In this complex, teeming, ultra-modern society that we live in today we are all faced with any number of problems, large and small. Some of us find it easy to deal with these many troubles, be they minor or of great importance, while others find it harder to cope. Still others find the solution to what is bothering them in many vast and strange manners.
The problem of young children, particularly when they come of sexual age is one of fear and misunderstanding coupled with guilt and often shame. It is interesting that much the same doubts and torments can happen to many people upon reaching middle age. In many ways the fears, doubts, guilts, etc. that face a young girl just reaching puberty can easily match those of a mature forty-year-old man, both of them are facing new beginnings in their lives and both of them wonder what will happen next, and that is what this book is all about.
As it is well known, thousands of young children flee from homes that are filled with mistreatment, neglect and sometimes even sexual abuse; while at the same time, many, many men of forty or more are also fleeing lives that seem empty and useless, that two such people as this should collide provides us with an interesting and educating look at both segments of our society; the young and the old.
In this novel we tell the story of a young girl running away from the grasp of a hated and cruel step-father and the twin tale of a forty-year-old man who has come to find his life shallow and barren and how the two of them find each other and how, through their mutual need and desperate longing find new hope and fulfillment.
CHAPTER ONE
Brandy clasped her hands over her ears and buried her head under her pillow but she couldn't shut out the sounds coming from the other room. The frightened moans and harsh commands clawed their way through her fingers and the thin fabric she was using to block them out.
"Shut your crying little mouth!" she heard her step-father yell. "I'll let you know when I want to hear anything from you!" His rough words were followed by the sharp sound of a slap and the piercing cry of pain. The low, muffled sobs of a girl crying filtered through the thin walls and surrounded Brandy's shaking body.
Again her step-father's angry words reached her. "Stop your moaning," he was saying, "One more yelp out of you and I'll really give you something to cry about!"
Brandy tossed and turned on the bed, her little, eleven-year-old body could not escape what was happening just a few feet away from her, separated by only a few inches of cheap plasterboard. It was like a nightmare, only it was real! She wasn't sleeping and she couldn't wake up from this bad dream. Finally she could not stand it any longer, she had to see what was going on in there.
She slipped from between the blanket and sheets and stepped onto the hard, cold floor. She tip-toed to her door and opened it just a crack, peered into the empty hallway then quietly made her way down past the room next to hers and into the bathroom.
As silently as possible she reached above the towel rack and took down the brightly colored picture that hung above it. Behind the picture was a small hole in the plaster that gave her a clear view into the next room. She pressed her eye to the round opening and blinked a couple of times until her vision had adjusted to the space. What she saw made her little stomach jump with fright and churn sickeningly in her belly.
Her fourteen-year-old sister Barbara was sitting on her bed, crouched in one corner, her face twisted up in fear. Big tears were rolling down her cheeks as her step-father loomed above her, his huge, bear-like hands pawing at Barbara's youthful breasts through her thin nightgown.
"I don't know what you're getting so excited about," he was saying, "I'm not gonna hurt ya. That is, if you're good and don't give me any trouble."
"But I'm afraid," the girl moaned, choking back a sob.
"Of what?"
"Of ... of YOU!"
Brandy's step-father laughed. "Of ME? But I'm your loving father, I wouldn't do anything bad to you."
"You're not my real father!"
"Well I'm your father now!" he growled, "And you'd better not give me any more of your shit! Now get out of that nightgown before I tear it off you!"
Meekly the young girl reached down to the hem of her gown and curled her fingers around the edge of the soft fabric. She hesitated for a moment then slowly drew the thin shift up and over her head, laying it carefully on the bed beside her. She shivered in her nakedness and drew her arms tightly around her thin, shaking body.
Her step-father stepped back from the bed, gasping, "God, you got a beautiful body!" he said, shaking his head, "Nothing I like better than a little girl, ripe and ready for love!"
He moved forward again and touched Barbara on her naked shoulder. The girl drew back from him, her voice pleading. "DON'T," she moaned.
"Stop that! Take your arms away from your TITS," her step-father yelled. "I want to see them!"
He pulled her arms down and Barbara's small, but fully rounded breasts jiggled lightly in the harsh glow of the overhead light.
"What are you going to do?" she moaned.
Her step-father laughed, cruelly. "Why, I'm going to take care of you, just like your mother asked me to before she died."
He grabbed Barbara roughly by the shoulders and lifted her up from the bed, forcing his mouth down on her trembling lips. The girl fought in terror as his tongue jammed its way greedily past her teeth into her mouth.
Brandy tore her eye away from the hole and leaned against the sink feeling dizzy and weak. She had been afraid of Charlie from the first moment she had met him but this was ten times worse than she had expected.
Her mother had picked Charlie up in a bar one night a few months earlier and brought him home. Her mother had been doing that a lot in the last year, usually the men would only stay the night, looking sheepish the next morning as the girls prepared for school and their mother got ready for work, but Charlie had stayed.
Brandy had known that her mother was lonely, and since the men had never bothered with her or her sister, she was happy for her mom. Her mother always seemed more cheerful and easy going after she brought one of her men home, and though Brandy did not know what they did in her room, she knew it must be something important because that was the only time her mother ever locked her door.
It didn't matter to her. Her real father had died two years before and for a long time her mother seemed depressed and mean. She seemed to take all her sadness out on Brandy and Barbara. She was drinking a lot, too. She almost always had a glass of liquor in her hand. But once her mother started going out and bringing men home, she stopped drinking around the house and quit nagging the girls so often. So Brandy had been glad about the men until Charlie came along.
Right from the start she was afraid of him. He was big and mean looking and he tried too hard to play up to her and Barbara all the time. He was always patting their rumps whenever they would walk by him and if her mother saw him she never said anything. Brandy hated the feeling of his big, rough fingers on her tiny rear end. He was always squeezing Barbara's boobies every chance he got, too. There was always something dark and evil about him and now she knew what it was!
Brandy didn't know very much about sex, but she did know that men did something with women other than kissing and hugging them and she knew that whatever it was, Charlie was about to do it to her fourteen-year-old sister!
She heard her sister moaning and pleading in the other room, saying, "No, please! What are you going to do to me?" and she quickly pressed her eye back to the small spy-hole.
Her step-father was kissing Barbara on the neck, his large, rough hands cupping and massaging her tits. He tweaked her small nipples with his fingers and Barbara moaned in pain.
Brandy watched both fascinated and afraid as she saw the girl's tiny buds leap out, standing cherry red and erect on her quaking mounds.
Charlie rolled the two little globes around and around with the palms of his hands and Brandy could see her sister's head fall backward as if she were enjoying the man's harsh treatment of her flesh.
How could she like that? Brandy thought. She ran her own hand down over her chest and felt a tingle in her small, still forming boobs. She shivered under her nightgown. It was such a strange and different sensation, unlike any she had ever experienced before. It frightened her with its power even though it did feel good to do.
Charlie ran his hand down Barbara's chest to her belly and patted her slim tummy. She was shaking almost uncontrollably, her tender young flesh quivering under his touch. He dropped his hand farther to her small pubic mound, and the girl jerked back away from him.
"Don't!" she cried. "PLEASE DON'T"
"What's the matter, honey, haven't you ever jerked off?" Charlie said gruffly. "Come here, this ain't gonna hurt. You'll like it."
He pulled her back to him and thrust his hand on her cunt. Brandy watched in horror as the older man began sliding his fingers up and down her sister's trembling sex. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Charlie's hand was roaming over Barbara's soft thighs, his fingers sliding obscenely up and down the crevice between her pert, rounded buttocks. His thumb poked at the narrow slit that was the opening to Barbara's pussy, forcing the lips apart so that he could push the thick knob inside of her.
"Oh," Barbara moaned. "OH, OH, OH! OOOooohhh!"
Charlie kept pumping his huge thumb in and out of her hole while his other hand reached behind the girl and caressed and squeezed the cheeks of her ass.
Brandy couldn't understand why her sister wasn't fighting Charlie anymore. She wondered why Barbara just stood there, her head tossing from side to side, low, quiet moans coming from her throat. She dropped her hand to her own small, almost hairless pussy and rubbed it back and forth. A wave of pleasure ran through her loins and she stopped at once, feeling guilty for some reason that she was making herself feel so good.
"Oooo, Charlie, Charlie," Barbara was moaning loudly, as the man continued to pump his hard thumb in and out of her cunt, while his mouth lowered to her small tits and he began to suck on them passionately.
Brandy could see his tongue snap out like a whip and lash the tiny nipples with snake-like rhythm. He was nibbling the quivering mounds with his teeth and pulling on the cheeks of Barbara's ass as if he were trying to tear the flesh from her bones.
"You like it, don't you, kid?" Charlie asked the teenager, his voice brisk and heavy with excitement.
"Yes! Yes! I don't know why, but yes, YES, YES! OHHH, YESSSS!! "
"I told you, you would, now you can do something for me!"
Brandy shifted her other eye to the tiny peep-hole and if almost popped out of her head when she saw what Charlie did next.
He took his free hand and dropped it to his pants, slowly pulling down the zipper, then fumbled around until he dragged his long, rigid male organ from his fly. It stuck out straight from his open pants, waving back and forth in the air.
Brandy couldn't believe her eyes. She had never seen a man's sexual apparatus before and it both scared and intrigued her. She wondered what was going to happen next. It was such a funny-looking thing, long and gnarled with a thick bulb at the end of it that looked like a fat little apple. Charlie was stroking the shaft back and forth and it seemed to jump about in his hand with a life of its own every time he touched the bulging tip with his fingers.
Charlie took Barbara by the wrist and guided her trembling hand down to his engorged member. The little girl shook with renewed fright and her hand jerked away as her fingers touched the wavering pole.
"Take it in your hand!" he commanded her. Forcing her small fingers around the huge shaft he groaned loudly and his body shook wildly as the frightened girl grasped hold of him. He reached out with both of his hands and began to knead her small tits as she held firmly to his prick.
Barbara was so much more developed than Brandy. Her boobs, though not large by any means were more fully rounded and stuck out farther from her chest than did Brandy's shapeless mounds. Barbara had fine, soft hair between her legs, too, unlike the sparse tufts that grew around the secret spot at her own pubis. She envied Barbara's more grown up body and knew that all the boys at school looked at her sister with a strange greed in their eyes and were always trying to touch her. She had often wondered why boys seemed to like girls' bodies so much and was slowly realizing that Charlie was showing her why.
"Down on your knees!" she heard Charlie growl. She saw Barbara sink reluctantly to the cold floor. Charlie's huge organ was just a few inches from her sister's face. She was still holding it tightly in her hand, trying to keep the giant pole from her soft cheeks.
"LICK IT!" Charlie said, shouting out his command in a harsh urgent voice.
"Oh, NO! I CAN'T, I CANT!" Barbara moaned. Charlie grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. The girl gasped in pain, her mouth flinging open wide.
"When I tell you to do something, you DO it!" Charlie growled. "Understand?"
"Yes, yes," moaned Barbara, nodding and pulling her head away from his hand.
"All right then, lick it. Slowly, very slowly."
Barbara ran her tongue quickly up one side of the throbbing member, twirled the darting arrow around the head then continued on down the other side. She did this over and over again and Brandy could see the sweat popping out on her step-father's back as he rocked on his heels, moaning in pleasure.
"My balls," he whispered, "Lick my balls!"
Obediently the teenager slithered her tongue down to the thick, hanging sac and began slurping it loudly. Her cute, rosy tongue rolled across Charlie's pulsating nuts in an ever increasing motion.
"Ah, that's so good, so good, my little step-daughter!" Charlie groaned, thrusting his huge rod closer to the girl's face, so that it was now resting along side her burning cheek. It slid up and down her soft skin as she continued to lick the tight sack poised at her lips.
Brandy could almost not bear to watch the obscene event any longer. She wanted to turn away in shame and disgust, but something more powerful than her own revulsion kept her eye pressed tight to the tiny hole in the wall. She could not tear herself away and she found herself breathing heavily and sweating freely as if she were getting as excited as Charlie's seemed to be!
Why, oh why did her mother have to die, she cried silently to herself. It was bad enough that she had to go and marry Charlie but then, just a few months later to die. Leaving her and Barbara all alone in the world with no one to depend on but him.
She almost hated her mother for doing that to them. They had no grandparents, no living relatives at all, just Charlie now. Charlie! Who was forcing her poor, innocent sister to perform this horrible act against her will. What were they to do? With the only person in the world who had ever cared for them gone, what were she and Barbara to do now?
"OHHH, YES, YES!" Charlie was moaning. "Yes, Barbie, YES! Now kiss it-KISS IT!! "
Barbara pursed her lips and kissed the tip of Charlie's blood engorged rod. She flicked at the head with her tongue and without any encouragement began to nibble at the rim of it with her tiny, white teeth.
Brandy recoiled in horror. Her sister seemed to be really enjoying doing that. How could she like having that ugly, fat thing sticking in her face? How could she like kissing and licking it? It was too much for Brandy to understand. She could only stand there and watch in horrible fascination at all that was going on beyond the wall.
"Open your mouth!" Charlie cried, his voice strained and hoarse, as if he had been shouting for a long time. "Open your mouth and put it in!"
Charlie grabbed Barbara's head and pulled her hair back, opening her lips with his other hand. Brandy couldn't believe her eyes as she watched his thick organ slowly disappear into her sister's gaping mouth.
"Suck it!" Charlie commanded. "SUCK ON IT HARD! AHHH, YEEAAHHH!! ! !
Barbara began to make loud, slurping noises with her mouth as she worked at the huge rod between her lips, sucking hard and strong at it like a baby with its bottle. She pumped her mouth up and down on the huge member and Brandy could not believe that she was getting the whole thing in her mouth but she was. She worked at pushed at it until it disappeared right up to the hilt, and Brandy could see the bulge it made in her throat!
This whole thing was more than a nightmare! It was like some horrible story that you always were afraid of happening to you and then it suddenly did! Here was her only sister doing this awful thing with their step-father and instead of crying like she had been awhile ago, she seemed to be enjoying it more and more. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was pumping up and down on the massive shaft faster and faster.
"AHGGGH! GOOD, GOOD!" Charlie was moaning, the sweat running from his back in rivers now as he wobbled on unsteady legs.
Brandy could see the muscles of his calves and thighs growing taut, tightened with his straining efforts of pleasure. Her sister's fingers were curled around the thick, heavy sack containing his balls and she was squeezing the small, hairy bag rapidly as it to spur him on to higher ecstasies. She bounced the bulging sack in her hands and rolled it around in her palms. Charlie wavered back and forth on his heels, his spring-tight legs coiled for the explosion building deep in his loins.
"Yes, Barbie, yes!" Charlie moaned. "SUCK IT LITTLE GIRL! SUCK IT SO GOOD! UM, OH, UM,UMF, OOOHHH!! "
Brandy's sister pumped the long, blood-red shaft in and out of her mouth wildly now, driving the throbbing cock deep into her throat, locking her young lips around the burning flesh and sucking on it powerfully. It seemed to Brandy that her sister had lost herself completely in her task! She was thrusting the gigantic pole down her throat with a blinding speed. Brandy could hear her grunts of labor and see the sweat dripping from her forehead as she worked passionately at her mission.
Suddenly Charlie was jerking his body forward violently, holding on to Barbara's head with both hands and pulling her face to him roughly, burying his prick up to its hilt in her mouth.
"I'M COMING HONEY! COMING IN YOUR
MOUTH AND IT'S SOOO GREATTTT! AIEEEE! AHH! OHHH! CUUMMMMINNNGGG!! "
Brandy watched in terror as she saw her sister gulping frantically as if she were swallowing oceans of liquid. Charlie's lower body thrashed about uncontrollably as if his legs and trunk had gone crazy with a will of their own. He slammed his cock deep into Barbara's mouth again and again and Brandy could see a thin line of thick, white liquid dribbling from her lips down her chin. Barbara lapped the substance up with her tongue and swallowed it greedily.
Brandy felt as if she were going to be sick and she fought down the vomit that was rising in her throat. Not only had her sister made something come out of Charlie's penis but she had gulped it down happily besides! Brandy could not think of anything worse and she shuddered to imagine Charlie putting his organ in her own mouth.
Charlie was patting Barbara on the head and cooing to her. "Very good, little girl, very good. That's the best blow job I've had in a long time. Now hop up on the bed and spread your legs open wide."
"Why?"
"Because it's my turn to make you feel good."
Barbara scampered up on the narrow bed and opened her legs apart as wide as they would go. Charlie got down on his knees and Brandy couldn't believe her eyes as she watched him start licking
Barbara's crotch. His tongue slid up and down her sister's tender young sex and Barbara began moaning softly and tossing her head from side to side.
"OOOO, Charlie, that feels GOOOOOD! Do that some more!" she groaned, her eyes shutting tight as her fleshy thighs quivered under the older man's lapping arrow.
He began nibbling at her pussy lips with his teeth and Brandy could not believe her sister's reactions. The girl began to jerk violently as if an electrical shock were being administered to her loins. She gasped loudly and grabbed Charlie by the ears, pushing his face closer to her flesh.
"YES! YES!" she screamed, trembling wildly. "MY WHOLE BODY IS ON FIRE! MORE, MOOOORRREEE, OH, MORE!! ! "
Charlie was sticking his narrow, pointed tongue into Barbara's twitching sex and Brandy could see a flow of wet cream colored liquid pouring from her sister's hole. The girl was moaning and tossing her body about the bed as Charlie ate at her faster and faster, his mouth running madly over her dripping pubes.
"AH! AH, AH, AHHHH! AAAGGGHHH!! " her sister moaned, throwing herself back on the bed, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as her lower torso thrust itself into Charlie's working mouth. She lay there groaning and shuddering for quite some time until she finally quieted down and lay still, sobbing for breath.
"That was wonderful, Charlie, wonderful!" she said, running her fingers through his damp hair.
"I told you, you'd enjoy it."
"I'm so glad you did that with me. Let's do it again and again."
"We sure will, honey, who knows? Maybe we can get your little sister to join us in our fun."
"Oh, she has to, she just HAS to!"
Brandy recoiled from the tiny eye-hole and fell against the sink. Choking for breath, she hurried silently back to her own room. She jumped into bed and buried herself under the covers. She was scared to death! They were planning to make her do those things, too!
She had to escape. Her sister was no longer her ally, she was now one of the enemy! She knew it would only be a matter of time before they forced her to join in their games. She had to get away. But how, and to where?
She pulled the pillow up around her ears and tried to shut out all the sounds around her. From outside her window she heard the faint, relentless sound of trucks barreling their way through the night and it was then that she realized what she had to do if she wanted to remain out of the clutches of her sister and her step-father.
CHAPTER TWO
Lee Prewitt was forty, bitter and worst of all, bored. Finally getting around to doing the one thing he had looked forward to doing for a year, making perhaps the most important move of his life hadn't changed a thing. He was still a loser as far as he was concerned, no matter what any of his friends told him.
Oh, he'd heard all their arguments. He was respected in his field, he had plenty of money, he was an attractive man. And he agreed with them, about the facts that is, for underneath everything he knew he was a loser, nobody could tell him different. All he had to do was walk into a bar, or show up at a party and just try to put the make on some girl. They listened to him for a few seconds, looked him over and just walked away. For all the money, power and even looks he had, he just couldn't score!
He often tried to figure out what it was. He had even gone to a shrink a few years before. That guy told him it was because he felt insecure around women. Big deal! He already knew that! What was he going to do about it was the problem. The shrink told him he should try and find a girl that didn't make him nervous but that wasn't any help at all. He was nervous around every girl. God, it took him ages longer to get around to balling a secretary that every body else jumped on right away, and these incidents usually turned out bad in the bargain. He had to face facts, he just wasn't a stud.
He had put fifteen long hard years into advertising, the kind of job that should have taught him everything about selling something to somebody, especially a line to a chick, but though he was a master at getting the public to buy anything from soup to soap, he couldn't convince a girl to walk around the corner to a bar with him.
It wasn't that he didn't get laid, hell, he did okay. There were always the hot young chicks trying to fuck their way to the top, but shit, you knew they were using you, that they could care less who you were. All you were was a body to them, some meat slamming in and out of their cunt while they faked wild sounds of pleasure and blew on their fingernails to dry the polish they'd put on them just before you came over. That wasn't getting a chick in bed, that was jerking off without using your hands! What Lee wanted was the chicks that were dying for him, Lee Prewitt, to fuck them. He wanted the women that were crying for his hard cock and his alone, but he hadn't found them yet and it was getting to the point where he thought he never would.
That was why he'd decided to quit the business after these years. It wasn't that the pressure had gotten to him, he had loved the constant deals and deadlines. No, he wasn't tired he was bored. He had done everything possible in his trade. There wasn't an account that he couldn't master, no product that he couldn't sell. He had the best track record of anyone he knew and he was so good that the firm had offered to double, yes double his salary and triple his commission if he would only stay, but he turned them down. His friends thought he was crazy. They had never heard of an offer like that, much less anybody turning it down! But Lee Prewitt wasn't excited by the work anymore and he knew without the input, without the feeling of his blood racing through his veins, he would never have the drive to do a good job. He wasn't, the kind of man that retires a loser. He wanted to go out the undefeated champ and that was exactly what he did.
To his closest friends he tried to explain that he wanted new worlds to conquer. After fifteen years, he wanted to begin again anew while he was still young enough to do it. He knew he was taking a chance, but what the hell, he had plenty of loose cash, lots of good, solid stock, he wasn't rich but he could live well for the rest of his life, so why not take another shot at the moon? He told his buddies that he was going to fuck around until he found something that turned him on, then he'd jump into it with everything he had. They still thought he was crazy, but he knew that each of them, inside secretly envied him.
In the early part of his last week at work, he bought, for thirteen thousand dollars cash, a luxurious, fully outfitted motor home. He'd had it custom built on the inside, with a bar that had beer on tap, a complete stereo system, even a built in video-tape, movie and television unit. The dam thing had every thing he could ever want for living convenience. He stocked the refrigerator up with food, laid in a generous supply of liquor, and transferred his records, clothing and kitchenware to his new home, sold his apartment, lock, stock and barrel and moved in. When his last day rolled around he was ready to go!
He had planned on leaving the city right from work but of course they threw a party for him and since it began about ten minutes after he got to work that morning, by the time five o'clock in the afternoon rolled around, hardly anybody could walk much less start on a nation-wide journey.
He had to admit that he felt a little sad leaving the job. After all, you don't work hard at something for a lot of years and just walk away from it as if nothing had ever happened. He would miss a few of the people and the day-to-day excitement of his work, but that was all in the past now, and the party had left a bitter taste in his mouth.
The place was a drunken madhouse by noon.
Ad-men and secretaries were necking in the closets, a few of the younger copy-writers were either passed out under their desks or tossing their cookies in the John; and Lee and a few of his buddies were huddled around his desk talking old times and speculating on the future.
It was at some point during their conversation that Miss Marilyn Landis walked by and said hello in her deep, throaty voice. Everybody had had the hots for her for years. She was the only woman working there who handled her own accounts. She was good, too. Tough and shrewd, she knew how to get things done the way she had wanted them done, and nobody had ever been able to score with her. Not even the fucking guys who owned the firm! She was a tall, good-looking woman with classic blonde hair that lay, seductively about her shoulders. She had long, tapering legs, that she always bared generously and a set of tits that sent every man's mouth watering. Just looking at her made Lee's cock jump to attention and strain against his pant leg.
The guys kidded him about it, though she affected them all that way, then, unfortunately one of them suggested that it would be the fitting last act while still with the company if he fucked Miss "tight-ass" Landis right in her own office.
If he hadn't been as drunk he might have laughed the idea off. He didn't usually leave himself wide-open for trouble, but they kept kidding him about it, goading him, remarking that he probably didn't have a chance anyway, until he poured himself another glass of champagne, poured a second glass, picked them both up and announced that he was going to give it a try.
He walked as steadily as possible to her office, knocked lightly on the door, then entered. What followed next, Lee shuddered to remember. It is enough to say that he failed miserably. Miss Landis knew exactly what he was up to right from the start and she had a grand time playing with him right up to the point when she coolly refused his request for a kiss good-bye and then showed him to her door.
