Archive Note: The above word is as printed in the original pocketbook.
Norman was not what might be called a scholar, but he was a gentleman in his own way. He had the instinctive tact and feeling for others, especially for those of the opposite sex of whatever age, and this enabled him to manipulate the girls and women he wanted without even trying hard.
Having reached his middle years before ever discovering the extent of his talents, of his intuitive knowledge in feminine psychology, Norman was pleasantly surprised when very young girls took to him as fish take to water. When his stuck-up landlady, the mother of wanton little Suzy, in turn succumbed to his charms, Norman's confidence was naturally bolstered to the highest degree.
Going from success to success, at a time in life when most other men begin to resign themselves to the bi-monthly interlude of marital bliss to which their wives have accustomed them, this inveterate bachelor proves how valuable a number of years experience can be. The touch of his fingers on a passionate young body is just right. The kiss he gives is just exactly given at the best moment and lasts exactly as long as it should. His staying power is better than that of any wild teenager, because Norman knows how to husband his strength, and husbanding is quickly becoming more and more necessary, as more and more interested parties learn of his growing reputation and turn to him to scratch where it itches.
Yet, not even his most incredible successes turn Norman's head, to the point of ceasing to marvel at the luck that comes his way.
CHAPTER ONE
The heavy-set man moved smoothly and soundlessly, with an agility one would not have expected from one his size. Slowly he advanced between the stacks of cardboard boxes his landlady had accumulated over the years up there, in the attic.
It was a spacious depository of the junk of several generations. There was sunlight streaming in at the other end, where the oval window was. Norman knew he would have no trouble seeing what he had come to see, and as he inched his way closer and closer a tightness in his chest made breathing difficult. He could almost hear the pounding of his heart.
The thought that he might have made the wrong assumptions did come to him once more, when he had almost reached his goal, but then he remembered the flushed face of the little girl, the brightness in her large blue eyes, almost as if from fever, whenever she returned from her long afternoons in the attic. Norman wasn't born yesterday, he told himself, and he had had sufficient experience with the opposite sex to know how to read the signs. No, no, he couldn't be wrong, he just KNEW what sweet, innocent Suzy was up to.
It wasn't that the atmosphere in this weird, neo-gothic gingerbread house didn't lend itself to secret dreams and phantasies, that was for sure. Its owner, Mrs. Stella Barber, Norman's landlady, certainly dreamed her own dreams, living almost in a world of her own, a world of nineteenth-century gentility and propriety, playing the role of the impoverished patrician when her late husband had been no more than a rather vulgar insurance salesman who had nevertheless failed to take out sufficient insurance on his own life.
Stella Barber was forced to rent out the extra room, downstairs, the one with the separate entrance, just to make ends meet, yet she insisted that Suzy, her only child, would have the upbringing of a rich girl. Suzy went to a private school and was generally forbidden to play with the other children on the block since, as her mother insisted, they were not proper company for a girl such as she.
With the school closed for the summer, with no one to play and no one to talk to, was it any wonder for the lonely child to seek escape in the recesses of her own mind, in a world of phantasy she had learned to conjure up, now that puberty was upon her?
"Suzy loves solitude, the company of her own delightful mind," her mother had told Norman only the other day. "She can spend hours all by herself, just reading good books and thinking good thoughts, Mr. Stecker, she is exactly like her mother was at her age, in that respect. I too used to spend wonderful, quiet hours up there, in the attic, when my poor parents were still alive in this house."
Norman had nodded thoughtfully, appreciatively, as was expected from him, and he had kept his own conclusions to himself. SHE SITS UP THERE AND FRIGS HERSELF SILLY, he had thought, SHE FRIGS HERSELF UNTIL HER EYEBALLS COME OUT OF HER HEAD, LITTLE LADY, THAT'S WHAT YOUR LONG-LEGGED, TIGHT-CUNTED BRAT OF A DAUGHTER IS DOING, AND I SURE WOULDN'T MIND GIVING HER A HELPING HAND ONE OF THESE DAYS!
Today was Wednesday, the day when the people over at the big mansion in Woodcrest were having their big garden party, and Stella Barber would be there too. Oh, not as a guest, to be sure, but playing the role of what she liked to call "service coordinator." She would spend the afternoon and the evening, unlil late that night, in the kitchen of the mansion, supervising the preparation of dainty little canapes and clam-dips, she would berate surly and resentful extras, hired for the occasion, giving them a thousand orders they could do without. She would desperately try to give the appearance of being in charge of everything and she would hate every minute of it. It was one of the things the woman did to supplement her meager income, and it was still better than the regular weekly housecleaning jobs she held on Mondays and Tuesdays.
As far as Norman was concerned, that gave him the entire afternoon to put his plan into execution.
Suzy Barber's twelfth birthday, a month earlier, had been a kind of milestone as far as Norman was concerned. They had celebrated it quietly, just the three of them, with Norman a tolerated rather than a welcome guest. Mrs. Barber had made a cake with twelve candles and she had bought her daughter the dress the girl had wanted, a "grown-up" dress, rather low cut and sleeveless. She had even allowed the child to add a touch of lipstick to the natural glow of her small, delicately formed mouth, and all during dinner Norman had felt the tremendous erection of his prick struggle against the confines of his trousers, beneath the table.
Norman had never erected before, at the sight of the child. He realized now that he had simply not allowed himself to feel the attraction he had for her. He had never really studied that delicate, double mound of growing young breasts which the birthday dress seemed to emphasize. He had never even thought of the other things her clothes were hiding, of her immature femininity, but over the last few weeks Norman had imagined it a thousand times.
It would be like a pink rose, he told himself, fresh and delicate and hairless. Defenseless. Moist.
Norman could no longer keep count of the times he had let his desire for the girl erupt into long, jerky ejaculations that splashed down into the bowl of the toilet, sometimes in the middle of the day, sometimes when he knew that she was upstairs, in the attic, when he let his fist fly up and down along the long shaft of his sturdy tool, his eyes closed, his brain feverish with the vision of Suzy masturbation up there.
He heard her before he could see her. Norman stopped and crouched down behind the last stack of boxes separating him from the sunny corner where Suzy was.
Nervousness had prevented Norman from getting a cock-stand until now, but when he held his breath and listened to the quick, rhythmic breathing of the girl, when he finally knew with certainty that she was exciting herself with her fingers, he felt his prick grow harder than it had been in days.
Norman wondered whether he would be able to observe the girl without being seen. Then, if nothing else worked out, he would at least carry away the image of her, legs spread out, skirt up to her belly, and with her fingers dancing in her crotch. Perhaps he would even be able to silently jerk himself off as he watched, but then he would certainly ejaculate in a matter of minutes and would be unable to put the rest of his plan into execution.
JUST A LITTLE. JUST FOR A FEW SECONDS, he told himself, fumbling with the zipper of his fly and pulling it down slowly, silently. His prick jumped out, vibrating and twitching until he caught hold of it and began stroking it.
Slowly he rose to Ids full height, then leaned over to look around the stack of boxes, carefully, praying that he might see what he could already hear.
What he saw first were the child's blue eyes, staring straight at him. They were round and distended with a kind of horrified surprise.
The little girl had installed a comfortable corner for herself, she had found some old pillows in the boxes and had stacked them into a neat pile, then covered them with a quilt. She was sprawled on this improvised sofa, half sitting and half lying down, on her back, and her legs were stretched out toward Norman, they were trembling in their nakedness, spread out and white and just exactly the way he had thought they would be.
Suzy stared at the man without uttering a word, but her mouth was rounded and open as if to scream. Both hands were cupped over her crotch, pressing down tightly, the only thing she had had time to do to cover her shame.
The dress was pulled up quite far, and Norman could see her well-formed little belly-button. The smoothness of bare skin around it took away his breath.
The moment lasted no more than one or two seconds, just enough so that the memory of it would be burned into Norman's mind forever. For that one, brief moment, the girl was perfectly immobile, frozen in her position, frozen in silence, and then she suddenly uttered a long, shuddering moan that seemed to express all the despair the world could contain, and with her hands still between her legs, Suzy threw herself over and around, turning and rolling so that she came to lie on her belly. The skirt slipped down, hiding from view a pair of high, round buttocks that had flashed whitely for only an instant. The child's shoulders began to twitch and Norman knew that she was sobbing, although she was not making a sound.
He stepped out from behind the cardboard boxes, still fisting himself, since she could not see him the way she was, her head buried in the mass of pillows. After a few strokes though, the man found enough will-power to return his prick to its prison and to zip up his fly. The opportunity was too good to miss, the girl's reaction just precisely what he had hoped for.
"Oh dear," he sighed, "dear oh dear! Now who would have thought such a thing possible!"
A whimper came out of the pillows, muffled and thin, but it was an expression of utter shame.
"And so young!" Norman exclaimed. "Why Suzy, I wonder whether you realize what you are doing. You, such an innocent looking child, almost a baby, and there you go doing dirty things like this!"
Another sob encouraged him to continue.
"Don't you know that your mother looks upon you as her little princess? Gosh, if she knew what you are doing when you come up here to READ, as you tell her, if she knew that you spend your time playing with your peepee...."
"Oh no ... please no...." whimpered the child without turning around. "Oh, you mustn't tell Mommy ... please, please!"
"Look at me when you speak to me," said Norman, his voice suddenly very sharp, the tone adults sometimes take to frighten unruly children into obedience.
Suzy moved slowly this time, cringing as if she wanted to make herself smaller than she was and thus escape the scrutiny of the man's steel-grey eyes, somehow. She turned around and sat up, pulling her skirt down as far as she could over her knees, cowering with both arms wrapped around her folded-up legs. She put her forehead down on her knees and shivered.
"Look at me, I said!" barked Norman. Tear-filled, blinking blue eyes shone at him. Something about her helplessness, about her smallness, made him want to ravish her. His prick strained against the material of his trousers.
"Please ... Oh please...." stammered the child. She could say nothing more, only that one word over and over again.
Norman stared down at Suzy for a while, towering over her, crushing her with his presence, and finally allowed his face to express something softer, something like fatherly understanding. He sighed and shook his head from side to side, finally smiled and shrugged a little.
"Well, well, well," he said, "what is one to do in a situation like this? I mean, isn't it my duty, in a way, to inform your mother? After all, she should at least know what is going on, she should have a chance to decide what to do about it...."
"She ... she would simply kill me," whimpered the girl.
"No, no, she certainly wouldn't. But it WOULD break her heart, you know, she's such a nice woman, such a wonderful person...."
"Please don't tell her, Mr. Norman, please?"
Suzy's pleading was so innocently childish that Norman was almost tempted, for a second, to tell her everything was all right, to forget it, and to leave her alone. He nevertheless overcame that moment of scruples quite easily and quickly. Again he sighed and then he sat down next to the child, turning his head to her and eying her with an air of puzzled unease.
"What is one to do about this, I'm asking YOU, what am I going to do?" he murmured.
"Oh please, Mr. Norman, don't do nothing!"
"But then you will continue, you will come up here again and again, and you will play with your peepee. Oh I know you will, I know how it is with kids like you, they start and then they can't stop, no matter what. Yes, what are we going to do?"
"What if I promise to be good? Cross my heart and hope to die, Mr. Norman? What if I really, really promise?" whispered the girl, a glimmer of hope coming into her eyes, now that the man seemed to hesitate.
"You wouldn't keep your promise. Believe me, I know about such things. You've gotten the habit, you're sort of addicted by now. Whenever you'll think nobody can see you, nobody would ever know, there you would go, sticking your fingers into that dirty little place ... Oh yes, yes," he said sadly, "I know."
"How do you know?" she asked.
"I know, you poor little girl, I know because I have gone through all this." Norman looked away from her, nodding his head in a contrite manner and then he sighed heavily.
"You ... you have done what?" she wanted to know.
"Well, I was a little boy once, you know. And little boys, well, in some way they do things very much like what you just did. Only they do it differently, because they are made differently. You do know the difference between boys and girls, don't you?"
The child nodded.
"Yeah, I bet you do!" Norman sounded hostile, ironical again. "Yeah, I bet you think of just that when you do it, you think of those little pricks little boys have between their legs, whenever you put your fingers up into your pussy!"
"Please ... please don't...." whimpered the girl and buried her face in her hands. Norman knew he had hit the nail on the head.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you that boys fiddle around with their peckers just like girls tickle their cunny-holes, see? And I sure used to like doing it myself. In fact I still do it quite often, to tell you the truth."
"You do?" gasped Suzy, turning big, surprised eyes upon him.
"Yeah ... Wanna see how we fellows go about it?"
She did not answer. But neither did she say "no," neither did she seem frightened. There was something else in Suzy's eyes, something that wanted to know, something that sensed how she could get out of her dilemma, yet without knowing exactly what was expected of her.
Norman put his hand on his crotch and felt his prick through the wool.
"Tell you what, little girl," he said softly. "We could come to some kind of understanding, you know. You won't tell on me and I won't tell on you, all right? You see, I can't talk to anyone about this, not to anyone who wouldn't understand. Now I know that you would understand, Suzy, since you are doing things like that too, and if you promise you'll sit still and listen and watch, perhaps I'll keep quiet about it all."
"I wouldn't tell on you to anybody," she assured him, honesty shining from her eyes. Norman grinned down at her sweet, round face as he fished his prick out of his pants. He saw the girl's eyes shift from his face, down to where he was fingering himself, and then he saw them widen in disbelief.
"What's the matter?" he asked softly. "Bigger than you thought it would be?"
Silently the girl nodded.
Norman could tell that the little girl was scared of his prick, yet she stared at it with a kind of fascination, as if she were quite unable to turn her eyes away. Her pink little tongue flitted across her lips as she moistened them, and at the sight of this Norman tensed with desire. Oh, how he would have liked to grab that pretty head, force Suzy's mouth open and just shove it in, all the way in, and pump until he came!
PATIENCE, PATIENCE, Norman told himself, ALL GOOD THINGS IN THEIR OWN GOOD TIME....
"Wanna see how we do it?" he asked softly, grabbing himself and starting to stroke the shaft. Up and down went his fist, making the shiny skin on his big round glans stretch, making the knob swell out at her.
"All right, Suzy," he grunted, "now you've got to show me too, you've got to do it like you did it before, before you saw me, you know? Go ahead, Suzy, do it, or I'll tell your Mommy!"
The child moved as if in a trance. Her eyes did not waver, they stared as before, while her right hand found its way down beneath her skirt. She sank back into her pillows a little, her head turned sideways so that she was able to observe how Norman jerked himself off, and her skirt began to move. Norman quickly leaned over to pull it up as it had been earlier, way up to her chest, and there it was, there was the naked belly, smooth and pretty, the open crotch and the dancing fingers.
She was doing it with her hand flat on there lower part of her abdomen, her fingers extended downwards so that only the middle one actually reached into her slit. She was stroking strictly one little spot, her tiny clit, but she was stroking it vigorously.
"Just like I thought," moaned Norman, fisting himself more rapidly, "yes, yes, just as I thought, you little darling ... not even one little hair on that sweet cunt of yours, not one!"
There was the darkness of the opening, just below her frigging finger, the mystery of moist, hidden recesses, and Norman longed to stuff his tongue into it all, to fuck the child with it, to hold on to her and make her kick and whimper with pleasure he was sure he could give her.
"Give me your other hand," he said in a low, slightly hoarse voice. When Suzy did not obey immediately, Norman reached out with his free hand and took hers, pulled it to him, transferred his prick into its moist, trembling palm and wrapped his fingers around the tiny fist to make it squeeze him.
"Rub it, Baby ... go ahead, don't be afraid," said Norman, "rub it hard ... real hard!"
He could feel the nervous pressures she exerted with her fingers, twitching little movements that made his big body jerk up and down.
Suzy was apparently so fascinated with what he made her do that she finally forgot to go on with her masturbation and soon had both her hands around him, feeling the consistency of the turgid organ, yanking it up and down with childish clumsiness. Norman did not mind, not one bit, especially since her open crotch lay bare and exposed, glistening with a film of moisture she had caused to appear, with her delicate finger.
The man's hand shot out, his thick fingers groping, and for a moment the girl's legs were clapped together as if to ward him off, but the effect of it was that her sweet young thighs only trapped his hand inside her crotch.
"No!" breathed Suzy, closing her eyes and turning her head away, yet her hands squeezed harder, clinging to the jutting rod they held as if her life depended on it.
Norman's fingers began to move slowly, gently, and little by little her legs relaxed.
"Is that the little button that itches so much?" he purred, "is that it? Did I find it now? Oh yes, yes, I know, that's the spot! You just let Uncle Norman scratch where it itches, you just open up wide and see how nice it'll feel in a minute!"
Norman fell silent when she gave him complete access to her sex, concentration on what he was doing, burrowing into the crotch he had longed for, rubbing the minuscule fleshy knob that he could feel hard against his fingertip, then slipping down lower, down into the smooth, slippery slit.
"Ohh ... ohh...." moaned the child, her eyes still closed, and she arched her back, bringing her pussy up a little, offering it to the man's touch.
"Sweet little virgin," he whispered when he had reached her maidenhead, smooth and strong, just inside her cunny-hole. His finger had slipped in and he could feel the tightness of the orifice around it, he could feel her little cunt holding his finger.
"That's where the boys are gonna put their cocks, you know," he grunted, almost breathless with excitement. "That's where they're gonna stuff it in, when you're a little older, they're gonna go right through, you know ... right through that little skin and up into your twat ... there ... there...."
Norman had not realized his own strength, insensitive to it in his excitement, until he noticed the change in the girl. She whimpered, and it was a little louder than before, and suddenly her hands left his prick, they flew to his wrist and held it, pushed it, trying desperately to get him to stop what he was doing.
"No ... nooo ... oh please," she wailed, but Norman rolled over, almost on top of her, and as he did so his finger broke through the hymen.
It was so sudden that he went in all the way, right up to his knuckles, his index finger doing the job of opening the kid, where he had only intended to excite her. He could feel the heat inside her body, the tightness and the wetness, and he knew that if the roof had caved in over his head at that very moment, he could no longer have stopped himself, he would have continued.
"There ... oh yes, there ... there it is...." he grunted, his sweatcovered face close to hers, his eyes searching the pain-twisted features. Suzy was gritting her teeth and holding her breath just then, and as her lips drew back, Norman's big, wide tongue licked across it, from one side to the other.
"Ugghh...." groaned the little girl, quickly turning her head aside. Norman's tongue slipped into her left ear and stayed there, moving slowly, his licking resounding in her head.
After a moment's pause, just after having broken through her maidenhead, Norman resumed his fingerfucking, and this time it was a thorough job, in and out the hole, while his thumb worked on the clitoris.
The girl's legs were beginning to jerk and for a moment he wondered whether it was resistance or response. When her pretty little face slowly began to turn back to him, when he saw her blue eyes open, a lost, helpless look in them, he knew that she was his to do with as he pleased.
Norman head not intended to go quite that far when he had sneaked up on the child, but when her sweet young mouth opened again, her lips parting softly and remaining open as he slipped his tongue across them, and then inside, when he realized that she was becoming excited once more, he knew that he would fuck her. He would not leave the attic again without having enjoyed the wriggling of that slender little body beneath his own. Yet, even as he made this decision, Suzy's right hand reached him again, seizing his prick and holding on to it, squeezing quite hard.
Norman's body jerked up and down once, just once, and his cum spilled all over her bare belly, it spurted in long, thick jets that inundated her crotch and the upper part of her thighs. With a deep groan he sank down on her, clinging to her, rubbing himself against her nakedness until it was finished.
CHAPTER TWO
"Easy there, easy ... it's all right, Baby," whispered Norman when the child beneath him seemed to go frantic, struggling against his big, gripping hands, whimpering as she felt the warmth spilling over her belly, the strange wetness of something she could not understand.
"What happened? What is it?" she finally asked, her voice trembling.
"It's nothing, nothing at all, it's just that you made me come, you little rascal! Why, I came all over you, didn't I?" Norman began to chuckle, the tension released, and slowly he lifted himself up. It did not matter, not really, he thought. There was still plenty of time to go all the way with her, slowly, gently, because he wanted to do it right. Another twenty, thirty minutes, and he'd be as good as new. It would give him time to really work on her, to excite her like she had never been excited before. Norman wondered whether he might not get her to go down on him too, after all....
"What is it?" asked the girl, looking down upon her belly, all covered with the sticky substance that had spurted from the man's body.
"Why, it's sperm, that's all it is," said Norman. "Semen, you know. The stuff that should go right in there, when people have intercourse."
With his thick finger he showed her just exactly where that proper receptacle for his cum was, digging into her once more, but this time she jerked away nervously.
"What do you want? What do you want?" she asked, and it was almost a whimper.
"I want to get you good and ready for a little fucking, my little angel," he murmured, making a grab for Suzy and pulling her toward him. She bit down on her lip and resisted but Norman easily forced his hand between her thighs and his fingers into her twat.
"There now, there," he said, rubbing her clitty, digging into her hole, "now doesn't that feel nice? Isn't that just fine?"
"It hurts, it hurts." she wailed softly. The man realized that the moment of pleasure was gone, for her, that the soreness of her freshly opened cunt was getting to her. He stopped masturbating the little girl and looked around until he saw a fairly clean piece of cloth on top one of the boxes. He reached for it and pulled it down. It had once been a lady's slip, he thought.
Gently he started wiping his sperm off the girl's belly and thighs, then removed the little droplets of blood that had come out of her vagina.
"Uncle Norman is going to make it all better, you'll see," he said and smiled at her, "but first we'll just have to take everything off, won't we?"
He began tugging on her clothes but Suzy tried to hold his hands.
"But ... but then I'd be all naked, and in front of a gentleman too ... One isn't supposed to...." protested the girl and Norman began to laugh. Oh, the modesty of children, he thought, the strict adherence to learned rules and principles!
Of course she would have been told, long ago, not to show her sweet little ass to people, to cover herself when company was present. On the other hand Norman could ill imagine her prim mother warning her not to let any man fuck her, not to allow sperm to be spilled on her belly or fingers stuck up her twat!
Norman let her have her way for the time being, sitting back and looking at her as she examined her crotch with slow, hesitant fingers.
"All right then, little Suzy," he said. "We'll make a bargain. I won't ask you to do anything I won't do. But if I take all of MY clothes off, then you will do the same, that's fair, isn't it?"
She looked at him for a moment, her pretty little face expressing utter doubt, but finally she nodded.
"I guess so," she said. Norman could tell that there wasn't just naive consent there, there was also a good dose of curiosity. Yes, Suzy wanted to know what a man really looked like, a grown man, of course. Norman moved quickly in order to show her.
Although he was a heavily built man with quite a paunch on him, Norman was quite proud of his body. It had strength, he thought, massiveness, and if others might have called it fat, he didn't.
Deftly Norman stripped off his pants completely, then wriggled out of his shirt and jacket. In his socks and undershorts he stood before the girl, pulling up his belly with both hands so that she could admire the slack cock that was sticking out of the shorts.
"Gee, it was bigger before, wasn't it?" she remarked.
"Yes, and a little harder too," he chuckled, coming closer to Suzy. "Wanna touch it again, like you did before?" She nodded, but before her hand could reach him he stepped back again.
"Ah no, no, a deal is a deal. First you've got to take everything off," he said and pulled down his shorts. Then he watched as the graceful child rose and began to undress.
Her movements were slow and natural, there was something beautiful in the way she raised her arms as she pulled her dress over her head. At last she stood before him, naked as on the day she was born, her arms hanging at her sides, her tiny breasts all aglow, nipples round and pointy.
"You're a lovely, lovely girl,.' he murmured, fascinated by the delightful vision before him, and before she knew what Was coming he had her by the shoulders, forcing her down on her knees and fiercly pulling her face toward his crotch.
"What do you want? What are you doing?" she whimpered, and Norman tried to rub his limp prick against her face.
Suzy succeeded in seizing it with both hands and holding it away from her.
"No ... no! I don't want to!" she wailed.
"Into your mouth, Baby ... put it into your mouth!" grunted the man.
Suzy was becoming angry. Her little face reddened and her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at him.
"Never! That's disgusting!" she shouted. "And it stinks!"
Again Norman laughed. He decided that he would have to slow down again if he wanted to avoid violating the child and risking the consequences of her tattling about it, but he found that persuasion rather than violence took one hell of a lot of patience....
"Sit down, Honey, come on and sit down," he murmured, pushing her away from him with gentle hands. "You just sit down and uncle Norman is going to show you that there's nothing disgusting about eating out another person. Just sit there, like you were before, and I'm gonna go down on you."
It was quite clear that the poor girl did not understand in the least what he meant but since he no longer seemed bent upon sticking his fat thing into her mouth she finally obeyed.
The man's big hands seized her around the waist to push her up a little higher, on the pile of pillows, and then it was his turn to kneel before her, to sniff at her tender little body, to find the triangle of smooth, hairless flesh between her thighs.
"It tickles ... oh it tickles...." she gasped, jerking about on her improvised couch, and then she sighed deeply as she felt the big, wet tongue slip up along her thigh, up into the very recesses of her cunt.
