! Hell, I've balled enough guys, what's one more? That's what you want, isn't it?"
"We'll leave the details up to you, Kim." Milt said. "What we're concerned with is building an air-tight case against this guy."
"So how do I do that?" Kim asked with a smile. She didn't like one thing about this, but she was practical enough to swallow the pill if it meant she'd be free without a conviction.
"We have to have a witness to testify in court," Chuck began.
"One the defense can't tear apart on the stand," Milt added. "Our witness will have to testify she saw the man seduce an under-age female."
The implication was clear to Kim. She would have to somehow get the man into some kind of an orgy or sexual threesome. A few months ago the though of making it with another girl would have been out of the question, but after her extensive exposure in the juvenile home it didn't bother the eighteen-year-old girl.
Kim saw the two men staring at her in anticipation and she knew they were waiting for her to make a decision. The whole thing made her sick, went against her grain. She hated the thought of helping the law trap another human being. And she hated these two men for suggesting it. Yet she had to fight her own battle for survival in this hostile world and her own well being came first.
She nodded her head affirmatively and Milt picked up the phone to call the San Mateo authorities.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kim was both discouraged and disgusted. After three weeks of dressing in knee-length stockings and carrying books to walk away from two different grade schools when classes broke for the day, she had accomplished absolutely nothing!
Every night she had to return to the county building to go home with Milt Smith. She was staying with his family until this was over. She'd begged them to let her go her own way, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Milt explained that the moment she spotted the man they would provide her a local cover. But until she had pulled this off she was to stay with his family.
Kim stepped out of the building that housed the Earl Warren Elementary School and began walking slowly down the steps to the sidewalk. It wasn't until she had reached the curb that she noticed the white Porsche 914. Her heart skipped a beat! The father of the black girl had mentioned a white Porsche to the police. He said that people had seen his daughter riding around with a white man in the sports car.
Kim was positive that the Porsche had not been here the last few days! She'd memorized every car that came for children over the past few days.
Kim quickly joined a group of girls talking in front of the school building. Following Milt's suggestion, she glanced at the Porsche and memorized the license number. She had to fight back the urge to write it down. Milt had told her that she had to be very careful not to alarm the suspect. She repeated the license number a dozen times until she knew she had it perfect.
Breaking away from the group and walking alone slowly down the street, Kim said a silent prayer that this was the man. She wiggled her hips provocatively, praying that she was his type. As she slowly turned the corner at the end of the block, her heart once again skipped a beat! The Porsche had pulled away from the curb and was following her!
The eighteen-year-old girl posing as an eighth-grader tried to remember what Milt had told her to do when this happened. She was to walk to the drugstore on the corner of Ash and Morrow Lane and call him. He would give her an address to walk to.
In the reflection of the plate glass window of the drugstore Kim saw that the Porsche was still following her. Hang in there, mister, hang in there, the young girl thought to herself as she walked into the drugstore to call Milt.
"I think we may have him," Kim said when Milt finally came on the line. She gave him the license number of the Porsche and breathed a sigh of relief when it was purged from her memory.
"Good work!" Milt said. "Now hold on for a minute. I'll be right back."
Kim heard him push the button and put her on hold. She glanced back over her shoulder to see if the man had entered the drugstore. Several people had come in, but the man wasn't among them and Kim once again sighed with relief.
"Okay," Milt's voice said, startling her as he came back on the line so abruptly. "Walk to seventy-six forty-four Shadow Lane. That's about six blocks from where you are. Know where it is?"
"I think so," Kim replied. "What do I do there?"
"Walk in the front door as if it were your home," Milt replied. "The front door will be unlocked. The people know that you're coming. Their name is Sonderson. They think you're a police officer working on a case and they'll cooperate. They're friends."
"And what do I do once I'm in the house?"
"Go into the living room and look out the window to the street. See if the Porsche drives by. The drapes will be pulled so that you can peek through the center without being seen. If he parks out front anywhere, stay in the house for a while, then go out and walk down the block to see if he tries to pick you up. If he doesn't show, or if he stays for just a few minutes and leaves, walk up and down the block for a while and then come on in. Got it?"
"Got it," Kim sighed, resigning herself to a task for which she had absolutely no enthusiasm.
Kim left the phone booth and started to buy a package of cigarettes. She remembered just in time that they might ask her for her identification because she looked so young, so she decided to settle for a pack of gum.
When she left the drugstore, Kim saw the Porsche parked halfway down the block. The eighteen year old took a deep breath as the situation left the stage of theory and approached becoming a reality. She knew that she was no longer playing a game.
Kim walked a block, then stopped and pretended to be looking in a boutique window. She wanted to see if the white Porsche was following her. When she saw him pull up to the curb and pretend to be looking for an address, Kim's heart began pounding in her chest.
She had to force herself to walk slowly as she began making her way toward Shadow Lane. Without appearing to be watching, she noted that the Porsche was staying behind her. Each time she reached the end of a block, the Porsche would pull into the curb and wait for her to walk another block.
When she turned left on Shadow Lane, Kim thought for a moment that she had lost him. She checked the numbers of the houses as she walked along the street and was pleased that she easily spotted the Sonderson mail box before she reached the house. In an effort to make it look as though she was really at home, Kim skipped across the front lawn of the Sonderson house and entered the front door.
"In here," the elderly, white-haired woman said the minute Kim entered the house.
Kim followed the woman into the living room and walked immediately to the closed drapes. She parted the drapes a fraction of an inch and looked out on Shadow Lane. Disappointment flooded her system when she saw no sign of the Porsche. Then she saw it coming down the street very slowly!
Kim watched the man drive slowly by the house. The Porsche disappeared for a couple of minutes and then made another slow pass by the house. Kim saw him stare at the mailbox and knew that he was memorizing the name.
Once again he drive away and Kim tried to steady the beating of her heart as she waited for him to make another pass down the street. Five minutes went by and the Porsche did not appear. Kim realized that he was either parked down the block or gone for the afternoon. She sighed and backed away from the drapes.
"Did it work?" the kindly, gray-haired woman asked.
"Yes, Mrs. Sonderson, it worked," Kim said with a deep sigh.
"I'm glad," Mrs. Sonderson beamed. "We're always ready to cooperate with the police. My, you look so young to be a policeman I mean policewoman."
"Thanks for helping," Kim said, shuddering visibly when the woman called her a cop. "I'm supposed to leave my books here. Somebody will pick them up this evening."
"Surely! Glad to help the police," Mrs. Sonderson beamed.
"I ... I may have to come here again tomorrow," Kim said softly. "I won't know..."
"Don't you worry about a thing!" Mrs. Sonderson assured the young girl. "We'll have the door unlocked at the same time and you're perfectly welcome."
Kim smiled and took her leave of the woman. She walked idly up and down the block for over an hour, but the Porsche and the man were nowhere in evidence. With a deep sigh she caught a bus and rode downtown to meet Milt Smith.
Kim did not sleep well that night and the next morning she was so nervous she could hardly sit still. At noon she went to the Earl Warren Elementary School and sat through the final class of the day.
She almost prayed that it had all been a mistake, that she had imagined it all, that the man and the Porsche were just figments of her imagination. When she stepped out of the school building and saw the Porsche parked down the street, Kim was actually afraid. She had to force herself to begin slowly walking toward the Sonderson house on Shadow Lane.
"Say, can you tell me where South Mountain Drive is?"
The voice behind her startled the eighteen-year-old girl so she visibly shook. She forced her heart back into her throat and pressed a smile on her lips as she turned to see the man sitting in the white Porsche. He had pulled up to the curb behind her.
"Where?" she asked, hoping to stall for a moment and still her jumpy nerves.
"South Mountain Drive," George Walker repeated in his most friendly voice. "I'm not from around here and I'm afraid I'm lost."
"South Mountain Drive," Kim repeated slowly. "Oh! Sure! It's over that way."
"Can you tell me how to get there?" George asked with a smile.
Kim was tempted to tell the man to stop playing games and get busy and proposition on her, but she knew that she had to go along with all of this as if she had no idea what he was up to. She couldn't take even the slightest chance of scaring him off. He was her ticket to freedom!
"Sure! Let's see ... Well, you can go two blocks down this street and then turn right. You'll be on Ash. Go ... one, two, three blocks on Ash and then turn left. Then you'll be on Willow. You go up Willow five blocks and turn on Shadow Lane. That's where I live, on Shadow Lane. Anyway, from there you go about three or four blocks and you'll cross South Mountain Drive."
"Sounds complicated," George said with a smile.
"It's not too bad," she laughed. "But I think South Mountain Drive is only a couple of blocks long. That's why you have to get on Shadow Lane to find it."
"Hey, why don't I give you a ride home and you can point me to South Mountain Drive?" George suggested, leaning across and opening the door to the passenger side of the Porsche.
"Well ... Gee..." Kim hesitated. She had to be careful not to be too easy or eager. After a long pause, she said, "Okay."
George's smile was sincere as he watched the pretty young blonde climb into the car. She was a real beauty! He'd spotted her yesterday and followed her home. She had everything he liked in a young girl. She was short and slight, yet her body was perfectly proportioned. He felt his balls tighten as she provided him with a tantalizing glimpse of her well rounded thigh when her miniskirt hiked up almost to her crotch when she sat down beside him in the Porsche.
They introduced themselves and George pulled away from the curb and drive slowly down the street as he began his standard story about looking for a background location for a television motion picture.
Kim responded with the proper amount of enthusiasm. He was so sincere she would have believed every word of his story if Milt hadn't suggested that this would probably be his line.
Kim could certainly understand why young girls allowed themselves to be seduced by this man. He was very handsome and exuded a warm, sincere personality. She liked the way he was dressed, expensive but casual. Most of all, Kim liked his easy smile and friendly manner. No, she wasn't surprised that girls fell for him. Not at all!
