"Thirty five bucks takes care of the whole night, lover," the bleached blonde named Judy said to the man. "For that kind of dough, you get to do whatever you want, whenever you want before the sun rises."
The cheap, sleazy hotel room smelled of wine, old makeup, perspiration, and the seminal deposits of thousands of men who had been there before Lenny Marks. Lenny was in his late forties, bald but for patches of greying red hair over his ears and behind his head. He was celebrating his release from the grip of Shelly West, the local loan shark. He had worked like a dog to repay West the money he'd owed him for the past three years, and tonight was to be the final payment. He had fifty over and above what he owed West, and decided to celebrate with the whore he'd found in the bar, below. Lenny had been forced to use this room above the bar. His daughter, Miriam, only twelve-years-old, was home, fast asleep, so he was unable to bring the whore home with him. Ten bucks had paid for the room, five for a good bottle to get a little drunk, and Judy smiled as she took the other thirty five from him. There was no mistaking the glint in her eyes when she saw the rest of the bills in Lenny's wallet.
"You sure you'll do everything?" Lenny asked, putting the wallet in his hip pocket.
Judy smiled seductively at him. She knew he was hers. Reaching behind her, she unzipped the back of her sleeveless green dress. With an ease of expert movement born of much practice, she tugged the zipper down. Using her arms to keep her dress pressed to her, she slowly lowered the right half until her nipple peeped out. It was a dark, nut-brown nipple with a small aureole.
"Like it?" she asked, keeping her hands pressed to her body in a way to make her breasts appear fuller than they really were. Judy's tits were round and full, but a little on the small side, so she used little tricks to make them appear larger and fuller than they were.
"Yeah," Lenny nodded, sweat breaking out on his forehead as he stared.
'Take your time," she told him, "Look a little before touching. Then, if you think this looks tasty enough, come on over and chew on it for awhile. Chew it, suck it, lick it, just don't bite it too hard. It's one of the things I use to make my living."
Lenny was sweating heavily, now. His face was sheened with perspiration. It had been such a long time since he'd had a woman.
"You're gonna suck, too," he said. "I mean, you did say everything, right?"
"Hey, calm down, calm down," Judy whispered. "I said everything and I meant everything. Boy it looks like you haven't had any action for one heck of a long time. A guy like you deserves a little head. Doesn't the wife do things like that? Are you married? Hell! You sure have that 'family man' look about you. Sure I'll suck. You gave me the thirty five. Hell! I'd be sitting around in that bar downstairs, looking for ten dollar quickies, hoping to put together two or three by the end of the night. This thirty five keeps me here all night, and I'll do whatever you want, when you want it. You lay back and let little Judy touch her tongue to you."
"Little" Judy was not much younger than Lenny. The heavy makeup wasn't able to hide the years in her face. She had been a whore for twenty years now, because it was the only thing she knew how to do. Whatever money she'd earned had been spent just as quickly. And time was taking its toll on her. Her body was no longer the solid, firm, angular pillar of soft flesh. No, her flesh was loosening. It was still good for five more years, six at the outside, but after that, she'd have to give up whoring and stick to tending bar. Her eyes were a dull blue, and though her skin was white, her back almost had an indentation in it where it pressed into the mattress.
"Tell you what," she said, "since we're going to spend the night here, let me take a quick shower, huh."
"Yeah, sure," Lenny nodded, knowing a clean-smelling body was always better to fuck.
She went into the bathroom, leaving the door open, and tossed her clothes out, onto the bare wooden floor, letting Lenny know she wasn't trying to skip out the bathroom window with his thirty five bucks. Her shower was quick, and minutes later she was back in the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her body. She saw Lenny's eyes brighten. Her hands rested on his shoulders, sitting him on the edge of the squeaky bed.
"Don't be bashful, lover," she murmured. "Just let momma take your duds off."
Lenny felt good. The tiredness of the day was leaving him. It wasn't easy working on a loading dock.
Her hands deftly removed his shirt, undershirt, shoes, and socks. Then she undid his pants, made him stand for a moment, and swept them, along with his underpants, down. He sat and she tugged his clothing from him, leaving it on the floor and staring at his large cock. like the rest of his body, his cock was white, though the head had a rich pinkness to it. There was no doubt it was longer than the standard six inches, and it was certainly thicker than the normal one and three quarter inches in breadth. Judy had given up measuring length and breadth of cocks. She had seen too many of them to bother remembering sizes. True, this was far from the biggest one she had ever handled, but it was much closer to the biggest one than to the smallest one. She serviced a lot of the jockeys from the nearby racetrack, and many of them were so small, their cocks fitted neatly into her ass.
"Well, well, well," she whispered, her voice almost husky with lust, "Look what we have here. You may be a little tired, but it's a cinch your cock is raring to go. And even if you're a little sweaty, your nice and clean. So lie back and let little Judy go to work on you."
Too tired to argue, Lenny allowed her to guide him back until his head hit the pillow. Not only was he making out, but the broad was taking the initiative. Hell! When he'd been married, he'd had to chase his wife all over the apartment before she'd finally fuck. And then she was always reluctant about it. Three years earlier, she had died, and her funeral expenses of three thousand dollars had really put him in a hole. He'd had to borrow the money from Shelly West, Shelly was a congenial loan shark. His rates were low compared to the others. He was still a six-for-fiver. So Lenny had set about the monumental task of repaying him, and it had taken three years to eventually put together the eighty five hundred he had needed to pay
Shelly back.
Judy was more than willing to take the initiative. Not that she was a soft-heated whore. But she had seen the bundle in Lenny's wallet, and she figured one, two climaxes at the most, and the guy would be totally knocked out. And she'd be able to take off with the money.
Removing the towel from around her own body, she knead her way onto the bed. Her eyes looked over his somewhat corpulent shape. He was heavy, though not too fat. She squatted, then sat in the lotus position. Reaching down, she picked her dress up.
"Now what made me put this in here?" she chidingly asked, removing the money from her dress pocket. "It might fall out and I'd never know it."
Tossing her dress back on the floor, she reached down and stuffed the money into one of her shoes. And all the while, she was aware of Lenny's eyes on her. The room was too dim for him to see the pink crease between her thighs. She kept it clean-shaven, knowing it made men hotter to see a bare cunt. But the dimness in the room, with light coming from a fifty watt bulb in a dresser lamp across the room, made seeing her pussy difficult. So Lenny's eyes remained firmly locked on her full, small breasts. Judy enjoyed the way Lenny stared, even if she thought her breasts small. They dangled to the side as she bent over to stuff the money in her shoe, then fell back in place as she sat up again.
Rising to her knees, Judy looked down at the horizontal Lenny. Her lips were sexily parted, and a practiced smoky look hazed her eyes. Her hand reached out, gripped his cock, and squeezed, feeling its rock-hardness between her fingers.
"Mmmmmm ... nice and solid," she seemed to gasp.
Loosening her grip, her hand began tugging up and down on the rigid instrument, moving the uncircumcised frenum back and forth over the reddening pink glans. In her new position, the dim light washed over the sides of her body, letting Lenny see the breadth of her hips. His eyes wandered up and down, and there was no doubt he approved of what he saw. Her vaginal split was still in shadow, and though his eyes attempted to penetrate, he was still unable to see everything.
"Like what you see?" she kidded. "Oh you sweet, perverted man. If my body is what you have eyes for, you're gonna get those eyes really filled."
She tightened her grip on his cock, pumping it some more, moving her body on the bed, letting him get an eyeful of her full, round buttocks. They were gelatinous, and there was a touch of cellulite in them, but in the dim light that wasn't noticeable. When she shifted position again, her hand still tugging on his penis, he was able to see the juncture between her thighs and for the first time was aware of her bare pubis. The sight of it made him salivate even heavier. Judy knew it would. Every man liked a bare pussy. It made him feel he was fucking into someone exceedingly young rather than someone exceedingly middle-aged. Besides, a bare pelvis meant no one knew the hair on her head was bleached.
Lenny's eyes returned to her breasts, watching the way they bobbled with every breath she took. Now Judy removed her hand from Lenny's cock and paused to take the pins from her hair. The long, blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders, and the sight made Lenny's already stiff organ harden a little more. Her pursing lips, suggesting what she intended doing, made Lenny's cock vibrate, maddeningly, like a tuning fork. Christ! He wished there was more light in the room so he was really able to appreciate what this woman looked like. He licked his lips, looking forward to burying his cock in one or another of her holes.
Judy stepped off the bed and moved back, letting him get a good look at her in the room's dim light. Her breasts looked very provocative as they bounced up and down, looking like marionettes, suspended on strings from her body. Her nipples sat dark and pouting in the middle of her breasts, swollen, aching to be touched.
Judy had done this routine a thousand times before. If nothing else, she had the ability to carry herself off as if she really enjoyed what she was doing. It was an old, boring, almost tiresome routine, but it was better doing it for one man now, than having to do it for two or three fumbling drunks, later. Besides, all the other men around here knew Judy well enough to leave their wallets with the bartender. This guy was new in this part of town.
Putting her hands under her breasts, she hoisted them toward Lenny, making them look fuller and rounder, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Got something for you here, lover-boy. Wanna cop a feel? Come on, you great big hunk of man. I'm dying to feel your arms around me."
Lenny held out his arms to the woman while lying in his supine position. This let Judy know he was even more tired than she had originally believed. One good climax, and this boy would be in sleepsville for a long, long time.
Lenny was totally involved in the woman's nakedness, now. All thoughts of the loan shark he wanted to see in an hour were blotted from his mind. At this moment, all he wanted was a mouthful of tit.
Judy came forward and eased onto the bed. At first she seemed ready to lean forward and press her breasts into the man's hands. But at the last moment her hands reached out, grabbed his fingers, and lightly kissed each one of them.
"You just relax," she whispered. "Don't be too anxious. Little Judy's going to give you all the tit you'll ever want. Just relax and go slow. Okay?" she cooed.
Her hand reached down and lightly caressed his shivering cock in mock appeasement. Lenny jumped from her touch, then sighed as she rubbed her hips against his, letting the swollen cheeks of one buttock lightly brush the tip of his penis. She had him completely entranced by her every move at this point, and Judy knew this was one mark that would be easy, very easy. Hell! Many a John thought he owned her for ten bucks, ramming his cock in her ass, then shoving it in her mouth and making her lick it off, thinking he was really degrading her. Judy was always careful to keep her ass totally clean, just in case someone pulled a stunt like that. But this guy, for his thirty five, was almost gentle in the way he handled her. Had she not been so desperate for money, Judy might have abandoned the idea of eventually rolling him. But her rent was due, and the landlord wasn't willing to take it out in cunt.
She wriggled her hips from side to side, letting her ass-cheek brush against his cock again and again. Lenny tried reaching forward, but Judy pushed him back. He wanted to complain, but she smiled and put her finger to her pouting red lips. There had been a classic beauty about her face, once. From the time she had been sixteen, right up to two years ago, men were willing to pay twenty five dollars for her to go down on them, just for the pleasure of watching her beautifully regal face sucking their cocks. Now, with the lines starting to show, less and less men cared.
Bending toward Lenny's loins, Judy surrounded the upstanding spike of his cock between her rounded breasts, making the man gasp with a surprised pleasure. The move had taken him totally by surprise. With a breast in each hand, Judy worked her mammaries around the length and breadth of the upstanding member, making the rich, pink head turn a cherry-red. Her nipples pressed into the firm flesh, making it vibrate even more.
"Oooooh ... thataway, baby," Lenny gasped, urging her on. "Now you're starting to give me some of what I need."
No woman, including his dead wife, had ever done anything like this for Lenny, before. God! It felt good for a woman to be playing with him. The feel of her two firm mammaries against his flaming phallus sent a surge of lust shooting through him like the blast from a steel furnace.
"I simply can't let this thing go begging for attention any longer," Judy whispered. "I mean, it would be cruel and inhuman. And I'm very human. That sweet cock is too nice to be left alone."
It had been forever since a woman had complimented his cock, and Lenny loved hearing it. His late wife had always referred to it as "that thing." Hell! He was eager for a lot more.
"You really dig it?" Lenny asked.
"The most!" she insisted. "But more important is the guy attached to it. You're a really sweet guy."
"Is it big?" he asked. "I mean, I don't know if it's as big as what other guys got. I mean, is it really big enough?"
He lay there, reddening, not knowing why he had asked such a question. The girls he had known in his middle teens had been in no position to judge the length of his cock compared to that of other boys. And he had married early in life, so his wife, who had been a virgin on their wedding night, had been unable to say anything other than it was too big as far as she was concerned.
Judy smiled at Lenny as her breasts continued rolling his stiff staff between them, feeling his lubrication make her flesh damp, while the heat given off by his cock made her flesh warm.
"I've seen most guys with much smaller cocks," Judy assured Lenny.
It was easy for her to anticipate the direction of his questions. There wasn't a man in the world who didn't want to hear he had the biggest cock when compared to others. She always had an answer to satisfy them, but in Lenny's case, what she told him was the truth. It felt good to be able to say something and mean it.
And just as surely as if she had told Lenny his was the biggest cock in creation, the man was thinking his penis was pretty big, after all. For the past three years it had gone to waste. That had been dumb on his part, but every penny, aside from food and rent and clothing, went to pay back what he owed Shelly West.
Judy moved her buttocks more toward Lenny as she continued bending over and massaging his penis with her breasts. Her body cast a shadow across the mounds of her ass-cheeks, obscuring her bare pussy from his sight, as well. But his hand reached out and felt the smooth bareness of her cunt. It also felt the wetness forming in the center of her pink lips. His fingers lay flat against her split, rubbing back and forth, making Judy wriggle. The woman knew it was good for a man's ego to believe he was the cause for a woman's arousal, and she sighed as she continued massaging his cock with her tits, blowing heated breath all over the leaking tip.
"Come on, already," he said, sitting up and reaching out for her, wanting to gather her in his arms.
"No, no, you gorgeous hunk .of man," she smiled with a firm but affectionate protest, rolling away from his arms, sitting facing him for the moment. "You lie there like the nice guy you are, and little Judy's going to do all the work, remember? I'm going to give you every last little thing you need without your having to move a muscle, including the important one."
Judy's words, manner, and tone of voice were so persuasive, Lenny did precisely as she insisted. He lay back and relaxed.
Judy also lay on her back, but with her head turned toward the foot of the bed. And when she opened her thighs, he finally got the clear, unobstructed view he had been waiting to see. From where he lay, with his head on two pillows, he was able to look up the length of Judy's long, full thighs. Shadows once again hid the cellulite, but Lenny, whose wife had thighs loaded with cellulite toward the end of her life, would never have noticed. Compared to his deceased wife, Judy had pillarly thighs. His eyes were more interested in the sight between her thighs. He salivated, staring at the rich, pink nakedness. Her body twisted a little so the light managed to touch her womanly area. Now absolutely nothing was covered, and he was even able to see the dark pucker of her tiny, starred anus. He noticed it was an unusually large anus, never realizing it had been widely opened over the years by the many cocks jammed into it. He also saw her navel winking at him, but that meant nothing to him. Lenny knew he wasn't able to screw her in there. No, what interested him most was the pink slash between her navel and her anus. When her breathing caused the labia to part a little bit, he was able to see the richer, redder flesh past her inner lips. The fat, twin outer cunt lips looked more beautiful than any he had ever remembered seeing. Oil leaking out from between her labia made her shaven cunt lips shine and look glossy.
Her face stared at him between the hills of her upturned breasts. Her mammaries seemed a perfect frame at that moment, and when she smiled again, revealing her white teeth, he shuddered all over. "Like what you see?" she asked. "From where I am, it sure looks like you're enjoying what you're seeing. Christ! That big fat cock of yours looks like it wants to jump right out of his skin. You've been wanting a good look at my cunt ever since you laid eyes on me, haven't you? Well look at it. Look well. This is the pussy that sweet, wonderful cock of yours is going to split into two equal halves. Look at the way it winks, and watch the way the lips tighten. They're going to grip that hard pole of yours and squeeze."
Her hand had caressed his cock already, but it was the only part of his body she had touched. She had playfully jerked on it, and then she'd squeezed it between her breasts. Now, as Lenny looked past his slightly paunchy stomach, he watched her put a hand on his knee, and the feeling made him shiver. She had a wide grin on her face as her fingers lightly tickled him, dancing over his flesh. At the same time she writhed her buttocks on the squeaky bed, letting him see her cunt lips move, and a new sheen of perspiration broke out all over him. Lenny was aching for her hand to move higher and touch his hard cock again.
Hell! She'd been right about the way it was jumping around. Lenny saw his penis throbbing unmercifully, aching to be used. He was so aroused from looking at the whiteness of her naked body, imagining all the things he wanted to do to her, his vellicating organ seemed to throb with every beat of his heart.
Christ! She was a good whore, all right. At least Lenny thought so. In reality she was his first whore, and he had no way of knowing how she compared to others. At the moment he didn't care. All that mattered was what she intended doing to and for him.
Slowly, teasingly, her fingers traced a light path along his inner thigh. Occasionally her fingers climbed to the top of his thigh, and on other occasions her fingers slid down inside, touching the sensitive inner flesh. Occasionally, her fingers jumped from one thigh to the other, lightly scratching the flesh, moving away from his cock, then moving back again. Lenny wriggled insanely, aching to fuck her. If she kept this up much longer, he'd throw her on her back and stuff his sausage into the depths of her feminine pit.
Judy, noticing his eyes were locked on the movement of her fingers, teasingly asked, "What are you looking at, handsome? Heck, when my fingers touch that masterful cock of yours you'll know it without having to see it. Just feast your eyes on what's between my legs. It's a hungry mouth, and soon I'm going to fill that mouth with the meat of your cock, filling it again and again and again and again."
Lenny's head fell back on the pillows. He was panting, breathing heavily.
Judy rolled to the side a bit and grabbed one of his ankles in each hand. She tugged his body toward her, then said, "Spread those thighs, you good-looking man. I'm aching to get my hands on those wonderful balls of yours and give them a gentle massage they'll never forget.
Lenny gladly opened his loins as wide as possible, and his two doughy balls clumped down between his thighs. Judy's fingers marched to them and lightly skimmed across the scrotum, teasing the red curls. Her nails lightly traced the lines in his sac, making the man tremble and quiver with lust.
"Now it's your turn," Lenny told the woman. He reached out and caressed the smoothness of her ankle, running his fingers up and down the sensual bulge of her womanly calf. His fingers moved up, right to the back of her knee.
"Hey, calm down," she told him. "Remember, little Judy is going to do all the work. I thought we agreed on that."
"Honey, do you think I can simply lie here like this, not moving a muscle while your fingers dance all over me?" he asked. "Shit! I'm not made of stone. You do whatever the hell you want, but I have to touch you, too."
Judy liked this man. Though he wasn't one of those who wanted to lie there and let her do all the work, neither was he one of those who tried being masterful, raping the shit out of her, fucking his cock into her hole before it was ready. In all these years, Judy's hole, for all the thick cocks penetrating it, had remained narrow, and it needed a lot of playing around to really become lubricated. Whether a man played with her, or she played with a man didn't matter. She became aroused either way, but it took awhile for her hole to become sufficiently damp for a cock, any cock, to fit inside without hurting her. This was her basic reason for always trying to take her time with men.
Laughing deep down in her throat, Judy said, "Go ahead. I knew you were real macho from the moment I saw you. You aren't able to keep your hands off for any length of time. To me, that .shows strength, not weakness. Stay on your back, though. I don't want you tiring yourself out with foreplay. Save all your energy for a little later on, when you feed that stiff cock into me.
Lenny's hand easily reached her knee without his having to sit up, but that was just about as far as his fingers were able to go. Judy, realizing his predicament, lifted her buttocks from the protesting bed, then moved her body down a few inches, permitting his fingers to reach a point high on the inside of her inner thigh. At the same time, she stopped trying to tangle the curly pubic hairs in his groin around her fingers and firmly gripped his cock, again. Her hand began exploring the bulging rod, touching the firm base of his cock, then sliding along the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. Again and again she touched the trembling base of his throbbing cock. Her motion brought them closer together, and his fingers were finally able to once again touch the tender pinkness of her outer labia. He tried closing his hand over her pouting pussy, but Judy twisted away, saying, "You don't really want a handful of my cunt just yet, do you? I know you're anxious, but do as I say.
You'll get plenty of it when it's wet and juicy and ready for you."
Her thumb and forefinger formed a circle around the base of the man's cock, but remained pressing against his balls. This time she didn't want to start jerking. Too much of that might have the man exploding prematurely, and then he might toss her out.
"Look," he gasped, "I won't push my fingers inside just yet, but let me rub the outside for awhile huh? I mean, it feels so good to touch. Come on!"
Judy shuddered, feeling the way his fingers began playing over her outer labia. His fingertips moved up along her flat belly, teasing her navel, then slid down and rubbed her wet pussy lips again. They continued lower, teasing her perineum and squeezing her ass-cheeks, then the fingers made a return journey along the length of her juicing crack, returning to her navel.
Judy's fingers ran up to the corona of his cock and locked around the rim, squeezing, as she writhed her body, letting him know his fingers were affecting him.
"There!" she asked. "That better? Yeah, you need to play around a little, as well as being played with. I just want to be careful and not accidentally jerk you off ahead of time."
"There's no way that can happen," Lenny assured her. "I can't come by hand. My wife used to jerk for hours trying to make me come so I wouldn't fuck her, but the only time I came was in her cunt."
"Well then, I can jerk all I like, huh?"
"Damn right you can," he exclaimed. "Looking at you has really set my balls on fire. That cunt of yours is gorgeous. But tickling my balls without yanking on my prong isn't going to make me happy. Pull away, Judy."
"You son of a bitch," Judy softly whispered. "You love being teased, don't you! Hell! I'll bet you've done your share of cunt-teasing in your time. You must be the kind of guy who-likes to feel a woman up again and again before you finally shove your meat into her."
Smiling down at her, Lenny nodded and said, "Yeah! I like playing with a pussy before fucking it. It makes it better for the broad, and for me."
"Well you've been teasing my vagina terrifically for the past few minutes," she said to him. "I'm hotter than a stick of dynamite between my thighs and you're the reason. If you don't believe me, take a look."
Staring between Judy's thighs, even in the dim light, Lenny was able to see the wet slickness covering her bare, pouting lips. He heard the slick movement of her labia coming together, then unsticking. The sight of her wetness hanging in strings between her parted lips made him all the hotter. God! What a fantastic sight. It had been so long since he'd seen a cunt, he'd almost forgotten what one looked like. Hell! He'd have to get laid more often, whether with this little tramp or some other cunt.
"You can see how soaking wet I am without even touching my pussy, can't you?" Judy asked. "I've been lying here, getting wetter and wetter, and all because I've been playing with your cock. It gets me hot as hell when I play with a man, especially a guy like you, with big balls, a big cock, and a concern for touching me. I felt my juices start boiling the instant you put your hand on my cunt lips."
It thrilled Lenny to hear the woman talk about things like this. His wife had never wanted to discuss sexual matters, not even when they were alone, in bed, together. She always feared the muffled sounds they made in the process of fucking might be heard by Miriam, their daughter. Christ! Lenny wanted to hear more.
'Tell me about your getting hot, you sweet cunt. You tell me all about it, now. Tell me all the things that make that precious pussy of yours so hot."
Judy laughed softly. She felt good, at ease with this man. Christ! She hadn't felt this relaxed with a John in twenty years. The man was making her feel as if she were more than a hole in which to bury his cock. She was someone special, even if she was only a whore. Christ! It was going to really bother her to lift this guy's money.
"So you'd like to hear me talk about it, huh?" she asked.
"You bet," he nodded.
"Didn't your wife ever talk about it?"
"My wife's been dead for three years," he told her. "But even when she was alive, it was always some: thing we did silently, in a dark room. No, she never talked about it."
"That was dumb," Judy told him. "Well I'll tell you everything. For instance, it's a damn sure thing I start burning up the moment I see a naked cock. Christ! Usually I see the cock spring out of a fly. Most guys never even bother getting undressed. But those times a guy does take his pants off, and he gets into a bed like this, I start burning. And when I finally get my hands on a cock, a nice, big cock like yours, I feel the flood start building in the depths of my pussy. I've had so many cocks in me, when I see a new one, my cunt twitches and automatically gauges the thickness of it, and long before that cock sinks into me, I know exactly how it's going to feel. God! Yours is going to really make me feel good, inside."
His fingers, which had been rubbing her belly while she had been talking, moved lower and once again began rubbing the thick lips of Judy's naked pussy. Judy only sighed, never dreaming to utter a word of protest. Her cunt was brought and paid for, to be done with as the purchaser saw fit, provided he didn't mutilate it in any way. Besides, with this man she liked being touched. It never occurred to her to protest, not even when she felt his middle finger extend itself against the smooth, bulging center of her seamed mound.
"Thatta boy," she nodded. "Push now, and your finger'll be inside me."
"Ooooooh!" he gasped, enjoying the pressure he was applying as the tip of his finger slowly parted her outer labia, and then her inner labia.
Judy writhed closer. Her legs and thighs were rubbing against his, and her fingers were starting a slow, steady movement from the root of his throbbing organ all the way up to his glans.
"That's more like it, you gorgeous hunk of man," Judy said.
The perspiration beaded heavily on her forehead. She was actually enjoying herself. Christ! It had been years since Judy had really enjoyed doing this. "Now I'm really going to pump this cock for you."
"The hell with that," he snapped. "It's time for me to start crawling into that tight twat of yours."