"Mmmm ... mmm...." grunted Norman happily as he lapped the minuscule knob of sensitive flesh at the top of the slit. He could smell her now, he could tell that there was more wetness that just his own saliva in there, there was an oozing of young feminine juices, smooth and bitter-sweet, and as he sucked it all into his mouth Norman could feel the hardness return to his cock.
"What are you doing to me? Ohh ... ohhh ... what are you doing?" moaned the child, her thighs twitching and her small hands clutching the blanket on which she lay.
"I'm eating your cunt, my little girl," he told her briefly before resuming his licking.
In addition to his hands Norman was using the fingers of both hands this time, spreading the girl's gash open and twiddling her clitty with his thumbs while he slipped his tongue deeply into her hole.
"Uhhh ... uhhh...." she gasped, her small body contracting and her legs kicking up. Norman knew that he had her where he wanted her, this time, he knew that she was quite beyond resisting the waves of pleasure that washed over her.
The girl was ready for fucking all right, decided Norman, but he wasn't. Not quite, not yet. He slipped one hand down between his legs to check the consistency of his cock and he knew that it could and would become much stiffer in a matter of minutes. There was one thing which could hasten the process, he decided, and this time he felt that Suzy was ripe for it.
Carefully he moved up, turning and climbing unto the couch without removing his mouth from the child's crotch. Grunting a little with the effort he managed to slide up against her, bending at the waist so that he made himself shorter, as short as she was, until his prick was finally at the same level with her face once more.
Norman decided that he would ask her just to kiss his prick, just to lick the tip of it, he would tell her that he'd stop eating her out if she didn't do it, but first he would suck her cunt into a state of complete creaminess.
His tongue darted into her, slipped out again and returned at an ever faster rate of speed. The child's sighs became loud moans and suddenly, to his surprise and delight, he felt the moist little hands seize his manhood once more. He was about to tell Suzy what to do when he felt the softest, the warmest of caresses at the tip or his glans and he realized that she was taking it into her mouth on her own initiative this time!
"Oh yes ... ohhh yesss...." he groaned briefly and resumed his tonguing, feeling her strain to force it all into her mouth.
It wasn't the expert, rapid cocksucking he was used to receiving from some of the prostitutes he had been with recently, it was clumsy, groping kind of a caress, but so delicate, so heart-felt, so spontaneous, that it made up for all its lack in expertise. The little tongue inside Suzy's mouth was imitating the movements of Norman's tongue between her legs, now running from side to side, now vibrating up and down, caressing and licking the distended end of his prick.
Norman could feel the pulsations begin inside the shaft of his tool, he could feel the muscular contractions, quite involuntary, quite violent, that seized his crotch, and he knew that he had reached full erection at last. More than that, he was reaching the point at which he would send another load of sperm flying down the girl's gullet, and much as the thought tempted him, Norman had decided once and for all that this time he would penetrate her body and fuck her good and proper.
"What's happening? What are you doing now?" asked the girl, her eyes moist and wide, as he mounted her at last. 'Are you gonna wet my belly again?"
"Not your belly, not from the outside, at least," he replied and kissed her burning cheeks. "I'm going to stick my prick into you, my darling ... just lie still and don't move for a second. You heard what I said? Don't move, or I won't find the hole"
The child's slender body was heaving beneath his, her legs were spread out, her belly pushing up against his as her desire tossed her up and down. Norman was fumbling between her thighs, holding his swollen prick in his right hand, despairing of ever finding the tiny orifice, when suddenly there was wetness and tightness around his glans.
"This is it, oh yes, this is it," he groaned, pushing hard, and feeling himself sink into the spreading, stretching channel of Suzy's cunt.
"Ohhh ... ohhh...." wailed the little girl, frowning and screwing her eyes shut, but at the same time her slender arms wrapped themselves around the man's neck and held on as if for dear life.
Suffering with the pains of a first penetration, whimpering more from pleasure than from pain, the little girl clung to her initiator and her soft, moist lips were groping for the kisses she craved instinctively, without knowing why.
Together with the prick that slipped into her body, Norman's tongue entered the girl's mouth, deeply, wetly, hungrily, and there it moved relentlessly as he began to fuck her.
"Ahh ... ahhh ... ahhh...." groaned Suzy through these kisses, her little body squirming and writhing in the man's arms, her tight young cunt clamped around his pumping organ, pulling at it, milking it with every movement, until an explosion of hot, thick sperm inundated her.
Suzy's body tensed from head to toes as she screamed her joy, receiving the man's ejaculation and climaxing violently at the very same instant. Her raised knees beat against his flanks with a vigor he had never expected and her tiny fingernails dug into his back and into his shoulders until the contractions and convulsions of her pleasure-raked body began to subside.
Norman looked down upon the naked child, sprawling on the mussed pillows and blanket, oblivious of the way in which her oozing little cunt was exposed. Her snow-white, delicate skin was covered with perspiration and her narrow chest rose and fell as she gasped for air. Norman ran his finger slowly down from her neck to her belly-button, down between her tender little tits, and he smiled at her. "You're pretty hot stuff, young lady," he murmured. "Lemme tell you, you sure are!"
"You mean I'm good in bed?" she whispered shyly.
"Good? Listen, kiddo, you're the best. The very best." Norman grunted with satisfaction as he patted the child's bare leg as one would caress a horse's neck after a good ride.
"You're just saying that," minced Suzy, all woman suddenly, full of coquettishness. "You wouldn't say it if you knew my best friend, in school."
Norman looked up, alert and interested. "What friend?" he asked. "Oh, nothing...."
"Come on, no secrets between us. You have a boy friend in school? At your age? And he doesn't appreciate my little Suzy?" It wasn't unusual, after all, for youngsters of her age to start experimenting together, even if they didn't actually have intercourse. Still, Norman was somewhat surprised.
"On no, no, silly," giggled the girl. "I haven't got a boy friend. This is a girl, see!"
"What do you men?"
"A girl who's really good in bed. I mean REALLY, Mr. Norman. She fucks all the time."
Norman was puzzled. Kids tell such tall stories, after all! Then he smiled because of the easy manner in which Suzy had used the word "fuck", almost innocently.
"A girl your age?"
"Well, she's almost fourteen. But she's been doing it for years now, I know. I'm not kidding."
Norman shook his head gravely. "You know, you mustn't tell stories like that about the girls in your school, Darling. People are mean, they wouldn't understand."
"But I'm not telling PEOPLE, I'm just telling you, Mr. Norman. What do you think I am, a baby?" Suzy's full lips pouted prettily.
"You're not exactly a baby anymore," he replied and laughed heartily. "Not exactly."
"Well than ... It's like I'm telling you, Daisy's been going with men ever since she was ten. Not so much in the beginning, not everything, you see, just doing things to the gentlemen that came to visit her Mommy. I don't really know what things, or at least I didn't know when she told me, but I think I know now."
This was becoming interesting, thought Norman. He said nothing and looked at the child with great attention. Flattered, Suzy continued to talk.
"Daisy's a very pretty girl, see. She's sort of black, not really, just sort of. She's brown, and it's a very pretty color. She says her mother's friends simply go crazy when they touch her skin."
"Her mother's friends?" whispered Norman finally.
"Yeah. Ever since Daisy's father went away, a long time ago, her mom's had friends and they've got lots of money and they buy nice presents for Daisy and her mother. And they sleep with Daisy's mother, or at least they did a lot. Now they even like doing it with Daisy better."
"And the kid's mother?" asked Norman, "she doesn't mind?"
"No, why should she? When Daisy's doing it, they are very grateful and sometimes they give her mother a lot of money. Daisy's mother showed her how to do it, you know. First she just let her watch, when she was little, and then the men touched Daisy and kissed her while they were sticking it into her mother. Later they started doing it all the way with Daisy. Oh, she must be the greatest, the way they all run after her."
Norman smiled and nodded his head slowly, deep in thought. No it did not surprise him to learn that a woman in town sold her daughter's favors to her better customers. No, this was not the first time he had heard of such things. What surprised him and in a way saddened him a little, was the fact that he had never learned of it before, that none of the men he knew had either bothered to tell him or trusted him enough to tell him. Then it occurred to him that he did not really know any well-to-do men in this town, that his acquaintances perhaps knew nothing of Daisy and of her hospitable mother.
Norman was not a rich man. But neither was he a spendthrift and he had some savings. A few hundred dollars for some real thrills was something he could afford, even if only once or twice. A fling, perhaps, a crazy fling, and even the presence of Suzy who gave it to him for nothing made no difference. Why, it was different that way, actually buying it from a kid's mother, it would give him a feeling of immense power ... and that would be exciting.
"I guess these guys are spending a lot of money for a little session with Daisy," he said.
"Oh yeah, a lot! Gee, Daisy told me once that she and her mother could make fifty, a hundred bucks in one evening, at least when there were a few of these gentlemen there at the same time."
Norman made a quick calculation and couldn't quite believe the results. Either the poor woman did not have the slightest notion of the worth of her wares, or else Daisy was lying about the money.
"Do you think you could introduce me to your little friend?" he asked hesitantly.
Suzy pouted. "Sure I could," she said reluctantly. "But then you'll only want to fuck her and you won't do it with me any more!"
Norman was quite overwhelmed to find that Suzy not only wanted more but was beginning to find out about jealousy. He quickly leaned over the child and kissed her cheeks and then her mouth, very softly , very sweetly, and smiled at her.
"Don't be silly, my Darling. I'll always do it with you, anytime you'd want me to, I swear! I just thought I might try and find out if Daisy hasn't been telling you some tall stories, you know. Wouldn't you want me to? Wouldn't you like it if I told you just exactly what happened?"
Suzy nodded eagerly, grinning up at him. "Oh yes! Hey, that would be neat! You're sure you'd tell me me absolutely everything, right?" Again he kissed her and swore that there would be no secrets between them. Suzy's tongue flicked up against his lips and her right arm rose and came to rest around his neck, soft, trembling, delightful. Norman opened his mouth just a little and waited. Sweetly, hesitantly, the little girl's tongue crept in and began to move around. Softly he sucked on it and, to his surprised delight, felt hardness return to his cock.
"You ... you want to?" whispered the child after a while and her eyes brightened. "Do you?" he replied.
"Mmmm...." Suzy's pretty head nodded vigorously.
"You're getting wet down there?" Norman asked.
"Stick your finger in and see," she invited him and spread herself out as much as she could, shameless and innocent and childish, so that Norman groaned with sudden desire as he bored the middle finger of his right hand into the tightness of her little twat.
"Deeper ... oh yes, deeper...." moaned Suzy and started to wriggle frantically. Norman's finger began to churn, making soft, wet noises inside the little cunt, and Suzy's sighs in his right ear, as she nibbled on his lobe, were enough to stiffen his prick completely for the third time.
"This time you come on me," he whispered and Suzy giggled.
"That's silly," she protested, but he was already rolling away from her and unto his back, sprawling out on the stack of pillows, his cock hard and huge as it stuck up in the air. The thought of being a little passive this time, of watching the excited little brat take the initiative and come to him, the notion of having her climb on him and impale herself on his dart, added a new thrill to his excitement.
"Come to me, little darling," he murmured, "come and take it if you want it!"
The child's body was soft and warm as it slid over, as her hands grabbed for him, as she pulled herself up and finally straddled him.
"Uhh! It's so "big!" she sighed, holding the prick with both hands and spreading her legs over it. Then she bore down on him, her little tongue sticking out at the corner of her mouth from concentrating so hard, and with a few grunts and a couple of wriggles she succeeded in shoving the tip of the tool into her channel.
"It's working! Gee, Mr. Norman, it's working like this too!" she shouted excitedly as she began to slide down.
"What did you think? he said and laughed. "Come on now, all the way, you know. Just let yourself go and feel it shoot up your little cunt!"
He watched her hips swing from side to side as she wriggled playfully, giggling now, forcing herself down a little further. Then she let go of his prick and threw her arms out. With a happy shout she let herself fall forward, on top of him, and by the time he had her against his chest, embracing and kissing her, the lower part of her body had already sprung into wild, frenzied action, her cunt sucking on his prick with all the fierceness of her young lust.
"You're something ... oh, you're something else, you little whore ... you sweet little whore ... '" grunted Norman, beginning to buck and heave beneath this sudden onslaught, and then his senses reeled as he felt yet another orgasm approach.
Suzy and Norman had finished their dinner by the time the girl's mother returned home. Stella Barber was bushed and fell into the deep armchair in the parlor where she sighed deeply. If anything in the man's attitude or in that of the little girl might have aroused her suspicion at another time, Stella was too tired to notice anything that night. The furtive and somewhat guilty glance the two lovers exchanged never even came to her attention.
"You better go to bed early," she murmured, turning to her daughter.
"Oh Mom! Must I?" protested the child.
"Yes, yes, it's late. I want you in bed at a decent hour, girl, you know that." Then she turned to Norman and smiled wanely.
"I hope she hasn't been any trouble while I was gone," she murmured. "Children are so difficult sometimes ... '"
"Not at all, not in the least," said Norman and smiled. He felt quite sure of himself now, sure that he would get away with screwing the daylights out off Mrs. Barber's little girl, for as long as he wanted to, as often as he wanted to and with a deep feeling of almost boyish glee he added, "Suzy's a lovely little girl, you know. I wouldn't be surprised in the least if we were to become real good friends."
"How nice, how very nice," nodded Mrs. Barber. "Say goodnight to Mr. Norman, Darling, won't you?"
"Good night, Mr. Norman," tweeted the child. "And like I told you, I'm gonna talk to Daisy tomorrow, promise. Good night again."
"Good night, Suzy, and thank you," murmured Norman and looked at her, long enough to see the spark of utter mischievousness glimmer in her blue eyes. Suzy whirled and ran upstairs, leaving him to explain what she had meant. What a little devil, he thought, then turned to Mrs. Barber.
"Seems that one of her girl friends mentioned to her that her mother has a very old silver necklace she might want to sell, he said, "and since I deal in such things...."
"Oh yes, yes, I know," said Mrs. Barber without interest. Her boarder's somewhat marginal occupation, this buying and selling of antique jewelry, paintings, furnishings sometimes, had never impressed her as being quite respectable. There was something musty and furtive about it, she thought, something like dealing in second-hand clothing.
Well, one couldn't always be choosy, when it came to the people one rented a room to, she thought. At least he seemed to get along with Suzy, and that was a relief to her. Mrs. Barber was quite aware of the fact that outstanding children are sometimes a little difficult to live with.
CHAPTER THREE
Standing in front of the somewhat shabby looking, once-white frame house on 11th Street, Norman knew a moment of hesitation. What if it all turned out to be a hoax? His young mistress had already surprised him in more than one respect, he told himself, and he no longer felt that she would be incapable of just about anything.
Norman hesitated, yes, but at the same time the lust for that which he hoped to find behind those curtained windows, for that which he had been promised, made it quite impossible for him to back down now, to retreat without finding out for sure. He decided that he would not make a move, not say a word that could compromise him in any way, that he would wait for all initiatives to come from the inhabitants of the little house.
There were weeds in the front yard, as well as a few rusty tin cans. This air of neglect, everywhere, of a kind of slovenness, instead of repelling the man had a quite contrary effect on him. It all fitted in somehow with the image he had, of the slovenly little whore inside, a girl-and a mother-with so little respect for themselves and for each other that they would afford him an opportunity for slovenly, dirty fucking, a prospect that stiffened the meat inside his trousers in anticipation as he stepped up to the door and rang the bell.
It was a shaky, ugly sound, that ringing somewhere, deep inside the house. Steps approached almost immediately and then the door was opened and he stared into the deep, brown eyes of a quite magnificent looking creature.
Not even the tattered house-coat she was wearing, not even the torn, bulky slippers on her slender feet, could detract from the woman's exotic beauty.
Her face was round but very delicate in its features, the lips full and sensuous, slightly contemptuous of the world, of herself, of the man before her. The woman's skin was light brown, a golden brown that shimmered with a mat gloss in the evening twilight. Norman could not help investigating the perfection of this skin with roving eyes, letting them wander down from her face to her neck, a long and slender neck, and then to the top of her chest over which she clutched the collar of the housecoat.
"I ... I'm Norman," he said hoarsly. The woman's face broadened with a grin. It made her look deliciously vulgar and voracious, with strong, white teeth flashing.
"So you're Norman," she murmured, her voice smooth, caressing. "So what's that to me?"
"I ... I was told that you'd know about my visit," he stammered, suddenly embarrassed, almost sure that it was all a mistake.
"And what do you want of me?" she asked "Or is it me you came to see?" There was a little light of amusement flashing in her eyes and Norman understood that she was testing him, that she wanted to be sure.
Norman felt droplets of sweat on his forehead and on his neck. Yes, what did he want of the woman, indeed? Nothing, really, and she was waiting for him to say so, to tell her the purpose of his visit, she was waiting to hear the word, that's all! Norman found it very hard to explain himself all of a sudden.
"It's ... it's Daisy, Ma'm...." he began.
"Daisy? My little Daisy?" The woman's eyebrows shot up but her eyes were still smiling.
"Well, you know...."
"I don't," she assured him. "I don't know nothing, unless you tell me, Mister. A person can't be too careful, right?"
"Right," he said and nodded. He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the perspiration from the back of his beefy neck.
"Can't say it?" the woman murmured at last, and then she began to giggle. Her slender hand clutching the top of her coat relaxed a little and Norman had a glimpse of darkness, of softness, that made him want to grab and forget about the kid.
"Now let's see," said the woman, cocking her head to one side and feigning great concentration. "Let's see, what could a gentleman like you want to see my little Daisy for? Maybe you're from the school board and you wanna know why she hasn't been to class so often, this past month? Well, she's been catching colds all the time, see? Or maybe you wanna see her for something else? Well, what is it?"
"I was told ... I mean, I thought ... well, you must have been told about it too, weren't you?" He looked at her and knew that no help was forthcoming. He stared and wondered, why is she not assisting me in any way? Her eyes looked at him steadily, full of interest, full of irony. Her housecoat had opened quite a bit by now and since he was much taller than the woman he could make out the very tips of her dark-brown nipples, way down below. Norman decided that the time had come to stop pussyfooting around.
"I wanna screw the shit out of your brat, that's what I am here for," he growled, frowning but at the same time ready to beat a hasty retreat if this proved to be necessary.
The peal of laughter that rose from the woman's lips reassured him though. She stepped back a little, opening the door wide and nodding invitingly.
"Well, well, another real gourmet, aintcha?" she said softly. "You like your meat nice and tender, Mister, isn't that so?"
Norman stepped into the semi-darkness of the little parlor.
"I sure do," he murmured but looked at her with frank delight, now that he knew they would understand each other. "I like 'em young and pretty, or else I like 'em just a little older and experienced, you know ... like you are, I bet...."
The woman turned away from him as her laughter filled the room.
"Daisy!" she called out, turning to the stairs that led to the second floor, "come on down, darling, you've got a gentleman caller!"
The she turned to the man once more and the laughter was gone. Her eyes were deep, mysterious, as she looked at him appraisingly.
"You don't know what you're in for, Mister, you don't know at all," she murmured in a very low voice. Then she uttered a little sigh. There was a shiver running through her shoulders and it was more than enough: smoothly her housecoat slipped away from them, down to the floor, leaving the woman standing naked, golden, her pointed breasts inviting, in the middle of the room. Just behind her, a dark young girl was coming down the stairs.
There was something almost ludicrous and at the same time, perhaps because of it, something deeply wicked and exciting about the girl's appearance.
Quite small and slender, Daisy's features were as delicate as her mother's and the coloring of her skin the same golden brown. But little Daisy was dressed up in a manner that reminded Norman of every dirty picure magazine he had ever stuck his nose into, and there were not many he hadn't seen. The girl was wearing white net stockings held up by a pink garter belt, but leaving her immature little crotch totally exposed. There were mere traces of black, curly hair, forming a small triangle just above the top of the slit. The deep, delicious navel was exposed above the garter belt.
On the child's feet was a pair of spike-heeled black patent-leather shoes with straps, such as had gone out of style for quite some time already, but Norman could not deny that they did something for the wearer's posture, the provocative way in which she moved and advanced as she came down the stairs.
Daisy was also wearing a bra, a fluffy pink thing made of lace, surrounding her pretty little breasts, but leaving the sharp, pointy, black nipples bare. High on her long, slender neck, she was wearing a small leather band studded with silver, an ornament that reminded Norman of nothing so much as of a dog collar. The girl's full, sensuous lips were outrageously made up red, her eyelids were bluish with kohl and the corners of her eyes extended with heavy black pencil.
This, together with the tight little pigtails into which her kinky hair was plaited, two stiff black curves framing the lovely face and ending in pink bows, completed a picture of incredible ambiguity.
The thing which made Norman's spine tingle with excitement and brought new hardness to his cock was Daisy's expression, the total innocence of her roundish, doll-like face, and which stood in such contrast with her manner of dressing-or undressing.
"Hello," she breathed, a little smile on her lips, and took a few steps which brought her to the middle of the staircase. There she stood, graceful and poised like a fawn surprised by a sudden noise in the forest underbrush, her right foot reaching down for the next step. Her right hand came up. It was holding a lollipop which she now slid into her mouth and which she began to suck with a slowness that suggested more sensuous, forbidden pleasures to the staring visitor.
"No panties?" asked her mother. There was mock-surprise in her voice. "Is this the way you were taught to receive company?"
"Yes, Mother," murmured the child, removing the lollipop from her mouth. "You did tell me to always show my cunt when it was a gentleman coming to visit, didn't you?"
"So I did, so I did, "murmured the woman, then turned to Norman and smiled at him. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Mister?" she said, pointing to the armchair next to the couch.
Norman had a feeling of unreality as he sat down, opened his fly and let his hugely erected penis pop out. His eyes darted from the woman to her daughter and back as he stroked himself rather vigorously, the woman's approving smile seeming to encourage him.
She went to take the girl's hand and gently tugged her into the middle of the cozy little parlor, until they both stood before the masturbating man.
"Aren't you going to show the nice man what you've got for him, Darling?" asked the woman. She was holding Daisy by the shoulders, turned toward Norman, and when the little girl began to giggle softly, shyly, she bent down and gently slid her tongue into Daisy's left ear.
The child's body began to squirm as she tittered. Soft brown arms slid around her slender little frame and pulled back, and suddenly the woman was sitting on the couch, facing Norman, Daisy on her knees, straddling them, her opening, glistening slit revealing the darkness of a tiny orifice in the middle.
Like a burrowing worm, the woman's right middle finger slid down into Daisy's crotch and up into her cunny hole. Three times it moved back and forth, then emerged, covered with the sweet slime of the child's lust. She held out her hand, the finger pointing toward Norman's nose.
"See how she gets when she sees a fat prick?" the woman chuckled. Norman leaned forward and sniffed the finger. There was the acrid, pungent and yet clean, cunty smell he had expected, only now that he actually experienced it his desire of the girl became overwhelming.
He half-rose from his seat, holding his cock and fumbling with his belt-buckle at the same time, until his trousers dropped to the floor, but the child's mother shook her head.
"Not yet, not yet," she smiled. "Sit down, Mister, or don't you want to see her get real hot?"
The man grunted and sank back into the armchair, his eyes half-closing, shiny, feverish beneath the heavy lids.
With her left arm the woman took a firm hold of her daughter, pulling her back against her chest and leaning into the couch. Daisy's legs went up even further, long, slender, the insides of her thighs smooth and soft, the lips of her little gash opening delicately.
The woman's finger disappeared once more into the opening, and this time began to piston back and forth, up and down, going so fast that it almost seemed like a blur to Norman. The result was quite spectacular.
Daisy immediately began to sigh and moan, her toes curled up and her legs trembled as she held them up and open. Her entire body came to life, wriggling and squirming and jerking with violent spasms, until her mouth opened wide for long screams of pleasure.
"She's gonna come now, Mister," said the woman, her voice a little breathless. "She always hollers like that when she comes."
A thick trickle of cunt-juice was beginning to come down along the moving hand, along the insides of the child's thighs. The smell of her excitement was beginning to fill the room.
"There you are, Baby ... there, there...." grunted the woman, fucking the child with her expert finger, slowing down at last, then speeding up for one last surge for the grand finale.
Norman did not let her finish. When the girl's orgasms seemed to reach its peak, when her joyful cries and whimpers rose to a shrill pitch, he slid from his chair, down to his knees, lunging, groping, until the woman laughingly removed her hand to give him room.
She clapped her hands against the insides of the girl's legs, holding and spreading her for the man, grinning down at him as he swallowed in the wetness of Daisy's crotch.
Licking and slurping avidly, Norman was eating out the young cunt, his tongue searching for more and more oozing juices, his throat working hard as he swallowed whatever he could get out of the kid.
"That's it, Mister," purred the woman, "that's the way ... Oh yeah, just keep going like that, Mister, keep sucking that sweet little cunt, I know how good it tastes, I sure do! Oh yeah, oh Baby, what did I tell you, didn't I say he'd be doing it? Ain't it the end, the living end, Baby?"