She guided him to South Mountain Drive and climbed out of the car with him when he began studying the block for camera angles. She wasn't very surprised when he shook his head negatively and said that the block just wasn't what he wanted at all. She asked him why and listened to the long list or bad points he gave her in return.
"I spend at least half of my time searching for places to shoot," he said with a sigh. "But I guess that's what they pay me for. I sure wish I knew this area better."
Playing the game as he outlined it, Kim offered to help him locate what he was searching for.
"Do you think your husband would mind you driving around with me tomorrow?" George asked with his most winning smile.
"Oh, I'm not married," Kim replied with a smile. She couldn't help admiring his technique. What young girl didn't want people to think she was grown-up?
"Don't tell me that you're still in college," George laughed.
"Well..."
"I'll bet your boy friend wouldn't like the idea of you driving around with me, but I sure would appreciate any help you can give me."
Kim asked him exactly what he was looking for in a background location, then agreed to meet him the following day. Because it was a Saturday and school wasn't in session, she made a date to meet him at nine-thirty in the morning.
CHAPTER NINE
"Kim, this is absolutely perfect!" George exclaimed as he walked eagerly up and down the block of the third location she had guided him to. "It couldn't be better! Look at that house over there! We'll shoot the opening scene right in front of that house."
Kim listened to his monologue about how each scene would be shot and could hardly believe that he was making it all up. How easy would be to fall under his spell! If-what a huge if-only the district attorney's men weren't after him!
She remembered how excited Milt had been that afternoon. He said that he felt like a hunter watching a deer approach his snare!
"...and now all I have to do is find some fresh talent for this series," George remarked. "I wish I could interest you, Kim, you'd be perfect!"
"Honestly?" Kim responded eagerly. "But I've never done any acting at all! I haven't even studied drama! Oh, how I wish I had!"
George told her that she didn't need experience, that in fact she would be better if she was completely fresh and new.
"But you don't even know if I can act," she protested with a laugh. The laugh was prompted by the thought that he had no idea how much she had been acting ever since he picked her up.
"We can certainly find out fast enough," George remarked. "If you're interested, that is."
"Interested? Are you crazy? Of course I'm interested," Kim replied. "Who wouldn't be? How can we find out?"
"Well, you could read a couple of scenes for me," George suggested.
"Real scenes from a real script?"
"Sure."
"Gee!"
"Why don't we do it right now?" George asked.
"You have the script with you?" Kim asked.
"Well, no," he admitted. "But I have several scripts back at my place. Why don't you read for me, Kim?"
"Sure!" Kim replied eagerly, hiding as best she could the shiver that crept down her spine as she realized that she was now committed.
They climbed back in the Porsche and George drove to his newly rented apartment. He'd left the other apartment right after Clara called to warn him that her father was looking for him. He had, in fact, left that area completely and relocated in a luxury apartment near the highway to Los Gatos.
"Gee, what a layout!" Kim commented when they walked into the luxurious and spacious living room.
"It isn't much," George said, "but when you move around like I do, you have to do the best you can."
George offered Kim a drink and she caught herself just in time. She'd been about to accept when she remembered that she was supposed to be thirteen or fourteen years old. She sighed and settled for a Coke.
George's balls began to tingle as he looked at the pretty girl sitting on the low, modern sofa. She was one of the prettiest girls he'd ever picked up! She reminded him of a blonde Marie Osmond! Her features were small and delicate and her oval face radiated a fresh innocence. Un-like many of the girls he had seduced, Kim didn't look a day over thirteen!
Her figure was slight, yet terribly provocative. He liked her sculptured legs and narrow waist. Her chest was small, yet he could see her budding tits pressing against her blouse. George decided she was one of the most desirable young girls he had ever seen.
With his gentle prompting and coaching, Kim began reading the scenes he handed her. She decided to give it everything she had and she was pleased at the way the scene came out.
By the time they got to the love scene George wanted her to read with him, Kim was thoroughly captivated by the game. They read the scene through together twice for pacing, then settled down to do it as if they were what George called "on camera."
When she said the last line and looked up to find George staring into her eyes, Kim's entire body seemed to swell up with a beautifully warm feeling. She felt herself tingle as his face moved toward hers.
Then his lips were pressed against hers! His tongue began moving in slow circles around her lips, and when she parted her teeth she felt his warm probe dart into her mouth. Kim's body shuddered with a desire she had almost forgotten in the past six months. She caught herself moving her hand toward the older man's crotch to grasp his cock, and she reminded herself that she had to be the innocent young virgin.
How she hated to deceive him! She fought back a sigh and moved her arm around his neck to hold on tight while she willingly returned his passionate kiss.
"Gee!" Kim sighed when they finally allowed their mouths to part.
"Kim, I think you're a natural for television!" George said.
"Really?" Kim asked excitedly.
"Really! You read that scene perfect. I only wish that we'd had a camera to shoot it. And the way you kissed me had me really believing. You're a natural-unless you have some of the hang-ups silly young girls develop appearing nude on screen."
"Nude?"
"Sure!" George replied with a laugh. "If you've been going to the movies or watching late television recently, I'm sure you know that the nude love scene is almost a must. Doesn't add up to much, but producers want it to guarantee the film at the box office in case they don't get the slot on TV they want."
"Being ... nude doesn't bother me," Kim replied softly after what she hoped was the right amount of hesitation.
"Good! I was sure it wouldn't," George said. "Not a mature, sophisticated girl like you. You're not a silly, giggling child like some of the girls we've tried to make stars. Why don't you take your clothes off so I can see your body now?"
Kim hesitated for a moment. He certainly laid it on the line! Two years ago she would have turned beet red and run out of the room. But that was two years ago. She'd changed a lot since then. Beside, she reminded herself, this is the moment of truth. If I want those charges against me dropped, I have to go through with this. "Okay."
She stood up and began pulling her sweater over her head. Then she reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. She had wanted to dress braless, but Milt Smith had been positive that no thirteen-year-old girl would go to school without a bra.
Kim glanced down at the older man's lap as she pulled her bra free of her chest and tossed it on the floor with her sweater. She couldn't help smiling when she saw the huge bulge at his groin. He had a raging hard-on!
"That's a nice set of tits, Kim," George remarked as his eyes almost devoured her small breasts. They were tiny, like fat little lemons, but perfectly proportioned for her slender, slight body. Her nipples were the kind he loved, pointed and small!
"I wish they were bigger!" Kim said with a pretty pout on her lips.
"They're perfect!" George assured her. "We have trouble with big tits on camera, Kim. They turn out flabby and look bad."
"Really?"
"Sure! Yours are just perfect. Every man wants a girl with small, firm tits, and yours couldn't be better. Big tits are like a pussy that's too hairy. Take your skirt and panties off, Kim. I'm dying to see the rest of your body!"
For the first time Kim was a little worried. She had a full bush between her legs and it hadn't dawned on her that her pussy might give her age away! Yet she knew that she couldn't stop now! Reluctantly, she unfastened her skirt and hooked her thumbs beneath the elastic waistband of her panties to begin pulling them down.
"I hope ... I hope my-pussy isn't too hairy," she said as she gracefully stepped out of her panties and skirt.
"Lord, no!" George replied, his eyes glued to the pretty young girl's twat. She had a full growth of pubic hair, but it was the color of ripe wheat and made her look even younger. "You have a luscious pussy, Kim. Turn around slowly so I can see your body."
Kim did as he asked, then posed for him while he took pictures of her nude body with his Polaroid camera. When he was finished, Kim knelt on the floor beside the coffee table and studied the developed prints. She'd never seen a picture of herself naked and the shots fascinated her.
"Can I take some pictures of you naked?" she asked boldly, picking up the camera.
"Well ... " George replied hesitantly.
"Oh, please! I've never seen a man naked before," she lied. "Please, George!"
"Okay," George relented, standing and quickly stripping to the buff.
"Oh!" Kim exclaimed when he slipped out of his shorts and his long, hard cock jumped into sight.
She was still kneeling on the carpet and she quickly brought the camera up to her eye and aimed it at the man standing not three feet away from her. She pushed the button and squealed with delight when the picture began to emerge from the slot below the lens.
"You moved!" George laughed when they saw that the print was fuzzy. "Here, let me set the camera for a close up."
Kim watched him adjust the setting on the camera, then she took it and held it close to his quivering prick. She shot three pictures of his cock and balls from different angles and they both sat down on the couch to study the prints.
"Is this really the first time that you've seen a man's prick, Kim?" he asked.
"Yes! And yours is so pretty! Can I ... Can I touch it."
"Sure!"
Kim reached out and wrapped her tiny fingers around his swollen shaft. She could feel his heart beating along the veins that wound around his stem.
"Gee!"
"Would you like to kiss it, Kim?" George asked in what he hoped was a calm voice. His nuts felt like they were going to disintegrate while she held his aching rod in her little hand.
"Can I?" she asked eagerly.
Without waiting for his reply, Kim leaned down and placed her head in the older man's lap. It was obvious that he wanted her to go down on him. She smiled to herself when she realized that she actually wanted to go down on him! She hadn't been with a man for over six months! Holding his prick in her hand had turned her on!
Kim brought her pursed lips to the swollen tip of his shaft and planted a loving kiss on his throbbing meat. The odor of his sex made her nostrils flare and permeated every millimeter of her olfactory senses.
And when the taste of his manhood exploded on her taste buds, the eighteen-year-old girl felt her juices begin to swirl in the crack between her legs.
"Take it in your mouth if you want!" George moaned when he felt her velvet soft lips touch his cock.
That was all the invitation Kim needed. She slipped her lips around the huge bulb at the end of his shaft and slowly began drawing his meat into her mouth.
"OoooH! That feels good, Kim!" he moaned.