Judy saw the determination on Lenny's face and knew there was no stopping him, now. At first she was afraid he'd attempt to penetrate her with his cock before making certain her inner channel was well-lubed. But she needn't have worried. Lenny thrust his fingers into the wet prize of her seething cunt, moving them back and forth, back and forth, until he was certain her womanly well was thoroughly greased. Even then. he continued sliding his fingers in and out of her.
"Oooooooh! Yes, yes, yes!" Judy gasped, writhing on the bed as his fingers worked back and forth inside her. "Keep doing that, keep doing that! Frig me! Frig me! Frig me!"
She thrashed and twisted, her head falling back and slamming against the mattress. Judy wasn't used to being worked over so delightfully. Hell! This was one of those freaks who got his kicks from making sure a woman came. Shit! She wished all men were like him. This guy was really something special.
The fingers seemed to reach deeper and deeper into her quaking box, making her churn all the faster. Oooooh! He was fabulous.
Lenny felt fiery blasts of heat shuddering through his loins. He noticed despite the throes of rapture Judy was enjoying, she had not once let go of his throbbing cock. He pounded his thighs up to meet her stroking hand, his own ass bouncing violently on the bed, making the springs protest more loudly than usual.
"Are you ... uhhh ... sure you won't ... uhhh ... come off in my hand?" Judy asked. "Hell! When those ... ooooh ... nuts of yours ... ahhhh ... finally pop, I want ... ohhhh ... that cock of yours inside me'"
"Yeah!" Lenny grunted. . "I figure you want the same thing,"
By telling her he was unable to come from merely having his chain jerked, Lenny had been truthful. Judy was still wondering about it, though. After all, it was possible he'd told it to her to see if her hand was capable of making him come. There were a lot of men who settled for a simple jerking off. She was giving him his chance to tell her whether or not he wanted to have his wienie pulled.
"Don't you worry," Lenny grunted, shoving his fingers deeper into Judy's slushy box. "I got no intention of popping my load in your fist, baby. I'm coming in your cunt or your mouth."
Judy sighed, squeezing his cock a bit more tightly, rubbing the penis up and down, increasing the friction, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before this wonderful cock rammed its way into her body. Yes, and this time she had a feeling she was also going to come. It had been a long time since the last one.
"Squeeze my cunt lips with your fingers," she begged. "Squeeze them, and squeeze them hard. I can't wait for you to sock that hard cock of yours into my pussy. At the same time I want you to grab my ass-cheeks with both hands and squeeze. Jam my cunt with your fingers right now, because when that big prick of yours finally fits itself inside me, there'll be no room for your fingers. Ooooooh! The way you touch me is fabulous. I'm hotter than a Roman candle."
Abruptly, Judy sat up on the squeaking bed. In a swift, single movement, she sprawled alongside Lenny. Her hand remained firmly wrapped around his pulsing prick, but there was no way Lenny was able to keep his hands touching Judy's genitalia. But the moment she was lying beside him, he forced his fingers between her thighs as she sighed, "Ahhhhh! Yes! Yes! Just what I need. Some nice cuntal massage."
Lenny sadistically slapped his open palm against the pouting lips of her shuddering vagina, smacking her cunt again and again. On the last wallop, his finger snaked itself between the sucking cunt lips, probing deep into the well so many other drills had plumbed. But Lenny didn't care how many times this hole had been used. The important thing was, he was the one using it, now.
Judy threw herself against the balding man, burning her lips against his throat and shoulders. For the first time he was able to appreciate the pressure of her small, firm, pillowy breasts as they rubbed against his hairy chest. God! Her nipples seemed to cut into his flesh, making him quiver. Judy rolled onto his body, forcing him flat on his back as her taut nipples traced a path of fire across his chest.
"Ohhhh ... yeeeeaaahhh..." he gasped, urging her to continue. Do that, do that, push those tits of yours against me, just like you're doing. Oh Christ! You have nice, long, spiky nipples."
"They need a little attention, themselves," Judy told him, squirming until she had inched up to where her breasts were rubbing against his face. "I think your face and my breasts will both love the attention each can give the other."
Lenny smiled and replied by taking her nipple between his lips. He began fiercely sucking and pulling on the teat. Judy looked down, noting how he closed his eyes, fully enjoying the "taste sensations" as his lips worked back and forth across the extended bud. By twisting sideways a little, Judy managed to interpose a bare knee between Lenny's thighs, and she began rubbing and massaging his balls. She tugged his hand from between her own thighs and brought it up to massage the mammary his mouth was not yet working on. Lenny immediately began massaging the small, solid tit, making it swell as he used a slow kneading motion. This seemed to make her nipple enlarge all the more, and it spiked into the palm of his hand as he massaged in ever-growing circles. At the same time, his mouth sucked in more and more of her other breast until Lenny had sucked in every last bit of tit. Her nipple rubbed into the back of his throat as his teeth chewed into her flesh, his mouth opening and closing around the bloated bit of mammarial flesh. Feeling so much tit in his mouth at one time thrilled Lenny beyond reason. And Judy, seeing how much he was enjoying himself, knew her success that night was assured. Her pussy was not totally free, and though she ached to have his fingers back inside, Judy knew it was cock-time. She wormed her bare pelvis against his groin until the long, heated slit of her sexy cunt came into contact with the length of his cock.
"Ungghh ... uunnnnggghhh ... " she groaned, moving her groin back and forth against his body. Her hand was no longer clutching his cock as it slid between her pouting labia, running lengthwise through the seething crack. She moved back and forth a half dozen times, and eventually his penile point was trapped between her labia, in the tight, narrow hole.
"Now," Judy whispered softly, her voice above him since his face was buried against her bosom. "Now you can feel my pussy with your cock, can't you. Yes, you can feel my cunt the way a man is supposed to feel a woman's cunt. Let me work that head into me just a little bit, now ... just a little ... unnnnnggghhh..."
Lenny felt the delightful pressure of her lubricated labia close around his throbbing glans and pushed, himself. The stem of his anxious cock pushed the red knob into the heated center of her sucking cunt. Unable to wait, Lenny rammed, and the entire length of his throbbing cock slammed itself into the tight, sucking depths of her delightful cunt. He experienced the marvelous sensation of having her taut, inner walls surround every last inch of his pulsating prick.
"OooooH!" Judy gasped. "Oh damn it! Now you've done it! I love the way the entire length of your cock fits into me, but can you keep from coming, just a little while? Oh God! God! I can tell you're gonna blow your nuts any moment now that you're inside me."
Judy's thighs tightened around the man as she rolled onto her back, pressing Lenny's face against her bosom, feeling her entire mammary still engulfed in his eagerly sucking mouth. Her nipple was throbbing against the back of his throat, digging into his esophagus. Not that it was thick enough to do any damage, but she remembered all the times men had shoved cocks down her throat, trying to strangle her the exact same way she was cramming her nipple into Lenny's throat. His teeth were sinking deeper and deeper into her breast, making her writhe with pain. But before surrendering that pain, she was willing to lose her breast. God! His mouth felt so good.
Slowly, very slowly, his mouth opened wider and slid off her breast, and Judy felt tingling sensations building more and more quickly in her body. This time she was going to come and come quickly. Christ! There was really something special about this dude.
"Come on, Judy," he gasped. "Start riding, baby. Let me have every inch of your sweet cunt."
"I'm ... uhhhh ... almost ready to ... ooooh ... come!" she gasped.
"Go on, come! I'm near the top, myself. I'm gonna fill that sweet twat of yours very soon, now. Oh God!
Come on and fuck, already."
"You're ... uhhhh ... the boss..." she gasped. "Now hold on for a short, wild ride, baby. Just lie there and let Little Judy do all the work, honey. Christ! I knew you were ... uhhhh ... hot, but God! I'm coming, too."
Her body rose and fell against Lenny's with new, avid, fervor. The bedsprings beneath them squeaked loudly, and each time their bellies came together there was a loud "splat!! ! " echoing throughout the room.
"This is just what little Judy needs," she gasped. "Oh sock it to me, you loving bastard!" she screamed, and the slender weight of her body slammed continually againt his pelvis, driving the full length of his anxious penis into the depths of her hungry cunt.
"Oh boy! Wow! Get ready, honey! Here it comes! I'm really coming. YYYYYEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHH! UUUHHHH! FASTERRRRRR . ... "
"Stick it into me, lover!" she gasped, on the brink of her own satisfaction. "Cram it all into my aching cunt! Feed every last bit of it to me! I want all you got!"
Lenny strained upward, cramming his thick, taut member into the deepest recesses of her throbbing, steaming flesh. Hot wads of gummy sperm blasted from his glans as he let out one ecstatic shout after another. Judy never stopped bouncing, even after she felt the flooding issue wash her vaginal walls. She churned and rotated her pelvis again and again breathing faster and faster, until she shouted "EEEEEYYYYIIII!" and suddenly fell heavily forward, her dilated muscles sucking on his penis coming wildly all over the place, feeling thrills she'd almost forgotten rampage through her body.
And then she lay there, unable to move. Eventually she rolled off. Lenny was fast asleep. Quickly she dressed, found his pants, took the money from his wallet, and hurriedly left.
CHAPTER TWO
Young Miriam Marks was terribly worried. It wasn't like her daddy to stay out all night. She was glad this was Saturday, and there was no school. She'd never have been able to go to school wondering what had happened to her father.
Miriam was a dainty little thing, with jet black hair and soft white skin. She was a little on the thin side, and her breasts had only started developing. She wore simple print dresses that came to her knees, cinched in the waist with the same black vinyl belt. Today, after taking her morning shower and braiding her lustrous black hair, she had put on a green print dress. Miriam had wanted to make breakfast, but with her father not yet home, she was unable to eat.
She felt a sense of relief when the door to their small, three-room apartment opened, and her father finally came staggering in. He had bruises on his face.
"Daddy!" Miriam said, aghast at the sight of her father looking so disheveled and whipped. "What happened?"
She led him into the small kitchen to the left of the front door and sat him at the tan, rectangular, beat-up kitchen table while she hurried to the bathroom, found a first-aid kit, and returned. Then she quickly began daubing merthiolate on his cuts after washing his bruises.
"Didn't you pay Mr. West the last of the money you owed him?" she asked, her voice a mincing, precise, almost squeaky voice.
"Lost it," was all he was willing to say to her. "Lost it before I was able to pay him. His boys beat on me a little to remind me not to be late with any additional payments. Either I give him three hundred and thirty six dollars by this afternoon, or I get another beating, and the ante goes up another twenty percent by next week."
"But what can we do?" Miriam asked. "You don't have three hundred and thirty six dollars."
"I'll have to use the rent money," he told her.
"Father," Miriam chastised in her precise voice. "You can't."
Going to a small-shelf above the kitchen sink, she took down a pair of large, round eyeglasses and put them on. She was very nearsighted.
"I have to," Lenny Marks told his daughter.
"But the rent money doesn't cover half of what we owe Mr. West. Maybe if I went over and talked to him."
"That won't do any good," Lenny told his daughter, shaking his head. "Sheldon West wants money, not talk. I'm going to the race track today and see if I can bet the money on a winner. Maybe then I'll have enough to pay West off, and pay the rent, as well."
Miriam argued with her father for more than an hour, but at the end of that time saw it was no use. Hp was determined.
Not having a mother had made Miriam grow up quickly in many ways. She decided if her father had to bet, it might be best if she found out which horse had the best chance of winning. Then she'd tell her father, he'd make the bet, and possibly win. One thing was certain, and that was, her doing nothing kept the odds astronomically high against her father. No, she'd hurry down to the racetrack and talk to someone who might know.
CHAPTER THREE
Perhaps it was the glasses, or perhaps it was her precise voice, but when she found the paddock area to the racetrack, Miriam was admitted because the gatekeeper thought she was the wife of one of the jockeys. Everything smelled of horses. The stench of manure was all over the place. Yet Miriam Marks didn't flinch. She had to do something for her father, and she had to do it in a hurry.
At this time of the morning the place was very busy as the trainers were getting horses ready for the races, later in the day. Miriam wandered from stall to stall, watching the horses being brushed, rubbed, and pampered. One or two horses had their feet in buckets of hot water.
"Hey, kid, what're you doing here?" a voice finally asked.
Miriam turned and found herself facing an adult male exactly one inch taller than herself. He was young, in his twenties, with good-looking features, though he did have ears which stuck out a mile on either side of his head. He was dressed in slacks, a white shirt, and a gray sport coat.
"I have to talk to someone who knows about horse racing," she said, her hands folded in front of her as she stared the man right in the eye. Her lipstick made her look much older.
"Yeah, well you shouldn't be here. This place is reserved for the jockeys and the trainers."
"I still need to talk to someone," Miriam insisted.
"Yeah, well I suppose I know as much about horses as anyone here," the man told her. "I'm rooming at a motel across the street from the racetrack. Suppose you come over with me."
"Fine," Miriam nodded, totally naive as any twelve-year-old girl might be.
"My friends call me Rumpy," the man told her. "I'm the leading jockey here, at the moment. I've ridden more winners than anyone else."
He led her out of the paddock area, then away from the racetrack, across the street, and into a unit on the ground floor of the Hialeah Motel. Once inside, Rumpy locked the door and motioned for Miriam to sit on the lone bed in the room; a bed big enough to sleep ten like him. There were two night tables on either side of the bed, the same color as the bed's headboard. And there was a huge dresser with a mirror on the other side of the room.
Rumpy pulled a chair over and sat near Miriam, eyeing her, not aware she was a mere twelve-years-old, but hot for her little body. As a little man, he found it difficult to find women his own size. Most of the women he paid to get into bed were much taller than he, and as a result, always made him feel inferior, as if he was doing something not quite right.
"I want to know which horses you think might win today," Miriam said, very innocently.
Rumpy laughed, saying, "Everyone who comes down here wants to know that."
"You don't understand," Miriam told him, totally unruffled. "This is for my father." And she proceeded to explain Lenny Marks's predicament.
All the while she talked, Rumpy let his eyes wander over her trim little form again and again. Miriam had no idea why he was looking at her so strangely. The girl had never been taught the facts of life. In school, she was a loner, never hanging around with other kids, and though they might have babbled about sex, she never listened. Miriam was a pure innocent.
When she finished talking, Rumpy nodded, then took off his sport coat and said, "Look ... say what's your name, anyway?"
"Miriam," she replied, blushing, her rouged cheeks even redder.
"Yeah, well look, Miriam, I sympathize with you, but I'd be a liar if I said I know for sure which horses will win. I know which horses stand the best chance of winning. These are the horses you go across the board on, because even if they don't win, there's still a likelihood of coming in second or third, so you at least get to keep the money you've bet."
"Oh that'd be fine," Miriam nodded.
"Sure, for you. But tell me, Miriam, what's in it for me?"
The young girl stared at him for a moment, realizing she had nothing to offer him. This was a quandary. She was asking for a favor, but had no way to return it.
"I really don't have anything to offer you," she told him in a quietly meek voice.
"Ah, but you do," he replied, and Miriam's heart leaped for joy. There was a way she might be able to help her daddy.
"What can I offer you?" she asked.
"Your body," the man replied, simply, certain she knew what he was taking about.
"Well gosh, what do you want with my body?" she asked. "I mean, I can't exactly give it away. I need it."
For the first time it occurred to Rumpy he might be dealing with someone other than a mature female. Her voice was so adult-sounding until that moment. Hell! The last thing he wanted was to go up on a morals charge.
"Hey, how old are you, anyway?" he asked.
Miriam instantly understood he believed her to be much older. It was a natural mistake for a man of his height. She also knew if she told him her real age, he might laugh at her and tell her to go away. After all, girls her age weren't supposed to have anything to do with horse racing.
"Old enough," she insisted. "Look, I don't know why you might want to use my body, or how, but if it'll help my father, I'm willing to do almost anything."
"It might hurt a little," he told her.
"Well I can take it if it hurts ... a little," she insisted. "Just what do you want me to do?"
Rumpy was unable to believe what he was hearing. This was too good to be true. At last, he was going to fuck a female his own height. He'd fuck her in the ass, though. That was where he fucked all the full-grown women, because their ass-holes were tighter than their cunts. And this one, being his own height, was sure to have an even tighter ass-hole. Hell! That was why he was nicknamed Rumpy. He loved fucking into a rump. And if this girl didn't really know anything about fucking, well it was going to be his pleasure to teach her. Hell! It was his sacred duty.
"Have you ever seen a prick?" he asked.
"A what?" Miriam wanted to know.
"You know, a prick, a cock, a penis."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Miriam told him, suddenly feeling a little scared.
"One of these," he told her, pulling down his zipper and suddenly whipping out a three inch erection.
Miriam stared down at the penis, suddenly very curious. No, she had never seen anything like that in her entire life.
"Gee, what's that?" she asked.
"This," he told her, "is a prick, or a cock, or any of a lot of different names. It's made this way because it's supposed to fit inside a woman's snatch or her ass."
"Her what?"
"Her vagina, or her rectum. For a guy my size, this is considered a nice, big prick. Full-grown men have one twice as long, or even longer. Well, if you want me to get some info for you, you'll have to let me fit this thing somewhere inside you."
"I ... uhhhh ... don't know," Miriam said, backing away, the idea suddenly frightening her.
"Hey, come on," he told her. "Most women learn to love it. Now you said you were old enough, so I'd love to spread-eagle you on your back and pump this cock into you."
Rumpy was feeling hotter and hotter, and knew there was no way he was going to let this girl out of his room without fucking her somewhere. Hell! It'd be pretty dumb for him to let her go around telling everyone how he had shown her his cock. Once he had it sunk into her, she'd never have the nerve to tell anyone. And one of the good things about fucking in the ass was there not being any pregnancy risks.
"Look, Mr. uhhhh ... Rumpy, maybe we'd better forget the whole thing," Miriam said.
"You come in here, shaking that pretty little ass of yours toward me, asking me for help, and then you tell me to forget the whole thing? Well maybe I'll forget it
... but not until after you do what I want, dig?"
Rumpy moved closer to Miriam, and she backed away, once again sitting on the bed, staring at the penis as if she were a bird being hypnotized by a snake.
"Please, Mr. Rumpy, I don't want any trouble..."
"And I don't want to give you trouble," Rumpy replied. "I want to give you the names of nine possible winners. Certainly seven of the nine will come in the money. But before I give you those names, I want to give you this cock between my legs. Honey, it's harder than a hammer and needs a wall massage. The question is, will it be massaged by the walls of your cunt or the walls of your ass. Now I can fuck you with all your clothes on, you sweet girl, or you can be smart and take them off."
Miriam didn't answer for a moment as a thoughtful expression crossed her face. Obviously there was no way she was going to leave this room until the short man did what he wanted. He had said something about other women enjoying having it done. Well! There was a possibility she'd also enjoy it. And if he said she was better off taking off her clothes, he might be right. After all, she didn't want her clothing torn or stained. Sighing, she decided the wisest course was to do what this man wanted, and then hope he'd keep his word about giving her the names of the horses she needed.
"Okay," Miriam nodded. "I'll do what you want. But if you want me to take my clothes off, you have to do the same thing. I mean, you might grab all my things and run out the door, and then I'd be stranded here."
"That's better, kiddo," Rumpy told her, opening his shirt. "You're a pretty smart kid, all right. I'll bet you twist all those big college guys around your little finger, huh."
He was nervous, talking, trying to make her admit she was old enough for this. As long as he didn't know she was under-age, he'd be able to fuck her.
"Well," Miriam smiled, undoing her blouse, "I really don't have very much to do with those boys."
When her hands went to her glasses to remove them, Rumpy said, "No! Leave those glasses on. They give you a nice, mature look. Honey, you're just not used to meeting a man who knows what he wants. Well this time you're going to find out. And Rumpy always keeps his word. When we walk out of here, I'll get those names for you."
Miriam hadn't bothered with an undershirt that morning. Under her opaque white blouse, she wore nothing. And the sight of her budding breasts made the jockey salivate all the more. Her small nipples, growing nicely, were a rich pink, surrounded by small, quarter-sized aureoles. Her breasts were already round, and the flesh was firm enough to keep the nipples pointing straight ahead. In later years, her breasts would swell nicely, and the nipples would tilt up. But for now, each breast looked like a flesh-colored pasty with a pink nipple surrounded by a small haloed roseate. Rumpy was willing to accept her breasts as those of a woman whose body might never develop further. He had to in order to think of Miriam as full-grown.
Walking over to her, he wrapped his arms around her bare back, pressing his own naked, hairy chest against hers. For Miriam it was an interesting experience. She should have detested what the man was doing, but didn't. Oddly, she even liked him a little. After all, he was good-looking, despite his ears looking like the rear doors of a Lincoln Continental wide open. Though he was full-grown, his face still had the roundness of a little boy.
Abruptly, he leaned down and picked her up, hoisting her in his arms. He was surprisingly strong, holding her with one arm under her behind, and the other arm beneath her back. She had thought to put a little cologne on behind her ears, as other girls in school did, and Rumpy took the scent to be an expensive perfume. His eyes remained glued to the firm, small swells of her youthful breasts, and Miriam wondered what there was about her small bosom to fascinate the man.
She remained calm, though her heart was beating faster. Miriam liked being held by Rumpy, feeling his breath on her throat.
"Do you do things like this with a lot of girls?" she asked.
"You're the first one my size," he told her. "I always do things like this with full-grown women. They always make fun of the size of my cock, because it isn't as big as those attached to some guy six feet tall."
"Well, gee, I've never seen another cock before. I have no idea how big they're supposed to be. But I'd sure never make fun of what you have."
"Yeah, I know," he nodded. "You're a nice kid, Miriam. Hey, maybe you'd like to be my girl, huh?"
Miriam wanted to say something about being too young to be anyone's girl, but knew she'd spoil the whole thing by admitting her age. Instead, she smiled and said, "Well, maybe. I mean, you do seem like a nice guy in spite of all this."
"Hey, come on, now," he told her, hugging her to him. "It isn't as if I'm asking for something some other guy doesn't want. You're a pretty girl. I'm willing to give you what you want. But it's only fair you give me some of what I want. Hey, I'll bet this is the first time you've ever done something like this with anyone. Well gee, sure it is. You didn't even know what a cock was until I showed you mine."
"Don't you think you should put me down now?" she asked.
"In a minute," he told her, smiling. He shook her body, and her shoes fell from her feet, clumping onto the floor. "Come on, now, don't act so surprised about all this. It's done all the time, by the nicest people."
"My father doesn't do things like this."
"Sure he does," Rumpy told her. "If he didn't, you wouldn't have been born. I mean, if I were to stick my cock in your cunt and shoot a load, you might become pregnant, too, unless you took some kind of precautions. But I won't do something like that to you. I like you too much to risk making you pregnant. So I'll fuck you in the ass."
"Are you sure it'll be all right, after?" Miriam asked.
"Positive," he nodded.
He sat on the bed, still holding her.
"Is this where you sleep?" she asked.
"Yes," he nodded. "Hey, tell me something, do you sleep in a nightgown?"
"No," she said, shaking her head.
"Hey, I knew it. You sleep in the raw, just like I do. Tell me, do you play with yourself?"
"Huh?"
"No, I guess you don't. I have to play with myself some nights. I have to pull on my cock until I shoot that jizz inside me. It really isn't much fun, but it sure does relieve me."
With her rump in his lap, he writhed his hips back on the bed until he was sitting in the middle of it. Then he lowered his arms so her feet and head were resting on the mattress, while her ass-cheeks and lower spine still rubbed against his thighs.
Miriam lay there, wondering what he had in mind. He had said something about doing something to her behind, and she wondered just what he'd meant by the word "fuck."
Her daddy had made many sacrifices for her, so Miriam decided it was time she do something for him. Besides, the door was locked, and there really was no way for her to get out of the room. Even if she were able to leave, she'd never do so until her blouse was back on. Besides, deep down, she wondered if she really wanted to get away. She liked Rumpy more and more.
"I like your body," Rumpy told her, letting his palms smoothly run over her breasts again and again as she lay there. "I don't like big tits. I like them small, firm, and compact, like your tits. And even if your legs are a little skinny, well all you need is to eat enough to put some meat on your bones, and you'll look terrific.
Miriam was unable to keep herself from smiling. Much of Rumpy's talk was to hide the fact that he was just as nervous as she. Gosh! She hadn't expected a full-grown man to act like such a kid in spite of the adult way he was playing with her. At least she assumed it was an adult way, from what he had told her.
Gee! She was sure learning a lot, today. Rumpy had explained how babies were made, and everything. No wonder there were so many babies always being born. People seemed to like doing what was necessary to make them. Well, that's what Rumpy said, anyway.
His hand was rubbing her throat, making her wriggle a little. It tickled. His palms rubbed her breasts again, massaging the pink nipples, making them stand solidly. His fingers pulled on the nipples again and again, making them thicker and longer as blood continued filling the little sacs inside.
"I like that," she told him, smiling at him.
It was the first time Rumpy had noticed Miriam smile, and his whole world seemed to light up. Hell! He really had to get to know this girl.
"Yeah," he smiled down at her. "I like a girl with small, firm tits. You don't need a bra. That's good. Makes it easier to get to these great titties."
Mmmmmm, Miriam thought. His hands really feel great. It's so soothing.
Then his hand worked under the band of her skirt, rubbing her bare belly, feeling the smooth texture of her flesh, there. Her stomach was hard and flat, and as smooth as textured satin. His fingertips fluttered lower, moving against the slight depression of her navel.