"Ohh ... ohhh...." whimpered the child, her body raked with convulsive pleasure-spasms. "Ohh ... Mommmy"
"You're gonna have to do this for me too, some time," chuckled the woman. She was struggling hard to keep the girl's erratic movements in check, to maintain her in place for the man. No matter how wild Daisy's trashing, no matter how frantic the pumping, up-and-down movement of her little crotch, Norman never for a second lost contact, his head following every jerk, every twist, his tongue drilling relentlessly into the minuscule hole.
"You wanna fuck her now, don't you?" laughed the woman. "You want her real bad, right?"
"Oh yes, yes," groaned Norman, pulling himself up, groping for the girl's tiny breasts, tearing her flimsy bra at the same time.
"Well, here it is, Mister ... here it is!"
The woman let herself roll sideways, pulling the girl along, holding her on top of herself with legs spread out, and Norman lunged.
For a while he struggled, trying to find the sheath for his prick, but it seemed to move away from him. There was soft flesh against his belly and thighs, soft young flesh in his hands, and finally a solid grip, coming out of nowhere, it seemed, around the shaft of his throbbing cock.
"Come now ... come ... there it is, there ... '" The woman's voice was low and soft, and then there was wetness and warmth around Norman's flesh. He moaned with relief and delight, knowing at the same time that it was not the child but the mother he had penetrated. He was fucking the woman with Daisy wedged in between them, Daisy squirming and batting her eyelids as if she were the one to get it, Daisy reaching for Norman's shoulders, pulling and tugging, openingher mouth and moving her tongue rapidly, until he started kissing her.
"Fuck me, Mister ... fuck hard ... Ohhh ... ohh yes ... '" moaned the woman, "oh your sure got a good cock on you ... nice and hard ... give it to me, mister...."
Daisy began to squirm as if she wanted to free herself. Norman lifted his head and looked down at her, wondering what was happening, but the girl smiled at him and he pushed himself back further to let her go. As soon as she was free he sank back, this time into the woman's arms, feeling the solid hardness of her nipples against his chest, those big, black nipples he wanted to suck, and he pumped her with greater vigor than before.
"You're still gonna let me screw the kid, aren't you?" he murmured into her ear.
"Sure will, Norman ... but me first, see? Come on, fuck me hard, darling, and call me Donna...."
Norman thrust his cock deeply into the woman's sex and took her mouth. Her tongue was agile and quick, playing with his and darting around, searching, tickling, and it was the only thing he was conscious of for a while, at least until he felt the cool, firm little hands gripping his buttocks.
Norman tightened his muscles. He knew that it was the little girl and he could feel a tingling sensation right inside his asshole, as he anticipated some extraordinarily intimate caress.
For the time being, the girl's fingers simply probed and squeezed his flesh, her thumbs sliding slowly, very slowly, into the crack and toward his anus. Norman speeded up his fucking, waiting for the thumbs to enter him, but they never did. Instead, they simply pulled and pried, opening him, exposing his hole, and then there was the hot flash of the child's tongue entering his shithole.
"Ahh ... ahh...." groaned Norman, no longer in control of his movements but simply letting himself go to the purely reflex-action of every muscle, and when the tip of the small tongue slid up into his bowels he felt his sperm gather, felt the pressure mount, and gripped Donna tightly as he waited for the squirts to come.
"Yes ... oh yes," murmured the woman ecstatically when the first gobs of cum were injected into her cunt, "oh yes, give it to me...."
Her back arched upward, her body lifting that of the man with unsuspected strength, her legs trembled as they supported them both and her snatch contracted with long, vigorous sucking motions that seemed to milk the sperm from his balls.
"Give ... give...." groaned the black woman, writhing under him, her beautiful arms powerful in the way they clung to his body.
At last the orgasm was completed for both of them, their movements and their wild, animal cries were subsiding, and they were still. The only movement on the couch was the continued, steady bobbing of the little teen-ager's head as she kept on searching Norman's insides with her tongue.
"Well," said Donna softly after a while, "think you can give the little one what she needs?"
"Oh, not yet, not yet," laughed Norman, sliding his hand down to check on the consistency of his cock. It was quite soft now, coming out of the woman's snatch, covered with her slime.
"Turn around and give the kid the other side, for a change, you'll see, it'll do wonders for you," said Donna.
Even a man like Norman felt a Pang of reluctance, mixed with excitement, as he twisted on the couch, turning until he lay alongside the woman and presented his wet, gooey crotch and genitals to the child's kisses. But Daisy, her sweet face glowing with innocent glee, ran her hands through the mess, then seized the man's prick at the root.
"You made him come real good, didn't you, Mommy?" she piped up, then leaned over and opened her mouth wide. Norman shuddered as he felt the sweet lips tighten around his shaft and the tip of an agile little tongue dance around and around over and under his hot and throbbing wet glans.
With a sigh of satisfaction Donna sat up and began to stroke her daughter's back and buttocks. Quickly removed what little there was left of her outfit, pulling down the net stockings and then climbing back up along the insides of the always willing, always spreading, shapely legs.
"She does a good job no matter what," said the young mother, "but still, there's nothing like a good finger-job to keep her on her toes, is there, my darling?"
"Mmm ... mmm...." agreed the girl, her mouth full, as motherly fingers went to work on her tiny clit and on her asshole. The child's body began to jerk again and the sight of it, now totally naked, delicate, graceful and yet full of young strength, soon brought stiffness into Norman's tool.
"I hope you didn't mind fucking me first," said Donna and smiled. She spoke without interrupting her lewd caresses on the girl's crotch and behind.
"It was lovely," sighed Norman.
"You're pretty darn good yourself, you know," purred Donna and nodded approvingly. "You see, I always try and get the fellows to slip it into me first. Call, it over-protectiveness, if you want, but I just feel I should make sure a guy has what it takes before I let him ream out that little darling of mine. I mean after all, she's still so young ... Later on, I'll probably trust her to come out of it all right, even if some man doesn't make her come, right my sweet?"
The last words were addressed at the child and the girl gave Norman's prick a quick squeeze, milking it upward with her right hand, so that a residue of sperm was forced out and into her mouth. Then she turned, her eyes sparkling mischievously, as she lifted her face to her mother. Norman's prick came to full attention when he saw how the child transferred the sticky substance from her mouth into that of her mother in a long, shuddering kiss. Donna sucked and swallowed, then paddled the girl's behind lightly with a series of love taps and finally turned her around once more.
"All right, all right, sweetie, enough horseplay," she told her. "Let's get down to serious business, shall we? Let's show the nice gentleman what we can do, all right?"
Daisy seemed to have practiced every movement she made many times over. Everything was so smooth, so sure and seemingly easy! Yet, thought Norman, a prick of the size his own had now become, stuffed into a cunny-hole as tiny as the one Daisy sported, would certainly have produced some gritting of teeth and perhaps a tear of two of pain with a less well-trained child.
Daisy straddled the man, hovering over him with her legs bent and spread, her small dark fists holding his cock at the root. She was massaging it expertly while thrusting her little cunt at the turgid glans, forcing it down so precisely that she was penetrated dead-center. There was not the slightest sign of discomfort or pain on the girl's face, well on the contrary. She grinned happily as if engaging in some innocent game with her schoolmates, and only when she was solidly impaled on Norman's cock did her eyes begin to flutter and her breath became shallow, rapid. Her slender body squirmed as she began to bounce.
"I like it ... ohh yes ... oh I like it...." she whispered, and her cunt made clicking wet noises with every shove. Her mother steadied her from behind, holding her under the armpits.
"That's my girl, that's my Baby," she murmured, '-oh you're doing just fine ... just fine! You show Norman what you can do, don't you? That's it, Daisy, that's exactly it. Up and down, up and down, look at him! Just look at his face, I bet you're gonna make him come pretty soon."
"I wanna come too, Mommy," pleaded the child, her movements quicker than ever, her voice shaking.
"I'm going to help you, you'll see," said her mother and slipped her right hand down, over the sweet, round belly and into the girl's crotch. Expertly she began arousing and titillating the child's clitoris which was not undergoing any other friction in the position the couple had assumed. The woman's touch seemed to work wonders indeed, for no sooner had she begun jerking Daisy off, than the child began to wail with the oncoming spasms of her orgasm.
"Don't worry if she comes before you, Norman," said Donna. "She's very fast, but she can have one climax after the other. In any case, as soon as she'll feel your stuff squirting up into her, she'll have one. Just lie back and relax, Norm, O.K.?"
He nodded and grinned up at mother and daughter. Just the knowledge of what they were to each other was doing something special for him, was getting him hotter than if it had been otherwise. Vaguely the thought of Stella Barber, of Suzy, of a warm, messed-up bed with these two on it, passed before his eyes, and all of a sudden the sperm began to come, just in time to catch Daisy at the peak of her own orgasm. The springs of the couch groaned as the two bodies twisted and jerked, as the girl fell forward, released by Donna's hands, and as she clung to the man while the last shivers of pleasure ran through her nervous little body.
"Well, Baby fucker, how was it?" asked Donna, standing over the disparate couple, her hands in her hips and a smile on her pretty face.
Norman did not bother to answer and simply kept running his hand from the child's shoulders to her buttocks, caressing her, stroking her as she regained her breath.
Donna sat down on a little foot stool which she pulled close and for a long time she just watched them. Her eyes were luminous in the gathering darkness of the room, bright in the dusky face. Finally she put her hand on Norman's.
"You're a pretty nice guy, you know?" she said throatily.
"Whaddya mean?"
"I mean you're gentle with her, real gentle."
"How could I be otherwise?" the man shrugged. "I mean, isn't she just the sweetest, the cutest...."
"Yeah, yeah, but you'd be surprised how some of the guys that want her need watching!
You wouldn't believe how disappointed some of them are, simply because the kid cooperates and likes it."
"That's funny," said Norman. "You mean they'd rather she didn't like it?"
"Right on the button, Norm." They somehow figure that if they're gonna fuck a kid that age, it's got to turn out being a kind of a rape, see. That's what they think about, in advance, that's what they look forward to. You're not like that, are you, Norman?"
"N ... no," he murmured softly, smiling and shaking his head. He looked down at the girl, asleep on his chest. Her face looked more innocent than ever.
"Because if I'm wrong, Norm'," continued Donna softly, so as not to awaken her daughter, "if you'd rather play it another way, try something different ... well, Daisy and I can arrange something."
Norman looked up sharply, searching the woman's face. There was an expression of lust in it now, something dark and mysterious and promising of forbidden pleasures. For a brief moment he wondered whether she was not a little mad.
"What's the matter. Donna? What are you driving at?" he asked.
"A game, Norman, nothing more. A lovely, lovely game. You know where all the excitement is, in sex? Why, it's up there, Norman, right up there," and lightly she tapped his forehead with her index finger.
Norman closed his eyes. Very old, half-forgotten phantasies rose in his mind, visions he had conjured up as a boy, when he had begun masturbating without really knowing what it was, what the strange urges were that hardened his flesh.
"I don't know...." he murmured.
"I do, Norman," whispered the woman. There was something conspiratorial in her manner, something almost evil but at the same time exciting.
"Wanna try?" Donna insisted.
"One should always try anything once, shouldn't one?" he said and shrugged. "I only wouldn't want to do anything the kid wouldn't want to, see...."
"Are you kidding?" laughed Donna, "you just wait and see how she puts her heart into it."
She leaned forward and softly brushed her hand over the girl's hair. Daisy stretched and lifted her head, eyes blinking sleepily. "Come, baby, come upstairs with me. The evening is just beginning, see?"
"Sure Mommy, sure," said the child happily and rose from her new lover's chest, stood and stretched once more, her nakedness like a reed in the wind, then took her mother's hand and followed her upstairs.
"Get dressed, Norman, let's pretend you're just arriving, O.K.?" Donna called down from the upstairs landing. With a puzzled smile on his face, Norman began slipping on his pants and shirt.
CHAPTER FOUR
Norman looked up when he heard Donna coming downstairs. She too was dressed now, wearing a revealing white gown that opened on her beautiful chest, the decollete barely covering the nipples of her breasts. She was barefooted and every step she took revealed the shapeliness of her long legs as the skirt, slit on both sides, fell back. Her arms were bare, except for the golden slave-bracelet above her right elbow.
"The girl is upstairs, Sir," she murmured, demure, formal, distant, her eyes cast down. She was more desirable than ever now, thought Norman.
"The girl?" he asked softly, determined to play the game as well as he could.
"Why yes, Sir," said Donna, "wasn't it what you had ordered? She is a virgin, of course, and I am afraid a somewhat unruly one, but please don't worry, I shall be helping you if need be, I know how to handle these little ones."
"Do you now?" asked Norman, "will you make sure I'll get my prick into her?"
For a fleeting moment the woman's eyes flashed with lust, but then her eyelids veiled them again as she looked at a spot on the rug, just at her feet.
"You can trust me," she said. "I always take care of the new ones, you sec. This one's brand new, still quite wild, but I know how to handle her kind. Will you kindly follow me, Sir?"
Norman nodded and rose to his feet, feeling a new erection grow between his legs. There was mystery ahead, a strange new situation in which he would play the role of the master, subduing and enjoying a frightened, resisting little virgin, and the idea was beginning to appeal to him much more than he had thought possible.
He climbed the stairs to the second floor, following the young woman to the end of the corridor where Donna slopped and turned to him, her hand on the heavy door that was there.
"Have you had much experience in deflowering these little bitches?" she asked sweetly, and Norman shook his head.
"Above all, you must not worry about the way they carry on, sometimes, since they don't really know what's good for them. This one seems to be quite difficult, in fact, and I've been unable to fingerfuck her into orgasm so far, even though I spent most of the day frigging her. Actually her clitty should be quite sore by now, so that she's likely to put up a fuss when you take her. But like I said, I've got ways and means to break the little brats down. Shall we...?"
Donna produced a ring with heavy keys on it and used one to unlock the door. She pushed up open and preceded Norman into the warmly lit room.
The light was coming from candles flickering along the wall, and the walls themselves were not of the kind one might expect finding on the second floor of a wooden frame house. Norman couldn't tell either it was real or not, but the entire room seemed to be built of large, roughly hewn stones. A dungeon, deep down in some medieval castle, could not have looked much different, thought Norman.
As for the "prisoner" inhabiting this place, Daisy was perfect for the role. Trembling, cowering and rolling her eyes up at the entering couple, the half-naked child was straining against chains that held her arms fastened to two large rings in the wall. She was sitting on a small cot, an iron frame with straw-filled burlap bags for a mattress, and the tattered little tunic she wore covered but little of her pretty, young body. The wide, iron cuffs on her wrists rattled as she pulled on them with apparent desperation when Donna approached.
"No ... nooo ... please...." she whimpered, her lips trembling, her large eyes actually filling with tears, but her mother paid no attention to these protestations as she yanked up the hem of the tunic to expose the girl's crotch.
"There, look at it, Sir," said Donna, "look how nice and fresh and tight the girl is. See?" Her fingers pried, pulling open the little cunt, and Norman was quite able to forget that he had already possessed this treasure he managed to convince himself that he was seeing it for the first time, perhaps the fist man to lay eyes upon it.
"Ouch ... ouch ... Oh please don't...." whimpered Daisy and writhed jerkily when the woman began rubbing her with one finger.
"There ... there ... for hours I've been at it, with the bitch, and that's all I get for my troubles, a lot of lip, that's all!"
The more Daisy squirmed, the harder her mother continued to masturbate her, but Norman noticed that she never once slipped her finger up into the twitching little hole. After all, wasn't Daisy supposed to be a virgin?
"Some of them are like that, you know," remarked Donna and shrugged, letting go of the child at last. "All that frigging doesn't do a thing for them, what they need is something inside, way inside. You hear that, you little brat? You're going to get just exactly what you need, this time, and you better appreciate it! This nice gentleman is going to fuck the shit out of you in a moment. Aren't you, Sir?"
Norman grunted and nodded, busily engaged in extracting his stiffened tool from his trousers.
"You'll want to stuff it into her mouth first, of course, won't you?" said Donna. And with that her hands grabbed for the little girl's head, for the stiff little pigtails, she climbed on the cot with her, holding her from one side and pushing her forward so that the girl's raised arms were stretched taut by the chains and the pretty, frightened face bent forward over the edge of the cot.
"Just step up, Sir," said Donna, "step right up and give it to her. Don't worry about a thing, she won't bite. Not if she wants to keep her teeth in her mouth, isn't that right, you little brat?"
A warm, delicious feeling ran through Norman as he approached, hefting his prick with his right hand. It was something utterly violent, utterly cruel, that he was participating in, at least on one level. On the other level though, the one on which he might have felt guilt, he was at peace. The part of him which did not participate in the game, a dormant part right now, knew that it was a game, a play, as on a stage, but just as this knowledge does not prevent the spectator from becoming totally involved with the action taking place before his eyes, so did this game seem real enough for Norman to appreciate the excitement, the delightful refinemts of the situation.
"Open your fuckin' mouth, little whore," hissed Donna, pushing the girl's head forward with one hand and pressing thumb and index finger of the other hand against her jaw, to force it open.
Daisy was making pitiful, whimpering sounds, her sobs stopping quite suddenly when Norman drilled his prick into her mouth.
How soft it was, and how warm, in there ... how utterly delicious, this drooling, twitching little mouth of hers ... Norman reached out with both hands, holding the girl's head, and Donna moved back to let him take over. She began tearing the tattered tunic from the child's back. Sinewy young muscles, straining against the retaining bonds, slender arms stretched, a long, lovely neck bent forward, were displayed before the pumping man's eyes.
"If you want to come like this, Sir," remarked Donna, "please don't pull back at the last moment. I must insist that she get used to swallowing everything."
Norman felt power surge through him, he was certain that an ejaculation into the girl's mouth would not incapacitate him for the rest of the evening. It seemed to him as if he could continue fucking indefinitely, as if one erection would follow the other, for as long as he wanted to continue.
When Donna slid from the bed and crawled to him pulling her dress off her shoulders to reveal her breasts, when she lifted her head to touch his balls with her tongue, Norman injected thick gobs of sperm into the teen-ager's mouth and he could hear the gulping sounds of her swallowing.
"Everything, little bitch, every last drop, you hear?" said Donna sharply and stood up, now as naked as the little girl. She moved toward her, embracing her and stroking her when Norman had finished and had pulled out his tool. She held the girl close, her lips searched for the small, sperm-drooling mouth, and then Donna began to lick it, began exploring it with her tongue, visibly excited by the taste of male emission, trying hard to steal as much as possible from her daughter.
"I'm going to take off the chains now," said Donna, "but I don't want any nonesense, you hear? I want you to hold still for the fucking, with your legs nicely spread out, like I told you. The gentleman is going to stick his prick into you, right there, you see, right in the middle, and if you're good and quiet it won't hardly hurt. And now I want you to go down on me, like I taught you, I want you to work on my cunt a little, so the Mr. Norman can see it, I'm sure it'll make his prick hard in no time."
The chains fell from the girl, the woman began pushing her down, between her legs, everything seemed to be going according to plans, when Daisy suddenly twisted sideways, escaping Donna's grip, rolling off the cot and darting to the far-end of the room.
There, Daisy crouched down, unable to go further, she crossed her arms over her naked, trembling body and began to whimper pitifully.
"I don't wanna do it ... I don't wanna get fucked...." she sobbed, "It's gonna hurt ... I know it's gonna hurt ... Oh please, please don't...."
Donna's face twisted in rage as she too sprang up and ran to the girl. She bent down to her, in the corner, her sinewy naked body hiding the little culprit from view, and Norman could only make guesses as to what was taking place. There was a shrill scream, and then another, followed by bitter sobs.
"That'll teach you, you little bitch," hissed Donna, straightening up and pulling the girl along by her right arm. The child was struggling desperately, her pretty mouth trembling and her moans still loud and pitiful. Norman tried to guess at what had been done to her, realizing that in all likelihood the woman had not even touched her, but free to imagine whatever he wanted.
"And now you are going to do exactly what you are told to do, you hear, you little bitch?" Donna admonished her. "You are going to kneel on the floor, right in front of me, and you are going to stick your tongue into my twat and move it around, you hear? I want to feel it move, baby, really move!"
Donna sat on the edge of the cot, spread her legs and revealed the moist, dark, recesses of her beautiful cunt. The bush of black, curly hair above opened around the slit, leaving it exposed and ready.
With another whimper, Daisy knelt down and put her hands on her mother's thighs. They opened even wider, Donna leaned back on the cot, arching her back and lifting her cunt to the girl's mouth.
"Come closer, Norman," sighed Donna, "come real close and see to it she does a good job on me."
The man did not have to be asked twice. Kneeling right next to the child, putting his arms around her slim, trembling torso, he peered down as she began tonguing the woman. The slender pink tongue was lapping most proficiently, at last, teasing through the slit in one long movement and halting at the large, growing clitoris, where a brief, rotating caress made Donna jump and giggle
"Inside, Baby," grunted the woman, "I want you inside now...."
Norman watched the hesitant beginnings of the oral penetration, watched the tip of the child's tongue enter the very edge of the orifice, but then found himself carried away by mounting excitement. He placed his right hand into the back of the girl's neck and pushed her face into the open, waiting crotch, pushed as hard as he could, enjoying the useless and frantic resistance of the small body.
"You suck your mommy now, you hear?" he panted, "you suck her cunt, Baby, you go in deep ... there, there...." The warmth of the child, helpless and naked in his arms, brought blood rushing down into his genitals once more.
"Thank you so much, Norman," murmured Donna, "but I think it's O.K. now. She's doing all right, you know, she's got her tongue way up my twat at last. Why don't you try shoving your prick up into her shithole, as long as she's in this position?"
Norman grinned, almost sheepishly. He realized that he had been carried away somewhat and that Donna wanted him to stop handling the child in this manner. He released Daisy immediately, and following the suggestion made, began probing gently between her firm, round buttocks, his fingers finding and caressing the miniscule anus.
"Huhh ... uhh...." went Daisy, wriggling her backside.
"Just stick your finger inside, Norman, you'll see how tight it is, in there. And don't you worry now, she's been fucked in there before, you see, because that's the best way to enjoy a virgin until the day it is decided to pop her cherry."
Without seeming to do so, the girl nevertheless helped Norman in penetrating her, lifting her rear-end and spreading her legs, arching her back as she sucked without cease, twitching back and forth as if to resist, yet at the same time letting her anus gape open as she pushed with her belly-muscles.
Kneeling up behind her, the man began working his big glans, all stiff and round once more, into the tiny cleft. He looked up at one point and saw Donna's face, her staring, lust-filled eyes, as she observed every detail of this anal penetration. Norman felt desire for her at that moment and pushed forward. His cock sank into the depth of the girl's bowels.
"Oh mommy ... mommy...." whimpered the child, clinging to the spread-out legs of the woman and jerking her head to one side, for a moment.
"Get back to your sucking, little brat," hissed Donna, reaching for the girl's head and pushing it down. "Don't you worry about what's going on behind your back!"
As for Norman, he was holding on to the child's hips, humping away with grunts of pleasure on his lips, feeling the tightness around his pumping shaft coax yet another load of cum to the brink of ejaculation.
Before he could let his wad fly though, Donna suddenly twitched, moaned and shuddered, the tonguing of the child having brought about her climax. She pushed the girl away from her crotch, then pulled her up to the cot, thus causing the man's prick to emerge fully from her anus.
"Ready for a good, frontal encunting now?" asked Donna, smiling at him.
"Time to get your fuck-hole plugged up, my little rascal," she said to the girl, rolled her over on her back and leaned over her, pinning down her arms and grinning into the child's face.
Inspired by the sight of these two lovely female bodies, so different in their size and degree of development, and yet so similar in a way, of the same type, coloring, smoothness, Norman decided that he could wait.
"Prepare her a little more for me," he whispered, putting one arm over Donna's shoulders. He kissed her ear, slipped his tongue into it and waited until she giggled.
"Suck her out, Donna ... I mean, it's only fair, isn't it? Make her good and wet for my prick, all right?"
"If you can wait that long," laughed the woman, " don't think you'll have to beg me." She ran her hands up and down the front of the child, rubbing her nipples and pressing down on her tummy, repeating this caress several times and finally ending at the girl's crotch.
"Look at that little baby-cunt," she murmured. "Won't you look at that? Just look!" Her hands were pushing the slender young thighs apart so that the slit gaped and the oblong orifice inside opened darkly. For a brief moment Norman stared at it, feeling his prick twitch, and then it all disappeared as the woman lunged and pressed her face into the V of her daughter's open legs. Her head began to nod.
"Uhhh ... uhh...." groaned the child, her shoulders moving up to her cheeks, her head turning from side to side, her delicate little features glowing with pleasure she felt. Norman sat down on the cot and took the child's head in his lap, looking down at her and caressing her softly.
"You like what your mommy's doing to you, do you? Tell me...."
"I like it...." she whispered, "oh yes, I love it ... Ohhh ... she's sticking it way inside me ... way into my cunnyhole ... Oh Mister, hold me, quick ... oh please hold me, I thing I'm gonna come...."
