The lure of innocence can be a powerful one for the adult who leads a settled, sedate life, especially when the "magic" of newness and exploration in a fresh relationship settles into a routine and often unsatisfying love life. Which is to say, that not all marriages follow that pattern, yet large portions do, as witness the high statistics of infidelity and subsequent divorce and estrangement ratios.
And, it is not always the "other woman" responsible for marital infidelity. Quite often, the strongest attractor for the aging (not necessarily old) male is the freshness and vigor and exuberant innocence of youth, and while society has declared certain limits of age to be taboo, the reality of puberty and outright feminine appeal often transcends the written law in the eyes of one subject to that law... often leading to ultimate disgrace and punishment... yet just as often resulting in memorable experience for both, and ultimately accomplished without discovery and/or retribution. This is one of those examples of human nature and sensuality, involving an older man and a young girl.
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CHAPTER ONE
At two o'clock in the morning, Jack Morgan made his third trip downstairs to the kitchen for milk because he just couldn't get any sleep. He had slapped and beaten his wife until she would no longer refuse to suck him off, and then wound up hating the way she did it anyway. There wasn't even a shred of passion left in him for the woman.
He began to wonder if maybe it was him, that he had been too conservative for too many years. What he needed was a real change of pace, and it better be soon, he knew. Jack was starting to feel really low and only some fresh fuel to his sex drive was going to pull him out of his slump.
Full of jumpy tension, he began to pace the house until he stopped at the big bay window in the living room and couldn't believe his eyes. Thinking at first his imagination had to be playing tricks on him, Jack looked closer by moving right up against the window glass, like a little kid gaping into a candy store.
Be tilting his head just a little upwards, Jack found he could look directly into the only upstairs bedroom of the house next door that had a light on. It looked like he wasn't the only one who couldn't get any sleep.
When he strained he could hear what sounded like some very heavy rock music with a lusting back beat of drums. The people next door had a boy who was away at college, so Jack knew it couldn't be him, and it certainly couldn't be the Newells because they were as sticky and conservative as any couple could be.
So it had to be the daughter, a delicious little confection who had a body just aching to ripen and a face like the sweetest angel in God's blue heaven. Just the thought of the dear little thing, with her long, honey hair and her alabaster complexion and the dainty little way she had of dancing around did something so strong to his cock, Jack himself couldn't believe.
Tugging his hard-on so it would have more room to grow in, Jack stared harder at the teenage vision across the alley. He could easily see her limber form gyrating and jumping in time to the music, but he was still too far away to clearly make out her features or what she happened to be wearing.
Whatever it was, Jack could tell it wasn't an awful lot because even at his present distance he could make out an awful lot of leg showing, and if he wasn't having trouble with his vision that had to be the beginning of her cunt he saw humping forward every now and then. At first he wasn't positive because it was the same shade of flesh tone as the rest of her, and then he chuckled to himself when he realized that of course, it was her cunt. It just didn't have even a single hair to cover it!
As soon as the perverted thought registered in his sensation hungry mind, Jack ran through the screen door at the back of the house and into the shrub bordered alleyway that divided the distance between his house and the Green family home. But rushed as he was, Jack did so quietly, as he was in his bare feet and only a robe.
His cock, stiff as all hell, bounced around under the folds of the robe so he had to tie the cord tight or it would have been loose enough for the red-hot thing to stick right out into the balmy night air. What would someone say it they should spy him out there with a hard-on and no apparent place to put it?
But even the risk of being caught out there couldn't keep him from getting close enough to make out exactly what the girl was doing. After all, he did have the cover of the bushes to crouch down and peek out from, so what harm was there? His eyes actually never left the window, but he still managed to keep from stumbling just the same, and now that he had a clean, comfortable view of the girl in her room, Jack knew it had to be one of the best moves he had ever made.
She wasn't completely naked as he first imagined, but what little she had on really appealed to his horny nature, making the look of her even more exciting than if she was. The girl was wearing two small lace handkerchiefs which she had tied end-to-end to form a bra, but it kept flopping down because she had nothing of her own to hold it up with.
It was a humorous but strangely thrilling sight, and when his eyes traveled down a little farther, Jack saw something more to keep his spirits at fever pitch. She had taken a small square of black silk and two strands of hair-ribbon with which she had attempted to form a pair of bikini panties, and it almost would have worked, were it not for the fact that she had forgotten to add a little something which might cover her ass.
Not that Jack was complaining. To see her bouncing and jiggling around, those two succulent little cheeks winking at him with their tiny pink dimples was enough to make a more fainthearted guy cream on the spot. And for all it covered, she might just as well have forgotten the black silk front piece as well. The thing was too tiny to cover much more than her little slit, but every time she moved just about all of her twat was clearly visible from either one side of the fabric or the other.
The sight of that darling pink thing, looking as good to eat as cotton candy, made his mouth positively water and Jack found his hand under the opening in his robe, stroking his cock as if it were a matter of complete surprise to him. Never in his life had he been turned on in quite that way, and by anything as young and girlish as the darling named Erin Green.
Her hair was loose and every time she bounced or wiggled it flew around in the air like clouds on a fresh spring day. More and more in his eyes she began to resemble something delicious from out of a Midsummer Night's Dream, and Jack actually had himself wondering if maybe he wasn't asleep after all, and everything he was watching was nothing more than a figment of his imagination.
But she started to move even more wildly now, and since her window was open, he could actually hear her breathing hard when she wasn't making noises in tune with the hard rock sounds, and knew her outfit and the way she was moving was not the pastime of a young and totally innocent girl. Oh, he guessed sexually she was for the most part, especially when it came to the subject of boys, but Jack figured she was just stepping into the age of experimentation, and he was mighty glad he happened upon her just as she was starting to discover she was starting to bud into a woman.
As she danced around her bedroom floor, Erin would occasionally bring her hands up along her sides and then to the edges of her nearly flat chest, quite unconsciously until she discovered a rub or a touch in those special places made her feel awfully good. Once the girl realized the tantalizing fact, she began exploring the obvious regions of her body with excited determination. And the more she touched, the happier and more animated the dear became.
Learning how good it felt for her body to be rubbed, massaged even if in a juvenile way, Erin began to experiment with herself. She started by rubbing at her sides a little harder, and this time when her hands went a little bit above her ribcage, she decided to venture and reached around under her hairless armpits until she had one trembling hand over each of her bud-like breasts.
There was hardly any swelling to them at all, really no more than a pair of slightly puffy nipples, but the girl didn't seem to mind. In her juvenile fancy she had tits as big as her own mother's, and it was a big, brawny man with hands as big as baseball mitts who was playing with them because he thought they were the most beautiful pair he had ever seen.
Boys were supposed to gush all over a girl's tits. She heard that from the older girls at school, so it had to be right. There was a lot of stuff they'd been telling her lately, and like the little lady in Alice in Wonderland, Erin was getting more and more curious.
Some of the girls told how they played with their muffs, as they called them because theirs already had hair on them, and some others told how older boys did that same thing to them. Why was it such a big deal to have a finger in there where the piss came from.
That was a question she had put off many times because she was just too plain scared to dig in there and find out for herself. Now the idea was becoming more and more appealing to her, and she danced herself over to the edge of the bed and laid down on her back.
The way the bed was situated in the girl's room, Jack found himself with practically a bird's-eye view of her body and everything she was doing with it. He laughed quietly to himself when he thought of his miserable wife upstairs. Why he actually should be thanking her because she was the reason that he was crouched down in the bushes watching a sweet young thing discover her own sexuality.
And she certainly was discovering it. Jack could make no mistake about that. He was close enough now to see how pink her cheeks were getting as she murmured to herself, no doubt whispering what she imagined a man would be saying if he was on that bed with her. Her hands were wandering at will, all over the front of her body and Jack could easily see how much the whole scene was turning her on by the changing expressions on her face. .
She had thrown her head back on the pillows, closing her eyes and letting her mouth fall slack as her hands pressed even harder across the pointed surfaces of her two little nipples. And before too long, as naturally they would, her hands began to wander down, looking for a new and more challenging area of exploration.
Using both hands at the same time, she rubbed her way down to her navel, and her legs swung wide open as if she had uttered some magic word and sprung wide the gates of pleasure. Now the little piece of silk which had barely covered her dainty pink mound to begin with fell away completely, and with a shake of her slender form from head to toe, she was completely naked and aimed right at Jack's gaping eyes, affording him a pretty close inspection. About as close as he could get without crawling head first right into that hot little pink slit.
He wanted to rub his eyes and make sure once more that he wasn't dreaming, but everything was moving along so quickly now he was afraid to so much as blink for fear of missing some of the fantastic action. Down on his knees, crouched behind the bushes, Jack was dragging his stiff cock in the dew-dampened grass. But neither his cramped position nor the chill he felt all the way up to his balls were sufficient reason for him to get up and go back into the house where he belonged.
He had never seen anything quite like the show this innocent was putting on for him, and he doubted he ever would again. He was willing to pay attention to his cock, but definitely not to get it under wraps again. What it needed was a hand to soothe it, and while he would have preferred for a sweet thing like Erin to do it for him, he didn't mind taking care of matters himself, so long as the lovely girl was providing him with suitable encouragement.
So wild was the scene unfolding before him, he didn't take his eyes off it even while he wrapped his fist around his cock and started pounding away with it. Beyond him, Erin was beginning a little hand action of her own, but hers was not nearly as smooth as the horny man's.
This was the first time in her young life her hands were touching her plump little mound for any reason other than to wash it in the tub. She touched her fingers to it gingerly, and then pulled them away as if she had touched a surface that was red-hot. There was actually more warmth down there then she had suspected, and it took some getting used to-but not much!
Now that she had gone so far, Erin knew she mustn't stop until she found out for herself what the business of sexual pleasure was all about. She had no clear notion of fucking, or that a male was needed to get the most out of it. All she knew for sure was there were secrets in her body, secrets she could no longer wait to know.
To her there was no point in her running around the sidelines any more. Erin had promised herself this would be the last night she tossed and turned without sleep because she was afraid to try what her friends had done and were bragging about so much. Twice before she had tried it and given it up long before her hand had even touched the outside of her cunt, so afraid was she of what might happen to her body because of doing something her mother had said was forbidden.
But not this time. Every single one of her friends had played with herself and they all survived to tell about it, so Erin took a deep breath, tried to keep her heart from beating so fast, and plunged her hand down to the crevice of her pussy once again. This time she kept going until her fingers buried themselves in her virginal hole and she gasped at the slight pain which vanished almost as quickly as it came.
The tight confines of the deep hole that she was exploring became wet very quickly and the girl discovered it was much easier for her fingers to work in there now. Now that she had gotten the worst of it over, conquered her fear, Erin was quickly finding her friends certainly knew what they were talking about.
Was a man's prick supposed to feel the same way her hands felt to her now? Was it bigger or smaller, and what did it do once it got in there? These and many others were the questions which filtered though her bright, alert mind as she played with herself and wondered about the sexual world beyond her blue-and-white checked bedroom.
Not for a moment did it occur to her that somebody might be watching every move she made. So innocent was she that she never thought to turn the light out or even to pull down her shade. At this moment in time, nothing else existed for the girl but where she was and what she was discovering about herself.
Her fingers no sooner found the deepest point in her tight slit they could reach when she began to twist them around in there for no better purpose than because it felt so awfully wonderful. She didn't really have her mind on the music, but it was reeling through her brain just the same, and without trying, her hand picked up on the backbeat tempo and she began working her hot little twat faster and faster.
Jack's eyes were glued to the damp spot between her wide-spread thighs as he watched the girl fingering herself in a frenzy as her young body gyrated in time with the music. He couldn't hear her but he was sure that she was moaning, so passionately twisted was her face. To see the features now of what had been the most innocent of all faces just a few moments ago, now looking for all the world like a heated, lusty woman, was like watching a magical transformation.
Nothing-but nothing-had ever turned him on this much, and his hand raced back and forth on his throbbing hard-on, keeping time with the girl's own hand as if they were in the very same room and sharing what they were doing with nothing between them at all. Jack began to work hard at himself, moaning at first, then mumbling things to the girl as if she could actually hear him. A few seconds later he was talking so fast and loud that Erin was startled and looked up from what she was doing.
Jack was partially off in his own private dream world and not completely aware of what Erin was still doing in her room because he was just on the edge of shooting his wad. But Erin heard him now loud and clear, and a sudden shock of terror stopped her hand in mid-stroke. For moments she was frozen to her spot.
But then her curiosity got the best of her and she shut off the light before going to her window and looking out. There was just enough light left from the street lamps for her to make out the silhouette of a man down behind the bushes, and unless it was a burglar waiting for total darkness to rip off the people in the house next door to hers, she was in big trouble.
Were it not for the groans, she would have gone back to her bed and what she was doing. But she strained her eyes and finally made out who the man was and what he was doing. She just happened to be looking as Jack went into a heavy shake and began spurting come all over the bushes. Erin was positively terrified, but she was also fascinated With the big stiff thing Jack was holding in his hand!
From her distance and because of her lack of experience, his dick looked like a war club, and the way it was spraying the thick stuff all over the place, Erin couldn't help wondering if maybe what he had was a huge, thick rubber hose instead.
She remained standing half out of the window and half in until Jack shot his last, and then he looked up as a matter of course in getting himself on shaky legs and spotted the girl playing the same game. For only one moment they looked at one another, one electrical moment, and both understood something freaky was going to pass between them.
Erin was too overwhelmed to even think about screaming, and Jack was too surprised, when her fear left her and she almost smiled. Jack ran back to his house from there, knew he would be spending more time watching her, if not doing other things, like showing the darling his long, fast toy in person and teaching her how to play with it.