George couldn't make up his mind whether this tiny sex goddess was experienced or just an eager child, but it didn't matter. She was the most exciting girl he could ever remember being with! It was all he could do to hold off coming as she slid her warm, moist lips down his shaft!
Kim knew how hot he was. She could even feel the blood pumping through his veins! Why not blow him quick, make him come right away? Forming an O with her lips, she moved her head up and down quickly and took his cock all the way into her throat. She almost laughed at how easy it was when she felt his hot cream suddenly begin squirting into her mouth!
"Christ!" he grunted, placing his hand on top of her young head and pushing her mouth all the way down on his prick as his balls exploded and began pumping their load into her young throat!
Kim sucked on his cock like a straw and drew squirt after squirt of his thick come into her mouth. She swallowed and allowed it to trickle down her throat until she had drained the older man's balls dry.
"I'm ... I'm sorry," George apologized as she finally removed her warm mouth from his spent organ.
"Gee, that was fun!" Kim exclaimed, putting on her little-girl voice to cover the fact that she had known how to blow him in less than two minutes. "I like that! Can I do it again?"
"Kim ... well, maybe we'd better wait a little while," George said with a warm smile. "If you like to suck my cock, Kim, you can do it as often as you want."
"Gee, super! Do you like that, George?"
"Do I like it? Wow, do I like it!"
"What does it feel like?" she asked innocently.
"Christ, Kim, I don't know how to describe it! Hey, why not let me do it to you and show you?"
"But I don't have a cock!" she laughed.
"Here, stretch out on your back and I'll show you what that feels like, Kim!"
Kim let him push her over on her back and spread her legs wide apart.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked innocently.
"I'm going down on you, Kim. I'm going to eat your pussy and show you how good it feels." Kim watched the older man kneel between her thighs and dip his mouth to her crotch. Just watching him aroused her. She could feel her nipples growing hard and her clitoris expanding!
"OH! OOOOOoohhh!! ! I ... like ... that!" she groaned when he slipped his tongue into her bush and sought out her already quiveringly aroused clitoris.
George spread the lips of the young girl's cunt and slowly began lapping her crack. He breathed deeply of the aroma of her fresh sex and he rolled the beads of her honey around on his tongue as he began licking her excited clitoris. Why was everything about this girl so much more exciting than any other girl he had been with?
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! ! ! OH! Gee, that's good!"
Kim wasn't pretending! Her entire body was on fire as his experienced tongue probed between her legs. The young girl had learned to reach orgasm this way in the juvenile home. Before she was placed in custody, Kim had never had anybody go down on her. Larry said it wasn't manly to eat a girl.
Kim hadn't liked it at first, particularly with the bull dyke matron, but she'd slowly learned to accept it. For the first couple of months in jail the matron had visited her every night and made the young girl eat that hairy cunt of hers. Kim had learned how to make the matron come, and she had learned how to reach an orgasm when the matron went down on her.
Even though the matron knew how to lick a girl, it had never been this exciting before for Kim! The way he was licking her crack the young girl thought she was going to explode in his face!
"OOOooohhh!! ! ! I'm ... I'm so ... so hot!" she cried as he began flicking his tongue back and forth over the surface of her aching clitoris.
Was she the most responsive girl he'd ever been with, George wondered, or was it all just part of his imagination! Her hips were writhing beneath his mouth and her entire body was trembling like a blade of grass facing an ocean wind.
Kim grabbed his hair in her hands and held his marvelous mouth tight against her sex while her body shook with a series of violent spasms that made her eyes fill with tears of joy. She rubbed her sopping wet cunt all over his face before she collapsed into a quivering heap of flesh on the sofa.
"Was that fun?" George asked with a light laugh.
"Oh, wow!" Kim sighed, willing her body to stop its trembling and shaking. "That was what it felt like when you did it to me," George said, reaching out to take one of her firm little tits in his hand and fondle it affectionately.
"Golly, that feels good, too."
"We can really have fun together, can't we?" George said.
"Gee, yes!" Kim sighed. She reached boldly over to take his limp penis in her warm hand.
"Hey, you'd better let me go to the John first," George said with a laugh. "Too much liquid."
"Can I go with you?" Kim cried excitedly as she jumped up to follow him across the living room.
"Well ... "
"Please! I've never seen a man go to the bathroom before!"
George smiled and nodded his head. This gorgeous little creature was filled with intriguing surprises. He led the way through the bedroom and into the bathroom.
"Aren't you going to sit down?" Kim asked, wondering if she might be overdoing it.
"Men don't sit down, Kim," he responded with a laugh.
"You just aim it?"
"That's all," George replied with a smile, reaching down to take his prick in his hand.
"No! Let me aim it! Please!" Kim begged. This wasn't entirely an act. Kim loved to hold a man's prick when he peed. Larry had taught her this and it excited her.
"Okay," George replied with a laugh. "But be sure to aim it right or you'll have to clean it up!"
Kim held his cock in her hand and aimed it at the bowl. She squealed with delight when the thick yellow stream suddenly burst from the head to squirt into the water in the bowl of the toilet.
"This is fun!" she cried, moving her hand to send the stream of his urine around the bowl in slow circles. "Boy, did you ever have to go!"
"Now shake it," George moaned when his bladder was finally emptied and the stream dried up.
"No!" she said with a pout as she quickly dropped to her knees on the bathroom floor and brought his cock to his lips. "I want to lick it off."
George's balls ached when he saw the young child lick his cock dry and then slowly draw it mto her mouth. He felt the blood rush to his organ and felt it expand inside her warm mouth! This was the first time he'd ever experienced this, and George was surprised by how much it stimulated him.
The thought suddenly came to his mind that this was the first time a girl had taught him anything about sex!
"Hey!" he moaned when she had him hard again and was sucking him with open enthusiasm. The way she knelt before him and took his prick into her mouth! He was glad that Kim was so young. He knew very well that this was the kind of girl he could fall head-first for!
"Can I make you squirt in my mouth again?" she asked, taking his now rigid shaft out of her mouth for a moment and licking it eagerly as she asked.
"You can, but there's something I'd much rather do," George replied. "What?" Kim asked.
"Stick that nice hard cock in your sweet cunt, Kim," George said with a lusty laugh.
"You mean, put it inside me?"
"Sure!" he cried as she continued licking his prick like it was a delicious piece of candy.
"Is that fun?" she asked, wondering just how naive she was supposed to be.
"It sure is! Why don't we try it?" the forty-seven-year-old man suggested with heavy breath as the pretty child kept on licking his now throbbing prick.
"Okay," she said.
"Come on," he said, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet to lead her into the bedroom.
Kim followed him to the king-size bed and crawled up on the mattress.
"Stretch out on your back," George said, leaning down to fondle the girl's lovely, ripe body.
"like when you ate me?" she asked with a giggle.
"That's right. Now spread your legs wide apart," he said, climbing between the girl's tender thighs on his knees.
Kim reached up and took his hard prick in her little hand and gave it a loving squeeze.
"Can I put it in my hole?" she asked.
"Yes!" he groaned in a low, throaty cry that sounded like an impatient growl.
"Will it hurt?"
"No," he lied.
"This is fun!" Kim said as she pulled his rigid rod down to her warm nest. She deliberately missed the entrance to her vagina and rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her clitoris.
"OOOooohhh!! ! Golly, that sure feels good!"
"Put it in your hole!" George urged, his balls now roaring with desire as he gazed down at the young girl's luscious cunt and watched her move his aching dick around in her sweet nest.
Kim had managed to activate her juices by rubbing his prick up and down her crack. She slid the balloon-like head down to her hole and held it there.
"Push it in me," she said. "Take your hand off it," George groaned. " AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRUUUUGGGG-HHHH!! ! ! "
Kim's scream was genuine. She hadn't had anything more than the matron's finger in her cunt for six months and when he thrust his cock all the way in her for the first time it hurt like the very devil!
George misunderstood the nature of her pain and thought that he had taken her maidenhead. He was pleased to find that she was a virgin after all!
When the pain died, Kim breathed a sigh of relief.
"That HURT!" she said. "Better now?" he asked. "Yes," she sighed.
"Then let's fuck!" he grunted as he began bucking his hips and lunging his cock in and out of her tight twat.
' 'OOOOooooohhhh!! ! AAAAaaaahhhhhhh!! ! "
Kim was surprised to find herself suddenly turned on-very turned on! Her body was changing into that of a wild animal, a bitch in heat! She wiggled her hips and threw her legs around his bucking waist to begin grinding her cunt against his lunging, thrusting prick!
She hadn't realized how truly horny she was! His cock felt so good inside her! She threw her arms around his neck and began kissing him while he fucked her with everything he had. She could feel his hairy balls slapping hard against the cheeks of her ass as he drove his hard nail into her relentlessly.
"Yes! YES!" she gasped "FUCK MEEEE!! ! "
The forty-seven-year-old man was so hot his balls actually ached! He could feel the young girl digging her heels into his buttocks to urge him on as if she was riding a horse in a close race.
Kim couldn't remember being this excited before in her life. Larry had never fucked her like this, taken her like an animal and ravished her. And his cock felt so good! It was the perfect size. Not like Larry's that had been so big it hurt every time he put it inside her!
"AAaaaaaahhh!! OH! OH!" she cried as he ground his pelvis against her clitoris with each hard thrust into the depths of her womb. "Fuck me! GEORGE, FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!! ! ! "
George sent his rocket to the depths of her tube and then brought it back to launch it again-and again-and again!
"NOW! Faster! Please-FASTER!"
Kim could hardly believe these words were coming from her lips! She knew she was probably going to blow her entire story, but she couldn't help it! She was so damned hot she thought she was going to melt into a small puddle of burned flesh.