Her slender arms were reaching for him and he bent down to kiss her as she clung to his neck. Her tongue, still smelling and tasting of cunt, moved quickly and eagerly inside the man's mouth. Her breath, rapid and short, presaged an imminent orgasm. Daisy groaned into Norman's mouth when it arrived.
"She's good and wet now, you can bet on that," said the young mother, lifting a grinning, cunt-juice dripping face from her daughter's crotch. Norman did not resist the temptation of kissing her, of receiving the fragrance of the child from the woman's lips first.
"You just lie there and don't you move," said Donna sternly when Norman declared himself ready, at last, to penetrate the little girl. Donna's hands spread the flesh on either side of the gaping little cunt, tempting and enticing the man with the sight of the pink labia, glistening with juice at last, and he knelt between the girl's legs. Donna's right hand seized his prick firmly and he let himself go forward, down upon the trembling girl.
He could feel how carefully the woman was working below, guiding him to the goal, rubbing his glans into the wetness of the child's slit, and he began licking Daisy's mouth, her eyes, her little nose and her cheeks. This often-fucked little girl truly managed to give the impression of frightened, inexperienced virgin at this moment, twitching nervously in his arms, whimpering from time to time, as if in fear, whenever the pressure between her legs increased.
Norman's prick felt lide a dart chiselled of stone, by now. He squeezed his buttocks together and pushed steadily, the woman guiding him at first and finally without the help of her hand. His flesh bored itself into that of the child and Daisy's legs danced and twitched on either side of him, her sweet little moans music in his ears. With one last lunge he buried his prick to the hilt and immediately began to copulate.
The very delicateness, the apparent fragility of this little girl, made him want to fuck with almost violent strength, made him pump away with as much speed as he was capable of, each new lunge sending his prick burrowing deeply into her young cunt.
"You're f ... f ... fucking me so hard, Mister...." babbled the girl, "so w ... v ... very hard...." Her words came out in hacked syllables, her voice shaking with the rhythm of Norman's hammering prick At the same time she had begun clinging to him, small hands warm and moist on his upper arms, the tender little face turned to him and receiving every kiss with willing readiness. When Norman took her mouth once more, hungrily, his lips open and wet, she too opened up and let him have his way with her tongue, moving it against his when he went inside, moving her hips at last, lifting herself to him and into his lunges.
Donna had circled around the copulating pair and was standing at the head of the cot, facing Norman. She was shaking her head and smiling, almost as if she did not think he was doing it right, thought the man. Suddenly she reached out to grab the child's wrists, yanking her arms back and holding them in an outstretched position.
"No use resisting any more, little bitch," she told the girl who had not resisted in the least. "No use making a fuss, because this time you're getting your little tail fucked off, whether you like it or not!"
It was as if the child had been give a signal, for suddenly Daisy began to wail and protest, her body squirming beneath the man's, her teeth biting together and her lips curling back as if in extreme pain.
"Nooo ... nooo ... please no more...." she sobbed, moving her hips from side to side in her efforts to escape, which of course was for the effect to increase Norman's pleasure. Suddenly it really felt like rape, the rape of a frightened, resisting little girl whose chances of escaping her fate were nil. Norman knew that his sperm would shoot out in a matter of seconds, he wrapped his arms around Daisy and squeezed her in a bearhug that pressed all air from her lungs, and when she groaned, her mouth wide open, her eyes terrified, he began filling her up with squirting cum.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was not until a week had passed, after Norman's visit to Donna's and Daisy's house, that he told Suzy the details of that evening. The girl's mother had been home for most of the time, fussing around the house and making it impossible for the two lovers to find a quiet hour to spend together.
Despite her mother's presence though, Suzy had found ways and means of exciting and even of satisfying Norman. Once she had knelt before him and sucked him off, just inside the upstairs bathroom, with the door open so that they could hear approaching steps. Stella had been cleaning out the basement that afternoon, and although they could hear her come up into the kitchen repeatedly, they had continued until the little girl's mouth was filled with the fruit of her efforts.
To visit Suzy in her room seemed too dangerous to Norman, since Stella's room was the adjoining one. For the same reason, because of the possibility that her mother might look in on her and find the bed empty, Norman had not allowed Suzy to join him at night in his own room. Their contacts had therefore been limited to the daylight hours, in corners of the house-where Stella was not expectd to rummage around at that very moment, but it had keep quite precarious all the same.
Young Suzy seemed as anxious as he for the chance of another, quiet session together, and their opportunity came at last when the girl's mother received the frantic call from one of the social leaders in town, Mrs. Simmons, whose fourteen year old son had taken sick just when she had planned on taking him to New York where she was to speak at an important garden-club show and convention.
Widowed but in infinitely better financial circumstances than Stella Barber, the woman had often called upon Suzy's mother to baby-sit for young Gary. This time, over the protests of the boy who deemed it beneath his dignity to be left in the care of his old "babysitter", she needed Stella to take care of things during her absence, over the week-end.
"Now that's the kind of boy I wouldn't mind seeing you play with," remarked Stella Barber, when she informed her daughter of her absence over the week-end.
"That little creep?" pouted the girl, and had she not ducked in time, her mother's hand would have caught her across the back of her head.
"I have tried, God knows I have tried, with this child," sighed Stella Barber and lifted her eyes to heaven. "Haven't I tried to make a young lady out of this brat? I'm asking you, Mr. Norman, haven't I?"
"You have indeed, Mrs. Barber," he replied, appeasingly. "And Suzy really isn't a bad child at all, you know. Kids will be kids, I guess, that's to be expected."
"I don't want her to use expressions such as 'creepy', Mr. Norman, and I would thank you to bring the fact to my attention if she should use such a vocabulary in your presence."
Mrs. Barber packed her little overnight valise and with a perfunctory kiss on her daughter's forehead she finally left the house. Suzy heaved a deep sigh and went to the window, waiting until her mother had disappeared around the corner. She then turned to Norman who was reading the newspaper, ensconced in his favorite armchair by the fireplace.
"Mother is right, you know," the girl minced as she came close to him. "You must not let me talk dirty. Will you please point it out to me, if ever I should use the wrong words? Will you, Norman?"
He looked up at her, smiling and wondering what she might be leading up to.
"You see, I was about to slip into vulgar language, right this very moment," said Suzy, her pretty nose crinkling up with mock disgust.
"Would you believe it, Mr. Norman, I was about to ask you whether you'd want to stick your fat prick into my fuck-hole and screw the shit out of me, see? Now isn't that terrible! I'm glad Mother reminded me of my manners, and so I am just going to suggest that you slide your penis up my ... my vagina, I guess it is? Yes, Mr. Norman, you'll slide it in there, and then you will have intercourse with me until ... until...."
"Never mind, never mind," laughed Norman, rising from his chair with no regrets. "I get the drift of what you want, Suzy. Shall we go to your room or to mine? Or do you like the attic best?"
The little girl's eyes sparkled with mischievous glee. She stared straight at the man's crotch.
"What's the matter, Norm'?" she asked, her voice lower now, almost hoarse with excitement. "You wanna waste time? Why not here? I thought you'd make a grab for me the minute the old bitch was out of the house, I thought you'd give it to me right here, on your lap!"
With a groan Norman let himself sink back into the depths of his chair. There was a distinct bump in his pants, at the height of his fly.
"Anything you say, Suzy ... any thing...." he murmured and watched as her small, agile hands flew to his zipper, opened it and fished out the already erect cock.
"Mmmm...." she said softly, "mmm ... I like it when it's like that, Norman ... Oh, this is gonna be a good one, you'll see!"
She stroked the object with both hands, squeezing lightly and pulling toward the tip, then pushing forward again, fingers probing for the solidity of the shaft she held.
Norman was convinced now that she had thought of little else, since that afternoon in the attic. Her very attitude had changed quite drastically, her frustration had brought out the horny woman deep inside this child's body. With the rapidity one encounters only in children, she had gone from an attitude of ravished virginity to one of a whorehouse madam. Norman was not altogether happy over this development. It was the girl's comparative inocence, that first time, which had excited him so much.
Still, when Suzy stood up and pushed down her cut-off denims, when she stuck her baby-belly out at him and began fingering her hairless little twat, her vulgarity took on a new and charming significance in his ears.
"You do like it, Don't you?" she asked in a whisper.
"Like what?" he teased her.
My cunt ... my twat ... my fuck-hole...."
"Where did you learn all these words?" he asked.
"Oh, I knew them all the time, Daisy told me," she explained and gave a little shrug. "I just never had a chance to use them. Also, I was afraid of these words, but now I'm not. Now I know what they REALLY mean, you see, and I like it sooo much!"
The little face brightened and all the innocence of her age was back. Norman reached out for her, his hands catching her at the waist, and he dug his thumbs gently into the bare flesh of the little girl. When he opened his legs she came to him easily, giggling a little with excitement. Her eyes were on his prick once more.
"You really want to do it like that, on my lap? Without getting completely undressed?"
Instead of answering, Suzy put her hand on Norman's right wrist and pushed his hand down to her crotch. She twitched slightly and her cunny opened out, to the touch of his finger. The sweet-acrid smell of her slit reached his nostrils, and Norman groaned. No, there was no time for undressing, no time for amenities, lb-wanted her too much right now.
"Come ... come on me," he whispered, taking her wrist again, using both hands to lift her off the floor. How light she was, he thought, how light and fragile in appearance....
Suzy swung her legs open as he closed his, putting both knees together, and then she straddled him. Norman still held her, supporting her while her hands reached into his crotch, seized his prick and pulled it into her cunt.
Slowly he let her down, feeling his flesh drill into the soft warmth of her sex, feeling the tightness of it squeezing him from all sides, and as soon as Suzy felt that he was securely planted in the right spot she threw her arms around the man and, with one last shove, rammed the shaft home.
"Ohhh...." groaned Norman, leaning back in his chair and letting the delicious feeling of this penetration flow through him. "Ohh Baby ... ohhh you're the best!"
The child's face seemed to glow with pride as she began bucking and hopping up and down, twisting her hips at the same time so that each shove felt to Norman like a first penetration.
"You're comfy like this, Baby?" he asked softly.
"Nice and comfy," she replied. "It feels just fine ... just fuck, Norman, just fuck now...."
His muscles strained as he lifted himself up each time she rammed her belly at him, and his hands groped behind the girl, sliding up under her T-shirt, feeling the delicate muscles of her sinewy, moving back, descending again to the round, fine cheeks of her ass.
"Squeeze it ... oh yes, Norman ... squeeze it, please...." she moaned into his mouth and he kissed her, he tongued her, he pried her ass open with firm, hungry hands.
The child was perspiring from her efforts, Norman's fingers slid with ease over the fresh young skin, and suddenly found themselves at the door of Suzy's bowels. Gingerly Norman pressed the tip of his left middle finger into the hole.
"Oh yes, yes ... oh please, go in ... push it in...." whimpered Suzy and her cunt contracted in a sudden spasm. At the same time her asshole was pulled shut, real tight, and yet Norman succeeded in slipping his finger into her intestine, as far as the second joint.
"I'm not hurting you, am I my little darling?" he whispered, and Suzy shook her head.
"I love it ... I love your finger inside my shithole ... oh yes, yes ... do it ... do it...." she groaned, her voice trembling with excitement. Her humping was no longer deliberate, it was a series of reflex-action contractions of the cunt, of convulsive spasms that were beginning to milk the first jets of sperm from Norman's prick.
"I'm coming, Baby...." he groaned, his body jerking up and down, "I'm filling you up, little girl ... I'm pissing it all into you...."
"Yes ... yes ... do it ... oh all of it...." she whimpered, clinging to him for dear life, and her asshole pinched his finger as she started to climax.
For only a few seconds she remained, shivering, in his arms, then Suzy jumped up, giggling merrily and pulled the front of her T-shirt down into her crotch to wipe it.
"That," she said contentedly, "was a good fuck!" Then she pointed at Norman's crotch, swimming with semen and cunt-juice.
"It was good for you too, wasn't it?" she remarked. Norman could only nod weakly. His legs felt like rubber.
"And now we're going to do it naked, O.K.?" she said, yanking the shirt over her head.
"Now?" moaned Norman.
"Yeah, sure, didn't you want to?"
"You've got to let me rest, baby," he laughed, "just a few minutes, you know. Men aren't exactly like you chicks, we have to replace what we squire into you."
"Oh," said Suzy, her eyebrows coming together in a frown. "I forgot...." And then they both laughed.
It was then that Norman remembered Daisy and her lovely mother. He thought of the incredible rapidity with which he had recovered after each ejaculation. Seemingly ready at all times to satisfy either of the two. If Donna were here, just now, thought Norman, if she were to caress and tickly Suzy as she had done to her daughter, while he rested, surely his prick would rise again within munutes. The very thought already excited him.
"You know Daisy's mother?" he asked softly, following Suzy with his eyes as she paraded around in front of him, showing off her tiny tits and her pink, round ass.
"Met her once," said Suzy. "Did you fuck her too?"
"I sure did," nodded Norman. "Did you know that she sucks the girl's cunt?"
"She does?" gasped Suzy, stopping dead in her tracks. "Her own mother?"
"That's how she started her off, I guess," said Norman. "What do you think of it? I mean, does it excite you to think of something like that?"
The girl pondered the question for a few seconds. She came over to him and sat on his knee.
"You mean, would it excite me if my mother and I were to do the same thing?"
It was Norman's turn to be startled. He had not even thought of Stella, in fact he had never thought of the woman with her clothes off. Stella was Stella, as far as he was concerned, a stuck-up widow with a megalomania centered upon her child. She was a pain, more often than not, especially now, when she was so often in the way of his and Suzy's enjoyment of each other.
Stella naked? Mrs. Stella Baker with her tits out? Stella with her tongue up there, between those delicious little thighs he was caressing at that very moment? His cock twitched quite distinctly.
"Would you like it?" he asked softly and took the girl's hand. "I mean, you and your mother?" He was somehow delighted to see Suzy blush and turn her face away. Yes, there were still so many things about her that he could rape....
"I don't want to think about something like that," she whispered. "I mean, you know Mother...."
"I know certain sides of your mother, yes," he said, "but there are the hidden sides, the ones she herself might not know yet. After all, she must have gotten fucked at one time or another, or you wouldn't be here, would you now?"
The girl's face was pensive, as if she was trying to concentrate, to visualize this unthinkable thing, her mother with her legs spread out and a man on top of her, humping away. Suzy shuddered.
"Caress me, will you? Let's not talk about this any more," she said softly and put her face against his. "Stick your finger into my asshole again, Norman ... maybe you'll fuck me there too, whaddya say?"
She was not fooling him though. Norman knew that he had touched upon something vulnerable and sensitive, and Suzy only wanted to divert his attention and focus it on herself.
The alternative she was offering him was not a bad one at that, Norman decided, as he inserted his finger deeply into the child's asshole. The tightness of it made him shudder with delight.
"I fucked Daisy's ass too, you know," he said as he reamed her out. "She was on her knees, going down on her mother, and I shoved it in from behind."
"You didn't! exclaimed Suzy, "I mean not when she was ... I mean, she didn't really ... did she?"
"She seemed to love it, darling. Well, you know Donna is a pretty beautiful woman, who wouldn't want to go down on her."
"But Daisy...."
"Why don't you ask her? Gee, Baby, I can tell you still have a lot to learn!"
Norman took a superior tone with Suzy, knowing that she would resent being treated like a child and would do all she could to prove that she was not.
"Daisy isn't any better than I am, in bed," said Suzy and shrugged distainfully.
"That's not what you said when you first told me about her," replied Norman. "But then or now, Darling, how would you know? You haven't seen her do it, have you? Or you haven't done anything with her, have you?"
"Oh no!" Suzy shook her head vigorously. "She's a girl, after all. Why would girls want to do it to each other? They can't do it like boys, can they now?"
"Not exactly," said Norman and smiled. Nothing pleased him more than to enlighten his little pupil about practices that held much excitement for him but were quite unheard of to Suzy.
"Girls sometimes stick things into each other, you see, sometimes just candles, or a banana, but sometimes they can buy artificial pricks made of rubber, some of them can be strapped on so a girl will look just like a boy, and she'll climb on top of her friend and let her have it. Many times though, they just suck each other off. They say nobody can suck cunt like a female, you know, probably because a girl knows what feels best."
"Eeech...." remarked Suzy and shuddered exaggeratingly. Then she pressed herself against Norman's chest and slipped one hand into his open shirt, caressing his chest and his left nipple.
"I'd much rather have YOU do it to me, than some girl, Norman," she whispered. "You know, you could do it even if your prick isn't quite hard yet, couldn't you?"
"You bet, my little honey-pot!" Norman rose, holding her in his arms, lifting her and carrying her, with her arms around his neck and her cheek against his, to his room. There he placed her gently in the middle of his bed and, without ever taking his eyes off her gleaming, white body, naked and squirming slightly with anticipation, he began to undress.
"Oh look," said Suzy and pointed, "look, you've got a hard-on again! Now you won't eat out my cunny...."
"Oh yes, but I shall," said Norman and smiled. As he sat down on the bed the legs of the girl's lifted before his eyes, they spread out and swept away from the tiny slit, clean and pink and enticing, that seemed to beg for the touch of his tongue.
"Oh Norman ... Ohhhh...." moaned Suzy as she felt the expert tongue slip into her flesh. "Oh Norman ... you're so nice ... so nice...."
Then her belly heaved up and down, her feet kicked blindly into empty air and her behind began to dance on the bedsheet as the man sucked her into orgasm. Suzy was coming with little screams of pleasure, she was at the very peak of it, when the distended prick of her lover was pushed into her hole, pistonning and hammering away with such force that the besprings groaned and cried. Suzy's orgasm ebbed and returned instantly, swelling into yet another climax, but as she clung to the man, half unconscious with pleasure, a bundle of twitching, writhing nerves, no sperm was injected into her. Norman was saving himself.
CHAPTER SIX
Norman closed his eyes when he felt the girl's lips close over the glans of his prick. He leaned back, supporting his torso on his hands, flat on the bed, and his portly belly jumped as Suzy slid her mouth forward.
"Suck it, Baby ... oh yes, yes, suck it some more...." he groaned. Suzy had promised that she would do it until she had her mouth full of it. She had told him that she loved the taste of sperm, that she would swallow every last drop of what came out of him, and Norman thought of that promise as he enjoyed her ministrations.
She was getting better and better, he decided, feeling the constriction of her throat give way as she lunged, listening to the small, gagging sound, deep in her throat, quickly overcome. He found it hard to believe that so young a girl would accomplish the trick, but there was Suzy, taking him into the hilt, her lips nibbling in his short hair!
"Oh you doll, you sweet little doll...." groaned Norman, jumping buttocks making his flesh quiver, "you're doing it ... oh yes, you're doing it all the way...."
"Gnnmnngnn...." grunted the child, groping with both hands, massaging his balls when her fingers reached them.
Norman lifted his legs off the floor and crossed them behind the girl's head, behind her back, using his feet to hole her close to his crotch. Not that Suzy needed holding, for it was as if she couldn't get enough of his prick, as if she wanted to crawl into him or suck all of him into her mouth.
The pretty blond head bobbed between Norman's thighs, the little girl's application knew no limits.
"Little girl ... my little girl...." repeated Norman in a murmur, "swallow me, little girl ... drink my cum, little girl ... suck it out of my prick, little girl ... oh yes, little girl, little girl ... yes, yes,,, it's shooting now ... swallow, drink, suck, little girl ... Ohhh ... Ohhh...."
Helplessly he fell back, his arms giving way to his weight, as he was overcome with the intensity of his orgasm. He could no longer see Suzy, but he could hear the gulping sounds, deep down in her throat, as she kept her promise and milked every last drop of his emission down into her stomach.
"Did ya like it?" she asked, grinning from one ear to the other, a slimy white trickle of sperm at the left corner of her mouth. She was crawling over the prone, breathless, man, nuzzling him and searching his mouth.
"You still got my asshole left, for tonight," she murmured, snuggling up to him. "You haven't fucked it yet...."
"Oh Darling," groaned the man laughingly, "your sweet shithole will really have to wait ar little. Whaddya say we catch a little shut-eye? We'll be nice and rested afterwards, you'll see. I always wake up with a hard-on from here to there!"
Suzy pouted prettily and sighed. She declared that her asshole was hot and itchy and that it needed some attention, and she didn't mean Norman's finger, either. It took some doing, but at long last he convinced her of the wisdom of his plan, and after a few more shuddering sighs, her head in the crook of Norman's arm, the little girl fell asleep. Norman waited a few more minutes, enjoying the sight of her, so close, so warm, so trusting and naked, and then he reached out to turn off the light. He thought of what he had done and what he would do in the morning, he wondered about his unexpected luck, and then he dreamt of the girl at his side, dreamt of her dancing and whirling in shimmering sunlight, pirouetting crazily, ceaselessly, and he was dizzy. Soon everything faded away and he too was asleep.
The sound of a door closing holds no terror, by itself. Depending upon the circumstances though, it can be the most dreadful sound in the whole world, and when it happened it cut through Norman's deep, exhausted sleep like a knife. His body jerked up into a sitting position and for a moment he thought that his heart had stopped beating.
Instinctively he put both arms around the child at his side and held Suzy close, as if to protect her. In her sleep she moaned softly.
With every nerve of his being sharpened, Norman listened to the familiar steps in the parlor, listened to the direction they were taking, and when he realized that they were going away, toward the kitchen, he took a first, deep breath.
There was only one door to his room, but there was the window. Frantically Norman calculated the girl's chances, were she would climb from his window to hers, on the second floor. He tried to remember whether there was anything out there for her to hold on to!
No, it would be safer if she stayed where she was. Her mother might not go into her room and she would certainly not come into Norman's, at this hour. Slowly, gradually, he felt his pulse return to a slower pace, and then he remembered Suzy's denims, her shirt, her socks, lying where she had dropped them, in the middle of the parlor! All was lost!
Norman steeled himself, waiting for the inevitable moment when Stella Barber would burst into the room, when her screams would fill the house with motherly rage. It was unavoidable now, and knowing this, Norman felt a sudden calm come over him. He could do nothing, and therefore could no longer worry. What would be would be.
Why did it take the bitch so long, he wondered? What was she doing out there? Didn't she see the clothes on the floor? Stella noticed when a doily was wrinkled, she knew it when someone had walked through the house without wiping Ms feet, it was impossible that she would not notice anything now.
It wasn't the inevitable, it was the time it took to happen that made Norman's nerves tingle again. At last he decided to awaken Suzy.
"Your mother's home, Darling," he whispered when she opened her eyes. He could see them shine in the dark, could see the terror in them. The moonlight, outside, caught itself in a tear."
"What's gonna happen? Oh Norman ... Norman, what's gonna happen?" she whispered as she held on to him for dear life. "Why is she back?"
Norman realized that he hadn't even taken time to wonder about it. Now he tried to think. She could have forgotten something. Or something could have happened over there, at the Simmons home, the boy might have taken a turn for the worse ... No, that couldn't be it. Gary had eaten too much at a picnic and he had a belly-ache, that was all. Stella had mentioned something about it, she had even made a remark about Mrs. Simmon's exaggerated anxieties when it came to that boy's health.
Stella could be sick! Yes, why didn't she see the clothes on the floor, why was she in the kitchen? Something must have happened to her, and with any kind of luck she might even drop dead right now, on the spot, before ever opening the door to Norman's room!
For a fleeting moment, he phantasized about what life might become with Mrs. Barber gone. He would be with Suzy day and night, he would have her to himself, yes ... yes, that would be it, and when she became a little older he would marry her so that she could never excape him....
Norman almost laughed out loud at his own imagination. Sweat was pouring from his forehead as he slowly disentangled himself from the child's embrace and tip-toed to the door.
"Where are you going? Where are you going?" whimpered Suzy frantically. "Don't leave me alone ... oh please, please...."
"Don't worry, darling ... I just want to find out what's going on. Maybe I can hide your things before your mother notices them. Don't worry, I'll be right back."
With one hand he took his bathrobe from the hook on the door, slipped it on in the dark, found his slippers blindly and opened the door. There was light in the parlor, but no sound came from there. Quietly he slipped into the corridor, closing the door silently behind him.
It wasn't until he reached the parlor, until he had snatched the child's T-shirt and blue denim pants from the floor and stuffed them under the pillow on the armchair, that Norman heard the low, shuddering sobs from the kitchen. Again he felt relief. Whatever it was that made Mrs. Baker cry, she would be absorbed with herself, it was the reason why she had not surprised him and Suzy yet.
"Hmmm...." Norman cleared his throat as he stood in the kitchen door, gazing down upon the woman. She was sitting at the table, her face buried in her crossed arms, and her shoulders and back were twitching with sobs.
Again Norman gave a discreet little cough, and this time Stella Barber whirled, her face aghast, ashen, as she stared at him.
"Mrs. Barber," he murmured, "is there anything I can do?"