CHAPTER TWO
Erin turned around then, after closing her bedroom window, because she felt suddenly drained of her last bit of energy, and Jack headed back for his own house. She seemed to know he wanted her, Jack thought, and maybe after spending a little time with her, she might actually be willing to let him teach her a few of the ropes.
But what in heaven's name was he thinking of? She just knew nothing about fucking, and had just proven so by the way that she played sexy dress-up and the awkward way she tried to play with her own body. As if it weren't bad enough for her to catch him jerking off out there, they had to catch each other's sight, and a young girl like that could cause him a whole lot trouble if she chose to.
It was impossible for him to read the correct meaning in her face, and this disturbed him. Was it a hint of something better yet to come? But how could that be when she was still much more than a young child. If not that, was it a look that told of her own curiosity? Now there was a thought well worth holding because Jack couldn't walk away from what he had just seen and pretend it had never happened.
He really was a sick man to watch and get his rocks off by it, but then, why should he be feeling that way? There had been no actual harm done as far as he could see. So he saw her playing with herself. Big deal. And then she saw him doing the same. Well... that was a slightly bigger deal, and no denying it. A girl so young maybe shouldn't have seen a man jerking himself off. It might do something to her head and maybe make her frigid or something like that later in life.
So Jack tried to punish himself mentally about what he had done out in the bushes, but it lasted only as long as it took him to go upstairs to bed with his wife. Luckily she was fast asleep and didn't seem to have noticed he was gone. She probably would have been happy about that, Jack supposed. But fuck her, he thought.
He fell immediately to sleep now, but it wasn't a very restful one for him. No sooner did he fall heavily into it than he began to dream in hot, vivid colors.
Erin was lying in a dingy basement, wearing the same makeshift outfit and holding her arms out to him. She was fingering herself rapidly as she called to him, but when he tried to replace her own slim hand with his bigger one, she pushed him away and spat in his face.
Now he became angry and started yelling at her, calling her every filthy name in the book, and as he did so, his clothing changed into black leather, with a wide space missing in the crotch of his pants so that his cock and balls could hang out freely. His body changed as well, magically transformed into the muscular build of a weightlifter and his own tool was now three times longer than reality and twice as wide.
Red, blue, and purple lights spun all around them, he carried a riding crop in his hand and kept smacking it against his thigh as he prepared to teach the girl a lesson for refusing the touch of his hand. Again he reached out for her cunt and again she smacked his hand away, laughing at him like he was nothing but a crude joke.
It became obvious to him that she had no need for him as all the time she was laughing she kept pointing at the white void beyond the doorway as if ordering him out of his own dream. But he refused to go and only snickered back at her, pulling himself up to his full height which was considerably taller than reality, and started rubbing the sides of his huge organ with both hands as they were both required to lift the heavy hunk of swollen meat. Now it was she who was doing the staring.
Her eyes were bulging out of her head when she caught sight of the massive organ and she smacked her lips as she reached to his crotch, wanting to get a good feel for herself. He allowed her to actually let her fingertips touch it, and only then did he smack her hands as she had done to him.
She started to cry then and pleaded with him, but no words or even sounds came out of her mouth, and when she tried to cry, no tears would drop from her eyes. Then he pulled her head up by the yards of golden hair she had, and mashed his mouth down so hard on hers her face almost disappeared, only becoming clear again when he pulled his mouth away, was as if the girl did not exist unless it was to please himself.
The girl tried to fight him off, but of course it didn't do her any good. No matter what she tried, he could move right around between her legs, he found he could work his whole fist up her cunt, and yet when he wanted to probe her with only a finger, it was tight as a vise.
Still she struggled in his arms, but he grew Dracula-like fangs and sank them into her neck. Instantly the girl stopped trying to fight him off and begged him to fuck her instead. Her body went soft as clouds and he laid her down again on the black concrete floor. An aura of red light surrounded her, and he got down on his knees beside her, his hands grabbing at everything desirable her body contained, and she couldn't seem to get enough of what he was doing to her.
She opened her mouth and accepted his tongue. Her arms tangled around his neck and her tits grew until they were monstrous, like a pair of flesh-tinted watermelons. But big as they were, all Jack had to do was open his mouth to one of them, and he could swallow it all the way down to her rib cage. She was moaning and sighing, the sounds of a hundred passionate women mewling and begging to be fucked.
The girl clung to him as he reached around to her ass and forced his fingers into it. Each finger was a yard long and her hole was only microscopic. But when he started to push, three of them fit in there and the girl screamed so loud the bricks of the walls began to tumble.
Jack was savage now, and the girl was soft and pliant as a kitten, enduring every sexual depravity he threw her way and yet coming back for more no matter how much the man was hurting her. And all the time his cock kept growing until it could cross the room and fuck a hole in the opposite wall if he wanted to.
He forced the girl to move her head and take in the full length of his rampant weapon with her eyes, and the sounds of her horrified screams changed to violin music when they hit the air. No matter what she tried to do, he could change it anyway he wanted.
When she tried to turn her head away, he shoved still another finger up her ass and her screams became even more shrill. The music was light and esoteric, but the action was nothing short of cruelly violent. He dropped his head down and sucked at her heaving breasts once more, but this time he wanted to bite at them with his teeth and found that he was able to chew off huge chunks of it and swallow the portions down. But it seemed that no matter how much of it he ate, more and more grew back so there was always a good supply of tit to fill his mouth.
The jagged shreds of clothing fell to the floor and Erin lay back, her chest heaving as she panted with desire for the superman. A breeze blew through the room, and even this delicate touch made her nipples stiffen and quiver. He pinched one of them and the girl shrieked. This time it was with genuine sound, but magnified as it if were being executed in an echo chamber.
He stretched all four of her limbs out wide and instantly they became shackled to the floor. She was his to do with as he pleased now, even to the point of splitting her right down the middle if he wanted to. She was crying now, but he didn't intend to show any mercy. Standing over her prostrate form, Jack undressed, but the clothes disintegrated instead of him having to do any unzipping or unbuttoning.
The girl was back to pleading with him again, and what she received for her trouble was a steaming gush of piss all over her face and a great deal of it in her mouth.
His cock stayed hard through it all and there was her bald cunt when flipped over on her belly, again she was spreadeagled by the shackles. Only this time her body was suspended over the floor, with nothing of her touching. Even her asscheeks were spread wide and her brown puckered asshole twinkled at him like a star in the midnight heavens.
She made no sound at all as he walked up behind her stretched out legs and pointed his dick towards home. Her cheeks were no barrier for him. His miles-long dick seemed able to bridge any obstacle in its path. He had only to order it, and the heavy thing, with a mind all its own, beat the assault on her ivory untouched body.
It moved swiftly as only a cock of that bulk could in a dream, wedging into the miniscule hole and driving forward with incredible speed. But this didn't mean he had an easy passage. Even in the dream he could feel himself sweating, struggling to force himself in there, and then her screams. Those incredible screams, cutting through the air like a piercing knife. They were the most exciting sounds in the universe, and he continued to drive himself right through her rear door and out the other end if necessary.
Again and again he pushed forward with all his might, but he really didn't have much of a struggle. It seemed everything he wanted to do was controlled by his own mind, and all he had to do was will it. His massive weapon stretched and tore its way into her rear cavity and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
She tried hard to free herself from her bonds, but there was just no way. Yard after yard of thick dick invaded the deepest recesses of her body and she could not stop it.
"Daddy. Daddy," she yelled, calling to her father over and over, pleading with him to stop hurting her so much.
And that was when Jack bolted upright in his bed, his body covered with a film of chilled sweat. It had all come together for him at that moment and he realized what was so unsettling in what he had seen of the girl from the bushes.
Her extreme youth made him feel he could actually be her father, and yet she was so sexually appealing to him he couldn't get her out of his mind. It was a sickness to be sure, and he hated himself for having a case of the hots for such a young girl, but there wasn't a way in the world he was going to be able to shake it.
What was worse, even what he did to her in the dream was kind of kinky, as if he could bear the thought of fucking her as he would a full-grown woman. The whole scene was much too confusing for him to straighten out at such an early hour in the morning. If he could just get himself a little sleep, he hoped it would all look different in the light of day.
Why. he even might be able to forget all about it. Maybe what he needed was a night on the town with a couple of his business friends. A steak and potatoes dinner, a session at one of the better massage parlors and a couple of classy pick-ups would really hit the spot...
Even his wife looked a little better to him once he figured he had his head together. He actually managed to get a forty-five minute nap before his alarm went off and felt kind of good about facing a sun-shiny new day. But one look at himself in the shaving mirror-at the way his hairline was receeding and the deeper cut of each new wrinkly-told him he couldn't go back to the same sedate life he had been running away from the night before. Not when he had Erin on his mind.
Self-control, he told himself. That was the only answer. Reading the stock market over his black coffee, he tried his very best to fill his head with dry and sobering thoughts.
And it actually worked all the way to the railroad station and halfway through the tunnel on the way to work. It was at that point when Barney, one of his carousing buddies, handed him the latest dirty magazine and smack in the centerfold was a girl who had a face nearly as innocent as Erin's.
His face became red and beads of sweat stuck out on his forehead. It was naked Erin all over again, and his cock leapt to life in his pants. Barney took one look at the burgeoning bulge in his friend's pants and started laughing out loud.
"Looks like you could use a night on the town, Jack," he chuckled, pointing to the man's hard-on.
"Yeah. I guess you could say, that," Jack answered, and once again tried to put the pretty young girl out of his mind.
CHAPTER THREE
Erin Green also spent a very restless night. The reason for her agitation wasn't nearly as clear in her young mind as it was with Jack, but that wasn't making her suffer any the less.
To begin with, she was kind of frightened. Never in a million years did she expect anyone would be out there watching her. If not for the fact that almost every night lately had been restless for her, she would never have had the courage to try what she had the night before.
She had to think hard because she wasn't all too sure of the identity of the man out in the bushes. It might have been the man next door, as he lived on that side of the bushes. Suddenly the reality of the situation struck her and she started to shake with fear.
Maybe he was going to go to her parents and tell them about what he saw last night. Diddling was a terrible, terrible thing to do. Her mother had warned her about it a hundred times.
If either one of her parents heard the whole story about what she was doing when she was supposed to be fast asleep, they would probably kill her, or worse yet, send her to some terrible place like they always threatened if she did something bad.
She guessed they were probably right. Parents always seemed to be. But damn it all, if it wasn't a whole bunch of fun. Come to think of it, the whole deal was a lot of fun, and she had to include spotting the spectator.
It was kind of strange. He didn't seem to be upset about what she was doing at all. Matter of fact, if she could make anything certain out of what she saw in the shadows, Erin could almost guess he kind of liked what he had watched her do. That had to be a smile she caught him with when he was waving that big thing up and down, spurting some wet stuff all over the place.
Come to think of it, she was kind of curious about what he was doing out there. Whatever it was, it must have been fun, because something in the way he had looked at her, his hand still around what looked to her like a log of wood which made her feel all grown up, although she was at a loss to explain it.
What difference did it make, really, Erin thought then. She wasn't going to be so careless the next time around and do it front of an open window with all the lights on. That was, just in case there happened to be a next time, which seemed doubtful at the moment.
It was just too risky for one thing, and she certainly did have proof, with her one man audience. And besides, she did feel kind of guilty about doing it against her mother's wishes, no matter how terrific it had made her feel. Well, that morning was the start of another day and this was the beginning of a fresh start for her. She promised herself, and her mother although the woman didn't know it, she would be a good girl from then on and no two ways about it.
Still, when her mind drifted back to the sight of Jack (?) crouching there in the night air, her heart started beating faster and faster and she began to fantasize about him. Maybe he was going to be her star-crossed lover, the legendary knight in shining armor who had happened upon her by accident and fell immediately in love.
Maybe on some other night he would come banging on the door, or up a ladder and into her bedroom window, where he would make wild, passionate love to her. When it was time for her to head for school, Erin couldn't help looking over to the house next door on her way out. Would the man be out there watching for her?
Oh, but all that was so silly. Even if he was being a dirty old man out there, the kind parents always warned their girls to stay away from, didn't mean he was going to be hiding out there all the time, just waiting for a chance to grab her and then rape her.
Still, her heart beat loudly in her chest as she passed in front of that man's house on the way to meet her friends at the corner of the block, just as she did every single day of the season. The sight of them alone, waving gaily as they caught sight of her, was enough to put Erin back into her routine mood, that of innocent pastimes and innocent friends.
They talked of new clothes and the latest record albums, passing a new movie magazine back and forth between them while they joked about scandals they didn't really understand. Before Erin got to the school entrance, all thought of the night before and the man who had witnessed it were wiped completely from her mind.
She was her cute self again, still too shy to look a boy squarely in the eye, and still stammering when one of them tried to ask her a question about homework or an upcoming quiz. Late in the afternoon, a boy being teased by some of his friends, rushed up to her, gave her a wet, slurpy kiss on the side of her face, and then ran off again before she could even say a word about it. Her face was just as red as any other normal, healthy young girl.
She remained that innocent, unquestioning until after milk and potato chips at a friend's house and then on back to her own home where she had to pass Jack's house in order to get there. Erin did her best to avoid looking anywhere but straight ahead as she walked up the block, but just before his entrance would be out of sight, she quickly looked over her shoulder, and almost fainted with shock when she saw he was out there on his front porch, dressed in a pair of cut-down old jeans and reading the Wall Street Journal.
Because he had nothing on other than those jeans, and even though Erin was looking over her shoulder as she passed, she could not fail to take on the wide, hairy chest and the well-muscled legs also covered with a thick mat of hair. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest and she quickly turned away because the next thing she would be possibly looking at would have to be the bulge in his crotch, and she was afraid of nameless horror which might happen to her if she looked down there. It was as if she could avoid a demon coming to get her if she just didn't look it in the eye.