"If I'm not about to sleep with the president, I'm certainly not going to bed down with you, Mr. Prewitt, even if it is your last day here." She told him loudly enough for the whole office to hear. Then she shut the door on his thunderstruck face.
The whole place burst into laughter and Lee had fled to the John where he threw up most of what he had drunk in the last few hours.
It took his friends a half an hour to get him to return to the party, and even after they had convinced him that nobody thought he was an ass-hole for what had happened, the incident left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't enjoy the rest of the afternoon and was very glad when quitting time rolled around and his friends carted him to his van. He didn't sleep well at all that night, the affair with Miss Landis haunted his dreams and when he awoke the next morning he had a horrible hangover that didn't leave him until he was over three hundred miles from the city.
It was sure a great way to end his career and life in that town, he thought later. It fit his style just perfectly. A life of shit, ending up in shit! He didn't think he'd ever forget her smirking grin or frosty put-down for as long as he lived!
And now he had been on the road for a week, free at last, and where or what had it gotten him? Nothing! A quick blow-job from a bored whore in Detroit which had been worse than if he had just jacked-off. Here he was, free as a bird, loads of dough and no one to spend it on, nothing to do. It looked like his dream of wild adventure on the open highways was turning into something as boring as two weeks in Burbank!
He had yet to meet anybody really exciting on the road. He'd had his fill of soldiers on leave, college kids going home for vacation, and all the bums and drifters bouncing from one end of the country to the other. The only girl he'd seen hitching by herself told him she was a lesbian the minute she got in the car and she had added that she knew karate and she would kill him if he tried anything. She spent the whole time she was with him talking about castrating men and she scared the hell out of him for two hundred miles! So he had given up on hitch-hikers, preferring his own company and that of his stereo.
So now he was alone, listening to a mellow country-rock tune spin softly from the front speakers, cruising at an easy fifty-five miles an hour. He'd given up going very fast with the motor home. It was dangerous and wasted too much fuel. Let all the rest of the rats run the race, he thought, I've got plenty of time.
Suddenly a battered sedan came up behind him, swerving around his van wildly and careening past, going from one side of the road to the other. Lee jerked the motor home far to the right and decreased his speed to let the other vehicle get far away from him.
At first he thought that the driver must be very drunk, but as the car sped away down the road, he thought he could see somebody fighting inside. He picked up his speed again and followed the racing car in front of him.
As Lee drew up behind it he saw one of the back doors fly open and a boy come tumbling out, followed by a younger child, a girl he thought, her long auburn hair flying wildly as she kicked at the teenager lying half out of the car.
Another boy jumped out of the car and ran around the back, grabbing the girl by the arms and holding her as she kicked and fought at the boy who had been lying on the ground. She was screaming and cursing them, but she was having little success in freeing herself, they were too big for her.
Lee pulled up about fifteen feet from the scene and watched for a moment. By this time the car had emptied of the three other occupants and they were standing around the girl in a small circle, laughing and shoving her back and forth. Lee reached into his glove compartment and drew out a small, thirty-eight caliber pistol he had bought for protection. He rested it on his lap and leaned his head out the window of the van.
"Anything wrong?" he called out to the group.
"No, nothing wrong, just having a little fun with my sister," the oldest looking of the boys called back.
"I'M NOT HIS SISTER!" the girl yelled, "I don't even KNOW these guys!"
"Don't listen to her, buddy. She's my sister, ain't she, guys?" the leader said, and his friends all nodded and shouted that the girl really was related to the boy.
The girl broke away from them and ran up to Lee's van, dragging a worn wallet from her hip pocket. She thrust it into Lee's face and pleaded with him.
"Look, LOOK! Here's my name; here's who I am! They picked me up and I told them a lie about my name! Go ahead, ask them to tell you who I am if they know me!"
Lee looked at a school identification card that read: Brandy Blake, 1643 Sutton Ave, Newlend, Ohio.
He looked up from the wallet and said, casually, "Okay, son, what's your sister's name?"
The boy's grin turned to a frown as he looked back and forth between his friends and the motor home. He began walking toward Lee slowly. "Okay, Mister, no trouble, just get the hell out of here before you get hurt," he said menacingly.
Lee pushed Brandy out of the way and fired a shot from his pistol into the dirt a few feet in front of the teenager. The boy jumped back, his eyes wide with fright.
"That's far enough, son. Another step and you'll lose your foot." Lee told him, then he told the young girl to go around the back of the van and climb in the front.
"I'll get to you, you ass-hole!" he cried.
Lee grinned and aimed with the pistol, fired two shots and blew out both the right side tires.
"Good luck," he told the boy, then laughing he backed slowly out onto the road then roared off down the highway, leaving the young man swearing and kicking at the sand.
A few minutes later they were on a different route, miles away from the scene where he'd picked the girl up and Lee was feeling for the first time in the long week since he'd left his job that he'd finally done something worthwhile.
CHAPTER THREE
Lee reached over the girl and slipped the pistol back into the glove compartment. He noticed that she was sitting huddled against the door, her arms wrapped around herself tightly. When he glanced at her she lowered her gaze so that her eyes would not meet his. He quickly sat back up in his seat and turned to the road in front of him. He slipped another tape into the deck underneath the dashboard and settled back in his seat. In a few moments a lighter, bouncier music filled the van and he hoped the change in mood would make the girl less ill at ease.
They rode along in silence for awhile, then Lee heard the quiet, choking sound of the little girl's crying. He turned and saw her with her face to her hands, the tears rolling out over her fingers. He reached out to touch her shoulder and she jerked away from his hand violently.
"DONT!" she cried.
He drew his hand back to the steering wheel quickly. "Hey, okay. Okay, don't worry, nobody's going to lay a finger on you."
They were quiet for a little while longer, then the girl took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry I yelled. I guess I'm still afraid from back there."
"Forget it, honey, I can understand why you would be."
"Thank you for saving me from them, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come along."
Lee nodded and cleared his throat. "Well, Miss, ah, Brandy is it?"
"Uh-huh, Brandy Blake."
"Well, Miss Brandy Blake, what are you doing hitch-hiking so late in the day? Isn't it about time you were home?"
"I don't have a home," the little girl said quietly.
"Or you're running away from one," Lee said, laughing until he saw a fear leap into Brandy's eyes. "Come on, don't worry, I'm not going to haul you back to where ever it is you come from."
The girl smiled, obviously relieved. She began to hum along with the music and tap her fingers on the dashboard. Lee was glad to see her loosen up, he had been getting worried that she would be so afraid after what had happened to her that she would never open up.
He looked at her closely. She was a cute little kid, couldn't be more than twelve or thirteen, he thought. Her hair was tangled and her pretty little face smudged with dirt, and her clothes looked like she'd been sleeping in them for a week. He wondered just how long she had been on the road.
The sun was going down and Lee's stomach began to growl. "Getting hungry?" he asked the little girl.
"Kind of," she replied hesitantly.
"Well, it's almost time to stop for the night. By my map there's a rest stop a few miles ahead. We can pull in there."
The rest stop was a convenient shady area easily accessible from the highway. They pulled in just after the sun had dipped below the horizon and parked between two tractor-trailers.
Lee shut the engine off and switched over to the generator he used to power the vehicle when he wasn't driving. He climbed out of the driver's seat and nodded in the direction behind him.
"Come on," he said to the little girl, "Let me show you the rest of my home."
She followed him to the back of the motor home. The living area was a tightly enclosed but well coordinated setup. Directly behind the driver's seat stood a large sink with cupboards above it. Next to that was a short counter, followed by the refrigerator, the smaller cooler for the beer keg, the stove and finally a small but adequate clothes closet.
On the other side, beginning from the passenger's seat were the combination television, movie, stereo, video-tape console, next a bench that folded down from the side of the van as did the small dining table in front of it. Behind the table there was a small, comfortable couch that converted into a bed, behind that two separate cubicles, the first containing a toilet and small sink, the second a shower. Behind the closet and shower, spanning the width of the van was a one-and-one-half sized bed. There were plastic, sliding partitions in front of the bed and behind the cab of the van and Lee pulled the ones leading to the back closed as he and Brandy entered the living area.
'Wow," she said looking around, "This is neat."
"Yeah, I like it."
"This is a real nice way to take a vacation."
"Oh, I'm not on a vacation, I live here."
"You mean all the time?"
"From now on. I just quit my job a few days ago.
"Wow, you must be rich!"
Lee chuckled. "Well, not rich, but I can afford to enjoy myself."
"What are you going to do now that you don't have a job?"
"I really don't know, travel I guess. Travel until I find something that interests me."
"That's what I'm going to do, too."
"What's that?"
"Just keep going until I find a place to stay put."
"Don't you think your mother and father are going to worry about you?"
"They're dead, my ... my daddy died a couple of years ago and my mom just a couple of days ago."
Lee looked at the little girl closely, he could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn't lying about that much of the story. "I'm sorry," he said awkwardly.
"It's all right, mommy taught us not to cry when things went bad, but to be strong and try and find a way to work out your troubles."
"It sounds like your mother was a tough lady."
"She was, and I try to be like her, even if I do sometimes cry and act like a baby."
"We all do once in awhile," Lee said, gently.
Lee leaned against the sink and watched in amusement as the little girl wandered about the van, her eyes wide with wonder and excitement at all she was seeing. She touched and poked into everything, her child's curiosity driving her to examine each object and cubicle she came across.
"This is the most wonderful home I've ever seen!" she told him. "It's like a little castle on wheels!"
"I never thought of it that way," Lee said, nodding. "I guess you could say that, though, because I must admit, I do feel like a king sometimes."
"Gee, I wish I could be queen of a castle like this."
"Maybe someday you will, Brandy."
The little girl nodded and flopped down on the couch. Lee asked her if she would like something to drink but she shook her head, saying, "I wonder, I mean, I feel really dirty..."
"Oh, sure, go ahead, take a shower, You can undress in the sleeping compartment."
He walked over to the closet and brought out a robe and handed it to her. He watched as she picked up her battered suitcase and slipped into the small bedroom, closing the plastic curtain behind her. In a few moments she was padding out in her bare feet, his large robe draping her body like a shroud. She made such a funny picture all huddled up inside of the robe that he had to laugh.
"You look like one of the seven dwarfs," he told her.
She giggled and looked at herself in a full-length mirror hung on the door of the toilet. "I guess I do," she agreed, then as Lee discreetly turned around, she slipped out of the robe and into the shower. Moments later the sound of spraying water was heard and Lee turned to making dinner.
Brandy stood under the sharp, stinging spray and let the hot, soothing water rain on her tired and dirty body deliriously. It was the first time in almost a week that she had come near to taking a complete bath and the experience was agonizingly pleasurable. The water dashed against her skin in harsh, compelling drops and all the dirt and weariness seemed to melt away from her.
She took the fragrant bar of soap from the small indentation on the wall that served as a tray and began to run the bar over her body. She felt as if she were washing all of the past from her as she scrubbed briskly at her skin. For the first time in weeks, perhaps months she felt almost safe. This man seemed to be kind and it had been quite awhile since she had felt at ease around a male of any age. She remembered how he had responded when she pleaded with him not to touch her. His shying away from her made her feel comfortable with him. He wouldn't be like Charlie or the boys that had picked her up earlier. She knew somehow that she could trust him not to try and do those things to her, and yet, realizing that she knew that made the idea of all those things appealing to her in some strange way. She remembered how her body had felt when she touched herself while watching Barbara and Charlie and as she absently rubbed her tiny crotch she felt the same, tingling sensation that awed and scared her with its power to make her feel so good.
She shivered in pleasure and scolded herself. "I have to stop doing that all the time," she said. "It's not right." But something told her differently and she could not help enjoying the feeling as she let the warm, dashing shower of water beat against her budding sex while she rinsed herself off.
Lee busied himself with the dinner. He was cooking a couple of steaks in the broiler and baking potatoes in the oven. He had a small pot of corn boiling on one of the burners and was working on a salad. It was a lot more meal then he would normally prepare for himself, not being a big eater, but the poor kid looked half-starved to him, along with dirty and worn out from so many days on the road.
She must have one hell of a home life, he thought, his hands slicing and chopping onions on a small bread board. He remembered his own childhood with a bitterness. His old man had been a drunk, his mother a weak and passive woman. He'd grown up feeling unwanted and in the way, and he remembered all the times when he felt he would die if he didn't escape the hell that was his household. He could well understand the little girl's desperate desire to get far away, but, Jesus, she was so goddamn young! Maybe after a good meal and a night's rest she might tell him where she was going. If he couldn't get her to go home, he could at least try and take her someplace where she would be safe. He shuddered to think about all the perverts she would meet on the road. She would be helpless against them and more than just in danger of rape. He recalled too many stories of young girls just disappearing without a trace while hitch-hiking. He nodded to himself and made a vow to try and help the little child as best he could.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the shower being turned off and it was only the unfamiliar sound of a door opening in the van that made him turn around to see where the noise came from.
His eyes opened wide as he saw Brandy standing in front of the shower, reaching for his robe, her nubile young body naked and still glistening with drops of water from the shower.
His eyes ran up and down her flawless skin. Her pert, budding tits stood high on her small chest, jutting out proudly like two promising fruits, the tiny nipples erect from the slight chill in the air. Her trim, taut tummy had just the slightest suggestion of a girlish pot and it swept downward to her beautifully formed pubic mound, small tuffs of auburn hair swirling around her thin, virginal pussy. Her straight, perfectly formed legs flared out from her smooth waist, down through fleshy, firm thighs, dimpled knees, narrow well-turned calves, into slim attractive ankles and she stood upon the prettiest pair of little feet he had ever seen. Her toes curled adorably under his attentive gaze and the whole effect of her body was breathtaking. He had truthfully never seen a more beautiful girl or woman in his entire life. To say that she was perfect would not have been an exaggeration at all.
He felt his cock getting hard in his pants and his mouth suddenly went very dry. The girl was watching him with a mixture of fear and wonder in her eyes and he realized that he was having a strange effect on her. She didn't turn away or grab for the robe to cover herself and Lee was puzzled and a little frightened that she didn't. He swiftly turned his back on the child, muttering an embarrassed apology as he did.
Brandy herself did not understand why she didn't leap for the robe the moment he turned and saw her. Moreover was confused as to why she stepped out of the shower naked in the first place. Thinking about it now, as she slipped quickly into the robe and belted it tight around her waist, she realized that without knowing it she had wanted Lee to see her naked. She was terrified by the self-revelation and was grateful that Lee had turned his back when he did, because she knew that she wouldn't have been the first of them to have made the move to take her body from his eyes.
"Dinner's ready," Lee said huskily, trying to get his voice back to normal. The sight of the girl's admittedly desirable body still disturbed him and he wanted to get his mind and the tone of their being together on a less dangerous level.
Brandy skipped over to the small dining table and sat down, her eyes wide with anticipation as he brought the food over to her. Lee was glad to see that she had completely forgot the incident of a moment ago in the obvious stirring of her hunger.
He piled the food on her plate then went back to the stove, filled his own dish and joined her at the table.
They both ate quickly and with gusto. Lee was amused to find that Brandy had been as hungry as he'd thought, and he was surprised to find that he had quite an appetite himself. The food was excellent if he did say so himself and when they had finished both of them sat back, happily and contentedly stuffed.
Lee poured himself another cup of coffee and brought Brandy a third glass of milk. He mixed in cream and sugar and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke away from the little girl across the table.
"That was great!" she told him.
He smiled. "I'm glad you liked it."
"I haven't eaten like that in weeks. My step-father used to just toss a TV dinner into the oven every night, boy did I get sick of those."
"I know what you mean."
They made small talk for awhile, Lee gently probing the girl for facts to her past but she was reluctant to give him very much information so he didn't try to push her very hard. He wanted her to be completely at ease and he could see that she did not trust him enough to let him know too much about herself. Finally he suggested that they should go to bed. He laughed to himself when he saw her eyes dart to the small alcove that held the rear bed.
She really thinks I mean with me, he thought. He shook his head and told her about the sofa bed and could tell that she was relieved when she understood that he wasn't planning to sleep with her.
He folded the table and single bench back into the wall and pulled the bed out. He got some sheets and blankets and an extra pillow from the closet, then he made the bed with Brandy's help and after she had slipped into the rear of the bus and pulled the plastic curtains shut, he undressed and turned off the lights in the van.
"Lee?"
"Yes, Brandy."
"Thank you for everything."
"Sure, good night, honey."
"Good night, Lee."
He closed his eyes and tried to bring the sleep on him, he was tired enough from all the day's excitement but it wouldn't come, the image of Brandy's naked, young body came floating back to him and tormented him with painful desire. He loathed himself for even thinking of the child in a sexual manner but he could force the burning wanting that was racing through his loins every time he remembered how she had looked with the water still dripping from her body.
God, he thought, I must be really sick, really, really, sick. He tossed and turned and it was only after a long while that he could mercifully fall asleep.
Brandy lay in her own bed, thinking about Lee watching her when she stepped from the shower and she knew that she had enjoyed getting him excited. She remembered his huge bulging crotch and the way it seemed to throb as Lee had stared at her so intently. She did not know why she had enjoyed it, but she had. Something in his eyes had set her flesh tingling much the same way as it had when she was watching Charlie and Barbara. She felt it was horribly wrong to enjoy such feelings but she knew that not only could she not control them but she was slowly but surely growing more of the mind that she did not want to stop the intense, pleasurable sensations that aroused her young body. More than that, she realized with an excited fear, she was beginning to want to do something about all those desires.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lee couldn't stand it anymore. He had been with Brandy for three days now, and he just couldn't stand it anymore. He was sitting alone in the van, at the dining table drinking straight bourbon. He'd sent Brandy to the out-door movie that the camp site they were staying in was playing. He just had to be alone to think things out. He had been drinking steadily for almost two hours and was hardly even a little high when he should have been gassed. But the raging desires and obscene thoughts that were going through his mind and body, that had been going through him for the past three days would not allow him even the escape of getting drunk.
He faced the facts, he wanted Brandy very badly. He didn't think he had ever wanted a woman as badly in his life and she wasn't even a woman. She wasn't even a teenager for Christ-sakes! He had the hots for an eleven-year-old girl! A child barely into puberty. How could he have such lust for a little girl.
Oh sure, he told himself, she had all the equipment, her tits were really becoming tits and not just shapeless mounds of flesh, and she already had some nice fuzz on her crotch, but she was still a girl. A little girl!
It was bad enough that he wanted her, but what made it worse was that it was getting harder and harder to keep his hands off of her. He found himself brushing against her when they passed each other in the van, and his hand would always curl around her little ass whenever he helped her climb inside the cab and once, for the love of God, he had reached across her to lock the damn door and when he brought his hand back it brushed across her tits and he left it there for quite a number of seconds. There was no getting around it, his greedy, wanting fingers were seizing every opportunity to touch and fondle her warm, soft flesh and there was little he could do to stop himself.
Sadly, he realized that he would have to get rid of her before he did something terrible. It was getting so that he could think of nothing else but her firm, young nude body standing like a graceful fawn in front of the shower. If he didn't get her away from him soon, he knew that he would be trying to do more than just touch her.
He sighed and slugged down another shot of bourbon then refilled his glass. He had about a thousand left in traveler's checks left. He would give most of it to Brandy in the morning and send her away. He could wait in the camp a couple of days while a bank draft came in from his home bank then he would get the hell away to some place where he could forget about her.
"Or at least find somebody my own age," he muttered.
He knew he was bad off, but to go lusting after pre-teenagers. That was really the bottom of the barrel. Here was this cute, innocent kid and he was almost on the verge of raping her! He shuddered at the thought and breathed a sigh of relief that he was finally doing what he should have done days ago. Get her away from him before he ruined her mind against men for all time. She was so trusting, he just had to save her from himself. He heard the passenger door open and turned to see Brandy climbing in.
She was wearing a pair of hot-pants and one of his old shirts. As she bent over he could see a flash of her tits and he turned his head away in self-disgust. Her body had an almost hypnotic effect on him and it made him wish that she would wear a snowsuit or something instead of the briefest, most revealing outfits all the time. She got a glass of milk from the refrigerator and flopped down on the narrow plastic seat across from him "You're drinking," she said in a girlish voice. "Yes."
"Why?"
"Do I have to have a reason?"
"I just wondered. My mother used to drink because she would get sad. Charlie, my step-father, used to drink to be happy. I just wondered which it was with you."
"It depends on the mood I'm in."
"Well, what kind of mood are you in now?"
"You'd better go to bed, Brandy, it's late."
"Uh-oh, a bad one, huh?"
"I said go to bed, Brandy!"
"Okay, okay."
She finished her milk, pouting, her cute little face turning sullen with her lips slightly puckered and glistening in the soft glow of the van's lighting. Lee felt a harsh stirring in his loins and turned his gaze from the little child. He heard her undress and shut the curtain then he laid his head on the table and moaned.
He must have passed out for a couple of minutes because the next thing he knew he was being awoken by the urgent, fearful cry of Brandy calling out his name. He leaped up from the table knocking over his glass and cursing he ran over to the rear of the bus and pulled the curtains open.
Brandy was lying down under the covers of the bed, shaking, her eyes wide and glistening with tears. "What's the matter?" he said worriedly.
Brandy sobbed and sat up quickly, the sheet falling from her naked chest. She threw her arms around him and hugged him to her tightly. He could feel her delicious little tits pressing deeply into his shirt as he patted her back and smoothed her hair.
"Take it easy, honey," he said softly, "Take it easy."
The little girl was crying uncontrollably now, sobbing loudly and rocking back and forth in his arms. "Don't leave me, please don't leave me, Lee! I'm so scared!" she was groaning.
"There, there, nothing is going to happen to you Brandy, don't worry."
"But you're going to send me away, aren't you? I just know you are!"
Lee sighed, sadly. "Yes, I am Brandy, I have to."
"Why!" she jerked her head up and stared painfully into his face. "Why do you have to send me away? I haven't done anything wrong, have I?"
"No of course not, honey, you haven't done anything wrong."
"But why, then?"
"All right, Brandy, I guess it's best you know the truth, I would hate to lie to you, anyway," he said, slowly. He pushed the little girl away from him and sat down on the bed. "Do you know about sex, Brandy?" he asked her.
The little girl shrugged, her little, budding boobs rising up and down with the movement of her shoulders. "A little," she answered. " I saw Charlie and Barbara doing things once."
"Well, I don't know why it is, honey, maybe it's because I never had a very good sex-life, or maybe it's just because I'm not very good at it, but I never was too successful with girls and, damn it, Brandy, I can't help it anymore. I just want to touch you all the time. I want to do things to you and if you don't go away, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stop myself."
He dropped his head to his chest and rubbed his face with his hands. Brandy had listened to his tortured speech with a mixture of fear and concern. Now she realized what was wrong. Lee didn't hate her, far from it, he WANTED her. He wanted to do those things that Charlie and Barbara had done, with her! She felt a sudden heat rising from her loins and her whole body began to tingle in that strange way.
She began running her fingers slowly through his damp hair and asked him softly, "Why don't you have a good time with girls, Lee?"
"I don't know, I just don't know," he moaned, "I'm just a loser, I guess!"
Brandy pulled him over to her and pressed his face to her soft, young bosom. "Maybe you're too kind a person for them, Lee. I know Barbara hates boys that don't act tough all the time, maybe that's it."
Lee felt a hot, burning ache in his loins and his cock seemed to be on fire as the little girl brushed his cheek back and forth across the tops of her slowly heaving breasts. The touch of her warm, incredibly soft skin was sending a painful sensation of lust that ripped its way from the tip of his prick to the base of his ass-hole. He was sweating heavily and he had to force himself to pull away from her. He glanced down at her tits, her flesh the softest skin he had ever felt, as soft as velvet or silk, the two tender mounds were overpoweringly sensual in their virginal readiness, her little nipples just peaking upward from the fleshy little globes, looking as if they were deliriously inviting his hands to caress them and his lips to kiss them. He had to tear his gaze from them and meet her eyes with his own.