"NOW! FUCK! I'm going to ... I'm COOOOOOMMMIIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGG!! ! "
Kim couldn't tell if she exploded before his first hot spurt of juice splashed inside her or immediately after, but it didn't make any difference. Her body came unglued and her flesh quaked as one explosion after another shot through her system. She could feel the tears of joy gushing down her cheeks like a river and she knew that it had never been like this for her before. She clung to his quaking body tightly until his cock stopped expanding and contracting inside her.
For what seemed like a delicious eternity their bodies lay trembling on the bed. Kim moaned a mild protest when George finally moved to slide his now limp prick from her cunt. The forty-seven-year-old man smiled and sighed with contentment.
"That was something else!" he said.
"like, wow! Kim sighed. "I don't want it to end," she added, reaching down to clasp his limp penis in her warm hand and fondle it gently. "It doesn't have to end, does it?"
"What's the song?" George asked. "We've only just begun!"
CHAPTER TEN
For both the forty-seven-year-old man and the eighteen-year-old police informer their affair was an unparalleled experience. Through assistant district attorney Milt Smith, Kim was placed in the Sonderson home as a cover. Kim quickly concocted a story that allowed her to be with George Walker every afternoon from two-thirty until after six.
George maintained the fiction of his motion picture work, but both he and the pretty young girl only played that game half-heartedly. Through some tacit agreement they allowed the movie theme to fade into the background of their relationship.
For the first few days they hardly had time for anything more than the energetic enjoyment of their bodies. Both of them secretly marveled at their suddenly discovered insatiable sexuality. They couldn't do enough things to each other or get enough of each other.
They made love in the shower, standing in the corner of the living room, sitting in chairs, stretched out on the bed, even on the floor. Their tongues explored every nook and cranny of each other's body.
Their sexual contacts ranged from tender and loving through wild and animal.
During all of this, an emotional relationship began to evolve. Although each was playing a game for separate reasons, they both found that they liked each other.
George Walker admitted to himself that of all the girls he had seduced in his life he enjoyed being with Kim more than any other. Her untiring sexuality both amazed and pleased him. Her willingness to do anything excited him. And the things she did to him thrilled him more than he had ever been thrilled in his life.
George also liked Kim, which was a rare experience for the older man. Most girls, George used. They represented nothing more than delicious young bodies to be played with. But it was different with Kim. She had a quick mind and a great sense of humor. Even more important, she had a devil-may-care attitude about life that matched his own. Maybe that was what made her such a great fuck, the fact that he liked her.
One thing bothered George about Kim and that was the distinct feeling that she was holding something back from him. While on the surface she gave herself completely to him, something always seemed to be hidden just below. But every time he made an effort to penetrate the veil she would quickly close him out.
Kim's emotions were in even more turmoil as the relationship between them developed. She constantly reminded herself that George Walker was her ticket out of trouble with the law, that the reason she was with him was to gain her freedom.
While she accepted this fact, it was increasingly more unpleasant to her as the days passed. She tried to hate George Walker in an effort to make her task less unpleasant, but she found that she couldn't even dislike him. In fact, the more she was with him, the more she liked him!
She liked his easy-going manner, his quick mind, his realistic approach to life and the way he could find humor in almost everything around him. He made her laugh, and Kim hadn't truly laughed in a long, long time.
One fact about George that disturbed the eighteen-year-old girl was his source of income. She was certain that his motion picture angle was phony, a fiction designed to help him seduce young girls. Yet he had money, plenty of money. His apartment, his car, and his clothes shouted money.
Where did he earn it? After all, he met her every day at two-thirty in the afternoon, so he couldn't hold down a regular job. Milt questioned her on this point every time she talked to him, but there was no way Kim could really ask George without letting him know that she was aware of his motion picture fraud.
The thing that disturbed the girl was the haunting fear that George might be in the same business Larry had been in, dealing in drugs. There seemed to be no other explanation for his supply of money!
This problem was finally solved one Saturday morning when George had to leave her alone in his apartment for an hour while he made a call in his business. The minute she was left alone, Kim began going through everything in his apartment. Within minutes she found several file folders containing copies of George's commission statements from his manufacturer and Kim breathed a deep sigh of relief.
She put everything back as she found it and didn't mention her discovery to George. Kim thought a great deal about whether she should tell Milt Smith what she had learned and decided that there was no reason why she had to inform the authorities about something she had discovered by accident. That wasn't part of their deal, anyway.
The following Sunday morning Kim spent a hectic three hours with Milt Smith and Chuck Ahler. The two men from the district attorney's office had become impatient and were putting a good deal of pressure on the young girl. They argued that she had been with George for over eight days and that it was time to set the trap.
"It takes time," Kim sighed. "Can't you understand that?"
"It's taking too much time!" Chuck argued.
"He's right, Kim," Milt remarked with as much patience as he could command.
"You act like you're enjoying your sack time with the bastard!" Chuck snapped.
"For Christ's sake!" Kim responded. "You really think I like this? You act like I'm in love with him."
"Are you?" Chuck countered.
"Hell no!" Kim replied immediately, wondering if the doubt she felt was evident in her voice. "Anyway, how am I supposed to set him up?"
"What about that girl you met at school?" Milt asked. "Linda something?"
"Sure!" Kim replied. "Linda's thirteen years old and as naive as they come. Say I somehow manage to rope her into a threesome..."
"And work it so that he doesn't actually screw her," Milt reminded her.
"Okay, okay. I know," Kim said. "Even if he doesn't fuck her, she's still under-age and you could rap me with contributing to the delinquency of a minor, or something like that."
"For God's sake, Kim," Milt said, "you're working for us! We're not about to hassle you when you're for working for us!"
"Maybe not," Kim said doggedly, "but you could. What guarantee do I have? I could do everything you want and you could turn around and say, 'Sorry, Kim, but we can't make the deal we promised.' Then, where would I be?"
"What in the hell do you want us to do?" Chuck snapped.
"Get those charges against me in San Mateo dropped now," Kim replied quickly.
"Before you deliver? Never!" Chuck replied.
"Wait a minute," Milt sighed. "Just a minute! Now look, Kim, is that what you really want?"
"Sure! Hell, that's the only reason I'm messed up with this guy, anyway!"
"And if we get the charges dropped now," Milt continued, "how do we know you'll follow through with Walker and deliver?"
"You guys could turn around on me and bust me somehow," Kim said matter-of-factly. "Everybody knows that you manufacture evidence when you need it!"
"And don't think we wouldn't do it, Kim," Milt said very seriously. "We'll haunt you until we lock you up and toss the key away if you back out on us."
"Milt, you're not going to agree to what she wants, are you?" Chuck asked. "Let her deliver and then we'll do what we said we would."
"Sure!" Kim said sarcastically. "And if you don't, it's my ass! Right? Why should I trust you?"
"Look, you little..."
"Hold it, Chuck!" Milt said before Chuck could call Kim what he was thinking. "Kim's right in a way. There has to be some basis of trust in this mess. Either she has to trust us completely, or we have to trust her. And as far as you're concerned, Kim, you don't trust the law very much, do you?"
"Who does?" Kim replied. "People trusted Nixon, and he was the law. People trusted Mitchell, and he was the big law man."
"Okay, okay!" Milt said quietly. "Maybe we can help restore your faith in the establishment. I'll going to get the charges dropped on you tomorrow. You can come in here in the morning and hear the call. But, Kim, if you let me down in this Walker thing, I'll lean on you like you've never been leaned on in your life!"
"Milt, you're out of your mind!" Chuck said.
"Maybe, but I feel Kim will keep her part of the bargain."
"God help her if she doesn't," Chuck said in a tone of voice that sent shivers running down the eighteen-year-old girls's spine.
That same afternoon, Kim began laying the groundwork with George. They had just finished sucking each other off in the classic sixty-nine position and were relaxing side by side on the bed. As usual, Kim held and fondled George's cock.
"I just know that Linda is lying!" Kim began.
"Linda? Who's Linda? And what is she lying about?" George asked, reaching over to run his fingers over Kim's smooth little tits.
"Oh, Linda is a girl at school," Kim said, giving his limp penis a squeeze with her warm hand. "Linda's been bragging about how one of the boys in the class went down on her. She wants everybody to believe she's very mature and sophisticated."
"Why do you think that she's lying?"
"Because the way she described it," Kim replied, "wasn't like it really is. When you eat my cunt, I go bananas. The way Linda tells it, it's like kissing.
I wish she could feel your tongue on her cunt just once! I'd love to see her face then!"
"Well," George chuckled, "I wouldn't mind licking your friend's pussy, Kim. It might be fun."
"Oh, it wouldn't work," Kim sighed. "You see, Linda's a virgin and very rigid about that. She wouldn't fuck. Lots of girls in school are like that. They'll do anything short of fucking because they want to stay virgins until they marry."
"We wouldn't have to fuck if she doesn't want to," George said, his balls itching at the thought of playing with another young girl.
This was something he hadn't considered. How easy it would be for Kim to bring him little playmates! She knew which girls would play around and what they would do. Christ, what a setup!
"You wouldn't mind just eating her off?" Kim asked eagerly.
"Why should I?" George laughed. "I love to eat you!'
"Gee! Could I watch? I mean, maybe I could suck your cock while you licked her! Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Are you sure Linda wouldn't tell anybody?" George asked, the blood now racing back into his prick.
"Linda? Never! I'll tell her that maybe you might get her a part on television. Oh, you don't have to! Well just pretend. I'll tell her that she's safe. Hey, she'll feel even safer if I stay with you all the time. That way, I can watch!"
"Sounds great to me," George replied.
"I'll talk to her tomorrow!" Kim said eagerly.
"Good."
"Hey, your prick is hard again!"
"Why don't we do something with it?" George suggested, flipping the pretty young blonde over on her back and mounting her to shove his throbbing penis into her hot box.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Golly, Kim, I don't know," Linda Myers said hesitantly.
"Linda, I told you nothing will happen," Kim said a little impatiently.
"But you said that he goes down on you," Linda said.