Erin wanted to run the few feet to her own front porch, but she thought she might look silly, and so forced herself to walk quickly but, as she hoped, with a cool motion. He had looked up from his paper for one brief passing moment, but it was still long enough for him to catch a head to toe glimpse of her, and for Erin to turn a bright shade of scarlet as she ran up the four steps to her front door and dashed inside. She had almost made it without event.
But now she was really jumpy and there seemed no way she could quiet herself down. The homework and study session went very badly, and Erin found she didn't have the patience to watch her favorite stars on television either. Her mind continually traveled the distance between the two houses and she found herself wondering if his joint was going to look any more massive if she happened to see it in the daylight.
Horrified by the way her thoughts were going, Erin ran up to her room, all filled with stuffed animals and gaily clad dolls, hoping to get her thoughts back to what she thought was supposed to be a normal level. Erin hugged a big panda bear to her chest and sat in her window seat, watching the sky darken and trying to figure out the course her life seemed to be taking.
All she wanted to be was herself, a happy young girl who wanted to grow up, but only at the proper time. Why was a girl who still blushed at a peck in the cheek, thinking about what the man next door had hidden in his pants? It had her more than curious now. She was starting to get downright scared.
So many questions were running through her naive mind. Like what did a thing like that feel like to the touch, and why did it fit so easily in a guy's pants when it could be so huge when he had it outside? Since she did know the basic facts of life, Erin understood it was supposed to be used inside a woman's thingy, and that was the way she made her babies.
But the man's thing was so huge! How did his wife fit all of it inside herself without becoming a basket case? She must be able to do it though, Erin supposed and certainly her own mother could with her daddy's or Erin herself would not have been born.
By the time Erin's day came to an end, she found her mind was crammed with sexual ideas and questions. So crammed, for another night she was not able to sleep after hours of tossing and turning.
She knew what she would have to do almost before she threw off the covers and pulled down the panties from her yellow polka dot baby dolls. Erin's heart was beating loudly. She was ashamed of herself for resorting to using her hands again so soon after she had resolved to give the pastime up forever.
The light and the window flashed through her mind. If she really was a good girl, in spite of he; shortcomings, then she would diddle herself but uncover in as much darkness as possible. It was easy for her to think Jack might be out there again.
But there was something of a mischievous kitten to Erin's soul and she didn't think it was such a big sin for her if she happened to leave the light on, and the window shade up when she started to do it. After all, she wasn't inviting him to stand out there and watch what she was doing. By staying away from the window, Erin decided she was not doing anything deliberately bad. If she didn't look out, know he was there and do it in the light, then it couldn't be her fault, now could it? Besides, it was pretty late at night, even for an adult to be awake, so there was really nothing at all to worry about.
The girl was almost right. Long after his wife had gone to bed, Jack sat downstairs in the living room, trying to be interested in the late night movie. But his mind could not be farther away from the overly made-up and heavy chested women of the cinema screen.
Those women only reminded him of the woman sleeping upstairs. She wasn't really all that bad as wives went, but he sure as hell wished she could keep more in step with the times, and loosen up when he wanted to fuck her.
Now, if she was a little younger... and then it was with him again, no longer in his own sub-conscious. The girl, the girl next door, and to hell with it all if he wasn't sprouting another hard-on just at the mere thought of her.
The chances of catching her at something like that again had to be a million to one. Why, even if she played with herself every single night, it didn't mean she always forgot to pull the blinds down. Not a prayer in hell, he thought and the only reason he was going out on the porch was to catch a breath of fresh air.
After all, he wasn't one of those sickies, who could only get their jollies by watching other people get theirs. With him it was just a little curiosity, that was all. It really was a nice night, and why shouldn't he be out there at any hour of the night?
His mental patter about innocence worked out until he was far enough out in the walk to turn and see the light was on in the girl's bedroom again. An instant replay of what he had seen her doing the night before flashed through his brain and he walked to the same spot in the bushes as if he had been hypnotized and instructed to do so, even if it was against his conscious will.
It was ridiculous for a man of his sexual experience to be looking for such a cheap thrill, but he found he could not control the urge. She had seen him down there the night before, and yet she still had her light on. He was sure she had done so for his sake, and this thought did a lot for the state of his moral conscience.
No matter how bad it was for him to be watching her, it had to be worse for the girl because she was knowingly playing the role of the little temptress. If he was any kind of a decent man at all, Jack should really go to her house and have a talk with her father. But who was he kidding? There wasn't a way in the world he could look the man in the eye and convince him his own interest in the girl was of the strictest moral order. What he really wanted to do was talk with the girl herself. Talk... and grab... and well, why didn't he face it, AND FUCK!
The thought was sick, as sick as any he had ever had, and yet he could do nothing to diminish the excitement racing through his body. It was a hot enough scene for him when he had come upon it by accident, but now he guessed the girl was putting it on just for him, it was double so.
Upstairs in her room, Erin was trembling with fear. The night before had been an accident, not her fault in any way. But if she went through with her plans now, all of the blame would have to be on her for playing such a sinful game, and she thought of lightning striking her dead, or maybe a plague such as those her mother used to read to her about from the bible.
She shouldn't be doing it in bold light. In fact, she shouldn't be playing with herself at all. But the thought of making the man next door, a grown man, crazy over a girl like herself was just a little too tempting.
Erin could remember many, many times when she had wheedled something out of her father her mother had already vetoed. All she had to do was look pretty, act sweet, and sit on his lap with her hands around his neck and her little bottom rubbing back and forth on his thigh. There was not a single time to her recollection when he had been able to refuse her something she really wanted.
In a way she thought the business with Jack was almost the same thing. He was making her feel grown up and sexy, but she had to get him in the right mood first. In this case it was with far less clothing than she wore when it worked with her father, but was irrelevant in her juvenile mind. It was all fun, and nothing more.
She couldn't help wondering if her girlfriends used their fingers inside their little quims. Probably so, she guessed. None of them was better behaved than she was, and it was impossible for her keep herself from doing it.
Well, they could just put it off to pranks, an expression her father used often when she had done something wrong, and he didn't have the heart to punish her. But keeping the light on and hoping the man would see what she was doing had to be the most awful thing she had ever done.
With these disturbing thoughts whirling around in her mind, Erin spread her legs and went to work, very slowly at first because she still wasn't sure she shouldn't say her prayers over again for good measure and then call it a night. The first time she did it, Erin had to stop short because she felt something hot and tingly happening inside of her and she didn't understand it.
Anything the girl did not understand frightened her, and yet this night she was already resolved to see it through, even if the roof caved in at the very ends. She had no idea at all of what was supposed to happen, but she didn't have any trouble understanding something would. There were too many good vibrations coursing through her body to be building up to anything that would not be enjoyable.
If she could manage to forget there had ever been a man out there, or that he might be out there now, Erin could sense her second session with hand play was going to be even better than the first. A warm dew coated her fingers as soon as she pushed them inside her tiny hole, and even without the bizarre get-up in which she pretended she was a grown woman, Erin felt her body was taking up where it had left off on the night before. She was instantly warm and tingling from her fingers to her toes and through all the strategic spots in the middle, and all was accomplished by only the first touch.
The slow in and out sawing movements of her one longest finger traveled smoothly in and out of there as she tried to keep her mind on only the most pleasurable aspects of what she was doing. This alone was enough to make her begin changing her mind. She reasoned anything feeling so yummy couldn't be all bad, but the ruse to her own mind lasted only a very short time.
Even without knowing whether the man was there tonight, Erin started feeling very guilty, and her guilt grew with the heightening of her sexual senses. Although she didn't know it, Erin was very close to an orgasm, when she quickly pulled out her moisture laden finger and reached to turn the lights off.
Jack had been just about ready to start jerking off, good and hot from her opening number when the lights went off and he started to curse, not caring if the whole world heard him.
"You miserable little bitch!!" he yelled. "You're all alike. Nothing but cockteasers. I'll fix you. One of these days... "
His voice trailed off into a hoarse whisper. What was the point in yelling , and probably bringing the whole neighborhood down on his head in the bargain? She might not have even known he was there.
Oh sure she did, he reasoned. That light had been left on especially for him and she probably guessed what he would have been doing and how far he would have gone with it before she turned out the light. Even if she was , that was a pretty rotten thing for her to do to him.
Everything he was thinking was silly and unreasonable, but something snapped in Jack's head about the girl, and he could no longer look at her without making plans for a way to get even.
Even in his frustrated state of mind, he knew he shouldn't even be thinking about touching her.
But his cock stayed hard even when he zipped his fly and went back to the house. She would pay for his discomfort, he promised himself as he trudged up the stairs, prepared to make his wife take up where the girl left off. No matter what became of his life after he had punished the girl for teasing him, Jack would have one supreme moment when he taught her a lesson she would never forget.
CHAPTER FOUR
Erin saw him waiting in his car right near the corner where she always met her friends. By looking at the back of his neck, and seeing his face's reflection in his rear view mirror, she correctly guessed he was waiting there for her.
She should have been scared, run the other way or called to her friends to help. But Erin could do none of those things. She was drawn to the man like a moth to a flame, and not a damn thing she could do about it. Her only hope was her friends would be able to see something was happening and come to her rescue if she needed it.
The girl wasn't actually expecting she would be dragged into the car and driven off to someplace desolate where she would be assaulted. But she was shaking with fear just the same. Jack, she saw as something of a father image, and for this reason she was fully expecting to be scolded or worse.
Still, even with this disturbing thought running through her mind, Erin felt her pussy go curiously damp, just the way it sometimes did when she saw a photo of her favorite rock star. This was only another bit of confusion for her, and again no time for any of the answers.
Erin intended to go on walking straight ahead as if he weren't even there and she actually believed she would be able to make it. Her friends were starting to get impatient. If they didn't start walking very soon they were all going to be late for school.
The nervous teen quickened her pace but no sooner was she abreast the front windows in the car when Jack slid over to her side and rolled down the window.
"You stand right where you are," he said, "I have a few things I want to say to you and you better listen."
She froze on the spot, too frightened to speak and too nervous to make a run for it. But she refused to look straight at him, hoping this one and only gesture would make him think she wasn't interested in what he had to say, or afraid of him either.
"You just keep looking straight ahead if you want to," he told her. "But don't you dare move until I'm finished. Now you've been teasing me for two nights in a row, which isn't very funny, no matter how much you may think it is. I intend to teach you a lesson, so if you know what's good for you, you'll meet me in the playhouse you have out back. My wife said your parents are going away for a weekend, so don't give me any stories. I know you're having Gwen sleep over, so all you have to do is say you have something to attend to out back. It won't take long. Nine o'clock should do it. You don't show up and I'll break in there and drag you out. Do you understand me? Don't say a word, just nod your head. Your friends are starting to get suspicious, so make it quick."
He wasn't leaving her any room to come up with a way she could get out of what he was ordering, and it was just as well because Erin couldn't string enough syllables together to form any words. So she nodded her head, just as she had been instructed to do, then ran up to the corner where her friends were already turning to head for school. It all happened very fast. Much too fast for the girls to catch on anything might be wrong.
It was impossible for her to concentrate on anything in school except what might happen to her if she kept her appointment with Jack in the playhouse. It really wasn't very big. Just enough space for two or three girls to play house and help their dolls to a tea party now and then. Jack would really have to crouch if he was going to get in there with her.
Of course, all she had to do was tell her parents what he said to her before they left for the weekend. But how would she be able to explain what he was so mad at her about? The way she saw it in her confused desperation, no matter which direction she took, Erin was still headed for a whole bunch of trouble.
Whatever he was planning for her, and she guessed it wasn't going to be any tea party, Erin was sure he wasn't going to let her get away with only a little scolding. This time it was more than a case of stage fright before entering a peeping torn. This time she really had something to be good and afraid of.
She tried to keep control of her imagination, but as the day dragged on, she found it impossible to do. Erin didn't know anything about what men did with women, other than the antiseptic explanations in her hygiene classes. Maybe he was just going to punish her in some way, and if so she was going to beat it out of there and call her parents-right away, or maybe the police. And maybe by the time they arrived she would have dreamed up an explanation for why Jack was after her.
If she really wanted out she could just go with her girlfriend to her house instead, and Jack could sit up all night and wait for her if he wanted to. By Saturday morning she would have told her friend all about the little "peep shows" and they would have dreamed up a story to cover all the parents.
Why was her heart in her mouth and why was she so anxious to get home and change her clothes? The easiest part of all was going to be the explanation to Gwen. She was Erin's best friend and would be only too happy to share deep dark secrets and help her cover it as well.
* * *
Erin was good and scared as the appointed time rolled around. She had changed her outfit four different times, but both of the girls put it off as nervous tension and not as an effort to please the man whom they saw as the arch villain of all times. When Erin was finally satisfied with the way she looked, she arranged with Gwen that she be posted by the rear bedroom window where she wouldn't be able to see very much, but would be within earshot of the girl's screams, if there were going to be any.
All sorts of wild ideas had come to their minds as the two girls got ready for the great event. Even Gwen couldn't help admitting scary as it might be, it was also very exciting. In both their minds was the possibility of a sexual assault, and terrifying as the prospect was, it never entered either of their minds to call some responsible adult for help.
Erin waited until she heard the sound of footsteps going through the bushes and then the squeak of her rear garden gate and more footsteps along the paved path leading to a flower garden, and also to her playhouse way to the back of her parents' property. She was all set to go running right out there, telling Gwen she was anxious to get the worst of it over with. But she forced herself to count to ten just the same, and walked without a rush to where she knew her enemy was lying in wait for her.
* * *
He was there all right. She could see the flashlight beaming through the little windows. Her breath was ragged and her mouth was dry, but she walked, she hoped, with calm and deliberation. To her, the scene was something from out of an Alfred Hitchock thriller. And Erin hoped she would survive the scene and live to tell about it. The fact actual harm might come to her didn't really register in the girl's mind. None of what she was doing was real. And as long as she kept that thought in her head, she would be able to get through it without fainting of screaming her head off.