She was staring intently into his eyes, her lips trembling violently. "Lee," she said, her voice quivering in excitement. "Lee, teach me about sex, please. Please!" she whispered urgently. "Please!"
As if it did not belong to him, his hand slowly reached up and out to the shaking, tiny mound in front of him. He felt a massive spark of sexual delight race through him as his palm covered the eleven-year-old girl's little titty. Brandy moaned softly as his fingers brushed lightly over the top of her nipple.
"Feel good?" Lee asked, his voice cracking. He felt on fire with pleasure as the soft little bud sprang to life, erect and hard against his gently massaging fingertips.
"Yes, oh yes," groaned the little child. His stiff, kneading fingers were pulling at her rosy nipples, and she could feel liquid sensations of warm, flowing waves sliding through her young, inexperienced boobs. "Do that some more," she whispered breathlessly.
He brought his other hand to her vacant tit and began to do the same to it. All ten of his fingers and both palms were now cupping and massaging her small, luscious tits. He thrilled to the warm softness of them as he pulled on her young flesh and watched happily as her face contorted into a mask of new and unbridled pleasure.
Her mouth was half-open and her eyes kept blinking shut as he continued his circular motion with his hands and fingers. He felt an aching in his balls and his cock was growing rapidly hard against his pants as he felt the rosy little nipples twirling under his palms, hard as two tiny pebbles, hot and urgently digging into his skin as she strained her body forward to press her fleshy mounds tighter to his attentive hands.
"You're so beautiful, Brandy," Lee said, his voice husky and raw, "So damn beautiful!"
"Am I really?"
"God, yes!" he sighed. "You've got the most perfect body I have ever seen. You're going to be gorgeous when you grow up."
He slowly ran his left hand down from her pert, wobbling tit to her belly. Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth and her body heat had risen measurably with constant caressing. She sighed softly as he cupped and rolled the flesh of her tummy, twirling his finger in her tiny navel. The sensations that were going through her body were much more intense than anything she had ever felt before. She felt hot and cold flashes race through her skin and she found herself shuddering involuntarily each time his fingers found a new area on her body to explore.
Lee was taking his time with the child. He didn't want to scare her by moving too swiftly, though his cock was aching to be freed from the confines of his pants and connect with some part of the warm, virginal flesh he was so lovingly playing with. But in one way he was really enjoying the aching postponement of his pleasure. It was sheer ecstasy just to touch the little girl. The mere brushing of his fingers on her taut little belly sent shock waves of delight through his hands to the base of his balls. He wanted to make this first union last for as long as possible, as long as forever if he could!
He could sense the child's excitement growing as his hand rolled over her belly and began to creep lower and lower. He pushed the sheet aside and gazed down at her crotch. Her firm, luscious thighs were clenched tightly together, all but hiding her young, budding sex. He smiled at the small, sparse swirls of hair that ringed the tiny slit and felt her quiver beneath his palm as his fingertips slid over the top of her pubic hill.
"OOOO, LEE! That TICKLES!" giggled the girl.
"Want me to stop?"
"No! NOOO," she moaned, shivering, as he slid his fingers back and forth, just at the edge of her pussy, pulling gently on her thin, shimmering pubic hair.
Carefully avoiding her cunt which was beginning to quiver, slightly, he ran his fingers down over the inside of her thigh. The girl almost jumped when his fingertips rolled and swirled over her fleshy leg. She moaned again as he grasped her firm young thigh and began massaging the downy skin roughly with his huge hand.
"OHHH, it feels so GOOOOOD," she groaned. "Why did I feel bad before?"
"You didn't know. You didn't understand."
"It feels so wonderful!"
"It's just beginning, honey, just beginning."
A part of him was raging with guilt and attempting to make him stop what he was doing. She was too young, his conscience screamed at him. He knew this, he almost wanted to stop but his body wanted the feel of the girl's young, tender flesh too much to listen to that part of him and more and more he was ignoring the warnings of his mind and concentrating on the raging desire that was burning in his groin as he kneaded her silky thigh and cupped and squeezed her ripe breast.
These twin actions caused the little girl to swoon from side to side and jerk her body into a tightly coiled spring ready to burst from its confining flesh and spread her building sexual passion out as far as it could go. She groaned wildly as he increased the motion of his cupping hand at her throbbing tit and massaged her thigh faster and faster.
"I feel so warm," she moaned, "It feels like my whole body is all squishy and good."
"Let's see how you like this," Lee said, sliding his hand from her thigh and cupping it over her warm mound.
"Oh, WHAT? OOOOOoooooo!" she groaned rocking her body forward then back again.
Lee chuckled and ran a single finger up and down the length of her tiny slit. The effect it had on Brandy's body was devastating. She shook as if freezing to death and bit her lower lip tightly. Hot fires seemed to burst to life in her loins as the liquid feeling swimming through her began to center on her sex.
Up and down light as a feather against her skin went Lee's fingertip. Just barely touching her, pressing very gently on the hot, moist flesh he felt her wiggling madly beneath his stroking, single digit.
"OOOO, HARDER!" she moaned, "Do that HARDER!"
"All right." He took two fingers and traveled the length of her vaginal opening, spreading the lips a little as he slid along the damp, precious entrance that he longed to be inside of. His whole groin ached with wanting, and he could feel the come roiling in his balls, screaming to be released. He felt he could almost have an orgasm just by touching her lovely smooth flesh.
Brandy could not believe the wondrous things her body was doing. She had never felt her skin, her insides feel so good in her life. Each time she felt it could not feel any better, Lee did something that made her blood race and her skin tingle ten times more! Now she knew why Barbara had enjoyed doing those things with Charlie, this was better than playing with dolls, eating ice-cream and watching TV all put together! No wonder her mommy had gone out with men so much!
Suddenly she felt one of Lee's fingers slip into her slit and plunge deep into her cunt. She gasped as hundreds of arrows of pleasure shot through her lower body.
"OH, LEE!" she gasped.
"like that?"
"OH YES, OH YES, OHHH YESSS!" She threw her head back and groaned loudly as he pumped the strong, straight finger in and out of her at a slow, rhythmic rate.
"Have you ever done this to yourself?" Lee asked her, rubbing his thumb across the tip of her tiny clitoris.
"Not ... not ... .on ... purpose..." the little girl gasped. Her small, round love-bud grew rapidly hard and erect as Lee's firm thumb rolled it round and round in its little valley.
"Well, you can do this to yourself anytime you want, you know. You don't need me."
"I think I'd rather have you do it," she whispered passionately, rocking her body back and forth, matching the rhythm that his finger and thumb were creating on her throbbing mound.
Lee laughed happily and increased his pressure and force on the little girl's cunt. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter every moment. Each stroke slipped his finger in and out of her with greater ease and his hand was making little slurping noises as it slapped against her thighs. He took his other hand from her tit and slid it down her belly and over her thighs. Very gently he pushed her adorable legs apart and ran his hand underneath her delicious ass. Her cupped the firm rounded cheeks, first one then the other, squeezing them tightly, pulling them apart, and kneading the soft, spongy flesh with strong, urgent fingers.
Gently he began probing her tight little ass-hole with his little finger. He poked lightly at the tiny starfish entrance, pressing the flesh with his fingertip, rubbing the digit round and round the small, taut passage vigorously. Brandy had never felt anything but a bar of soap on that part of her body and the sensation was both strange and exciting. She didn't know where to concentrate her mind, on her cunt where his stiff, long finger continued to pump in and out of her at a leisurely pace or on her ass-hole where this new and equally insistent feeling was arousing her. She was in a dilemma of pleasures and the confusion was disturbing but delightful. She decided to just let herself go and follow whichever felt best at the moment.
Slowly Lee pushed his little finger into her tight anal canal. She shuddered as it entered her and moaned softly as he turned his finger this way and that, tugging at the flesh, pinching it kindly.
"That's nice, nice," Brandy whispered, "I never knew you could do anything like that, there." She wiggled her bottom against his hand until his finger slid a little deeper inside her tight, virgin ass-hole.
Lee positioned his body so that her knees were drawn up and her legs on either side of him. Now his fingers were working rapidly on the little girl's lower body. Brandy's cunt and ass-hole burned with a fever she had never known. She felt hot spasms of pleasure race through her flesh, wracking her entire body at a rate that would have terrified her had they not felt so good. She could feel Lee's fingers tap against each other through the inner walls of her viginal cunt and baby-smooth ass-hole. She groaned wildly and tossed her body back and forth on the bed. Steaming juice began to leak from her cunt and the intoxicating odor filled Lee's nostrils with the heady aroma of a young, untried sexual animal, making the painful ache in his balls grow even stronger.
He looked down at her pretty, perfectly formed feet and noticed her tiny pink toes curling and uncurling every time he stroked his busy fingers in and out of her two, hot moist holes. He bent his head Sown and kissed the top of one of her feet, drawing his tongue along the length of it until he reached one of her toes. She giggled happily as he kissed it softly, rolling his tongue over the smooth rounded tip.
He nibbled at her toes, his teeth nipping at the soft, pink flesh greedily and she sighed contentedly as he added this to the other pleasures he was already giving her. His lips rolled over the flawless little stubs and he began kissing and sucking them, lapping his tongue over and around them.
"YOU KEEP DOING IT, LEE! You just keep making me feel better and better all the time!" she groaned, her hands tapping against the sheet beneath her quaking little body. "OOOOO, I LOVE IT!"
He drew his licking tongue over her instep and began kissing her ankle, nibbling at the flesh while slowly moving upward. His tongue scraped softly along the length of her calf up to her lovely knee where he rolled his lips around in an ever widening circle, licking her quivering flesh with his lazy, rough tongue. He slid his mouth under her leg and began kissing the back of her knee, nipping at the fleshy joint with his sharp experienced teeth. Brandy tossed about jerkingly, her thin, shapely leg shaking spasmodically. Lee drew his lips upward to her thigh and the girl felt the first, definite sensations of what was to come as he kissed and lapped the firm, moist skin with his hungry mouth.
Lee took his hand from her cunt and began to stroke her hot thigh with firm, forceful motions. He spread her girlish legs wide and slowly kissed his way upward.
"OH YES, OH YES, YES!" Brandy was moaning, her tiny hands clenching into fists and beating a steady tattoo on the bed. To her yearning body, Lee's progress was agonizingly slow. She did not know exactly what he was about to do, but her mind was racing with faint remembered pictures of Charlie's mouth on her sister's sex and she hungered for Lee to make her thrash about as Barbara had done.
"MORE!" she cried. "MORE! MORE!" as his mouth moved closer and closer to her aching pussy, her cunt-lips dripping with the hot juice was seeping from her throbbing love-pit. "MORE, MORE, MORE! AAGGGHHH, GOD, MORE!! ! "
Lee could smell the exhilarating, musky scent rising from her young pussy and feel the heat pouring from her palpitating flesh. He was so intoxicated by the warmth and aroma it almost made him dizzy as he continued his delicious journey upward. He felt his nose tap against her yearning slit and he nuzzled the wet line affectionately. Brandy gasped and shuddered uncontrollably, her breath coming in rapid, loud bursts, her hot, tingling thighs opened apart wider to accommodate his searching head. He lifted his mouth slightly and took one, long, leisurely swipe at her shivering, virginal pussy that sent her into a series of violent spasms as the stinging power of orgasmic passion surged through her cunt.
"OH, MY GOD!" she cried and her body shuddered once again as he licked her pussy a second time. "LEE! OH, LEE, LEE!"
His tongue rolled upward and began flicking her tiny lovebud of a clitoris. The throbbing little knob was hot and wet to his touch and his darting arrow of passion stabbed at the small pebble of pleasure with increasing passion. Brandy felt the liquid fires of passion surging through her body as she squirmed about the bed, clutching the sheet with her fingers and crying out in low, sharp bursts of ecstasy. "AH, AH, GOD, OH GOD, AH, UM, UMPH, HNGGHN, OOOO!"
Lee scraped his tongue back and forth across the tip of her burning clit, pressing his face to her pubic mound and rolling the tiny knot around the edges of his teeth, sucking it into his mouth and slashing his tongue wildly at the small bud until the little girl was almost sobbing with pleasure.
He gripped her thighs with both hands and inhaled the heady aroma of her sweet, young sex. His fingers massaged her fleshy flanks, exhilarating . in the touch of her smooth, tender skin as he buried his face in her crotch and drove his tongue swiftly and deeply into her wet, throbbing passage of love.
Brandy almost leaped into the air as his strong, determined dart of passion slithered into her cunt and his lips locked around the outside of her pussy.
"OH! OHHH, OHHH, UHHH," she groaned, clenching and unclenching her fists and tossing her head from side to side. His mouth was an engine of lust driving her into a frenzy she had never known before. Her flesh seemed red hot, every cell in her body poised to explode beneath the unending force of his slashing tongue, sucking lips and nibbling teeth.
Lee had never known such excitement, such exquisite agony before in his life. Never before had the mere touch, the simple odor of a woman turned him on so. His cock had not even been touched and yet he felt as if a dozen orgasms had already tore his body asunder. Just sucking the little girl's tender, adolescent pussy drove him wild with hunger and passion. His aching body felt strong and powerful and he would have almost been content just to eat away at her, not even have her touch him it felt so good to give the child such pleasure. Never in all his forty years had foreplay been so exciting, so fulfilling or so maddening.
His fingers dug into her thighs and he kneaded the flesh forcefully, wildly, he wanted her to scream with pleasure! He sucked her thin, delightful pussy lips into his mouth and sucked on them powerfully. She moaned and threw her cunt up into his face, rocking her body up and down, side to side, almost out of any control whatsoever. He wanted to drive the child insane with lust, mad with pleasure! He wanted her orgasm to be an explosion she would remember for the rest of her life!
His tongue was an unrelenting piston of pleasure. On and on it pumped, in and out of her pussy. She was gushing with wet, sticky passion juice. His mouth was soaked with her dampness. His lips gobbled it up and the sweet taste of her excited flesh made his body ache with wanting and his mind intoxicated with the wine of her cunt. He sucked viciously at her sweet, young cunt, his teeth bit and snapped at her flesh while his tongue continued to probe her inner passage, burying itself as deep as it could go forcing the little child to higher and higher plains of ecstasy.
Brandy could hardly focus her eyes through the blinding light and terrible passion that wracked her body but she managed to see and watch Lee as he worked diligently at giving her such massive pleasure. She could tell he was enjoying what he was doing, his eyes had a mad, lusty sparkle in them as he poured his energy into his task. The sight of him deriving such pleasure from doing this to her thrilled her even more and made the sensual delights his mouth and tongue were having on her body all that much more intense. She vowed she would return this gift of unmeasureable ecstasy to him tenfold.
Her whole body was a raging fire of wanting. The flaming desires that were racing through every nerve ending in her flesh were unimaginable. Never in her wildest dreams would she have ever thought anything could feel this good. Her cunt was a blazing furnace of lust, a towering fire of passion that only a massive explosion of orgasmic proportions could quench. She felt the heat steaming from her aching pussy and could feel something gigantic building deep in her loins. It felt as if her whole body had been compacted into one tiny, pressurized space the size of her cunt, indeed she felt as if her whole existence lay inside her throbbing, burning pussy.
"Lee, LEE, LEE-E-E-E-E!" she moaned, "Something's HAPPENING! SOMETHING'S HAPPENINGGGGG!" she screamed, and suddenly a massive tremor seized hold of her body and shook her uncontrollably.
"AHHHIIinniEEEEEE!" she cried at the top of her lungs, grabbing his head with both of her hands and mashing his face against her exploding cunt as wave upon wave of devastating orgasm swept through her body, the climax so intense that she almost fainted from its breathtaking power. Her cunt burst with come and poured into Lee's greedy mouth as she shook violently and ground her precious ass around and around on the mattress, trying to wrest more and more pleasure from her body.
Lee stepped up his oral attack on her exploding pussy. He lapped up her hot, burning juices and sucked powerfully on her cunt. The little girl sobbed with pleasure as he worked harder on her throbbing, agonizingly sweet pussy. Her flesh was on fire with lust and she threw her hips up to meet his plunging mouth, twisting herself round and round into his digging tongue and sucking lips. She shuddered violently over and over as another and yet another climax tore through her flesh, then slowly she began to quiet down as the passion drained from her still aching cunt and the orgasmic tremors eased away from her leaving her sobbing for breath, completely spent, jerking spasmodically as the lingering traces of her coming raced out of her body.
Lee lifted his head from the moist, steaming little pussy and smiled over her belly. He gazed into the eleven year old's somewhat vacant eyes then bent his head and gave her still dripping cunt one last, lazy, cat-like lick of the tongue. She quivered a little and sighed. He rested his cheek on her tender little pubic mound and stroked her thigh with his fingertips.
"Was that nice?" he asked, almost casually.
The child ran her fingers through his damp, forty-year-old hair and moaned softly. "Oh, wow, YEAH! I never felt like that ever before! It was so nice, Lee, SO NICE!"
"Well, I'll do that for you anytime you want me to."
"Did ... did you like doing that?"
He laughed. "Hell yes, I did! I loved it! I never had so much fun eating a girl out before in my life!" he said, pinching her ass with his other hand.
The raging fury that had been seething in his balls had subsided a little, but his cock was still semi-erect and his sack still ached with a beating, agonizing wanting. He shifted his position to take some of the pressure off of quaking crotch and Brandy could see the bulge in his pants throbbing rhythmically as the blood pumped through his obviously excited prick.
She was dying to see his cock out in the open. She remembered the things that Barbara had done to Charlie and she wondered if Lee would let her do those things to him. She wanted to see what a cock felt like in her hands and mouth. She pushed Lee away from her to take his weight off her belly and the older man sat up on the bed, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair.
"You don't look very comfortable, Lee, all dressed up."
He grinned at her. "What are you trying to do, Brandy, get me to take off my clothes?"
"Only if you want to," she answered softly, lowering her eyes.
"I'd love to," he chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Here, let me help you," Brandy said, jumping and grabbing his belt, fumbling with the buckle.
"Hey, HEY! Take it easy!" he laughed. "Don't be in such a hurry."
The little girl had his zipper down and she was tugging at his underwear. He lifted his butt from the mattress and Brandy pulled his clothing down his legs and tossed them onto the floor. Lee slipped out of his shirt and sat naked and a little embarrassed on the bed. He felt a little strange having the child sitting beside him, staring down at his gently pulsating cock.
"It looks so cute, can I touch it?" she asked.
"Sure," he groaned. Just having the little child say that was enough to get the smoldering fires to begin to flame again.
Brandy reached out with a tentative hand, her soft, angelic, immature breasts quivering slightly as her tiny, perfect fingers neared the object of her curiosity and desire. Lee could feel the blood pounding in his balls, and the sweat popping out on his forehead as the girl's trembling fingers came closer and closer to his aching shaft. She had not even touched him yet and he felt ready to explode
Very gently she touched the tip of his prick with the very edge of her fingers. Lee groaned at the point of contact and his cock jerked about in the air wildly. The girl drew her hand away, frightened that she had hurt him.
"No," he moaned, "Don't stop, touch it, TOUCH IT AGAIN!"
Brandy stretched out her hand again and Lee groaned in agonizing pleasure as he felt her fingertips touch the base of his shaft. The little girl began to trace a slow, soft line along the length of his hard, warm prick. Her fingers barely making contact with his rough, gnarled rod, her pointed, delicate nails slicing into his nerve endings sending wild, spasms of burning delight rocketing up and down his aching cock.
She paused at the head of his cock and watched in wonder as the blood-red bulb throbbed excitedly beneath her gentle touch. She rolled her thumb over the apple-like tip vigorously and was delighted to see Lee toss his body about the mattress groaning in pleasure and breathing heavily as her tender young fingers caressed the strong, thick organ.
She slid her hand down the other side of his prick and cupped his balls in the palm of her little hand. She experimented squeezing it gently and smiled at his reaction. He sighed almost as if in pain and nodded his head briskly.
"Yes, YES," he moaned, "That's it, THAT'S IT, MORE, MORE!"
The tight, heavy sac beat wildly in her hand as if it were the heartbeat of a tiny animal. His pulsating nuts were taut and hot to her fingers and she felt the large, stony orbs quaking wildly as she fingered them, rolling them back and forth in her palm.
She drew her other hand up and curled her soft, precious fingers around the long, thick shaft. It jumped in her hand and she gripped it firmly, squeezing it lightly. Lee moaned again and shuddered involuntarily and Brandy could feel the hot blood racing through the hard, stiff pole. It excited her to know that she had this power to make him feel so good and she squeezed the throbbing shaft again.
"Oh, God, that feels so good!" he groaned. "Stroke it, Brandy! STROKE IT UP AND DOWN!" he pleaded.
Without hesitation she began to slowly pump her tiny hand up and down the long rod, squeezing it as she went along, watching it grow larger and larger in her hand until the head seemed ready to burst it became so engorged with his aching, wanting lust.
With both of her hands massaging him now, Lee was experiencing heights of passion he had never reached previously. The continuous motion of her fingers riding the length of his cock and the rhythmic pressure on his balls were churning the aching power in his groin faster and faster until his organs were hammering back and forth between pain and pleasure, each of them exquisite in their intensity. The child was driving him mad with desire as her eager young hands drove him on and on into further spasmodic ecstasies.
A single drop of milky white liquid appeared from the thin slit at the head of his cock and Brandy shivered, wondering what it would taste like. She was pumping his cock vigorously now, her slender fingers tracing a passion inducing path up and down his cock in a steady rhythmic pattern, and Lee was rocking back and forth with her motion, grunting and sighing each time her fingers would slip over the tip of his prick and swirl around the head in a tight, contained circle.
This was the kind of hand-job he had only dreamed of, and to think that an eleven-year-old child would be giving it to him was something he would never have believed! Her tiny but firm digits worked with an air of professional care as she slid her nails along his flesh, sending darting arrows of extreme and stinging pleasure that slashed through his cock to the base of his balls. What could be more exquisitely beautiful than this, he wondered, feeling that he had reached the very peak of sexual delight.
"Can I kiss it?" Brandy asked, her voice a quiet, excited whisper. "I want to see what it's like to taste it."
"OH, GOD, YES, YES, GO AHEAD!" Lee groaned his mind spinning with the implications of this tiny, young child about to put her lips to his middle-aged cock. This was madness! It was insane to allow her to continue, but there was nothing he could do about it now, the child's eager desire and the powerful lust of his own body and mind had taken all his will-power from him leaving him helpless in the raging, consuming passions that enthralled the two of them. "GO AHEAD!" he whispered again, harshly, "DO IT! DO IT!"
Brandy brushed her fine, soft hair from her face and lowered her head. She puckered her full, rich, untried girlish lips and brought them to the very tip of Lee's cock. Gently she kissed the pulsating head with her soft-as-velvet lips, forming a small cap around the red, bulging knob. Lee shuddered uncontrollably as she flicked her tongue between her teeth and lathered his aching bulb. Another small drop of liquid seeped from his cock and her working little pink tongue lapped it up quickly. She giggled at the salty taste on her rosy arrow of pleasure. It tasted good!
She could tell she was driving him crazy with pleasure. His whole body seemed to tremble violently every time she applied her lips or tongue to his throbbing shaft and it filled her with a sense of power and great passion to see how much pleasure she could create in him. She began licking his long, hard cockshaft with her tiny pointed tongue. Slowly she worked down one side of his cock, licking and kissing the taut, fiery flesh, feeling him quake and shudder as she worked her way to the base of his prick. Through her two, delicate lips, puffed with the anxious desire to please she could feel his blood racing through the shaft, gyrating the long, thick rod wildly about her petals of joy. She sniffed at the hairy jungle at the bottom of his cock and inhaled the strong, musky male odor. It was a strange exotic but pleasing aroma and inwardly she scolded herself for ever thinking such a wonderful machine could be ugly. Ugly? Why it was beautiful, this strong, thick trunk of living flesh!