Mirian found her breath getting heavier and heavier. She liked Rumpy's touch. It made everything inside her flutter. And each time his hands swept up to touch her breasts, her nostrils flared.
"You're terrific," he told her. "Miriam, I have to fuck you, honey. I just have to. Can you understand that?"
"Not really," she said, looking back at him, her eyes looking all the wider because she was still wearing her large, round glasses.
"You will in time," he assured her. "For now, I want to play some more with your tits. I know they're not big, but they're really terrific."
His hands ran over them again and again, and each time his palms caressed them, Miriam gasped a little, breathing a bit heavier, anxious to feel him touch her even more heavily.
Rumpy's eyes wandered over the small hillocks of her budding breasts, continually adoring the rich bounty he had uncovered.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhh," he gasped. "Those are the sweetest tits I've ever touched. Jesus! I'm glad I met you, Miriam. You're going to make life so much more bearable for me, from now on."
Even though Miriam had been forced to uncover her breasts at first, Rumpy's continual compliments continued feeding her youthful ego. She was smiling wider and wider, and it made him happy to know she was enjoying this seduction.
His fingers continually tweaked the rich, pink nipples, making them shudder and swell continually. Her firm, youthful flesh excited him more and more, and he nervously continued teasing the buds of both nipples, until the movements of his palms seemed frenzied. He paused and even rubbed the sharp edge of a fingernail lightly across her extended right nipple, making Miriam gasp. But her outcry was not one of pain. Rather it was a combination of surprise and delight. Miriam sighed, humming, and asking, "Gee, what are you doing to me, Mr. Rumpy?"
"Not Mr. Rumpy," he corrected, "just Rumpy. And all I'm doing is making certain you enjoy this. I mean, you aren't used to anything like this, and it'll take your body a little while to accustom itself to everything. So I'm trying to make you feel everything intensely, so you'll understand what it is I want to do, and why, when I do it. Okay?"
He rolled her off his lap onto the middle of the huge bed, then leaped off the bed and stared down at her, gazing at her half-naked loveliness. The movement of rolling her off him had caused her short skirt to hike up a little, but not high enough. Her panties weren't visible. But the top of her was bare, and it was always a pleasure to return his eyes to her small tits.
"I think you should take your skirt off," he told her, and his hands went to his belt. He undid it as she sat up and unzipped her skirt. Then she got to her feet and tugged the skirt down, and he let his pants drop. His little erection was still sticking out of his underpants, and he noticed Miriam occasionally stared at it.
Miriam felt heat continuing to blast through her as she gazed at the phallic pudendum. It was something truly interesting. In all her twelve years she had never seen a part of the female body that resembled that masculine appendage. Later in life, she would discover her clitoris was a mini-penis, but at that moment, Miriam was totally fascinated by the penile extension. In spite of Rumpy claiming it was small compared to that of full-grown men, she considered his three inches long enough. His penis was certainly thick enough. It had to be nearly two thirds as broad as it was long.
When Miriam turned to put her skirt on a nearby chair, Rumpy was treated to a view of her perfectly defined back muscles. He also watched the tips of her breasts quiver. It was amazing how high up they were set on her body. Rumpy was so used to seeing dangling boobs. The sight of them heated him up even more, making him that much more anxious to fuck her.
"There," she said. "My skirt's off. Okay?"
"Well, you ought to remove your panties, too."
For some reason this last request seemed to bother Miriam. Instead of complying, she sat on the bed, with her back against the headboard. Her feet were drawn up, and her arms were wrapped around her shins, covering everything as her legs clamped together and her breasts were almost totally hidden.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Rumpy asked.
"Gee, I don't know. My dad always told me never to show that part of me to any man. Not even him."
"Honey, honey, the panties have to come off. In order for me to fuck you. Otherwise, I'd have to drill a hole in the panties. You don't want that, do you?"
"Well, no, I guess not. Look, you keep talking about fucking me. What do you mean?"
"It's a lot of fun," he replied. "After I get you nice and warmed up, I push my pecker, my cock, into either your cunt or your ass-hole. Since we don't want to risk your becoming pregnant, we'll use your ass-hole. It hurts a little, at first, but after awhile you'll love it, just as much as I love it. Honest, Miriam."
She saw the pleading look in his eyes, and Miriam knew she would do this for this man she had never known before today. There was something special about him; something that made her like him very much. He was treating her like an adult, and not like a kid, the way all the other men she knew behaved around her. His eyes kept wandering over the shape of her buttocks and thighs, and for some reason Miriam liked being looked at.
"Have you fucked a lot of women?" she asked.
"A few," he admitted. "Why?"
"I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing."
"Oh that! Sure, I know. Don't worry."
"Okay!" she nodded. "I'll let you fuck me, but remember, you have to do that favor for me, after."
"I promise," he agreed, stripping off his undershorts.
"Gosh, Rumpy, what is that funny little sac hanging down behind your prick. I mean, I've seen something like that on dogs, but never on a man."
"Those are my balls," he told her. "That's where ail that stuff that makes babies is manufactured," he told her. "And when I don't get to fuck a woman for a long time, I either have to play with myself, or my balls start to hurt like crazy. If you were to walk out of here now, I'd have the world's greatest pain."
"Heck, I don't want that to happen," Miriam told him.
Stretching out, she let him see her white panties with the blue floral design. They were skimpy, bikini panties, covering her vaginal split, though letting him see the puffy lips on either side. A very, very light ring of delicate hair was starting to form on Miriam's mons. Had her hair not been so dark, the fuzz on her mons would have gone unnoticed.
Miriam stood on the floor again, and in a quick, deft movement, slipped her underpants off. She was now totally naked, and Rumpy realized she was not yet a full-grown person. But at this point he was too far gone to back off. He had to fuck her, even if it was only her ass. God! She had such a nice body. She looked so erotic to him as she returned to the bed, sitting there, waiting for him to make the next move.
"You're really beautiful," he told her, and for the first time, Rumpy meant what he said. He was falling in love with a very young girl, dumb as it sounded. He wanted to do all kinds of things to her body, but he wanted to do them out of love.
"I'll bet you say that to all those other women, too," Miriam replied, blushing, once again reaching to take her glasses off.
"Don't do that," he pleaded. "You look so much sexier with them on. Honest!"
Seeing the look in the man's eyes, Miriam was first starting to appreciate her body. She'd had no idea men were so affected by the female figure. When she went to the beach with her father, and she saw boys staring at other girls in bathing suits, she had always been certain it was the bathing suit attracting the attention of the boys. Now, for the first time, she was learning males looked at female bodies, and what the female bodies wore either enhanced or detracted from their appearance.
In one morning, she was getting a very important lesson on life. Miriam intended remembering everything she learned today. Now, totally naked, she lay back, stretching her body with her arms above her head, making her pert breasts pull up, causing Rumpy to lick his chops with anticipation. Once again he wondered if he might have misjudged her age. First he had believed her to be in her mid to late teens. Then he believed she might be in her early teens. Now she was acting seductive, and he wondered if she might not be older than his second guess.
Feeling bolder, Rumpy said, "You know, there are a lot of ways a girl can make a guy come."
"Come?"
"Shoot the stuff made in his balls. I mean, I could fuck you in the ass. But if you came while I was fucking you there before I did, then my cock in there might become annoying."
"You mean I can come if you put that cock in my rectum?"
"Sure, honey. Lot of women have anal climaxes."
"Well, so what if I come first?"
"If that happens, I'll have to pull out of your ass because it'll get very, very sensitive in there."
"Well, gee, what will you do then? Will you put it in my vagina?"
"I told you I don't want to take a chance on making you pregnant. But if you want, you can suck on my cock."
"Hey, you have to be kidding. Why would I do a thing like that, especially after you took it out of my rectum."
"You're nice and clean back there, aren't you?"
"I suppose," she admitted. "I always wash myself out with a washcloth after, well, you know..."
"So? And what's more, if you do suck my cock, then if we ever get together again, I'll lick you down there with my tongue. You'll love it. Believe me."
The mere idea of a hot, wet tongue slurping through her vagina made Miriam shudder with her newfound heat. She realized her body was starting to boil and sizzle. The girl trembled with anticipation. Abruptly, a spasm of fire seemed to burn its way through Miriam, and she felt jets of sticky water suddenly shoot from her vagina, all over her thighs. Rumpy saw her clamp her thighs together, and when she relaxed a little, he saw her glistening juices.
"My gosh!" he told her. "You just had your first orgasm. Did you ever feel anything like that in your life before?"
"No," Miriam gasped, sitting up, clinging tightly to the naked jockey. "No, I've never felt anything like that before, and it scares me."
"Hey, didn't it feel good?" he asked.
"I suppose," Miriam acknowledged. "It's just that it felt so different."
"You just relax," he told her. "Lie back. The next one will probably be a lot stronger. Gosh, you're one sensuous girl. Very, very few women can come just from being touched and looked at. You're terrific."
And before Miriam realized what was happening, his lips came down on hers, kissing her, lightly pressing her mouth open, and then attacking them with strong pressure. Miriam wanted to protest, but the man's tongue suddenly thrust into her mouth, and she realized she liked it. Ooooooh! She liked it a lot. Her own tongue lay there for a moment, not knowing what to do, but after awhile, her tongue began lapping his, responding. And soon it was following his tongue into his mouth.
Miriam clung tightly to the young jockey, feeling her breasts rub against his chest. Her nipples sensed heat they had never known before. All this was so new, so different, and so wonderful.
After a few moments, Miriam felt herself being lowered to the bed again. And then Rumpy's mouth was dipping lower, sucking her right nipple. The pressure of his tongue against the pink bud made her tremble and gasp. She had no idea anything felt so good. Shuddering, Miriam lay there, letting her body absorb the million delights coursing through it. His tongue moved from her right breast to her left nipple, and soon both rubbery points looked as if they had been spit-shined.
Miriam's arms were around his neck, holding his face close to her body, and she felt the heat trembling through him.
"Are you sick?" she asked. "Do you feel all right?"
"I'm okay," he assured her. "Hey," he asked, "would you like to touch my cock before I put it inside you?"
"I-I ... uhhhh ... don't know..." she hesitated.
"Hey, there's nothing to be afraid of. It can't bite or anything."
He was seated on the edge of the bed, with his buttocks near her side. On an impulse, Miriam reached down, gripped the penis, and gasped, "My gosh! That's hot, that's really hot! How can you stand to have anything that hot attached to you?"
"Hey," he assured her, "You're just as hot as I am. Look!"
Before she quite knew what he was doing, his hand pressed against the pouting lips of her pussy cunt, and suddenly a finger snaked inside, working its way in and out. It moved in, feeling a lot of fleshy resistance. Miriam was exceedingly tight inside, and though Rumpy's middle finger was narrower than most, it still had difficulty pushing in. Even so, Miriam felt a painful thrill shoot through her, and she ached to have the finger push its way even deeper into her. Each time the finger slid in, she humped her pussy up, as if urging him to drive the finger deeper. But Rumpy was careful about pushing his finger into her, realizing she had a hymen that would cause a lot of pain were it torn.
The finger continued moving in and out, and his thumb pressed against her clitoris. In the meanwhile, her own hand gripped Rumpy's cock all the more tightly, and without realizing it, Miriam was jerking the penis up and down.
"God!" Rumpy gasped. "You're wet in there. You're really wet. I've never known a woman to get this wet."
"Is that bad?" she asked.
"Heck, no! The wetter, the better. Look, I want you to let go of my cock and roll over on your belly, okay?"
Miriam was in no condition to argue with the man any longer. If that was what he wanted, that was what she'd do for him. Everything he did seemed to make her feel good. Her body was becoming more and more aroused under his control.
"You're ... uhhhh ... sure you want me on my belly?" she asked, as he withdrew his finger from her craving vagina.
"Yeah," he nodded. "It's the best way."
Turning over, she lay before him with the dome-shaped thrust of her buttocks exposed to his hungry eyes. Miriam lay with her face pressed into the pillows, knowing whatever Rumpy did, in the long run she would enjoy it.
"Even your buttocks are beautiful," he whispered.
Miriam blushed, not knowing what to reply. Yet she appreciated the compliment.
"I think it'd be easier if you got up on your knees," he told her, getting onto the bed on his knees.
Miriam rose to her knees, feeling a little uncomfortable with her buttocks waving so freely. Turning her head, she looked behind her and saw him moving closer to her, his hard cock jutting out like a signpost.
"Now I want you to completely relax," he told her, running his hands lightly over her buttocks. "Remember, if you tighten up, it'll really hurt. Stay relaxed, and the hurt'll go away very quickly, and you'll like what I'm doing to you."
"Are you going to do it, now?" she asked.
"Yes," he nodded. "I'm going to cram it into your ass-hole. If you kind of push, you know, as if you were trying to force something out, it'll fit in easier."
'This feels so positively indecent," she giggled.
"Believe me," he assured her, "it's better this way than my going in the front way. This way, there's no hymen to break. All we have to do is stretch your rectal walls a little. And believe me, you'll like it just as much as if it was in your cunt. And seeing how fast you can come, I'm willing to bet you have one helluvan explosion before I pull my cock out."
"Do I have to suck it, afterward?"
"Only if I don't come in there."
"But what happens when you come in my mouth, afterward? I mean, do I have to swallow the stuff?"
"Gosh, no! Just wait till I finish coming, then spit the stuff out. But every woman who's ever done this for me always swallows the jizz. I don't know, but there's something about the flavor of it that most women like."
He moved closer, tugging her thighs farther apart. Then his hands reached around them into her crotch, and his finger began running up and down through the moist slot of her sex. The moment his finger touched Miriam's clitoris, the young girl tried clamping her thighs together to keep the finger locked there, but Rumpy's knees kept her from bringing her loins near one another. He rubbed her clitoris, listening to her gasp. Miriam thought she'd die if he took his finger away. No one had ever touched her in that secret place, and it felt so good. Even as she thought how much she enjoyed it, another orgasm overwhelmed her. This one was stronger than the previous one, and feeling it rocket through her body, she tensed and gasped, "AAAAANNNNGGGHHYH!"
"Jesus!" he whispered in her ear. "You really come fast. That's terrific. Now remember, relax, and push out as I push in. It'll hurt a little in the beginning, and then the pain'll go away. You'll see. And you'll come right inside your own ass."
Miriam forced her body to relax as he pressed the head of his penis between her rectal cheeks. She thrilled to the feel of his face in her hair, feeling him plaster his body to hers from face to thigh. His very weight was strangely exciting to her, and Miriam knew she was going to enjoy this in spite of what Rumpy had said about pain. His body lifted from hers as he moved his cock up and down her rectal crevice, trying to find her anal pucker. At first, he tried poking his cock in immediately, then realized there was no way the prong would fit into her until her ass-hole had been properly lubricated. So he scooped up some vaginal oil with his forefinger and began rubbing it against her ass-hole. He rubbed more and more of it against her relaxed, dime-sized button, until his fingertip actually all but slipped in.
Miriam felt the finger sliding into her anus, and forced herself to totally relax. Her body completely went limp, and soon the fingertip was moving in and out of her anus, pushing in more and more cunt oil. Soon, two thirds of his finger was inside, and Miriam had to admit it didn't hurt at all. In fact, she rather liked it. His finger was moving circularly, tugging on her anal walls, widening her hole.
"Okay, honey," he told her. "Here we go. You'll be able to take it, I know."
Miriam felt the knob being pressed to her anal opening, and then it was slowly pushing into her. Little by little it moved deeper and deeper until the entire head was inside.
"Unngghh!" she gasped, feeling a little discomfort, but no real pain. His fingers had done an excellent job of widening her interior.
"Stay relaxed," Rumpy told her. "Stay totally relaxed, and you'll learn to love it."
She felt the pressure increase as he rammed a little harder, plunging the organ a bit deeper. Yes! Yes! There was definitely a pleasurable feeling accompanying the weighty movement of his thrusting cock. One more lunge, and Miriam felt Rumpy's thighs rubbing her buttocks and knew the jockey was all the way in. Now the penis relaxed for a moment, letting her anal chamber completely adjust to its breadth.
"You ready?" he asked, gasping for breath.
"Uh huh!" she replied, too much out of breath herself to reply. The throbbing whang in her ass was feeling better with each passing second. She was going crazy with enjoyment.
He slowly pulled his tool back, until the rim of his corona was the only thing trapped by her sphincter, then slowly pushed the penis back into her. Gosh! It felt so much thicker and longer than it had looked. His missile-shaped penis filled her anus again, and at the same time his hands ran along the front of her body until they gripped her small breasts. Now, each time he spiked his throbbing organ into the tight depths of her rectum, his hands clutched her small breasts for leverage. To Miriam it felt as if the massive member was sinking deeper into her colon with every stroke.
"Faster!" she whispered to him, and Rumpy obliged by slamming his throbbing cock into her depths at greater speed. An overwhelming sense of gratuity was building in her, and the faster he pumped, the higher it built, until, without warning, it blasted through her body, making her tremble and shudder.
"UUUUUUHHHHHH ... HAAAAAHHHHH!! ! " she gasped, feeling sensation after sensation totally overwhelm her. "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "You're right! I can feel that sensation, whatever-you-called-it, blasting through me. Oh wow! It has to be the most terrific thing I've ever felt."
Rumpy continued plunging his cock in and out of her ass, but after a few more moments, Miriam began gasping, "Too much! Too much! Take it out! Please!"
Obediently, the jockey pulled his whang from her rear tract. She lay down, trying to catch her breath, and he sat with his rump near her pretty face. Her glasses were steamed with her own breath, but soon the fog dissipated. Miriam looked and saw his penis, as hard and stiff as ever, waving near her face.
"Come on!" he begged. "You have to suck it."
A half hour earlier, if anyone had suggested she might be taking this organ in her mouth, Miriam would have shrugged, not even knowing such an organ existed. After first having seen it, had she been told to suck it, she might have laughed in the man's face. Now, fully aware of the anxiety built up in Rumpy's body, the idea of sucking his penis didn't seem either funny or repulsive. It was bright red, now, though the head had a lilac cast to it.
"Do you have to come in my mouth?" she asked, realizing she was learning the jargon quickly enough.
"Maybe, if your body cools down a little, I can put it back in your ass and finish there," he said. "I'll let you decide."
"Okay," she nodded.
"Now take it into your pretty mouth, sweet Miriam. Suck it and lick it good."
Miriam felt perspiration covering her body. Rivulets were running from under her arms, coursing down her sides, and even dripping into the fuzzy nest of her pussy. She looked at Rumpy's face one more time, seeing the desperation written there, then she looked back at the shuddering penis. She felt so funny inside, almost as if she wanted to suck his instrument. Finally she accepted the fact that she did want to suck it. Opening her mouth, she closed her eyes, not wanting to see herself do this thing; at least not yet. And then her lips closed around the pulsing wand, and Miriam sensed the throbs being transmitted through her tongue to the rest of her body, and she went wild. Her lips pulled hard, and she began sucking, slurping, thrilling to the taste of his pulsing meat. Fire began building in the pit of her vagina. Oh golly! She ached! Part of her was saying she'd already had too much. Part of her was craving more.
Her mouth attacked the swelling penis as if it were a piece of sugar cane. She sucked, licked, and pulled on it, but didn't bite it, just as one didn't bite into sugar cane. Then the tight, fleshy lips of her vulva shuddered.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhhh!" Rumpy gasped. "Oh God! God! You give the best head in the world. Christ! Your mouth is fantastic."
Miriam's enjoyment knew no bounds. This was all so much more than she had expected, and it felt so much better than anything she had sensed in her wildest dreams. Her lapping tongue whirled around the jockey's penis and she sucked as if she were a vacuum cleaner. No matter how much of his cock she stuffed into her young mouth, it wasn't enough. The head just barely touched the back of her throat, and though she tried sucking it deeper, the phallus was unable to go farther into her throat and remain attached to Rumpy. Her throat made loud, slurping, noisy sounds, driving her to continue with what she was doing. Her buttocks rose and fell in direct apposition to her working mouth and face. Little by little she increased the rhythm of her sucking. At the same time her vagina became sodden, and the flowing juices began running down her thighs.
Opening her eyes, Miriam felt even more thrilled, seeing the stiff joint fill her oral opening. Looking up, she saw Rumpy's eyes on her, and knew he was even more excited being able to watch her. With both hands, she reached beneath his body and cupped his testicles, rubbing so quickly, she was certain the friction would make his balls catch fire. The fire in her genitals had turned to blistering heat, and she knew she needed satisfaction, too. Her buttocks moved faster and faster, and her small breasts all but shook on her chest as her head bobbed licentiously up and down again and again.
"Ummmmm!" she gasped, enjoying the thrill of Rumpy's cock in her mouth. Somewhere, deep in her throat, there was another trigger that might bring on an orgasm. But Rumpy's cock wasn't long enough to reach and massage it. Even so, her moans made Rumpy feel an earthquake was blasting through his cock. Her buttocks moved closer to Rumpy's side, and suddenly fingers were pressing into her tight box, moving in and out, faster and faster as her mouth sucked the throbbing penis.
"HHYHHAA AAAYYYYYAAA AAGGGGGG-HHHHHH!" Rumpy screamed, and as Miriam felt her own steamy organs peak again, her mouth felt the heated splash of semen. And she drank like a thirsty calf.
After what seemed like forever, Rumpy's penis shriveled, and Miriam released it. She lay on the bed next to him for a half hour before finally recovering.
CHAPTER FOUR
What should have been a wonderful day ended in near tragedy for Miriam. Rumpy, after extracting a promise from her that she was to come to him if she needed more help, gave her the names of eight horses running in the first eight races of the afternoon. Miriam took the list and hurried with it to her father. She told him to bet each race individually, and not to bet too much on any one horse. Rumpy had explained he was to bet across the board, Win-Place-Show. And for the first eight races, Lenny Marks did exactly as instructed. As a result, he had four winners, a second, and a third, and at the end of the eighth race still had a thousand dollars. Had he gone home with the money, everything might have had a happy ending from that point on. But Lenny decided to bet the entire thousand on a ten to one shot in the ninth race, where Rumpy had been unable to make any predictions. The horse came dead last.
Shelly West, and his top torpedo, Marty Turner, were waiting for Lenny when he returned from the track, and after slapping him around for not having the money, decided to make an example of him for no paying.
"Wait!" Lenny gasped as they dragged him into th hallway of his apartment building. "I have something more valuable than the three hundred and thirty six I owe you."
"Is that a fact?" Shelly asked, lighting a cigarette.
"I'm listening. What've you got that's so valuable."
"It's my daughter," Lenny told him.
"What are you, some kind of animal, trying to sell your daughter?" Shelly asked.
"You don't understand," Lenny told him. "Miriam has a knack for picking winners at the track. If I'd stayed with her choices, I'd have come home with a grand. I swear it, Shelly. She's terrific."
"You are the lowest scumbag on earth, Lenny," Shelly West snapped. "How the hell can you think of sacrificing your kid?"
"Listen to me, Shelly. Listen! She can pick the winners. She picked four winners this afternoon, one place and one show. Out of eight choices, that's fantastic."
"Lenny, why are you trying to con me?"
"Shelly, give her a chance, just a chance. You'll see. She can earn you much more than three or four hundred bucks. I'm telling you, use her for a week, and you'll be able to retire. You'll make more with the bookmaking racket in that time than you've made in the loan sharking business all your life."
"You willing to bet your life on it, Lenny?" Shelly asked.
Lenny stared at the other man, seeing his smooth, tan features. Shelly West was six feet one inch in height, with a slightly portly stomach, and rugged, handsome features. He had a mane of brown hair which hung below his ears. His firm, rugged jaw was something on which more than one man had broken a fist.
"What're you talking about, Shelly?" Lenny Marks asked.
"You willing to bet your life on your daughter's predictions?"
"Hey come on, Shelly. Come on! For three years I been paying you regular. So I missed one payment. Is that worth my life?"
"Tell you what, Lenny. Let's go up and see your daughter."
"Yeah, sure thing, sure thing."
CHAPTER FIVE
Shelly West was a lover of little girls. And the moment he set eyes on Miriam Maries, he was determined to ravage her. And Lenny, her father, had set her up perfectly.
"Let me understand this," Miriam said to Shelly. "You want me to pick some winner for Monday's races. If I pick the right winners, then I come to live with you for a month, picking as many winners as possible. And that'll finish paying what my father owes you."
"Right," Shelly nodded.
"And if I can't pick the winners?" Miriam wanted to know.
"Then you'll be picking your father ... up in pieces," Shelly told her. "He contracted to pay me some money and still owes it to me. Now if I let him get away with it, others'll think they can also get away with it, right?"
"But why do I have to come and live with you?" Miriam asked.
"To make sure you and your father don't run off in the middle of the night some night without you first fulfilling your obligations. Besides, you get ten percent of my winnings."
"Okay," Miriam nodded.
When Shelly West left, Miriam sat at the kitchen table and began crying. "Father, how can you do this? Why weren't you happy to bet the races I told you to bet?"
"I know, I know," Lenny Marks mumbled, thankful to still be alive.
"Do you think I can pull money out of thin air?" she asked.
"Honey, with ten percent of what Shelly West can earn, we'll be able to move away from here and buy a home of our own."
"Sure," she snapped. "Provided I can pick all those winners."
"Come on, baby," he said, playfully tugging her braids. "You were so sure, earlier. I'll bet you can do it again. What is it, some kind of formula you've worked out? I always knew you were a genius when it came to math, and figuring odds."