"Keep your voice down!" Kim snapped. "Do you want the whole school to know? Sure, he goes down on me. And I go down on him. It's great fun. I mean, when he goes down on me like-wow! But you don't have to do anything at all. It's just that he's looking for a pretty brunette for the part I told you about."
"Are you sure he's a movie producer?" Linda asked.
"Assistant producer, I told you!" Kim said, forcing herself to hold her patience with the dark-eyed thirteen-year-old girl. "Look, if you're chicken, forget the whole thing! I just thought that you'd be interested."
"I am!" Linda said quickly. "I'm ... I'm just scared a little, that's all. You won't leave me alone with him, will you?"
"For God's sake, Linda! I told you I wouldn't. If he gets really horny, he can go down on me and you can watch! If you're coming, let's go!"
As they walked to the bus stop, Kim talked to the young girl reassuringly. She apologized for losing her temper and slowly won Linda's complete confidence.
As they climbed on the bus that would drop them a block from George Walker's apartment, Kim felt a tiny pang of guilt about what she was doing to Linda. Kim hated to use another human being for anything, but the way Linda talked and paraded around school she was going to get what she had coming!
Linda was an attractive girl with long, wavy black hair and a dark complexion. She looked a little like Elizabeth Taylor during the star's early, formative years, and she had a well developed body that she displayed in the tightest fitting clothes she could find.
Kim wondered if George would keep his word about not fucking Linda? It didn't really matter that much, Kim decided. A girl like Linda needed a good screwing! Kim had to admit that Linda did have a very sexy figure!
When Kim opened the door to George's apartment, she almost had to push the reluctant Linda inside. Linda blushed dark red when Kim introduced her to George.
"Pleased to meet you, Linda," George responded warmly. "Kim, you were certainly right about how pretty she is. I'm amazed that she isn't under contract already! Make yourself comfortable, Linda. Would you like a drink, or a coke?"
"A Coke would be nice," Linda said very properly. She remembered Kim's warning that she should appear to be over eighteen or George wouldn't hire her.
"Sure," George returned with a smile as he walked into the kitchen. "Kim, look for that script for The Rockford Files and have Linda look at that scene I showed you."
"Okay!" Kim replied.
"Gee, he sure is nice," Linda whispered when George disappeared into the kitchen. "I told you."
"You didn't tell me how handsome he was,"
Linda giggled.
"Here, read this scene," Kim said, handing the thirteen-year-old girl a script. "You'll read the part of Mandy."
"Where do I start?"
"Here, silly, at the beginning of the scene!"
"Well, I didn't know," Linda protested.
When George walked back into the living room the two girls were reading the scene aloud. He stopped and studied Linda from across the room. He certainly couldn't fault Kim's taste! Linda was beautiful. And what a figure for a thirteen year old! She was tall and slender with long, willowy legs. Her waist was narrow and her tits stuck out like large peaches in her tight-fitting blouse.
Linda's face was oval shaped and framed by her lovely raven black hair. Her lips formed a permanent pout and he noticed that she was wearing a light pink lipstick that gave her mouth a mysterious glow.
The shape of her nose told George that she was Jewish and he thought to himself that it was amazing how pretty young Jewish girls could be. They seldom held their beauty beyond the age of twenty-five, but in their bloom they were by far the prettiest flowers in the garden!
"Very good for a first reading, Linda," George said, handing the two young girls their Cokes.
"Don't you think, Kim?"
"Pretty good," Kim said. "I thought she was a little stiff."
"Well, it was my first time!" Linda protested.
"Yes, and I thought you did very well," George commented. "I'm sure that you'll loosen up as you become more relaxed."
"Was I ... Was I really stiff?" she asked.
"Well, a little," George admitted. "But that could be from any number of things. This is your first reading and I'm a complete stranger to you. Acting today is the art of relaxing and being absolutely normal. Why don't you read it through again?"
"Do you want to read Rockford's part?" Kim asked.
"No, Kim. You read it again with Linda and let me listen," George replied. "That way I can study her reading better."
Kim flipped the pages back and the two girls again began the scene. George smiled to himself when Linda's reading became more stiff and forced than it had been the first time. She was conscious that she was being watched and she was freezing up. It never failed!
"Don't tell me!" Linda cried after they finished the scene. "I know I was terrible-stiff!"
"It's all new and strange to you, Linda," George said kindly. "You need to relax and feel at ease with us. Why don't we put the script aside for a while and chat. Then, when you're relaxed, we'll give it another try."
"I was the same way at first," Kim offered. "The whole idea of being an actress scared the shit out of me."
Kim's use of the four-letter word made Linda blush. The thirteen-year-old girl glanced at both Kim and the older man and was surprised to see no reaction whatsoever on their faces. Did they use language like that all the time?
"How about another coke?" George asked Linda.
"Gee, sure," Linda replied, quickly draining what was left in her glass. "I guess it's because I'm so uptight, but my head seems to be swimming!"
"You'll relax in a while," George remarked as he took her glass to the kitchen to fill it with liberal amount of vodka and Coke. He seldom used alcohol to seduce young girls, but in this case he thought it might help. He had watched both girls carefully and he was certain that even Kim had no idea he was spiking her soft drink.
When he returned and handed Linda her drink, Kim asked for another and offered to get it herself.
"I'll get it," George responded with a warm smile. "You help Linda unwind."
The three of them chatted casually for a while. George smiled at the way the two girls drained their drinks and by the time Linda had finished her third vodka and Coke he knew that she was becoming very light-headed.
"Golly, it's warm in here!" Linda remarked.
"Is the heat on, George?" Kim asked.
"No," he replied.
"Maybe we should open a window," Linda suggested, fighting back a giggle when she heard her words come out of her mouth like big pieces of fuzzy cotton. Strange sensations were sweeping, through her innocent body, yet she felt very good! Everything seemed to be a wondrously warm and exciting game.
"It's too cold outside for that," George laughed.
"I have a better idea," Kim cried. "Let's take our clothes off!"
Kim jumped up and immediately began stripping.
"Don't you think we should ask your friend first?" George remarked. "Linda may be a prude, Kim."
"I'm no prude!" Linda cried before her brain could connect with her mouth.
"See!" Kim exclaimed as she casually tossed her sweater on the floor and began pulling her miniskirt and panties down.
"It's fine with me," George laughed. "I just didn't want to embarrass your friend, that's all."
Watching Linda carefully, George stood up and began slowly taking off his clothes. He noted that Linda's eyes were fastened on Kim's now nude body. Her eyes had grown to the size of saucers and her mouth hung open.
"Oh yes!" Kim sighed with an exaggerated stretch. "That feels much better! It was warm in here! Now, it's perfect."
"OH!" Linda gasped.
George smiled to himself when the young girl cried out. He had just pulled his slacks and shorts off when she turned her head to look at him. Her eyes fastened on his long, hard cock and she gasped. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink and her jaw dropped a fraction of an inch lower.
Linda was so embarrassed she wanted to run away and hide! She had never seen a nude human being in her life! Now here she was flanked by two nude people, both of them relaxed and completely at ease in their nudity before her!
She wished her head would stop spinning! She willed her eyes to leave the naked man's sex, but her eyes disobeyed and remained glued to the long, hard thing sticking straight out from his groin! As shocked as she was, Linda's curiosity dominated her being.
So this was what the male sex organ looked like! Her eyes roamed freely along his long, thick shaft. She could see the bulging blue veins that laced his stalk and they seemed to throb before her eyes. The head of his organ fascinated the young virgin. It was so big and swollen! It looked like a pink mushroom perched at the tip of a thick stem!
"Why don't you take your clothes off, Linda?" Kim suggested "It feels super!"
"She doesn't have to if she's embarrassed," George remarked.
"What has she to be embarrassed about?" Kim giggled. "She looks like she had a great figure to me. Look at her tits! They're bigger than mine."
"She does seem to have a pretty body," George said. "But, Linda, if you're old-fashioned about nudity, you don't have to do a thing. Some young girls are that way."
"Only until they're mature," Kim giggled. "I was like that until I was almost sixteen."
Linda was speechless. The urge to break and run was so strong she could hardly control herself. But their remarks made her angry. She wasn't a child! And what made Linda think she was so mature?
"Well?" Kim chided. "Are you going to take your clothes off or not?"
Linda opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was literally speechless. Everything in the room seemed to be spinning, everything except the older man's sex organ. His penis was etched in the center of her vision and everything spun around it.
The thirteen-year-old girl's body suddenly came to life. Without understanding what she was doing or why, Linda Myers stood up and began undressing.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Linda's mind, which had been delightfully suspended high above her body, returned abruptly to its physical chamber when she suddenly felt hands all over her body.
One minute she had been standing next to the couch naked and alone. It had seemed to her that Kim and the older man had completely ignored her while she was taking her clothes off. Then, when she stood near them stark naked, they both came to her and began running their hands all over her nude flesh. She could not distinguish whose hand was where, but it didn't really matter. Their caresses had awakened the dormant fires in her body and made her flesh tingle with excitement.
And the way they talked about her!
"Her cunt is super soft," Kim said. "And look, it's damp!"
"How about these tits!" George remarked as he fondled the young girl's ample bosom. "Feel them!"
Linda's brain reeled as hands moved freely here and there over her body, caressing, probing, kneading her sensitive flesh. She could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. There was even a humming sound buzzing in her ears!
The thirteen-year-old girl giggled gleefully as she felt herself falling. She didn't know whether she had lost her balance or if they had pushed her, but she was suddenly sitting on the couch. When her eyes regained their focus, Linda gasped aloud. Her legs were spread wide apart and Kim was kneeling on the floor between her thighs.
As she watched, Kim's face moved slowly toward her crotch! She could see the smile on her friend's face as she brought her open mouth to Linda's most intimate region. She wanted to protest, to tell Kim to get away from her pussy, but then she saw the other girl's tongue snake out between her lips.