A long, pitiful wail was the only answer he got, and then her face was falling back into her arms once more, her crying louder, more desperate than before.
A feeling of pity stirred in him, even though he had never really liked the woman. At the same time he noticed that her arms, bare and round, were quite smooth and attractive. It was really the first time he bothered looking at her, the first time he was able to do so without her being conscious of it. Nice hair, he thought. Full and golden, and quite girlish, the way it was now, a little messed up and dangling in all directions;
"I would like to help, Mrs. Barber," he whispered and reached for the other kitchen chair.
"No, no...." she sobbed. "Nobody can help me any more ... it's all over. I'm finished."
A sudden stab went through Norman. Had there been an accident? Had something happened to the boy she was supposed to watch? What else could have put her into such a state....
"Gary Simmons," he whispered, feeling that his voice was trembling a little, "Mrs. Barber, ... The boy! Has something happened to him?"
"The boy?" She turned again, eyes wide and empty. "The boy?" she repeated, and then she shook with a weird, unholy kind of laughter, on the edge of hysteria.
"The boy? You want to know if something happened to him? Why yes, Mr. Norman, something has happened to him! Gary is a monster, he is an animal ... a ... a ... oh nooo ... nooo...." And again she sagged, in tears. After a while her head began to shake from side to side.
"No. No, no, he's not. He's not the monster, Mr. Norman. He's a child. I'm the monster. Oh yes, I am, I am...." She stared at him, haggard, eyes absent.
"You want to know what I have done, Mr. Norman? Shall I tell you what I have done?" Her hands reached for his, fingers strong and grasping like claws. It was as if a drowning woman was reaching for the last end of a rope that might still save her.
"I, Stella Barber, I, who have always been a real lady, Mr. Norman ... I ... I...."
"Say it, for heaven's saked, say it," he urged her, worried to see her in such a state. "You'll feel better, believe me. Say it!"
"I have ... I have fellated the child...." she muttered and sank back, seeming to shrivel in her chair, her head hanging down.
"I have put his dirty little thing into my mouth," she went on as if in a trance, "I have sucked on it, I have felt it grow and I couldn't stop ... I went on and on ... I seduced a little boy, Mr. Nor man ... Oh yes, that's what I have done. As innocent little boy...."
She was starting to sob again, but then she jumped up suddenly.
"It was his fault!" she shouted, "it was, I swear it! He did things in front of me, Oh if you knew, Mr. Norman ... He did things ... He wanted me to seduce him, he wanted to destroy me!"
The woman was trembling like a leaf and when Norman opened his arms and stepped close to her she let herself fall forward, let herself be held and enfolded in his arms, crying on his shoulder like a little girl.
"There now, there," he whispered, stroking her hair. "It's not as terrible as all that, believe me ... Come now, come, Mrs. Barber ... these things happen all the time, don't you know?"
Indeed she seemed to derive some consolation from him, not perhaps from what he said so much as from the tone of his voice, soft, soothing, from the way he held her, as perhaps nobody had held her since her husband's passing away.
Somewhat to his surprise, Norman felt aroused by her proximity, by her helplessness and her need of him.
"He stood before me and masturbated," murmured Stella without looking up. "He pulled it out of his pyjama pants and he rubbed it and showed it to me, as I was watching television. Oh, it was terrible ... and at the same time ... Oh Mr. Norman, I don't know, I must be crazy, I must really be insane ... I mean, something was happening to me when he did it, something inside of me, something that I didn't know was possible ... Actually I don't know how it went, I don't ... But then I remember that I was on my knees, that I was looking at that thing in his fingers ... I was looking and touching and then I was kissing it, and I wasn't thinking any more ... Oh no, no ... It isn't possible ... Oh Mr. Norman...."
And with that her forces finally left her and she sagged in his arms, not entirely unconscious but no longer mistress of her actions or words.
Norman quickly gathered the falling woman into his arms, lifting her and carrying her. He slowly climbed up the steps to the second floor and to her room. With the same gentleness with which he had bedded down Suzy, a little earlier in the evening, he now deposited the girl's mother on the bed. His bathrobe fell open slightly as he bent forward and he caught a glimpse of his own prick. It was standing up and pointing at Mrs. Barber.
She opened her eyes at that very moment and she too stared at his virility. Again it was a trance, another state that seemed to take hold of her.
"Your prick...." she whispered. "It's so big ... your big, big prick...." Slowly she licked her lips and her hands moved toward him.
"Your beautiful big prick...." she moaned, and her eyes closed again, her lips opened, full, sensuous, such as he had never noticed them before. Norman could not help himself, he let himself go and followed the direction of her hand's pull. A second later he was kneeling on the bed, his knees straddling her face, his prick deep inside her mouth, and Stella Barber, would-be socialite and inordinate dreamer, was giving Norman the blow-job of his life. Even when he ejaculated did she cling to him, swallowing and almost choking on the abundance of what he gave her, and when it was over at last she was very still. Norman only realized after a few seconds that she had fallen asleep.
Incredulously he looked down upon the woman, upon the dress which had torn open, exposing a white and lovely breast.
That's what she's getting for repressing her feelings for so long, he thought. Now it's all coming back with a vengeance! Oh boy, if this cunt doesn't lose her marbles after all, what a fireball would she yet turn out to be!
Norman chuckled softly to himself and turned away from the bed. The bedroom door was still half open, and in the opening was the round, astonished face of a blue-eyed little girl.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Norman took a perverse delight in relating every detail of what had transpired to Suzy, masturbating her constantly as he talked, gratified to see that she was becoming more and more aroused by the combination of touch and word.
"I told you that you were a good little cocksucker, didn't I?" he whispered, holding Suzy close to him, "but now you might as well know it, your Mom is even better! Wow, she could sure teach you all she knows, once the three of us get together! And we shall, we certainly shall, I don't see why there should be any mysteries between us from now on. But first of all, right after breakfast, you and I are going ti pay that Simmons brat a little visit, see? We are going to make sure he doesn't tattle about your poor mother to his friends. You do want to protect her reputation, don't you?"
"Sure I do, sure," murmured the confused little girl. Norman was not quite sure that she believed all he told her, but within a few hours he would see to it that she had the proof to it.
For the rest of the night he kept the girl in his room, now almost hoping that Stella would surprise them, hoping that it might precipitate the delightful events he had begun to plan. But Stella gave no sigh of life, she did not leave her room for the remainder of the night, and when Norman and Suzy finally arose from their love-play to have breakfast, she was apparently still asleep.
"Go and wake your Mommy," said Norman, tapping Suzy on the behind, "tell her she has to eat something more substantial than little boys' cocks," he added with a laugh, then proceeded to prepare a few eggs and bacon on the range.
He was pouring coffee into the three cups he had prepared on the table when a scream, coming from the second floor, made him start. Spilling hot coffee on the floor and on his feet, Norman dropped everything and, limping and moaning with pain, hobbled upstairs.
When he opened the door to Stella Barber's room he could only see Suzy's bare behind, facing him, jumping and bobbing in a lively fashion as she stood before her mother's bed with her nightie pulled up to her waist. Norman approached and stared, unbelieving, as he finally saw what was happening: Stella, propped up on one elbow, was tonguing her little girl's bare, hairless twat, her eyes closed, her nostrils trembling with excitement.
"I just did what you said Gary Simmons did," whispered Suzy, turning her head to Norman and smiling sheepishly. "And now ... well, you can see ... She's doing it to me...."
Stella apparently remained unaware of the man's presence, totally absorbed as she was with the task at hand. With two fingers she held the girl's cunt-lips spread open so that her tongue could easily reach the pink little knob of Suzy's clitty. She lapped it with frenzy.
Norman tried in vain to figure out whether Suzy had exposed herself to her mother and begun masturbating in front of her because she was utterly naive or utterly perverse. He decided that it really did not matter. The end result seemed to be exactly what he had hoped for.
Carefully, gingerly, he reached for the woman's shoulder, caressing it lightly at first, then more firmly, when Stella neither flinched nor attempted to shake him off.
Opening his bathrobe and letting it slip to the floor, Norman finally sat down on the bed, naked, in full erection, and hefted his prick in his right hand, stroking it slowly just on a level with Stella's eyes.
A shiver went through the woman's body and with his free hand Norman yanked the loose nightgown off her shoulder so that her breasts were exposed. Norman was surprised at their apparent firmness.
This time it had been more than Stella could pretend to ignore and her eyes fluttered as she turned her head, abandoning the little girl's cunt for a moment. Before her eyes danced the squeezed, massaged and shiny glans in Norman's hand. Her lips opened and closed, her tongue licked them. Norman was reminded of something he had seen a long, long time ago, when he was fishing in a clear blue lake, as a boy. He could see the worm, beneath the water's surface, he could see the perch that came up to it, opening its mouth and closing it just as Stella was doing now, advancing cautiously, all instinct and no thought behind it. The fish had lunged suddenly, he had caught it, killed it, eaten it.
Stella lunged too, just as suddenly, and the thick worm disappeared in her mouth. With little groans and many grunts, shoving herself forward until the prick was taken to the root, she began to suck. Crouching down in order to see better, Suzy was beating herself off furiously. She began to whimper as the climax arrived and her mother's head jerked around to her, Norman's prick snapping out of her mouth.
"Let me ... let me...." Stella moaned, reaching for Suzy and pulling her down to the bed. "Let Mommy do it...."
The girl rolled over on her back, only too delighted to "let Mommy do it", her legs flew open and Stella's face disappeared between them. Eagerly she nodded, licking away, driving her child on and on with her tongue, on the path to sexual fulfillment.
It was more than Norman could bear to watch without touching, and this time he pulled Stella's gown up, from behind, knelt on the bed and with furious lunges buried his cock into the depths of her asshole. Stella did not put up the slightest resistance and when he began to copulate, humping into her with vigorous strokes, she simply whimpered her delight into the girl's open cunt, finished licking her into climax and then fell forward, on top of Suzy, embracing and holding her, covering her with wet, gluttonous kisses, while Norman dropped his load into her bowels.
But Stella was not done yet, she had not received what she needed. With clawing fingers she ripped her nightgown completely off her body, threw herself over the man as he sank back into the pillows and knelt over him, thrusting her juicy, acrid smelling cunt into his face.
"Suck ... oh please ... suck ... suck...." she whimpered, her flesh dancing up and down before his eyes, and he grabbed her buttocks, pulled her down to him and darted his tongue into the hot wetness of her twat.
The woman had reached so feverish a pitch that only a few seconds of thorough cunt-sucking sufficed to sent her jumping, howling, into her orgasm.
"Ohhh ... ohhh...." she whimpered as she finally went limp in Norman's arms, "it's been so long ... so terribly long ... And now I'm lost, I've messed up everything ... my life ... my child's life ... Everything...."
Her body jerked with violent sobs once more and Norman strode her gently, sighing and realizing that it would take some time before she could finally accept herself, her sexuality, her needs and her ways of expressing what she felt.
"Everything's going to be all right, quite all right, Stella," he murmured. "I am going to go see Gary this morning. Will you give me the address? You hear, Stella? Give me the address of the Simmons house, I am going to straighten out everything. Sure I will, Stella ... you'll see, nobody will know. Just you and I and Suzy, right? You'll see how wonderful things are going to be from now on!"
Stella turned her face away from them. For a moment she was quiet and Norman was at leisure to admire the rather elegant line of her back. It began to tremble slightly, then her shoulders shook, and he feared that she had begun to cry once more. But when she turned her face to him, she was laughing, an irrepressible giggle shaking her body from head to toe. At last she was able to speak.
"This is terrible, absolutely awful," she gasped, "and the worst of it is ... Kids, I love it! I just love it! And with that she spread out her arms, throwing them around both Norman and Suzy, pulling them close and kissing them each in turn.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Since it was such a lovely day, Norman had decided to walk. The simmons house was at the other end of town, but it would give him time to think things out. There was a lot of thinking Norman felt he should be doing.
There was Stella, first of all. Funny, lovely Stella, when you came right down to it, all that loveliness covered up for years with layers upon layers of a bourgeois, puritan mentality of another age.
What frustrations the poor woman must have had to overcome, in all the years of her widowhood! Something told Norman that even before, when Mr. Barber had still been around to service her sexual needs, things might not have been so very good. Stella overboard like this, it generally meant that they had never had what they needed.
The important thing to remember, thought Norman, was to make sure that Stella would remain aware of her sexuality, that excitement and satisfaction should follow each other at a rapid pace. Give her time to think, right now, and she might have some funny reactions, thought Norman. Guilt is a powerful emotion, and only constant, repeated pleasure would be even more powerful, displacing guilt until it could no longer return.
If there was one thing guilt could feed upon, aside from any puritan, outmoded considerations, thought Norman, it was the simple, stark fear of discovery, exposure, scandal. This, of course, brought him right back to the business at hand, that of taking care of Gary Simmons. Norman wondered what sort of a boy he would be, and he hoped fervently that he could cope with him as he knew he must.
It was an opulent, rambling ranch-type home, set back on several acres of lovely grounds, when Norman stopped at the front gate of the Simmons property. All was quiet, silent. In a way it surprised Norman that Mrs. Simmons would not have a staff of at least two domestics, but since she had had to call upon Stella to look after the boy during her absence, Norman assumed that there was no one else.
Norman looked for a bell button of some sorts on the side of the iron gate but did not find any. He pushed, and the gate opened. Slowly he went on, walking up to the front entrance of the house, circling the wide bed of flowers laid out in an oval and surrounded with gravel, so as to form a most impressive drive-way.
Norman lifted his hand to the brass knocker on the door when he heard rushing footsteps inside the house, and then the door opened and he stared into the wide, almost frightened-looking eyes of a freckled, red-headed boy of about twelve or thirteen. The boy stood there, with his mouth hanging open, and seemed to be waiting for Norman to state his business.
"Gary Simmons?" he asked, and the boy shook his head.
"Gary's not here. What do you want, Mister?"
"I'd like to speak to Gary. Are you sure he's not in?" The slight hesitation before the boy replied told Norman what he wanted to know.
"I told you he's not in," he said, "hey, Mister...." There was a touch of panic in his voice as Norman brushed past him and entered the large hall which did not seem to be the living-room proper as yet. It was a big house indeed, thought Norman, and you really could appreciate its size better once you were inside.
"You can't come in like that, Mister!" stammered the boy, trying to sound firm but not succeeding.
"Wait, Mister ... Wait!" he added when Norman turned to the left, where a wide, sliding door filled most of the wall. The boy rushed past him but Norman grabbed his wrist and held him. He could feel the child tremble.
"What's the matter? Why are you so nervous?" he asked gently, smiling at the boy to reassure him
"This is not your house," the boy protested feebly. "You can't just...."
Norman's hand pulled the sliding door and the boy's eyes widened.
"Mommy! Gary!" he yelled suddenly, at the top of his voice, but his warning shout was coming much too late.
The room was a large, tiled area, its walls covered with mirrors, so that it looked infinite in size. The ceiling was also covered with huge squares of mirror and there was no other furniture except the enormous, overstuffed pillow, the size of a square couch, in the middle of the floor. Lying on it, stark naked, were a woman and a boy. Their staring eyes, as they whirled around to face the intruder, were expressing a mixture of hatred and fear.
Norman was as startled at the sight before him as the surprised couple was. Nevertheless, the sight of the sinewy, slender female body, of the high-placed, small but round breasts, of the billowing red hair framing the strikingly beautiful oval face, caused his blood to rush to his crotch.
Norman felt that he had not much left to lose, as far as Gary's trust was concerned. Thinking quickly, he decided to take his chances with this pair by doing something that would either get him accepted or thrown out on his ear, and since his prick was getting harder and harder, he quickly unzipped his fly and exposed himself without a word. Staring at the naked couple, without uttering a word but smiling at them as guilelessly as he could, Norman began stroking his joint.
The hard, angry expression of the woman's face softened visibly. She almost-but not quite-smiled, as she asked; "And who might you be, you pervert?"
"Just call me Norman," he replied, "and if this boy, next to you, happens to be Gary Simmons, as I believe he is, then there exists a most definite relationship between you and me, my dear lady."
"Gary! Oh you dirty boy!" exclaimed the woman, giving his bare buttock a slight slap. "I never suspected that you would...."
"Oh, please, don't misunderstand," said Norman quickly, "I have never seen him before in my life, I assure you."
The woman rose from the pillow-couch, as smoothly and elegantly as if she were completely dressed. She did not seem to feel self-conscious in the least about her nudity. Her eyes, in fact, had slipped from Norman's face to the object in his hand, and she seemed to like what she was looking at.
As for the two boys, one standing at the door and the other one sitting on the couch, they kept their peace, only too content to have the adults take matters into their hands. Gary's prick, a long and slender instrument, was still standing up stiffly beneath his belly, and Norman could only guess what lovely attentions the woman had lavished upon it to get it into that state.
"I am a friend of a lady who's a friend of Gary's," explained Norman. "At least she became a very, very close friend of his last night."
"Stella Barber?" asked the woman with a grin, turning to the boy. Gary nodded wordlessly, averting his eyes.
"Good for you!" she exclaimed. "Why, I never thought that prim little bitch would allow anyone to get into her. How was she?"
"She only sucked me off," murmured the boy. "But she's pretty good at it."
The woman turned to Norman once more. "Sucked him off, did she now? Would you believe that this little monster never breathed a word to me about all those places he shoves his pecker into...." A pretty pout came to the woman's sensuous mouth. Then she extended her hand to Norman and smiled openly.
"Tessie," she introduced herself. "Tessie Saunders. And this is my son Clem. I believe children should have a very liberal education, as you can see, and I take him along whenever I have something interesting going., But let me tell you right now, in case you wonder, I don't let him screw me. He can only watch."
Then she smiled fondly at her son. "Isn't that so, Clem my darling? Isn't it the truth, that your bad, bad Mommy won't let you stick your pecker into her, even when it gets all stiff and bothered from looking at me when I have my clothes off?"
"Aw Mom...." muttered the boy, "cut it out, will you?"
"Oh, but he doesn't have too much to complain about, Norman," continued Tessie. "He's the little darling of several of my best friends, you see. You might not know this, but we have quite a lovely circle of liberated mothers, in this town."
Nothing surprised Norman very much, any more.
"Do you know Donna and Daisy?" he asked.
"Those two? Well, well, congratulations, I see you two have been around. Why haven't we met before?"
"Would you have been interested?" asked Norman and laughed softly, his eyes going from one to the other of the woman's lovely tits.
She too laughed and sauntered a little closer to him.
"I like big boys too, if that's what's worrying you," she said in a low, throaty voice. "Everything in its proper place and at its proper time, I always say. But today is Gary's day, I must tell you, and I never disappoint anyone I've promised something to."
She turned back to Gary, smiling at him fondly. "What was it again, that I promised you?" she asked.
The boy, a slender lad with lustrous black hair and dark eyes, a little pale of skin, looked up at Norman. Tessie wanted him to say it, and Gary obviously did whatever Tessie told him to do.
"She promised she would stick her tongue up my ass, Mister," he murmured. "She's never done it to me before, and this time she's gonna make me come that way, jerking me off while she goes in. Tessie says it's pretty good, that way."
"It would be nicer, of course, if there was another girl around to take care of his prick, rather than my milking him with my hands. Somehow it didn't work out though, at least not today. Unless ... Do you think Mrs. Barber might want to come over and join us?"
Norman was delighted. Nothing would help Stella more to accept herself than to find that she was accepted by others, that a whole society within the society existed, where the generally accepted rules of behavior did not apply, groups which had evolved their own rules and lifestyles. Norman only needed some further clarifications. For one thing, he needed to be sure that Stella would risk no scandal through some indiscretion on Gary's part, be it advertant or inadvertent. Mrs. Simmons, he felt, could be a dangerous adversary.
Also, Norman was wondering about the relationship that existed between Tessie and her son. It certainly was ambiguous, for Tessie derived visible pleasure from teasing and exciting the boy, from performing sexually in his presence, yet would not consummate incest as freely as Stella had done. Why not? Norman wanted to make sure that this inhibition would not disturb Suzy's mother.
Feeling that he had interrupted the pleasures of the couple for much too long, Norman decided that he would retire into another room and have a long talk with Clem. The boy could surely explain things candidly and simply.
"I wouldn't want you to break your promise to Gary," he said to Tessie. "I shall leave you two alone for now, if you don't mind, and Clem and I are going to see what can be done about getting Stella to join us, all right?"
"Don't you want to watch?" asked Tessie, disappointment in her voice.
"I would love to, but I trust you to take it easy. Don't exhaust the boy, and perhaps we'll all be together this afternoon. By the way, did you know what a lovely little girl Stella has? Do you like pretty little girls?"
"They've got tongues, don't they?" replied Tessie and laughed. "Agile little tongues, just like hoys, right?" Her green eyes were flashing with anticipation.
"Some woman, your old lady," grinned Norman as he walked with the boy. "You sure are lucky to have a mother like that, Clem."
"Yeah, but she won't let me fuck her," sighed the lad.
"Why not? Because she's your mother?"
"Well, not exactly, I think. I don't think it's anything moral, or anything silly like that. The way she puts it, she says it would be too easy. She says we'd both get lazy and wouldn't take the trouble of looking elsewhere any more, and finally that would be just as boring as being married."
It made sense, thought Norman. If mother and son felt strong physical attraction for each other and admitted this to themselves, vet abstained from seeking mutual satisfaction with each other, they would both be full of energy when it came to finding other partners. He did not think that Tessie would allow her frustration to endure very long, he was sure that she as well as the boy had all the means at their disposal in order to find quick, sexual gratification.
"What about Mr. Saunders?" asked Norman carefully. "Do you still have your Daddy?"
"Oh yes, yes, Daddy's alive. He and Mommy agree on everything, by the way, if that's what you were wondering about. Just like Mrs. Simmons. She knows all about Gary and she doesn't mind. She was the one who taught him about cocksucking, see."
Within a matter of seconds all of Norman's questions seemed to have been answered. Then-really remained only one, not an important one, but the answer to it would have satisfied his curiosity.
"Tell me, lad," he asked, smiling at the boy, "what's with Gary's mother? Do you happen to know why she asked Stella to come over and stay with him while she was away? Did she have something special in mind?"
"Oh sure," said Clem easily. "She told us often that somebody ought to take care of that poor woman, and how silly she is to deprive herself the way she does. Mrs. Simmons really likes Stella Barber very much, even if they're not from the same background."
"How grand of her," Norman couldn't help saying, but the boy did not catch the ironic tone of the words.
"Yeah, she's a real nice lady. She's almost fifty, but she's so good to everybody, I don't mind letting her do whatever she wants with me. She's a little wide for me, between her legs, but she likes it just as well from behind, anyway, so it doesn't really matter."
No, there would be no danger, though Norman happily. With long strides, so long that Clem almost had to run at his side, Norman walked down Main Street, anxious to bring yet more novelty into Stella's and Suzy's lives.
CHAPTER NINE
Norman was not surprised to find that Stella had once more retired to bed, that she was asleep. It was as good a method as any, to escape the new realities of her existence.
Looking at the sleeping woman, through the half-open door of her bedroom, Norman noticed happily that the sheets had slipped away from her bare, white torso.
"Like her tits?" he whispered to the boy whose full attention seemed focused on the woman. Clem nodded.
"Think you'd enjoy fucking her?"
"Sure would," Clem whispered back. "I've got a hard-on already. Norman chuckled softly and closed the door. There would be time for it later. Right now he was more interested in bringing the young visitor to Suzy. Since the girl was nowhere to be seen, Norman surmised that the attic would be a good place to look for her. Young girls often reverted to their masturbatory practices during lulls in their first sexual relationships.
"You do screw around with girls your own age, don't you, Clem?" asked Norman. To his surprise the boy blushed and shook his head.
"You're kidding!" he exclaimed.
"Just never got around to it," he sighed. "There was this one kid in my class, last year, see. Mommy knew her mother very well, and they both came over to the house one evening, and I thought for sure I was gonna get to screw Barbara. Only her mother got started with me, and while she was sucking me off in front of my parents, Daddy pulled Barbara over to him and Mommy helped him pop her cherry. Wow, she really had to hold on to the kid, until Daddy got his prick nice and deep into her! And Barbara's mother made me climb on her at the same time, and she was going so strong, watching her girl getting it, that she made me come again and again, before I ever had a chance with Barbara. Mommy's promised me I'd have her though, one of these days."
"I don't know how pretty that Barbara is, Clem," said Norman, erecting as he listened to the lad's tale, "but the cute little lay I've got for you up there, in the attic, is a real looker, you'll be able to watch her twiddle with her pussy, before I introduce you to her."
As it turned out, Clem and Norman would not have had to be too careful about remaining noiseless. Suzy was lying back on her improvised sofa, behind the boxes in the attic, and she wasn't just twiddling her pussy. Somewhere, among all that junk, she had apparently found a thick, heavily sculpted candle, just the right size for her hole, and this was the instrument she now kept shoving in and out of her snatch, both hands holding it and moving furiously between her jerking, slender legs.