Making the right impression was everything to the cute teenager, even when God only knew what might be at stake. But it wasn't easy to come off as elegantly sophisticated when she stumbled over Jack's shoes inside the doorway and banged her head on the furniture because there was barely any light.
If Jack had not reached out and grabbed her wrist, she would have fallen flat on her face. This was for real. He was holding her so tightly her hand was starting to go numb, and so far not a word had been spoken between them.
"Get down on the floor," he grunted and Erin was so startled by the gruff voice, she fell to the floor immediately.
"Please don't hurt me," was all she could manage to say. But as far as Jack was concerned that was more than enough.
Erin was genuinely frightened and her tremors as he held her did wonders for his psyche. Even he did not believe he would actually show up at the appointed time, and he did not expect Erin to show up either. Having her in his grasp made him feel boldly powerful and from the way she squirmed he knew her nighttime play was strictly innocent.
So she wasn't out to tease him, as he first supposed. She was genuinely frightened... or was she? It just wasn't going to work if he started seeing her as totally innocent and so blameless for her actions. How could he punish her if that were the case?
His only chance was to make her feel good and ashamed of herself. So ashamed she would beg for his forgiveness and perform whatever penance was asked of her.
In the dark he could hear her breath, and wherever he touched her, he could feel the trembling of her slim and virginal body. A hot form of insanity was creeping through his senses, and what the girl lacked in suitable fear, he more than made up for with his imagination.
"So you think you know how to play with yourself, do you?" he said.
"It, uh, it was nothing," she stammered. "I was just scratching was all. I had an itch. That's it, an itch."
"Who do you think you're fooling, you miserable brat. I don't care what you call it. That's still masturbation in my book, and if you're old enough to do it, then you're old enough to do it right. Now lie down over there on that little rug and pull your pants and panties down. Take the leg out of them so you'll have plenty of room to work in. And make it snappy or that friend of yours will have the cops down on us before I'm through giving you your lesson."
"Please, sir, can I go now?"
"You stay right here and do as you're told. I'm the one giving the orders and I'm the one to decide when you may leave. Now get down there and get those pants down, or I'll do it for you."
Now this wasn't make believe any more, and Erin had no trouble making the distinction. If nothing else, the tone in his voice told her she better hop to it, or something really painful was going to happen to her. She wasn't all that crazy about showing any strategic part of her anatomy to him, but it was still better than a beating. To her way of thinking, anything was better than a beating.
But even in the dark, Erin turned her back to where she imagined Jack was facing. He didn't say anything about the upper half of her body, and Erin intended to follow his instructions to the letter, leaving as much of her clothing on as she could get away with. It was a small gesture of belligerence, but it was still action, as Erin was a little angry, but mostly she was scared shitless.
The reason she wasn't hysterical and pleading for mercy was because the only time the man had touched her was to grab her wrist. There was something she didn't understand in the undercurrent, but it did seem he was more excited than angry in some way the girl could not define. If her feminine instincts were developed even the slightest bit at such a young age, then they were what she was operating on.
It took a few moments for her to stumble out of her shoes and the panties, but she was finally done and Jack's breath was hot and heavy as he turned the flashlight on her and saw the slim naked legs, and her truly naked pussy she didn't have a pubic hair on her, somewhat odd for the current average, but even more appealing in its way.
If she were any younger there might not be any sexual life in her to incite him to heavy action, and if she were any older she would resemble a grown woman too closely. The last thing in the world he wanted was someone who reminded him of his sedentary wife. Although he hadn't gone intentionally looking for an Erin, she was still perfect for his perverted needs, and he could not let the chance go by without kicking himself for the rest of his life.
Erin knew she had only to scream and her friend would run to the phone, but she couldn't make herself do it. Terrified as she was, the girl was still concerned about maintaining her cool and coming off as the sophisticate she dreamed of being.
"Let me see how you're doing," Jack said as he flashed the light against her face and then down towards the lower regions of her body.
"Please sir," she stammered. "If it's all the same to you, I'd like to go inside and be with my friend."
"You're not going anywhere or doing anything until I tell you to. And what I want you to do right now is lie down there. By the time I'm through with you, you'll swear you will never tease another man as long as you live."
Erin had no idea of what Jack intended to do with her. She was expecting something like a spanking, but when he brought a long thick package from out of his hip pocket and tossed it to her, the girl was more confused than ever. Jack waited a few moments for her to get good and confused, and even more frightened. Then he spoke and his tone was so low and guttural the girl began to fear once again she was going to actually be executed for what she had thought was just some innocent fun.
"Take it out of the box and do exactly as I tell you to, or you are going to be the sorriest girl that ever lived. Now open it."
Now Erin did not dare to hesitate. Like a wind-up toy she operated exactly as the male voice instructed her to. That was, until she had the cover of the box off, and with the help of Jack's flashlight could see what he had in store for her.
It looked just like the thing she had seen in her school textbook on sex education. It was a penis, and the stroke of her finger told her it was made out of some kind of rubber, which stopped the gagging feeling she had in the back of her throat during the first second she saw it. But even though she understood what the item was, she still had no idea of what he wanted her to do with it. Her eyes couldn't leave the sight of what seemed to her to be a mammoth instrument, and was in reality a good few inches larger than most men would actually be able to sport.
Erin looked down into the box, speechless with astonishment, and then up to the man. She was frightened, but a playful curiosity was creeping up on her as well. The way it was packaged and the flesh-toned rubber look of it reminded her very much of her childhood dolls and she didn't have any revulsion for touching it.
Even in the dim light, Jack had no trouble picking up on Erin's curious expression. It was all starting to look easier than he had dared to hope for. As long as he was able to maintain a tone of authority and shake her up enough to follow those curious instincts as if only by his instructions, he would have it made with the girl.
Following his instructions to the letter, Erin lay back on the rag rug her mother made for the playhouse when she was six years old and let her legs fall wide apart as she was too innocent to know how provocative such a position would be to the horny man. Jack took one look at her lying there and placed the flashlight on the floor so it was shining right between her legs.
Then Jack sat down on the floor facing her and looking straight into her slit so he would be able to catch every tiny movement her body would be making. With his eyes transfixed by her pink pleasure spot, Jack undid his pants so his hard cock would be out in the open and free for use at any moment.
He couldn't believe how pink and clean she looked on the inside, and were it not for his wanting to teach her a lesson in humility, Jack would have liked nothing more than to bury his face right in there and eat to his heart's content. So he would have to leave the tasty treat for another time, if ever. Just getting that far without his wife or the police breaking up his action was a miracle in itself.
There was no point in pressing his luck any further. If he did manage to get her cooperation for all he had in mind, Jack promised the powers he would not ask for anything else. But, of course, there was no telling what would happen to Erin and her wants once he succeeded in his evil mission.
Erin took the big rubber dong in her hand but she could go no further without his instructions. He already had a mysterious power over her, so much so she did not want to fight him any longer, even in a small way. With her legs spread out as wide as the teacher liked them to be in gym class, she looked at the man expectantly, already knowing she would follow every instruction he gave her.
It was going to take the girl two hands to do as she was told, but Jack was certain she would be able to carry out every one of his instructions to the letter. He guessed she was a virgin and would have a whole peck of trouble shoving the big thing in there, but he told himself he need not feel guilty because it wouldn't be his own dick, his own body that would be doing the damage.
"Start pushing it in," he ordered.
"Inside of my... my privates?"
"That's right, and be quick about it. I don't have all night to teach you what happens to cock-teasers."
"But I'm not a whatchamacallit."
"I say you are, and I should know because I'm a grown man. Now do you want to push that in by yourself a little at a time, or do you want me to shove it right in and make you scream?"
"Oh, no! Please no. I'll do it myself, but does it have to be all at once?"
"Only if I think you're trying to get away with something. Now start moving."
He barked his last instructions and Erin's body quivered with fear. She had already placed her two hands around the shaft of the dildo and then dropped them between her legs.
But she made the mistake of looking down as she was about to start pushing it in. The contrast between her own tiny hole and fragile figure and the thickness plus the length of the rubber toy was so bizarre she was once again terrified and could not make her arms do the work she was willing them to.
She looked up to the man this time with tears in her eyes, silently pleading with him to show her mercy because she was small and frightened.
Jack did register her pleas in his mind, but he could not allow her to leave the playhouse until she had learned her lesson. After all, he was sure he would never have another such chance again.
"Get started now or I'll do it for you," he warned again and this time she forced herself to obey.
With tears in her eyes, Erin took a firmer grasp on the massive dildo and shakily started bringing it up between her thighs. She was wise enough this time to keep her eyes closed or she would probably not be able to go through with it, thereby risking an even worse fate for her vulnerable body.
Her hands went upward in a gawky and twitching manner, but upward they went just the same until the round knob of the dildo was pressed right up against the clean pink slit of her untouched twat. She hesitated, but one glaring look from Jack, with rage in his eyes, and she had no choice but to continue.
In that dramatic moment as the head of the dildo lay pressed against her pussy and Jack's eyes were glued to the spot, his hand went to his. own dick and he too kept it poised. It was like two boxers waiting for the gong, but it would be the orgasm he would enjoy which would decide which one of them had won the match.
Jack placed another hand under his balls, hefting them as if to show the girl he was the man of that house, and she was completely in his power.
"Do it," he growled and Erin shut her eyes even tighter and began the big push.
She did it gradually and her awkward aim was far from being perfect. Instead of shoving it into her hole on the first shot, the end of the dildo would up pressing against her clit, and when she tried to push it in a little harder, the thing rubbed her little love button in such a tantalizing way that a shiver of pleasure coursed through her body.
"Mmmnnn," she moaned against her will.
"So it's getting to you already, is it?" was the man's snide remark. "This is only the beginning, my pet."
But Erin couldn't get over that first thrill sensation and kept the rubber dick pressed as hard as she could against that spot, and was rewarded with one wave of intense pleasure after another. It made her feel so good all over she momentarily forgot the man was even there. Her body wriggled and writhered like the energetic young thing she was, and Erin dared to move the rubber thing around a little to see if it would do even more for her when in motion against her clit.
"Ohhh, what's happened to me?" she asked. "My body feels so warm and strange. What's HAPPENING?"
"You're getting hot," Jack laughed. "The prissy girl who wouldn't pull her panties down is getting hot as a bitch."
Erin didn't really understand what he was talking about. She wanted him to tell her what all the tingly feeling was about, but every time she tried to form a word, all that came out was a long, low moan.
Jack was willing to let her play around a little just as she was. He knew in a short while she would want to try something more intense on her own, that was if he was any judge of feminine pulchritude.
Sure enough, Erin let her body go through a few more tremors of preliminary pleasure and then looked for further guidance to Jack again. He was more than happy to put her on the right path now.
"A little lower down and shove it right in. Let's see if you can take it like a real woman," he said.
Now that was a challenge she couldn't back down from, and for that reason Jack couldn't have said anything better. Erin was still good and scared. The massive hunk of rubber still looked threatening. But she couldn't turn down the man's challenge any more than she could turn down the double dare from one of her friends.
Her heart was in her mouth and she expected that the thing would stab right through her entire body and kill her, but nevertheless Erin lowered the head of the dong down a little and began to steadily push. It went past the outer lips of her pussy with very little trouble at all. But when she felt the first twinge of pain as the thing began to hit at her cherry, Erin brought the dildo to a dead stop.
"It hurts," she whimpered. "Keep going," Jack said. "But it hurts too much. This isn't fun any more."
He could easily see that threats weren't going to work at that step in his little game. She was genuinely frightened now and had good reason to feel that way. On this point Jack still had some sympathy for the girl. It was going to hurt no matter how gently she did it, and taking on the task of breaking the cherry himself couldn't have been further from his mind. If she did all the work, then she would be responsible.
"Come on, baby, I know you can do it," he coaxed. "Just push a little harder. It will hurt, but only for a second, and when that second is over, you'll thank me. I promise."
Erin wasn't buying the gratitude bit, but his softened tone made her more willing to try and get that big thing into herself again. Again she pushed with one hand and braced herself on the rug with the other because she was so sure the thing was going to rip her wide open. Jack watched intently and decided at that moment to flash the light on his joint for a second. Then he called to the girl.
"You see what I've got here?"
"Ye-e-ess," she stammered. "It looks just Hike the r-rubber one you gave me."
"Well, it is... in a way. I guess you could call this my working model. So now each of us has a toy to play with. You wanna watch what I do with mine?"
"Oh, yes! Could I please?" she chirped.
Erin thought watching what the man did would give her a good excuse not to go any deeper with the rubber dong. But Jack saw his angle the other way around. He was hoping that the girl would become really inspired, and at the very least, distracted enough so she wouldn't be aware she was still leaning on the dildo with the heel of her hand.
A few minutes of her viewing his spectacular male show and nature would take its course with her innards. Either she would relax enough to get the thing edged into her by gentle pressure, or she would unknowingly apply more until the head of it made the beautiful break.
So he began taking long strokes on his personal battering ram and Erin's eyes grew wide with fascination. Timidly she bent her body farther forward so she could get the best possible view but still remain at what she hoped was a safe distance from the thing with the hair and the two funny balls hanging at the bottom.
And sure enough, the more fascinated she became with the man's handiwork, the more she leaned on the dildo which was already in place. A few seconds later, while Jack was bringing himself up to the absolute height of pleasure, only the tick of a heartbeat away from ejaculation, Erin leaned over a fraction of an inch too much and...
"Uuurrrggghhh," she wailed.