"OH! Ooooooooooohhhhhhh!! ! '"
Linda's entire body quivered when Kim's bold tongue slid inside her nest to dart directly to that secret place in her slit.
Kim amazed herself! She knew that she was high, that George must have put something in her Coke. Kim didn't mind that. What surprised her was the surging warmth that had spread through her body when she watched Linda undress.
Linda had a sexy body. Her breasts were large and soft, but perfectly formed with luscious big nipples cresting the peaks. She was tall and slender, but her tail was deliciously round and saucy. Her pussy was her best feature. Her pubic mound jutted out below her flat belly and was covered with a thick growth of jet black curly hair. It was more like a small jungle than a garden.
And the moment Kim had placed her hands on the young girl's body a thrilling fire swept through her. Her hands automatically went to the innocent virgin's pussy and began probing the warmth of her nest.
Kim wondered if her six months in jail had turned her into a lesbian. She knew how the matron must have felt the first time she touched Kim. The idea of being a lesbian chilled Kim, but she couldn't seem to help herself!
The moment she pushed Linda down on the couch, Kim dropped to her knees between the girl's luscious thighs and brought her hungry mouth to the child's cunt. The way the girl moaned and writhed the instant that Kim's tongue touched her clitoris made Kim's body tingle with excitement.
Kim could feel her own juices begin to flow freely between her legs as she began licking and caressing the young girl's wet slit. She allowed herself the luxury of reaching down to play with herself as she lapped Linda's sex.
"OOOOOooooohhhh!! ! ! " Linda moaned.
The intensity of her body frightened the innocent girl. She knew that it wasn't right to let Kim do this to her, but the waves of passion swirling through her body left her powerless to stop the girl. Every time Kim flicked her tongue against her button, Linda's system was filled with a shower of sparks!
Linda closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them she found her vision filled with the sight of the older man's huge, rigid prick! George was kneeling on the couch beside her and his long, thick penis was poised directly in front of her face!
George Walker was having all he could handle to hold himself in rigid control. The sight of the pretty young blonde diving down to lick the fourteen-year-old brunette's cunt was almost too much for him! He'd never realized how stimulating it was to see a girl go down on another girl.
And the way Linda was moaning and writhing beneath Kim's oral love left no doubt in his mind that the young girl enjoyed it. Even more exciting was the fact that Kim had her hand between her legs and was playing with herself while she ate Linda's pussy!
Was there no end to the excitement Kim could provide him?
When Linda's mouth dropped open with the surprise of finding his cock in front of her lovely face, George swung around slightly to bring the head of his swollen organ to her tender young lips.
Linda was caught completely by surprise! One moment she was looking at his cock, and the next moment it was pressed firmly against her lips! Then it was moving inside her mouth!
The new sensations surging through her innocent body momentarily distracted her from what was happening between her legs. His odor waft to her nose and seemed to fill her entire body when she inhaled. It was a strong, acrid aroma that made her nostrils flare wide apart. And then there was the flavor of his penis. The thought of having his penis in her mouth horrified the young child, but her traitorous tongue immediately had to probe this new thing between her lips and the heavy, salty taste of his sex permeated her mouth instantly.
"Open your mouth, Linda!" George commanded in a firm voice.
"I. . . " the girl began. Her words were cut short as the older man forced his hard manhood deeper into her oral cavity when she started to speak. Her jaws ached as he forced them further and further apart by shoving his hardness deeper and deeper
into her throat.
"Ummm!! That's nice, Linda. I was beginning to think you were a silly, frightened child, but I can tell that you're a woman by the way you suck a cock. Oh, yes! That's good-very good!! "
Linda's brain reeled. What in the world was he talking about? She wasn't doing a thing! He was crudely and cruelly shoving his awful thing into her mouth! Didn't he know that? She wasn't doing anything, except to fight against gagging as his hard shaft depressed and crushed her tongue beneath its heavy weight.
Then his balls were crushing against her chin! She could feel the mushroom at the end of his shaft slide deep into her throat!
She was uncomfortable, but her body was once again registering the fantastic thing that was happening between her legs as Kim relentlessly licked and caressed her slit. Fires seemed to be raging on every inch of her flesh. She moaned with pleasure, but her moans died in her throat because her mouth was so completely stuffed with the older man's penis!
George reached down and began fondling the raven-haired girl's heavy, soft breasts as he moved his cock in and out of her tight, warm mouth. He felt her body quake every time he massaged her nipples and he smiled to himself in the knowledge that she was on the razor's edge of an orgasm.
"UUUmmmm ppphhhhhhhh!! ! ! "
Linda's cry was muffled by George's surging cock in her mouth. Everything seemed to happen at once! Kim had stopped licking and was nibbling on the young girl's clitoris with her teeth and that sent Linda over the brink!
Her crotch seemed to explode with the force of an atomic bomb! Fire spread through her body on the wings of a hurricane wind. Her breasts burned like beacons and the earthquakes ripping through her threatened to break her body into a million pieces!
And at the very moment of her scream her throat was suddenly filled with a thick, hot stream of George's juice. She felt it spurt out of the head of his prick to splash against the roof of her throat and run in torrents down to her stomach.
Her body shook violently as explosion after explosion rippled through her like a series of Chinese firecrackers. The older man's balls bounced hard against her chin as he pumped what seemed like gallon after gallon of his lava into her stuffed mouth.
As suddenly as it began, it was over. Linda felt her muscles lose their tension and her body seemed to sag when the man's hard organ was removed from her mouth and Kim's hungry mouth withdrew from between her legs at almost the same moment.
"Did you like that, Linda?" Kim asked with a girlish giggle.
"Yes," Linda said in a soft, tiny voice.
"She really gave me a blow-job." George commented with a sigh.
"Everybody got to come but me!" Kim pouted. "It's my turn now, Linda."
"What?" Linda asked in a confused tone of voice when Kim placed her hands on the thirteen-year-old girl's shoulders and forced her to stretch out on her back on the sofa.
"I said that it's my turn," Kim laughed. "I ate you off, now you eat me."
While she spoke, Kim swung her leg over the young girl's head and straddled her face.
Linda was looking directly up into Kim's sex! The blonde's pussy was just inches from her face! She could smell it. And then it was touching her mouth!
"Eat me, Linda," Kim said. "Let me feel that sweet tongue of yours in my slit."
Linda was paralyzed! The tip of her nose was just a fraction of an inch from the other girl's ass-hole! And Kim's hairy pussy was pressed firmly against her mouth!
"Lick me, Linda!"
Kim squirmed so that her pussy rubbed around the younger girl's face.
"Linda, I have to go to the bathroom. If you don't start licking my cunt, I'll pee in your face."
Linda tried to push Kim's body away from her mouth, but Kim was stronger and held her face prisoner between her legs.
"Okay, Linda! Here goes!"
Linda panicked when she felt Kim's muscles tense. She'll do it! She'll pee in my face if I don't lick her! Linda forced her tongue between her teeth and darted it quickly inside the lips of Kim's cunt. She thought she would gag on the taste of the girl's sex, but she inhaled deeply and began licking Kim as Kim had licked her.
"That's better, Linda! OOOOooohhh!! Yes, that's much better! I still may pee in your face, Linda, if you don't eat me off just right!"
Forty-seven-year-old George Walker felt his pulse quicken and the blood once again begin flowing through his cock as he watched Kim force the young virgin to eat her pussy. Just seeing Kim squatting on the girl's face was enough to give him a raging hard-on, but listening to her threaten to piss in the girl's face if she didn't do what she wanted made his balls roar like an angry lion!
Kim was the most natural, uninhibited free spirit he had ever seen! Was there anything she wouldn't do? It was obvious that she was enjoying the seduction of thirteen-year-old Linda every bit as much as he was!
And what a sight it was to see them on the couch like this! Linda was stretched out flat on her back with her legs spread apart so that her cunt was in full view. Her lovely tits rested on her chest with their peaks hard and alert.
Kim was squatting on Linda's face, moving her crotch slowly around on the young girl's mouth.
"Hey, George, your cock's hard again!" Kim cried with a giggle. "I'll bet you want to stick it in Linda's cunt! Here, let me get her ready for you!"
Kim leaned down, keeping her pussy glued to Linda's mouth while she brought her own mouth to Linda's wet nest. Using her fingers to spread the lips of Linda's virginal sex, Kim shot her tongue directly to the young girl's clitoris.
"UUUuuuummmmppphhhh!! ! ! " Linda groaned when she once again felt the magic of Kim's tongue inside her sex.
Linda damned her body for reacting this way to the bad things Kim did to her, but within moments her building passion overwhelmed her reason and she found herself again trembling with excitement and desire.
"Lick me like this!" Kim said as she flicked her tongue back and forth across the quivering surface of Linda's budding clitoris. "Yes! YES! OOOooohhh!! ! "
George grabbed his shaft and began stroking his throbbing cock while he watched the two girls eat each other. Each girl had her face buried in the other girl's twat and their bodies were beginning to writhe all over the couch.
"OOOoohh!! ! "
"AH! Aaaahhh!! "
Their moans blended into one low, animal-like sound as their heads bobbed at each other's crotch.
"Is she ready?" George grunted as he climbed into a kneeling position between Linda's widespread legs.
"Uh?" Kim said. "Oh! Yes, George, she's ready now. Here, let me put it in her!"
Kim reached out and took George's rigid shaft in her hand and guided it down to Linda's writhing crotch. Holding his shaft firmly, Kim rubbed the swollen head of his prick against the brunette's clitoris until the girl was moaning with delight. Then she slid his blood engorged organ slowly down the crack between the girl's legs until she held the bulb at the tip firmly planted against Linda's virginal hole.
"Now, George!" Kim breathed. "Now! Shove your cock into her. Fuck her, George!"