She twisted her head around and slithered her tongue along the bottom of his balls. Lee's body shot upward as if she had given him an electric shock and she could see the tight, pulsating sac quivering above her, waiting for her next move. She darted her tongue out again and licked the heavy bag in several long, engrossing swipes and Lee moaned wildly as she covered the entire area with her pointed little arrow of love.
"Brandy, oh Brandy, he moaned, "It's so great, I CAN'T STAND IT! AHHH! AAAAGGGHHHhhh!! "
Brandy cupped his balls with her lips and began sucking on them ever so gently. Lee tossed spasmodically above her, groaning and grunting as the little girl slowly sucked his aching sack into her mouth. She rolled his balls back and forth between his cheeks, using her lips to hold the tight, throbbing bag firming in her mouth. She tightened her teeth on the leathery, grainy pouch and slithered her tongue across each aching nut. Lee felt his balls were going to explode as the child lathered away at him with increasing power, sucking hard on his bulging rocks, making the sweet pain of lust burn fiery in his already agonized groin.
"So good! So GOOD!" he groaned, his voice hoarse and breathless with passion. "You suck so goddamn GOOD, Brandy!"
She was stroking his swollen prick with her exquisite fingers and even to her inexperienced hands she could tell that he was nearing some point of release. She felt his huge cock wobble violently in her hands and quickly she drew her head up from his balls and began running her lips up the length of his shaft to his engorged head. She nibbled the hard, burning flesh as she traveled upward and each time she took a delicate, teasing bite he screamed in lusting anguish.
"ZZAAAIIIEEE-OH SUCK IT-T-T-t-t-t!! "
The blood was boiling in Lee's loins now, seething its way upward, reaching ever higher toward the point of explosive release. Brandy slipped her mouth over the tip of his prick and formed a cupid's bow around his head. She paused there for a moment, flicking her small, pink tongue across the throbbing bulb then she slowly sucked the round knob into her mouth, locking her lips tightly around the rim.
"Sweet Mother of God!" he cried. "I CANT STAND IT!"
Slowly she pulled the thundering organ deeper into her mouth. It was heavy as lead and she had to open her jaws painfully wide to accommodate it but she was determined to receive all of it. She gobbled up the prick greedily, loving the hard, throbbing feeling it made in her mouth and throat. Gently she forced the massive shaft down her silken passage until it was lodged firmly in her tiny throat. She sucked at the base of his prick greedily, nibbling his flesh with her fine, pearly teeth. Lee was lying back on the bed now, twitching uncontrollably, his mind almost a blank as the surging power of his groin and the overwhelming force of his approaching orgasm took complete control of all of him.
He shuddered violently as Brandy began to slowly pump his aching cock in and out of her mouth, sliding her lips over the length of the massive rod up to the tip, then forcing it back down her throat once again. Her soft, pliant lips locked and unlocked around his flesh, while her busy fingers played wildly with his balls. The all-consuming fires were raging in him now, burning passionately as they surged faster and faster through his groin, licking away at his balls and teasing the expectant agony of his swollen cock.
Faster and faster the little eleven-year-old girl thrust the huge shaft in and out of her mouth, plunging it down her soft, warm throat, pulling it back out, nibbling at the burning skin, then slamming it down her silken passage once again.
"Brandy, Brandy," Lee moaned urgently. "You'd better stop! I'M GOING TO COME! I'M GOING TO COME IN YOUR MOUTH!" he warned her breathlessly. OH, NOOO, GOD-CANT HOLDBACK!! "
Instead of heeding his warning, however, the little girl increased her passionate attack on his cock and balls. She wanted him to come in her tiny mouth, wanted to taste the hot burning delight that had intrigued her for so long. Her fingers squeezed his tight, shivering sac tighter and her lips pumped his prick harder and harder. She could feel the explosion growing in him and waited excitedly for him to find his agonizing release.
Lee felt the hot, burning come race upward through his balls. He tossed his body wildly about the mattress and threw his hips up to the girl's eager face, pulling her head down to his groin with his hands as the incredible tremor and unbelievable climax burst free of his aching balls.
"JESUS!" he screamed. "OH MY GOD! CUUUMMMIIIiiinnnnggg!! ! ! !
Brandy felt the hot, steaming liquid shoot from his cock and pour into her mouth and she gulped hungrily at the ocean of come that splashed from his prick, trying wildly to drink it all in and swallow every bit of it. Jets of sticky jizz kept bursting from his cock as she pumped insanely at his prick, sliding the exploding, white-hot shaft in and out of her mouth rapidly. Lee bucked wildly under the little girl's determined mouth, feeling what he was sure was the most exquisite and intense orgasm he had ever had! Finally the seemingly never-ending stream of come subsided and he relaxed against the bed, his legs numb and his cock and balls still aching painfully with the after effects of the climax. He moaned softly as Brandy lapped away at his prick, sucking the last few drops of come out of him. He wanted to cry, it had felt so good!
Brandy rested with his cock lying beside her cheek, smiling happily. His come had tasted bitter yet pleasing to her and she had enjoyed the sensation of his driving cock in her mouth, but best of all, she had pleased and given pleasure to him and that thrilled her most of all.
CHAPTER FIVE
They lay there not speaking for several minutes. Lee was trying to get his breath back and his mind was racing with guilt and fear over what they had just done. If Brandy had known how ashamed he was feeling, she would have been horrified for enjoying the act so completely. To her young mind, everything that Lee said, felt and did was the foundation of truth. Lee realized this and wisely did not convey any of his doubts to the impressionable little girl. Nonetheless, he was suffering massive pangs of guilt over the incident. He was a child fucker! A ravisher of little girls! He had performed oral sex on an eleven year old and had let her do the same to him. He knew he was a degenerate and what made it even worse was that he felt no real guilt over his acts. That he still had some part of his mind rationalizing everything, telling him that even if she was so young, she was still sexually mature enough to the point where she could have sex and understand it and he should not be concerned in any case, because he hadn't forced the child to do anything. That he could still like that proved that he was a really fucked up guy! If that wasn't bad enough, the real kicker was that he knew that after this, he would never be able to stay away from her, never be able to deny his greedy, lusting flesh the touch and contact of her soft, smooth skin, warm luscious mouth and aromatic, sweet-tasting pussy! He groaned and tossed his head back and forth on the bed, what was he going to do? Just what-in-the-holy-fuck was he going to do with her?
Brandy, on the other hand, was feeling no such pangs of remorse, if anything she was radiant. The joyousness poured from her like warmth from a springtime sun. She was a child on the verge of womanhood, just discovering for the first time that her body could be used to give her great pleasure and this new found treasure filled her with excitement and delight. Now that she had recovered from her initial fear and distrust of the acts she had engaged in, she was anxious to experiment with her body and Lee's, more and more. That simple things like fingers and tongues, lips and orifices could create such wondrous feelings and sensations filled her with a child-like and lustful curiosity. She wondered what other things she could to do make her young body feel so grand and wonderful and she wanted to repeat the things she had done before again and again. She realized that she was lucky to have such a mature and experienced man as Lee to teach her these things, and she promised herself to pay attention to his needs and desires also.
She grinned up at the forty-year-old man over his belly and limp penis and giggled. "Did you like that, Lee?" she asked, knowing full well he had.
Lee groaned again. "Yes, my God, YES! That was the best blow-job I ever got!"
"I liked doing it. I liked the taste of your milk in my mouth, and I'm so happy it made you feel good." The little girl kissed his prick and began rubbing it with the palm of her hand. "Let's do it again," she whispered excitedly.
Lee sighed and thought, WHAT THE HELL, WHY NOT? JUST GIVE IN TO IT, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. He stroked the child's head as she rolled his semi-erect cock between her two hands, feeling it growing strong under her massaging motions.
Brandy loved feeling the limp, short staff get strong and hard under her fingers. She thrilled to be the one to make it grow big and straight, the blood beginning to pulsate through it swiftly, the thick, white head turning darker and darker with each stroke she made. She squeezed the thickening rod tightly and pulled it back and forth as if she were shifting gears on a car. Lee moaned and jerked his body about under her playful hands. Brandy laughed to see him squirm so and increased her pressure on his hardening shaft.
She slithered her body around so that her youngish cunt lay beside his shoulders. "Play with my hole, Lee," she asked the twitching man.
"Your pussy, your cunt," he corrected her.
"Play with my pussy, Lee, please."
He dropped his hand on her soft, fleshy thigh and began stroking the downy skin leisurely with the tips of his fingers. The little girl shuddered as his strong, yet gentle rolled over her flesh, igniting the smoldering fires in her loins and sending tiny darts of pleasure rocketing through her nerve endings. She curled her fingers around his pulsating cock and began to slowly pump her hand up and down the length of his stiff, erect rod.
Lee drew his fingers along her thigh until he'd reached her crotch. He snaked out a single digit and rubbed gently at her dampening slit. The little girl groaned softly and pushed her eager hips forward to meet his finger. He slid the stiff joint up and down her pussy lips, parting them here and there and teasingly poked the finger inside her then quickly pulled it out again.
"OOOooo, YEA!" moaned Brandy, squirming her lovely little ass down tightly on the mattress and rolling it back and forth as the stiff prong tickled her cunt and massaged her clit.
The tiny button burst to life under his attentive digit and the little girl groaned deeply as he took the little pebble between his thumb and forefinger and began rolling it back and forth briskly. Her hips swayed from side to side on the bed, banging into his shoulders as he felt the little nub getting wetter as she grew more and more excited. He rubbed her thin, pliant love-lips with his thumb, drawing the dampness out of her until he could slip the fat, stub inside her hot, moist cunt, rolling it round and round as the little girl gasped and gyrated her body wildly. The delightful, burning sensations she had felt a few minutes ago were returning and she pressed her cunt happily against his working fingers. She loved the new, pleasing arrows of sexual passion that raced through her loins, churning her inner flesh madly.
She stroked his throbbing cock harder and harder, sliding her delicate, perfect fingers up and down the length of his huge shaft with a lightening speed. She rolled her thumb over the thick head and stroked the sensitive tip roughly sending Lee into spasms of moaning, twitching passion. Her thumb felt like a small, electric charge to his painfully frustrated dick. He gasped for breath and grunted, the sound coming out in thick short bursts of noise that filled the room with the loud vocal calls of love.
"Damn, DAMN!" he moaned. "DAMN, THAT
FEELS GOOD!"
She cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them back and forth in her palm. Lee shuddered violently and felt the hot come beginning to churn in his tight sack once again. He was amazed, it had been a long time since he'd been able to get hard twice over a couple of hours much less a few minutes! The little girl was having a definite, positive effect on his sex drive!
He pressed his hard, weathered palm against her budding sex and slid his hand up and down on her damp, palpitating pussy lips. Brandy groaned in pleasure and rolled her hips in a counter rhythm to his kneading hand. Lee slipped his little finger down to the girl's tight little ass-hole and began turning it round and around her taut, precious dot.
"Oh Lee, LEE, LEE," the child moaned, "LICK MY PUSSY AGAIN, PLEASE! LICK IT!"
He grasped her around the waist and said, "Come on, sit on my face." He lifted her up in the air and eagerly the little girl straddled his head, her twitching, tiny little cunt just inches from his hungry mouth.
He ran his tongue along her firm, downy thighs and she shivered at the contact his darting arrow made with her moist, warm skin. He gripped her soft, fleshy hips and lowered her tender, luscious cunt to his searching mouth. His tongue slithered up along her damp pussy lips, parting them slightly, digging inside and lathering her wet, steaming interior.
"Ahhhhhh," groaned Brandy, her mouth going slack, her head bobbing up and down on her shoulders like a small toy as the hot, sensual fires began to burn brighter and brighter in her womb.
She bent forward and locked her lips around his swollen cock, sucking the huge organ into her mouth, enjoying the strong, heady taste of his maleness and the heavy weight the powerful shaft placed on her jaws. She slithered the long rod down her silken throat and lodged it firmly in her passage, sucking on the base of his shaft hungrily.
Lee groaned and threw his crotch up to her face, feeling the boiling blood race through his veins and every nerve ending in his prick tingle with excitement.
"Ah, yeah," he sighed. "Do it, Brandy, DO IT!"
The little girl nibbled delightedly at his long prick, sliding it in and out of her perfect mouth in long, measured strokes pumping away at it with ease and assurance. She caught the rim of his engorged tip with her teeth and swayed her head from side to side until Lee screamed in agonized pleasure, and gripped the sweet cheeks of her ass with his powerful hands.
Lee drove his lashing tongue deep into her taut, damp pussy, jamming the slithering arrow of love to the very edge of her maidenhead, licking it wildly, slashing his strong dart from side-to-side, lathering the walls of her cunt, bringing tons of juice from her inner recesses and making the little girl swoon with pleasure and rock her quaking body about his face with involuntary spasms of lust.
"LEE, LEE, YOU EAT ME SO GOOD, SO GOOOOD!" the eleven-year-old child groaned, softly. Her young, inexperienced cunt was on fire with all the steaming lusts that his oral attack could induce in her tender, virginal flesh. His rough, scraping tongue was driving her more and more insane with desire, and his teeth nibbled passionately at her damp, swollen pussy lips, sucking them into his mouth and abusing them delightfully.
The swirling rivers of lust that were churning in Lee's tight ball-sac seemed to be expanding beyond all possible size. He felt as if his cock were ten times as large as normal. He was seized in the grip of a monster passion that would settle for nothing but total satisfaction. Brandy could feel his massive lust boiling in his cock and she was thrilled with the awesome power he contained there, surging in and out of her throat.
Suddenly the forty-year-old man lifted her off his face and threw her down on her back on the bed. She was a little confused and frightened by his swift and strange action. She did understand what was happening and she waited anxiously for what would come next. Lee straddled her thighs, poised on his knees, looming over her powerfully.
"Brandy, do you know what fucking is?" he asked, his voice a tortured whisper.
"No, but does it feel good?" she asked expectantly.
"It might hurt just a little bit for a little while, but then you'll like it a lot," he assured her.
"I'm not afraid, and if it will feel good, then I want to do it." she said, lowering her eyes from his to her crotch where his long, throbbing shaft was poised, aimed like a sword of love. "Go ahead, Lee," she whispered bravely, "Fuck me, fuck me, now!"
Very gently, Lee spread her lovely young thighs until he could fit down between them. He rubbed his hand vigorously over her tiny slit until the hot, steaming juice was flowing freely again and her tiny, petals of joy opened enough to accommodate him. He brought the tip of his raging organ to the small, fragile opening. Brandy shivered as she felt the huge head poking her pussy lips, the feeling was strange and filled with power. She moaned quietly as Lee opened her cunt and slipped the tip of his aching cock inside of her.
"Just relax, honey," he told her softly. "Relax your muscles and don't be afraid."
Tentatively she concentrated on loosening up her lower body. His big prick felt strange and commanding inside her tiny, inexperienced pussy, but somehow she enjoyed the feeling. She liked the way it seemed to fill her up more and more the farther in he got.
Lee's entire lower body seemed to quiver involuntarily as he slowly pushed his aching prick deeper and deeper into the girl's tight little pit. He felt his dick-head tap against her taut virginity. Brandy's pussy was stretched wide and his compelling prick felt hot and burning in her little cunt, there was a dull aching pain in her unused love-hole, and it scared her to feel the throbbing, alive machine of lust lying inside her body, the blood racing through it, seeming to be coiled and waiting for an assault on her tender young flesh.
"You all right?" Lee asked, his voice strained and impatient with lust. "Do you want me to get out of you?"
Clearly he didn't want to, so the little girl bit her lip and shook her head, he'd promised the pain would pass and she depended on that. "No," she sighed, gruffly, "No, I want you to do it."
Slowly he began to pump himself in and out of her, the strange, sliding motion in and out of her tight, virginal pussy felt like what he had done to her with his finger, but much more intense. She felt him tapping against her maidenhead and each time he did, a small, sharp lance of pain would rip through her. Lee did his best not to hurt the girl, His balls were on fire, and he wanted to bury himself to the hilt in her incredibly tight and warmly soothing cunt, but he held himself in check and tried his best to calm down and take his time.
He could feel her little virginity weakening each time he butted up against it and it sent spasms of pleasure careening through his cock as he pushed nearer and nearer to breaking through the thin wall of little girl cherry that separated him from the depths of her exquisite cunt.
Brandy thrashed about the bed beneath him in a mixture of pain and ever increasing pleasure as he slowly slid the huge, thick member in and out of her. Its gigantic size seemed more than she could take and the sharp points of pain it made every time it came up against her thin membrane of virginity became more and more intense. Suddenly a long, shattering dart of pain slashed through her body and she gasped out loud as wave upon wave of pain rolled through her flesh, then as quickly as it had come, it passed and she looked down to see Lee's long, heavy cock slid deep into her body up to the very base of the swollen shaft. He groaned in pleasure and pressed his groin against hers tightly. Brandy smiled to herself that he was feeling so good, then suddenly became aware of a new and different feeling in her tight, aching pussy. Lee's cock filled her up so completely that she felt stuffed almost to bursting. It felt as if her cunt had always been empty and lacking something and this his prick was that something. The part of her that had always been missing was finally there and the sensation was more than pleasing.
Very slowly, Lee drew his hard, stiff organ back out of the girl, pausing halfway, then sliding it back into the depths of her tender, young love-pit. The effect sent Brandy's flesh singing with the pleasure she had felt before when he'd licked her there, only this was hundreds of times more intense! She gasped in surprise and threw her hips up to greet his plunging pole. "OH, WOW!" she moaned. "WOW, WOW, WOW! AHHHhhh!"
"like that?" Lee said smiling, rolling his hips around in a tight circle, twirling his prick inside her.
"Uh-huh, UH-HUH!" she gasped. "YEAH, OH YEAH!"
He pulled his cock out of her again and buried the prick to the hilt once more in her achingly taut pussy. She jerked wildly on the bed, kicking her heels out spasmodically. She felt her pussy burning with the strange, powerful fires of lust and the sensation of his strong, thick cock sliding slowly in and out of her twitching pussy drove her into a frenzy of lust. "OH, DO THAT FASTER," she groaned. "FASTER, FASTER! NGH, UNGH!"
Lee's balls were full-to-bursting as he began to pump his swollen, burning dick in and out of the child's moist, hot cunt at an increasing rate of speed. He could feel the thick load of come he carried in his loins beginning to boil as the incredibly delicious tightness of her virgin cunt locked around his shaft, her little pussy muscles clenching his throbbing flesh uncontrollably, and her small, perfect hips began to roll around under him, her little ass banging away on the bed in rhythm with pounding groin.
"Yeah, baby, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!" he groaned as the steaming pussy shot up to meet each one of his driving thrusts. "Uh-huh, UH-HUH! That's IT, honey, THAT'S IT! OOOHHHH!! " he told her, moaning loudly and sliding his strong, wide rod in and out of her determinedly.
Brandy thrilled to have the hard, long shaft pump her in long, delicious strokes, filling and emptying her quivering hole, the hot, sticky juices flowing out of her in rivers of hot, steaming lust, while the racing orgasm swirled around in the depths of her loins, growing ever stronger and closer to the massive explosion she knew she would soon experience. Even to her untrained flesh she knew that this orgasm would be much more powerful than the last and she ached to feel it burst through her flesh and shake her body wildly.
"Oh, HARDER, Lee! FUCK ME, HARDER! Harder! HARDER!" her girlish voice screamed the words and Lee felt the churning waves in his cock and balls grow stormy and uncontrollable as he pumped in and out of her in a raging fury, his passion overwhelming him. He loved hearing the little girl screaming for her pleasure, desiring his strong, musky maleness to devour her flesh and tear her cunt with savage frenzy. He suddenly realized he had finally found the one girl who wanted him and the understanding of that drove him on and on until his whole body was concentrated into his cock and he became a thrusting, pounding piston of pleasure.
His hard, heavy balls slapped viciously against her tender ass and Brandy thrilled to the raw, scraping feeling they made, banging away on her squirming cheeks. She shuddered uncontrollably as wave upon wave of harsh pleasure rolled through her flesh. His thundering prick was exciting her to higher and higher peaks of passion as her little cunt was aflame with lust and hunger. He grunted in deep, animal sounds and his hot, passionate breath singed her cheeks as his rough, unshaven face scraped roughly against her skin. She threw her arms around his back and dug her nails into his flesh. She was aching with a greedy lust and she thought she might faint from the intense pleasure he was giving her.
Harder and harder the grinding rod slammed in and out of her hot, young cunt, the sweet, eleven-year-old girl was sobbing with pleasure and squirming her hips up to meet his as the thick, stiff pole drove to the very depths of her pussy and shuddered wildly within her.
"Oh, God, Brandy, God," Lee was moaning. "It's so beautiful, so damn beautiful!" She could feel his thick, plunging rod seem to swell to twice its normal size then suddenly he was lashing away at her with his driving staff and quaking violently.
"I'M COMING, BRANDY, cumminggg, and its so damn GOOOOD!" he cried and she felt a hot, burning jet of liquid shoot from his cock and splash fiery-like about the walls of her little love-pit. The intensity of his orgasm astounded her and excited her to the peak of her passion and she erupted into a massive climax that matched his own.
"AHhhhhiiiiiieeee! UNH, UNH, OH, YES, AAAIIIiiieee!! ! " she screamed, grinding her hips into the mattress and thrusting her pussy up to meet his pounding groin as the sweet fire of come spilled out of her and mixed with the swirling rivers that spilled from his cock.
They slammed against each other madly, beating their flesh together in one massive explosion after another as the long awaited climaxes tore themselves free of their insides and burst from their bodies. Lee's cock thundered in and out of the girl's aching pussy until he'd at last spent all of his passion and collapsed on top of her still shuddering body. She hugged him tightly and shivered as a long, last orgasm swept across her then she buried her head into his shoulder and began to sob quietly with the intense thrill of her first real fuck still lying deep in her body and mind. He had done things to her and made her experience pleasures she would not have thought possible. To even imagine such beauty would never have occurred to her a scant few days ago.
"For making me a woman, Lee. For making me a woman." Then she hugged him tightly to her and locked her cunt muscles around his cock still buried deeply inside her.
CHAPTER SIX
The next couple of days were among the most exciting either of them had ever spent in their lives. Never before had Brandy felt so safe or so happy. She trusted Lee like no one before him and deep inside herself she knew she could depend on him for anything. He was almost a superman to her. She watched him deal with everything from waiters in restaurants to flat tires and engine trouble in the van and thrilled to the expert and self-assured way he took control of each and every situation. He would never let her down, she was sure of it and she was really and truly happy and secure for the first time in her young life. All her fears of being left alone and threatened by the world had completely vanished.
As for Lee, Brandy would have been surprised to find out how much she had to do with all the confidence and strength she admired and depended on within him. He had never been particularly at ease with people he had to deal with in service or recreation areas, and he had always been intimidated by machinery, but just having the little girl around watching him and commenting on his supposed skill seemed to make him much better with tools and more in command of a given situation. She always seemed to come up with the right comment to build up his confidence and praise him on his abilities. He felt a lot more energetic than he had in years and he could actually see a lot of worry lines and the deep, heavy bags under his eyes beginning to disappear little by little with each passing day. She was like a tonic to him, a fucking, fountain of youth he could drink deeply from whenever he wanted to.
He still raged with guilt over what he was doing with her, but each time she touched him playfully or seriously all his doubts would vanish and he would sink gratefully and happily into her warm, tender flesh. He had, honestly, never known such perfect, beautiful sex in his entire life and as much as he worried about what he was doing, still felt it wrong in some way he was determined not to give it up. At this point he felt ready to kill anyone that tried to take her away from him!
He was constantly being amazed by the little girl's wisdom and maturity. She had none of the usual, childish ways about her. He remembered with satisfaction the time he took her out to dinner at a imagine restaurant in Iowa City and how she had behaved, acting much the proper young lady, while the children of other families carried on in the distasteful, annoying fashion of unruly, demanding kids. Far from being a pest, Brandy seemed to want to be considered above all else, an adult. She hardly asked him for anything and was quite beyond the interest in toys and other playthings. He had tried once to buy her a doll and she looked at him with such disgust and horror that he had to laugh at her obviously insulted expression. She would accept gifts of clothing, especially anything that made her look grown up and he had a field day taking her shopping one afternoon, buying her imagine dresses, sexy underwear and a beautiful silk nightgown that she quickly slithered into once they had returned to the van. He got so turned on by just seeing her slim, attractive young body through the sheer material that he almost tore it from her in his frenzy to fuck her. She was the most sexual being he'd ever encountered and he could not get over her seemingly insatiable lust for the pleasures of the flesh. He truly believed she got hornier more often than he did, which, considering her incredible beauty and the effect it had on him, was really quite remarkable.