If she had more of her wits about her, Erin would have been able to pull the big dildo out again, but the pain and the tremendous confusion that came with it had her going in circles and the only direction her hand seemed able to go was pushing in more of the thick wedge of rubber. At one and the same time she was screaming out her pain and also pushing more of the rubber into her tight vaginal confines.
The screams and then the grunting continued until about half of the dildo was inside her and it looked to Jack as if it had hit a dead end.
The particular dildo he had purchased would have been trouble for a grown woman who had a hole like the Holland Tunnel, so it was no surprise the thing would hit a dead end somewhere around its middle. As soon as Jack realized the plight she was in, he fought for some self-control and tried to get her into his own rhythm.
"All right, baby. It's all right," he said in a soothing tone. "Just pull back on it a little and you'll have enough room to push it in again. Easy does it and it will feel good."
"You promise?"
"I sure do. And if it still hurts by the time I say you can stop, I promise I'll kiss it and make it better. What do you say? Do we have a deal?"
"Uh, uh, yeah. Okay, HI try."
Her voice sounded a whole lot more no than it did yes. But so far she had not tried to drag the rubber all the way out of her body, and in fact didn't seem to notice there was blood seeping down to the rug from her ravaged hole. Jack could be reasonably sure that she would at least attempt to fuck herself with the thing.
If she couldn't make it, then he figured she had earned the right to leave at that point. He would have to warn and threaten her enough so she would keep what had happened as their secret. But other than that, he would push her no further.
Now that he was resigned to taking whatever kicks she had to offer and settling for that, Jack sat back again and continued with his long cock stroking, and before too long the girl, her eyes riveted to his crotch, began to unconsciously pick up on the man's style and rhythm.
The dildo came out easily enough because it had the lubrication of blood and her own youthful fluids. Her grunt of pain was much smaller the second time she worked it back in, and by the third time there were no sounds of discomfort at all.
No indeed, as the rubber cock slowly moved into her for the third time and she was able to get more of it in, and as she did her body began to wriggle and quiver. The heat and excitement was taking over any less pleasurable senses and her legs jumped and squirmed as she discovered, to her great delight that Jack was a man of his word.
She really was starting to feel a lot of pleasure down there. When she pushed hard on the dick, she felt the inner walls of her little pussy pressing so tightly against the thing it began to feel like it was a permanent part of her body. Nothing could have been more comfortable by that time, and yet nothing could be as stirring, either.
A crazy, tingling heat was building up inside her slender body and started to radiate outward toward the ends of her limbs. She did not understand this sensation or what was making it happen any better than she could understand a single thing which had happened to her ever since she walked into the playhouse.
But it did feel damn good, and there was no way Erin could have argued that point, even with herself. The heat and the pleasure were constantly growing, the slight tingling becoming hot waves of electricity that were supercharging all of her senses.
Somehow, with all the new and wonderful things which were happening inside her body, she could still watch what Jack was doing and enjoy that kind of thrill as well. And there certainly was a lot happening for her to watch.
Jack, enthralled by the show the girl was putting on for him, had brought himself up to such a state he was ready to come at the bat of a girl's eye. The way the girl was now fucking herself with no commands from him, and showing such great pleasure in her flushed face and twitching legs was enough to drive him insane.
He worked furiously with both hands, sensing that he wouldn't have very long at the rate that he was going, but also needing the girl to help him along to a quick and soul-shattering release.
"Hurry! HURRY!" he urged her.
"Yes, I've GOT to," Erin realized as she was feeling the same sense of urgency that he was now.
She didn't actually know how close to an orgasm she was because this was her first experience with it, but the urgency was there nevertheless. All she had to do was look at the feverish expression on Jack's face and the way his hand was flying along his pole like greased lightning, and it was impossible for her not to perform with equal passion.
Erin was caught up in the rush of Jack's sexuality, in the heat of it and even the smell of it. With no further thought of possible pain, she plunged the dildo into her so deeply only a small fraction remained on the outside for her to hold on to. Her expression when the thing reached its maximum in depth was one of pure lust, and even on the face, it couldn't be mistaken.
Her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled upward in her head. The exterior world beyond the four walls drifted away from her, as indeed did Jack for the first few moments of her blossoming lust. A few seconds later, as her heart and respiration came down to a tolerable but still racing level, Erin was able to look at the man once again and see the dribble from the corners of his mouth as he went insane with passion for what he was seeing as well as what he was doing to himself.
His mouth was drooling, but hers was so dry she had to continually lick it. All during the mutual masturbation, Erin kept feeling she was nearing some form of a blackout, but somehow the tingling, the pleasure pinprick that she felt coming from within her body seemed to keep that from happening.
Actually, she wasn't about to black out at all. Erin was hovering over the razor sharp edge of orgasm, so sharp it was nearly an actual pain.
Her hand began working with no thought of possible damage, and now Erin found she could fuck herself really hard with the big toy and only bring herself more intense pleasure than she had felt during the first time of her struggle inward. The muscles of her tiny cunt actually clung to the sides of the rubber dong, and she not only felt it in her depths, but rasping along with wet interior as well.
* * *
Every convulsion of her innards was being touched and sensitized until all the nerves in her body were alive and singing with pleasure. It was going to happen for them any second now... any second!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Jack! Jack! Are you out back there? There's a phone call for you. I think it's business."
The voice belonged to his wife, and Jack realized he had long overstayed the time in which it would have been safe for him to be away from the house without his car. She was bound to be suspicious and come out back looking for him. One thing would lead to another and the dim light in the playhouse would definitely catch her attention.
All they needed was a couple of seconds more and they would reach a happy and hasty conclusion. Did he have that couple of seconds, or would his wife pop in on them just as they shot their juices all over the mini-sized furniture and walls?
There wasn't even a spare second in which he was supposed to make a cool-headed decision, and his passions had to win out because they were the most urgent senses he was feeling. His heart racing now and the girl frozen in her position, stuffed to the hilt with the big dildo and not knowing what she was supposed to do about it, she looked to Jack.
"Keep going," he told her.
"But," Erin's voice was wavering.
"Keep going! Hurry!" he croaked.
Now his hand was really flying and he dragged his ass forward until his thighs surrounded hers and they could revel in the contact of mutual heated flesh at the very moment their bodies were churning to an end. Erin was so far gone by then, she paid no attention at all to the woman's voice calling in the background or much attention to Jack either, for that matter.
She only knew that male flesh, sexually heated flesh was rubbing hers and the most incredible hot shivers of sensual electricity were shooting sparks all through her body. Nothing could have stopped her unless her mother of father walked in at that moment and literally tore the rubber dong out of her body.
But Jack knew full well of the danger which might befall them any second. It was a race against the clock if there ever was one and it seemed that the girl was willing to take the risk. So he decided to take it along with her, breathing hard and moving his hand as fast as it could possibly go. There was time only to watch the girl as he pumped his meat, but not to touch her except at the thighs for fear that any extra motion might throw her over the edge into real fear and the rhythm would be irreparably broken.
She was frigging herself hard and fast, in perfect timing with the tempo of the man's handiwork and the danger of being discovered at any second seemed to boost the excitement level in both of them.
"Oh... oh... .ohh... " Erin wailed. She was at the end of her endurance.
The orgasm wracking her body, the very first of her young life was so intense that she was in actual pain all the time that it was happening.
She let her arms fall limply to her sides, and looked really ridiculous lying there like a discarded rag doll, with the dildo sticking out of her tight twat like a banana a child was trying to gobble all the way down in one bite. The humor was definitely there, but Jack was in no mood for laughter.
The sky was just about to fall in on him, and all he cared about was popping off before he got caught in there with her. Choking on his own breath by working so hard he began to feel he might be getting a stroke, Jack reached under his stiff rammer and tugged at his balls, then pumping one against the other.
It was something he had never done before. But then, he had never been in such a state of urgency before. With Erin lying back on the floor so delirious that she was mumbling to herself, Jack came to a quick orgasm now, spurting his come so far that it landed all over Erin's prostate form.
The whole deal was pretty messy, what with him shooting all over her and her own come running down the crack of her ass before it settled on the rug, but it was a help. As her vaginal muscles expanded for the overflow, they did loosen up sufficiently for the dildo to fall out of her body. Then his spray of come landed over her chest and the lower part of her face, rousing her instantly.
It couldn't have come a second later. Jack heard the crunching of footsteps along the gravel walk between the two houses and knew it would only be a matter of seconds before they were discovered. So Jack tossed her clothes into the girl's face as soon as he started getting up from the floor himself.
Erin seemed to be in a daze. She could only sit there and stare at the dildo lying on the rug and try to figure out what just happened. The clothes flung at her didn't seem to make any kind of an impression, and neither did the woman's voice and footsteps drawing ever closer.
"Come on, Erin. We have to get out of here," Jack whispered as he tried to drag her up by her arm.
"What? What...?" she murmured.
"Get up! What the hell's the matter with you? My wife is coming! We have to get out of here!"
But this didn't register in her mind either. She could only sit and stare at the discarded dildo, her hand over the swollen mound of her just opened cunt. Jack was in a panic and took the only course still open to him. He smacked the girl several times across her face and when she started to cry, her mind came back to reality.
"Okay now. Run in through the back way. No time for clothes, Run, damn you. RUN!!" he shouted.
Erin looked at him mutely. She was once again confused. But there was nothing she could say to him, and he had no time to say much to her at all.
She was out the door in a flash, dragging her jeans along the dew dampened grass and dropping her panties several times, causing even more precious time to be wasted as she searched around in the darkness. Jack waited to hear the storm door which led to the back kitchen slam, feeling his wife would no doubt hear the noise and figure out immediately what was going on.
But Erin had come to grips with herself just in time to realize what a noise the door would make. She held onto it once inside and slowly pulled it shut so the sound was nearly inaudible.
Meanwhile, Jack was crawling around behind the playhouse until he came to the hurricane fence that bordered the two properties, and the two behind as well. His mind was racing to a solution working beautifully on adrenaline overload, and it came to him when he reached the junction of the four fences.
Because of that adrenaline it was a snap for him to vault the back fence and then run down the street behind his own as his wife stumbled around their own property in the dark. He was around to the front of their house and racing down the stairs to his workshop in the basement before the woman was even finished searching around their own backyard and then stumbling back along the gravel walk.
He started pounding away with a hammer and chisel as soon as he heard his wife opening the front door, and hoped he was making enough noise now for her to believe that he had been working down there all the time she was looking for him. His pants were closed all right, but there was a telltale stain on both sides of his fly, and his face, he was sure, had to be a livid shade of red, so he turned down the light a bit and spilled some grease over the work counter and on his pants as well. With all the mess around, he guessed that one stain would look pretty much like the others. And a few minutes later Jack found out he was right.
"I can't believe it," she stammered, "I've been looking all over the neighborhood, and you've been down here all the time? What happened to you? You look like you've been run over with a truck."
"OH, just an emergency repair job. I'm sorry I made such a mess of things down here. I was rushing to clean up, and I guess I just made very thing worse," he said.
"Why don't you forget about that for tonight? Come Upstairs and get cozy with me," she suggested as she winked her eye to put what she hoped was the right emphasis on her words.
This didn't go unnoticed by Jack. He could tell she wanted to make another one of her grandstand attempts at being sexy and possibly turning him on to a tumble in the hay with her. But the way she always went about it was so stiff and overly theatrical, the best he could ever achieve was an erection which was more down than up. If she would just be relaxed and natural, not use sex as a weapon against him or an aid to getting him into the mood for one of her major purchases, then there still might be a chance they could learn to get it on together.
If only she could learn a lesson from a sweet, innocent thing like Erin. Her fears and her excitement had been strictly on the level, and in the long run she more than made up for her lack of physical attributes with her unadultered zest for learning. An older woman could never have gone from awkwardly innocent to sexual pioneer so easily or with such angelic grace.
No, there wasn't any way in the world the mature woman could even come close to turning him on that night. As far as he was concerned, she could try everything in her limited repertoire and nothing would work. Not on that night. Even while he was following her up the stairs, his thoughts were all on Erin.
He wondered how she was doing now that she was in the house with her little friend. Was she in pain? There had to be an uncomfortable aftermath and more than one sore muscle in her body from the way he had seen her straining towards the end of the fuck. Of course the pain might not be too severe with a girl of her youth and agility.
She might even be feeling so exhilarated after her debut at fucking that she was gaily telling her bosom chum all about it, and they might even be talking about a return bout for Erin, or some of the same brand of kicks for Gwen. Just the thought of the two girls, at the very peak of their innocence before blossoming into full-fledged woman, and his cock started to lift its head again.
His wife happened to turn around and look at him during that moment and she quickly took in the rising bulge in his grease-stained pants. Her heart started beating a little faster. Maybe she would be able to seduce him this time. There was a sale on sportswear at her favorite store, and she couldn't bear to miss it. But she was overcharged on her account and only fresh money from her husband was going to make the situation any better.
She did see a smile on his face, and since there wasn't any reason to believe otherwise, the woman supposed the beginnings of the hard-on and the smile her husband was wearing no doubt had to be intended for her. It was beginning to look as if with very little trouble at all this was one night when she was going to succeed.
"Why don't you just take it easy in the den?" she suggested. "I can bring a snack and drinks in there."
"Yeah. That sounds good. I really am bushed tonight. Guess I worked a lot harder than I thought."
Instead of just slapping some food on bread and bringing him beer straight from the can, the conniving woman made a dip and some chips for dunking as well. It was one of Jack's favorite snacks. And for the drink there was white wine and authentic wine glasses, not the makeshift tumblers she usually used because they were nearer at hand.
And she even took the trouble to quickly check her face in the downstairs bathroom mirror, although she didn't take the trouble to freshen up her make-up or change into anything more seductive than the plain navy slacks she was wearing and the navy blouse to match. Even a brightly colored or printed scarf would have helped a great deal, but after so many years of living with the man, she believed it wasn't necessary for her to take the trouble.