"It has nothing to do with odds," Miriam told him. Then she hastily shut up, knowing she was in no position to tell her father how she had gotten her information. There was no doubt in her mind he'd disapprove of what she'd done. Worse, he might approve, and somehow Miriam had the feeling this was not something of which any parent ought to approve. Not that anything bad had really happened. The entire experience had been pleasant, for the most part. Were she a parent and learned her own daughter had become involved with someone like Rumpy, she considered herself mature enough to accept it because it was something her daughter enjoyed. But her father's approval would stem from his greed. Just as any possible disapproval might stem from ignorance.
The look in Shelly West's eyes was similar to the look she had seen in Rumpy's eyes when she had first met him. Later, when she felt the man had a genuine affection for her, the glassy hunger had gone out of his eyes. Miriam realized such a look filled the eyes of all men when they saw something they physically desired, without feeling love. And for some reason Shelly West, a full-grown adult, had that look when his eyes traveled over her body. She knew he was undressing her in his mind, and wondered if he'd really do anything to her during the month she stayed wit him. No! No! He was able to have his fill of adult women. What the heck would he need with a girl like her. It made no sense.
"I have to go out," she told her father.
"Hey, Miri," he called out, using her pet name, "where you going at six o'clock in the evening?"
"I need to do a little shopping," she answered. "We're out of eggs. We need eggs. I know you like them for breakfast."
"Sure thing, honey. You go ahead," her father nodded.
Leaving the apartment, she hurried downstairs and went to the street corner. Five minutes later she boarded the bus and rode it for six minutes. She got off two blocks from the race track, then headed for the Hialeah Motel. Miriam recalled Rumpy's room number was 141. When she reached the unit, she saw the curtains were drawn, but the lights inside were on. Listening for a moment, not wanting to break in on anything, she decided it was too quiet for Rumpy to have another girl in his room. Besides, after fucking her ass, earlier, he had ridden in four races. Two of the winners he had given her he had ridden, himself. He was probably tired.
Knocking, she felt her heart leap into her throat. Rumpy was a nice guy, and she was afraid he might think she was taking advantage of him. All she had to offer was her body. This was a commodity available from many other women. What Rumpy had to offer was something almost priceless.
After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the door opened. There was Rumpy in his white shirt and gray slacks, and the moment he saw her, his eyes lit up.
"Hey, Miriam, come on in," he told her, looking around outside to make certain she was alone.
"Rumpy," she said to him. "You were very good to me, today. And if my father had followed all your advice, he'd have no more troubles." And then she broke down, crying, sobbing, and in between the sobs, she let him know what had happened. She mentioned Shelly West and told her what he proposed.
"Hey, wow!" Rumpy said, when she was finished. "I know this guy, West. Normally he's very easy going. You know, even if you hadn't picked the horses for your father today, West would've found some reason to have your father trade you to him, at least for a little while."
"Why?" Miriam asked, sitting on the bed.
"Because he has the hots for ... young kids. Hey Miriam, how old are you, anyway?"
"Twelve," she finally admitted.
"My God!" he gasped, sitting at the other end of the bed, actually flopping down.
"What's wrong?" Miriam wanted to know.
"I fucked your ass. I fucked the ass of a twelve-year-old girl. How come? Why didn't you tell me? I'd never have touched you if I knew your age."
"And you wouldn't have helped me," Miriam pointed out. "Are you sorry?"
"Christ! That was the best lay I ever had. But if the cops ever find out ... "
I'll never tell, at least not on you. But Mr. West doesn't seem to be worried."
"Of course not," Rumpy told her. "He pays off the cops in this area. No one'll ever touch him. Not that he's harsh or anything with the girls. But he does have a monstrous cock, and it takes time for a girl to accustom herself to it. He's been the sire of more than one illegitimate child to come out of a teenager. Jesus! And now he wants you. Holy cow! He wants 'em younger and younger. I mean, he knows your age."
"But if I don't do what he wants, he'll hurt my father. I can't let that happen," Miriam insisted.
"But a whole month with that man. Wow!"
"I guess you won't want anything to do with me once he touches me, huh?"
"Hey," Rumpy said, moving over and sitting near her. "Don't say that. You're still the same person. I tell you the truth, if you were two years older, I'd marry you. I swear to Christ! The laws in this state allow fourteen-year-old girls to get married."
"But I'm only twelve," Miriam reminded him. "Besides, you won't want to marry me after Mr. West is through with me. Heck! Would you marry a girl like me with Mr. West's baby growing in her belly?"
"There's a way to make sure it isn't West's baby inside you," Rumpy told her.
"What d'you mean?" Miriam asked.
"Well, in order for you to give West his info, you have to come see me, every day. We'll work out a special route you can take to make sure you aren't followed. And I can fuck you first, each day. This way, if you become pregnant, it'll be because of me and not Shelly West. And once you've straightened your father out, you can leave here and live with me until you are old enough to get married. Heck! There are a lot of race tracks around the country. I can make a good living at any one of them."
"But suppose I grow taller and fuller?"
"Hey, Miriam," Rumpy said, "it's you, the person, I've come to like, not you the short girl. I don't care if you grow six feet tall. I asked you if you wanted to be my girl. When this is all over, will you come and live with me?"
"What about my father?"
"From what you tell me, he'll never miss you. How about it?"
Her hands pulled at her left braid as she looked at him and said, "I don't know what you really have to offer me, Rumpy, but it sure can't be any worse than what my dad's offering me right now. If you still want me after Mr. West gets through with me, sure I'll be your girl."
"Good! Good! And I'll keep feeding you info on what horses look best. You'll be the best handicapper this town's ever known."
"You're nice, Rumpy. You're really nice."
"But first, there's a matter of getting rid of that cherry of yours. Shelly West has such a big cock, he'll do more than tear it outta you. He'll stretch your cuntwalls to their widest. And if your cherry happens to be inside you, he'll tear it out with a hundred other blood vessels. You need to be fucked gently, the first time ... well, a little roughly, so you can get used to the way Shelly's going to handle you."
And as he spoke, he grabbed her wrists and forced them behind her back so his one hand was able to grab both of them. His other hand was all over her young body, sliding between her small breasts, running up and down her hips, tickling her thighs, making her open them wider and wider.
Miriam responded immediately, letting him hold her wrists as he brought his mouth down on hers, kissing her solidly. Deep down inside, she had been aching for this. The girl didn't know why, but there was a need inside her, and ever since her ass had been fucked, that need had taken control of her body.
"With Shelly West, the first time," Rumpy told her, "he'll probably think he has to rape you to get you used to his cock. So I'm going to rape you, Miriam. I'm going to fuck that pretty cunt of yours, tonight. I'm going to fuck you half the night, and make you love it. And when Shelly West finally does get you, and he shoves his thicker cock into you, it won't hurt so much. I only hope you don't get too used to that thicker cock, because you'll be coming back to mine."
"The important thing about yours is, it's attached to you," Miriam told Rumpy. "I'll always love yours, because it is yours."
"Act afraid," he told her. "Act afraid, just for a little while. With Shelly West, whether you like what he does or not, if you don't act afraid, he'll know you've been getting it from someone else, and he won't be interested in your cunt anymore. And if that happens, he'll toss you out no matter how good you are at picking horses. And then your father gets the hell beaten out of him again. So act afraid with me, just as you would with Shelly West."
"No, no," Miriam said, pretending to quake with terror. "Let me go, don't hurt me, take your hands off me.
"The hell I will," Rumpy snarled, and Miriam almost believed the snarl. "I'm a guy who gets what he wants, and you're what I want, kid. And I don't poop easy. I fuck like a stallion. I can go on forever with a mare like you."
Miriam felt even more excited now than she had earlier in the day. The pretense of rape was adding spice to this. What also made everything so enjoyable was the knowledge Rumpy really liked her. It was more than her body he wanted. He wanted all of her, forever. She was so young, it never occurred to her the man might fall out of love with her in later years. But it was her very innocence, her naivete, which had attracted the jockey to her in the first place, and as time passed, she would learn to falsify that innocence, thereby insuring his remaining with her.
At the moment, she continued playing hard-to-get, and saw the enjoyment in Rumpy's eyes. The more she knew the jockey, the more Miriam realized how much he enjoyed playing games. He was a man who didn't want a woman to simply lie down and spread her thighs for him. He wanted to have to work for his cunt. So she had to continued playing at not wanting to do this.
"No, no, no," she gasped, wildly spinning her head from side to side to avoid his kisses. "I don't want ... "
"Sure you do," Rumpy growled. "You want because I want. Christ! You really know how to turn a guy on."
His hand was pulling down the zipper on her skirt as she continued wriggling and writhing. Then his fingers were deftly unbuttoning her blouse. He slipped the blouse off her shoulders, released her wrists for a moment, pulled the blouse off her arms, then pinned her wrists behind her while he tugged her skirt off, as well. Her bare, small nipples drew his eyes right away, even as his hands tugged off her shoes and socks.
"You have the damndest body I've ever seen," he gasped, and Miriam knew that much was not part of his act. He meant it. His words made her blush, and she struggled harder, only to have his free hand push her back on the bed and roam all over her body, caressing her breasts again and again.
"Christ!" he gasped. "You're a regular Venus."
Goosepimples covered Miriam's flesh as the man's hands reached out to skim lightly over her flesh, running over her waist, then up one arm to her shoulders. Rumpy suddenly released er wrists, gripped her two shoulders with both hands, then flung her back on the bed as he kneeled before her, grabbed her elastic waistband, and began rolling her panties down. Miriam felt him tugging the panties from her thighs as one peeled skin from a banana. He jerked them from around her ankles and left them on the floor, and then his hands were up beneath her buttocks, capturing the rounded white moons. He tugged, fast and hard, sliding her ass across the bed and bringing her fuzz-surrounded pussy against his extended tongue. To Miriam, it was a red-hot poker thrusting between the curtains of her labia, zeroing in on her vibrating clit like a guided missile.
"Ohhhhhh!" Miriam gasped. "Ahhhhh!"
To her never-before-lapped pussy, the pressure of Rumpy's tongue was like electricity touching her, reaching into the very core of her existence. Suddenly her nerve-endings were being seared, and her entire torso was melting like wax, coming together in her fulcrum, and she flailed her hands wildly about her.
Immediately Miriam knew this was what Rumpy had felt, earlier in the afternoon, when she had sucked his cock. No wonder he had wanted it so badly. This was maddening.
Fire surrounded her body on all sides, and Miriam knew she was ready for total immolation. She shook in the roaring crackle, and her hands reached for her breasts for the first time. The pressure of her palms was driving her insane, and she rubbed her nipples faster and faster. Heavy gasps rose from her chest. She felt faint and weak as Rumpy's blazing tongue continued slicing through her like a cutting saw through meat.
"Ohhhhh ... ahhhh ... uhhhhh ... eeeee..." she gasped, tears of delight pouring down her beautiful face. This was too good to be true. It was wonderful. His maddening tongue was lapping at her cunt like a cow at a salt lick, as if her flesh were tasty and delicious. Miriam had no idea doing something like this would make a man so happy. This was the most wonderful thing to ever happen to her.
Rumpy was amazed at Miriam's reaction. He'd had no idea just how totally sensuous the twelve-year-old girl really was.
When Miriam had left, earlier in the day, Rumpy had longed to run after her. He was certain she was going out of his life, for good. Now, as his tongue continued slurping through her girlish trough, he was certain she was his; a female with whom he'd be able to spend the rest of his life. No longer need he go looking for nookie. There would always be one waiting for him at the home he planned to have. He was one of the country's leading jockeys, and he intended riding a hell of a lot more winners so he'd be able to ride this pretty filly the rest of his life. His tongue was already driving her mad, insuring her need for him. She seemed to be coming apart at the seams. Hell! No matter what happened with Shelly West, this little chick was coming back to him. He slowly began rising to his feet with Miriam's calves over his shoulders, raising her body as his mouth continued licking into her. He licked through her pink trough, across her fuzzy pelvis, up her flat belly, and around each nipple. Then he lowered her legs and stood there, looking at her, listening to her gasps.
Miriam was totally out of control. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful, not even his fucking her in the ass. When he stopped lapping her pussy, her senses came back to her for a moment, and she remembered she was supposed to be playing hard-to-fuck. As Rumpy tore his clothes off, Miriam rolled off the bed, leaped to her feet, then ran into the nearby closet, tugging the door shut after her. Her gasps echoed throughout the closet as she heard his bare feet padding across the cheap carpeting.
When he tore open the closet door, he was totally naked. Miriam cowered, pretending to curl away from him, pressing into the clothes. Her eyes stared at him, pretending to be wide with fright, while actually almost glassy with lust. When he grabbed her wrist and hauled her up, she whimpered a little as if afraid.
"Damn it!" Rumpy shouted. "Enough is enough, you cunt!"
He picked her up, lifting her in his strong arms, kicking the closet door shut with his bare foot.
Pulling back the covers, he threw her on the bed. Miriam, keeping with the spirit of things, shriveled into a ball, trembling with passion but seeming to shiver with fear as she sobbed, "No more, please! No more!"
One might have thought Rumpy was approaching her with a white-hot running iron instead of his cock.
It jutted strongly from between his thighs, glistening with its own secretions. Hell! His anxious erection was so overpoweringly intense, his cock was angled a mere thirty degrees away from his body rather than the usual forty five. It stood out proud, aching, a thrusting javelin made for penetrating cunt. Even his pubic hair looked arrogant at that point, and Miriam had to suppress a giggle.
Miriam stared up at her young lover's quivering body and wondered why he was taking so long. If he was going to act like Shelly West, and West intended raping her, as Rumpy had called it, the first time, then surely it was time for him to get on with it. And Miriam was barely able to contain herself. She wanted Rumpy to "rape" her.
Looking down at Miriam's body, curled, shaking and trembling, her body wracked with fake sobs, Rumpy felt his cock lurch and his gut quiver. Christ! She was gorgeous. She looked like Elizabeth Taylor as a child star, with her braids halfway down to her waist. She was every bit as white, too. Her small, naked thighs were first starting to round out. Soon, in the near future, they would shape themselves far more perfectly than the bodies of most movie stars. Her hips seemed boyish, and though they, too, eventually had to round out, he knew Miriam's hips weren't the kind to become too large. Her breasts were only just forming. Now his mind accepted the truth about them. But Miriam had a slight build, and though her tits one day might fill out, they would never be bloated balloons. This was one girl who, when she was eighty-years-old, would still look girlish. Hell! He wanted those tasty nipples in his mouth. He had waited long enough. After all, he was supposed to be Shelly West, rapist.
Miriam felt his mouth come down on her right tit, the lips wide, the tongue licking, the teeth sinking into her tender white flesh.
"Uuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped as he sucked her nipple deeper and deeper. Soon he had as much of her breast in his mouth as possible.
Writhing, gasping, enjoying what Rumpy was doing to her, Miriam still beat at his back as if pretending to hate it all. Her wrists were caught by the young jockey. His hands spread her arms apart, and then a jolt of carnal anticipation blasted through her entire body. She wanted to give up this pretense. Miriam wanted to be fucked, even if there was pain this first time. No matter how painful it was, it still would hurt less than if Shelly West did it. From what Rumpy had told her, Shelly sported something impossible to believe between his thighs.
Miriam felt the heat coming from Rumpy's body. He was much more anxious now than he had been earlier in the day. It was as if his taste of her had made him aware of how delightful her charms were, and having known them, wanted more and more and more. Her beautiful, small, girlish breasts rose and fell rapidly with her anxious breathing. Her flat belly was trembling as he knead between them, and his eyes filled with wanton lust at the light fuzz covering her mons. Miriam saw a flaming need in him for her body.
The girl was very much aware of him hovering over her, now. She braced herself. All that mattered was the feeling of his masterful cock pushing into her tight, girlish cunt. He was pretending to rape her, softening the blow when Shelly West finally got to her, but no matter what he did, he was still Rumpy, the jockey who had come to mean so much to her in such a short space of time. His own innate passion was stronger than his pretense at being someone he wasn't, and even as his mouth lowered itself to her breast again, sucking on her nipple, Miriam felt the gentleness of his lips. His hair was almost tickling her nose as he bent his head to suck her growing nubbins. The soft warmth from his mouth set new fires burning in her body as sensations traveled across the synapses of her nerves. The soft warmth from his working lips made the faint tingling between her thighs become heavier, and she began sighing out loud, no longer able to really pretend fright when she was enjoying herself so much. Gosh! Her body was taking control of her mind.
The suction on her breast was getting stronger, and the ache in her vagina was suddenly overpowering. What had been a little tingle was now a burning oven. Rumpy's tongue was making wet circles around her left aureole while hot, wet saliva from his mouth trickled all over the nubbin, flicking the tender end in a maddening rhythm. Then he was sucking hard, drawing on her breasts as though his life depended on trying to pull some milk from them. Miriam almost felt something drain out of her as he sucked, his hot, voracious mouth eating her breast again and again. The seepage in her vagina was getting heavier and heavier, preparing her for his penis, which she felt rubbing against her slender white thigh. Her sobs were definitely gone, replaced by heavy sighs of anxious lust.
Hot breath came pouring from Rumpy's mouth, covering the rest of her chest as his mouth worked over one beautiful breast, and then the other. Her breath was coming in short, catchy gasps. Miriam's shivers were total lust as her flesh seemed to explode with desire. The girl's skin seemed filled with liquid fire.
"This is more like it, kid," Rumpy whispered, still trying to keep up his pretense.
His mouth crammed against hers, his tongue dredging saliva from her own mouth and drinking it down. Her lips were a fount from which to drink. And then he was kissing both of her ivory lidded eyelids, his tongue lightly licking each of them, making Miriam gasp for more. She moaned and stretched her girlish form under him, and the deep sighs escaping from between her cupid's bow lips revealed how fully aroused her body really was.
Miriam sighed feeling Rumpy's hands underneath her, rubbing her buttocks, cupping her rounded white gluteal cheeks, filling his hands with their smallness. To Miriam, it seemed the man was savoring the soft, curving mattress of flesh she was for him. His cock was going wild, jerking madly against her thigh, pulsing maniacally as he kissed the entire surface of her upper, rounded body, tonguing the sensitive inner part of her ears, then nibbling her lobes, licking down the side of her throat along the roundness of her shoulders, and then into the tenderness of her right under-arm. The tongue washed her collarbone, moved across to her other collarbone, and was dipping into her other underarm, making Miriam squirm and writhe with lust.
The girl continued moaning, but this was the kind of moaning Rumpy liked. Her entire body had a naturally sweet smell to it, overpowering the girlish cologne she had daubed on that morning. She smelled fresh, clean, sweet, like some kind of lightly scented flower growing in a garden.
Miriam continued wriggling as Rumpy's eyes feasted on what his mouth tasted. She watched his lips slide further south, slipping along the flat softness of her young belly, moving between her white, satin thighs, almost kneeling off the bed as he pulled her to the edge and stared at the lint making up the light triangle of her pubic hairs. His firm, insistent hands convinced her to let her knees be pushed farther apart, and then his face bent and his lips kissed her inner left thigh. Miriam thrilled to the strong, delineating pressure making her jump with desire. She trembled, knowing he was once again about to go to work on her vagina.
Miriam gasped as his licentious mouth pressed against her tender white loin, and his flicking tongue washed the areas he kissed, causing jets of flame to shoot through her anguished body. Virgin though she was, she was fast becoming familiar with these inflaming sensations. His hot, burning breath was fanning across her entire pelvic area in continuous, warming gusts. His hands were massaging her inner thighs very gently, and Miriam saw his head starting to slide forward as his eyes opened to gaze at the ripe lusciousness between her thighs.
Rumpy stared at her tight, red cavern with two pairs of lips-swollen with hungering desire. The soft, inviting flesh was wide open, begging his tongue to once again trespass. Rumpy trembled in spite of himself. The girl might only be twelve, but to him she was a goddess. And now her pink, and red, and white flesh was wide open to him, lightly framed by the lint of her growing pubic hair.
"Ohhhhhh Golllly!" she gasped. "What are you doing, Rumpy?"
Her voice was a whispered sob as she sucked her breath in all over again. She sensed his reply when his fingers peeled back her vulva lips, his thumbs pressing on the quivering meat of her narrow, salacious vagina. And suddenly his mouth had fastened hotly on her pulsing clitoris.
It was as if the skies had opened up, sending down spears of jagged lightning. A wild, blistering climax erupted in her body, and she rolled from side to side as his tongue continued lapping her clitoral bud. She thrilled to the wonderful pressure of his lips as his mouth continued sucking on her cunt long after the orgasm had passed. The thrill of his tongue slithering in and out drove her insane with a need to come again. The tongue flickered over her shimmering clitoris from time to time, slowly building her up again.
By bringing her to a quick climax, Rumpy had taken the edge off Miriam's anxiety. He was aware of how quickly she was capable of attaining an orgasm, and knew by making her come swiftly, her body would relax and prepare itself for the big one, when he finally inserted his cock into her. Each time his oral digit flickered over her clit, her little ass began wildly bouncing.
Unh wow! she thought. He's doing it again. And all the while she felt the pressure of his hands smoothing and massaging her inner thighs and tender buttocks. Noises were coming from his mouth-loud sucking noises-and there were other gurgling sounds coming from deep down in his throat. He sounded like someone gorging himself on a liquid food as he drank at her orifice without letup. His deep, contented noises seemed to say he was satisfying a real need. Then, without giving any warning, other than the wonderfully indescribable sensations he was building in her tender young body, his tongue lanced directly into her, sinking into the quivering narrow depths, within. It slithered in as far as possible, then wiggled around inside her, quivering like a slimy, yielding pink penis.
Incoherent, silly, babbling sounds reached her ears, and Miriam realized the crazy noises were coming from her own mouth. Her mind wondered how it was possible for such ridiculous noises to come gasping from her. The working of Rumpy's tongue was driving her insane with the need to come again. And she knew his next climax was not the end of it. She needed to keep on climaxing for the rest of her life.
"More ... more ... more..." she gasped. "I need more. It's wonderful, oh yes, yes, it's wonderful ... do it ... do it ... deep on driving your tongue into me ... pleasssse ... fuck me with your mouuuutthhhh ... ahhhhhh ... YIIIIII ... " she gasped, feeling a second orgasm overwhelm her as her pelvis lifted to meet Rumpy's hot, hungering mouth.
Rumpy's tongue lanced into the seething depths of her anxious, unopened pussy. Miriam felt its warm wetness pulsing, making her inner muscles automatically contract around it, squeezing this oral penis. This was sheer heaven. It was something Rumpy must always do for her, just as she expected to suck on his cock whenever he was unable to come inside her other two orifices. The tongue continued scouring her inner nookie, licking here and there, making her sob as her secret depths continued being heavily lubricated. Christ! God! She was so much on fire she was even taking the Lord's name in vain.
His breath continued burning against her spiky clitoris, and the hot air, all by itself, sent ripples of lust pouring through the young girl. Her flesh was obeying every command of his flicking tongue as Rumpy plunged his knife-like oral extension of ecstasy through her obedient flesh again and again. Miriam felt her pussy tighten and jerk each time his tongue lanced into its tender depths. He then returned to flattening his tongue against her inner lips and licking up and down, swiping the blade of tongue against her clit again. This made her react by shoving her cunt into his face, as if begging for more. His mouth washed the full length of her sopping gash, then once more reached into her throbbing pussy. He had the girl really going now. She wailed with lust, whipping her head from side to side, her glasses almost falling off, and her braids flying wildly about. But it was the curling of his tongue around her clitoris which made her scream like a maniac, and all the while his hungry lips continued sucking on her young, virginal vulva.
"I'm ... uhhhh ... going ... ohhhh ... crazyyy-yy..." she gasped. "Oh my lord, it feels so good. You won't stop, will you?" she gasped, and Rumpy responded by negatively shaking his head even as his mouth continued feasting on the sodden flesh of her vagina. His mouth held her cunt in a voracious grip, and his shaven face rubbed her soft, inner thighs, and even that sensation heightened the passion that gripped her.
Thrilling jolts of pure total pleasure sent jerking spasms shooting through her body, and each one was more powerful than any she had enjoyed, previously. He was literally devouring her vagina, eating her alive. Miriam sensed the pressure of his tongue and the strength of his teeth as they bit into her. Yet nothing in her entire life had ever felt so good, and she wondered if anything was capable of feeling this good, ever again. Her brain felt alive with squirming worms of ecstasy curling and wriggling maddeningly through her head. And each probe of Rumpy's tongue made her feel as if someone had plunged an electric wire into her tender vagina.
Miriam's buttocks were spinning and gyrating with such force, Rumpy had to grip her twin moons of gluteal flesh with both hands, gripping her so her rotating loins were unable to pull away. This way, he literally lifted her lower body from the bed and pressed her delicious cunt right up to his mouth, eating her gash with obvious relish.
Rumpy had eaten one other pussy in his life, and that was the cunt of the first whore he had ever fucked. He had been the first one to be with her that day, and knew he wouldn't be drinking the leftover syrup from some other man's cock. Though he had enjoyed the texture of her flesh, the idea of her having been used by so many cocks prevented him from eating for any length of time. But this was one cunt even he had not yet used. It was as pure and untouched as possible. Christ! She tasted wonderful.
Miriam felt her thin legs being tugged over Rumpy's shoulders. She needed no encouragement to lock her thighs around the man's head and tug his face even deeper into her seething cunt. Her pretty little ass began wildly circling and pumping in his hands as her narrow little vagina attempted to open wider with the idea of swallowing up his entire face.