The little girl was moaning softly, her eyes closed and her pink lips half-parted, delicate nostrils flaring as she approached orgasm. The churning candle was making wet, clicking sounds between her dripping cunt-lips. Even the insides of her white thighs were covered with the slime that kept oozing out of her excited little cunt. The smell of it, pungent and exciting, came to the nostrils of the man and of the boy as they leaned over a stack of boxes to watch her, and two cocks, a large one and a small one, rose to stone-hard erection inside their pants.
"Pretty as a picture, ain't she?" whispered Norman, swelling with pride. Since the girl had torn off all of her clothes, in her excitement, Clem could indeed see how pretty she was.
"Tell you what," continued Norman excitedly, keeping his voice down, "get your things off and jump her, she's just in the right mood for it, lemme tell you."
"Think it's gonna be all right?" Clem whispered back, his eyes eager but anxious.
"Sure, I'll be right here to reassure her, if that turns out to be necessary. Does she know you at all?"
"No, I don't think so," said Clem. His sweaty hands were fumbling with his belt.
"Doesn't matter. Just go ahead now, yank out that candle and stick your carrot into her before she knows what hit her. Believe me, that's the way to do it, when they're at that stage."
Clem was only too willing to take the advice an experienced man was giving him. His dungarees dropped to the floor, his shirt pooped three buttons as he tore it off, and with his little cock at full attention, his red hair tousled so that he looked like a miniature satyre prancing out from behind a bush, Clem left the hiding place behind the boxes and breathlessly jumped Suzy as he was told to do.
Norman's prick was in his hand and he masturbated freely and furiously as he watched. Suzy's eyes opened wide, horrified, as the candle was jerked out of her body. She was so startled that the scream in her throat remained right there, unable to come out. Before she could make a move to defend herself against the unexpected intruder, the boy's strong little hands had taken hold of her, his arms were encircling her, and his stiff cock wobbled into place. A brief contraction of his buttocks, a lunge of the lithe, well-muscled body, and the tool was rammed into place. Suzy was so thoroughly lubricated that the operation went with complete smoothness.
"Hey! Hey...." gasped the little girl, and then her hips jerked up and down and her arms fell back helplessly. The sweet lips curved in a blissful smile, the eyes closed once more, and without wasting time with useless questions, Suzy allowed the little stranger to ride her for the remainder of the stretch, right through the finishing line, up to the howling, trashing orgasm she had already prepared so well for herself.
Only a few seconds after Suzy had come, Clem rose up from her, and when his prick emerged, a long, thing strand of sperm, like a filament from a spider's web, still linked the tip of his glans with the twitching gap between the girl's spread-out legs.
There was an expression of utter happiness on the boy's face. He was grinning as he turned to Norman.
"I guess you like it all right?" chuckled the man.
"I ... I didn't know little girls were so tight...." murmured Clem delightedly. "It's like ... like the time I fucked Mrs. Simmon's shithole, and she had Gary bite her nipples real hard...."
Norman felt that it would only be proper to make the necessary introductions at this time, and he took Suzy's hand to help her sit up. She smiled at him and held up her face to be kissed.
"This is Clem Saunders, my Darling," said Norman after a brief tonguing of the hungry little mouth. "He's a friend of Gary Simmons, and now he's a friend of mine. That makes him a friend of yours, doesn't it?"
"He's nice," whispered the girl, nodding emphatically. "He made me come real good...."
She turned to look up at the boy, her eyes roaming all over his naked body, from his grinning face, down to the crotch, where the spent pecker still refused to relinquish its stiffness.
"Hi," said Suzy.
"Hi," replied Clem, and both fell silent, as children often do when they first meet.
"Would you like to get acquainted a little better?" asked Norman. "Would you like to stay here for a few minutes and play with each other, while I go and get your Mommy, Suzy?"
"Is he gonna fuck Mommy too?" the girl asked.
"I sure hope so," replied Norman with a laugh.
"Then why not take him down to her now, while his thing is still nice and hard," inquired the girl, reaching up to give Clem's prick a brief, gently squeeze at the root.
"All right then, it might be a nice way to wake her up," said Norman. After all, the child might be right. Waking up to the warm touch of the smooth young male's body against her, to the prodding of a small, yet enticingly stiff prick against her belly, would probably work better with a woman like Stella than trying to prepare her with carefully chosen words.
"All right, let's go, kids." Norman took Suzy by one hand and led the way. Leaving his pants and his shirt in the attic, Clem eagerly followed the pair down the stairs to the second floor, back to the bedroom of which he had had a brief glimpse before.
It was only now that Norman noticed the bottle of vermouth on the night-table. When he bent down over the sleeping woman he could smell the bitter-sweet alcohol on her lips.
"Poor, poor thing," he murmured, almost inaudibly, realizing that the refuge she had sought in sleep had probably refused itself until she had turned to the bottle. It was high time, Norman decided, to straighten the woman out.
She did not even stir when he gently peeled back the blanket, exposing her soft, lovely plumpness completely.
"Climb in," he whispered to Clem, and the boy slipped into the bed, stretching out and moving his body up against that of Stella, almost without causing the mattress to shake. Norman covered the dissimilar pair and stepped back, beginning to remove his clothes.
Naked, he pulled up a chair and took Suzy on his lap, fondling her softly, slowly, as they watched the bed together.
"Mommy's still asleep," whispered Suzy.
"Just be patient. Look, Clem knows what he's doing, doesn't he?"
Indeed, the boy was in movement now, his arms rising slowly, almost imperceptibly, as he put one across Stella's shoulders, while slipping the other one beneath her. His hips pushed against her and now, after a few seconds, a very slight pumping motion was beginning to knock him against her.
"What's he doing?" asked Suzy.
"Dry-fucking her, for the time being. But shut up and watch, Darling ... just watch...."
Stella had uttered a little sigh and then she groaned softly as she shifted her body, almost rolling on top of the boy. Her right arm shot out in her sleep, wrapping itself around the lad's neck. Her lips, slightly parted and so full that they almost seemed swollen, were right next to the boy's mouth. Norman leaned forward to see, to catch her expression upon awakening. Clem's tongue, small and pointed, crept out of his mouth and gently, very slowly, licked across the woman's upper Hp. Stella opened her eyes wide and even though she had uttered no sound and made no movement, Norman knew that her entire being had tensed at the realization of what was happening.
Clem never gave her time to react negatively. Her eyes had no sooner opened than his little tongue suddenly seemed to increase in size, coming far out of his mouth and creeping into hers, his jaws parting widely and his slender but strong arms clinging to the woman's naked body with sudden fierceness. Stella's left arm shot down beneath the blanked when Clem slammed his pubic region against her belly. Norman could not tell whether she was about to push the boy back or pull him into her, and quickly he yanked down the covers with one hand while massaging his hugely erected prick with the other, and to his satisfaction he saw the woman's nervous legs snap open, saw the boy's movement forward, the brief groping, fumbling of Stella's hand, hidden between them and only detectable through the frantic play of muscles in her bare arm.
Clem's little ass, round and firm, remained poised for a moment, lifted slightly, and Norman, although he could not see it, knew with certainty that the boy's glans was at that very moment being inserted into the proper place. Indeed, at the next instant the two cheeks of the kid's behind seemed to snap together in a contraction of muscles that sent his midriff plunging down, drilling his prick into the female flesh.
With a throaty groan, Stella arched her back to meet him half-way. She remained like that, her rear-end off the bedsheet, for a few, long seconds, while Clem ground his flesh into hers. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the handsome young face before her, and Clem looked back without shyness, smiling slightly, the almost condescending expression of the triumphant male on his features.
Clem was quite a bit smaller than the woman, so that she was able to embrace and hold him easily, reaching every part of his body with her hands. She sank back, only to rise again, and her hands slid over his buttocks, her fingers groped and pried, her middle fingers, both of them, darted toward the tiny pink opening of his asshole. Gently but firmly she began inserting them, groaning all the time, and Clem seemed to go completely wild on top of her.
His expression changed, lost its cool, and once more his tongue started darting and searching, finding the woman's, warm and mobile, flush with her lips. He was making soft, grunting noises as he kissed her, his body working like a well-primed pump, jerking up and down at a high rate of speed. Norman had to release his own prick quickly, or he would have splashed his semen all over the copulating pair.
Norman had decided that to ejaculate like this, through the work of his hand, when there were two lovely females in the house, would be outrageous waste. He jumped toward the door, lost his pants in the corridor and got his shirt off on the stairway leading to the attic.
"Come, Suzy ... come, I need you!" he moaned as he dashed toward the little girl. She had been resting, her forehead pressed against the windowpane, looking out into the street. Now she turned, a quiet little smile on her face, and when he reached for her she simply extended her hand and allowed herself to be pulled up to her feet.
"Come...." he sighed, and with a light jump she was at his level, her slender legs clamped around him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her warm, tender belly and open crotch rubbing against his erection.
"Carry me...." she murmured, burying her face into the crook of his shoulder. "I knew you would come for me."
Cupping his hands under her behind to support the child, Norman carried her down from the attic, and his legs trembled slightly with each step while at the same time, gloriously and happily, he felt as strong and as young as he had been at the age of twenty.
They had not yet reached the door to Stella's bedroom when the girl, with an agile, twisting motion, had managed to sheath his cock into the sucking, hungry little orifice of her sex. When he pushed the door with one foot and walked in, Suzy was already in full motion, her slight little body jerking rhythmically as she endeavored to give and receive pleasure.
Clem and Stella were still at it, going full speed, only that the woman had begun to whimper quite loudly. Her eyes had closed and she was writhing beneath the little fellow's onslaught, her long legs wrapped around him, cradling and rocking him on her.
"Stella ... Stella!" Norman called out, standing at the edge of the bed and holding Suzy's ass open, just above her mother's face. When Stella opened her eyes, the child's asshole was just within reach, Norman's fingertips on either side of it, holding it open, pulling the delicate skin inside the crack. With trembling legs he lowered himself, bending his knees until contact was made, and Stella's tongue shot into the offered receptacle.
"She's licking it ... oh Norm' ... she's licking it now," groaned the girl, "she's sticking her tongue right into it! Oh yes, yes ... Ohhh ... Oh, it feels so goooood!"
Clem's face was being pushed aside a little by the roundness of the little girl's ass, but this did not seem to phase him. He continued to fuck with rapid, nervous lunges, and turned so that he was able to sink his teeth into the delicate flesh of Suzy's left buttock. Without hurting her, gently, so very gently, he nibbled on her cheek, and when Stella's body arched up again, in the throws of a powerful orgasm, when her climax became so violent that she could no longer concentrate on eating out her daughter from behind, the boy took over immediately, slipping his tongue into the wet, twitching shithole of the child, spurting his thin, liquid seed into the groping, milking cunt below.
Norman needed no further stimulation. The sound of whimpered exclamations, the groaning of the shaken bed, the grinding of Suzy's relentless cunny against his groin, all this was more than enough to extract the long pent-up sperm from his balls.
"I'm coming, darling ... Oh yes, yes ... I'm coming into you...." he grunted. There were a dozen violent contraction, each sending an injection of hot cum up into Suzy's eager, wriggling little body, and she too began to wail, her little arms clinging more fiercely than before to his thick, strong neck, as she too joined the others in orgasm.
Stella had not yet spoken a single word, since awakening, and now she simply lifted her arms to her child, receiving it as Norman gently deposited his delicious burden into them. Clem moved away from the woman, rising from the bed and climbing out of it, standing next to Norman and silently staring down at the lovely spectacle which now unfolded.
The two female bodies, so different in size and development and yet so similar in their loveliness, were moving against each other. All reserve, all inhibition had apparently fallen away from Stella, while Suzy never seemed to have had any to begin with. Mother and daughter, their limbs entwined, kissed ravenously, the glistening sweat on their smooth skins mingling as did the saliva of their open mouths. For a brief moment they masturbated each other, and a wide smile appeared on Stella's face. She had found the abundance of sperm, both Clem's and Norman's, oozing from the hairless little twat, and eagerly she groped to change positions, to get her face down between the girl's thighs.
Suzy was more than glad to let her have her way, letting herself be rolled on her back, opening her legs when her mother's lips groped and searched, pushing out her rosy slit at her when the tongue entered her.
Not to be outdone, Suzy in turn managed to get her head between the woman's full, round thighs, and Stella's large but firm buttocks began to dance and bounce as the child returned the favor, cleaning her out with her tongue as she herself was being cleaned.
For a few minutes there was only the combined slurping and gulping sounds to break the silence of the room. Feasting on each other, the two females never remained still for a moment, their hands never ceased pinching lightly, caressing, groping, prying. Norman, much to his delight, felt his prick react quite favorably to what his eyes saw, to what his ears heard, and when he looked down to see what all this was doing to his young protege, he noticed that the boy's prick, although at half-mast for the time being, was nicely twitching to greater heights.
"We're going to save it for when we get back to Gary's place, all right?" he murmured, smiling down at the boy.
"Sure thing, Mister Norman," replied Clem. "But will you help me with one thing when we get there?"
The wistful way in which the boy had said it, the little sigh afterwards, were eloquent enough. Norman knew exactly what Clem wanted, yet he asked, "and what is that?"
"Will you help me convince Mommy? I want her so much...."
CHAPTER TEN
It was late afternoon by the time the foursome reached the Simmons place. They found Gary and Tessie in the garden, behind the house, and both were chewing on some barbecued steaks they had snatched, half-raw, from the little grill they had set up. They were naked, since the thick hedges surrounding the property behind the house, and backed up by a high picket fence, protected them from indiscreet eyes.
Stella, Norman and the children suddenly realized how hungry they were, when they smelled the delicious fragrance of the barbecue.
"Come on, sit down and eat," Tessie called out cheerfully. She and Stella exchanged a brief glance that quickly changed into smiling approval. Norman sighed with relief, for he had been somewhat apprehensive of the woman's reactions before another adult, and an unknown one at that, now that she had begun shedding several layers of social inhibitions. Now he knew that no long introductions would be necessary, that there would be no pussy-footing around, with these two. Tessie had a way of looking at people that made them feel at ease, and this was only confirmed when Stella's fingers started to work the buttons of her blouse open.
Graceful as a cat, Tessie moved to the grill and pushed another steak unto a paper plate. They were not using forks or knives, eating with their fingers like innocent animals in a paradise of their making.
Rising to her feet, lithe and slender, her body glowing in the golden rays of the setting sun, Tessie advanced upon Stella with the paper-plate held in both hands like some ritual offering of peace.
Her eyes were on Stella's breasts though, emerging from the blouse, round and hard-nippled and high on the chest, offered in return. Stella took the plate from the woman's hands and Tessie, without a word, touched her breasts. Her hands squeezed lightly, fingers probing the nipples, while Stella bit into her steak, her eyes plunged into those of the other woman.
"I like you," murmured Tessie. "I just love your tits...."
"Thank you," replied Stella, her mouth full. "I think I like you too."
Her voice was firm, unselfconscious, and Norman heaved a sigh of relief. Partly to reinforce the progress Stella was making, partly to check on' her state of mind, he moved up behind her and slipped one hand around her body, down into her slacks, between belt and belly, until he was able to touch the woman's sex with his fingertips.
"Is she wetting?" asked Suzy indiscreetly.
"Your mother's snatch is soaking," he replied with a smile. "And we're going to keep it that way, aren't we, everybody?"
"Yeah!" piped up Gary, sitting crosslegged on the grass, and his young pecker was sticking up quite rigidly.
"Go and help yourselves, all of you," said Tessie, pointing to the grill on which a few more steaks were sizzling. Then she smiled down at her son.
"Did you or didn't you?" she asked him. He grinned and smiled, then nodded emphatically.
"Both of them," he murmured.
"Good boy. I knew you could do it. So why don't you go and have some steak? Come on, let's all fill our bellies a little, because when Gary's mother returns, a little later, something tells me you fellows will need all of your strength!"
General laughter followed her statement, and very soon they were all sitting naked in a circle, on the soft, warm grass, silently enjoying their meal. Norman was amused to see the glances exchanged between the Saunders boy and his mother, glances that told the whole story. "Please, Mom...." said Clem's eyes. "Forget it," said Tessie's. How often had the words been spoken in the past, Norman wondered? And how often had they remained unspoken but nevertheless understood, as they were now? Why was she torturing the boy like this?
Norman's heart went out to the lad. Even if he could understand the woman's reasoning, Clem's need of her, excited as he was since early childhood by her every touch, her every caress, seemed to create a situation that overrode Tessie's complicated considerations.
Maybe I'm just not sophisticated enough, thought Norman. Maybe I'm still a simple boy at heart, when it comes to screwing. Just seems to me she shouldn't excite him if she isn't going to put out, or else she can't go on enjoying his desire for her and then not let him stick his pecker into her cunt.
Norman kept observing the woman, and he did find her fascinating. He could well understand the boy's frustration, and yet he knew that it would not be easy to change Tessie's mind in such matters. It would have to be handled very tactfully, very subtly, and Norman was not quite sure of himself on such thin ice.
There was another method, of course, one which appealed much more to his phantasy and to his senses. The woman could easily be overpowered, gagged and spread-eagled on the grass, with the others holding her down or possibly tied hand and foot to four of the trees, standing rather close together. Why, it would be a lovely method indeed, thought Norman, if only one could be sure that Clem would not be frightened off by it. There was certainly a big difference between becoming a motherfucker and a mother-raper.
And what would the consequences by? Would it not destroy the relationship between mother and son? Could it not turn them into hateful enemies? No, Norman strongly felt that this would not be so. These were not conventional people, and even if Tessie did not submit voluntarily to her son's assaults, she could not view it in the same manner as an ordinary mother would.
And the consequences to himself and the others? Well, there would be little chance that Tessie would complain to anybody. To her husband, perhaps. He would be the only person he would have to contend with. Yet, even a man like Mr. Saunders could not get on his high horses, when he condoned his wife's conduct in general, when he approved of his son's participation in her orgies. The more Norman thought about it, the more the idea appealed to him.
"What's the matter, Norm?" Tessie remarked suddenly, smiling at him across the tight circle of feasters. "What are you thinking about?"
"Why ... why d'you ask?" he inquired, startled.
"Well, look at yourself! Look at the way your prick is sticking up."
He looked down and indeed, the rascal was raising its head most eagerly. He too grinned and winked at the woman.
"For me?" she gushed, "is it for me?"
"Well, yes, in a way...."
"What do you mean, in a way?"
"I was thinking about you."
"That's nice."
"About you and Clem, making it."
"That's not so nice," she said, her voice taking an edge it did not have before, but her lips continued to smile.
The others stopped eating and listened. All eyes were on Norman, flicking back to the woman when she spoke again.
"I hope Clem told you about the way I feel. Let's not have any further discussion of this, shall we, Norm? We'll all get along much better that way."
"I think you're not being fair to him," said Norman.
"Why don't you mind your own business?" She was still smiling.
"Why don't we find out how everybody feels about it?" he asked. There was a murmur going back and forth from one to the other of the members of the small group. Finally Stella spoke up, much to Norman's surprise.
"It ... well, I think it should be all or nothing. It was nothing, with me, it was nothing for years. But now it's different, and I couldn't imagine having something like that, in my life, and not sharing it with the person I love most...." Her arm slipped around Suzy's shoulders and the child pressed her head against the woman. She lifted her face to her and a luminous smile went from child to mother and back.
"Well, I only know I'M doing O.K. with my mother," murmured Gary. "I couldn't imagine it any other way, at this point. Wow, I don't know what I'd do if she told me not to!"
"That's just the way I feel," sighed Suzy happily.
"There you are, I should say that's pretty unanimous," said Norman. Tessie had stopped smiling.
"I'm sorry you had to bring up the subject, Norman," she said. "You see, the way I conduct my sex life really does not have anything to do with what other people think. I believe I've proven that, in every way possible."
"All right, Tessie, I'm sorry," said Norman and shrugged. Now that he knew that the others were on his side, now that Tessie had demonstrated her stubborness, he was quite determined to carry out his plan. He also decided to be somewhat subtle about it.
"Will you forgive me, Tessie? Shall we make up?" Norman rose and went over to her, sitting down at her side and putting his right arm across her shoulders. The woman smiled and leaned her face against his head.
"Well, we'll see about that," she said and smiled again. "We'll see how good you are at making up. Oh yes ... yes ... touch me...."
Norman had moved his hand along her left thigh, running it from the knee up to the crotch, and she snuggled against him, ready to receive his caress. When he touched her clitoris, feeling the thick bush of her sex against the palm of his hand, she began to squirm freely, and Stella crawled closer. Without a word she cupped her breasts in both hands and leaned forward, offering them to the woman. Stella's mouth opened, round and wet, and she began to suck on one nipple, then on the other.
The two boys, never taking their eyes away from the little group, joined Suzy. Sitting on either side of her, they began caressing her and Clem soon had his fingers between her thighs.
The little girl's obvious delight in receiving the simultaneous attentions of two handsome boys, manifested itself in her sweet, whimpering sighs of pleasure.
Norman felt the sinewy, sinuous movement of Tessie's body against his own as her excitement continues to mount, and when Stella's hand also moved into her crotch he removed his and readily surrendered the territory to the woman. His hands clamped around Tessie's upper arms, from behind, he kept her from squirming too much, holding her in place for Stella who was preparing to go down on her. Tessie's writhing had become positively violent.
"Hold me ... oh yes, yes, hold me...." she moaned, squirming and twisting herself in his arms.
"I don't want to hurt you," murmured Norman, nevertheless gripping her arms more firmly.
"Don't worry ... oh please, don't worry about that! Do hurt me, darling, oh yes ... Hold me real tight, when she sticks her tongue into me ... Oh, I wish you had your belt handy, you could tie my arms back...."
This was better than he had hoped for, thought Norman. He was not altogether surprised to find masochistic tendencies in so complicated and refined a woman, a woman who had probably tried just about everything so far. He managed to reach his pants which were lying on the grass, a couple of feet away, and while holding on to the woman with one hand, he used the other to slip the belt out of its loops.
Norman slipped the belt around both of Tessie's arms, just above the elbows, then passed the end of the belt through its buckle and pulled it tight. The arms were drawn together behind Tessie's back and she groaned with pleasure and pain. Norman was surprised to find how excited he was becoming, feeling her resistance, her discomfort. He pulled the belt as tight as he could, so that the elbows of his prisoner touched.
"Ohhh ... ohhh...." moaned Tessie, her legs jerking and kicking on the grass, while Stella began to lick her twat.
"Hurts?" Inquired Norman.
"Deliciously ... oh yes, deliciously...." whispered Tessie and bucked, throwing her head back and sticking out her small, pretty breasts. Norman kissed her, his right hand holding her by the slender, stretched out throat. He could not resist the temptation of pressing his thumb into it slightly, just enough to make her gag a little. Tessie's tongue was pushed against his and Norman knew that if his prick had been imbedded in any kind of suitably receptacle at that moment, be it a cunt, a mouth or one of those lovely female's asshole, he would have ejaculated right then and there.
From the noisy slurping Stella was doing, Norman knew that Tessie's cunt-juices were flowing freely. When he released her throat sufficiently so that she could speak, she looked at him from beneath trembling eyelashes.
"It excites you too, doesn't it?" she breathed. "I mean when you do this to me ... doesn't it?"
"I wouldn't mind getting a lot rougher with you, you know," replied Norman in a grunt.
"Then do ... by all means do ... just don't mark me up, that's all I ask for...."
Norman had always been gentle with his sexual partners. The pleasure he now felt, as he grabbed a fistful of that flowing red hair and yanked the woman back, then up to her feet, surprised him.
"Hey, what are you doing?" whispered Stella, looking up with surprise and then concern, as the juicy cunt was snatched away from her lips and as she saw her new friend's head being shakened from side to side, the woman a helpless, whimpering victim in Norman's strong hands.
"It's all right, Ma'm," whispered Clem, leaning forward and touching her arm.
"What do you mean it's all right?" Stella glared at him.
"She loves it ... Mommy likes to get beaten up, tied up, all sorts of things. Makes her come just beautifully. Ask Gary, he'll tell you."
"Yeah, I know, it's true, "the other boy nodded. "She even made me bite her snatch, the other day. I mean, really bite it!"
"Well, I'll be...." murmured Stella, quite stunned by this revelation. Then she sat back and watched Tessie getting her face slapped, and the children drew close to her, surrounding her with their arms and sucking on her two breasts and on her clitoris to make sure her excitement would not wane at the sight of such goings on. Norman was sorely tempted to throw the writhing, whimpering woman down on the grass and to penetrate her on the spot, but he felt that the opportunity was much too good to miss, for Clem to have his way with his mother. Grappling with Tessie, squeezing her in his arms until her breathing was labored and short, he dragged her to one of the trees nearby.
"What are you gonna do to me? Oh tell me ... please tell me ... what do you want?" whimpered Tessie, feigning to be afraid of him.
"You'll see, you bitch ... you'll see what's going to happen to you!" snarled Norman. He forced the woman to the ground and since there was a very low branch sticking out from the trunk of the tree, he yanked her left leg over it, lifting her buttocks slightly off the ground and bending her knee over the branch. He was holding on to her ankle as she squirmed helplessly.