" AAAaaaaaaaarrrriiiiiiggggggghhhhhhh!! ! ! "
Linda's whole body felt like it was being ripped apart as something hard was cruelly rammed into her vagina. She could feel her skin ripping to shreds as the cruel weapon drove deep into her womb.
"Is she a virgin?" Kim laughed.
"Yes!" George grunted as he thrust hard into the girl's tight cunt.
"AAArrruuuuggghhhhh!! ! "
"Fuck her, George! Shove it up her! Make her feel it!" Kim chanted, grinding her cunt against Linda's open mouth. "And you'd better start licking me, Linda, or I swear that I'll piss in your mouth!"
A sweet, thrilling sensation of power swept through Kim. She couldn't remember being this excited before in her life! She watched George's shaft slide into Linda's body and she could swear that she could see his heart throbbing in the thick, rope-like veins along his shaft.
Kim knew that the pain had passed for Linda because the young girl's body relaxed and she could once again feel the brunette's tongue working in her slit. Kim couldn't get over how exciting it was to do it like this!
The forty-seven-year-old man was equally excited as he began fucking the pretty virgin's tight cunt with long, hard thrusts of his aching rod. And while he fucked her his vision was filled with the thrilling sight of Kim riding the child's face. He watched Kim grind her cunt against Linda's mouth and it was all he could do to keep from coming with each long stroke inside the girl's body.
"God, is this ever sexy!" Kim moaned. "I love to see your cock going in and out of her hole! Fuck her, George!"
A pang of guilt swept fleetingly through Kim's mind when she remembered that she had vowed to herself and even promised Milt and Chuck that she wouldn't let him screw the girl they used. She pushed this aside easily with the passion that coursed through her veins. Kim had made startling discoveries about herself in the past half an hour and she wasn't going to fight this exciting new thing that was happening to her.
Linda had also made discoveries about the pleasures of her body. What had hurt almost to the point of death just moments ago when the man speared her body with his long, cruel lance now felt good! It felt like he was probing the very depths of her soul with his hard penis, and she loved it. Each time he lunged to the hilt inside her his pelvis ground hard against her clitoris and sent sparks surging through her veins.
She wanted to scream her pleasure for the world to hear, but her mouth was too busy with the girl's hairy pussy. Linda found no joy in licking Kim's slit, but she was convinced that Kim would piss all over her face if she didn't satisfy her!
"Isn't this something else?" Kim cried as her eyes remained glued to the sight of George's cock lunging in and out of Linda's cunt.
"Wow!" George moaned, sending his cock as deep as it would go inside the young virgin's tight twat. "I'm ready!"
"Then give it to her!" Kim cried excitedly. "Flood her with your hot come! Oooooohh!! I'm ready to let go, too! Aaaaahh!! George! I'm ... I'm commmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnn-nnnnnnggggggggggg!! ! ! "
"UUuuuuuuummmmpppphhhhhhhhh!! ! ! "
Linda's scream of joy was muffled to a gurgle by Kim's grinding furry patch, but the girl's body quaked with the force of her climax. It happened the moment she felt the man's penis swell up inside her and then explode to send rivers of his hot juices swirling and splashing around inside her vagina.
Every inch of her body seemed to melt in the superheat of her innocent passion. Drops of Kim's moisture covered her face like a heavy dew as she kept licking the blonde's slit. Linda was so happy she began to cry with joy.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Then what happened?" Chuck demanded.
"Christ, look at you two!" Kim snapped with disgust. "You both have raging hard-ons!"
"Well," Milt said with an embarrassed laugh, "it isn't exactly a Mother Goose tale you're telling us. What happened after he had intercourse with her, Kim?"
"Can't you say fucked or screwed? Intercourse sounds dirty," Kim returned. "That was it. We all talked for a while, then got dressed. George drove us both home."
"Did you make another date with Linda?" Milt wanted to know.
"Not exactly," Kim replied a little evasively. "It was sort of a 'we'll have to do this again' thing."
"But not an exact date?" Chuck pressed.
"No, I told you!"
"Okay, okay," Milt said with a wave of his hand to tell Chuck to ease off. "Will Linda cooperate with us?"
"I think so. For a while I was worried because she had such a good come, but on the way home she was making unhappy noises about maybe being knocked up and all that. And she wasn't crazy about eating my cunt, either."
"Christ, can't you say 'performing cunnilingus'? " Chuck snapped. "You talk so dirty."
"Different strokes for different folks," Kim retorted. "Your language sounds just as dirty to me.
"Shall we have her write up a statement and sign it now?" Chuck asked.
"No," Milt responded after a moment's thought. He turned to the eighteen-year-old girl. "Kim, I think it would be better if we gave some consideration to your statement. We'll want to use the proper language..."
"Intercourse, fellatio and cunnilingus?" Kim laughed.
"That, of course," Milt replied with a broad smile. "We always have to think that any statement will be read in court. Not all are, of course, but we should be prepared to have it read in a court. That really wasn't what I was referring to. We need to lay this out so that we have the proper legal sequence that will insure us a clean indictment and a certain conviction. So we'll play up some things that happened and play down others."
"You'll change it to make sure you hang him," Kim said with a disgusted note in her voice.
"Not change, Kim," Chuck said. "What Milt means is that we should take what you've told us and put it in the correct form to fit the case. That's all."
"So?" Kim said a little impatiently.
"Look, this is Friday night," Milt said. "I'd like to work on it over the weekend. There are several tricky angles here..."
"Such as her participation with the girl," Chuck said.
"That, certainly," Milt replied.
"Now look," Kim said in a determined, no-nonsense voice, "I've kept my part of the bargain. I've delivered the goods, haven't I?"
"Sure!" Milt responded with a warm smile. "I don't mean that you had done anything wrong, or that you have to do anything more. In fact, if you don't want to see George over the weekend, I think we can come up with a convenient excuse of some sort."
"Hey!" Chuck jumped in. "Let's not take any chances of this bird flying out of the nest before we can nail him!"
"Chuck ... " Milt began.
"Oh look, you guys," Kim interrupted, "I don't mind seeing him tomorrow and Sunday. He isn't that bad!"
"I'd feel a lot better if she was with him over the weekend," Chuck said.
"Well ... I guess if would be better all around, providing you really don't mind, Kim," Milt agreed after a pause.
"I said that I would," Kim responded.
"Good, we'll write the statement over the weekend and have it typed first thing Monday morning," Milt continued. "Once we have the signed statement, we can get a warrant for his arrest in thirty minutes."
The three of them talked a little while longer and then split up. Milt drove Kim to her cover house and the eighteen-year-old girl tried to watch television that evening. She was so nervous she switched channels every few minutes and then began pacing the small room she had been living in for almost two weeks.
She felt like a female Judas, but instead of gold she worked for her personal freedom. When she climbed into bed she failed to find the sweet surcease sleep often provides for a troubled mind. She tossed and turned all night, dozing for short naps occasionally.
Being a Judas troubled her, but there was an even greater burden on the young girl's back. She liked George, truly liked him. She liked him more than any other person she had ever met.
Until the incident with Linda Myers, Kim had wondered if she had fallen in love with the older man. It didn't matter that he was old enough to be her father. George Walker thrilled her more both emotionally and physically than any other man she had ever known.
The incident with Linda seriously troubled Kim. Had she become a lesbian while she was in the juvenile home? Why did she lust for the young girl's body? Why did she tingle all over now when she remembered sitting on the pretty girl's face?
This so unsettled Kim's mind that she arrived at the place where George was to pick her up an hour ahead of time. George wanted to take a drive in the Santa Cruz mountains, but Kim urged him to go straight to the apartment, and the moment they were inside Kim seduced him with an urgency that surprised both of them.
She knelt before him and took his cock out of his pants and began sucking it. When he was good and hot, Kim lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down and had him fuck her while they were both still dressed.
Within minutes after he had come inside her, Kim was again sucking his cock hard. This time they undressed and she took him from behind on her hands and knees on the carpet.
In both instances Kim experienced intense, all-consuming orgasms.
"You're really turned on today!" George laughed as they relaxed mude on the couch.
"I guess I'm trying to prove something," Kim sighed.
"What?"
Kim told him what was bothering her, the fact that she might be a lesbian.
"Ridiculous, Kim!" he chided.
"That's easy for you to say!" she snapped.
"And it's true," George insisted. "A lesbian can't stand men sexually. The very sight of a hard cock makes her skin crawl. She can't turn on with a man, and she certainly can't come with a man. Now how in the world can you be a lesbian, Kim?"
"Then what am I?" Kim cried. "You have no idea how much I enjoyed seducing Linda! George, I really came with her!"
"So?"
"So what am I?" the eighteen-year-old girl asked.
"That shouldn't be a mystery," the forty-seven-year-old man replied with a smile.
"You're bisexual. You can make it with either a man or a woman. Many girls are like that, Kim. In fact, if the truth were known, I'd say most girls are like that."
"Really?" she asked, some of the tension relaxing in her body.
"Really. As long as you know it and accept it, Kim, there's nothing in the world wrong with it."
Kim looked at him searchingly and sighed.
"George, I ... I have a ... Well, I have a confession to make," Kim said reluctantly. She couldn't keep this charade up a minute longer.
"First," George said quickly as he rose to walk over to the stereo to put on some music, "I have a confession to make to you, Kim."
"But ... "
"No, let me confess first, Kim," George said quietly as he began to tell her the truth about himself. He explained that he was not connected with motion pictures or television in any way. He told her that he worked nights selling sterling silver for a living. He confessed his delight in seducing young girls and admitted that this was why he posed himself as an assistant producer. He explained that she was just one of many girls he had lured into an affair.
"So, you see," he concluded, "you're no different than I am, Kim. I suppose we both have to cope with what we are."
"Why did you tell me all of this?" Kim asked.