They had been traveling with no set destination, just roaming back and forth over the vast country, dotting the states here and there, often ending up after a couple of day's journey almost back to where they had begun. Brandy felt as if she were on an endless vacation, no school, no teachers, nothing but fun, fun, fun. She didn't miss anything or anyone from her home town. She was smart enough to realize that she needed an education to get along in life, but she'd heard enough about certain kinds of tests she could take to realize that she could get whatever diplomas she might need anytime she wanted to. Lee never bothered her about her past, so intoxicated was he with having her around and she shrewdly neglected to mention her home very much at all. Why bring up a bad subject when we are having such a good time, she figured.
Lee loved just wandering back and forth, no time limit, no rigid schedule to keep track of. He wondered how he'd done it all those years in the firm. It was so wonderful not having to worry if you got someplace at some appointed hour. He felt so free and unencumbered that he'd even taken off his expensive wristwatch with all its imagine trappings and stuffed it away in a drawer. He'd never felt so loose in his life and he knew now that he could never go back to living the way he had been before.
They had finally decided to go to Florida. Lee had mentioned Disney World and Brandy had gotten very excited when he described the enchanted park to her in one of her few moments of pleading with him, she had begged him to take her there.
"Sure," he'd told her, "I think it's a great idea. Every little kid should get a chance to see it."
"I'm not a little kid!" she had cried, outraged at the insult.
He had laughed, calming her anger. "Okay, I know, I was just teasing, but we will do it. It's off to Disneyworld!"
So they were traveling across the southeast now, nearing the state line, feeling excited and happy on such a fine, sunny afternoon. They had been on the road for about an hour after a long, leisurely lunch and the highway was almost deserted in the lazy midday, which suited Lee just fine since he hated a lot of traffic and often pulled off to the side of the road for an hour or so whenever it got to be too much of a hassle to cope with it. That was another joy of his newfound freedom. He never had to deal with a lot of jerks dashing from one place to another if he didn't want to, it was an intoxicating and pleasing proposition that he enjoyed to its fullest whenever possible.
But today was not a problem and he drove along happily, tapping his fingertips on the steering wheel in time to the snappy rock tune coming out of the speakers on either side of the cab. Brandy was reading a paperback book and sipping a coke and from time to time he would sneak a quick glance in her direction, running his eyes up and down the length of her smooth, well formed legs jutting out of her tight, very short hot pants. He thrilled to view those luscious limbs, her firm, rounded thighs, the cute, dimpled knees, sleek calves, perfectly trim ankles and delicate pretty bare feet tapping absently against the dashboard following the steady rhythm of the music. He felt his balls tighten exquisitely and his cock grow firm and rigid at the mere sight of her. He rubbed his aching prick and groaned softly with lust.
Brandy looked over at him, putting her book down on the wide dashboard in front of her. "What's the matter?" she asked him.
"Nothing," he grinned, "I was just looking at your lovely legs."
"What's wrong with them?"
"Nothing, honey, unless driving me nuts is wrong," he said, laughing happily.
"Do you want to stop for a while," she said, softly, running her hand along his thigh.
He shook his head. "No, for once we have to keep some sort of schedule. I want to get to the damn park before the weekend throng arrives."
She nodded slowly a little disappointed that he could be so responsible at times, then her eyes lit up with a sparkle as she got an idea of how to solve both problems at the same time. Lee wasn't a huge guy but he was tall enough that he had to put the seat of the van back as far as it could go, leaving quite a bit of space between him and the steering wheel. Brandy curled her fingers around his thigh and began to stroke his leg much harder applying more pressure to his already aching flesh.
"Jesus, take it easy, honey, I'm trying to drive," he said, but she ignored his protest and quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free of his underwear. The thick, long pole was stiff with hot blood racing through it and before he could stop her she had dropped her head and wrapped her lips around the throbbing shaft.
"Brandy, DON'T! AHH, what the hell are you DOING?" he cried. The little girl continued to roll her lips slowly up and down the length of the massive rod, sliding her teeth along his hot, twitching flesh until he had to grip the steering wheel tightly and work at concentrating on his driving.
The little girl cupped his balls with one hand, bouncing them playfully in the palm of her hand while her other "hand slithered into her own pants and began rubbing her tiny, budding clit back and forth hurriedly. She squeezed Lee's balls tightly in her grip and sucked greedily at the head of his swollen, engorged prick, nipping at it excitedly with her teeth and lashing the tight bulb with her tiny, pointed tongue.
Lee groaned in sweet agony as the little girl drew the long, quaking shaft deep into her throat in a single, slow stroke, clinching her lips around the pole as it slid down her silken passage and lodged firmly in place while she sucked powerfully at the base of his shivering pole. She rolled his balls back and forth in her small, soft fingers and slithered two fingers into her own, twitching love-pit, pumping them in and out of herself wildly until the cunt-juice began to flow freely and she felt she was ready to accept his strong, thick rod.
She unbuttoned her hot-pants and slipped out of them and her panties. Lee looked at her in bewilderment as she pushed the flaps of his pants to the side, baring his cock and groin as much as possible.
"What are you up to?" he asked, confused.
She giggled. "You'll see, just keep driving." She slipped under his arms and threw her legs over his, spreading her beautiful, fleshy thighs far apart, and keeping her head lowered so that he could see over her, she grasped his hard cock and slid it inside her, wiggling around on his lap until it was firmly in place.
"MY GOD!" Lee groaned. "HOLY DAMN! AAAGGGHHH, OH."
"like it?"
"YES! HELL YES!"
"Good!" the little girl said, satisfied. She rolled her hips around on his lap, twisting and turning the thick, hard prick back and forth in her tight little pussy. She could feel his strong rod pulsating, humming wildly in her cunt and the full, packed sensation of it in her cunt made her shiver with pleasure and pump her little pussy up and down on the huge pole in a wild rhythm of lustful energy. She threw her arms around his back and hugged him to her tightly, resting her head to one side on his chest. Lee bent his head slightly so that he had a clear view of the road and rocked his ass back in forth in time with the little girl's bobbing hips.
"OOOOO, THAT'S NICE," sighed Brandy, grinding her little ass down on his thighs, digging the thrusting pole deep into her cunt, locking and unlocking her trim, taut pussy muscles around the base of the shaft. "I like that!"
"You like it!? God!" moaned Lee, not giving a damn if a passing car should see them, enjoying this wild ride the little dove was taking on his aching prick. He lifted her up with his legs, sliding his cock halfway out of her then let her fall back down heavily, driving his thundering rod back into her, sending jets of sweet sensations through his dick and balls and churning the fires of his loins higher and higher. "AHHHHHH, JESUS!" he cried. "That's so damn good!"
Brandy rocked back and forth and pumped her cunt against him faster and faster as she felt the flood of screaming passion beginning to race through her loins. His driving love machine slipped in and out of her exquisitely, each stroke sending the fires of her lust racing through her flesh with more and more intensity. She grunted deeply and closed her eyes, abandoning herself to the pleasures of his prick slamming in and out of her cunt powerfully, creating a deep and intense ocean of lustful desire that threatened to tear her apart with its unending passion.
On and on they went, hot, steaming flesh crashing into flesh. Driving their frenzied bodies against each other in a mad fury of lustful hunger. Lee's balls swelled up with come and it trembled at the base of his prick and his eyes were almost blinded by the powerful, raging fury he felt in his groin. He groaned loudly as the white-hot flame of hunger tore at his loins, demanding its release.
Brandy pumped her cunt harder and harder over the massive cock as she felt it grow to the point of bursting, feeling the orgasm rising steadily in the huge, pounding shaft. "OOOO, COME, BABY, COME! COME IN MY CUNT, LEE, COME NOW!" she cooed, feeling her own organs beginning to reach the explosive moment of pure fiery lust.
Suddenly Lee let out an ear-shattering yell and slammed his cock into her roughly. "AHHHHHHIIIIIIEEEEEE!" he cried, the hot, jetting stream of jism blasting from his balls, up through his aching shaft and into her tender, sweet pit. His hips bucked wildly as the continuous stream of steaming liquid poured from his thundering prick and soaked the little child's insides.
Brandy pumped furiously, clenching her pussy muscles around his driving rod, trying to suck every ounce of come from his pounding love-root, feeling the agonizing river of lust suddenly leap free of her organs and explode out of her.
"Oh, Lee! OH, LEE! OH, LEE, I'M COME ... COME ... CUMMINGGG! ARRGGHHH!! " she screamed and the hot rushing orgasm raced from her body, splashed into his and overflowed her fully packed cunt, streaming out onto their legs.
They crashed against one another wildly, urging the fiery climaxes out of themselves, pumping on and on until all the energy had drained from their limbs and organs and Lee had to fight with the big van to keep it steady on the road. Finally the little girl slid away from him and crumpled onto the seat beside him, sobbing for breath and huffing loudly. Lee eased the car off the road and put it into neutral, resting his head on the steering wheel and gulping for air, his whole body weak and drained completely.
"God," he moaned, turning his head and looking at her. "You come up with the wildest ideas!"
"Great, huh? Bet you never took a ride like that before!"
"Too many of those, and it would kill me!"
The little girl giggled and swiftly slipped back into her clothing. She leaned back against the seat of the van and stretched her slender, lovely arms out wide. She groaned and let out a yawn. "Wow, that made me hungry," she said, patting her cute little belly. "Can we get something to eat soon?"
Lee nodded, checking the map, clipped to the dashboard. "There's a rest area a few miles down the road," he said, putting the van back into gear and easing back on the highway. "I'll pull in there and make dinner."
"Great!" Brandy exclaimed, then she picked up her book and began reading again and Lee sighed in amazement as the little girl acted as if nothing had happened at all.
There was no doubt about it, he thought, she could turn her sex drive on and off at the drop of a hat. She was so completely uninhibited about fucking that she didn't need any warming up at all. The mere idea of such a perfect love-companion almost .got him excited all over again and he had to quickly get his mind off her if he ever wanted to get to that rest area. He forced himself to think about driving and increased his speed a little bit to get there faster. This last session of loving had taken everything out of him and he needed a good rest!
After a simple but hearty meal of hash and eggs, Lee told Brandy he was going to drive right through the night. "I want to reach Florida by morning." he explained. "This will put us way ahead of schedule and we can easily have a couple of days at the park before the crowds start streaming in."
Anything was fine with her, though she was a little disappointed that they wouldn't be sleeping together that night, but that was the way it was, she guessed.
She rode along beside him for a good part of the early evening, then she got tired and retired to the back of the van to watch TV as they moved along. Finally, around ten o'clock she came forward and told him she was going to bed.
"Okay, honey, sleep well and pleasant dreams," he told her, kissing her on the cheek. She nibbled his ear playfully until he told her to cut it out, then she giggled and kissed him and said goodnight.
She went to the back of the van and undressed quickly, climbed into the bed and pulled the light, plastic curtains closed behind her. She lay in the semi-darkness of the narrow enclave, listening to the steady hum of the engine and the other quiet sounds of the night road, her eyes closed and her arms hugging herself until she gently drifted off to sleep.
It was well after midnight before Lee pulled into a service area for a little coffee and a rest from the road. He'd enjoyed driving in the silence of his own company. He had even turned off the tape-player after a while, just listening to the quiet, continuous sound of his motor home on the road and the occasional hum of a passing truck or car. The emptiness of the night had filled him with good cheer and he was looking forward to putting a lot of miles on the van before morning.
He parked the vehicle in a convenient spot near the small restaurant section of the service plaza, then shut off the engine and made his way to the back of the van. He walked quietly to the rear and pulled the curtains back a little and stared down at the sleeping child.
She looked adorable lying there, her pretty face relaxed and calm, her body sleek and curled protectively under the blanket. He resisted an impulse to kiss her, he didn't want to disturb her resting. She murmured something and turned over on her side and she grinned, closing the curtains silently and moving back to the front of the van.
He got out of the large motor home and stretched his arms wide, yawning and pulling the cramp out of his muscles, then he walked over to the plaza area. He got in line behind an overweight, rumpled man of about fifty, smelling of whiskey and obviously a little high. The man was grumbling to himself, and Lee regarded him with distaste. He looked and acted as if he were the kind of guy that figured the world owed him a living. Lee had seen a hundred guys like him in his life and they all turned out to be alike. Cheap, petty, nasty and, most of all, failures because they never wanted to accept the fact that they were responsible for their lives and if they wanted to get anywhere they would have to work for it. Men like the one standing in front of him, bitching about the time it was taking to get through the line, time that really wasn't taking that long, always were looking for something for nothing. Lee was glad that he had learned early in life that if you wanted to get big, you had to shoot big and work big. He shook his head, listening to the man's whining complaints. Assholes like him never learn, he thought, they never learn.
He bought a cup of coffee and a sweet-roll and carried them over to a small table. He ate the pastry quickly, alternating sips of the hot, warming brew with munching bite from the roll and when it was finished he sat back in the chair and drank the rest of his coffee slowly, smoking a cigarette, enjoying the heady feeling the smoke gave him as he sucked it deeply into his lungs. All in all it was turning out to be a good trip. He felt good, alert and ready for a few hundred more miles before he sacked out in the morning. This was a good idea, he thought, driving all night. Less traffic and noise. He figured he would pull off once he got to Florida and sleep for a few hours before traveling a little further the next day. By the time he went to bed that night, they would be damn near their destination. He couldn't wait until he saw Brandy's face at Disney world. He just knew the little girl would go crazy there, and he had to admit he was a little excited about it himself. It had been years since he'd gone to an amusement park and it was going to be fun reliving his younger days. He had one more cup of coffee and another cigarette then he threw the trash into a waste paper can and went into the bathroom.
Brandy woke up about fifteen minutes after he left the van. At first she didn't understand why they weren't moving, but when she got out of bed and walked to the front of the van, finding it empty except for herself, then she stared out the window at the neon lights of the service plaza she realized what was going on.
She yawned loudly and bent over to get the kinks out of her back then flopped down in her chair and waited for Lee to return. She was still sleepy but getting more and more awake as the minutes ticked by and when she realized that he hadn't stopped merely to get a cup of coffee and start moving again she decided to join him in the diner.
She quickly pulled on her blue-jeans and a heavy sweater, slipping her tiny feet into a pair of worn loafers. She hopped down out of the cab and began walking toward the plaza when she decided she had better close the curtains on the bedroom so her bed wouldn't get cold. She returned to the van, shut the two plastic separations tightly then returned to the outside. She walked swiftly up to the dining area of the plaza and went into the ladies room to take a quick pee.
Had she been a few seconds later or earlier she would have run into Lee coming out of the men's room, as it was she just missed him. He hurried over to the check-out counter, anxious to get moving again and bought another cup of coffee to go. He carried it out to the van and climbed in, setting the cup in a special rack for carrying such things. He glanced toward the back of the van and saw the shut curtains and smiled, satisfied that the interruption of the journey hadn't disturbed the sleeping child.
He settled down in the driver's seat and turned on the engine reving it a couple of times to get it going, then he pulled along the side of the service plaza and up to one of the gas pumps. He had the attendent fill the tank with lead-free gas while he checked his oil and water himself.
After he was done and the man had finished filling his tank, he paid the young guy and climbed back into the cab. He turned on the radio and fiddled with the dial until he found an all night country and western station, just the thing for some late night traveling, he thought. Then, settling down in the seat and taking a long sip of the steaming coffee to set himself he pulled slowly away from the gas pumps and headed for the entrance ramp to the highway.
Brandy came out of the lady's room and went into the dining area looking for Lee. She searched the room, her eyes taking the whole scene in attentively. She couldn't see him anywhere, the small room was almost empty except for a couple at one table and a middle-aged man talking loudly with the waitress. She shrugged, thinking that perhaps he was in the bathroom and she went out into the large hallway to wait for him. She was standing there, humming to herself when she happened to glance out the large picture window in the direction of where the van had been parked. A flash of fear ripped coldly through her mind and body as she blinked then realized it wasn't there any longer. She ran outside and looked from left to right. She saw the tail lights of the motor home moving down the ramp and she ran desperately toward the disappearing vehicle, screaming Lee's name out loud at the top of her lungs, but after a few feet she stopped and stood still watching the van swiftly join the continuous stream of traffic on the highway, moving faster and faster down the road until it was out of sight.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now what was she going to do? She stood there, the panic racing through her, the cold-sweating fear making her shake uncontrollably. She closed her eyes and hugged her arms around her body. I mustn't cry, she told herself, I mustn't make a scene.
She stood shivering in the chilly, late-night air, trying hard to hold down her fear. She realized that she could not race into the dining room and pour her troubles out to a waitress or service-station attendant. She knew that they would ask all sorts of questions and then send for the Highway Patrol to track down Lee and once that happened, it would only be a matter of time before they found out that she wasn't related to him and they'd send her home for sure. No, she couldn't ask for help from the people in charge, if she did, they would take her away from Lee, she knew that they would, it was as simple as that. Why, he might even get into trouble for not turning her in. And whatever else happened, she wasn't going back home. She had to find Lee on her own, that was all there was to it.
She could just sit down and wait for him to come back, he would find she was gone eventually and return for her, but the problem with that, was that it might take hours before he made the discovery, maybe until morning and people would surely get suspicious of her by then and might send for the police on their own. No she couldn't just stay there and wait, hoping that he would find she was missing before anyone noticed she had been there alone for a long time. It was up to her to catch up to him, and to do it quickly, without drawing any undue attention to herself.
She looked around the dining room wondering who she might appeal to. She had the idea that if she could get moving right now, she had the chance of catching up to him. Lee only drove about fifty miles an hour at night, and if she could get a ride with somebody going at least fifty-five she should be able to catch up with him in an hour or less. But who to ask. The elderly couple sitting by themselves didn't look like-likely prospects, they would probably turn her in rather than get involved in some kind of adventure. The only other one left seemed to be the middle-aged fat man paying his bill at the check-out counter. She didn't like the looks of him, he had a mean face and his grin reminded her of Charlie's leering smile every time he came near her or Barbara, but he seemed be her only other choice. She waited until he had paid his bill and walked out of the dining room before she approached him.
"Mister," she said, grabbing his arm as he started to pass her. "Mister, can you help me out?"
The man looked down at the little girl clutching his sleeve. "What do you want?" he asked irritably.
"I have to catch up to my daddy," Brandy began. She explained her plight to him, trying her best to seem like a frightened, weak little girl that he might take pity on.
"Why don't you just wait here for him?" he asked, after she had finished explaining her idea to him.
"Oh, that might take hours and I'm scared to be alone. My mom just died and if he finds me gone hell really be upset, but if we hurry we could catch him easy. Please won't you help me, it won't take long? Please, Mister, please!"
The middle-aged man rubbed his chin thoughtfully a couple of times, then he sighed as if he were really going out of his way for her and nodded. "Okay, I guess I always was a sucker for kids. Come on, I just hope it don't take all night."
"Oh, gee, thanks, Mister. Thanks a lot!"
"Sure, sure. Come on, I ain't got all night."
She followed him to a big, battered Buick that had seen better days a long, long time ago. She climbed in beside him and leaned back in the seat as he roared the engine to life and pulled quickly out of the service plaza, down the ramp and wildly onto the highway. He was a horrible driver, with none of the caution and attention paid to the task that Lee showed and she would be glad when she got out of the car. After a couple of minutes she was more afraid of his driving than she had been of losing Lee.
She glanced around the back of the car and saw that it was piled high with suitcases, boxes and various other equipment. The man saw her gazing at the junk and told her that he was a salesman for a big sporting goods firm.
"Got the best record in these states," he said proudly. "Ain't nobody better than Herb Corey in this racket. That's my name, by the way. Herb Corey, what's yours, honey?"
"Brandy, Brandy ... Jones," she told him, turning back around in the seat.
"Brandy, huh? Nice name, real nice," he chuckled, shifting his beefy buttocks on his seat. He chuckled again and they rode quietly for a couple of miles before he spoke again. "Okay, Brandy, honey, now why don't you tell me who we are really trying to catch."
Brandy felt her stomach turn over in fear. "What do you mean?" she said, her voice quivering. "I'm trying to catch my daddy."
"Horseshit!" the man snorted. "You ain't after your father. Don't shit me, kid. If you was really after your old man you would have called the cops. They could flag him down a lot quicker than me."
"I didn't think of it."
"Shit again, if you were smart enough to tag me, you're smart enough to get the cops. Now what's the story? You running away with you're boyfriend or something?"
"Yes ... yes, my boyfriend, but please help me, please. We had to get away, we just had to!"
"Take it easy, kid, I ain't looking to break up any romance," he said, laughing cruelly. He turned over and looked at her, his eyes running up and down her slender, attractive body, her beauty shining through even the worn and sloppy clothing she wore. "Say, you're a good looking little girl, your boyfriend is real lucky."
"Thank you, but you will help us, won't you?"
"Sure, honey, sure ... that is, if you're nice to me," the man told her, grinning obscenely, reaching across the seat to cover her thigh with one thick paw and squeeze it roughly. "Yeah, you're nice, real nice. How old are you anyway?"
"Eleven." Brandy was terrified now. She knew fully well what the man meant by being nice to him. She contemplated telling him to pull over, but if she did, there was no knowing if she would get another ride.
"Eleven!? Jesus, you look older than that."
Herb Corey could feel his balls begin to tighten. He'd been around a lot of girls in his life, even had a couple of young ones, but never had he seen a chick like this. She looked at least a couple of years older, more like sixteen. Just the thought of having a little babe like this set his mouth watering. He squeezed her firm little thigh another time.
"Please," Brandy whispered. "My boyfriend has money. Well pay you."
"Shit, I got enough money," growled Corey, "I don't need a few lousy bucks from a couple of punk kids." Brandy tried to push his hand away and he squeezed her for a third time, laughing harshly as he did so. "Take it easy, honey. We're gonna have a lot of fun," he chuckled, lewdly.
Brandy rode in rigid terror for the next couple of miles. She kept her eyes straight ahead, staring at the glaring white lines as they leaped toward her, thinking frantically, trying to find a way out of this. Suddenly Corey was pulling off the road into a small rest area that contained but two bathrooms and a few picnic tables. The stop was empty save for their car and as he pulled the car to a stop and shut off the lights and engine, her fear rose to a gagging point in her throat.
Corey sighed and turned in his seat staring into the little girl's frightened eyes. His hand snaked across the seat and caught hold of her arm. "Be nice to me little girl," he said, stroking the bulky sweater roughly, his fingers edging up her arm toward her shoulder. "And I'll be nice to you."
"No!" she gasped and turned to get out of the car.
He pulled her over to him and pressed her against the seat. She could feel his weight bearing down on her and could smell the sour taste of whiskey on his foul breath. She struggled under his bulk as his hand slipped under her sweater and a big, meaty palm covered her tit, squeezing it tightly.
"Shit! You're pretty well developed for a young kid," Corey exclaimed, kneading the soft, young flesh harshly.
"Please, I don't ... "
"Don't give me that shit! I know you kids today. You'll go down at a drop of a hat. All I want is a little loving, honey, then we'll go find your boyfriend. That's a fair exchange, ain't it?"
He lowered his head and pressed his lips against her mouth. She twisted her head to get away from his hungry, fat lips but he grabbed hold of her chin tightly and forced her back to him. He mashed his fat mouth against hers, his tongue sliding between her teeth and jabbing wildly around her mouth looking greedily for her own. His mouth rolled over her lips, crushing them beneath his cruel, passionate kisses and she almost gagged from his breath and the sweaty, animal smell that his body was beginning to emit. She pushed against him with her weak little hands then bit down suddenly on his slurping tongue. He cried out in pain and jerked his head back, loosening his grip on her arm. She quickly opened the door and jumped out. She ran around the car toward the highway but he was on her in a moment, dragging her back to the picnic area, slapping her face violently.