Wild screams of maddening rapture were coming from Miriam's lips. Miriam heard them and knew she was the one uttering them, even if they sounded as if they were coming from someone else. She was rapturously enjoying all of this, and in the back of her mind wondered if Shelly West might possibly be anywhere near as good. Did he even care whether or not she achieved some kind of satisfaction. If not, Miriam knew she'd endure hell for a month. Right now, she didn't want to think of Shelly West. All she cared about was the rapturous bliss continuing to pour into her tender vagina. She was the total slave of this man whose mouth was working on her again and again. In many ways he was closer to her than her own father, though she had just met the jockey this morning.
Miriam was unable to do anything other than merely lay there with her head on the pillows, her thighs tightly clenched around Rumpy's head. Her hips continued wildly spinning, and her soft, tender buttocks continued clenching in his hot, kneading hands. Her own hands clenched the bedclothes in tight, desperate fists as she felt continuing delight, like warm, trickling water, continue running through her. Her girlish body, for all it had enjoyed, wanted more. It needed more satisfaction and fulfillment. Inwardly, her turmoiled self was reaching out, crying for fulfillment. All of her reached, reached, reached, trying to climb into space and grip the flashing stars.
Miriam's hips continued swiveling as if on ball bearings, grinding madly, wildly, squirmingly into Rumpy's eager mouth. His lips clamped more tightly around her extended clitoris, and Miriam sensed a big climax starting to well up inside her. Her vaginal lips, tight as they were, attempted to open widely in the hope of engulfing first his face, and then his entire head. Her hands came down, reaching for his head.
Miriam's fingers wreathed themselves in his dark hair, and her small wrists, seemingly fragile, used all their hidden strength to cram his face solidly against the sucking meat of vagina as it frantically attempted to pull him on.
Miriam's lips pulled back over her teeth as loud sighs of excitement ripped from somewhere deep inside her young throat. Her hips writhed, spun, churned and ground insanely as her hands pushed on the back of his head, determined to fit his entire cranium into the tightness of her girlish cunt. His face rubbed with greater friction against her lust-crazed hole as she sensed her heavy climax mounting inside her. Her aching clitoris, like a loose electric wire, was shorting out as her virginal cuntwalls milked and sucked the tongue insanely, her rectal orifice clenching convulsively as the orgasm suddenly came riding up somewhere inside her.
"EEEEE ... YYYYAAAAGGGGHHH ... AAAA-GGGGHHHj" the young girl screamed. "COMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG ... OOOOOOH ... OHHHHHH!"
And then Miriam was jerking and straining helplessly against Rumpy's face as the ancient forces that gripped all of womanhood before her now took hold of her and sent insane paroxysms blasting through her. Miriam had no more control over her body than if she had been a marionette caught in a windstorm. Wild, insane machinery was at work in her body, and she was the helpless victim as well as the participant. The climax tearing through her body was larger than King Kong, and it ripped through her tender flesh again and again. Wild, shaking afterquakes continued molesting her, rattling every tooth in her head, as every living cell in her body quaked and trembled.
"Now," she heard Rumpy whisper, "now I'm going to fuck you. Now, while you still feel the best of the climaxes tearing through you, I'm going to fuck that cherry out of you, real quick."
"Yes, yes, yes!" she begged. "Fuck me, Rumpy! I want your cock to be the first one inside me. I don't care how much it hurts. Just fuck it into me. Hurry!"
And while she was convulsing and shaking in the aftermath of the towering orgasm, he pressed his hard cock between her vaginal lips, and slowly began sinking into her, widening her vaginal walls. When he came to her cherry, he continued pushing, plunging, tearing right through it.
Miriam felt the agony, but because of her powerful climax, the pain wasn't nearly as strong. She screamed a loud, "Yiiiiii!" and then had her scream shut off as Rumpy's tongue filled her throat as expertly as it had moved in her cunt, before. The tongue flicked the cries and sobs straight down her throat, wadding them back into her lungs as the syrup of his saliva sank into her gullet. Miriam's arms and legs eagerly wrapped themselves around Rumpy's body, clinging to him in the hope her pain might quickly fade and more orgasms would totally overwhelm her.
Rumpy's groin was so hot, it felt as if it were being bathed in the flow from a saturn engine. He was ready to explode, yet felt himself capable of fucking the girl the rest of the night without coming. Christ! Starting Monday, she'd be in the clutches of Shelly West. He'd have to share her with the bastard. Well tonight the little girl was his, all his. He just might keep on fucking her until she was a whimpering mass of broken flesh, and of no value to anyone but himself.
Miriam felt the knifing pain slowly, very slowly begin to ease. Had she not been so overwhelmed with her orgasm, the pain might conceivably have made her faint. She felt Rumpy's hands squeezing her shoulders as his hips bore into her, grinding his cock deeper and deeper. Lord! Imagine what she'd have felt had it been Shelly West's cock. True, she had never seen West's penis and had no idea of its size, yet from what Rumpy had told her, it was immense. A combination of her virginal blood and a heavy flow of oil from within continued surrounding Rumpy's cock, soaking it as it continued moving in and out of her tight vaginal passage. Her cunt automatically answered his thrusts with a rotation of its own. His hands on her hips seemed to hold her in place as he sank his penis even deeper into her, working the hurt out of her. His blood-engorged lightning rod filled her tiny interior, making her think it was twice as long and three times as broad. Sparks of maddening bliss began building up inside her, and Miriam was wise enough to relax and let them build. Streaks of jagged bliss were already shooting through her, filling her with new delights as Rumpy's pole ground ever deeper into her anxious belly.
Miriam was whimpering again, and her braids were like whips as they spun with the movement of her head. Her eyelids were wide open, staring into the straining face of this man she had come to love in so short a time. At least she thought it was love. Through the haze of lust, she saw Rumpy's eyes covered with the same glazed look, almost uncomprehending, as if he was fucking from sheer instinct, and nothing more. He jerked his cock back and forth inside her pink and red channel, making her feel more and more passion and lust, and then Miriam saw a flicker of burning desire break through the haze in his eyes. Her vaginal muscles were like steel bands, clamping him deep inside her, and because she was so slight, she almost felt the penis touch her cervix. She clenched her cunt even more tightly against the invading tool, and soon it was a duel between their organs. Her cunt jerked, clutched, and sucked his probing tool, making Rumpy love every second of it. He had known Miriam was a natural lover, but never in all his wildest dreams did he believe anyone capable of being this good. She was incredible. That bastard West was in for the treat of his life.
As far as Rumpy was concerned, Miriam's cunt had been custom-designed for his personal cock. It had the right breadth, the right depth, and the right feel to it. Too, the girl had an awareness about her most adult women were incapable of having. For all her tender years, she was an intelligent girl and he was certain she'd be a perfect wife. Some women needed maturing before getting married. Miriam was the kind of girl who needed loving care, and she was able to handle almost anything. She was bright, intelligent, and aside from having the capablities of being a wonderful wife and mother, she was the kind of woman he'd always wanted around him, making him feel like more of a man than anyone taller than himself.
Awakening passion filled all of Miriam's body as she enjoyed the length of Rumpy's cock throbbing inside her white belly. By now, her previous orgasm had completely faded with the pain, but the power pole on which she was skewered was igniting a new climax somewhere in her depths. She felt thrills shoot through her as Rumpy powered his hard cock back and forth, back and forth. Miriam exulted in the pressures building up in her vaginal chamber, feeling her tender flesh surround his moving prick, realizing as long as it was in her, she was an actual part of him. His hips, rubbing against the bedsheet, made wider and wider ovals, and each time she completed an ellipse, she almost felt the head of his cock reach her cervix.
Miriam sighed as Rumpy lengthened his stroke, drawing his aching, pulsing length almost totally out of her chamber, only to thrust right back into her, shooting its length all the way through her narrow, short vagina. The sensation was unbelievable. It was as good as, if not better than, what his mouth had done only moments earlier. The slow moving of his hardness into her dark, secret tunnel between her thighs, and the sensual riot shuddering through her nerve-endings, made her gasp and tremble. Oh golly! Fucking was the best thing on earth.
Miriam felt another minor orgasm pour through her, and she gratefully accepted it. True, she wanted more and more, and she wanted to feel it power through her all the more strongly, yet she was grateful for each one she felt. Her breath tore out of her pretty lips in ragged bursts, and she was sighing even louder as her hips rotated back and forth and her arms clung all the more tightly to Rumpy's back. She was a strong little girl, considering her size and weight, and pulled hard. Her pretty little thighs were pressing into Rumpy's hips, actively clinging to him and clutching him tightly to her, just as his hands reached down and gripped her ass-cheeks, tightly holding her to him.
Incredibly, like Osiris returning to life, Miriam felt her new orgasm starting to build on the ashes of the previous one. This next one was going to be as powerful as the one she had felt when Rumpy's mouth had worked on her pussy.
Miriam's entire body was ominously tingling, and she knew what that meant. Rumpy's hard, working penis pounded into her and little curls of sensual bliss smoldered up through her anxious body. It was as if she were being constantly destroyed and re-built by the working of the tool in her vagina. Even now she heard the slick rasp of his cock as it smoothly worked through her, making sucking, slurping sounds. She smelled the sweat from his body, and it aroused her, making her think of oil from a metal machine. He had a strong, musky animal scent, and it made Miriam hotter than ever. She wanted more and more and more.
"There's no one like you," Rumpy grunted. "Oh God! Do what you have to with Shelly West, but swear you'll never leave me after that," he pleaded. T know you're just a kid and I shouldn't say things like this to you, but I'm crazy for you, Miriam. I need you. I'll do whatever you want, but stay with me, huh."
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Miriam agreed, feeling really wanted for the first time in her life. Her father had accepted her existence and had cared for her, but she was aware he didn't really want her around. Without her, he was free to go where he wished and do as he pleased.
"Jesus!" Rumpy grunted. "With you, my cock feels so long I swear I expect to see the head come out of your mouth at any second. Can you feel it inside you, honey?"
His arms held her tight as he panted lewdly in her ear, his breath like a heated blowtorch against her white, tender skin. It seared her ears and made her shudder, igniting her passion all over again.
When he spoke to her, Miriam felt his cock reaching all the way into her. The long, throbbing, driving penis really seemed to be running the length of her spine and banging against the back of her neck. He was pounding so swiftly, she thought he might have an electric knife attached to him with the idea of literally cutting him in half. She was being delightfully and deliciously impaled with each thrust.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "I can feel every lovely inch of it. It feels so terrific."
Rumpy felt the very faint urgings of orgasm starting to well up inside him as his self-control began leaving him. He started fucking all the more solidly into Miriam's anxious cunt, pounding her fulcrum with continually mounting force. Again and again his pike pushed between her swollen cunt lips, and his balls tightened into his groin so they no longer slapped against her perineum. The man felt as if his phallic length was ready to be torn out by the roots and left inside the girl's clutching pussy, leaving him with aching balls and no way to relieve them.
Miriam was there, matching him lunge for plunge each time he nailed his fleshy spike home in her trembling young body. The squeezing, velvet-soft lips of her small vagina continued massaging his meaty lance each time he pounded it into her, sucking, slurping and tugging on it each time it attempted to retreat. Miriam had become a well-oiled fucking machine. Her clutching, gripping, smooth-working, precisely correct, deeply emotionally responsive cunt was draining him of his control more surely than me cunt of a well-practiced whore. She was unbelievable.
"Oh yes, sweet Miriam, yes, yes, fuck it up to me, honey," he gasped. "Oh you are something special. Come on, sweetheart! Fuck this man with all your might."
His licentious plea seemed to intensify the girl's already fevered striding, and her loins began pumping even faster. Her head ached, and her black braids whipped wildly around, catching in her mouth at times as the thoughts in her mind collided against one another.
Rumpy felt Miriam's tight vagina drawing and sucking and tugging him heatedly into the mounting, spinning, churning vortex. He was on the verge of orgasm, and her fantastic young body machinery was egging him on. Her legs were flailing out on either side of him like the legs on a rag doll, and her head insanely flopped from side to side as she slammed her milk-white belly into the grinding cock driving into her.
Rumpy knew he was on the verge of the big one, and it'd take his guts right out of him. He'd never fucked a cunt like this one. Nor had he ever met a girl like Miriam. Christ! This whole thing was crazy. She was ten years younger than he, sounded as if she were the exact same age, and behaved more mature than most girls his age.
Miriam felt him getting close, very close, and she felt anxious to enjoy his hot, seething sperm in her vagina. Her hand reached down and felt his swollen balls, and she knew the pressure was so intense, they were ready to explode. He was gasping heavily, pounding his dick solidly into her sucking pussy, pinning her body to the mattress as she writhed and squirmed, climbing frantically, knowing her own biggie was close at hand.
Deeper and deeper his solid meat poled into her quivering frenzied slit, nailing into her with maddening fury, battering her frantic pussy with his superior strength. Every muscle in his body ached, and every nerve-ending tingled with aching anticipation. He channeled all his concentration into his cock as it chugged into her steaming hole again and again. He drove his cock deeper and deeper into her quivering tunnel as his mouth sought and found hers. Now Miriam felt a tongue plunging into her oral orifice as a cock filled her vaginal cave. Miriam wondered if he was trying to lick the head of his cock with his own tongue, making them meet somewhere in the middle of her young body.
Now she felt the intense orgasm climbing higher, sensing Rumpy tighten at the same time. The two of them were going to hit the top of the rainbow together. And then she realized he was going to come even before she was able.
Everything seemed in slow motion from that point on. Miriam thought Rumpy's cock was actually crumbling inside her. She swore the penis was exploding, the head detonating first, blasting into a million pieces. And then the stem began blowing up inside her as it continued thrusting and plunging in and out of her young body, slamming in again and again.
Rumpy felt his balls suddenly atomize, and his sperm went roaring down the constricted tube in the underside of his pounding penis to explode in a flaming ball of molten lava deep in the subterranean cellar of Miriam's frothing cunt.
"HHHAAAYYYAAAGGGHHH!" he bellowed.
Miriam felt the first blistering blasts of fiery liquid flood her beaten cervix, pouring through her tunnel soothing the raw spots. Her own breath was caught i her throat, and she felt a rapturous peak of bliss take hold of her, and she screamed as she came. "EEF YYYIIIAAAGGGHHH!"
Slowly the two of them came down to earth, clinging to one another the entire time. Their mouths fused together and neither was able to get enough of the other's kisses. Even when it was over they clung to each other. His penis shriveled and slipped from the cooling kiln of her aching cunt. Puddles of his semen and her lubrication-mixed-with-blood dripped onto the bedcovers and still they wouldn't let go.
Eventually, with the passage of a bit more time, they eased their hold on one another, and finally lay back, savoring all they had felt and enjoyed.
"It'll never be this good with Shelly West," Miriam said. "But I have to go to him. And I have to bring him those names. If I don't, my father'll end up in a nearby river with cement pants."
"I understand," he nodded. "Look, tomorrow's Sunday, and the track is closed. Want to spend the day with me?"
"I'd love to, provided my father has something to do. If he stays home, I have to stay home."
"I understand," Rumpy nodded. "Look! Do you have any free periods in school?"
"My last class period of the day is my free period," Miriam told him. "I usually go home early and start getting supper ready while doing the laundry for my father."
"Well stop by here every day, on the way home from school. Walk through the alley near here. If anyone's following you, they'll have to come through the alley, too. And you'll know. Then I'll find a way to drop the information off at your home before your father gets there. Just leave me your address."
"Sure," she nodded, kissing him and fondling his penis.
CHAPTER SIX
Miriam spent the entire Sunday with Rumpy. Half the day was spent in his motel room, and the other half was spent in the nearby amusement park. On Monday, she went back to school, then, after making certain no one was following her, she went to Rumpy's motel room and got the list of horses' names he thought most likely to win.
"Hey," she said to him, just before leaving. "I've been fucking with you for three days now, and I still don't know your real name. How about telling me?"
"You have three guesses," he told her. "My first name's Larry. You have to guess the last name."
"And if I don't?" she asked.
"Then tomorrow, when you come here, you have to pay the penalty. Which is the same as if you'd never started guessing at all. Namely, I get to fuck you again."
"And if I do guess it?"
"Well for your fourteenth birthday, my present to you will be a wedding license."
Rumpy felt crazy, talking marriage with a twelve-year-old girl. Yet he was so totally hooked on her, he was willing to do anything to make sure she stayed with him.
"Is it a simple name?" she asked.
"No. It's a two-syllable name, and that's all I'm going to tell you."
"Washburn!"
"No!"
"Fredricks."
"No."
"Johnson!"
"Nope! Tomorrow you get three more guesses."
"Rumpy, I'm scared," she told him.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm damn good when it comes to picking winners. If I was allowed to make bets, I'd have over a million. But jockeys aren't allowed to bet. The racing commission figures there'd be a lot of fixed races. And just between you and me, they're right. Don't worry, honey. That list I gave you is good."
"I'm scared of what Shelly West is going to do to me. My dad seems to know, too. He's already warned me to be 'nice' to Mr. West, no matter what he does."
"Stop sweating," Rumpy assured her. "West-likes to fuck, like almost any other man. From what I hear, the guy's not into whips, chains, or any other freaky junk. He-likes his fucking straight. But he-likes to screw young girls. If it were up to me, I'd say forget the whole thing, and let's you and I go to the other end of the country where I can get a job racing horses just as easily."
"You know I can't do that," Miriam told him. "My father would be killed."
"I know, honey. So we last this thing out. It'll only take a month, and then you and I can leave. Hell! The track here closes in a month, anyway."
"Okay," she nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah. You'd better believe it. You're my good luck, Miriam. I don't know what I'd do without you."
She smiled and left, a sinking feeling in her heart. It was time to face Shelly West.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Miriam brought the list of horses to West's office, on Main Street, in the heart of town. She was ushered through an outer office into a plush inner room with heavy carpeting and a huge desk. And West was sitting behind the desk, wearing sunglasses, a white shirt, and a tan suit with a matching tie. He talked with a clear, strong voice, but between sentences he paused to take deep breaths.
"Well, well, well," West said, examining the list Miriam handed him. "So this is the list, eh. I see four favorites, two second-favorites, two third-favorites, and one long shot. And this is interesting, because someone's already put a large bet down on the long shot with me. I'm going to lay some of the action off on two other bookies. I hope this info you've given me is good, honey."
"Look, Mr. West, this is the best I can do. The races here aren't fixed, you know."
"If anyone knows, believe me, I'm the one. They definitely are not fixed, which is what makes winning so difficult. I just hope this little system of yours works. If it does, why it'll be like spinning straw into gold, won't it."
"Can I go, now?" she asked.
"Not yet," he told her. "I have a direct line to the track. The results'll be in very shortly. Suppose you just sit, relax, and we'll hear about each race as it comes in."
So Miriam sat in a plush chair across the room, aware of the way West was scrutinizing her. She had no doubt what was on his mind, though she was certain he was totally unaware she knew what she was thinking. He picked up the phone and made a few calls, but she didn't listen to what he said.
In the next two and a half hours she became very nervous, watching him pick up the phone each time it rang, listening, seeing him nod, watching him smile.
At five o'clock, after putting down the phone for the last time, he looked at her, and said, "You're good, kid. You're more than good. You're terrific. You gave me six winners, including the long shot. And two of the other three came in the money. I saved myself a small fortune laying off that long shot bet. Yeah, you're all right. You go home, pack a bag, and one of my boys will drive you to my house. I want you near me for a whole month. The only time you get out of my sight is when you go to school. And at the end of the month, your father's debt'll be wiped clean. Not only that, but I suppose he told you he gets ten percent of whatever I make, laying down bets, myself."
"He told me," Miriam nodded, her voice sounding crisp, never once betraying the fear she felt within herself.
"I like you, kid," West nodded. "I like you a lot. Could be, before you walk outta my house, you'll have yourself a nice little bank account and a few presents."
Miriam managed to suppress a shudder. Now she was certain the barrel-chested man was going to make advances.
Marty, West's bland-faced, personal bodyguard drove Miriam to her apartment and waited while she packed a suitcase. Then he drove her to the other end of town. He ushered her into a imagine apartment building, and they took the elevator to the penthouse.
The penthouse was a duplex, with small rooms. Shelly West didn't like large rooms. He had a small, opulently furnished living room, a small kitchen, a small dining room, and upstairs there were two bedrooms.
Marty took her suitcase and brought it into the larger bedroom, and Miriam knew for sure Shelly West was going to try something. What clinched it in her mind was Marty's smile as he walked out of the room and came downstairs where she was sitting on a sofa.
"Go take a bath, kid," Marty told her. "The boss-likes people around him to smell nice."
Miriam went upstairs, found the master bathroom, and took a long bubble bath. She kept her hair braided and didn't wash it. Miriam hated washing her hair, and as it was, washed it twice a week. Then she usually wrapped it in a towel waiting for it to dry. She hated using a blow dryer.
When she came out of the bubble bath, she dressed in a simple blue print dress, knee-high socks, and her slip-on shoes. Then she went downstairs where supper was waiting.
Miriam had to admit it was a good supper, but Shelly West, still wearing his tan suit, was staring at her from across the table, and Marty, who was sitting on the side, was still smiling.
After supper, Marty discreetly left the apartment, and Miriam realized she was alone with West.
'Tell me about school, Miriam," West said, trying to make conversation as they walked into the living room.
He made himself a drink, the first of many, and Miriam realized he was getting drunk in the hope of making the first move toward her. He had to build what her mother used to call "false courage."
They watched TV for a few hours, and West continued drinking. At ten o'clock, Miriam excused herself and asked if it was all right for her to go to bed in the smaller bedroom.
"Take the larger bedroom," West told her.
T thought that was your room," she said.
"Yeah, well take the larger bedroom anyway. Don't worry about me."
"Hey, kid, when you're in my house you do as I say," West snapped. "I don't like backtalk from a twelve-year-old brat."
"Well just what is it you do like from a twelve-year-old brat?" Miriam asked, surprised to hear herself speaking so boldly.
"Well, since you ask, I like twelve-year-old cunt. I was sitting here, drinking, wondering whether or not to try making some kind of pass at you. That big mouth of yours has decided everything. I'm gonna put that mouth of yours to use, tonight. And I'm gonna use it every night you open it the wrong way."
"In other words, you're looking for excuses," Miriam said, fear clutching her heart as Shelly West rose to his feet and walked over to her.
"I don't need excuses, kid," he said in a soft voice, then bent down, picked her up, and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of oatmeal. Her glasses fell, and Miriam managed to catch them before they hit the floor.
West climbed the stairs, walked into his elegantly furnished bedroom, and slung her down on the white coverlet. Her head snapped back and her eyes were wide with terror. "Now get your clothes off," West snapped at her. "It's time you started learning what life is all about. And I'm the one man to teach you. I'm going to get a drink. When I get back, you be naked. Got me?"
He lurched out of the room, and a minute later was back with his drink. He was breathing heavily through his nose, betraying a deviated septum.
Miriam lay still, unable to think clearly. She'd known he intended fucking her, but she'd had no idea he would be so brutal about it. Her father occasionally came home drunk, but he had never been mean. Shelly West terrified her.
"I told you to get those damn clothes off," West snapped at her. "You're not at home with your daddy. In this house I crack the goddamn whip, and when I do, everyone, including you, jumps." His voice was even quieter now, but sounding more filled with menace than ever before.
Terrified, Miriam began crying. Anger came through her tears, and she decided she didn't have to take this from this terrible man. She stared at him with all the hate she was able to muster, and said, "You leave me alone, you hear? Leave me alone."
West felt the anger boil up in him, and he threw his drink in Miriam's face. The splash stunned the girl, and she fell back on the cover again. The shock of ice and scotch running down her terrified young face, leaking into her nose and mouth. Ice cubes were all over the white coverlet as her little mouth hung open.
"You're an awful man!" she screamed, and West tossed his drinking glass into the nearby fireplace, where it smashed.
It was plain the man intended raping her. He reached out, grabbed her dress by the neckline, then simply tore it from top to bottom in one single rip, his hand tugging like a maddened ape. He jerked the dress from her in pieces and threw it aside.
Miriam fell back, kicking and screaming in terror as he pulled off her shoes, yanked off her socks, and grimly proceeded to tug off her panties, as well. Now she was totally naked.
"Yeah," West nodded. "That's the way I've been wanting to see you. For a skinny little kid, you're not bad, not bad at all."
Before Miriam was able to reply, West was pulling off his own clothing, leaving everything scattered all over the room. When he was totally naked, Miriam stared, unable to believe what she saw. His phallus had to be nearly three times the length of Rumpy's. Not only that, it was more than twice as thick. I; wasn't a penis, it was a tree stump. The girl squealed in terror and scurried to the head of the bed, wrapping her arms around her knees and staring at him as he walked over to her. She was quaking with fear, and when his hands loosened her hold on her legs, she simply complied, too frightened to resist. She lay naked and defenseless now, sobbing while on her back. She shut her eyes, too afraid to look and see what West had in store for her. Cool air washed across the nakedness of her little-girl body, and she felt cold and helpless, and more alone than she had ever been in her entire life.
West looked down at the helpless girl's nakedness, seeing her small, rounded, growing breasts, her tiny waist, the flat tummy, smooth thighs, and the narrow, delicate ankles and feet. She was young, just as he liked, and all her curves were just starting to form, the way he liked a female body to appear. Hollows were first starting to take shape in her body. Yes, she was perfect. Miriam was pretty, very pretty, and on a delightfully tiny scale. It was bodies like Miriam's that made West drool all the time. Mature women lacked a certain mystique. But a girl first starting to take shape was still a mystery. No one knew where and when her development might stop. There was a nymph-like quality to a growing girl, almost as if she were a dainty little naiad. Her hips were only now starting to round out and enlarge, and the fuzzy lint surrounding her box looked so sexy, West had to swallow to keep the saliva from falling from his mouth. Her vaginal lips were pouting, seemingly throwing him kisses, inviting him to kiss them. And her mouth was partly open in fear, nearly ovaled, looking like a perfect receptacle for his thick cock.