"Because ... Well, because I like you very much Kim, and I don't want you thinking you're some kind of an abnormal nut. Does it all shock you?"
"Hardly," Kim laughed. "I knew it all the time."
"You what?"
"I knew it all the time, George darling," Kim repeated. "How?"
"Now it's time for my confession," Kim sighed. "First of all, I'm not as young as you think I am. I'm eighteen, George."
"Eighteen?"
"Yes," Kim sighed. "And you'd better brace yourself for the rest of this."
Kim began with a capsulized version of her life and brought him to the point where she was arrested on the drug charge and placed in the juvenile home. Then she told him all about the matron seducing her and the continued homosexual affair that lasted all the time she was held in custody.
"Now comes the bad part," Kim sighed, bracing herself and relating in an apologetic voice the deal she had made with the district attorney's office.
"Shit!" George snapped in anger as he saw the trap they had laid for him.
"George, I'm so sorry! That's why I'm telling you now. I can't carry this all alone another minute! Please believe I didn't want to hurt you. You'll never know how hard this was for me. Especially now because I really like you."
"Hell, I don't blame you," George said reasonably after his initial anger left him. "When you bargain for your freedom, no stake is too high."
In silence George paced the room. At times he'd stop and stare at the wall for a moment, obviously weighing an idea that came to him. Then he'd shake his head and begin his pacing once more.
"For God's sake!" Kim cried. "Say something! Hit me. Beat me. Say something, George!"
"I'm trying to figure all the angles," George replied. "When will they hit me?"
"I don't know," Kim said with growing desperation.
"And they think that Linda will cooperate with them?"
"They think so. Remember how worried she was about getting pregnant?"
"Pregnant, my ass!" George laughed bitterly. "Hell, I had a vasectomy almost two years ago."
"Why didn't you say something?" Kim asked.
"Why?"
"If Linda knows that she's safe," Kim said quickly, "she'll never cooperate with them. I can talk to her. She won't want anybody to know and all she has to do is deny she ever heard of you."
"Maybe," George said slowly. "You never know what they might have on Linda or her parents to make her sing. That's the way they operate. Look at you."
"I'm sure that Linda is clean," Kim said. "I just know it! Should I talk to her? Please, George, let me do it."
"Whose side are you on, Kim," George asked softly.
"Your side, for God's sake! Didn't I tell you?"
"Why did you tell me, Kim?" George asked, staring directly into the young girl's eyes.
"I ... Well ... Oh, for Christ's sake, because I'm in love with you! Now are you satisfied? What are you smiling about? It's not fun! Can't you understand that I couldn't help doing it? They have me where they want me. Shall I talk to Linda?"
"Yes, Kim, talk to Linda," George said quietly. "And, Kim."
"Yes?"
"I don't blame you for what you did," George said warmly.
The eighteen-year-old girl threw her arms around the forty-seven-year-old man's neck and kissed him on the cheek. Then she turned and quickly ran out of the apartment.
As soon as she left, George Walker picked up the phone and called a friend of his who was a practicing attorney in Sacramento. George exchanged remembrances of old times together with the attorney for several moments, then asked a series of serious questions. He questioned his friend on one particular point so long he had to apologize before he hung up.
George stood beside the telephone for several minutes after he had hung up. An observer would have noticed that George Walker's muscles relaxed for the first time since Kim had confessed to him. And as he stood there a smile began to catch the corners of his mouth.
When Kim returned to the apartment she found George sitting comfortably relaxed in the large chair across from the couch.
"Linda agreed," she announced with a satisfied sigh. "And both Linda and her parents are clean. The pigs haven't got a thing on them."
"That's good news," George said with a warm smile.
"It's the least I can do," Kim sighed. "I feel like such a dirty rat."
"Nonsense," George scolded. "Kim, we all do what we have to in this life to survive. You did only what you had to. Come here and sit on my lap."
Kim obeyed willingly. She crossed the room and sat on the older man's leg.
"You must hate me," Kim said with a pout.
"Nonsense!" George replied. "I could never hate you, Kim. Let's have a little talk."
"About what?" Kim asked, placing her arms around his neck.
"About us, and about sex," George replied with a laugh. "We've had a ball together, haven't we? I want you to know that it's never been this good for me with any other girl, Kim."
"Oh, George!" Kim sighed, kissing his cheek. "I feel the same way!"
"I love the way you suck my cock, play with it all the time, and the way you love to be fucked," George said, running his hand slowly up under the young girl's miniskirt. "You had fun when we seduced Linda, didn't you, Kim?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Did you like licking Linda's cunt, Kim?" George asked, the tips of his fingers now probing her warm pussy.
"Yes," she admitted in a small voice.
"You have no idea how hot it got me watching you lick Linda's cunt."
"Really?"
"Really," George said, sliding his finger into her now moist slit. "Did it turn you on to make her eat your pussy?"
"Oh, yes! And watching you shove your cock into her while she was licking me was something else!" Kim cried excitedly, reaching down into his lap and grasping his hard cock in her warm fingers.
"Wouldn't it be fun if we could seduce pretty little girls like Linda together all the time?" George sighed.
"Oh, wow! Would that be fun! But ... but we can't!"
"Why?" George asked quietly.
"They'd ... they'll ... Well, because they're going to arrest you! Oh, George, I'm so sorry!"
Georrge smiled and shoved his middle finger to the hilt inside the eighteen-year-old girl's hot cunt.
"OOOoooohhhhh!! ! God, you really do things to me! You know how to turn me on like nobody has ever turned me on before! AAaahh! Do you know what I want to do?"
"What?"
"Put this big, hard, juicy prick of yours in my mouth," she giggled.
"Who's stopping you?" George laughed.
With a girlish giggle Kim slipped off the older man's lap and fell to her knees between his legs. She deftly opened his fly and shot her hand inside his pants to bring his hard prick out.
"Oh, yummy!" she brought her mouth forward and began licking his throbbing meat hungrily.
"TAvat feels good, Kim," George sighed. "Would you really like to be my partner in seducing young girls, Kim?"
"Would I ever! I wish there was a young girl sitting on each arm of the chair with her legs spread wide open right now. Then I could suck your cock in between eating each one of them out of her mind! Ummm! This tastes so good I have to eat it!"
Kim slipped her lips over the swollen head of his cock and slowly began drawing his long, hard shaft into her mouth.
"I know how we can do it, Kim," George said slowly.
"How?"
"Never stop sucking a cock to ask a question," the forty-seven-year-old man chided the eighteen-year-old girl. "Suck me off and I'll tell you just before I start eating your delicious cunt."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"What was that address?" Milt asked as he drove slowly down the block.
"Twelve-seventeen," Chuck replied after another glance at the note he held in his hand. "It has to be one of these in here."
"Not one damned building has a number!" Milt snapped.
Neither of the men was familiar with Redwood City and this particular block was doubly confusing because it was an odd mixture of old residences and small businesses. There was a dry cleaning place on the corner, an old house next to it, and next to that a small lunch counter. Then came an old house that had been converted into the Happy Bell Wedding Chapel, and next to that was a small office complex.
Milt parked in the middle of the block and the two men climbed out of the car.
"I'd like to wring that girl's neck!" Chuck remarked. "I told you that we should never have had those charges against her dropped until she'd deliver this Walker dude to us. Now we don't even have a signed statement from her."
"If she tries to double cross us," Milt said, "we'll nail her to a damned cross and call the vultures! This is twelve-eleven, so it must be that joint there."
"The Happy Bells Wedding Chapel?"
"I suppose," Milt sighed. "Come on, let's go in and get this over with."
As the two men from the district attorney's office climbed the five steps to the entrance of the old converted house, forty-seven-year-old George Walker was slipping a ring on eighteen-year-old Kim Bradley's finger.
"With this ring I do thee wed," he intoned after the minister's prompting.
"With the power vested in me by the County of San Mateo and the State of California," the minister said with a broad smile, "I pronounce you husband and wife."
As George took Kim tenderly in his arms and kissed her, the door at the back of the tiny chapel opened and Milt Smith and Chuck Ahlers stepped in.
"Well, if it isn't Amos and Andy!" Kim said with a giggle.
"Greetings, gentlemen," George Walker said. "You're just in time to wish the bride and groom happiness and prosperity."
"Bride and groom?! ? " Chuck said, his mouth falling open in surprise.
"That's correct," the minister responded.
"I'd like you both to meet Missus Walker, my bride," George said with a broad smile.
"Just one damned..." Chuck began.
"-Hold it, Chuck," Milt said. "Minister, are you certain that the papers of this couple are in perfect order?"
"Absolutely, sir. They have met all the requirements and are now legally husband and wife."
"I don't see ... " Chuck began again, his frustration and confusion obvious in his voice.
"I'll be glad to sign that statement now," Kim said sweetly. "I'm sorry we had to wait several days, but you can imagine how many things I had to do to get ready for my wedding."
"You'll sign?" Chuck said suspiciously, yanking the prepared statement out of his pocket.
"Of course!" Kim said with mock indignation. "I made a deal and I'd never go back on my word. Give me the statement, please."
Chuck took a step forward to hand the paper to
Kim, but Milt placed a restraining hand on his arm. "Forget it, Chuck," Milt said. "What?"
"I think your partner is about to advise you that a wife cannot testify against her husband," George Walker said with a triumphant smile on his lips.
"That's right, Mister Walker," Milt replied in sharp icicles shot through frozen lips.
"No shit?" Chuck asked.
"We made a bargain with you, Kim," Milt said turning to the smiling young bride, "and I want you to know we intend to keep our word."
"Let me wish you good luck, gentlemen," George laughed. "My wife and I will be outside of your jurisdiction within an hour. In fact, we're leaving your fair state for happier hunting grounds."
"Ooohh!" Kim squealed. "I just can't wait! George, we'll have to find a place where there are hundreds of elementary schools!"