Jack was just about ready to doze off in his seat when she came back into the room carrying a tray. She placed it on the end table at his right hand and even went so far as to pour the wine into a glass and hold it out to him.
"It's nice and cozy in here, isn't it?" she ventured.
"Yeah. I guess it is."
"Maybe I can make it really cozy. I could sit on your lap and feed you little tidbits and wine. You could make believe you were a great Roman emperor and I could be your slave."
The fantasy was very appealing to him. Only his wife wasn't the female he wished to see being cast in the role of slave. With everything she said and did to keep the man's attention on herself, Jack's mind kept wandering back to the girl and the session in the playhouse. If there was some way to get away with it, Jack could easily make some pretty terrific plans for the two for them... and maybe if dreams could come true, he might actually be able to add one or two more sweet young things to his following.
"Jack... Jack!" she called nearly in his ear.
"Oh, did you say something? Guess my mind was kind of drifting. I really am bushed."
"I was saying, since I forgave you for the mess you made in the basement and all over your clothes, you might be willing to forgive me enough for overcharging at the store to give me a little extra cash this week. You see... "
"No, I don't see," he suddenly bellowed. "I don't see at ALL! You don't want me and you don't care if I'm happy or not. All you care about is pleasing yourself. So since that's the way that things are, you don't need me for anything but money. As for the sex, you can just go fuck yourself," he said and stormed out of the room.
That did it for him. There wasn't any way in the world he was going to screw that woman ever again if he could get away with it. He wasn't a male whore, after all, and even a husband had to have the right to stick his dick where he pleased and not where he was supposed to if there was any choice in the matter.
So where was he supposed to go now, and what was he supposed to do? His wife was a snobby woman. As soon as he stopped even giving her the once in a while, athletic fuck that just went on as long it took him to pop and then the woman couldn't wait to get his carcass off of her body, she was bound to start wondering where he was going for his action.
And just where was he going, come to think of it? The chance he had with the girl on that night had to be one in a million. There just wasn't any way that he dared to risk it again. As it was right at that very moment she might be on the phone with the police, and just as serious, with her mother.
What was worst of all about that possibility was he actually never did get to fuck her, and to his way of thinking, it just wasn't fair for him to be locked up without ever getting the chance to slip his dick into that tight twat.
Now that was really something for him to think about... somehow getting her to do herself with the dildo wasn't as bad as fucking her with his own dick. At least that was the way it seemed to him. A dildo wasn't... "Oh, my God," he cried out to the night air as he stood on the front porch. "Whatever happened to the dildo?"
No longer caring now where his wife thought he was, Jack took a quick trot back into the neighbor's backyard and groped around on the grass without the benefit of his flashlight until he head bumped against the wall of the playhouse and he was able to stumble inside. On his hands and knees he searched in the darkness first coming upon the still wet puddles and reasoning he had to be getting close to it by then.
Sure enough his hand touched the thing, and he took a second to fondle it in the dark. That hunk of rubber had been inside the darling girl's twat, the place where he wanted to be himself.
On a sudden inspiration he put the thing to his nose so he could take a deep whiff and find out if girls really did smell better than woman. One pass across his face and he knew he was right. Jack had muff dived on many a female snatch to know a clean, sweet fragrance when he met it.
In fact, it smelled so sweet he couldn't resist putting the thing to his lips and taking a quick lick at it. It wasn't the most manly thing in the world to do, considering it was, after all, an artificial cock, but Jack at that moment couldn't have cared less about what was manly and what wasn't.
So Jack took that lick and liked what he tasted so much he had to wash the entire length and width around with his mouth and tongue, knowing full well how perverted such an action had to be, and perhaps loving the fresh taste sensation that much more because it was a perverted thing to do.
Once he had licked it clean, right down to the very last drop of girlish dew, Jack had the problem of what he was supposed to do with the thing. He couldn't very well take it back into the house now that his wife was home. And he couldn't very well leave it in the playhouse, either.
Then he remembered the once lived-in dog house at the far corner of their property and also remembered how their boxer, now dead, used to bury all of his bones out there. Chuckling to himself at the private joke of the master himself now burying a bone, Jack made his way to his own backyard and dug into the grass amid dirt with a weed whacker, then buried the thing. But he didn't dig down so deeply that he would not be able to find it at a moment's notice. After all, there wasn't any harm in dreaming there might be a return session for him and the girl. If one dream could come true, then what was the harm in hoping for another?
It wasn't until very much later that night when the full impact of Jack's perverse deed began to sink into the moral conscience of his being. So what if he didn't do the fucking with his own joint? He had still corrupted the girl's innocence and there wasn't an excuse in the world he could use to get around that.
The blood and the mess on the floor in the playhouse. Should he risk going out back again and trying to dispose of the liquid evidence? And how would Erin manage to explain what happened to the rug? Thoughtfully he peered out of his bedroom window trying to decide which way would be worse, to leave it alone and risk an adult finding it in a couple of days, or should he run out back and risk his own wife finding him back there?
Just when he was about to risk it, to run out there and make the big snatch on the run, he saw two dainty figures with candles in their hands, one leading the way for the other. Just a minute later the candles were going in the opposite direction and from the space between them, Jack correctly guessed they were carrying the rug between them.
So weren't necessarily dumb after all, and it also made him feel a little easier about what part Erin might play when her parents returned from their trip. She obviously wanted the scene kept a secret between the two of them, with the possible exception of her friend Gwen. Well, those girls all shared a certain code of honor and one girl wouldn't snitch on the other. It just wasn't done in that age group.
Maybe there really wasn't any reason at all for him to be worrying. Whether he had a chance with her again or not, they would have shared that secret, fabulously exciting moment together. Jack was sure his face and the dildo he gave her, and later on his own cock would be indelibly inscribed in her memory for all time.
They said the first man a girl has a sexual experience with was the one she thought of as the most sexy, the one she would compare all other men in her life to. This fact would give Jack an elevated stature in the girl's mind and he dug on that idea. It was a stupidly noble thought to be sure, but at least it was one which made him hate himself a little less.
And feeling a little more comfortable with his own conscience helped the restlessness he had been feeling ever since he came back into the house. Now when he laid down to bed, Jack felt there was an even chance he finally would be able to get some sleep without tossing and turning all night. In fact, he felt strangely content considering that all he got that night was a hand job, and his own hand, no less. There was only one answer. It had to be the rejuvenating effect of doing something really dirty with an innocent young child.
CHAPTER SIX
Meanwhile, at the same hour of the night, two girls were wide awake in their babydolls sitting cross-legged on Erin's bed and talking their little hearts out. Now that she was over the initial shock of what had passed between herself and the older man, Erin felt so excited she described what happened with every bit as much color ands excitement as she would have if she was telling her friend about her first date with a young boy.
There had been some momentary discomfort for her, and a small degree of fear when she had gone to the bathroom and seen the fast-drying blood between her thighs. But the two girls looked up her symptoms in one of the family medical encyclopedias and found it was only her ruptured hymen causing her distress.
It described the phenomenon in such biblical terms that Erin did actually believe now that the blood meant she had become a fully matured woman, even if the man hadn't even touched her body. Gwen asked her a hundred questions, and what Erin could not answer with fact, she answered with her own fantasies. The dildo, of more ample proportions to begin with, became, in Erin's mind, an item that could put a tree trunk to shame for proportion and the size of Jack's organ was equally large.
The girl listened to her with rapt attention and even admitted to a certain amount of envy since Erin had all the other girls in their crowd now beat by a mile when it came to story-telling on Monday.
"Oh, no! We can't tell anybody, Gwen," Erin cautioned.
"Well, why not? This story is going to turn all of our friends positively green."
"Because I promised, for one. And besides, if my parents find out, they'll send me away to boarding school for sure. I'll probably be old and gray before they let me come home again."
"You could always tell them that he grabbed you off the street and dragged you kicking and screaming into the bushes and you tried your very best to fight him off and... "
"Oh, Gwen. You've been watching too many detective shows. They'll see that I wasn't beat up or anything. No, we can't tell them. Besides, I wouldn't want them to take him away in the paddy wagon and lock him up for a thousand years."
"Now who's been watching too many detective shows. They don't lock the man up until you pick him out of a line-up and you have to sit in the courtroom and tell the whole world everything that happened."
"I just couldn't do that, Gwen. It's okay to tell you all about it. But I'd simple die if they put me on the stand and drilled me."
So it turned out it was the girls' imaginations that really saved Jack, at least for the moment. Before they were so sleepy they dropped off right where they were sitting, the girls decided it was best they keep the secret between them. They would take an oath in blood drawn from their fingers with a safety pin. But of course, they could wait until the morning.
Erin popped off to sleep easily enough. She was exhausted from the emotional and physical tension she'd endured out in the playhouse. But Gwen couldn't fall asleep so easy or so well. Her mind was a turmoil of fears and excitations. They were all so jumbled together her sleep was a much tortured one.
She was afraid of being touched by the man or forced to do what Erin had done. But the way Erin had glorified it all while playing down the blood and the gore made it seem like being a sexual captive might not have been so bad at all. She dreamt of taking Erin's place, and when she did so, it was to endure a great deal more violence and cruelty than there had been in reality.
Of course she came off as the classic heroine, suffering her toils and troubles with a stiff upper lip and not a single tear. And when it was time for her cherry to be broken, the same log-like instrument was used, but in her version it was attached to the villain's body.
By the time the sun came up the next day, Gwen was up and staring out the window that looked over Jack's side of the fence. She was still in a state of total confusion. First she thought of him as some kind of knight in shining armor or maybe a great lover from out of past history and she would swoon and be swept off her feet as the man carried her bodily to a flower strewn bower where he laid her down on the scented grass and made wild, passionate love to her.
But a few seconds later she thought of him as a horrible, evil-smelling monster who would ravage her and leave her to die in a pool of her own blood. Of course, much more blood than Erin had dropped. But horrible as she could make it seem in her mind, Gwen still stood with her nose pressed to the window and her fingers crossed in the hopes she would see the fabled man and able to draw her own conclusions about which of her two versions he really fit. She could have put on a robe before coming to the window, but in the back of her mind she was hoping Jack would come out, look right up to her window and make a grab for her after scaling the wall and climbing through the window.
And then she remembered the rug they had dragged into the house. She went downstairs and into the basement where they had stashed the thing behind some old trunks. It looked even worse than it had the night before, now stiff with jizz and dried blood.
Gwen shivered. It looked like the evidence for a murder or something equally horrid. Her friend Erin must have really been brave, able to talk about it like it was nothing at all. Gwen was no longer sure she could top her best friend, or even that she would want to.
But then, as she forged through the refrigerator for something to eat that didn't need any preparation, she happened to look out the window facing the yard. Sure enough, there was Jack, down on his hands and knees digging in the dirt in front of the doghouse as if he were the dog and he was searching for his buried bone.
Breathless, she watched him, wondering if maybe he had a girlish body buried back there, an experiment such as the one he'd put Erin through, but an experiment which failed. Soon he stopped digging and reached in with both his hands, bringing out a long, soil-covered object which she immediately recognized as the item Erin had told her about.
In real life it looked almost as menacing as it had in her dreams. And then Jack looked up and saw her staring out the window. She didn't know whether to bolt and run or stay as she was in the hopes that she would catch the man's attention.
It was a strange predicament for the girl. In her body she hovered at the halfway point between girlhood and womanhood, and now it seemed she hovered at the point in her mind as well. In spite of her fear and the lack of knowledge beyond what Erin had told her, there was the same burning curiosity she felt whenever there was a new dance step to be learned or another piece on her guitar.
Her imagination would not rest until she had learned as much on her own as she could. But this one particular subject couldn't be learned from books or on a public dance floor, and Gwen wasn't at all sure she had the courage to get this man interested in her and actually go after her information first hand. She might have sat as she was and pondered over it for hours, but Erin came bouncing down from the stairs and the two girls turned to snappy music, makeshift breakfasts of salty snacks and milk, and then to the plans for the day with some of their other friends.
Jack and what had happened because of him was pushed back into the furthest recesses of their young minds. Phone calls, dressing in jeans for touch football in the park (the closest contact any of the girls had with the male body) and ice cream sodas afterwards. Soon the music got loud and the laughter of their friends as they congregated on Erin's porch to wait for the last of their friends to join them before they took off for the park, and it reached the upstairs bedroom where Jack was trying to get some more sleep because he had spent a very restless night.
Once again he was dreaming of fucking the girl with his own dick, and when the sounds of all that happy youth and vitality reached his ears, he awoke with a start and a raging hard-on. His wife was gone, no doubt with her friends for one of the tutoring sessions in some sport or other that they were always having.
Jack listened to the teenage play and couldn't recall a time when he had ever felt older or more alone. He would have given his left nut for the guts to just walk over there and demand that Erin make her friends leave so he could drag her back to the privacy of the playhouse.
He had fallen asleep in his jockey shorts, but he paid it no mind as he went to the window so he could see all the clowning around on the front porch as they waited for Erin and Gwen to get ready. The shade was already up and Jack lifted the window as if he didn't want even this slight barrier between them.
It was just at that moment when Erin and Gwen walked out to the porch. For some reason unknown to the girls, Erin had to turn her head and look upward at the side of Jack's house. The bulge in his shorts, already quite noticeable, grew to even fuller proportions.
Erin stared and there was no mistaking in the widening of her eyes and the way that she turned her body almost fully to his window. Her mind was dwelling on his cock, and this fact made him feel strangely better, even if he couldn't get any closer to her, at least for the moment.
The girl's face grew red and she quickly turned away, but not soon enough as Gwen looked up to see what her friend was staring at, and caught a glimpse of the man and his jam-packed pouch for the first time. Now she could understand why Erin sounded so frightened when she told her friend of the size of a man's cock.