"You little fucking bitch!" he screamed, slapping her back and forth across the mouth. "I'll teach you to bite me!"
He pulled her around back of the bathrooms and threw her up against the wall. His hand snaked out viciously once, then twice, cracking her loudly and painfully across her aching cheeks.
"STOP!" she screamed. "PLEASE, STOP!" She covered her face with her hands and turned her body away from him. "I WONT DO IT AGAIN!"
He reached out with his hands and grabbed hold of her sweater pulling it roughly over her head and tossing it away behind him. She stood pitifully against the wall, her tiny hands trying to cover her heaving little boobs, the soft, clear flesh gleaming in the moonlight. Corey started at her, his excitement building as he regarded the smooth naked flesh in front of him, her pert, rounded pears partially hidden by her protective hands. He pulled her arms down and held them to her sides.
"Jesus!" he moaned, his cock beginning to ache with wanting. He threw his face down to her chest and locked his mouth around one, small luscious tit, sucking the little globe into his mouth and licking her budding nipple wildly with his rough, raw tongue. It burst to life under his irritating attention and he nibbled at it with his teeth greedily.
Brandy struggled against his insistent sucking, trying desperately to pull away from his strong, steely grip on her wrists. He laughed wildly and let go with one hand. She beat on his back as he dropped the hand to her jeans and began working on her belt buckle.
"No," she gasped. "NO! NOOOO!" She tried to kick at him with her knee, but he blocked it with his fat thigh and then yanked the belt loose, pushing the zipper down and forcing her jeans down over her smooth, tender ass. They fell in a puddle around her ankles and he stepped back to admire and feast upon her bare body.
He whistled and shook his head. "I wouldn't believe you was eleven unless you told me."
Brandy reached down to pick up her jeans and he pushed her over to the ground roughly. She rolled over on her side and looked up at him with terror in her young eyes.
"Take 'em off!" he commanded. "Take 'em off or I'll tear 'em off you!"
She slid the jeans over her feet and pushed them away from her. She lay on her side, her legs drawn up to her belly, shaking with fear and the harsh, cold night air. Corey nudged her with his foot and she jerked away from him.
"On your feet!" he cried. The little girl did as she was told and leaned back against the rough concrete wall. The raw, pitted stone dug into her back as Corey pressed himself against her, his hands roaming freely over her body. He cupped his fingers around her boob and thumbed the nipple back and forth rapidly. She groaned as his other hand slithered down her belly and hugged her pubic mound, his fingers twirling around her sparse tuffs of hair, edging toward her tender young pussy.
He slithered a finger over her taut little clitoris and began rubbing the tiny button vigorously. "like it, honey?" he laughed. "I'll bet you do!" The small knob began to get slippery and wet simply from the constant motion of his finger, but his hands were rough and uncaring and Brandy groaned in pain as he continued to misuse her delicate soft body.
He slid his finger down and parted her thin, pliant pussy lips apart, digging the unwanted digit inside of her, burying it up to the hilt of his hand. "That's what I like," he moaned, the fire spreading rapidly in his loins as he felt the sweet warmth of her tight warm cunt. "A damp little box just my size!" he laughed.
He began to pump his finger in and out of her rapidly, forcing her delicate petals apart roughly as the fat, stumpy finger slammed back and forth against the inner walls of her young cunt, making her gasp and moan with pain. He ignored her cries, his other hand still kneading and pulling on her exquisite boobs, massaging the flesh cruelly, thinking of nothing but his own sadistic pleasure. His mouth slobbered over her neck and shoulders, his tongue soaking her skin with the saliva spilling from between his lips, his teeth taking painful bites of her soft, bruised skin.
"Please," she was groaning. "PLEASE! you're HURTING me."
Corey laughed wickedly. His cock was bulging powerfully against his pants now, aching to get out from behind the restraining clothing. His balls felt heavy in their sack and on fire with the churning river of lust that was bubbling in his loins, seeking its explosive release.
"Shut up, you little bitch!" he shouted. "Down on your knees!" He pushed Brandy to the ground, scraping her back painfully along the concrete wall behind her. The little child cried out in pain and knelt in front of him. She watched wide-eyed as he chuckled madly and unzipped his pants. "Reach in there and take it!" he commanded.
She shook her head. "I ... I can't," she groaned.
He cuffed her with the palm of his hand and doubled his fist holding it in front of her eyes. "Take it or else!" he shouted.
Sobbing, the eleven-year-old girl reached into his pants and grasped his cock lightly. Corey moaned and jerked his legs as her tiny fingers made contact with his throbbing organ. "Come on," he whispered, hoarsely. "Pull it out! PULL IT OUT!"
Slowly Brandy withdrew the thick stump of a penis. It was so small, even engorged with blood and nearing the point of climax, that had she not been so frightened she would have giggled at the silly sight the pathetic little organ made. She held it with the tips of her fingers and tried not to look at it. It beat steadily in her grip, like the heart of a small animal but it was not pleasing to her touch like Lee's was, it was disgusting, like a slimy worm and it made her sick to her stomach to even look at it.
"AHHH, God!" groaned, Corey, jerking his hips wildly. "Come on, you little whore, stroke it! Stroke it HARD!" He smacked her head rough and the little girl began to run her hand up and down the length of the pulsating, thick stub, rolling her thumb over the head briskly, hoping that he might have his climax as soon as possible and then leave her alone.
Up and down she traced her delicate little fingers, pinching and pulling at his flesh as she had done with Lee, doing all the things to the fat man that she had done to Lee to bring him to his orgasm. She rolled her thumb over the fat bulb of his penis head, opening the small slit and digging her nail in there delicately then slicing her fingers on down to the base of his shaft where she gripped his cock tightly and waved it back and forth and twirled it round and round. Corey groaned as the little girl slid her fingers over his tight, heavy sac and rolled his aching nuts between her fingers. She pulled on the hot, taut flesh and yanked the bag back and forth until the sweat was running down his legs and back and he could almost no longer stand the pain and pleasure of her actions.
He felt the hot fires of all consuming lust licking at his nuts and the massive orgasm building steadily in his loins. He thrilled to the little girl's active fingers on his balls and cock and rocked back and forth on unsteady legs as she pumped wildly on his cock, urging him on and on.
"In your mouth," he moaned breathlessly. "Put it in your mouth, you little cunt!"
Brandy shook her head in shame but did as she was told. She tried to think of something else as she slowly pulled the fat, sausage prick to her lips and slid it over them, partway into her tiny mouth. The man shuddered violently as he felt her tender, soft petals curl around his throbbing pole. He grasped Brandy by the head and pulled her face closer to him, jamming the fat rod deep into her mouth. The little girl gagged and her jaws ached with pain as she fixed the hard prick down her silken passage.
"Suck on it, baby!" commanded Corey, wriggling his groin, screwing his pubic area into her face. "Suck on it GOOD!"
Brandy puffed on the fat, meaty cigar, nibbling at the base with her fine, perfect teeth, knowing what was going to happen and determined not to be frightened any longer. She rolled the fat cock up out of her throat and slid the tip of it to the edge of her lips where she nibbled around the rim with her teeth, slashing at the head with her fine, pointed little tongue. Spasms of hot agony roared through Corey's aching cock and balls as the little girl popped the rod out of her mouth and rolled her tongue down along his sac until his heavy bag hung over her mouth. She darted her little love-arrow up and out at the offensive bag, slithering the rosy dart all around the hot flesh until Corey could feel the slash of her attention to the very tips of his toes.
Brandy lifted her head slightly and opened her mouth over the taut bag, sliding it across her lips and locking down on it with her teeth. She sucked on the bag vigorously, lashing the prickly-haired sac with her tongue, rocking her precious head from side to side. Corey gasped as each lick, nibble and suck brought new joys racing through his nerve-endings. He moaned loudly as the little girl swiftly brought her mouth back up and over his cock and slid the fat rod effortlessly down her warm throat. She began pumping her head up and down rapidly, her slender fingers playing with his balls while her active mouth pumped his thick, aching cock in and out of her mouth. She slid her teeth along his cock and pressed firmly around it with her soft, girlish lips. She could feel the blood pounding in his balls and felt his hard, rock-like cock bouncing up and down in her mouth uncontrollably. She knew he was nearing his orgasm and she worked harder and faster to bring him off. Then shut her eyes tight and thought, the sooner the better, the sooner the better.
Corey could feel the powerful climax rapidly spreading through his loins, but he didn't want to get off just yet. Blow-jobs weren't really his cup of tea, even preteen blow-jobs. He pulled Brandy's head away from his groin, the stubby, fat prick popping out of her mouth with a loud, wet slurp and he threw her backwards.
"On your hands and knees and face away from me!" he ordered. The little girl began to get frightened again. She had thought her ordeal was almost over, but now she understood that he had other things in mind.
She turned over on her hands and knees as he had instructed and twisted her head around so that she could see him. He fished around in his pocket until he found a small little packet then he unbuckled his pants and dropped them. He ripped open the small packet and moved toward her.
"I like the backdoor, honey," he laughed, spreading some cold jelly over her little ass-hole and his prick.
"NO!" she gasped, trying to stand up.
"Stop it!" he cried, pounding her on the back with his fist. "Make another move and it ll be worse!" he warned her. She moaned frightenedly as he poked at her taut little anal opening with a stiff, gooey finger, spreading the virgin hole apart and slithering the offending digit inside of her. He rolled the fleshy finger around and around spreading the tiny passage as wide as it would go.
"You'd better relax, baby," he cautioned her. "Because this is what I like and I'm going to do it no matter how much it hurts you!"
Brandy tried to relax her anal muscles but she was unused to any penetration there, and when he suddenly jammed his fat cock into the tiny hole, she screamed in terror and pain as his hard male rod began to tear its way into her ass-hole.
"STOP! STOP! IT HURTS! IT HURTS TOO MUCH!" she cried as he slowly buried his thick, rock-hard shaft deep into her anal recesses. "NOOO, OHHH, GOD, NNNGGGHHH-NOOO!"
"Tough shit!" shouted Corey, enjoying the tight, gripping feeling that her tender, taut cheeks created around his blood-racing cock. Brandy groaned as the excruciating pain continued unabated as he slowly began to pump his thick, stubby dick in and out of her virgin ass-hole. His balls slapped against her pussy cruelly as he thrust in and out of her. The little girl was sobbing with the intense pain he was inflicting on her as he thudded harder and harder in and out of her.
Corey was moaning wildly, enjoying the rapture of the little girl's incredibly tight butt, locked tightly around his pounding prick. The fierce joy of orgasm was rolling through his balls climbing higher and higher in passionate delight as he neared blessed release.
Brandy had learned to relax her muscles enough to accommodate him and she saw how this could even be pleasurable with someone like Lee and she was now slamming her hips back to meet the middle-aged man's hard-driving prick, urging him on and on. Corey felt the fires of pleasure careening through his flesh as he pumped harder and harder on the little girl's delicious ass-hole, gripping her fleshy, well-turned cheeks with both hands throwing his head back and howling with delight.
"Yeah, baby, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! I'm gonna COME, I'M GONNA COME! HERE I COME!" he cried and he bucked forward wildly, slamming his cock deep into her bowels as he felt the thunderous pleasure of an ocean of hot, steaming come blast up from his balls and shoot out the end of his prick, drenching the in sides of the little girl's tender, aching anal canal, screaming, "AHHH, AGGHHH, AAAQIEEEeee!! "
Brandy felt the hot river searing her insides and she wriggled her ass-hole tightly against him, forcing the come out of him rapidly, anxious to get the whole disgusting thing over with. Corey pumped away at her for a few more seconds then he pushed her away from him roughly and fell back on his ass on the soil, heavily, groaning and breathing laboriously. "What a great butt-fuck!" he moaned, shaking his head happily. "You got the sweetest ass in the world, honey, just the greatest." He stood up slowly, reaching down to pull his pants and underwear up to his hips. "Thanks a lot, girlie," he told her grinning. He fastened his clothing and brushed himself off.
Sobbing quietly, Brandy began putting her jeans on. She gulped down her tears and said, "Will you take me where I want to go now?"
Corey laughed and lit a cigarette. He threw the match at her and shook his head. "What? And have you blab to your boyfriend or whoever it is you're looking for what I did to you?" He laughed cruelly. "Forget it, kid, this here's where you and me part company."
He started to walk away but Brandy grabbed his leg and held him fast. "Please, please don't leave me! I won't tell, I promise I won't!"
"No chance! Now let go of me! I said LET GO, YOU LITTLE CUNT!" screamed Corey and he kicked her in the chest viciously. She was thrown backward by the force of the blow, and she struck her head on the concrete wall behind her. She slumped into a sitting position, her head falling to her chest.
Corey looked down at her, beginning to sweat with fear. He nudged her with his foot and she fell over on her side. "Jesus, holy shit!" he muttered and quickly rushed to his car. He gunned the engine and pushed away from the rest area hurriedly, leaving the little girl lying in the dirt, half-naked behind the bathroom.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brandy did not know how long she had been unconscious, but it was still very dark out and the stars were still high in the heavens above her so she figured it could not have been for a very long time. She rubbed the back of her head and winced as a sharp bolt of stinging pain shot through her skull. She looked down at her hand and grimaced at the sticky blood on her palm, quickly wiping it off on the grass in front of her.
She reached over and pulled her sweater over her head. It was cold and windy and she felt fearful of what she could do next. She stood, groaning heavily as the various parts of her body that Corey had so injured and misused reacted to her movement. She half-walked, half-stumbled to the front of the bathroom complex and lurched over to the drinking fountain, taking long gulps of water to sooth her aching throat. Her anal canal hurt from his insensitive fucking and her cheeks were bruised and tender from his blows. She splashed water on her face and blinked her eyes a couple of times, stretching her arms out wide in an attempt to clear her head.
There was only one thing left to do, she realized. She would have to hitch-hike. She couldn't just sit here and wait for somebody to come along. She would just have to hit the highway and hope that somebody stopped before a trooper happened along. She'd had enough bad luck so far, maybe it was time for it to turn her way.
She made her way out to the highway and stood a few hundred feet from the exit of the rest area. There were very few cars on the road now and the few trucks that zoomed by her did not even slow down for a good look at the tiny figure poised a couple of feet from the edge of the shoulder, her little fist curled in the air, small delicate thumb jutting out in the direction ahead.
She stood there for quite a long time, the few cars that did come past her, careening by without pausing, and once it was only by luck that she happened to notice the bubble on the roof of a patrol car and quickly jumped in a ditch before it could reach her as she lay breathlessly listening until she was sure it was far enough down the road not to see her get out of the ditch.
The night was growing colder by the minute and she was beginning to shiver uncontrollably. She wondered how much longer she would be able to take it. She had very little clothing on, and her body ached from Corey's cruel, horrible rape. She was beginning to give up hope for any ride when a new, expensive station wagon shot past her, slammed on its brakes and slowly reversed itself toward her. She ran to the vehicle and jumped inside the open back door.
A man about Corey's age was behind the wheel, a woman a few years younger sat next to him on the seat. "Gee, thanks," Brandy said, settling in the back. "I didn't think I was ever going to get a ride."
The man pulled the car back out on the highway and began picking up speed. The woman seated next to him turned around and smiled at Brandy. She had a pleasant face, older but attractive. "What are you doing on this lonely highway so late at night, dear?" she asked.
Brandy told them about Lee's leaving her, and then she went into catching the ride with Corey, but she changed the story about why she happened to be at the rest area. "I made him let me out because he began to get grabby," she lied to them. "He smacked me once before he left, and so here I am." She lied to them because she was afraid if she told them the truth they would want to hunt Corey down, and she had no time for that. What had happened had happened, nothing could change it and all she wanted to do now was get back to the loving, safe arms of her Lee.
"Do you think you could catch him?" she asked hopefully.
"I don't see why not," the man answered. "He can't be too far ahead."
"Oh, I'd really, really appreciate it, Mister, I really would."
"The name's Floyd," the man said. "Floyd Fondalock, and this is my wife, Emma," he went on, pointing to the woman with his thumb.
"And what is your name, child?" the woman asked, sweetly.
"Brandy, ah, Brandy Jones," the little girl replied.
"Where were you and your father going, Brandy?" Mrs. Fondalock asked her. "Disney world."
"Well, we're not headed quite that far, but we'll help you find him, don't you worry," chuckled Mr. Fondalock. "We always like to help little girls in trouble, don't we, Emma?"
"Of course, dear, naturally."
"Gee, I hope we catch him," Brandy said, yawning and stretching her arms.
"Don't worry. We will dear, we will," Mrs. Fondalock assured her. "Would you like some hot cocoa, dear? I bought some just awhile ago and I'm sure it's still nice and warm."
"Sure, that would be great."
"Fine," Mrs. Fondalock said, smiling. She turned her back and reached down onto the floor of the station wagon. She hid her hands from Brandy's eyes and reached into her purse, removing a small envelope. She poured the contents of the envelope into a cup of steaming cocoa and handed the mixture back to Brandy. She watched with attentive eyes as the little girl drank the contents of the cup down in a matter of minutes.
The cocoa tasted good and the warmth it contained burned pleasantly all the way down to her belly. She was feeling good for the first time in hours and was sure that she'd catch up to Lee in no time, now. She leaned back against the seat and yawned she was suddenly feeling very tired.
"Sleepy dear?" Mrs. Fondalock asked.
"Just a little."
"You should rest, you look so tired."
"No, I have to keep my eye out for Lee ... I mean, my father's van."
They rode for a few miles longer and it became increasingly harder and harder for Brandy to keep her eyes open. It was as if all the events of the evening had suddenly dropped their full weight down upon her and the sheer load was forcing her eyelids shut.
Ahead of them they could see flashing lights and many cars parked along the side of the highway. As they neared they could see a trooper waving cars off to one side to get by an obvious accident. Mr. Fondalock slowed as he neared the scene, taking his time getting around a parked truck that lay across the road, its hoist slowly lifting a wrecked auto up off its roof.
"Very bad, officer?" Mr. Fondalock asked the trooper as they passed by.
"Bad enough, Sir. Man's dead-must have been doing ninety."
Mr. Fondalock sighed and nodded his head sadly. As they swung around, Brandy could clearly see the make and model of the wrecked auto. It was Corey's. She chuckled silently and nodded her head. She knew she should feel shocked or at least ashamed of her reaction but she felt neither, just a full sense of satisfaction. She had already planned on telling Lee what had happened and now she wouldn't have to worry about keeping him from going crazy and looking for the man which she knew he would want to do. Lee would have wanted to kill him and now, happily, the bastard had taken care of that for them.
Brandy lay her head back against the seat and her eyes began to close uncontrollably. She fought to keep them open but it was a losing battle. Finally she gave in and promised herself she would only sleep just a moment. Just a few minutes, she thought, and in a couple of seconds she was deeply asleep, a pleased, secure smile on her pretty young lips, her breathing quiet and calm as Mrs. Fondalock looked at her then turned to her husband and whispered, satisfied, "It's worked."
"Good," her husband nodded. "Check her pants and see if she has any identification."
The woman turned Brandy's body and searched in her back pockets until she came up with the girl's wallet. She glanced through it and found
Brandy's id. "I was right!" she said in triumph. 'She was lying to us about her name."
"And everything else, my dear."
"Then the cocoa was a good idea."
"As always, my dear, your hunches prove to be correct."
"How long will she stay out?"
"Not too long, twenty minutes or so. It's really only meant to be a softening up for the real thing. We'd better get organized in a hurry."
The woman gazed at Brandy's sweet little face and sighed. "I think she's going to be a wonderful addition, don't you?"
"Without a doubt."
"I hope she isn't any trouble."
"Now, now, my dear, don't fret. You know they are never any problem once they've had the potion. They're always gentle as lambs after that."
"Yes, I know, but I worry so."
Floyd Fondalock reached out and patted his wife's hand. He smiled warmly at her and nodded, well aware of his wife's little fears. "Just start looking for a motel," he told her. "Everything is going to work out fine. Why, this is our lucky night!"
"Yes it is," his wife said, agreeing with him. "It truly, truly is." Then she turned her eyes back to the highway, gazing intently down the road for any signs of lodging.
CHAPTER NINE
For the second time in less than an hour Brandy found herself climbing up from the depths of a deep, black pool of darkness to find herself in a place she was not familiar with. She blinked her eyes and gazed around the room. It was obviously a motel, by the cheap, tacky furniture and horrible choice of paint on the walls. She was lying on a big, soft double bed, staring across the room at the Fondalocks, seated at a big, round table, looking back at her with small, tight smiles on their faces.
Brandy sat up on the bed and rubbed her eyes again, shook her head and tried to understand why they weren't on the road searching for Lee.
"What are we doing here?" she asked. "We have to find ... to find..."
Mr. Fondalock held up his hand. "Hush, child, you were very tired, we thought it best to let you rest."
"But ... "
"Now don't worry, Brandy, well find your father," Mrs. Fondalock smiled, then waved Brandy toward her. "Come over here and have some of this wonderful wine we have been drinking, it will make you feel much better. Your poor head must be as cloudy as a rainstorm."
"My mouth is kind of dry," Brandy admitted, getting off of the bed and walking over to the table. She sat down and accepted a glass of blood-red liquid. She put it to her lips and took a sip. "Wow, that's nice!" she exclaimed. "I never had wine that tasted like that. It's not sour or anything."
"Yes, Mr. Fondalock makes it himself from a special recipe he created himself. It's very sweet and light, don't you think?"
"I don't know, but I sure do like it!" the child replied, finishing off the glass. "May I have another?"
Mr. Fondalock laughed. "Certainly my child, but you should not drink too much, you know."
"Just one more glass."
The two older people watched delighted as the little eleven-year-old girl quickly finished the second glass. Brandy could not get over the powerful urge she had for the potent drink. It seemed to draw itself to her lips without her even thinking about it. She began to feel light and airy, though not dizzy in the least. Her whole body seemed to be beginning to float in a manner of speaking and the sensation was not at all unpleasing. She was beginning to forget about Lee, or at least, she was not nearly so anxious to get going.
"Why don't you take a shower, my dear?" Mrs. Fondalock said to her, her voice sounding as if it came from far away.
"Yes," agreed her husband, "You do look as if you might wish to scrub some of the dirt from your journey."
The idea of a shower, of the nice warm water splashing down her body appealed to Brandy very much. "All right," she heard herself say, "I will. Back in a moment."
"There is a dressing gown hanging in the bathroom for you, dear. As you can see, we already have ours on," Mrs. Fondalock said, and for the first time Brandy realized that they were wearing identical, long shifts with bright colored patterns of green and blue, a blazing sun emblem stitched over the right breast of each of their garments. It was a very strange form of dress but Brandy didn't think about it. Feeling as if she were walking on air she moved gracefully into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Mrs. Fondalock turned to her husband and said, excitedly, "Oh, dear, I think the potion is working!"
"Didn't I tell you not to worry? Just wait until she has had her shower, she will completely be under its power by then."
"I think you were right, my dear, I do believe she's going to work out just wonderfully, I really do."
"I know she is."
"Oh, I'm so excited, I can hardly wait."
Mr. Fondalock grinned and poured his wife half a glass of the scarlet liquid. "A little more wine, my dear?" he said lightly.
"I'd be delighted to," his wife giggled, happily.
Brandy shed her clothing as if in a dream. Her jeans and sweater seemed to peel off her body with almost no conscious effort on her part at all. Everything was fuzzy around the edges like a photograph just a little out of focus. Her sense of touch when she put her fingers to the taps in the shower seemed sharper than normal and when she turned to the mirror and caught a glimpse of her small, pert breasts they looked very beautiful. She stood staring at them for a moment, delighting in their perfect symmetry, the fullness of them, though they were still quite small, they were truly pleasing to her eyes. She cupped them with her slender fingers and lifted them up, enjoying the passionate sensation of touching herself, the marvelous tingle that ran through her flesh when she squeezed them tightly. She smiled to herself and adjusted the water then stepped beneath the strong spray.