"Open those eyes, Miriam," West snapped.
Terrified, the young girl obeyed. She had never seen a man so infuriated. Her father never showed her any anger, and Rumpy had been nothing but nice, even when his cock had caused her some mild pain the first times it had entered her anus and vagina. She lay on the bed, shrinking away from him, apprehensively anticipating the-likely possibility of being hit. A shudder tremored through her young body, almost rippling her smooth, white flesh. She stared up at him and trembled.
West was gripping the thrusting stem of his throbbing cock, tugging the hot, hard, licentious shaft back and forth, stroking his fist over the ponderous leaking head again and again. The licentious sight seemed repellent to the young girl. Though West's cock was long and thick and perfectly shaped, there was something so lasciviously evil about its appearance. The man's obnoxious air of almost-militant domination was something Miriam hated. Rumpy had loved her the entire time he had touched her. Even in the beginning, when it had been nothing more than a bargain between the two of them, Rumpy had given her consideration and care, kissing and hugging and loving her, making it all seem so natural and right. Compared to Rumpy, West was a monster. He seemed to be pulling on his whang as if doing so was the only thing to keep it hard.
And then something snapped in Miriam. She felt anger and indignation flood her body. Rumpy hadn't needed to get drunk to get up enough courage to love her. But this man was soused, and he wasn't loving her, but striking fear into her. And her anger at his being drunk overcame her fear for a moment, and Miriam taunted the man.
"You don't need me!" she screamed at him. "You don't need anyone. You have your fist. You can do more things to that fist of yours than you might ever do to my body. Go on, keep on pulling and playing with it like some immature schoolboy who has never known anything better."
The girl's words were like brine to West's fogged mind. Each syllable was a dagger cutting into his very soul, and for a moment everything went blank.
Miriam screamed and screamed again when his hovering body straightened hers out on the bed, then climbed onto her, pinning her young form to the bed, his heavy knees pinioning her small, slender arms, while his hands reached down, grabbed her braids, and jerked her head upright, moving the dome of his penis toward her clenched lips.
"No!" Miriam uttered through clamped teeth. "No, no, no, I won't do it!"
Her eyes saw every detail of his spongy glans, noting the smoothness of the flesh. She saw droplets of fluid continuing to seep from the head of the man's cock, sticking to the underside, coating it, making it glisten. Miriam was able to see every vein in the penis, watching them wind through the blood-filled staff, and the sight of the massive whang so terrified her, she feared she might strangle.
"You sweet little cunts always try to fight me off," West told her, once again regaining control of himself. "And each time I force you, I end up having to wait while you finish drinking the cream from my cock. You never seem to want to let go. Well, honey, you're no better than the other cunts I've had in this room. You might be a little younger than the others, but all that means is, you'll be learning things a little sooner. Now you grab my cock with both hands, because you'll need both hands to hold onto it, and take the head into your mouth, and start sucking and sucking and sucking. And you'll suck until my balls are empty, or so help me God, I'll use it in your cunt and cut you right up the middle here and now."
Miriam squirmed under him as his knees lifted just enough for her to slide her arms out. She clamped both hands over her mouth, as if to let him know she had no intention of allowing his cock entry there. The massive prong seemed like a stalking snake as it hovered over her face, and she shuddered as she felt his huge balls rubbing her chest.
The girl knew there was no hope of escaping. Whatever she did, whatever she thought, whatever .she hoped for were all things girls before had done, tried, and hoped for, and none of them had escaped the vile clutches of this monster. West was a maddened bull elephant, or so it seemed as he hovered over her, sitting on her diaphragm, rubbing his inner thighs against her small, growing nipples. She had insulted his masculinity, and he intended revenging himself on her. He was a powerful man, capable of strangling her in a matter of seconds if he wished to wrap those huge hands around her throat. And her outburst had made him even angrier. Miriam had never allowed her emotions to gain such thorough control of her before, and now she was inwardly crying that it had happened while she was in the process of being raped. It made things that much more difficult for her. God! If only she had kept her little mouth shut. No doubt he'd have still raped her, but everything would have happened so much more quickly. It might even be over, done with ... had she kept her mouth shut. No one had ever forced her like this. Even Rumpy's pretended rape was mild compared to this. Why in heaven's name had she been so stupid, crying out and insulting him that way while the two of them were all alone, and she was completely at his mercy?
'Take my cock, you bitch!" he snarled, his face high above hers as he savagely jerked her head, tugging her braids, pulling her face up toward his trembling rod, slapping both her cheeks. Miriam felt his open palm sting her right cheek, and then his backhand slammed against flesh resounded through the entire bedroom like the cracking of a whip.
Miriam heard the guttural, nasal rasping of West's breath as his knees pressed into her underarms, numbing the flesh, there. His hard, flat, hairy buttocks were pressing more weightily into her chest, and now his huge cock-dome was literally resting on the point of her chin. Slowly, her head throbbing and her cheeks smarting from West's brutal slaps, Miriam passively permitted her small mouth to open. Inwardly, she comforted herself with the thought she'd be able to gargle, afterward. The man was the Devil, himself.
"You goddamn stinking little snot-nosed kid," he bellowed. "You're all alike. You all think you're too good for something like this until you get a taste of it. Then you can't get enough of it. Now you take my cock in your hands. And don't crap me about not knowing what a cock is. All you kids know everything, today. Take my cock in your hands and hold it tight. And start licking the head until you've lathered it with a good coat of spit. And then you start sucking it. Suck it until I shoot my load down your throat. I'll teach you little cunts manners, yet."
Slowly, tremblingly, Miriam lifted her small, slender white fingers toward West's monolithic boner, watching it twitch and jerk in anticipation. Her fingers slowly wrapped themselves around the huge thickness, and Miriam realized it was so huge her fingers didn't go all the way around. The touch of her tiny white fingers caused burning sensations of heated anxiety to blast through West's phallic extension, and a grunt burst from his constricted throat.
Miriam felt the trembling and was wise enough to realize West's shivers were vibrations of anxiety and not fear. The touch of her small hands was sending incredible flashes of carnal heat flooding through his body, filling him with anxious lust, and blinding him to everything other than the total and thorough enjoyment of the girl's subjugation and degradation. He'd make her crawl and scream and beg for it before he fed his cock into her cunt. His face was lined with licentious desire and his mind spun wildly, soaked as it was in booze.
Miriam had never been aware a girl was capable of being trapped in a complete, no-way-out situation. Once she realized the immensity and utter helplessness of everything, her body slowly began relaxing, accepting the inevitable. Tears of sorrow fell from her eyes and ran down her little cheeks. West, like Rumpy, had made sure her glasses were still on. There was something about the way her glasses made her eyes seem bigger, like those of a trapped doe. Only this "doe" was trapped by the thing she was holding in her hands. Lord! Her hands looked so tiny, so almost-miniscule trying to surround the leviathan-like, blunt-headed instrument. Golly! It looked like some kind of gigantic weapon. The tiny slit on the head was continuing to ooze droplets of lubrication, like tears, almost as if the penis was crying right along with her for what she was being forced to do. She wondered if it was possible for the instrument to have some kind of feelings other than those felt by the man attached to it. And noting the grotesque thickness of it, Miriam wondered if it was humanly possible for her lips to surround the instrument. Lord! It looked like something depending from an elephant. Not that she was averse to the idea of cocksucking. On the contrary, Rumpy had taught her just how wonderful something like that was. But this wasn't a penis she was able to love. It was a weapon of torture. It was threatening her. How did one love something that threatened her?
"Lick it!" West snarled. "Come on, start using that tongue or I'll have that tongue torn out of your mouth."
West was screaming at her, tugging on her hair, pulling her braids so her reluctant face was directly beneath his cock. The swollen, heavily bloated cock-head was rubbing against her small, cupid's bow lips. Her face had a mixture of tears and liquor stains on it now, and her chin had a smear of his lubricant.
Miriam knew there was no way to avoid doing what West wanted. There was no escape, no waking up from this debasing nightmare. But even as she thought these things, her hands continued absently stroking the phallus, tugging on the mighty staff, pulling it back and forth again and again, and she heard West groaning, anticipating she was ready to do what he had been ordering.
"You sure know how to jerk on a cock, little girl," he told her. "I'll give you that much. Now start using that mouth of yours. Come on!"
Timidly, her tongue reached out and licked at the bloated, swollen, balloon-like knob of his shuddering cock. She tasted his lubricant and snapped her tongue back into her mouth, fearful she might retch. But she didn't. In fact, as she rolled the oil about in her mouth and ultimately swallowed it, she had to admit there was no difference in taste between Rumpy's lubrication, and that of Shelly West. When Rumpy had kissed her with her own vaginal oil on his lips, Miriam had been able to detect a difference. Not so with Shelly's slippery fluid. All men had the same, tasteless oil. And though she knew she was licking West's cock, there was no nausea in her. The skin tasted different from that of Rumpy's flesh, but it still tasted good. There was a clean, musky scent about West's groin. It was not the unpleasant crotch she had originally believed. At least the man was meticulous about being clean. Her tongue licked out again, lapping at the soft, spongy point. Slowly, hesitantly she swirled her tongue around the amazing girth of his corona, experimentally continuing to taste him. West groaned, able to appreciate she was all right for what he sincerely believed was her first effort. The man's hands slid beneath his buttocks and began squeezing her small, growing breasts, pulling on the nipples, hardening them, making them grow larger.
A wonderful enveloping thrill shot through Miriam's covered breasts, warmed by the man's large, heavy hands. Her own hands gripped his pulsing cock all the more tightly, and the girl continued licking the entire surface of the onion-shaped head while her tiny hands continued stroking and fondling the heavy stem. West wasn't bellowing any longer, and the heavy sound of his breathing was more the result of his deviated septum than anger. Her hands and tongue continued playing along the lengthy thickness of his aching member in gentle, tender manipulations. The girl didn't know why, but she loved the pressure of West's hands on her breasts, even though he wasn't nearly as gentle as Rumpy. Strange, unreasoning excitement began inciting her young brain, making her body wildly respond.
The girl saw the tightness in West's groin as her tongue continued wrapping itself around the bloated head of his anxious cock, and so she continued licking it. She licked all over the broad expanse of penile point before finally letting her tongue lick into the little slit emitting all the lubricant. Little? Golly! The cut in his cock-head looked to be almost the size of her entire divided cunt. Holding her breath, the girl continued lapping the leaking oils, swallowing the smooth lubrication as it came out so fast, it seemed to stream out rather than drip out. Unwanted waves of thrilled delight began washing through her tiny body. Her nostrils flared and she smelled more of West as she continued licking his penile point, enjoying the scent of him. Her tongue licked farther along the sensitive underside of the pulsating, veined phallus, then slowly moved back to the coronal rim where she licked all the way around again.
West was tugging and kneading her enlarged nipples now, massaging them, sending floods of sensation pouring through them. His moans of mounting enjoyment urged Miriam to continue her licking. She raised her head a little, and West, seeing the way she was trying to please him, pushed a pillow beneath her neck to keep her head raised. Her tongue painted its way down the entire length of his underside, then went lower, licking the immense, weighty sac containing his balls, each of which seemed the size of a tennis ball. One of her small hands slid from around his hard cock and weighed the hot heaviness of his testicles.
"Thatta girl!" West was gasping. "Oh Christ! You're great. You're terrific! If this is the way you are without any training, after a month with me you'll be better than any whore on earth. Ohhhh goddddd!! ! "
His voice encouraged Miriam to continue, and she decided to see if it was possible for her to take the thickness of his penis between her lips. Moving her lips to the tip of his cock, she stretched her mouth open as wide as possible, and the reddened, bloated head pushed its seeping self between her teeth. Her warm, thin lips ovaled the massive pole, surrounding it with her sucking power. She did her best to force more of the massive girder into her mouth, trying to absorb more and more flesh. The gigantic pole pushed until the entire corona was past her sucking lips, pressing on her tongue, letting her taste the delicious, meaty flavor. His seepage continued leaking and now it was dripping down her throat. Her swallowing made her tiny mouth even tighter, almost crushing the cock, making West gasp with joy.
Shelly West groaned above the young girl, watching Miriam work had at sucking on his penis, amazed at how the little girl was able to widen her mouth. He hoped she didn't dislocate her jaw. Hell! If she was able to suck his cock this way now, he'd have her doing it every day from here on in. The sight of her mouth laboring around his aching, throbbing, pulsating naked shaft made his own eyes bulge. And from the pressure of her lips and tongue, he knew she was sucking. The girl wasn't content to let his cock rest in her mouth. She was really sucking, and sucking hard. And from the way she was sucking, it was obvious she wanted more of his cock, so he slowly fed another inch into her pretty face. Christ! What a mouth! What a tight mouth! West had never felt anything this tight around his cock, before. The girl was sucking his wanger, and she was loving every last little bit of it. True, he had known she'd like it once she started doing it, but he'd had no idea Miriam would take to it this quickly.
Reaching out, he grabbed another pillow and shoved it under the girl's head, raising it higher, propping her into a more comfortable position. Now she was able to take two more inches into her mouth, but that was it. His knob was already rubbing against the back of her throat, and there was no way he'd be able to fit the thickness of his glans into her throat without choking her to death.
From the way the man's hands continued caressing her, Miriam realized he hadn't meant to be quite as rough as he had been. Now that she was cooperating, he was relaxing, and her face was no longer a mask of fear, but lined with concentration as she continued sucking on his penis as if it were an immense straw. She loved it. What was more, she knew West was aware she loved it. His hands began to pinch and thumb her pink, penny-sized nipples again, making them harden and lengthen even more. Now both her hands lovingly cupped his huge balls as her mouth moved back and forth, her lips and tongue tightly stroking the huge penis, within.
Unable to help himself, Shelly put pressure on his knees, digging them into the bed so he was able to move his cock back and forth in the girl's mouth. He stared at the way her pretty lips ovaled around his penis, thrilling to the lascivious, salacious movements of her cheeks as they hollowed and bloated. Her head was bobbing faster and faster now, letting him know she was doing this of her own free will and accord.
Miriam stared up when West's hands surrounded her cheeks. She saw the fiery lust glittering in his eyes, and she offered no resistance when his hands pressed her face, holding it in place. Now he was undulating his hips forward and back, guiding his massively swollen cock in and out of her receptive little mouth, and Miriam heard the damp sucking sounds made by the air pressure each time he pumped in. The girl's braids made her seem even younger to Shelly West, and he thought of her as a capricious little imp. The thrilling, prickling sensations of her moving tongue were sending him on a one-way ride to heaven, goading him on and on, making delight build higher and higher inside her, egging him on to continue riding his cock into her oral cavern. Yeah, this was one helluva mouth, all right. More and more desire leaped through him.
The forced sucking of West's massive, mastodon-like penis was bringing Miriam a feeling of insane, obscene stimulation she'd never believed she'd feel. The girl was smart enough to know she didn't love West. Love? Heck! She didn't even like him. But there was something extra-special about his penis. Much as she loved Rumpy, Miriam knew she adored a large penis, and at this point her mind had completely divorced West's cock and balls from the rest of him. This was the reason why she was feeling hotter and hotter despite being originally forced to steadfastly suck the massive prick against her will. Common sense told her to accept everything without questioning it.
Her breasts were tingling and thrilled because of the wonderful pinpoints of pleasure shooting through her anxious nipples. An intemperate licentiousness was threading and snaking its way through her girlish loins and flat belly in spite of the terrible punishment and horrible humbling she had received. Yes, there was no doubt about it. Perverse, wanton rapture was rising through her like smoke tendrils.
Tears no longer rolled down her cheeks, and she clung to his ballooning balls possessively with her tiny fingers massaging them while her anxious little mouth continually sucked on Shelly's cock, vainly attempting to pull the head into her narrow throat. But no matter how much she relaxed her pharynx, it simply was incapable of widening enough to accept the enormous bulk of the man's throbbing, pulsating cock-head. Even so, her lips surrounded and sucked on the mammoth organ, pulling it into the deep dark, warm recesses of her young mouth. Her lapping tongue carefully licked all around, exploring every little swell on his smooth flesh, touching the ridge of his corona again and again, stretching and trying to lick the underside right down to his balls. But there was nearly four inches of cock still out of her mouth, and to make up for it, one of her hands wrapped itself around the base of the pole as best it could, and jerked in time to the way her mouth sucked. Each time her head pulled back, Miriam wrapped her tongue around the swell of his mushroom-like head, licking it voraciously and enjoying the tasteless oil dripping into her mouth. She lapped the blood-swollen head repeatedly. And without realizing it, Miriam's own tiny legs stretched out in what was a luxuriating leopard-like stretch and lewdly spread apart. Miriam's own inner secret parts were slowly but surely becoming wet and hot, and a lovely lassitude of growing excitement was eeling its way through her limbs, making her muscles and nerve-endings tingle with delight.
West stared down at the way the tiny girl's elasticized lips, looking like a single, stretched rubber band, absorbed his phallic prod as he held her face with his hands, pounding his mighty pole of meat in and out. Her pink lips clasped his thick cock very tightly, and the pressure was maddening. He knew full well the girl was receiving almost as much enjoyment from sucking his dong as he was from being sucked. This was one sensuous kid. She'd make one great whore, someday. Staring down, he thrilled to the way the tiny ridges of tender flesh seemed to pull out each time he tugged his throbbing penis back, only to disappear as he slammed forward again, sinking the head, and half the length of his stalk right up against her tiny gullet. Her mouth looked so wildly salacious, West found it incredible to believe the girl had adapted so quickly. Yet the evidence was there, in front of him. She was sucking, pulling, licking and lapping, careful not to bite him. God! He wished her mouth was a little deeper. West ached to see what it would be like to rub his pelvic bush into her nose and glasses.
Continuing thrills and wonderful sensations kept on stealing slowly through the young Miriam's body. The intensity increased, making her writhe beneath him. Her mouth was as wide open as possible, receiving the man's jutting, plunging penis into the burning depths of her tight oral cave. Holding the heavy root with one entire hand, she tugged on the outer, loose skin as her mouth sank lower in an attempt to capture more of his tasty meat. It was a vain attempt. No matter how hard she tried, Miriam's mouth was not ready to absorb more of West's cock. She sucked so hard, pulling the knob so tightly against her body, she felt as if she were being gagged. There was the vague possibility she might have choked had she not turned her head to one side or another each time she pulled the penis out, relieving the pressure a little bit.
Sucking on Shelly West's cock was a totally new experience for Miriam. Not even Rumpy's cock had been able to prepare her for this. This cock was an experience unto itself. But then, so was Rumpy's. And even though Rumpy's prick was smaller and thinner, Miriam decided she preferred it. She loved the idea of sucking a whole cock into her mouth, even if it was smaller and thinner than the one on which she was masticating at the moment.
Her tongue began to frenziedly tongue up and down the underside again, feeling the tube inside convulse as the head throbbed and pulsated. Then her lips again returned to the rubbery knob, and began frenziedly lapping up and down the little string of flesh on the underside, where the folds of the glans came together. She tasted the continued oiliness of his leaking slit, drinking the fluid down again and again. And all the while her other hand delicately massaged his heavy balls, feeling the scrotal sac tighten and pull the enlarging balls all the more snugly into his groin. West's groans became louder and louder as he rotated his hips forward and back, literally slamming his lengthy cock into the little girl's sucking mouth. Her oral cavity pulled and sucked, keeping time with the way he was fucking into it.
West had expected another protest from the young girl, and was more than pleasantly surprised when the look on her face told him she was thrilled to be able to continue sucking his cock. Her lips were nursing on his malebone as if she expected to receive nourishment from it. She continued sucking the full length as far into her mouth as possible, hollowing and bloating her cheeks as she labored like a working slave intent on satisfying her master. Keeping his knees dug into the mattress, West allowed her free rein now, letting her do all the work on his cock while his own hands continued touching and tantalizing her nipples. He was content the girl no longer needed guidance. For an amateur, she was a superb cocksucker. She was a girl who learned in one helluva hurry. God! She was great.
West decided he had to try them even younger from now on. When he finished with Miriam, there was a blowzy old whore he knew with a ten-year-old daughter who had been looking for a loan. He'd have to try her. Hell! He was willing to bet the ten-year-old kid had an even tighter mouth than Miriam. In the meantime, as long as he had Miriam living with him, he intending making her suck him off every night. He had enough stamina for two climaxes, and he was sure he'd be able to fuck her, afterward. And he sure as hell intended fucking this pretty little girl's cunt. Hell! He was willing to bet it was every bit as good as her mouth. Being a loan shark definitely had its compensations. And to think, she was good at picking horses, too. He had no idea what kind of system she used, nor did he care. In a month, if she was consistent, he'd make so much, he'd be able to retire twenty times over.
Miriam thrilled to the pungent tang of West's pulsating meat as she lavished her tongue against his dome-like glans again and again, sucking out more of the colorless, odorless fluid. Right now she was able to continue enjoying what she was doing, but remembering what Rumpy had told her, each time West wanted to do something different with her, such as fucking her, she had to show some resistance to make the man continue believing she was totally new to this. The truth of the matter was, she wished she had Rumpy here, right now, and she was able to lave both cocks with her tongue at the same time. It might be wrong, nevertheless the idea of two, or even more cocks, excited her. There was a tremendous delight in being able to lick different penises. Sliding down a little bit further, the young girl began lathering West's balls with her sputum, feeling the hairs tickle her mouth as her tongue licked again and again in ever-widening circles.
"Oooooh!" West gasped. "Ohhhhh ... sweet little girl ... you are terrific..." he gasped as his heavy hips continued rotating. He tried to grind his cock back into her mouth, but her tongue remained busy concentrating on his balls. Her moving oral digit continued coating his heavy, ball-bloated leathery sac with wide sweeps as her hungry mouth stretched even more in an attempt to catch as much of his scrotal flesh as possible.
West groaned again as Miriam's tongue returned to the burgeoning length of his throbbing cock, licking its way up until it once again touched the head. Then her tongue lassoed the glans and pulled it between her circling lips, enclosing the head in warmth and liquidity.
Miriam sucked harder now, feeling Shelly West cramming his meat ever deeper into her mouth, filling her tiny oral cave to the utmost. Her throat was willing to take his glans inside but it remained a physical impossibility. She ached to feel the scintillating, licentious actuality of West's wonderfully massive penis in the heated haven of her sucking mouth. She ached to shelter it and cover it with heavy tonguings and wanton oral love until those huge, bloated balls relieved themselves by spurting their contents into her gullet. Tiny, muffled mewls of delight spilled from her clogged mouth. The sound eked out around the massive length of Denis she continually attempted to swallow whole.
"Come on, kid," West was grunting. "Do it to me! Uhhhh! Ohhhhh Godddd! Keep on sucking, keep on sucking ... yeahhhhh ... yeahhhh..."
The man began speeding up the way he was thrusting his long, hard phallus into Miriam's oral depths, feeling the way her lovely, delightful clinging lips gripped his penis as if she had millions of little suckers attached to them. West had long ago lost his drunken stupor. The feeling of the girl's mouth around his moving cock had built the sexuality in him so high, the incomparable ecstasy had driven the fumes of whiskey from his whirling mind.
Yeah! he thought, pounding his staff into the little girl's mouth. This is what it's all about. A nice, pretty little face I can fuck along with a delicious little cunt I can either fuck or eat, as the mood hits me.
Miriam's slender thighs were squeezing and rubbing together, making her vaginal lips rub together as well, rubbing like closed hinges against one another as Miriam sensed West's urgent need for satisfaction. Her hands released his cock and balls and reached under and up, gripping his hard, flat buttocks, pulling his loins closer to his face, attempting the impossible. She wanted the head of his hard-driving cock to force her gullet open and slip inside. The pressure of the penis against her esophagus was creating wild feelings inside her, and the girl was well aware she had an orgasmic trigger somewhere in her throat which might conceivably bring about a climax for herself as well as one for Shelly West. Her fingers dug into his ass-cheeks and gripped tightly, and he did slam forward harder. His cock was still much too thick to enter her gullet, but it did manage to reach far enough in to rub against the little nerve-ending inside which seemed linked to her cunt, and with each powering thrust, Miriam felt her own climax starting to build.
West's hands reached down again, this time not stopping at her cheeks, but gripping her ears. He labored back and forth, pounding his throbbing cock in and out of the girl's mouth. Tiny as her oral orifice was, it seemed able to take more of his penis than the mouth of many a paid whore. Hell! He knew he was thick, and never expected any woman to be able to swallow the entire length of his cock. But this little girl was trying harder than any female he had previously known, and that included women as well as girls. Christ! This kid was enjoying it more than any other female he had ever known. Goddamn! This was the way it should be. The chick was supposed to enjoy it as much as he. But this was the first female he'd ever found who enjoyed taking so much of his dong into her mouth, she wanted more of it.
Miriam's fingers tightly clenched the flesh of West's ass as she tugged on the hard cheeks, doing her best to suck him even deeper. That was a total impossibility, but she refused to give up, clamping her lips all the harder around the throbbing pole, doing her level-best to vacuum more into her. Her lips pressed all the more firmly around his stalk of flesh, intensifying the pleasure each time he either thrust forward or pulled back.