This girl was equally puzzled as to how a woman like her mother was able to get anything that fat and long inside of what Gwen thought was as small a hole as her own. But Erin had lived to tell the tale, and Gwen realized it must not have been all that bad. As the weekend wore on, this girl was becoming more and more curious to find out how a cock worked for herself.
But she would have died if she had to come out and ask to be shown. She couldn't even bring herself to tell Erin of her interest. Much less express it to the man. Would Jack want something with Erin on that Saturday night as well? This was a question that remained with Gwen all that day, but it was not one that she shared with any other friends, including Erin. So she could not know that Jack and his big dick were on Erin's mind as well.
She still had not fully recovered from the impact of the shock, the fear, the pain and later on a set of good vibrations that had completely blown her mind. So both girls were in the same preoccupied condition all during the afternoon, and they asked to be off early, claiming they were very tired from having stayed up too late gabbing the night before.
Both girls had the same subject on their minds, being Jack and the many questions they had because of him. Erin especially, because of what she had gone through the other night, was particularly restless. A good girl, essentially from a good home, she was troubled by the new awareness caused by Jack and wished she could go back to being a simple girl again.
That playhouse was the symbol of her In it she had enjoyed her simple fantasies and like Alice in Wonderland had hostessed many a tea party with her dolls and friends. Now she wished with all her heart she could just go back a couple of years in time and have her worst troubles a stuffed panda bear who had lost one of its ears.
Erin became more unhappy by the minute and was very close to asking her friend to go back to her own home so she could be alone with her sad thoughts. But then she looked at Gwen and noticed that her best pal was just as upset as she was.
"What's wrong with you Gwennie? I was the one who got, well, you know last night. You look really like the pits," Erin said.
"Since when are you the only ones allowed to feel down? Maybe I'm just in a deep, dark, mood tonight."
"Maybe you're just jealous because a grown man looked at me and not you."
"You're a nasty girl. Do you know that?" Gwen shot back.
"You're jealous. You're jealous," Erin chanted.
"And posh to you," Gwen answered before she ran up the stairs to collect her things from Erin's room and stuff all of it in the red hatbox that she usually used for dancing class.
"You're not my best friend anymore. Maybe I'll just tell on you. If we're not best friends we don't have to keep secrets."
"You dare and I'll scratch your eyes out," Erin retorted. "I'll say the same thing happened to you."
"All right. I won't tell. But you're still not my best friend. And I won't talk to you ever again."
Gwen walked out of the house in a real huff, but she felt badly as soon as she got a few feet down the street. She really did like Erin very much, and besides, staying with her was a good chance for Gwen to see more of Erin's 'Mister Jack' as they called him.
Looking was more than enough for Gwen in that state of her life, but now all she could do was go home and hope Erin found an excuse to call her, so they could make up again. It was such a dismal way to end what was beginning to look like a great weekend.
Unknown to her, Erin was feeling every bit as badly as her friend was over their argument. In fact, she was actually crying. Picking up her Raggedy Ann from her rocking chair, Erin hugged the doll closely to her pubescent chest and ran down the stairs and out through the back door. She wished with all her heart now that she was that silly girl who still believed that babies could be found in the cabbage patch.
Like the classic lost soul, Erin dragged herself sobbing into Raggedy's neck out along the little gravel path and into her very own playhouse. In her momentary distress she was able to forget a man had made her do some terrible things there.
But not for very long. As the girl sat down on one of the tiny chairs and started talking to her doll as if that cotton creature were now her best friend, she heard a rustling through the grass, and then a thud as if someone had jumped over the fence.
It was Jack! He had done nothing else but watch the girl's house ever since he awoke that morning, and knew that Gwen had gone storming out a little while ago. Even though it was broad daylight, and his own wife might be home at any moment, Jack could not resist the urge to at least get close to the darling again.
She was sitting there feeling so dejected that her tears fell quietly on her dolly's face. So dejected and deep into her misery that she didn't actually hear the man hit the top of his head on the low doorway as he tiptoed inside.
He was horney enough at that moment to rape and the uncomfortable bulge in his pants was proof of that. Every excuse she could come up with for going back into her house was covered by his agile mind.
But the last thing in the world he expected or was equipped to encounter was the girl looking especially child-like as she sobbed out her sorrows to her favorite doll. It broke him up to see her looking so sad and knowing that his deeds were probably at the bottom of it.
So he scooped her up in his brawny arms, taking her by surprise, but doing it so softly that she could not be frightened. The rag doll fell to the floor and Erin's tears quickly dried as the man nuzzled his face against her neck and covered it with light, baby-like kisses. It was precisely what she needed.
So grateful was the girl for the sudden companionship and especially the understanding affection that she threw her slender arms around his neck and when he bent her at the waist she threw her legs around his middle as well. That robbed Jack of the last of his self-control. He bent his mouth to cover hers and kissed her so passionately that he took the . breath away.
Then a split second later, and much to his surprise, Erin kissed him back, her mouth open because she didn't really know how to form her lips, but what she lacked by way of experience could not have mattered less. She kissed the man with such sheer vitality he was turned on to her all over again, as wildly and as passionately as he had the first time that he was alone with her in the playhouse.
She was totally unaware of what was happening between them, happy only that someone was there to ease her sorrows. But Jack was getting more than affection from her. She had spread her legs so wide apart to get around his middle, and was hugging him so tightly that her little pussy was open and he could actually feel the lips of it pressing against his belly. And when gravity pulled her body down a bit she was actually sitting with her rump on his hard-on and bouncing up and down on it as only an innocent could do.
If he wasn't still hanging on the last shreds of his self-control he would have ripped the pants off and fucked her right then and there. Doing it to her would not have made his sin any more gross than it already was, but he still couldn't make himself screw her while she still retained any of her innocence. At least not her cunt. That was traditionally the role of a grown woman, and once he did that to her, anybody could say that he had taken a virginity.
Oh, he wanted to fuck her all right, and she seemed to be in the kind of mood that would allow him to get into her pants without much trouble at all. If only there was another way, and if only he could get away with it. There were so many things he wanted to teach her, and he was so sure that Erin would be more than happy to learn them from him.
"We shouldn't be doing this," he groaned as he forcefully put her down on her feet.
"But please Jack. You're making me feel all happy again. Please Jack. I wanna hug some more."
So the tables were turned in a manner of speaking and Jack was at a total loss. This time around she was unconsciously pulling for greater intimacy and Jack felt he must control the situation before they went too far. No matter how much the girl teased him, knowingly or unknowingly, the burden of guilt was still going to be upon him.
"Can we kiss some more, please?" she asked with a very sly expression and her mouth pursed.
"That's enough! Don't you know what you're doing to me?" he shouted and took several steps in the direction of the entrance, stopping just inches short of leaving her in there.
"Please don't leave me," she whimpered. All thoughts of what the man had done to her the night before were gone.
"You're much too young. I never should have started this in the first place," he said.
"I am not too young!" she declared and stamped her dainty little foot for emphasis.
"I'm getting out of here as fast as I can. You'll thank me for this one of these days," he declared and made for the doorway again.
"If you walk out of here and leave me alone, I'll scream my head off."
And to make sure that he didn't doubt her, Erin began to raise her voice until it was very close to a high pitched wail and very possible the neighbors on all three sides of her would no doubt hear it if he allowed her to continue for very long.
"Okay, you win," he told her, and turned to come back into the playhouse.
"Good. Now this is my house and I get to play whatever game I want to. Right?"
Jack thought for a second before he answered that one, but he felt that she wouldn't have been thinking of anything concerning screwing so he silently agreed with a helpless shrug of his shoulders.
"Good. Now this is the way we're going to play house. I'll be the mommy and you'll be the daddy."
"Okay."
"So you just came home from work. That means you have to kiss me hello, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess it does."
And that was all the opening that Erin needed. Once again she jumped up and flew into his arms. With her legs and thighs she climbed up his body like a monkey climbing a tree, and Jack was so hot sweat was pouring out all over his body. His fists were clenched because he wanted so badly to rip the clothes right off "Come on. Kiss me. Don't you kiss your wife when you come home from work?"
He couldn't, wouldn't answer that question for her. Even the mere mention of the woman that he had come to loathe, turned his stomach. No, Jack wanted only to think of the new "mommy", the darling who couldn't possibly do anything but make him happy. There wasn't any problem of breaking old habits in a broad when a guy started with such a young, fresh stuff.
So he picked her up and held her with his arms under her tiny, soft ass so that she could reach his face and kiss him all over it. She kissed his eyebrows, his ears, each eye, even his nose and finally his mouth with tiny little kisses that felt more like a raindrop on his face than a feminine romantic emotion.
Everything about her was dainty and fresh. In comparison to the small , Jack felt huge and supremely masculine. He loved to be looking down on her as he was, and Erin loved looking up at his strong masculinity because while her parents were away, this was the person who meant security and affection.
Erin was only after that much from the man, but there was no way he could be so close to her succulent young body without going sexually insane. He was just too turned on by her to be manageable. This second time that the girl wound her body around his was the breaking point. There was no going back to innocence from that moment on..
He bent to kiss her again. But this time he was a frigging horny stud, and she was a hungry, searching female. Her mouth was open and he stabbed his tongue in there, revelling in the clean taste of her and once again wishing that his taste buds were sampling a very different and equally fresh hole. She was so pliant, so willing.
She was being turned on in more ways than she could understand. Part of it was the gratification of a need. She didn't feel lonely and forlorn anymore. But that didn't explain the warm tingling that she felt between her legs, or the way that the room seemed to be getting incredibly close and steamy.
His body was so big and hard, and yet Erin felt as snug and comfortable as if she were hugging her own stuffed teddy bear. As she nuzzled in his neck, Erin thought she felt a hand running all up and down her little ass. And then it moved quickly across her nearly barren chest, a motion which she absolutely could not ignore.
This was what older girls talked about all the time. Their boyfriends always tried to feel them up. And while they were supposed to fight it, they were only supposed to after the guys had gotten a little sample of what they were looking for. So Erin said nothing while the older man copped his feel here and there.
She tried to pretend that she didn't know what was going on, but when he deliberately pushed his hand between her thighs and cupped it upward so his palm was feeling the dampness of her little pussy, Erin started to tremble. The situation was starting to get a little unmanageable for her. It was last night all over again, and Erin was getting scared.
She wanted the closeness of his body, and she wanted to feel like a grown woman. But there was something that she emphatically did not want, and that was any more pain.
Erin still did not believe that a cock or a facsimile of one could fit into her tiny pussy without hurting a lot. It occurred to her that the man might be thinking of using his own joint, and she was afraid taking it on would probably tear her insides to shreds.
"I wanna go down now," she said.
Jack tried to study her expression so he could figure out what was bothering her, but it all went down too quickly. Her smile was now a somber expression and her once pliant body was now rigid in his arms.
Hating himself for what he imagined was his going too far, he let her down gently to the floor and she quickly turned away from him, not wanting the man to see that she was on the verge of tears.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I don't want you to, you know what, with your you know what," she sobbed.
Jack broke out into laughter. He couldn't help it even when he noticed that it made the girl cry all the harder. There was a girl who had been fucked with a dildo, embracing him and kissing him until his balls were screaming for mercy, and yet she couldn't say the words that went with the territory.
Erin cried all the harder, and Jack could have kicked himself. He was losing ground with her steadily, and then he had to go and laugh at her in the bargain. Erin wouldn't even turn to face him, much less allow herself to be stripped or anything else that the man had in mind.
He tried to turn her around and he tried to kiss the back of her neck when he saw his first attempt wasn't going to work.
"Please don't be mad at me," he said.
"I won't if you don't try to hurt me, Please Mr. Jack. I've been good. Please don't punish me like you did the last time."
"Oh, baby. I'm sorry about last night. I really am. Catching you at the window was as much my fault as it was yours. I won't hurt you again. I swear I won't."
That was all she needed to hear. The tears stopped flowing as if she had turned off some imagined faucet and she turned to the man with a big smile on her face.
"Okay. Let's play house again."
"Just give me a couple of minutes first."
Before she could answer one way or the other, Jack was out behind the playhouse and digging frantically into his pants to straighten out a hard-on that was really killing him by then. He wished that it would go down. That would be the only chance he had to keep himself from fucking.
But touching it was the last thing in the world that he should have been doing. Once his fly was open, the hot thing sprang up so hard that it almost hit him in the face. It was burning hot and his balls were itching. He just couldn't stand it any longer, but the more he scratched, the harder he tried to soothe his burning prick, the harder and hotter it became.
Not even his guilty conscience was making his prick go down, and that was his one and last chance at keeping himself from taking to girl's body and fucking it to death. He wished he could beat it into submission, pour cold water over it, anything that would keep him from what he knew he could not trust his hunger to stay away from.
No, nothing was going to work and he was only making the situation worse by rubbing it. Already juice was streaming out of the tip and he couldn't wait a second longer to get back inside with the girl. Heaven help him, and especially her. Jack knew he could never rest from his own dirty drive until he had stuck himself into her all the way up to his balls, and pumped her full of manly come.
He had half a mind to stand out there and jerk himself off, but Erin would be wondering where he was pretty soon. It was bad enough that he had to resort to those measures the night before when all he intended to do that time was teach her a lesson. Now it was she who was teaching him a lot he didn't want to know about himself.
Seeing that he wasn't going to get the situation under any kind of control outside, he figured that he might as well rejoin the girl and hope that she got really frightened this time so that he would be forced to send her back into her house. He folded his cock up against his belly and zipped his pants, hoping that the tremendous bulge wouldn't be obvious to her. But of course that was ridiculous.
"Why did you leave me alone so long?" she whimpered as soon as Jack rejoined her.