The hot, steaming water beat down on her breasts sending sharp, pleasant stinging darts through her precious boobs. The tingling sensation spread through her body as the water splashed on her belly and tickled her crotch, danced on her thighs and rode delightfully down her well formed legs. She turned slowly around under the rush of water, letting the harsh torrent dash against her back and slap playfully at the sweet, rounded cheeks of her ass. She rubbed the little half-moons vigorously and spread her legs wide. The hard, soothing rush of warm liquid seemed to melt the aching bruised memory of Corey's violation of her body away from her. It was truly a cleansing process as she turned around once more and allowed the hot spray to roll over her breasts once again. She found her hands traveling lightly over her tits, her thumb rubbing gently at her nipple until it grew firm and erect. She sighed happily and closed her eyes, sliding her hand down to her tender, loving cunt. Slowly she rolled her fingers around the edges of her pussy lips, dashing one digit in and out of her pussy, sliding the finger deep inside of herself. She shuddered violently and felt the warm fires of an orgasm building in her loins.
The wild sensations swimming in her pussy drove tiny darts of pleasure down to the tips of her perfect toes. She cupped her hand over her pubic mound and tickled her budding little clitoris with her thumb, rolling the little button back and forth until it was as hard as a tiny pebble and the sticky, warm cunt-juice was beginning to flow from her, trickling down her thighs to mix with the tingling, dashing water that beat steadily against her flesh.
She took the bar of soap that lay in the dish along the wall and leisurely lathered her body, running the slippery bar over her tits, down across her belly and between her luscious legs. She rubbed the bar into her skin briskly, covering all of her with a sweet-scented lather then slowly turned round and round, allowing the continuous waterfall to melt the suds away leaving her feeling refreshed and aroused. Her whole body seemed poised on the tip of excitement. Every nerve ending was throbbing with desire. She could not seem to touch a single area of her flesh that would not send darts and waves of pleasure racing through her skin. She was highly aroused and it was much more intense than she had ever experienced before. She was dying for sex, so turned on that she wasn't even thinking about why, just where, when, and how!
She stepped out of the shower and quickly dried herself off, the constant, fluffy rubbing of the towel against her flesh exciting her even more. Her whole body felt on fire with wanting and she almost reached an orgasm merely pulling the bulky towel between her legs. She drew the heavy robe over her shoulders and stepped out of the bathroom feeling very alert, yet still high up on that fuzzy cloud, in fact, if anything, even higher.
Mrs. Fondalock was the only one in the room. "Where's Mr. Fondalock?" Brandy asked, sitting down on the bed.
"He went out for a while, dear," the woman answered sweetly. "He often goes for a long walk late at night. He says it's good for him." She got up and moved over to the bed, sitting down next to Brandy.
"You look so tired, dear," she said, putting her hands on the child's shoulders. "Perhaps a nice back rub would help, humm?"
She began kneading the flesh at the base of the little girl's neck and Brandy sighed, dropping her head to her chest and relaxing her muscles. "Ummm, that feels good," she whispered.
"I'm glad you like it, dear, I love to give body rubs." The woman increased her efforts, digging into the soft skin behind Brandy's neck, massaging the flesh vigorously. Her strong, insistent fingers took all the tiny kinks out of Brandy's muscles and sent warm, passion-filled arrows of lust darting down her spine where they lay tingling wildly at her buttocks.
Brandy rolled her head round and around, moaning softly as the woman worked her dancing hands down the little girl's back. She pulled and kneaded the flesh at exactly the right spots to turn the little girl on even more. Brandy could feel her loins burning and her pussy getting damper and damper. She gripped her own thighs tightly and opened and closed her legs over and over.
"Lay down on the bed, my dear," the woman told her. "It will be much better that way." Brandy did as she asked and felt a thrill of passion race through her as Mrs. Fondalock slid her hands up under the hem of the robe, over her delicious cheeks and on up her back,.
Slowly,-sensuously she worked her way down the child's back, each finger firmly in place, kneading and pulling the tender, soft flesh until Brandy was moaning in pleasure. She squeezed the fleshy, luscious buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart and running a single finger up and down the crevice, tickling the tiny dot of her anal canal, no longer aching with pain but seething now with passion. She turned the little girl over on her back and slid her hands up to the child's shoulders once again. With deliberate ease she pinched and squeezed the tops of Brandy's breasts, letting her long, narrow fingers trickle over the delicate mounds and tap gently at her heaving, budding nipples. She cupped each tit with her palms and squeezed the boobs lovingly. Mrs Fondalock's eyes were shut tight and she was breathing rapidly as her thumb scraped Brandy's nipple and the little pebble jumped up firm and erect, aching for more attention. She rolled each nipple round and round with her thumbs and pinched them gently between her forefingers. Brandy groaned in pleasure as the woman continued her pleasant attack on her soft, pliant body. Mrs. Fondalock's strong, urgent fingers sent singing fires of lust through the little eleven-year-old girl's flesh and Brandy squirmed beneath her constant massaging, feeling her loins burning with pent-up desire.
"OHHH, GOOD, GOOD," she moaned. "MORE, do it some MORE!"
"I will, child," the woman whispered breathlessly. "I WILL!" Her dancing fingers slid down over Brandy's precious belly and tickled the little girl's crotch. She rolled the digits over her pubic mound and flicked her finger at the small button of love, bringing it to life, hot and vibrant under her darting touch. Brandy rocked back and forth, groaning passionately while the woman ran her fingers round her pussy, sliding them lightly over the girl's twitching pussy-lips, making them flutter wildly under her touch. She pressed a single finger against Brandy's small, taut opening and the little girl moaned loudly and opened her legs wide to allow the digit more access to her delightful cunt. Mrs. Fondalock slid her long, lean digit deep into Brandy's womb and the child gasped with pleasure as the invading finger tickled her insides.
"YES," she groaned. "YESSSS, YESSS, OH YESSS!"
Mrs. Fondalock pumped the finger in and out of the child's damp pussy, bringing the moist, sticky juice to the opening of her cunt, lapping it on her hand while she bent her head down and fixed her mouth on one of Brandy's jiggling little tits. The little girl grunted in surprise and pleasure as the woman sucked her precious little mound into her mouth and began flicking her tongue at the stiff, rosy little nipple.
She turned her finger round in Brandy's palpitating little pussy, squeezing the flesh tightly, sliding it in and out of the girl's wet, tender little cunt, her mouth sucking on the child's tit wildly, digging her teeth into the fleshy little mound and the hard, erect nipple between them. Brandy pumped her hips back and forth against the woman's driving finger and she ran her hands over the woman's bobbing head, pulling her hair passionately and moaning in a steady stream of glorious delight as the woman attacked her flesh with wanting lust.
Ever so slowly she drew her sucking, kissing mouth down the child's body. She rolled her tongue around Brandy's tiny navel, flicking it in and out of the cute little valley while Brandy's tummy jiggled pleasantly. She continued her journey toward the base of all desire with deliberate control, taking her time, driving the little girl more insane with lust every moment. Brandy was gasping uncontrollably now, tossing her body from side to side as the racing fires of wanting burned their way through her body and slashed at every nerve, making her moan with the almost intolerable pleasure of the woman's actions.
Down, down, down went the seeking mouth, nibbling her way through the sparse forest of pubic hair until she had her lips poised at the edge of the little girl's aching clit. She flicked her tongue out tentatively, lathering the tiny button. Brandy almost screamed with delight as the lashing arrow created sudden darts of pure pleasure that surged in her loins and ripped through her aching pussy.
"OHHH, GOD!" she groaned loudly. "OH! OH! OH!" She pressed the woman's head tight to her cunt and rolled it back and forth as Mrs. Fondalock began to roll the small, hard knob of her clitoris around in her teeth, sucking on it passionately. "OH, YEAH!" cried Brandy. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!"
The older woman slithered her lips down over the child's throbbing pussy and began darting her tongue in and out of the delicious love-pit that awaited her. She licked the inner walls of the warm, wet cave, sucking the pussy lips greedily into her mouth. Her hands went round Brandy's sweet little ass and she hugged the taut, fleshy cheeks tightly, digging her fingers into the round half-moons and drawing the little girl's twitching body tightly to her face.
Her mouth worked furiously on the sweet tasting little pussy, sucking at it hungrily as if it were the very good of life, eating wildly, her long, pink tongue darting in and out of the hot, palpitating hole faster and faster until her dart of love ached with her efforts.
Brandy's flesh felt as if it were on fire. Every part of her sung with incredible desire. The sensations the woman was creating in her loins were maddening in their passionate power. She felt the raging orgasm building rapidly in her fiery cunt, tearing her flesh asunder with intense pleasure. She rocked her hips powerfully and thrust the woman's face harder against her. "OHHH, I want to come!" she cried "I WANT TO COMEEEE!" She tightened her body down, urged the insanely beautiful orgasm on, pushed at it as if it were a huge boulder of love. She groaned and thrashed about uncontrollably as she felt the burning fires of lust speed through her skin, her cunt throbbing almost painfully as she got closer and closer to the explosive release she was seeking.
Mrs. Fondalock sucked madly at Brandy's cunt now, her face wet with the little girl's sticky juice, her tongue driving in and out of her like an arrow of intense passion. She nibbled at the palpitating pussy lips, sucked them into her mouth and blew them out again, huffing deeply and throwing her mouth down on the burning flesh that seemed to be dying in its all-consuming pleasure.
Harder and harder she ate at the child, driving Brandy to the point of almost deliriousness, forcing her to experience deep, unending pleasure, wave upon wave of aching, total lust tore through Brandy's body until she was completely consumed by her passion and had lost all track of time and place and was only a tool of delight and passion for her own body.
Nearer and nearer Brandy came to the point of orgasm. Her flesh coiled up and poised itself for the all encompassing, exploding moment of pure pleasure. She could feel her skin burning with lust, waiting impatiently for the moment of release. "AH, AH, AH!" she gasped, feeling as if she were racing at an incredible speed. Suddenly everything seemed to burst apart as the massive tremors shook her flesh and the aching desire overflowed her throbbing insides.
"OHHHH, AHHH, AHEEEEE!" she cried wildly, tossing about on the mattress, slamming Mrs. Fondalock's head back and forth between her legs. "I'M COMING, COME ... COME ... COMINGGGG!" She tossed her hips in the air and an ocean of hot come spilled from her cunt over the woman's hungry lips as the intense, overpowering climax raced from her body. She bucked wildly, orgasm after orgasm ripping through her until it seemed she could not stand another, until finally she was completely spent, every ounce of energy drained from her body and she fell back on the bed sobbing for breath while the older woman slid to the floor, exhausted from her lovemaking.
Mr. Fondalock sighed to himself, happily. He had been watching all that was taking place from outside, peering in through the window whose curtains, his wife, thoughtfully had left slightly parted. It was one of his passions to watch his wife initiate a young girl after she had been given the potion. He would stand and stare, feeling the hot blood rising in his loins as the young girl grew closer and closer to her destiny. He had, of course, carefully chosen the room they were staying in, explaining to the attendant at the desk that they needed privacy away from the noise of the highway. They were rarely given any trouble about gaining such a room, usually only being denied because one was not available. The Fondalocks looked so average, so much like a typical middle-aged couple that they were hardly noticed by anyone even when they had a small child in tow.
They were so commonplace that they were the kind of people who fitted right in, and they liked it that way. Now, with Brandy lying on the bed, his wife curled up on the rug, Mr. Fondalock knew it was the moment he had been waiting for. He threw open the door and confronted the scene.
T see what's been going on!" he shouted.
Brandy looked up at the man walking determinedly over to where she was lying. She couldn't tell if he was angry or not and what's more, she realized with surprise that she couldn't care less. She was still floating on that cloud and even her intense orgasmic moments a few minutes before couldn't bring her down.
"I saw everything that happened, I always see everything that happens, don't I Emma?" Mr. Fondalock said to his wife. She was lying on the floor, still curled up and shaking from her strenuous actions.
"Yes, dear, you always do," she affirmed.
"Would you say that this little lady has been a bad girl, then?"
"Oh yes, dear, a very bad girl."
"Have you been a bad girl, young lady?"
Brandy looked up into the eyes of the man standing over her. She giggled, realizing it was a game, and nodded. "Uh-huh," she agreed. "I've been very, very bad."
"And what happens to little girls that are bad."
"Ah ... they get a spanking," Brandy giggled again, her hand cupping her chin as if she were trying very hard to think.
"That's right!" The older man said. He sat down on the bed and lifted Brandy up. He placed her across his lap and flipped the flowing cloth of her robe up to her wait. "Yes, I think you could do with a spanking," he said, nodding and smoothing his hand across her soft, lily-white cheeks. The taut, fleshy globes felt glorious to-his touch and he lovingly cupped each globe with his palms, squeezing the tender flesh gently, scraping his fingers across the skin, swirling them around until Brandy groaned in pleasure. He lifted his hand high up in the air and said, "All right, Brandy, here comes your spanking for being such a naughty, naughty girl!"
He brought his hand down with a loud SWACK! that sent a dart of stinging pain-pleasure through the little girl's butt. It didn't actually hurt so much as sharply sting in a pleasing sort of way. Once again the hand went up and slammed down, inflicting a blow that was just this side of actual pain.
"Oooo," groaned Brandy. "That feels NICE! Do it AGAIN, I've been a bad, bad little girl, DO IT AGAIN!"
Up and down, over and over went Mr. Fondalock's hand. Each resounding slap senting a jarring, stinging bolt through the palm of his hand and on up through his arm. The harsh, painful contact he made with the child's delicious flesh made his balls swell with delight and his cock ache with enjoyment. Brandy was giggling with pleasure and wiggling her cunt around on his lap, rubbing his cock back and forth beneath his pants. He smoothed his hand around and around the tender, pert little ass and pinched a single cheek with his thumb and forefinger. He lifted his hand and began spanking her again. His blows calculated and swift, stinging the little girl pleasantly, arousing her as she felt his hard cock throbbing through his clothes against her naked pussy. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP, went his hand and each time she yelped in pleasure, it felt so good. She had never been spanked like this before! She felt her little ass tingling with stinging pleasure and her cunt getting hot and gushy all over again. She moaned and rocked her body from side to side on his lap. She felt his knee digging into her crotch and she pressed against it with her hips. "OOOO, it's fun to be a bad little girl!" she moaned, "AH, HIT MEEEE!! "
He spanked her harder and harder, her little ass was turning beet-red under his blows, but as he suspected, Brandy was far from minding his increase of passion but simply enjoying it all the more. He could feel her little pussy twirling round and round on his knee and he heard her grunts of passion each time he struck her. His leg was getting damp from her cunt juice and his arm began to ache with the work-out it was getting. He ignored his pain and continued his spanking. Brandy began to squirm more and more on his leg and he could feel her building up to another orgasm.
"Spank me! Spank me, SPANK ME, SPANK ME!" she gasped thrusting her tiny, perfect ass high into the air to accept his blows. He brought his hand down again and again, his palm stinging deliciously as he struck the pert, luscious ass that wiggled below him.
"Yes! YES! OOOO, YESSSS!" the little girl cried as his heavy falling hand slapped her taut little cheeks over and over, the stinging blows jarring her nerve-endings and sending thousands of arrows of pleasure shooting from the tip of her ass to the middle of her cunt. The orgasm was racing through her now, leaping to the peak of her shivering pussy, finally she groaned loudly and shuddered violently and Mr. Fondalock could feel the wet, steaming come pour out of her cunt, soaking his happy knee. He brought his hand down for one final slap then left it there, making a slow, hazy circle over her red, burning cheeks, smoothing the last traces of pain from the sweet little buns away. He bent his head and kissed each cheek passionately, enjoying the heady aroma rising from her cunt, and the warm, soft flesh that met his lips.
"Thank you, Mr. Fondalock, for spanking me," Brandy giggled. "I really deserved it!"
"Yes you did, my dear," he replied, setting her on her feet on the rug. "But, don't you think I deserve something for being so good to you."
"Yes, you sure do, what you like?" the child asked, rubbing her tender cheeks with both hands, standing on one foot, the other cocked invitingly around her ankle.
"I'll leave that up to you, my dear."
Brandy gazed down at his crotch, the big bulge his prick made in his pants giving her an idea. "I know just the thing!" she said. She lowered herself to her knees and unzipped his fly, reached into his pants and brought out his stiff, long prick. Slowly she rolled her delicate fingers back and forth along the length of the massive stem until she could feel the hot blood racing through it.
"Yes, yes, my child," groaned Mr. Fondalock. "That will do, that will do very nicely!"
Brandy squeezed Mr. Fondalocks cock tightly and rubbed the swollen head with her thumb making the man gasp with pleasure and throw his head back, his eyes shut tightly as she pumped on his throbbing prick with her firmly curled fingers. She lowered her head and slithered out one long swipe of her pointed tongue, rolling the tip of it around his taut sac, slashing it back and forth across his balls. He groaned in delight as the little girl covered the bag with her mouth and slowly sucked the whole sac between her teeth, lathering the entire surface with her tiny dart of passion.
She rolled his cock between the palms of her sweet little hands and pumped up and down on the shaft wildly. The man was moaning wildly now, his aching balls undergoing the most exquisite agony he had known in a long time. The sweat ran from his armpits and forehead and he quivered involuntarily with each delicious suck the little girl took from his balls. Brandy was rolling his nuts around in her mouth, popping them from side to side with her tongue while she nibbled passionately on his flesh, taking tiny bites of pleasure as she continued to pump his prick vigorously.
"Oh, lick my cock, now, my child!" groaned Mr.
Fondalock, "LICK IT NOW! AH, LIKE THAT, AGGGHHH!! "
The little girl spat the balls from her mouth and kissed the base of his shaft. Her soft, pliant lips slowly rode up onto his blood-beating rod and she snaked her tongue out, swiping the throbbing shaft with the bare tip of the rosy arrows. She drew her lips along the length of it, taking her time and kissing it every step of the way. She used her teeth again, to nibble at the massive shaft, and Mr. Fondalock yelped with delight each time she took another bite of his burning flesh.
Slowly she worked her way to the head of his quaking cock. She pursed her lips and planted a kiss on the trembling tip, licking out with her tongue and swabbing the entire surface of the engorged head, jamming the pointed dart into the huge slit. Mr. Fondalock groaned in pleasure and put his hands on the little girl's head. "SUCK IT, BRANDY! SUCK IT, CHILD, TAKE IT IN YOUR BEAUTIFUL MOUTH!"
Brandy grinned and opened her jaws as wide as they would go. She let the swollen tip of his prick slip over the soft, pliant petals that were her lips and she closed them around the tip, pumping it ever so lightly in and out of her mouth. Mr. Fondalock was like a man gone insane as she sucked on his hard, aching prick-head. He gasped and groaned and tossed his hips wildly beneath the little girl's greedy mouth. His breath was coming in short, heavy bursts and his legs were twitching uncontrollably. Brandy drew a little more of his prick into her mouth, tightening her teeth around the skin, scraping them up and down the shaft until he screamed quietly under the intense pleasure of it all.
"You suck so good, child! SOOO GOOOD!" he gasped.
Brandy chuckled under her breath and then suddenly ran the throbbing organ way down her silken throat and left it there for a moment, nibbling with her teeth at the base of his long shaft. Fondalock almost leaped off the bed when she rammed his prick into the tight constricting sheath of her throat and as he felt her tiny muscles squeezing and unsqueezing around his stiff pole he cried out in joy. "GOD, YES! OH, YES, YEAH, YEAH, OH, OH, YEAH!" he groaned, shaking violently and gripping the little girl's head tightly between his hands.
She began to slide the fat, long pole in and out of her mouth, scraping her teeth along the flesh as it rode over her lips and back down the taut, slim passage that was her tender throat. Harder and harder and harder she pumped the huge rod, sucking greedily at it like a child with a fat popsicle. Her mouth worked hungrily at the stiff shaft, her lips sucked and curled around the thrusting pole while her tongue lashed the burning flesh violently.
Mr. Fondalock felt the huge, body-shaking orgasm suddenly rip through his loins uncontrollably and race for its release toward the head of his prick. "HERE I COME, CHILD!" he cried, his body trembling madly, his cock thrusting in and out of the little girl's throat passionately. "I'M COMING, CUMMING IN YOUR WONDERFUL MOUTH!" he screamed and Brandy felt a massive river of hot, steaming come burst from the head of his cock and she gulped frantically to swallow it all down her silken throat while he slammed his prick in and out of her mouth roughly. "A-A-A-A-a-a-a-i-i-i-I-I-I-EEE!! ! "
He cried out his cum and fell back on the bed while the girl kept pumping on his prick, sucking the last traces of come from his loins greedily, squeezing the shaft tightly to force every last drop from him. Mr. Fondalock was groaning and tossing his head from side to side as Brandy continued to work at his aching prick until she had licked the final drop of come from his tired, spent prick and swallowed it happily.
"I hope that did the job," she said, smiling over the man's still erect dick.
"Perfect, my dear, PERFECT!" he gasped. "You were truly magnificent! I am very pleased!"
"I'm so happy that you are!"
Mr. Fondalock looked over to the other bed where his wife was now lying, her hands busy with her own trembling pussy. "Oh, but look at Mrs.
Fondalock, my child, she seems to be doing everything for herself."
Brandy stood up and grinned. "I'll be happy to help her!" she said, leaving over and pushing the woman's hands away. She spread Mrs. Fondalock's legs wide and then lowered her sweet little head and buried her face in the woman's hot, steaming crotch.
CHAPTER TEN
The next day went by so fast that Brandy could barely remember any of it. In fact it was getting so that she never had any idea what was going on since she had joined the Fondalocks.
They went to bed after the heated lovemaking session. Mr. and Mrs. Fondalock slept in one bed while she in the other and they didn't awaken until well after nine in the morning. They paid their bill and then drove down the road a little ways for some breakfast. But before they had done all that they had made sure that Brandy drank another glass of the wine. Mr. Fondalock had assured her that it was the best thing to pick you up in the morning. Brandy had remembered the night before with a hazy kind of recollection and in a way she was horrified that she'd done such things with these people, people she didn't even know! But once she had had her glass of wine, that fuzzy, pleasant cloud came back over her and she ceased to care about the evening before. She felt that familiar, odd, faraway feeling and her will power seemed drained from her once again.
The morning meal was delicious, and Brandy ate her fill of eggs and bacon while the Fondalock's kept their dining to a minimum. When Brandy went to the bathroom, Mrs. Fondalock poured a bit of the potion into her juice and urged the girl to drink it all down before they left the restaurant. She continued slipping the potent drug to the little girl all day long and so powerful was it that Brandy never realized what they were doing to her.
They kept up a bright, cheerful chatter all the day long, keeping the little girl's mind off of Lee and generally getting Brandy to the point of where she was so high on the drug that she had completely forgotten what she was supposed to be doing. Somehow everything slipped her mind and she just went along with the two people, leaving herself in their hands. She didn't care about anything at all and was content to watch the scenery glide by as the hours of the day ticked on.
About mid-afternoon they stopped in a rest area and Mr. Fondalock had the car checked and the gas tank filled. He chatted for a while with the attendant then, his car having been taken care of, he rolled back on to the highway and in a few minutes they turned off at the next exit.
They remained on the major routes for a few hours then began turning off on to more and more remote stretches of road, getting farther and farther into the dense, unpopulated rural areas until at last they were riding down a lonely, unused road that seemed to be more like a cow-path. The night was coming on and Brandy was confused and somewhere inside of her, a little scared.
They came to a large white farmhouse, dotted by a small string of cabins that lay behind it. The Fondalock's pulled into the place and parked the car and a big man with a sour look on his face came out to greet them.
"You took long enough to get back," the man growled as they got out of the car.
"Easy, Leon, easy, look what we found on the road," Mr. Fondalock said, patting the man on the shoulder. "She'll be a pleasant addition, don't you agree?"
"She ain't much," the man snorted. "She won't bring you anything."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, the younger the better I always say. Men would give their right arm for a child such as this."
"YOU say."