"Come on, everybody ... come on, give me a hand with the whore," yelled Norman. "I've got her by one end ... now let's' see you grab her other leg and hold her open, all right?"
Somewhat sheepishly, Stella and Gary followed his instructions, first reaching gingerly for the slender, kicking leg, then grabbing more firmly, Gary with his fingers digging into the upper part of her thigh, where the flesh was softer, more yielding, Stella holding Tessie's ankle with both hands. They yanked and pulled, and the russet snatch was exposed, gaping and wet.
With her arms tightly bound behind her back, Tessie was lying somewhat on her side, her cheek rubbing in the grass. She kept whimpering pitifully, but there was more juice oozing from her slit, so that Norman was fairly certain of her enjoyment.
"Clem, come and have a close look at your mother's twat, won't you? Have you really had a chance to look at it closely? Leisurely? Come on,, tell me how you like it!" Norman grinned at the boy, delighted to see how stiff Clem's prick had become. It never had seemed quite that big.
"Gee, you're so pretty, Mommy," he whispered, standing over her and pulling on his dong.
"Oh Mommy ... will you let me touch it?" he begged.
"You know I always let you. But just with your fingers, you hear?" she reminded him. The boy knelt down and his hands moved caressingly up, along the insides of her smooth, white thighs. The woman's body tensed and trembled, as did the boy's hands. She moaned and arched her back, squirming in her uncomfortable position. Yet, the way she was lying, all twisted up, did only seem to increase her passion.
"Yes ... yes, darling ... touch it, my love ... oh yes ... sweetly, sweetly...." she groaned, and the boy's middle fingers reached the two lips of her gash. They pried, they opened, they exposed the inside pinkness and the oblong orifice in the middle, filled with glistening juice, twitching with anticipation.
"Go ahead, lap up that stuff," Norman encouraged the boy.
"No ... no ... not with his tongue," babbled Tessie. "Only his fingers...."
"Who will put a stop to that nonsense?" inquired Norman, looking at the others. "Hasn't anybody a scarf or a kerchief to plug the bitch's nagging mouth with? Or do you all want to listen to what crap comes out of it?"
"I've got one ... I've got it!" exclaimed Suzy, running to get the scarf among her things, near the barbecue grill. She came running back and knelt down, clumsily attempting to stuff the soft material into Tessie's mouth.
"Nggg ... mmggg ... nnooo...." mumbled the woman, but then Gary's hand was on her throat. He had seen Norman do it and enjoy it, and he was doing his best to imitate him now. Stella yanked on the kicking leg which she was alone to hold, succeeding in immobilizing it almost completely.
Tessie, choking and groaning, opened her mouth wide, and small eager hands filled it with the crumpled-up scarf. Tessie gagged, reared up and was pushed down again, helpless against these children who laughed and giggled as they tormented her. The woman's eyes began to bulge when Suzy forced the silk down her throat, so that Norman had to intervene.
"Not so deep, Suzy. Just fill her mouth with it and tie something around her head so she can't push it out with her tongue."
Suzy reached into her hair which was still held up by a long, pink ribbon, and she pulled it loose. Feverishly she worked, her hands flying as they tied the knot securely, and then she and Gary stood up to look down at their handiwork. .
"Mmmm ... mmm...." whimpered Tessie, her eyes wide with apprehension. Norman wondered whether it was still faked.
"You just go ahead and suck on your Mommy, Clem, if that's what's on your mind," he said.
"You think so? You think it's all right?" asked Clem, hesitating for a moment, but all too eager to accept any argument that would be made in favor of his eating out Tessie's snatch.
"You just go ahead and don't worry, Clem," said Norman. "Just run two fingers into her hole a couple of times, and then you go ahead and do whatever you want, she'll be waiting for it. Listen, why don't you go all the way, this time?"
"You're kidding...." gasped the boy, looking up at the man while following his advice and fingerfucking his mother deeply, vigorously.
"I'm not kidding, believe me. Nothing she can do about it now, and after all the years you've spent wanting it, I am sure it's the right thing to do."
Clem was so nervous and excited that his hands became rougher than he intended them to be. Tessie squirmed and winced with pain at the cruelty of his fingers inside her, but this somehow seemed to egg the boy on even more.
"I think ... gee, I think I'm gonna fuck you, Mom," he murmured, looking into her eyes. "I think I'm gonna stick it right into you, this time...."
Tessie was making stifled, protesting noises through her nose. She twisted her body from side to side, desperately, violently, when her son crouched down between her legs. Norman pressed down on her shin, bending her leg over the branch of the tree so that she was lifted up even higher, and the pain of this operation stopped her resistance somewhat.
Clem's prick was stiff and ready, pointing at the offered orifice. He was still hesitating, taking his tool with two fingers and rubbing the glans into the goo between her cunt-lips. The heat of it, the softness of the flesh around the hole, nevertheless did the rest and seemed to give him courage.
"Oh Mommy...." he groaned as he drilled the instrument deeply into her cunt. "Oh Mommmmy ... '"
Convulsively his light, slender body jerked back and forth as he copulated, his lips drawn back from clenched teeth.
"He's enjoying it a lot," remarked Stella softly and kissed his waist, running her tongue over his skin.
"You bet he is," laughed Norman. "How about it, lad? She nice and tight, your dear old Mom? Hasn't been stretched out of shape by all those years of humping, has she now?"
"She's very tight ... oh very tight!" said Clem between two lusty grunts.
"Good! That's a good little motherfucker," murmured Norman. "Just keep pushing until your stuff comes out of you. Enjoy it, Clem. Push and enjoy.
The whimpers that were coming through the woman's nose had suddenly changed in pitch. The difference was so marked that everybody looked at her face. The staring, furious eyes had become softer indeed, the eylids were fluttering and the nostrils trembling delicately.
"Why, the bitch is enjoying it as much as the boy," laughed Norman. "Will you look at her? I mean, just look at her, and you can tell she's gonna come with him. You mark my words, everybody, you'll see what a nice little old orgasm he's gonna give his mommy!"
The boy laboured fiercly, untiringly, ramming his prick in and out of the twitching cunt that seemed to grab for his flesh, seemed to massage it with a thousand little pulsations and contractions.
"Ngg ... nggg...." whimpered Tessie softly.
"Go ahead and pull that gag out of her mouth," said Norman. "Maybe she's got something intelligent to say for herself, this time. But watch out, if she puts up a fuss and hollers, you stick it right back in!"
Suzy untied the ribbon and gently pulled the scarf out of Tessie's drooling mouth while Gary laid his hands around her throat, ready to stifle the slightest outcry. But when the mouth was freed, Tessie only uttered a deep, shuddering sigh, and then pronounced one single word:
"Darling ... oh darling...."
Over and over she said it, until her responsive spasms reached their highest pitch of activity. Then she became more talkative.
"Fuck me, Sonny ... oh yes ... fuck your Mommy, Darling ... fuck the shit out of your Mommy, Clem ... give it to me, give it to me good ... Oh yes, yes, I am gonna come right now ... right now...."
"Suzy!" shouted Norman, "help him, will you?" He did not have to be more exphcit than that. The little girl jumped forward eagerly, knelt down behind the boy and slipped her tongue into the crack of his ass while her agile fingers held the cheeks open. His humping and jumping could not deter and shake her. She stayed with it to the very end, eating out Clem's asshole while he emptied his balls into his mother's fuckhole, while she twisted her body up to him, pushing the open, dripping crotch against his pelvis and grinding into it until her own climax ebbed away.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"I guess I really asked for it," sighed Tessie, late that night, as she lay in bed with her husband. "Just goes to show you, you can't be too careful with strangers."
Ronald Saunders was only half listening, most of his attention given to the slow, rhythmic movement beneath the blanket, where a pair of full, expertly sucking lips, were ministrating to his most urgent needs.
"I guess I'll be doing it a lot, from now on. With Clem, I mean."
"Yeah, yeah ... you go ahead and do it," murmured Ronald and lifted the blanket with both hands to peer down into the darkness below.
"What's she doing now?" asked Tessie, propping herself up on one elbow.
"She's teasing me, the little rascal," chuckled Ronald. "She's at my balls, right now, she's got them both in her mouth and isn't even touching my prick...."
Tessie laughed softly and reached for the flashlight on the night-table. Pointing it down, she turned on the light so that it picked up the shiny, round eyes, down between the man's legs.
"Haven't you had enough, Ronnie?" his wife asked. "You've been with her all day, haven't you?"
"She's the kind you can't get enough of, to tell you the truth," said Ronald. "Look at her ... I mean, just look how she does it, she just never seems to tire."
It was Daisy's sweet, dark face, bobbing up and down below the blanket. She was working silently, efficiently, and although she had caused the man's prick to spit into her every body-opening on a number of occasions, on that day, she was indeed succeeding in returning it to full stiffness.
"You'll be good for nothing, in the morning," chuckled Tessie and kissed her husband's ear.
"You've got the kid, haven't you? And anything else you want, as far as I know. Come on now, don't nag me, let her finish this last one and then we'll go to sleep."
At the prices Donna was charging, he was getting a bargain that day, from her daughter. Ronnie had decided to remain alone with Daisy, comfortably at home, while his wife visited the Sommers family. He had enjoyed the girl several times before, but never alone. Ronnie sensed, though, that he would have to have her all to himself for a day or so, just to scratch the surface of the kid's possibilities, just to begin finding out about her talents. Now he was hard-put to decide whether her deliciously tight little anus or her expert mouth and throat had given him more pleasure that afternoon.
"You sure you're not too tired, little girl?" he asked Daisy now, just as she was about to take his glans back into her mouth for the grand finale.
"No, Mister," she smiled up at him. "I never get tired when I have sex."
"Good girl," he laughed. "Go ahead and suck on it. Let's see, if you get one single drop out of that prick, I'll really name you world champion."
"Oh, I'll make it squirt all right," Daisy replied with a grin, "and then I'll do whatever your lady wants."
Tessie, tired as she was, nervertheless felt moisture collect suddenly between her thighs. She remembered the furious speed with which this child was able to move her .tongue between a woman's legs. Lifting the blanket up a little higher, she leaned forward and watched the entire length of her husband's stiff member disappear between the girl's lips. The head went down all the way, the mouth glued against the man's pubic hair. Then she began to pump energetically, letting the shaft slide in and out for its entire length.
"Oh golly ... ohhh this is great...." sighed Ronnie as he sank back into his pillows. His body remained motionless for a few seconds, then responded gradually to the teen-ager's fellatio. When Tessie saw him move, contract, when the powerful chest-muscles heaved with his groans of pleasure, she had to admit to herself that she was getting very horny once more.
Without wasting another word, Tessie in turn slipped down beneath the covers, joining the young girl and putting her arms around her. How warm, how soft and yet firm Daisy felt, thought the woman. Sure, it was nice making it with Ronald, with his friends, male and female, with all the women she knew and who liked it, but there was nothing like the young, smooth limbs of a child such as this, such as her son. Tessie thought of him now that she embraced Daisy. His shoulder was as soft and silky as the one she now kissed, his belly as flat and firm as the one she pressed her hand against at this moment.
Tessie's hand slipped down lower, to the girl's crotch, and she was almost a little disappointed when she did not find the male growth there, the erection of a boy's eager young prick.
To make up for it she began twiddling Daisy's clitoris, feeling it hard and erected against her fingertips. Her hand started to get wet from the child's cunty emission.
"Suck him ... that's my girl," Tessie murmured. "Milk it out of him, my Darling ... oh yes, yes, you're the best there is, aren't you? You know it too, Daisy ... oh yes, you did! Mmm, that's a good job you're doing there, I almost wish I had a prick to give you myself!"
For no other reason than that she had not thought about it for some time, Tessie now felt a particular attraction for Daisy's round little ass, for the opening, so tiny and constricted, that lay hidden in the crack between the firm little buttocks. Tessie pushed her ginger up against the girl's anus, rubbing it gently, feeling it open to admit her.
"Ronnie, hey, Ronnie," she whispered.
"What is it?"
"You know what? I've just started fingerfucking your little cocksucker's asshole, that's what. Wow, it sure feels tight!"
"I know, I was in there a couple of times today," chuckled Ronnie. "Just keep it up, she loves it, that little whore."
Tessie made a fist and only her index finger stuck out, pointing sharply. She dug it deeper and deeper into Daisy's anus, delighted to hear the girl's sighs of pleasure.
"Good idea you had there," grunted Ronnie, his hips twitching. "Seems to me she's working even harder now. Oh boy, she's right you know, she's going to milk me of whatever is left in my balls, she's gonna get a good mouthful in a second!" Then he grunted again and his legs twitched, jerked, and Tessie knew her husband was ejaculating. She could hear Daisy gulp down the stuff.
"Save some for me, darling," she whispered quickly, and when Daisy released Ronnie's cock and turned over to face the woman, her lips were tightly pressed together, her cheeks slightly puffed up, and a white trickle of cum was oozing from the corner of her mouth.
"Oh how I love it ... love it...." moaned Tessie, flinging herself on the girl and taking her lips, letting them come open inside her mouth, spilling out the sucked-out sperm that still filled it.
Tessie drank it, gulped it, rubbing her body against the child's. The dark girl's slender hands found their way to the woman's crotch and she massaged it deftly, expertly, while the kiss lasted.
A sudden convulsion went through Tessie, but then she stopped herself, cutting off her orgasm before it had really begun.
"No ... no. Not with you, this time. I'm sorry," she said, lifting herself off the girl. Daisy did not protest, did not object. She smiled up at the woman, licking a last drop of sperm from her upper lip.
"Don't be mad at me," said Tessie gently, "but I want to come with my boy. I just suddenly thought of it, of him, and that's what I need now."
"That's all right, Ma'm," murmured the girl. Then she snuggled up to the man and closed her eyes. Daisy was not complicated in her feelings, she took what came her way, gave what was asked of her, relinquished easily what was taken away. And right now she was given time to sleep. A long, shuddering sigh went through her and Tessie bent down to cover both the girl and her husband. She kissed Ronnie's lips lightly, gently.
"I'll go to him now," she whispered. "And by tomorrow you will be able to watch us, we'll be adjusted to each other just fine. Just leave us alone tonight, all right?"
"Any thing you say, Love," murmured Ronnie sleepily.
Naked, suddenly feeling wide awake and gloriously alive once more, Tessie ran, more than she walked, to her son's bedroom. She was quite surprised to find that her heart was pounding with anitcipation as she put her hand on the doorknob.
"Are you asleep, Clem?" she whispered into the darkness.
"No," came the whispered reply.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Oh Mommy ... ohh...." Clem's voice sounded so marvellously happy!
"You're not angry with me, Mommy?" he asked softly when she slipped into bed with him, moving in close, holding him against her.
"Naw, not angry," she said. "It was bound to happen, sooner or later. I just don't know about that Norman fellow ... funny how he got us just at the right moment, you know? I mean I was really ready for you, I just hadn't made up my mind up."
"You mean you wanted to...?"
"I've always wanted to, don't you know that? I just denied myself and you, because I was afraid we'd get lazy and miss out on the world outside. But tell me, will you continue to keep an open mind? Will you promise me that you won't let me stifle you, won't let me keep you away from other cunts?"
"I promise, Mommy, I sure do," said the boy fervently, and then he fell silent as his mouth was invaded by his mother's softly moving tongue.
For a long time neither of them spoke, both pushing against each other without as yet effecting penetration. The boy's prick was stiff and throbbing against his mother's belly, and when she finally reached for it and squeezed it, he immediatedly took the initiative, attempting to mount her.
"One more thing, darling," she whispered, holding him back.
"What, Mommy? Anything ... Oh Mommy, I love you so much...."
"The little girls you are going to fuck, in the future ... the ones you'll bring home from school, you know....
"Yes Mommy?"
"There will never be any jealousy between us, will there? I mean, you will introduce them to me, you will tell them how much fun they could have with me, aren't you?"
"You'll want to make love to them, Mom?"
"To all of them ... to any girl you ever touch, my Darling, can you understand that? And there will be those I'll bring to you, the little ones and the grown up ones. Do you know how many of my friends are just waiting for me to say the word, and hop into bed with you?"
"Really, Mommy?"
"Didn't Donna give you a good lime, this afternoon, when she brought Daisy?"
"She sucked me off."
"That's because she's my friend, and she knows all about you. She knows it's all right with me, and she likes young boys like you. Tell me darling, do tell me...." Now Tessie was no longer holding him back but was spreading herself open, wrapping her legs around her son and pulling his dong into herself. "Telf me ... did you squirt it down, her throat? Did you? Did she swallow? Oh yes, yes, she always does ... she does., my stuff too, Darling ... Oh yes, yes ... oh you're getting so big now, so very big, so very much like a real man ... Oh yes, yes ... stuff it into Mommy ... stuff it in good and hard...."
It was not until several hours later, alter having drained the boy completely, making him come all over her face, the last time, while jerking him off and digging one finger into his anus, massaging his insides until he whimpered, that the woman finally allowed her son to go to sleep. It had only been a thin, transparent trickle, in the end, and Tessie knew that there would be no more before morning.
Quietly she rose, slipped into her robe and went into the living room. It was three o'clock in the morning, but she did not hesitate. Reaching for the telephone, she dialed Betty Simmons' number.
"Well, had a good time, like you told me you would."" cackled the good-natured voice of the woman on the other end of the line. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"
"Wake me up? You're kidding, Honey. My little Gary is just starting on me, right now. He's gonna tie his mommy up and whip her ass a little, aren't you, my darling?" Tessie heard her friend address the boy on the other side.
"Now tell me the truth, is there anything better than making it with our own?"
"You're right, Betty," sighed Tessie happily. "But it ain't news to me, I always thought it would be great."
"I bet you put the little rascal completely out of commission."
"I'm afraid I did, at that," chuckled Tessie. "But we'll feed him eggs and oysters and steak, and he'll be as good as new in no time."
"That's the beauty with these young ones," sighed Betty happily." only do me a favor, will you? Stay away from him all day."
"There's a party at my house in the evening. A very special party, with one of the little new ones. It's a birthday party, if you know what I mean...."
"Oh, one of those," giggled Tessie, becoming excited. "Yeah, I know'what you mean. Who's coming?"
Most everybody. The new ones, Norman, Stella. Suzy, that bunch. And there will be you and the family. Donna and her kid, and two little sisters you have hardly seen yet. The older one is from last year and the year before, when we weren't so intimate yet, you and I. The younger one ... Well, I won't tell you anything about her, you'll see for yourself. It's her birthday we're celebrating.
"Which birthday?" Tessie wanted to know.
"That too is going to be a surprise. Is it a deal? You're all coming?"
"Keep it up with your mysteries and I'll be coming right now, into my hand," laughed Tessie. It's a deal, then. Until tonight. I think I'm going to rest up all day for it."
"You had better," chuckled Betty Simmons. "You damn well had better!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Norman purposely arrived alone and late. There would be people he did not know, at the Simmons place, and rather than to be present while the ice was slowly being broken between those who had never seen each other before, he preferred to arrive into the midst of things, by the time they were already happening.
Having waited for almost two hours, after Stella and Suzy's departure, having showered and shaved and having slapped just the right amount of after-shave lotion on his cheeks, his neck and into his underarms, Norman felt ready for most everything. The wailing period, the anticipation and the thoughts that raced through his head had prepared him physically as well, and when he tested himself, closing his eyes and visualizing Suzy's tiny hairless slit, pink and open before him, it took him no more than ten seconds to stiffen his tool completely, without ever touching it with his fingers.
This time too, Norman walked across town, and as he saw the five-o'clock crowds pouring from the stores and offices, as he watched harried men pushing their way into parking lots and lining up at the downtown but stations, he almost felt a certain pity for them. What did they have to look forward to? Even those young ones, rushing home to their recently wedded wives? Another thirty, forty years of tossing around in bed with the same piece of ass, thought Norman. Well, to each his own!
He was not surprised to find the Simmons house quiet and dark. He knew that with the crowd she was having that afternoon and evening, Gary's mother would not allow the festivities to spill out on the front lawn or into the garden behind the building. The guests would have to remain inside where she could control and supervise them. One could never tell, after all, what some hare-brained teen-ager might do, in a moment of excitement, if left to her own devices outdoors.
When he walked up to the front door, the clean gravel crisp and noisy under his shoes, he could see the heavy velvet drapes that had been pulled across all windows. He was quite certain that Mrs. Simmons knew exactly what she was doing when she has ordered a set of them for each and every room.
Norman rang the bell, awkwardly placed against the upper lintel of the door and quite invisible to the non-initiate. Its particular chime, ringing through the house, would be recognized by those inside as the signal of one who was expected.
Whoever removed the chain on the inside and pushed aside the bolt, then opened the lock, had approached silently, for Norman could not hear steps. The door was opened and even though the late guest could not be surprised, he was nevertheless stunned by the sight of the raven-haired girl standing just inside the hallway.
It was indeed the hair that commanded attention, before anything else. Lustrous and straight, it formed a black helmet over the top of the child's head and fell down, over her shoulders and to her waist, a raven curtain of dense, smooth satin. So rich was it, in fact, that Norman took several seconds to realize that the child wore nothing but the long peasant skirt that was swirling as she moved, that she was bare from the belly button up, her nudity hidden by the flowing pane.
She seemed hardly old enough to have had time to grow it. Elfine and delicate, her pale, oval face was that of a girl of eleven or twelve at the most. Long black lashes added to the huge size of her dark eyes, and when she lifted them to Norman he knew he had never seen any that were more beautiful.
The mouth was small, delicate, yet the lower lip, by its fullness, revealed the sensuous nature of the child.
"Are you Mister Norman?" she inquired, her soft voice lilting and childish. Her head moved and white skin, a dark nipple on a rising mound, became visible for an instant.
Norman could only nod.
"Everybody's sorta busy," murmured the girl as she pushed the door shut and replaced chain and bolt, turned the lock. Her bare white arm moving gracefully, seemed almost too delicate to touch, thought Norman. Before she ever turned around to him again, he knew that his prick had become as stiff as it had ever been.
Yet the thought that this little girl could be his, that in fact she would be, the moment he asked her, seemed suddenly unbelievable. It was just too much! The innocence on that pale little face too convincing! Norman knew that he should ask her whether she wanted to fuck, and yet he could not bring himself to say it outright.
When she faced him again, the girl gave her pretty head a little loss that sent her hair flying back, and the narrow torso, long and willowy, the fine waist and the white skin of her belly were displayed for his admiration.
"Like I said, Mr. Norman," murmured the girl, "everybody's pretty busy, except me. I just got through, a minute ago."
"Through?" Doing what?" asked Norman, noticing the hoarseness of his own voice.
"Oh ... Oh, not what you think." she said quickly, an unexpected flush coming to her pale cheeks. "They were all playing with me, just playing, you know. Touching, and things. I haven't done the other thing yet." The child lowered her eyes to the floor.
"You haven't?" asked Norman, a sinking feeling overcoming him. Then it was ' as he had instinctively feared, there were indeed things in this world that were too good to be true! They used the kid to get excited, and certainly she was most suited for the purpose, but she was obviously still a virgin and there must be reasons for which no one had as yet popped her cherry. Perhaps her parents had brought her under that one condition, Norman thought. Or perhaps friends who were afraid to take the responsibility....
"I'm Kitty," the child said suddenly, smiling shyly and looking up at the man. "Would you like to play with me? D'y wanna touch my pussy?"
Norman swallowed hard and started to open his shirt. The girl reached up and helped him, her tiny fingers flying from button to button.
"You're pretty fat," remarked Kitty with the candor of her age when Norman's pants and shorts dropped to the floor. But then she smiled up into his blinking eyes and put both hands against his protuberant stomach.
"I LIKE that," she said with relish, "I do!"
Norman took her wrists, so small that he could easily have encircled then; both with one hand, and bent down to her brushing his lips against her cheek.
"How old are you, Darling?" he asked.
"I'm eleven today!" she exclaimed proudly. "That's why Mrs. Simmons said I should come here, that's what the party is for. I mean it, really, Mister Norman, it's my birthday party, and ... and ... Today, I was told, because it's my birthday...." She halted and blushed again deeply, "today I can do it! I mean everything!"
Norman remembered the woman having said something about a big surprise, but he had not paid much attention at the time. So this was it! The child was to be deflowered at this party, her birthday party....
He was certain that such an event had been planned long in advance, that it would be done with the proper pomp and circumstance, and he wondered who the lucky fellow would be to first ram through this elf's maidenhead. It couldn't be him, of that he was almost certain, for after all they would not have reserved such a prize for a relatively new member of their little circle.
Perhaps it would be one of the; women, gently pushing a slender dildo into that little body, or perhaps even one of the younger boys, the; most appropriate partner for so little a girl. That would be it, he was almost sure of it now. Clem, perhaps, whose mother could have arranged the event. It would be very much like her to pick a lovely young virgin like this one for her son.
"It won't be easy just touching your pussy and not going a little further," Norman told the girl as he led her to the large couch standing against one of the walls of the big hall.