"Christ! Oh Christ! Oh son of a bitch Christ! Harder ... uhhhhh ... harder ... suck my cock ... suck it ... suck it ... faster ... oooooh ... unnnhhhh ... yesss-sssss..." the man continued wildly gasping and chanting as he continued slamming his throbbing rod of flesh-covered steel into the young girl's anxiously awaiting mouth. Her tiny hands dug into the flesh of his ass-cheeks urging him forward, pressing his ass with maddening fervor as she felt his penile point rubbing against her esophagus again and again. From the weight of his balls slamming against her chin, Miriam knew West had a load to unleash comparable to the Mississippi River. Lord! She thought his balls might literally burst inside his leathery sac. Christ! He was almost near, now. At any moment he'd unleash the torrent inside her, flooding her throat, and eventually her belly, gushing and spurting deeper and deeper into her tender gut. Yes, this time she'd be swallowing the sperm of Shelly West, and Miriam was anxious to find out if it tasted different from that of Rumpy.
The girl felt West's loins throb and jerk, and the muscles in his tightening buttocks clenched together. The swollen glans, already huge beyond belief, swelled even more in her voracious, sucking mouth. Yes, yes, he was going to finally shoot his load down her throat. Miriam was hardly able to contain herself. And then she knew he was coming.
"AAAAAYYYY YAAAAAGGGG GHHHHH!" West screamed, and though Miriam was prepared to swallow, she was not quite ready for the enormous amount of seed he began expending, shooting load after load against the back of her throat, drenching it before the gummy fluid dripped down her pharynx into her belly. She heard West screaming again and again as great gouts of teeming liquid continued shooting down her eagerly sucking throat. His hips continued plunging forward repeatedly, gagging her, and the boiling, fiery spunk literally ran into her waiting belly, pooling there as she rapidly swallowed to keep herself from drowning. Her throat gasped open, then closed after each blast in order for her to continue surviving.
"SHHHHHEEEEEIIIIITTTTT!" West yelled, his head thrown wildly back as he felt exquisite agony continuing to bolt through him as the delightful agony of fulfillment continued squirting down the girl's throat. Over and over he continued spurting jets of heavy spunk into her mouth as his orgasm continued bursting on and on in wonderful, lust-satisfying bliss.
West stared and watched Miriam's lips continue to purse around his cock as his softening organ continued spurting semen into her mouth. There were no streams of sperm running down the sides of her mouth, and he was shooting too much for her to simply hold the fluid in her mouth. That meant the girl was swallowing everything he had to offer. Her throat was continually opening and closing, her adam's apple bobbing, confirming his suspicions.
Miriam alternately swallowed and sucked like some fiend from the pit in a frantic attempt to keep herself from being inundated, though anxious to taste everything he had to offer. Little by little the spurts were starting to diminish along with the size of his monstrous cock. The penis had become soft enough and short enough for her to take entirely in her mouth. She sucked eagerly and hungrily, hoping to make it bigger, again. Her own orgasm was still hanging by a thread. But the harder she sucked, the less he emitted, and the smaller his penis shrank, until it only reached halfway into her mouth, and wasn't nearly as thick as it had been, before.
Shelly West toppled off the girl, lying to the side of her, face-up, totally drained. He had never had the sperm sucked out of his cock like that, before. His mouth caught her nipple and automatically closed around it, sucking, feeling her hot breath cover his neck and his head.
Miriam was tired from having him sit on her chest, but she still ached for some kind of release. Unfortunately Shelly West's cock was limp and totally deflated. It had no value whatsoever. Hell! She had sucked and drained him to the best of her ability, and she was certainly entitled to something. She was so close, so close. All she needed was a little massage, but she'd be damned if she'd finger herself.
"You rode my face," she told him, "now I'm riding yours."
West hadn't the strength to object. He felt her pull her nipple from between his lips and roll him until he was lying face-up on the bed. Then without waiting, she climbed into his face and jammed her vagina against his nose and mouth. His tongue refused to come out, but his lips were rubbing against her clit, and she began hurriedly massaging the tiny nubbin, rubbing back and forth, back and forth, sensing her orgasm climbing higher and higher.
Damn the man! Miriam thought, cursing for the first time in her young life.
Frantically, she moved her hips faster, rubbing and pressing them solidly against his pursed lips. His hand griped her ass-cheek and moved her body automatically. Her entire body was shuddering and quivering as she drove her cunt against the man's mouth repeatedly.
On and on she humped, feeling the soft lips of the man's mouth continually press against her vaginal button. Her climax was so doggoned close, now.
Oh golly ... please ... please ... make me come, she thought, still rubbing her cunt back and forth across the man's sleeping face.
Reaching between her thighs, she spread her outer lips wider, giving her clitoris better access to the man's mouth. She felt his lips going slack, and saliva was dribbling out of one corner of his mouth, down his cheek as he lay there, snoring into her pussy. But now, with her outer lips being tugged wider apart, her twitching clitoris felt the pressure of his lips and grew longer and thicker. The erect little nubbin jumped and quaked and shook with the tender contact. She rubbed faster and faster, harder and harder.
Miriam sensed the rising, surging, raging building thrills in her anxious pussy as it continued rubbing against Shelly West's sleeping face. Her own breath was heavy and ragged now, and her glasses were all steamed up. Low moans were rising from deep inside her tiny chest cavity as waves of enchantment began building higher and higher.
The orgasm had hung inside her for so long, when it finally did come out, Miriam didn't believe it. It shattered her, breaking out through every pore in her body as she screamed a loud, "AAAAIIIIIEEEEE-YYYAAAGGGHHH!"
The trigger within her suddenly went off, and her convulsive tremors began. Driving pinpricks of flame shot through her anxious loins. She pressed down harder, continuing to rub her clitoris against the slack lips of Shelly West. Her vagina was taut and tense, wildly spasming, sucking, drawing everything intc itself. Great convulsions gripped her tiny inner walls and made them come together repeatedly.
The moans and sounds came from the lips she ha used to suck Shelly West dry, and she swallowed again and again, hoping there might be some residue in her mouth. She arched and writhed her vaginal lips against the sleeping face, crushing his cheeks with her thighs. Wave after wave of delight crashed through her, but even as she felt the relief, Miriam knew it just wasn't as good as when she was with Rumpy.
Slowly, very slowly, the fireworks within her calmed down until her shuddering stopped. When she finally rolled off Shelly West's face, she was tired, very tired. She didn't want to sleep in the same bed with this man, but her body was too tired to move. And with the lights on, she had just enough strength to remove her glasses, put them on the night table, and then drift off to sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
For some reason, Shelly West didn't touch Miriam the following few days. She continued stopping at Rumpy's motel room, fucking with him, getting the list of horses he thought had the best chance of winning each day, and continued trying to guess his last name. Miriam brought the list to West's office, and West used the list, laying off heavy bets while making some heavy bets of his own, especially on long shots. By the end of the week, West had quietly earned himself a heavy hundred thousand dollars over and above the money he paid to the Mob for giving him this particular bookmaking and loan sharking operation. Had the people for whom he worked known he was making these side bets without cutting them in for their share of the action, Shelly West would have been floating in the river, weighted down with some tiny pieces of lead.
Miriam knew West was greedy, and he was curious as to how she was so accurate in her forecast of winning horses. At first he thought she worked everything out in school, but after awhile he reasoned she didn't have time to work out the horses and continue doing well in her studies. A quick check let him know she was at the head of each class she attended in the Junior High School.
It was on Monday of the following week that Miriam became aware of someone following hr, and as a result, was unable to go to Rumpy's motel room. She thought of phoning, but knew Shelly West probably had a local tap on her father's phone. So she was overjoyed when, at one thirty in the afternoon, Rumpy came to her father's apartment as he had said he would.
Miriam took the list from him after she shut the door to her father's apartment.
"Does West know you're here?" Rumpy asked, kissing her.
"One of his men probably followed me here," she answered, "but he'll probably think I came here to get some fresh clothes. He's been so busy lately, I've had to do my own laundry. So he won't think anything's wrong if I come here to change clothes."
"God!" Rumpy whispered. "I can't seem to get over you. This past weekend without you almost drove me crazy, especially Sunday when I didn't see you at all."
"I've been thinking about doing this all day," Miriam told him, hurriedly taking off her clothing.
She lay down on the living room sofa as Rumpy quickly stripped.
'Today I want you on top of me," Rumpy told her, pulling her up off the sofa and lying down.
Miriam knelt on the floor beside the sofa, the upper half of her body near his groin. She leaned over and began blowing warm air all over his shuddering penis, making it stiffen and stand up even straighter. God! The more she saw of the penis, the more she loved it, especially now that Shelly West was no longer touching her at all. Her smoothly rounded backside was bobbing from side to side as both her hands encircled the phallus standing so rigidly in front of her eyes. It seemed as if usage had made Rumpy's small cock grow the littlest bit. Now, like a doctor examining a patient, she carefully looked over the swollen phallus, caressing it, loving it, giving it lots of care. As Miriam leaned over it, her long, dangling braids came down and tickled the man's thighs, while her fingers continued dancing over the hard surface of his cock as if playing a clarinet. Miriam was laughing, feeling good, glad to be with Rumpy. She licked her wetly parted lips, breathing over the pulsing penis, her face moving closer and closer to it.
"You have such a wonderful cock," Miriam said, grinning at Rumpy. "To me, it's the best cock in the whole world."
"How can you say something like that, after seeing Shelly West's maypole?"
"Mr. West may have a longer, thicker cock than you, but his doesn't thrill me nearly as much as yours."
The girl found herself examining the jockey's penis all over again, as if looking at it for the first time. The thick, swollen head seemed to glow a majestic purple in the mid-afternoon sunlight streaming across them from the living room window. She noticed the way his narrow slit in the glans opened and closed with the way her hand jerked on it. Rumpy lifted himself up on his elbows and coolly stared at the way she stroked his cock. She was so sure of herself, now. In a short time she had become a true expert. He raised and lowered his hips repeatedly, letting her know he wanted to plant his cock between her pretty lips.
The two were so engrossed in what they were doing, neither of them heard the apartment front door open. Shelly West motioned to Marty to remain on guard outside the door, and he slipped into the apartment. The sounds of heavy sighing told him the little girl was not quite as innocent as he had originally believed. Her mouthwork on his cock should have been clue enough. Hell! The girl had so thoroughly drained him with her mouth, he had hardly been able to function, the next day. Unfortunately it meant his having to keep his hands off her for a little while. His job needed a lot of his attention. Had he not had an important appointment with his "family" boss, he'd have fucked the girl on Sunday. But he had that appointment, and he was being congratulated on his bookmaking operation, which had become the winningest operation in the entire state. If he kept it up, he'd be given more territory, shortly.
West peered around the hallway corner into the living room, watching everything that was happening. He recognized the young jockey immediately, and now knew how Miriam had been getting her information. The smart thing would have been for him to walk out of there and let Miriam continue. Hell! Her body was making him rich. But he felt an overpowering jealousy. What he had forced the girl to do with him, she was doing willingly with the jockey, and this angered him. So he stayed there, determined to watch and see just how far the little slut was willing to go. Subconsciously he wanted to see what he, himself might be able to do with her when he got her back at his apartment, later on. His cock was already stretching his pants, making him wantonly aroused at what he was watching. So he stood and peered around the corner, watching the two, so emotionally engrossed in one another, neither thought to glance in his direction.
Miriam was mewling with pleasure, her voice a soft, sighing moan as her pretty face leaned closer and closer to the thickly jutting column of flesh. She leaned closer and closer to it until her small, firm breasts were almost directly above his penis. Had her breasts been longer and fuller, Miriam would have been able to press Rumpy's cock between them. As it was, she used her hands, trying to push her tiny breasts together in the hope of trapping the penis, aching to make a fleshy sandwich of it. But the best she was able to do was alternate her body from side to side, rubbing each nipple up and down the length of his penis.
The swollen purple head of Rumpy's hard cock continued impatiently pulsating as it rubbed against her left nipple, then her right, feeling the hard, eraser-like nubbin almost cut into his flesh. Sometimes, his cock merely rested between her breasts, its underside pressing against her flat, girlish flesh, rubbing up and down, leaving trails of its leakage on her skin.
To Shelly West, the whole thing looked like some weird kind of pagan ritual as the girl continued performing over Rumpy's idol-shaped phallus. Rumpy had a smile on his face and a glow in his eyes as he watched his hard, stiff penis being massaged by Miriam's chest and nipples. The pressure was becoming too much for him, and digging his elbows more firmly into the sofa cushions, he started slamming his cock higher. The head rubbed against her chin, leaving little smears of seepage.
Miriam, fully aware of what the man wanted, backed away a little, a teasing smile on her lips. Then those same teasing lips formed into an O. Her eyes continued twinkling, even if the O had wiped the smile off her lips. Slowly, she bent down, and her little pink tongue flicked out at the twitching phallus. And then her tongue was circling the entire head.
For a moment the entire bizarre scene tilted in West's eyes. He was tempted to laugh out loud. How was it possible for that dumb little cunt to prefer that jockey's small cock to his big, beautiful peter. Christ! The kid was unbelievable.
The smart thing for West to do would be to back out of there. Hell! What did it matter what one little cunt did? He still had the use of her for three more weeks, himself. And there were so many other young pussies waiting to be used. Why worry about this particular one? She wasn't worth it. Nevertheless, his ego was galled. It bothered him to think anyone might prefer some putz with a small cock to his magnificent prick. No power on earth was strong enough to make Shelly West budge from that spot at that moment. Just watching the willing way the girl was licking the jockey's penis, with her naked ass standing up in the air like that was really getting to West. He intended watching everything now, and then making her repeat it with him.
Miriam's tongue continued teasing Rumpy's cock, and it seemed to swell the littlest bit more, becoming the slightest bit thicker. Her tongue painted the full length of the penis, licking from the base to the tip of the blood-filled cock, then slurping her way down to his balls again, keeping a consistent pressure on the sensitive underside of the cock. Each time her tongue moved up, it licked off the new drops of oil forming at the head of the cock. Then her tongue lashed from side to side, as if she were whipping the stolid instrument into submission. Her saliva coated it again and again. Rumpy was moaning and writhing like a helplessly trapped animal, and when Miriam felt she had "tortured" him enough, she pulled her tongue back into her mouth. Now it was time to do some imagine sucking.
Her head hovered over the phallic length, and she stared at it, knowing instinctively, this was the penis custom-made for her vagina and her mouth. Slowly her head lowered and her O-shaped lips surrounded the bullet-like glans, tugging it into the heated wetness of her sucking mouth. Her tongue moved back and forth against the underside as her head moved lower, and her lips engulfed the entire length of cock. Gradually, little by little, she swallowed all of it, and she realized the penis had grown just the littlest bit. Its head was pushing into her throat, opening her esophagus, fitting itself inside as Shelly West's cock had been incapable of doing. More, it was rubbing the little nerve-ending in her throat, making her that much more aroused. Her fingers clamped tightly around his balls, squeezing them carefully, not wanting to hurt him, yet intent on making him feel total pleasure.
Her head went as far down as possible, so her tongue was able to lick Rumpy's balls as well, and then slowly rose, leaving the entire length of cock shining with her spit. Miriam moaned her delight at what she was doing. Her cheeks hollowly bloated, making her look all the more grotesque, then hollowed, sucking in as her jaws pulled on the furiously pulsating rod. Each time her tugged-out lips rose, a trail of white marks showed where her teeth were biting into the rampant organ. Now her head was gaining some rhythm as it began rapidly sawing up and down the full length of Rumpy's penis. Her lips remained tightly compressed, rolling in and out as she continued sucking with tremendous vital force. With her other hand she began massaging the hairy, ball-filled sac, feeling how heavy they had become, not having released their load for an entire weekend.
Shelly West stared, hungry to become a part of the scene. His heart was pounding in his chest, reverberating so heavily, it seemed as if it might burst through. He unconsciously undid his belt and dropped his pants and underpants, gripping his massive prick as he stared at what was happening. His heavy balls were already swelling, and his scrotum was tightening. His knees were trembling, and he had to lean against the doorpost to keep himself from falling. And all the while he kept the couple on the couch in sight. Christ! It was too much.
Without knowing what he was doing, West stepped into the room. At first, the couple was so engrossed, they had no notion he was there. He tore off his shirt and undershirt, and but for his shoes and socks, was totally naked. His immense cock stood out in front of him.
"All right!" he snarled, standing over the two of them.
Instantly, Miriam's mouth came off Rumpy's cock and she looked at him, terror filling her eyes.
"Leave her alone," Rumpy snapped. "She's been giving you everything you want. She doesn't belong to you."
"I know, I know," West growled. "And now I know how she's been getting all her information. Well, well, isn't it nice to know I'm the one responsible for bringing you two lovers together in the first place."
"What are you going to do?" Miriam asked.
"I'm a reasonable man," West told her. "It's obvious the two of you have something going. But I still have the hots for you, Miriam. So the answer is simple. For the rest of the time you stay with me, you keep going to him and getting the info from him. But any time you fuck for him, you also fuck for me. I'd like to be there, but I can't. If anyone saw me or my guys hanging around Larry, here, he'd be barred from racing, and I'd no longer get my good tips."
"Fine," Rumpy nodded.
"Yeah, I knew you'd agree," West nodded, too. "But now that I'm already here, the three of us are going to have a fuck-fest. It'll probably be the only time we'll be able to make a threesome of this, so let's make it a good one, huh."
"Hey now wait a minute..." Rumpy started.
"Quiet!" Miriam broke in. "It's the only way out of this. So let the two of you work on me at once. And I'll work on both of you, also."
And before Rumpy was able to object, Miriam's mouth sank down on his cock, engulfing the entire length of it. She wiggled her naked buttocks at West.
"Oh am I ever going to fuck that little cunt," West insisted.
His voice was nervous. He had never shared a female with another male. Sometimes he had taken on two females at once, but this was his first experience with another man, as well. What the hell! It was the only way he'd be able to fuck Miriam at the moment. Later on, in the evening, when he was alone with her, he'd be able to fuck her again, to his heart's content. At least he was getting into her cunt, first. Her ass-hole was too small for him to consider. Or was it? Maybe he ought to fuck her ass at that.
Miriam felt her nerves tingle when she heard what West said. The girl knew her cunt was narrow, and it had never held anything as large as West's cock, before. But this was certainly the best way for her to try taking it. Her screams would be muffled by the pressure of Rumpy's cock in her mouth.
She was aware of West moving behind her, and she rose to her feet, spreading her white thighs wide apart, letting the rich pinkness of her cunt show in a wanton gesture of willing acquiescence. Her ass-cheeks wobbled from side to side as her head continued bobbing up and down. Her buttocks looked like twin moons suspended in the air, and her back sloped slightly downward as she leaned over the table, her mouth continually sucking hungrily on Rumpy's hard, swollen cock.
West, looking around, spied some bottles of cheap whiskey in a small credenza against the wall. He opened one of the credenza doors, took out a bottle of scotch, and returned with it to Miriam's wiggling rump. Opening the bottle, he laughed, saying, "This is really going to be tasty," and he proceeded to empty the entire bottle all over Miriam's back, buttocks, and cunt. Miriam, her mouth filled with cock, was unable to gasp out her surprise at feeling the liquor splash all over her. She felt the fluid running into her asscrack, tickling her anus, and dripping between her thighs as much of it burned the mucous membranes of her vagina. Even so, the heat from the liquor began soaking through her skin, and the girl started moaning and sighing. Shelly went and got another bottle of scotch, and this time put the open neck inside her pussy, widening her vaginal opening, and spilling the contents into her. Miriam jumped, feeling a combination of fire and desire burn through her, both at the same time. The scotch came pouring out of her, falling onto the ratty carpeting below, and streaking her thighs with its amber color.
Miriam gasped, wondering why she was allowing this obscene thing to take place. It was obvious West was debasing her by pouring the alcohol into her, but even as she thought these things, her nerves tingled with renewed excitement as she stared down between her own thighs and realized what West intended doing.
Turning his back to the bent-over Miriam, Shelly West sat on the liquor-soaked carpet, leaning back and resting his head on the scotch-inundated sofa cushion. His face was between Miriam's thighs, and his mouth was wide open. He licked the golden drops of scotch clinging to the peach fuzz making up her pubic hair.
Now Miriam felt good. By doing this, West was admitting he was humbling himself to her, all set to kiss her cunt as he had made her lick his cock the week before. Only he was doing it without having to be told. This was wonderful. Her mouth was crammed with one cock, while her cunt was about to receive the benefit of Shelly West's tongue. Her body burned with a fiery intensity.
Shelly didn't even have to raise his head. Miriam spread her thighs all the wider, and this made her crotch sink lower as her knees spread all the wider, until she felt the soft flesh of her vaginal lips pressing into the voracious mouth with its extended tongue. The instant his lips hotly touched the booze-soaked folds of her burning labia, Miriam shuddered and gasped, her mouth working all the more intensely on the penis it held. Moans and groans came from her throat, muffled by the breadth of Rumpy's cock. Instantly, she trembled as West's hot, wet, quivering tongue lanced between the delightfully natural lips of her vaginal orifice. She trembled even more when West's arms wrapped themselves around her lower back and tugged her down so his tongue was able to sink into the flaming depths of her scotch-soaked cunt. His fingers dug into the soft, supple cheeks of her white ass, tugging on the globes, spreading the twin cheeks wide apart so as to gain better access for his licking tongue.
Miriam felt a wanton trembling trickle down her spine as she felt the tiny ring of her brown anus exposed to the air. The deep, inner ridge of her sphincter began twitching as if it were winking. And below her ass-hole, West's glistening pink tongue moved into the heated furrow of her aching cunt, driving in as strongly as a battering ram. Miriam was picturing what it looked like in her head, and wished she had mirrors all around so she was able to see what was happening. Though she'd never admit this to Rumpy, she was getting the biggest thrill out of being with two men at once. Maybe it wouldn't happen again, but she intended enjoying it now, while she was able.
Miriam quivered as she felt West's hot tongue push into the butter-like depths of her seething nookie. like a knife, the tongue sliced between her thighs, licking its flaming way into the burning depths of her seething cunt. Abruptly she felt a perverted lust begin burning deeper and deeper into her core, and she was thankful Rumpy wasn't able to read her mind and know how much she was enjoying herself. The lust building in her was enlarging, growing higher and higher as she became hotter and hotter. What had been a dull, burning sensation in the pit of her belly had become a raging torment of lustful need. She opened the front of her cunt even wider with one of her hands, spreading the lips all. the more, giving his tongue greater access to her feminine chamber. West got the idea and sank his tongue even deeper into her girlish pit.
Rumpy's hands reached down and massaged her nipples, making tingling, white-hot needles burn through her body. She writhed and wriggled, her mouth wobbling from side to side around Rumpy's solid prick, while her ass-cheeks trembled in the grip West had on them. Her fingers continued holding her labia apart, and her breasts felt flaming shudders run rampantly through them as Rumpy's fingers rubbed and massaged them. Her eyes stared at the jockey's hairy pelvis as her head continued bobbing up and down, and she was able to see the tautness in his thigh muscles. The rich, masculine odor between Rumpy's thighs flooded her nostrils, mingling with the scents of scotch, as well as the arousal building in Shelly West's body.
Miriam's head was bobbing up and down more and more rapidly. One of her hands had returned to Rumpy's balls, wobbling them back and forth again and again, moving in ever-swifter strokes as she sensually swung her full-fleshed buttocks in wild circles above the wetly digging tongue stabbing into the center of her throbbing vagina.
West was stabbing his licentious oral organ as far into her burning, sodden channel as possible, feeling the clenching walls of her heated cunt grab it. He licked the taste of scotch from her interior as a cat lapped milk from a saucer. Miriam felt his fingers squeeze her ass-cheeks, and one of them was touching her forbidden anal ring. The shamelessly aroused, wanton young girl wiggled her buttocks back against the probing forefinger, instinctively knowing what West intended doing. Rumpy had done it to her the first time they had met, and it had been a long time since anyone had touched her ass-hole. She wiggled all the more sensuously against the finger, wanting to suck it inside her. And she felt his finger about to obey her unspoken request. Slowly, very slowly, the middle finger began pulling her anal sphincter wider, and then his forefinger was easing its way into her.
Miriam was filled with lust. Her eyes were so glazed, she no longer saw the groin at which she had been staring so intently. She gasped, jamming Rumpy's cock against the back of her throat as West's finger pushed in up to the second knuckle. And then it was fucking in and out of her ass-hole, countering the rhythm of the tongue moving in her seething pussy. The sight sent chills of wild excitement through Shelly West, who, with his tongue slurping through Miriam's cunt, was able to see his finger moving through her rectal cheeks. Tingling fire exploded into blazing infernos inside Miriam, and her hand holding her cunt lips wider apart let go, almost trapping West's tongue all the way inside her. She bucked back and forth, slamming her vagina against his mouth, grateful he was awake, this time. It felt so much better than the last time, when he was asleep. Her free hand covered Rumpy's hand as it pressed against her small breast, driving his palm against her nipple, sending all kinds of flames shooting through the nubbin.
West was able to taste the natural flavor of her j through the whiskey he had poured into her vagina, and he had to admit, he liked the taste of her more than he liked the taste of liquor. He licked hard and deep, and his driving tongue made Miriam spread her tiny thighs so wide, she was resting her fulcrum on West's mouth, her love-starved pussy totally accessible to his lapping tongue.