"Yes, I do, now when will Mr. Howard be coming out again?"
"Couple of days. He called, he's anxious to do business again. Got a heavy demand this month."
Mr. Fondalock sighed. "Yes, it seems that every time I want to relax I have to work all the harder. Well probably have to move again. Charlie, the attendant at the last service stop, is probing me more and more these days, I suspect we will have to push on after this supply is exhausted. Well, no matter. Come along Brandy, I'll show you to your new home."
The little girl stumbled after Mr. Fondalock. She had understood nothing of his conversation, she was only confused as to what she was doing here. He lead her to one of the cabins and showed her to the inside once he had unlocked the door. There were two other girls inside the small home, they were almost as young as she and both of them had vacant, far away looks in their eyes. They didn't react when Mr. Fondalock opened the door, they merely looked up and stared at him, remaining seated on their beds.
"Now?" one of them whispered hopefully.
He shook his head. "Perhaps later. I want to introduce you to Brandy, girls. This is Jeannie," he said pointing to a short, well-built, dark-haired girl. "And Joanie," he added, sweeping his hand over to indicate a thin, blonde-haired girl who very much resembled Jeannie.
"Well, be comfortable, girls. Leon will bring you your meals in a little while," Mr. Fondalock told them happily, then he shut the door and locked them in.
Brandy looked back and forth to the two girls and then went over to one of the beds and sat down, lapsing into the same, dull stupor they were in, sitting stock still, thinking of nothing.
Mr. Fondalock walked up to his house, humming a tune to himself, very happy at his good fortune. His wife met him at the door. "How is Brandy getting along?" she asked worriedly.
"Fine, just fine. Just make sure she gets a good, strong dose tonight at dinner, just to be on the safe side."
"I will. She's such a wonderful little girl."
"Yes, she is. I had no idea she would work out so well."
"It's a pity we have to lose her."
Mr. Fondalock nodded and sighed. "I know, my dear, I am aware of how attached you get to the girls, but you must remember, we are in business. If we kept all the little pets we would never be able to afford new ones."
"Yes, you're right, as always," his wife agreed sadly, then she smiled. "But at least she will be with us for a little while, won't she?"
Mr. Fondalock grinned. "Of course, my dear, of course. And while she's here, you can have all the fun with her you want."
"You're so good to me!" she cried and threw her arms around him, kissing him passionately on the lips.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Brandy was terrified. Never in her life was she so afraid. She had been in this strange place for over twenty-four hours now, and still she did not know exactly where, or why, she was here. For the rest of the evening the night before she had remained in the heavily drugged state in which she had arrived. She hadn't seen Mr. Fondalock since that evening nor his wife, either. The only other human being, besides the two girls sharing the small hut with her that she had laid eyes on was a huge, brutish-looking man named Leon who brought them their meals. He never said a word to them, simply brought them their food and drink and left, returning only at the next meal time to deliver another plate of food and pick up the dirty dishes from the previous meal. She had watched the girls down their food and especially, especially the sweet wine they were served with every meal with such frantic gusto, almost as if they were starving, when it was obvious that no one was going to go hungry that it might have been that sight that prompted her to stop drinking the wine.
At the time she didn't know why she had done it. She was so very, very high that she poured the glass out in the toilet without thinking, something buried in her mind made her do it and it wasn't until a few hours later, when the small room was dark with the blackness of night that she slowly came out of her drugged state. As the effects of the powerful potion mixed in the sweet wine gradually wore off, Brandy began to realize her situation. She didn't understand any of it, but she knew one thing; she was a prisoner and the Fondalocks had nothing good in mind for her.
The night passed in terror for her and she slept only fitfully, but when the morning came she kept control of herself and patterned her reactions on the two other girls. She had enough sense to realize that if she let on to Leon that she wasn't under the spell of the drug any longer something worse would happen, so she mimicked Jeannie and Joanie and as far as she could tell, Leon was none the wiser.
She spent the day in a fruitless attempt to get the girls to reveal who they were and how they got there, but they were too far gone on the mysterious drug to respond. All they seemed interested in was the drugged wine and trying to feel up Leon every time he came to the door. She remembered with revulsion her own uncontrollable desires the night she'd spent in the motel with the Fondalocks and she surmised that the drug must have some strange sexual powers. But that didn't really matter what she had to do now was escape. But how? She was locked in, would get no help from the two girls, and the only time the door was opened was to admit the hulking Leon who could easily overpower her if she tried to run.
She sank down on her bed in despair. The heavy, dark night had fallen again and she was no nearer a solution to her problem than she had been this morning. If only Lee where here, she thought, he would figure it out, he would know what do do. He wasn't there, though, and Brandy was beginning realize that she would probably never see her gentle lover again. She threw herself down on the mattress and began to sob quietly. A thin shaft of moonlight covered her precious head as it beamed in through one of the tiny slots in the nailed over window. She felt completely lost and unable to go on. There seemed to be no rescue for her, nothing to save her from the fate to which she was destined.
A shadow blocked the moonlight for a moment, but as she jerked up to a sitting position the shadow moved away, allowing the thin arrow of light to bath her in its glow once again. She heard someone walking around the front of the small hut and she sat stock-still in terror as she listened to whoever it was fiddling with the door knob. She heard a soft curse when the person found the door would not open, then there was silence once again.
It was deathly quiet for a few minutes. Only the faint, beckoning sounds of a lonely rural night could be heard from the outside. Then suddenly the person returned. Whoever it was jammed something in the door and with a quick, powerful crunch the door popped open. A man stood in the shadows and Brandy strained her eyes for a few seconds trying to see who it was, then her heart leaped with joy and she bounded up from the bed and ran over to him, throwing her arms around him and crying out his name. "Lee, Lee!" she groaned. "Thank God, it's you, oh, Lee, Lee, Lee!"
"Shss!" he whispered harshly. "Quiet! Come on, we have to get out of here!" He took her by the arm and started to pull her along with him.
"Wait!" Brandy said, she ran over and woke the two girls. "We have to take them with us, we can't leave them here."
"Brandy!"
"Please, Lee, you can't just leave them."
Lee sighed and nodded. Brandy helped Jeannie along, the little girl following with no questions asked, so drugged was she, while Lee lifted Joannie up in his arms and carried her, leading the way to the motor home that was hidden in a clump of trees, out of sight from the road and farm house.
When they got inside the van, he quickly pulled out the sofa bed and with Brandy's help lay the girls on it. Then they rushed to the front of the vehicle and he started the engine as softly as possible, pulling slowly away from the place with his lights out. Once they were far enough away he kicked the motor home into high gear and got away from there as fast as possible.
"What the hell happened to you?" he asked Brandy after they had gone a mile or so.
She related her adventures so far, leaving nothing out and Lee listened in grim distaste to the sordid tale. He waited until she was finished before he said anything. Then, the child urging him on excitedly, he told her how he found her.
"When I went to bed that morning, I almost shit! I couldn't figure out what happened for the longest time. I worked my way back to the last place I'd seen you and they told me about your leaving with that Corey guy. Well, I just started to work my way back again, hitting every rest stop until I came to the last one. A real snoop by the name of Charlie who pumps gas there told me all about these Fondalocks. It took me the best part of the day to run them down and when I finally got there, I knew at first glance that something fishy was going on. I didn't like the looks of all those locked cabins, so I hid the van and spied on the place until everyone went to bed, then I started checking out the cabins until I found you."
"You're so wonderful, but Lee, why where we there, why were we kept so spaced out and in locked rooms?"
"They planned to sell you honey, sell you to other men." Lee answered with a grimace. "I wonder how many kids they've done that with? The bastards. I'd better do something quick before they find out you're gone and have a chance to escape."
He pulled the van over to the first town he came to, looked up the number of the state police in the telephone book and made a call to them. He didn't give his name or connection, but he described everything he had seen and urged the trooper he was talking to do something about it quickly, then he hung up the telephone, jumped back in the van and they started off again. After a few hours they found a campsite and he pulled in there. It was nearing morning and the two girls in the back were waking up and Lee figured he had a lot of explaining to do to them.
At first the girls were confused and frightened, but they did remember Brandy being in the hut with them and after Lee explained it to them, they felt safe and secure. They told him they had been hitch-hiking a few days before when they got a ride from the Fondalocks. As with Brandy, the two people had been so nice to them, giving them cookies and cocoa to drink that they'd been put under the spell of Mr. Fondalock's drug without ever realizing it.
"Neat trick," Lee said shaking his head.
"We owe you everything," Jeannie told him.
Brandy was watching the girl intently and she noticed too, that for the first time Lee seemed to be realizing what an attractive girl she was. Brandy giggled and said, "Don't you think we ought to show Lee how much we appreciate his saving us?"
"Oh, yes," whispered Joannie breathlessly.
Brandy giggled and pushed Lee off his feet onto the bed. Ignoring his protests, she hurriedly pulled his pants and shirt from his body with the eager help of the two girls. Lee struggled against the three little girls, but they were too much for him, laughing and tearing at his clothing until he was completely naked on the tangled sheets and blanket. Then they quickly stripped off the robes they had been given to wear at the farm, and Lee was suddenly confronted with the sight of six beautiful tits and three deliciously winking pussies, all waiting anxiously for his attention. He felt a sudden fever in his balls and he gave up all thoughts of protesting.
Brandy bent forward and put her mouth to his. Her pink, darting tongue slid between his lips and jumped about the inside of his mouth searching for his own as her soft, pliant lips gently rolled over his greedy mouth. He reached out with both of his hands and cupped her pert, budding tits, squeezing them lightly and rolling his palms over the tiny nipples until they burst to life, growing erect and hard as stone. He moaned as the little girl dropped her hand to his thigh and began scraping her long, slender fingers back and forth across his burning flesh.
Jeannie moved up around behind him and began to massage his neck, leaning forward and rubbing her own, pear-like tits up and down his back, pressing her warm flesh against his tightly, kissing his shoulders with her hungry mouth. She nibbled excitedly on his skin, her tiny teeth sinking into his taut muscles and sending a bolt of pleasurable pain stinging through his spine.
Joannie was not to be left out. She moved around to the side of Brandy and reached in front of the little eleven year old, grasping Lee's semi-erect prick in her hand, curling her short, thin fingers around the shaft and squeezing it tightly in her grip. Lee groaned as his growing cock began to fill with hot blood and the beginnings of a enjoyable tremor rumbled anxiously in his groin.
The little girl began to slowly pump her fingers up and down on his cock, squeezing her hand as she continued the motion. She rolled her fingers over the tip of his head and danced her nails across the throbbing head. Lee shuddered as warm, burning fires spread like a wave of warmth through his loins. He moaned as he felt the girl's thumb rolling around the head of his prick and he dropped his excited mouth to Brandy's breast, seeking urgently one of her luscious pears. He sucked a single tit into his mouth and scraped his tongue across the rock-hard nipple, nibbling wildly at the tender mouth with his teeth. Brandy groaned and tossed her head back, pressing her chest tightly against his greedy mouth.
"OHHH, YEAHHHH!" moaned Brandy as she felt his finger slide down to her damp little pussy and quickly slither itself inside of her. Lee pumped the stiff digit in and out of the little girl's hot, moist pussy while he rolled her taut, button clit with his fat, hard thumb. Brandy was soon overflowing with sticky juice and rocking back and forth in rhythm with his probing finger. She pushed her body forward and made Lee lay on his back, then she straddled his face with her legs spread wide and slowly lowered herself over his mouth.
He shot his tongue upward and slithered it inside of her twitching cunt and the little girl groaned loudly as she felt the sharp arrow of love bury itself deep in her aching hole.
Joannie took this opportunity to adjust her body so that she could lower her mouth to Lee's massive cock and begin to lick the entire length of his trembling shaft with her lusting tongue. She took long, lathering swipes at the hot, blood-red pole and rolled her pink dart of pleasure leisurely around the fat head, making Lee's prick dance with pleasure and quake violently under her attention. She delicately kissed the head of his prick and he groaned as her soft, encompassing lips allowed his aching shaft to slide over her tiny, nibbling teeth and ride slowly down the soft passage that was her throat.
"God!" Lee gasped, thrusting his mouth firmly against Brandy's palpitating little cunt. He sucked her twitching, moist pussy lips into his mouth and nibbled at them with his driving teeth. The little girl's body shuddered involuntarily as he pumped his tongue in and out of her steaming pit, lathering her hot inner recesses with his strong dart of passion.
Brandy rolled from side to side on his face and groaned passionately. She blinked her eyes wildly as his eating mouth drove her cunt to furious heights of pleasure, churning the bubbling juices of lust into an angry ocean of desire in her loins. She saw Jeannie sitting in front of her, the little girl's hands playing with her own pussy and Brandy bent forward and began licking the girl's thighs with long swipes of her own precious tongue. Jeannie groaned and clasped Brandy's head firmly between her hands and pressed the girl's eager face to her cunt.
"EAT ME," she groaned, her voice husky and strained. "EAT ME, NOWW!" Brandy lathered the girl's quaking mound, slithering her tongue back and forth over Jeannie's twitching love-bud until it grew hard under her probing dart and the wet, warm love juice began to flow down over her lips and chin.
Joannie bobbed her head up and down, faster and faster on Lee's agonized cock. Her tiny teeth slid along the length of his shaft like two highly charged live wires of love. He could feel the massive orgasm rolling like a powerful wave over the churning fires of lust that were burning in his balls as the little girl cupped the tight, heavy bag with her hand and squeezed it roughly, making him cry out in a passionate fury. The girl sucked on his prick as if it were a living delight that she drew her strength from. He almost died feeling her jam the strong rod deep into her throat, curling her lips tightly around the rod, lathering the sides of his prick with her willing tongue, pumping in like a piston in and out of her precious throat.
He tossed his body back and forth beneath her working mouth and jammed his tongue deep into Brandy's luscious cunt, eating at her fiercely, sucking her tender petals into his mouth and nibbling on them with his teeth, while he rolled his tongue back and forth, passionately inside and against her hot, dripping cunt walls. Her taut little pussy, so wet and warm and wonderful was throbbing wildly under his tense attack and she yelped in agonized delight each time she felt his lips caress her sweet tasting love-pit.
She increased her own efforts on Jeannie's boiling pussy, sucking deeply at the moist cunt in front of her, driving her tongue in and out of the girl and nibbling passionately at the two throbbing lips that lay at the corners of her mouth. She rolled her tongue up and out of the steaming hole, lapping it across the girl's palpitating clitoris, clasping her teeth over the tiny button and stinging it with her pink tongue while she moaned in exquisite agony and thrust her hips up to receive the oral attack.
"DO IT!" Jeannie moaned. "DO IT TO MEEEEE, BRANDY!" Her cunt seemed blazing with lusting fire as it never had before and she felt a massive orgasm racing to the edges of her loins as Brandy drove her tongue into her cunt and sucked powerful on her burning lips. "OOOOO, I CAN'T STAND IT!" she gasped and rocked her body wildly to match the motion of Brandy's piston-like arrow of pleasure. Faster and faster her desire raced in her until at last it burst from her organs in one wild, all powerful explosion of lust and she began coming in oceans of steaming liquid passion that engulfed Brandy's frenzied eating.
"AIIIIIIIIEEEEE!" the girl screamed, tossing her body about wildly, slamming her fiery cunt against Brandy's face passionately as the endless series of orgasms thundered through her flesh uncontrollably until she threw herself to one side of the bed and curled up into a little ball, still quivering from the incredible power of her climaxes.
Jeannie was still working hard on Lee's bulging shaft. Her mouth was doing its best to bring him to the explosion she sought from him. Harder and harder she pumped the huge, fiery hot prick in her throat, she used her well-trained muscles to clamp down on him tightly making the forty-year-old man feel as if his whole body was concentrated in his cock and that he would go mad with lust if he didn't come soon. He gripped the sheets of the bed in an agony of delight and sucked wildly at Brandy's dripping cunt pressed firmly on his face. He drove his tongue deep into the child's hot pussy and sucked the dripping, luscious lips into his mouth with a furious passion. Suddenly Brandy leaped from his face and moved along the bed to where Joannie was working so hard on his cock. She pulled the girl from his groin and he cried out in protest weakly.
"Sit on his face!" Brandy commanded the other girl. She quickly scampered over to Lee's head and lowered herself into position.
"What's going on?" Lee asked, his cock aching from almost reaching orgasm then having it suddenly torn from his grasp.
"I WANT YOU INSIDE ME!" cried Brandy in a strained, excited voice. She threw her legs over the older man's body and took hold of his prick with one hand. The familiar, pleasing grasp of her soft, slim fingers drove him into another spasm of pleasure that rocked his entire body with its intense sensation. "Eat out Joannie!" Brandy whispered passionately. "I want to watch her while I fuck you!"
Lee threw himself into the task, finding pleasure in the girl's almost dry, still to be excited pussy plastered over his mouth. He took long, leisurely licks of her young cunt and the girl moaned with the contact and rocked her pussy on his face. He rolled his strong dart of passion over her budding button of lust and scraped it wildly until it grew firm and taut under his constant lathering. Joannie cried out in joy as she felt the strong dart tickling her to a high plain of pleasure, making the hot juices flow from her cunt and every nerve-ending in her loins sing with intense frenzy. Lee bit her soft pussy-lips with his teeth and sucked greedily on her throbbing cunt until the girl was wild with hunger and desire. "Oh WOW! OH! WOW! OHWOW!" she gasped and plastered her pussy to his greedy mouth. "AAA-i-i-i-i-I-I-IEEEEAAHH!! ! "
Slowly Brandy slid the massive cock into her moist awaiting pussy. She shuddered as she felt the wonderfully familiar feeling of being stuffed full of hot, throbbing prick. She groaned wildly as she felt the blood racing through his veins and wiggled her perfect little ass on his thighs until she had every inch of him inside her. "Yes," she sighed happily, "YES, THAT'S IT! Oooo, I LOVE IT!"
The feeling of her sweet little pussy wrapped around his aching prick was almost more than Lee could stand. The raging fires of passion all but consumed him and he nearly forgot about the twitching, sweet tasting cunt that was covering his face. He turned his mind back to the task at hand, and licked the steaming pussy powerfully, driving his tongue deep into the girl's hot, wet hole and she gasped and moaned loudly as he lathered and pumped her insides, his fingers gripping and kneading the soft fleshy cheeks of her ass. He drove a finger up and into her moist little anus and began pumping it in and out of her to match the rhythm of his thrusting tongue.
"Golly!" Joannie cried, as the fire burning desires raged in her loins and she began to feel a wave of pure passion sweep through her earring her flesh along on a tide of lust that threatened to explode into orgasm at any moment. She rocked her cunt on Lee's thirsting face and closed her eyes, grunting loud and long as the man ate at her fiercely, jamming his tongue like a powerful jackhammer in and out of her flaming hole. Suddenly the pent-up fury of her passion burst free and she screamed in pleasure as the intense orgasm rushed out of her. "YEEEOWWW!" she cried and rocked her body wildly round and round as the steaming juice poured from her insides down over Lee's sucking lips. "AHHH, FUUUCK, I'M CUMMHIIIINNNGGG!! ! "
Brandy had watched all this in growing excitement and now she began to pump her little body up and down rapidly on Lee's hard, throbbing prick. She pulled the huge organ in and out of her in a mad race for ultimate pleasure, loving the maddening sensation of his steel-like rod slamming its way to the depths of her womb. Harder and harder she thrust the love machine into her tender, aching pussy. She could feel the blood reaching a fever pitch in his balls and cock and she listened with satisfaction as he groaned uncontrollably and thrust his hips up to meet her pounding ass.
"Brandy, I ... I ... I'M CUUMMMMING," gasped Lee, feeling the wrenching power of his orgasm leaping to the tip of his cock. "Cumming, CUM, CUUMMMIIIINGGGG!" he screamed and Brandy felt the wonderfully wild river of hot come blast from his prick and fill her insides with hot, splashing lust. She pumped down on him harder and harder, urging him on and on, feeling her own climax nearing closer and closer until it suddenly exploded out of her in one long, continuous series of shuddering pleasures. "AHHHH, LEEEEE-E-E-E!" she screamed then gave her body over to the intense power of her orgasm, thundering up and down on his angry cock until they were both consumed by their fiery fucking and all four of them, Brandy, Lee, Joannie and Jeannie had to lay quite still from exhaustion.
CHAPTER TWELVE
They stayed in the campsite for the rest of the day, and then, early the following morning, Lee drove the girls to a small town just inside the Florida border where they lived. They wanted him to meet their folks and be thanked properly for his help, but he declined the offer, preferring to remain in the background.
"Too many questions I don't want to have to explain," he told them, and then bid them farewell as he and Brandy settled down to resuming their journey south.
"Well, I hope we don't have any more adventures like that," he sighed, once they were on the main highway.
"Yes, let's keep them all fun ones from now on," agreed his little lover. "Oh, Lee, you don't know how much I missed you."
"I can guess, I thought I'd die if I didn't find you, honey. I would have gone on searching for the rest of my life if I had to."
The child threw her arms around and hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek. He swerved all over the road and fought her off, laughing and protesting. Then she sat back in her seat and enjoyed the travel, content to be back with the man whom she felt so close to.
After a few hours they stopped for lunch and Lee bought a newspaper and searched through it until he found what he was looking for. He chuckled to himself as he read of a huge raid conducted the night before on a suspected white slavery ring in the neighboring state. Everyone had been captured and some fifteen girls rescued. The children told tales of rape and being fed drugged food and drink and Lee felt greatly satisfied with himself for bothering to make the phone call. The article mentioned that the state police had acted on an anonymous tip and he had to laugh again. Floyd and Emma Fondalock would spend the rest of their lives wondering who set them up and it pleased him to think that they would never, ever find that one out.
"Gee," Brandy exclaimed after they had finished their lunch and returned to the van. "You know, that was fun with the other girls. I like doing things like that."
Lee chuckled. "You don't mean to tell me you're getting tired of me already," he said, pretending to be hurt.
"Oh, no, I just think it's fun, even more fun with more people. There's more to do, more to touch," she explained.
"Well, well see if we can find a couple of boyfriends for you."
"Oh, boys. Who needs them? I was talking about more girls, silly. I like to watch you fuck and suck them."
"You're something, Brandy," Lee said, shaking his head.
"Do you think we could do that again sometime, Lee?" the little girl asked hopefully. "If it's the right person," he said cautiously. "Great!"
A little while later they were cruising along when Lee spotted a young girl a little older than Brandy hitch-hiking along the road. He was tempted to pass her by, one under-age girl in the car was enough, he thought. Even though by now he had lost all his guilt feelings about having sex with Brandy, he still wanted to play it cool, but she saw the girl also and insisted he stop for her.
The kid was no older than fourteen at best and she hopped in the car with all the girlish excitement of a teenager on her first date. She told them her name was Tina, and she sat behind Brandy for a few miles, telling them about her reasons for leaving home, which were much the same as Brandy's, and how she was going to visit her uncle in the Keys.
Brandy talked back and forth with the girl, totally ignoring Lee and he listened to their little girl's conversation with amusement though he couldn't help but notice that Tina had a very nice body, what with her jeans hugging her hips to tightly and the obvious fact that she was wearing nothing under her T-shirt by the way her little nipples popped out against the cloth. He felt his nuts aching and tried to concentrate on his driving.
Brandy and the little girl retired to the back of the van to play records, and Lee was left alone until he pulled into a rest area for the night and shut down the van. When he made his way to the back of the motor home, he saw Brandy and Tina standing in front of the sofa bed they had pulled out, both of them stark naked. Brandy giggled as she saw Lee running his eyes over each of their beautiful young bodies, his balls beginning to ache wildly and a growing cock-rise forming against his pants.
Tina grinned embarrassedly and rubbed one ankle with her other bare foot and Brandy stuck her pert little boobs out definitely. "Well," she said, trying hard to keep the laughter out of her voice.
Lee thought of a million protests he could make, about how they hardly knew the girl, but he gave up and just sighed in exasperation, unbuckling his belt as he moved toward the two deliciously appealing little girls who were waiting for him anxiously, eagerly.