"Oh, but you mustn't ... you really mustn't, not yet," breathed Kitty and raised pleading eyes to him.
"I can do lots of things that aren't easy, don't worry," he told her and smiled. He consoled himself with the lovely thought of having the girl after someone else had possessed her first. It was certainly better than if she had to remain a virgin! Lovingly he moved his hand over her breasts as he sat down beside her and she leaned her head against this shoulder.
"That excited me very much," she whispered. "You wanna see how wet you got me already?"
The words acted like a powerful aphrodisiac upon Norman. He drew the child into his arms and i m pulled up her skirl. White, slender legs appeared, smooth, lull thighs and a hare little triangle where no hair had as yet sprouted. At its lower tip the fold of her slit was barely visible.
"Here. Mister ... right here, you'll see...." Kitty whispered as she guided Norman's right hand. Six-was no longer blushing with embarrassment. There was color in her face, but it was the healthy flush of aroused femininity.
The man pushed his middle linger down into the fold, felt the surprising hardness of the little clitty and he found a moist, narrow valley that opened to his touch to allow a scent of pungent, curtly fragrance to reach his nostrils. The girl's knees moved away from each other and she leaned back on the couch, slouching so that her heels touched the floor, her belly pushed out.
"'I like the way you're doing it," she whispered after he had begun masturbating her. "You're so gentle...."
"I'm always gentle with sweet little girls," murmured Norman in reply. "But when I luck 'em. I fuck 'cm hard oh, so very, very hard...."
"And deep?" Kitty inquired, "Yes, yes ... and deep...."
"Well, you got a long one. haven't you?" she giggled, and her small hand reached for his flesh.
A virgin she may be, thought Norman happily, but that did not mean she wasn't experienced in providing pleasure to a man. The way her small fingers wrapped themselves around his turgid prick and the way she squeezed it, pulling up to the glans and pushing down again, the way her left hand went searching for Norman's balls, cupping them and fondling them gently, Kitty certainly had received good training.
The sound of loud cries of pleasure, coming from the next room, caused the man to look up, and the girl grinned and masturbated him a little harder.
"That's Gary's mommy having an orgasm," explained Kitty. "Must be somebody eating out her twat, that's the way she sounds to me. It's the one thing she likes best, you know."
The little girl had obviously lost all of her initial shyness. Norman deduced that it had been due to the fact that there were strangers to each other, rather than to any lack of experience on her part. As if to confirm this supposition, Kitty ran her tongue across her lips, making them moist and glossy, and with a sweet smile on her pretty face she asked the man whether he would like her to suck on his prick.
"Oh gosh yes.;." groaned Norman, his cock twitching with anticipation, and then he watched the lovely head come down, the mouth open in a round O, and infinite softness, infinite warmth enveloped his glans. Norman reached down to touch her body, her lovely little mounds, the little-girl arms, so soft and delicate, and the child began to wriggle and moan under his caress. She was clearly enjoying what she was doing, just about as much as Norman did. He felt the tinv nipples grow a little and harden under his fingers" touch, he felt the child's lip slide down, lower and lower, tightly pulled around the shaft of his prick, while her quick, small tongue played with him, inside her mouth.
The long, silky hair caressed the back of his hands while he stroked her shoulders, ran his fingers down again to her tits, came up along her arms.
"Let me eat you too," he murmured, anxious to feel the child's delicate opening against his lips. Without a word, without stopping her fellatio for one single second, without even missing a stroke, Kitty wriggled and shifted until they were both lying on their side, head to foot, or mouth to crotch, to be more specific. The long, loose skirt came up easily when Norman pulled it, bunching it up around the child's middle, and her slender, prettily formed legs, flew open readily when she felt the hot breath of his lust against her femininity.
Delicately, using only the tips of his fingers, Norman prod open the pink lips of the tiny slit, revealing the virgin orifice. It was shimmering with the juice of desire that came oozing out of the child's body and with a groan of delight Norman plunged.
His tongue was stiff and sharp as he shoved it smack into the girl's cunny-hole. entering her as far as he possibly could, feeling the resistence of her maidenhead against the tip of his tongue. There was a grateful little grunt coming through the sucking child's nose, and at the same time her face shot forward, there was a brief sound of gagging, and then she had him down her throat.
Norman had not expected such proficiency in a virgin. She would have had to be used in this manner for years, before acquiring such virtuosity. With apparently little effort, Kitty was deep-throating him her saliva running all over his balls, her lips were sliding forward to the very root of his cock, daring back and pressing forward again and again, so that the man would have ejaculated in a matter of seconds, had not the door opened suddenly.
It was Betty Simmons, her smooth, fat body naked, the lower part of her somewhat protuberant belly coated with saliva. She was beating herself off with one dainty finger as she advanced upon the couple.
"Why, isn't that nice," she chuckled when Norman looked up at her. "I was hoping somebody would prepare our little Kitty for the fucking she's gonna get today! But I, wouldn't piss it all down her throat just now, if I were you," she added and laughed. "Who knows, you might be the lucky one to give her the first screwing of her life!"
"Me?" asked Norman, surprised.
"Sure, why not you? We're going to hold a little competition to see who deserves it. And from what I see, you're no slouch with your tongue...."
Norman yanked his prick out of the child's mouth. If indeed he had a chance of winning so desirable a price, he certainly did not want to waste his cum.
It wasn't that fucking an eleven-year old mouth, and so expert a mouth, was really waste. But Norman was no different from most human beings, in that he considered as most-desirable that which was difficult to attain.
"What's the competition?" he asked, sitting up and pressing the little girl, now almost trembling with excitement, against his chest. He was fondling her between her still open legs, rubbing both her cunt and her asshole, while talking to Betty.
"It's already started, actually. Clem had the first turn, reaming me out with that wet little tongue of his, and even if you might not thing so, lemme tell you that the kid isn't going to be easy to beat. I don't know what his mother has done to him in the last few days, but wow! He's become a real expert!"
Her jovial, smooth, wide face glowed with the reminiscence of her recent pleasure.
"There's Gary, Ronald and yourself left, you see. You can trust me to be fair, Norm, I always am, everybody can tell you that. I'm going to have myself sucked off by all of you sweet males, and the one who gives me the best climax is going to be the winner, he's going to be the one to stick it into Kitty, here. Both ways, I should mention, since her asshole is as virgin as her cunt. Now my guess is, she'll be giving a top notch ride to the lucky fellow who screws her that way, because ass-fucking is pretty popular in her family, on the receiving side. You haven't met Claire yet, her older sister? Oh, you'll see what I mean. Ronnie is cornholing her at this very moment, and if you two hurry it up you can watch him make her come that way. Come on kids, come and join the fun!"
Norman had become aware of the many groans and moans, still soft and subdued at that very moment, that were coming through the open door. It was the room in which he had first seen Tessie, only that now there were huge pillows and blankets strewn all over the place. The room was bathed in soft, rosy light, and the smell of intercourse hung heavily in the air.
It was a good party all right, Norman decided. Everybody was active just now, Stella Barber twisting wildly on the floor with Gary and Daisy servicing her, the boy shoving his prick in and out of her willing mouth, the black girl running a long, smooth dildo into the woman's sex organ. Since she was firmly twisting and pinching Stella's thick clitoris with her left hand at the same time, the woman's abdomen kept jumping up and down in throws of delicious pain mixed with pleasure.
Ronald had indeed mouthed a fleshy little brunette, about thirteen or fourteen years old, pumping her from behind, while the child knelt on a pillow, her arms resting on Tessie's thighs.
The woman was sitting cross-legged before the girl, her buttocks supported by a high, overstuffed pillow, and the child's head nodded frantically in her crotch.
As for Clem, stretched out on his back, he was being ridden by Suzy. The little girl was helped in her jerky, bouncy leaps, as she went up and down on his prick, by the strong hands of Donna who stood behind her and, bending down so that her lovely breasts swayed from side to side, was clutching the little girl under the arms.
"That's my girl," she whispered excitedly, "That's the way to do it ... oh yes, yes, you give that boy a nice, thick ejaculation that way. you'll see...."
The little groups dissolved a moment later, Clem's prick spewing forth a trickle of cum that was quite consistent and rich for his age, and they surrounded Betty Simmons as she reclined on a soft pile of pillows and blankets, her heavy thighs widely spread out.
"Clem?" she asked, "are you ready for seconds?" She was only teasing him, of course, since other were awaiting their turn in the race for Kitty's cherry. The boy grinned sheepishly when she reached for his hand, and she patted his behind in a motherly fashion and then licked his pecker clean. It hung limply between his legs, but by the time she was done it had risen again.
"Good little boy, that's the. advantage of being so young!" she sighed, released him and turned her attention to her son who was kneeling down between her legs.
"Actually I know just exactly what you are going to do and how you're going to do it," cackled his mother. "I can give you your mark, and eight out of ten, without even thinking about it."
"Then you don't want me to suck it for you, Mom?" asked the boy, sounding somehow relieved. Norman wondered whether the woman did not oversaturate him with sex, since he was so handy, close to her at all times.
Still, his cock was standing up nicely, and Norman concluded that what the lad really enjoyed was a certain measure of variety in his diet. Stella's mouth was indeed something new.
As if his mother understood this equally well, she signalled to the woman, winking at her and pointing at the boy when he lowered his face into her crotch.
"Spread out a little ... come on, make room for the nice lady," whispered Betty when Stella, lying on her back, began wedging her head in between Gary's thighs.
With her arms wrapped around him, her hands fingering his buttocks and probing for his asshole, Stella once more slurped the boy's prick into her ever hungry mouth.
"Good ... oh yes, good...." grunted Betty, her heavy body beginning to jerk and twitch. "Oh Stella ... thank you, Stella ... you're an inspiration to that rascal!"
Everybody kept quiet, listening intently to the wet, slurping sounds of Gary's tongue in his mother's sloppy, dripping gash. Norman remembered that Clem had told him about the woman's distended vagina, and how much better it felt to enter her from behind. Nevertheless, when it came to going down on a woman, Norman did not mind a wide area of operations. He found himself looking forward to taking his turn.
Betty Simmons climaxed loudly and violently, her arms flailing and reaching out until the two men, Norman and Ronald, went to her and massaged her breasts until her orgasm subsided. Down below, Stella made gurgling little noises as Gary's juices squirted into her mouth and down her throat. As always she made sure to swallow every last drop of it.
"Who's next?" grinned Betty, wiping sweat from her forehead when Gary had wriggled away from her.
"Let's go," chuckled Norman, feeling in the mood for that long, wide slash that went from her thick bush down to her asshole. It was a fat cunt, plump around the lips, reddish inside, soft and wet. Norman knelt down and massaged it with his fingers for a few seconds before putting his tongue against the thick knob of her clitoris.
Norman knew that he would have to come up with something novel, something that would send the woman into a spin, and with Gary getting eight out of ten, in her judgment, there wasn't too much room left at the top.
"Inside ... do it inside too," moaned Betty after a few seconds of his sucking, but Norman decided to take a chance and avoided her slit a little time longer. If it frustrated her, at least she would react that much more violently when he entered it at last.
In very little time he had her writhing and whimpering, pushing down with both hands on his head to get him to eat out her crack, but he continued to resist.
"Stick your tongue inside, you bastard ... Oh come on!" she wailed. "Oh please ... you're driving me nuts ... absololutely nuts...."
He held out for another minute, and when Betty's voice cracked, when her whimpers began to sound like sobs, he burrowed into her cunt as last, tearing it open with both hands, shoving the tongue into the hole and running it round and round against the walls of the vagina.
Betty didn't just sigh with pleasure, she shrieked. With sweat pouring from her face and her armpits, she threw herself around on her pillows, arching her back and falling down again, digging her heels into the floor and grabbing the man's hair by the fistful.
It didn't exactly feel like a caress, but Norman rolled with the punches. He only pressed his face deeper into the widening gash, holding his breath as he reamed her out with his tongue. One finger slid down, found Betty's asshole and crept into her bowels. Yes, it was true, Norman decided, it sure was tight. Almost as tight as the shithole of a little girl. Almost as tight as the hole he hoped to penetrate in a little while, the asshole of sweet young Kitty.
Norman felt it twitch, pinching his finger, while he continued to eat out the woman's cunt. His free hand flew to her clitoris and he mauled it, pinched it, pulled it, certain that a woman like her, at her age, would require rough treatment there to feel the full impact of pleasure.
"He's killing me ... oh yes, yes, he's killing me, the bastard...." wailed Betty, but never once tried to push him away. Well on the contrary, her fingers continued to pull on his hair, helping him to bury himself even more into the opulence of her flesh.
Ronald again took hold of the woman when she reached her climax, he stood over her, holding her by the ears to keep her from rolling over or rearing up to the point of losing contact with Norman, and his rigid prick hovered just above her lips. Betty's tongue came out and her lips were pursed as she tried to suck him, but Ronald laughed and shook his head.
"You think I'm crazy of something?" he asked. "You think I'm gonna let your have it when you're all wrought up, the way you are? Why, you'd probably bite right through it, you nutty old whore!"
He apparently knew how to handle the woman, familiar with her peculiarities, and no one objected when he began shaking her voilently, pulling her ears until she screamed, then slapping her face a few times and hissing insults at her.
"Yeah, that's right, you fuckin' whore ... that's what you need, isn't it? That's what makes you come, you fat sow...."
Betty's screams, as she reached the peak of her climax, were like those of a pig being stuck. Even Gary, oversaturated as he was with his mother's favors, could not resist, and he threw himself on her, clutching her into his arms and sinking his teeth into her left nipple. He held on until she was quite through coming.
Norman knelt up, his face glistening with the juices that had poured out of the woman, and he was grinning. With a deep, shuddering sigh Betty sat up, as soon as her son and Ronald released her, and she shook her head incredulously.
"How in hell did you do it?" she whispered. "I mean ... gosh, I mean I've never ... Never like that!"
She looked up at Ronald, her eyes questioning.
"I declare forefeit," the man said good-naturedly. "Let him have the little brat. After all, he's new among us and he's certainly done his share already, with all the playmates he's brought us."
Norman was surprised and grateful. He jumped up and shook the other man's hand, grinning at him but quite at a loss for words.
"It's all right, old buddy," laughed Ronald. "I've had so many of these little bitches ... And I'll have plenty more, in my life. You might as well enjoy her and see for yourself that you've made a right decision when you brought Suzy and Stella to us."
Behind his back, Norman heard the little girl giggle.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
With loving care Tessie smeared vaseline into both orifices of the child standing before her. Kitty's wide skirt had been removed and she was standing stark naked, her slender legs spread out slightly, while the woman's fingers slid up and down and through her crotch.
"It's mainly for her anus," explained Betty. "There's actually enough lubrication in front, in her case. They don't generally get quite as wet as our little Kitty, as that age," she added with a proud smile. Both Kitty and her sister Claire had been her own finds, for which Mrs. Simmons clearly intended to take whatever credit was due her.
"There ... nice and deep," purred Tessie, visibly enjoying what she was doing to the child. Her left index was buried deeply in the girl's bowels, moving up and down as it spread the vaseline. Kitty, biting down on her lower lip, was beginning to find it difficult to hold still.
"My, my, but we're already dripping, in here," laughed Tessie, going to work on the child's tiny, hairless vulva. Norman sighed with impatience, finding it difficult not to masturbate as he watched the girl being prepared for him.
Claire, a funny little smile on her lips, was approaching her sister. In her hand she held a bunch of leather straps with brass buckles and rings, some of them apparently arranged as a complicated kind of harness.
"Sometimes I really don't know why I keep bothering with that brat," she said. "If it weren't for the way she uses her asshole, the way my friends enjoy it ... Norman, do you want to know why we had to strap her down?"
"Well, it sure worked out fine," laughed Claire, dancing around the room, waving the straps in her hand.
"Yeah, it worked out all right, but we lost one of our best fuckers, that night. A very nice young businessman from New York who came at least once a week, and one who could satisfy every single cunt in the place in the course of a night! Only when he was through with that little bitch, when he had fucked her thoroughly from both sides, all excited by the way she tossed and whimpered and squeezed those tears out of her eyes, something happened to him. I mean, we never got a chance to tell him that it was just comedy, and by the time the others had taken their turn he was gone. Slipped out of the house, without so much as a good bye, and we've never seen him again. Remember Eric, Claire? You remember him?"
"Somebody grab a hold of her and put those straps on her," grumbled Betty. "Go ahead, Gary, Ronnie ... you two like that sort of thing. Just keep her quiet while we're busy with sweet little Kitty.
Kitty seemed to have a smile around her lips.
"You're gonna whip her, Mrs. Simmons?" she asked hopefully while Tessie's fingers entered her once more, deeply, form both sides. "She was a bad girl, wasn't she?"
"Yes, she was, but we don't whip people around here. Leaves ugly marks, you see?"
Now that the leather straps had found another application, now that she knew she would not be bound, Kitty's fears seemed to have disspated somewhat. Yet, when Tessie announced that the girl was ready and, with a quick lick of the tongue to the bouncy little ass, shoved the child forward, in Norman's direction, the dark eyes were lifted with a solemnity that made him smile.
"You're NOT gonna hurt me, Mr. Norman, are you?" she breathed.
"No, I'm not. In fact, I'm going to let you do it at your own speed, how about that? Look, I'm going to sit down right here...."
Norman pulled over a hassock on which he took place, his prick standing away from him at a forty-five degree angle. It was throbbing with excitement and the girl's eyes never left it after that.
"Now you just come and climb on my lap, like a good little girl, all right? You come down on it, with your sweet little cunny, and you push yourself on it until it goes in. I won't move, all right? If it hurts you a little, all you have to do is stop and wait. Is that fair enough?"
Kitty rubbed herself against the turgid glans, rubbed her slippery, creamy clitoris against the taut skin of it, and soon began to twitch and wriggle with the first little spasms of mounting passion.
Courageously the girl continued to push in short, brief shoves. She winced while moving her tongue around against the man's
"Give it a good shove, darling," Tessie encouraged her. "It's like jumping into a cold pool, you see. It's easier when you do it all at once, rather that little by little.
The child's eyes closed and she frowned as she concentrated. For a second she remained immobile, then took a deep breath and lunged.
The little body in Norman's arms writhed suddenly and violently and the girl's scream of pain rose to the ceiling as he broke through the. hymen. Kitty's vagina was suddenly all around his prick, all the way to his pelvis, and her thin legs were kicking on either side of his thighs. A couple of tears were rolling down her peachy cheeks and she threw her arms around the man's neck, holding on as if for dear life.
"Hold me ... oh hold me...." she whimpered softly when she caught her breath. "Oh ... it hurts ... and it's good ... so good...."
Norman could not sit still any more. Every muscle in his groin, in his ass, was about ready to explode, and he began to squirm on his seat, moving his pelvis back and forth, feeling the prick being shoved back and forth inside the child's tightness.
"Ahhh ... ahhh ... yesss...." she moaned. Wet little kisses covered his cheek, his forehead, his nose, slipped down to his mouth, and when their tongues mingled once more, Kitty's bouncy little ass was beginning to contract with a beat.
"Will you look at that little bunny rabbit?" beamed Betty. "Will you look at her hump?" She turned to Daisy who had approached her from the left, began fingering the teen-ager's breasts, and the girl sank to her knees.
"Let me do it for you, Mrs. Simmons," Daisy murmured, and then her tongue slid up, between Betty's legs, into the recesses of the wide, fleshy cunt. A little further away, the grunts of Gary and the whimpers of Claire, whom he wras fucking rapidly and vigorously, could be heard. Next to them, Ronald and Donna were beginning to sink to the floor, the man's cock already pumping inside the beautiful woman's channel.
"Don't forget her ... her asshole," murmured Stella. "Don't forget you've got to cornhole her too, before you come...."
He glanced at her, smiling. Yes, Stella would turn out all right, thought Norman. And only a few days ago....
"I better hold her for you, after all," said Tessie, when Norman had slipped his bloodied cock out of the freshly opened cunt and held the girl in his arms, lowering her to the floor.
On her knees and elbows, Kitty waited for the penetration, and Tessie sat down to cradle her head in her arms.
"I'll be gentle, very gentle," promised Norman as he knelt down. Suzy leaned over and pried open Kitty's ass cheeks with both hands when everything seemed to be ready.
"It's so small," Suzy whispered, shaking her head, but then she looked up into Norman's eyes.
"Stick it into her, Norm," she grunted softly, "stick it way up her shithole!"
"My, my, what language," sighed her mother, slipping two fingers into Suzy's cunt and masturbating her with energy. Glistening with vaseline, the puckered little hole was offered to the man's onslaught.
Even to Norman it seemed incredible that his big prick should find room in so narrow a sheath. Yet, when he set the tip against the soft flesh of Kitty's anus and pressed forward, the sphincter muscles seemed to relax, to soften, to give passage to his prick. "Ouch...." said Kitty when he went into her.
For a moment she held quite still, gritting her teeth together and letting the burning sensation inside her asshole spread through her body. Then she began to whimper.
"Hold still, darling ... very still," whispered Tessie. "It'll be all right in a moment, you'll see."
The penetration progressed smoothly, slowly. Nothing existed inside that little rectum to hinder full entry, so that Norman soon had planted the entire length of his cock into the girl's ass.
"Slowly ... oh please, Mr. Norman ... slowly...." whispered the child, pressing her face against Tessie's breasts. She began sucking them gently, first one, then the other, and Norman waited patiently until it was Kitty herself who began the copulating movements.
"That's it, bravo, you did it!" exclaimed Betty and clapped her hands.
The women lifted the girl in their arms, carrying her away and stretching her out next to Claire. They then took turns in sucking her cunt clean of every last drop of sperm the man had deposited there.
As for Claire, still bound and gagged, she was beginning to whimper with frustration since Gary had finished with her and everybody seemed much more interested in what was done with Kitty.
"Aw c'mon and shut up," said Norman, stopping at her side and bending down to free her of her gag. "Stop fussing like that and I'll let you lick off my dick, how about that? It's just fresh out of your little sister's shithole too!"
He had found the right tone for the girl, and Claire stretched herself and craned her neck to reach his dangling cock with lips and tongue. Uttering little sighs and moans of pleasure, she began cleaning him.
"And now, let's not forget Kitty's birthday cake!" exclaimed Betty Simmons. Rushing out of the room, her big buttocks bouncing with eagerness, she returned only seconds later, the huge cake white with whipped cream on a huge platter. Eleven candles were burning brightly and when Tessie rushed to turn off the lights the effect was lovely, the soft glow casting dancing shadows over the naked females pressing around the child.
"Make a wish, Darling," said Tessie softly, running her hand over the girl's hair.
"Yes, wish for a hundred cocks a week, for the rest of your life," laughed Ronnie.
"I wish ... I wish...." murmured the little girl, closing her eyes with concentration, and then she giggled, puffed up her cheeks and blew. The little flames flickered, danced and died. The room was suddenly plunged in total darkness.
There was laughter everywhere and they all began to chase each other in the dark, grappling and tumbling over pillows and hassocks, groping hands and mouths searching and finding willing flesh.
What Norman caught, the tender skin against her fingers, against his belly, when he pulled his catch closer to him, made his prick rise again.
"Sweet ... oh so sweet," he whispered, dragging his prey down with him, against one of the walls, where softness waited on the floor, pillows and rugs and blankets in a tangle. He knew it was one of the little girls, but for the moment he could not tell which one.
The child sank into his arms, and there was the giggling against his ear when he fell into the invisible crotch. No hair. It would have to be Suzy or Kitty, since Daisy's wiry little bush would have easily been recognized.
Cool and slim, the little girl's arms slipped around Norman's neck and a hungry tongue came prodding against his lips.
When he reached up, folding the child into his arms, Norman could feel the long, flowing hair, smooth and silky, that fell to the willowy, dancing waist of the girl.
"Kitty," he laughed softy. "Is it you again? You and me?"
"Well," she giggled, "why not? Didn't I blow out all the candles?
"Kitty, Kitty, where are you?" Tessie's voice called out, a little further to the left, but then her mouth was filled by something, something that silenced her, except for the mumbling, grunting noises she started to make. Norman was grateful to whoever it was had shoved his prick into the woman's mouth. He had noticed how interested she had become in the little girl, and certainly he would have never had a second chance with Kitty, that night, if Tessie got hold of her first.
Stretching out comfortably, half on his side, half on his back, Norman pulled the little girl to him as she opened her legs and grabbed for his cock. He entered her easily this time, smoothly, going straight in to the end.
"This time we'll do it this way, all the way to the end, O.K.? Until we come together, shall we?" whispered Kitty as she rubbed her cheek against the man's body.
"You bet we shall," he answered, just as softly.
"And you know what? Suzy was right. She told me all about you."
"Oh yeah?" sighed Norman, his body contracting already as she began to ride his cock. "What did she say?"
"That you were the best baby-fucker in the world, that's what!"
"Yeah, it sure is true," he chuckled, hugging the eagerly humping girl, "you better believe it. I'm the best there is. The very best."