Miriam noted the man was licking into her, but for the most part his tongue was avoiding her clitoris. That was the part of her that needed tongue-action the most. Her mouth was still filled with Rumpy's cock. There was no way she'd be able to lift her head off and tell West to lick her clit. Rumpy's hands were pressing on the back of her head, preventing her from releasing his cock. The young jockey was in the wildest throes of delight, and had no intention of lessening his sensations at this moment. Nor did Miriam blame him. But she needed pressure against her clitoris, and so removed her hand from the palm pressing into her breast, and reached down to massage her clit.
The girl's fingers neared her cunt and hesitated for a moment. She wondered if it might make West feel insulted. After all, he'd see her fingering her clit as he licked her pussy. Heck! This wasn't the time to think of the man's feelings. She needed relief. Eagerly, trembling with a fiery need, the girl ran her finger along her outer labia until the fingertip was touching her heated clitoris. Her fuzzy pubic hairs felt thinner and more silken than ever before. They were sodden with her lubricating fluids, and the hardening button of clitoral flesh pulsed hotly under the pressure of her finger. Miriam gasped at the unexpected contact, enjoying it immensely. Now she had a cock in her mouth, a tongue in her cunt, a finger in her ass-hole, and another finger massaging her clitoris. The thrills were overpowering.
The sexual scene in the living room was building to a higher crescendo. The combined motions of the three people seemed intermingled, and their continuing groans of pleasure seemed to fill the room.
"Mmmmmffff!" Miriam uttered.
"Aaahhhnnnggghhh!" Rumpy gasped.
"Uuuhhhhmmmphhhh!" Shelly West mumbled, his face still pressing into Miriam's seething cunt. Sexual energy surged through the trio like electric current. All this had to reach a head sooner or later. Miriam knew this and was anxious to feel the full power of the orgasm. She was certain her coming with a cock in her mouth would intensify the sensations in her body. But even as she thought this, Shelly West stopped lapping her pussy. Her cunt pulsated, craving more of the tongue. West slid out from under her and got to his feet.
What now? Miriam wondered, her head still bobbing up and down as her tongue twined around Rumpy's cock. What did West have in mind?
West leaned over and whispered into Miriam's ear as her head continued bobbing on Rumpy's penis, "Honey, I know your ass-hole is small, but I have to try it. I just have to."
Miriam's concentration had returned to sucking and she didn't heat what West had said. She nodded as if letting him know she understood, but her mind was almost a total blank.
West began stroking his cock more vigorously, moving behind Miriam, pointing it at her backside. Miriam, aware something else was about to transpire, slowed her sucking action, and the speed at which she had been bobbing her head also slowed down. Yes, something else was about to happen, but her fogged mind wasn't able to figure out what it was. West was up to something, standing behind her that way. Where was he going to put that monstrous cock. Either of her holes would be stretched to the limit if he pushed his cock into her. He might even tear her young, delicate flesh, making her bleed. God! What was he doing? It seemed as if he was taking forever. The truth was, what seemed like an eternity was a matter of seconds.
West casually dug his fingers into the crevice dividing Miriam's ass-cheeks, feeling the soft, rounded flesh, and he proceeded to spread them as far apart as possible, exposing her starred anal entryway again. His fingers, sawing in and out of her puckered rectum should have given her a hint as to what was coming. She had become so used to fingers moving in her rectum, her body had all but incinerated, yet it hadn't occurred to her he was preparing her ass for a penile invasion. Now, his intentions were making themselves manifestly clear. His massive, columnar cock was moving directly for the tiny pucker of her rectum. His thumbs had stretched the orifice as wide as possible, and the flesh seemed to quiver, as if in anxious anticipation of what was to come. Her distended cheeks trembled, making her globular buttocks look like two heavenly bodies about to shatter. Without having stopped for a moment her strong sucking of Rumpy's stolid wanger, Miriam knew she had to surrender. Somehow, in some way, she had to take the thickness of West's cock in her ass without screaming, or Rumpy might do something drastic, and in the long run Rumpy was the one who would suffer for it. So she raised her hips higher, as if welcoming the huge staff.
Miriam shut her eyes, sweat breaking out all over her as she stood stock still, horrified because of what was about to happen. Even her head stopped bobbing, and though Rumpy pushed on her skull, her mouth went slack for a moment. Somehow she didn't believe herself capable of taking the full length of that massive pole in her tiny rectum and colon. Oh yes, she knew West intended cramming it so far into her it had to reach into her large intestine. She knew enough about anatomy to know where the man's cock would end up. Darn!! ! She was certain he'd rip her to shreds in there.
But even as Miriam thought these things in disbelief, she felt Rumpy shifting so he'd be able to get a better look at what was taking place. And if he thought for one moment West was hurting her, there would be trouble. His hands lifted from her head for a moment, so Miriam took her mouth from Rumpy's cock and pressed her cheek to the wetly glistening instrument as she gasped out quickly, before Rumpy thought this was against her will:
"Hurry ... Mr. West ... Hurry! Fuck my ass! Yes, yes, yes ... do it and let's all three of us come together."
Miriam's mind was spinning with unbelievable terror as her words seemed to echo through the room, bouncing around in her head again and again. She had to endure this, for the sake of the young jockey as well as herself. Even though her ass-hole seemed much too small to take so massive a penis, she had to beg for it.
West was moving forward, the rounded knob of his blunt cock throbbing and pulsating wildly as he placed it against the tiny aperture of the girl's tight anal opening. She wiggled her ass back and forth and from side to side as though truly anxious to have the massive prong ripping through her rectal tract.
The blood-swollen cock rested against her tiny aperture for a moment, the knob a rich red, throbbing anxiously, dying to push its way into the center of her narrow rectum. Her white ass-cheeks seemed to gleam brilliantly in contrast to the redness of his throbbing cock.
Shelly West was trembling with all kinds of lewd excitement tearing through him. He had never ass-fucked a girl this young, before. Hell! He'd never done anything with a girl this young until the previous Monday, when he had made Miriam blow him. He wanted to ram it into her, but held back a little longer, knowing the anticipation was something to make it feel even better when the time came for him to thrust into her. His nasal breathing was loud, filling the room as he savored the heated thrill of her ass-cheeks surrounding his knob as it lay against her tiny opening.
On the couch, Rumpy, whose cock pressed against Miriam's lips, also waited anxiously. He knew she had been able to take his fingers and his own cock, but was she really capable of taking the mammoth tool sported by Shelly West. He was sweating, knowing this was the ass of the girl he loved, yet he was almost anxious to see West's cock pierce the dime-sized orifice. Though he wasn't grinning, his eyes shone with desire, knowing the sooner West got his cock into Miriam, the sooner she popped Rumpy's prick back into her mouth. Christ! He was burning up and barely able to contain himself. Shee-ittt! Come on and suck!
Miriam, aware of the torment Rumpy was going through, was just as anxious to suck as he was to be blown. So she turned her head to Shelly West and said, "Come on, Mr. West. Fuck my ass. That's what you want to do, so do it."
And then she clamped her lips around Rumpy's cock, hoping and praying she had the strength to keep her lips sucking without her teeth biting while West forced his monstrous flesh log into her ass.
Her mouth sank all the way down on Rumpy's cock, filling her throat, feeling the head rub against the nerve inside. She squirmed in a bent-over position, almost trying to push back and wiggle her fleshy buttocks onto the massive pillar. It remained poised against her tight little rictus.
West reached down and firmly gripped the girl's wiggling hips with both hands, and he responded to her request with cruel and sudden violence. Miriam would have been sent sprawling all over Rumpy had her mouth not been clamped to the man's cock, and West's hands hadn't been gripping her hips. She gagged in an attempt to scream as the thick, blunt dome of the elephantine cock pressed its wildly throbbing self against the narrow opening. He rammed into the girl with terrifying force, and the very power of his thrust, added to the pressure of his gripping hands, forced her tight sphincter to open.
"Haaannnnggghhhh!" Miriam grunted, her mouth still filled with Rumpy's solid cock of shuddering flesh. It jammed against her pharynx, preventing the yell from being more than a mumble. In order to compensate for the pressure of the penis driving into the tightness of her narrow rectum, Miriam began bobbing her little head faster and faster, as if nodding her approval of the rape of her rectum. Her muffled cry sounded more like a shout of pleasure rather than the gasp of pain it truly was. Her groan urged West to hammer more of his huge cock into the tight, crushing depths of her narrow anus, filling the raw, squeezing funnel of heated anal flesh.
Oh shit! West thought. This has to be the tightest ass-hole ever. Shit! Shit! Shit! I have to go all the way. I have to!
With thrilled amazement West stared at his massive, bloated, blood-filled penis slowly pressed into the tight, gripping tunnel of the young girl's shuddering anus, stretching it impossibly wide as the pole disappeared into it, inch by inch. He drove it into the girl's rectum slowly, carefully, feeling how tight she was inside, somewhat fearful he might literally split her elastic interior. But little by little his length moved up and into her colon, and soon he realized she was taking the full length of his cock. Neither her mouth nor her cunt was capable of something like that. He powered every last little bit of cock into the tightly clenching tunnel of the young girl, moving in until his thighs were rubbing against her ass-cheeks, feeling the way they were wantonly spread to contain him. And then he slowly withdrew, pulling back until only his cock-head was inside her.
Miriam gasped, breathing strongly through her nostrils as her head continued bobbing on the throbbing staff in her mouth. Tears filled her eyes and she wiped them away with the back of her hand before Rumpy realized she might be in agony. On the second thrust of West's thick pole, Miriam braced herself and realized it wasn't nearly as painful as the first time. Her anus was getting used to the thickness clogging it, and as she relaxed, remembering how Rumpy had told her she had to completely relax at a time like this, she felt herself taking the penis more easily.
The girl felt West's pubic hair matting against her crack each time he drove into her defenselessly upturned buttocks. His semen-filled nuts swung forward with the force of each thrust, pounding against the lips of her vagina, and massaging her clitoris, as well. Miriam heard the loud, slapping noise each time his scrotum connected with her soft, labial flesh. The sound coinciding with the slap made Miriam feel all the more aroused. Now the nerve-ending in her throat was being massaged by Rumpy's pole, and the tingling nerves in her rectum were being teased by West's moving truncheon. Her clitoris felt the stinging slap of the man's balls, and this aroused her even more.
West continued fucking into her ass, speeding up his tempo, thrusting like a maniac gone completely crazy. Miriam's head bounced up and down, up and down, and the expression on her face was now one of unmistakable lust. Ecstasy ran through her entire body as her rectum opened wider and wider, and she realized she wasn't going to be torn apart, after all. In fact, she was filled with awe at her ability to handle the massive penis, and now knew with certainty her cunt was also capable of taking Shelly West's sex organ.
Rumpy saw how much Miriam was getting from all this. He was also aware the girl was enjoying the way she sucked on his cock as much as she was thrilling to the way West's pole moved through her rectum. He felt the heated breath snorting from her nostrils all over his groin and knew the girl was in the midst of rapturous ecstasy. He almost leered as he started slamming his throbbing penis into her mouth with harder and harder lunges.
Shelly West stared at the way the girl was giving head. Remembering how well she had blown him, he was certain she was capable of sucking the jockey's nuts out through his cock. This was the wildest three-way-coupling he had ever been part of. Not that he intended doing it again, but he was enjoying this more than he'd ever dreamed. It was as much fun as fucking two broads at once. He pounded his thick cock into the girl's rear channel with all his might, slamming again and again. And Miriam thrilled to the burning delight she felt filling her entire body as his balls continued lambasting her clitoris. She was near a triple orgasm and knew all three climaxes were going to strike her simultaneously.
Miriam shook and trembled as Rumpy shouted, "Harder, West! Fuck that pretty ass harder. Come on, fuck her like you mean it. Oooooooh yeagghhhhh!! ! "
Unable to look up, Miriam felt the burning of Rumpy's lust-glazed eyes as they stared down the length of her small back at the way West was pumping into her stretched ass-hole. The way Rumpy shouted made her realize West's fucking into her ass was having some kind of effect on the way she was sucking.
"Morrrre ... faster ... uhhhhh ... fuck harrrder-rrr ... oh God! Come on, Miriam-honey. Suck my cock with all your might."
This whole situation seemed crazier and crazier to Miriam. She was enjoying it so much more than she believed possible. She desperately wanted a third cock, one in her cunt. She more than wanted one, she needed one. The flames in her vibrantly pulsating pussy were raging totally out of control, and the mixture of lewd grunts and groans made her ears burn. Her own throat was grunting out deep-throated sounds of lust, and the two men answered with obscene groans of their own. The two continued powering their penises into the girl with all their might, enjoying the sight of her nakedly girlish body so wantonly impaled. Miriam was totally lost in a daze of passionate thoughts, listening to the noisy grunts and groans.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH! OOONNNGGGHHH!"
Miriam shrieked, a gasping, muffled cry barely audible to the two men as her precious little body convulsed and tightened. The balls rubbing her clitoris had set her off, and now sparks were shooting through her ass and all the way up into her throat as one climax after another blasted through her, making her writhe and wriggle totally beyond control. Her own finger pushed into her vagina, feeling her walls suddenly close in and fold around the digit. After all the erotic stimulation she had undergone she was finally being pushed over the edge of passion.
Every muscle in her taut young body was seized by a quivering tension as she hung for a moment of time on the very edge of another release. Her finger moving through her vaginal cavern touched nerves previously not titillated, and now she felt herself ready to totally explode. But one finger in her hot, pulsing pussy wasn't enough as her mouth continued sucking the throbbing penis and her ass took the full length of Shelly West's tree trunk.
"Oh God! West suddenly gasped. "Oh wow! HEEEERE I COMMMMME ... AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH-AAAGGGHHH!! "
Miriam felt the burning semen blast into her anus, filling her with its stickiness, and this only heightened her need for yet one more climax. The flooding sperm shot up into her colon, then backed up and oozed around the pole stuffed into her ass, and came dripping down her thighs, onto the floor. Her rubbery, firm, white ass-cheeks hobbled as she felt the second climax slowly building in her.
A second finger now joined her middle finger in her cunt, rubbing hard, sawing, grinding, pumping her fleshy hips up and down as the cock in her ass continued spurting, slowly deflating until she found she actually missed it. Her mind pictured the sight of Shelly West's deflating cock, and she squeezed her ass-cheeks together in the hope of keeping it there long enough to help bring her second orgasm on. Her hand reached behind her, and before West's cock was able to limply fall from her ass, her forefinger was pressing on it, pushing it back into her rectum while her other hand continued moving two fingers in her vagina. Her two hands now moved in unison as her lips wildly sucked, pulling on the comparatively slender wand in her mouth.
Heavy gouts of glue shot into her throat, and the young girl frantically swallowed, drinking the heavy outpouring from Rumpy's cock. Though the jockey's phallus was smaller and thinner than that of Shelly West, it shot as much semen.
And then her second climax inundated her body, making her shudder as she gasped, "HHHAAARRR-GGGHHH!"
CHAPTER NINE
That night, alone with Shelly West in his apartment, Miriam felt more afraid of the man than ever before. He was behaving in a relaxed, rational manner, but she knew enough about him to know he was jealous. Not that he loved her or had any special feelings for her, but at the moment he regarded her as his private possession.
After having a banner day, with seven winners and two places in nine races West should have been feeling expansive and happy. Instead, he was quiet. And after supper, he sent her to take a long bubble bath. Miriam knew he intended fucking her.
When she walked into the bedroom, he had everything off but for his shoes and socks, and he was kicking his shoes off. His penis was already half-hard, and Miriam knew she'd have to make him happy in a hurry. She went to her knees in front of where he was standing, reached out, and grabbed his penis. Her hand began jerking lightly on it, and it solidified. Her other hand was busy massaging her clitoris, letting him see her touch herself.
"You like him, don't you?" West asked, standing there, arms akimbo.
Miriam knew it would do no good to lie.
"Yes," she admitted. "I like him. I can't help that."
Reaching down, his hands gripped her braids and hauled her to her feet, letting him look at her tiny naked body. And all the while her hand was pulling on West's penis.
"Those tips were good for almost fifty grand, just today," he told her. "If your buddy keeps on like this, I'll be able to quit the rackets pretty soon. I'd like to take a kid like you away with me to South America."
"I don't think I'd like South America," Miriam told him. "I don't speak the language."
"Come on, kid, come away with me."
"For how long?" she asked. "A month, six months. I'm still growing up, and it won't take you long to get tired of me. No, Mr. West, I'd rather stay here."
"With that two-bit rider of oat burners?"
"Yes," she admitted.
He tossed her onto the bed, and her naked body bounced as her back hit the mattress. When she tried sitting up, he pushed her back on the bed, inserting a thumb into her vagina and a forefinger into her rectum. The thumb rotated in her pussy, and she was instantly wet. His mouth went to her clitoris and he began sucking it, building her heat in a matter of seconds.
"You're a bitch," he said, raising his head. "I don't know what the hell it is about you that's so special, but you have me going around in circles."
Miriam knew what was so special about her. It was simply that someone else wanted her while he still wanted her. Instead of replying to what he was saying, the girl rotated her hips and pressed her fulcrum against West's thumb as it dug deeper into her cunt.
"UUnnnggghhh!" she gasped. "Yes, yes, like that, keep doing that."
. "No," he told her. "That's too easy. I'm going to fuck that little cunt of yours with my cock, and really stretch it. I'm going to fuck you again and again so your cunt'll be stretched too wide to take that piddling prick of your boy friend."
Shelly was vibrantly aroused from having rubbed the girl's pussy and ass-hole with his finger. Too, the fact that she had jerked on his cock for a few moments had built pressure in him, as well.
Miriam was on fire, and if the only way to put the fire out was to take Shelly West's cock in her cunt, then so be it. She heaved her fulcrum up and down.
Her physical reaction was precisely what West hoped for. He pulled his fingers from her honey-pot and glory hole and crawled on top of her. Miriam reached down, grabbed his thick cock, and tugged him closer. She saw the perspiration coating his face and recognized desire when she saw it. It was her hand that guided his thick cock to her tight entryway, pressing the knobby tip between the tight lips in a single motion.
West was excited at achieving entry, and slammed his foot against the footboard of the bed. He ought to have felt pain, but was so excited about finally putting his cock into Miriam's cunt, he ignored the pain. Miriam's two tiny arms reached out and gripped his hips as his cock centered itself, and the girl tugged. Slowly but surely the mighty yardarm began probing its way into her vagina, stretching and tugging the walls beyond belief. But Miriam had taken his cock in her ass earlier, and was certain she was capable of taking it in her vagina. True, there was no way it would fit all the way in. The cock had to stop at her cervix, and there was still three inches of pole aching to push its way into her. His probing organ sank into the sweet murky tightness of Miriam's grasping pussy, and his pounding blood rushed to Shelly West's cock, keeping it stiffer than ever. He was also more aroused than ever.
"Ungh ... God! God! I can't hold it back. I can't. I'm gonna come any second."
"Come on," she urged, her own orgasm near the top.
"You ... ugghhh ... gotta come away with me..." he gasped. "If you don't, I swear, after I come, I'll strangle you."
Miriam was terrified. West was crazy enough to actually kill her. Yet she didn't know whether she wanted to live if it meant being chained to a monster like him.
He was grinding into her hot, wet cunt, moving his thick pole in and out, in and out, and then he began spastically shaking and screaming, "AAAYYYAAA-GGGHHH!" And he began unloading a cargo of semen into her tight pussy. And before she had a chance to climax herself, he fell on her, almost smothering her as he lay there catching his breath.
A noise from below brought West out of his stupor, and he pulled out of Miriam, slipped on his pants and went to investigate. Miriam lay there and heard a voice say, "Don't bother going back for your shoes, West. You're going for a ride and not coming back. The boss don't like being cheated."
Miriam listened as feet walked, and then the door below slammed shut. She quickly dressed and went to the stairway. There was no one below. Shelly West was gone. Someone had come for him.
She was free. Her life was hers to do with as she pleased. With West gone, her father was out of trouble. Now she'd be able to go to Rumpy and live with him ... if he still wanted her.
Slowly going down the stairs, she went to the front door and opened it. There was no one around. She went to the elevator and rode it to the ground floor. It was a good thing she had brought her clothes from West's apartment earlier in the day, when she had gone to her father's apartment. Now there was nothing to connect her with Shelly West.
She had a few dollars in her purse Shelly West had given her a few days before, in case she was unable to find a bus or train, she'd be able to take a cab to his apartment. Now she decided to use the money to take a cab to Rumpy's. When she got to his motel, his room was empty and she had to wait outside for him to arrive.
Sitting by his door, she rested her head against the stone outer wall and for awhile fell asleep. Miriam was awakened by Rumpy, himself.
"What are you doing here at this time of the night?" he asked.
Miriam hastily explained what had happened.
"Wow!" Rumpy nodded. "Goodbye Shelly West. Once you're in with the mob, you do everything their way, or its curtains."
"D'you still want me?" she asked.
"You know I do," he nodded.
"Good. Because from now on I'm going to spend all my free time with you. And Mr. West told me your name. It's Stiltskin. Lenny Stiltskin. Your Rump L. Stiltskin."
"And in two years, you'll be Mrs. Stiltskin," he laughed.
CHAPTER TEN
"He fucked me before they got him," Miriam told Rumpy.
The jockey led her into the bathroom and showed her a douche bag he had purchased, saying, "I figured a day might come when he'd get into you before I did, so I bought this thing. Know how to use it?"
Miriam nodded, saying, "Yes, I think so."
"Good! Then use it and come on out. I'll be waiting for you."
Miriam filled the douche bag with warm water, stripped down, sat in the bathtub, and cleaned her vagina out. Then she dried herself off, got dressed again, and came out of the bathroom. Rumpy was sitting on his bed, playing solitaire. She saw his blood begin to boil the moment he saw her, and she walked over, swept the cards off the bed, and began rubbing his cock, saying, "Take off your clothes, Rumpy."
"That's usually my line," he laughed.
"This time you strip while I watch."
"I'll take off anything you will," he told her.
Without hesitation, the girl undid her blouse and wiggled out of it, noting Rumpy's avid eyes devoured her every movement. So he tugged off his tie and took off his shirt and undershirt.
"We're even," he laughed.
"Now you go first," she insisted.
He stared at her small, pert breasts, his moutl watering, and he dropped his pants. Then she removed her skirt. When he would have taken off his underpants, Miriam said, "Let me!"
Falling to her knees in front of him, she peeled his underwear down and off, taking the time to tug off his shoes, too. Her face leaned forward and rubbed against his cock on both sides. Still kneeling, she licked the purple-headed penis, then said, "Fuck me, Rumpy. I want your cock in my cunt."
"Let's try it dog-style," he said to her.
"But ... "
"In this family, honey, I'm the one who's boss. So get up on the bed, on your knees, just the way you would if I were to fuck that pretty ass of yours. Only I'm fucking your cunt."
Miriam got onto the bed and pressed her face into the pillow. Rumpy's two hands rubbed her white ass-cheeks, tugging them apart and letting him see the pucker of her ass-hole. It was the tiniest bit bigger from having been buggered by Shelly West, earlier in the day.
"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered. "I'm going to fuck you good."
"Just make sure you put it in the right hole," she insisted.
"You really have learned a thing or two," he laughed.
"Hurry," she begged. "Hurry and fuck me!"
He placed his hot glans against her seething hole, then slid the cock-head up and down in her trench. When he pushed his penis into her trap a little way, he gasped, "God! I think the sky is going to explode."
Miriam spread her thighs wider and peered upside down between her legs, looking at his hairy, dangling balls. And then he was pressing his cock into her.
"Uuuummmmphhhh!" she gasped, as he shoved it a quarter of the way into her. "Oooooh!" she moaned when he shoved it to the halfway mark. "Aaaaggghhh!" she squealed when he rammed the rest of it home.
"How's that?" he asked.
He had slammed into her with such strength, he truly expected her to fall off-balance. But Miriam was firmly planted on her hands and knees. Her lovely buttocks rubbed back and forth against his bristly pelvis, her ass-cheeks clenching and unclenching to enhance their mutual pleasure.
Rumpy flexed his massive cock, then began running it in and out of the pretty little girl. He moved slowly, almost maliciously, enjoying her wiggling movement as if begging him to plunge it in and out. But no, he moved it slowly, delighted to hear a long, drawn out, "Oooooh!" from her as his cock moved. He pushed it carefully into her, listening to an "Ahhhhhhh!"
But at this point Rumpy knew he was ready to explode. God! There was something so extra-special about this little girl.
Miriam felt his hands grip her hips as he began speeding up his movement, withdrawing, then plunging in, withdrawing, then plunging in.
The tingling between Miriam's thighs was becoming stronger and more insistent, and the girl knew she was on the verge of one of her large climaxes. She felt a swishy feeling inside her, then a gurgle, then a rumble, and now her insides were roaring like a flight of jet planes through the skies. Sparks were reaching for her extremities, and then she heard herself grunt like some primitive jungle animal. This was it. She was going to come and nothing was going to stop it.
"AAAYYYAAAIIIGGGHHH!" she screamed, wildly turning, churning and twisting, and the rope of heavy sperm began shooting into her as Rumpy unleashed his own blast, shouting, "YYYAAARRR-GGGHHH!"
Afterward, they lay spoon-fashion on the bed, and though his cock shrunk halfway, it remained inside her, and her working walls massaged it so vigorously, it stiffened again."
"Hey!" he warned her. "I have to ride, tomorrow."
"Okay," she murmured, "but ride me one more time, first."