"What difference does it make. I'm here now. Look, sit down someplace. I have to talk to you and there may not be much more time. My wife should be coming home any second."
"I don't wanna talk. I wanna play. I let you play the game you wanted yesterday. Now it's my turn."
All the time she was talking, Erin was tugging at his hand and chugging it against her face just the way she used to do when she wanted to wheedle something out of her father. It was a gesture that he could not ignore. She was just that adorable.
He melted. No man in the world would have been able to resist her. Not that it made him any less ashamed of himself for what he was planning to do to her.
She came to him on the run, wanting to leap right into his arms and cuddle. But it would never do for him. Even though he was sure she didn't understand, his masculine pride fought against her finding out that he was already so hot that he could not control an early pop.
So instead of speaking softly to her as he was sure she wanted him to do, Jack's voice became very gruff.
"You sit down and behave yourself or I'm going to beat the hell out of you."
"You're a meanie. A meanie," and she started to bawl, clenching her hands into little fists and landing her blows to whatever part of his body she could reach. At that moment it happened to be his balls.
If she had been a shade or two stronger, Jack's nuts would have been seriously damaged, but as it was, all she succeeded in doing was raising his anger. Erin was aware that the man's mood was changing, but she couldn't stop herself from the petulant task once she had taken it.
He was getting angrier by the second, more a stern parent than a lover or stud now and his body motions should have told her she was moving into serious trouble, but she paid it no mind. "Stop it, Erin," he said in an angry but controlled voice.
"Meanie, meanie," she said over and over.
"This is the last time I'm going to tell you."
"I don't care. You are a meanie."
"That does it."
He swooped the child up in his arms and sat himself down on the little table because it was probably the only piece of furniture in there that would be able to support his bulk. He was thinking only as a parent then, and an angry parent at that.
She was over his lap face down before even he understood what was going to happen. He pulled her jeans down and then her white cotton panties, exposing the roundest, firmest bottom he had seen in many a year. A sense of manly power came over him. He was really going to enjoy turning that succulent white skin a nice shade of rosy red.
Meanwhile Erin was figuring out what was going to happen to her. She had it in her mind to apologize. But he had her bare belly and tiny twat resting tightly right over his hard-on and she kind of liked the way it felt. That alone was sufficient reason not to struggle. But then something else came to her mind. Why should she show him she was really afraid or that he was about to hurt her. Pretending that she didn't care or didn't feel anything when her daddy would spank her always did the trick with him. He would become red in the face and very frustrated and finally give up because he felt the punishment wasn't reaching her, and he didn't want to do her any real harm.
So she clenched her teeth, tried to settle down against his hard-on as best she could and closed her eyes, the cutest little martyr that Jack had ever seen. He was almost ashamed to be hitting her when she looked so adorable, and when she reached one of her hands under her belly so that she could rest her palm on his swollen balls Jack thought that he was going to blow his mind altogether.
The only way he could go on with the process of spanking her was to keep in mind that he owed it to see that she kept going straight and did not become a little tramp because of her early debut at the art of fucking. And she was begging for the punishment.
"You're a meanie. I hate you and I hate this thing," she said as she deftly pinched the hard lump under his pants.
And it hurt like hell! Somehow her small hand and the heavy fabric had not saved him from really feeling what she was doing and he became blind with fury. Nobody was going to hurt his pride and joy and get away with it. Jack raised his hand and started bringing it down on her tender little rump.
The first few blows were intended to only scare her a little, as he actually thought that he would be able to control himself not to really hurt her. But one smack to the firm cheeks and he felt his cock jumping up against her belly.
She felt too good to his touch, and she was taking it much too well for him. Even a single tear or hearing her begging him to stop would have ended the punishment right then and there. But Erin made no sounds at all, and he did not feel any tears falling into his lap.
But what he did feel was her pinching his balls again, and he had no choice but to raise his hand even higher and whale the tar out of her. The smack to her bottom landed hard, and the sting of it brought an instant flow of tears. Jack could have stopped now, but he no longer wanted to. There was something about the way that her asscheeks were blushing.
He had never been an ass man in a manner of speaking. But then he had never been treated to any as beautifully young and tender as here either. The more he spanked her, the more beautiful the appearance and feel of her ass became.
Something was happening to him that he couldn't understand at first. But when he did, after a few more resounding slaps to the girls tender bottom, he wished that he had never thought of spanking her.
Jack was getting turned on to the girl's ass. He had never fucked woman or child in that manner before. From the gab going on as his club a lot of men fucked their women in their rear door. But his wife, true to her form, had looked so shocked at even the mere suggestion of such an act that he never brought the subject up again. For a while he had even forgotten about the subject.
But-he could not forget it while Erin was so near at hand and he Was staring down at the most beautiful piece of ass the man had ever seen. Why, she was even taunting him, and for a brief second he wondered if this was deliberate on her part, whether she was getting turned on to the spanking without realizing it herself.
Erin wasn't at first. She was merely fighting the spanking with the only weapon that she had, her taunting. But a few smacks later, the game, as she saw it, took a different turn and Erin was beginning to like the way her tummy felt every time it was smashed down against the man's hard-on by another of his well-placed smacks.
With just a little more wriggling around she could feel his hard-on rubbing against her naked cunt, and when he smacked her a little harder, it pressed right into slit. Suddenly it didn't matter how much her ass got hut. The great things that were happening to the front of her body more than made up for it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Every time he smacked down hard, Erin tried to position herself so his cock would push right up against her slit. She hadn't forgotten the pain of the night before, but she also hadn't forgotten how great she had felt all the way inside her tummy when she had her cunt filled to the brim with the fake cock before either.
She was thinking about getting herself stuffed with the real thing this time around because Erin had never been a girl to deny herself whatever pleasure suited her fancy at the moment. She was spoiled from a doting family, and anything she wanted she was always sure to get.
Even the spanking was starting to feel good on her ass. It wasn't that she was enjoying it so much because she could easily have done without it but she very much enjoyed the way her body was sent smashing down against the big tool, like the outside of her was being fucked the way he had forced her to do to the inside the night before.
Meanwhile, Jack's mind was running back and forth between wanting to fuck her cunt and wanting to fuck her ass. Whenever he took his hand away from the girl's now rosy pink bottom, she would raise it a little and wiggle it back and forth, as if she were daring him to spank her any more.
Both would be positively sinful, but which one of them would be harder for him to live with? If she weren't such a young girl, Jack could have been more gallant and asked her what her preferences were. But since she was much too young to have any, he made the decision for her.
For all intents and purposes, she was still very much a virgin. After all, she had never been fucked by a man. And Jack was not looking for that dubious horror. So it was settled in his mind long before they got into any heavy sexual action.
Erin's mind was devoid of anything specific. Now that she was way past being frightened of this man, she no longer thought ahead to what he might be wanting to try on her. Whatever it was, she was certain she was going to like it. Even the dreaded spanking had turned into something of a game, and his smacks on her behind were getting lighter all the time.
Towards the end, they were more caresses than spanks, and on Erin's already sensitized rump, she felt tingling sensations of heated pleasure jumping around all over her spine. There had once been a time, with her father, that the same thing happened. His spanks were starting to feel kind of good, and then he suddenly jumped up, let the girl topple to the floor and ran out of the room like his ass was on fire.
Erin never did get an explanation for that from her father. But it was beginning to make sense to her now. Jack was getting the same way her father had been that time, and come to think of it, her father had a big bulge in his pants, too.
But this time the man with the bulge wasn't trying to run away from her. She was going to get a chance to play with his toy, the real thing, and it was starting to look like a fun time already. Jack seemed unable to make up his mind about spanking her any more, and she didn't know what he was going to do next.
So Erin decided to make some plays for herself. Giggling loudly in spite of the hand which covered her mouth, Erin started tickling Jack's balls and making him laugh in spite of the anger he was trying to retain.
"Is it my turn to pick the game now?" she teased.
Jack burst out laughing. There was no way in the world he could keep a serious expression or thought with this darling patting his hard-on as if it were a little puppy and talking about fun and games. Only could put the spirit of fun back into his sex life, and Erin was already proving she was just the girl to do it.
"Do you know what you're doing to me, you little devil?"
"Sure. I'm making you all happy again. Don't you want me to be happy, too, Mr. Jack?"
He couldn't resist a moment longer. Jack bent his head down and kissed first the left cheek of her bright pink ass, and then the right. Erin's giggle turned into a hearty laugh, and she started to squirm about so much she rolled right off his lap.
She landed on the floor on her belly, and Jack slid down so that he would join her there. He wrapped his arms around and she burrowed her nose into the hair on his chest, looking for all the world like a bunny rabbit foraging in a lettuce patch.
There just wasn't any way he could think of any more serious way. It was all good fun, and yet the man could not remember a time when he had been more turned on over anyone.
"All right, little love. Just what is it you want to play with me," Jack asked.
"I wanna play Popeye and Olive Oyl."
The names were certainly familiar, but Jack had to dig way back in his past before he understood what she was talking about. Popeye was a cartoon sailor and Olive Oyl was his skinny woman. He kind of liked the role of a make-believe sailor, translated into its most raunchy terms, of course.
Making a game of it was fine with him, but it was even more so with Erin. When the situation was put in such... form, she felt more capable of dealing with it.
"Okay now. I'll make up the story and you act it out."
"No, dear. I'll make up the story," Jack said. "I'm going to be the sailor all right. But you're going to be a barroom floozie. Do you know what that is?"
"Well, not really," she said as she plopped her finger into her mouth because she was worried the situation was getting out of hand again.
"Oh, it's a good part. I promise you that. So what do you say? If you don't like the game we can forget all about it."
"Okay. But you better give me a part that's all grown up. I don't want to play any kiddy stuff."
What he wanted to do was lay her flat on her little belly and fuck the shit out of her ass, but there wasn't any way she could take that without getting her more into the mood first. He opened his pants and let his hard cock pop out. And then he leaned over the girl, wanting to kiss her ass again and maybe worm his wet tongue up her rear hole two or three times to get it nice and lubricated.
"Jack! Jack! For pity's sake. Where are you always running off to??" Jack's marriage partner called out.
Damn it all, and in broad daylight, too, Jack thought. Erin was immediately frightened. She pulled her pants up and ran for cover under the round table. Jack wasn't going to be able to get off so easily. His wife already had him spotted before his fly was fully zipped. But his back was to the door and he just about got away with it.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked in a very suspicious tone in her voice.
"I, uhh... well, I thought I saw a mouse or maybe it was a rabbit in here."
"And you were just being noble since Erin's alone for the weekend. Isn't that sweet."
Her voice was positively dripping with sarcasm, and for a while Jack thought she just might know what was going on, the woman always did have a jealous, evil mind, and from the way that she walked right out again, he saw she really didn't know anything concrete.
So he gathered his wits as best he could and followed the woman back to their own home, not even daring to look back for even a second to see where Erin was and if she was watching them. Being with her was a little too risky. In a way, he was grateful to his wife for breaking their tryst up. If not for her, he would now be carrying a tremendous burden of guilt.
Maybe she would even be useful in keeping him away from Erin in the future. He just didn't trust his own self-control any more.
And what of Erin's? The girl peeped through the curtains, her face hidden by them except for her eyes. She watched the crestfallen man following his wife and looking every bit like a puppy carrying its tail between its legs because it had just be scolded for piddling in the wrong place.
In a way it was kind of comical, seeing a grown man in the position she usually thought appropriate to naughty children. But she also was being punished, and the funny part was her actually getting to taunt him into spanking her more and the funny way it stopped hurting after a while, and started to feel good. Freaky good.
Seeing him walk off with his wife gave the girl a very empty feeling, and yet she had more than enough reason to be hating the guy. Maybe it was for the best, she thought. Matters with Mr. Jack were really getting out of hand, and certainly for her. There was a craving to be touched by him, but there was also the fear of the unknown, and on top of that her father's warnings were still ringing in her ears,. Nice young ladies did not mess around with sex.
Well, it was mostly settled by now. Jack wouldn't come after her again, and she almost told him this herself, or did she? Well, never mind, she told herself. There probably wouldn't be a chance to be alone with him again. She was glad. Or was she?
CHAPTER EIGHT
She was alone in her house and some of the eerie feelings out of her early childhood came back to haunt her now. Erin went up to her room, turning on every lamp along the way and dragging her Raggedy Ann doll with her. She crawled into her window seat and sat there staring at the dark upstairs window in Jack's house.
It was that creepy time of the day, no longer really daytime, and not much in the sky to make it look like night. Erin was a very lonely girl, and not only for the lack of companionship in her house. She felt as if she were just floating, and no place in her childhood or in the womanhood yet to come seemed to be the right place to find any comfort.
This was the first time that she was alone and composed enough to examine her own changed feelings since the time that Jack had first introduced her to sex. Oh, it was a great kick to brag to Gwen and tell her how dynamite and sensational everything was. But Erin knew better. She knew, at least for the parts she had already been introduced to, it wasn't all fun and glory as she had described it to her best friend.
There was a sadness in it, too; but even Erin herself had not become aware of it until that very moment. Even though he had not actually fucked her, she still had to face the fact her total innocence was gone. Her cherry was gone!
This was the first moment the reality of her lost virginity truly hit the girl. What would happen if. her mother or father should notice the difference in her. Making her parents feel disappointed in her was the last thing in the world she wanted to do.
Erin stood in front of her mirror and tried to see if she looked different in any way. But about all she could find was the new proud way that she carried her body, and an indefinable softness as well. No, her parents wouldn't be able to tell much just from looking at her.
And that vague something that she saw in herself might only make them feel their young daughter was finally starting to grow up. But for goodness's sake, did she ever feel different! In the mirror she might still appear to be only eighteen-years-old, but inside Erin could sense a sexy person, a new person was starting to swim up to the surface of her personality.
Was she really sexier than she used to be? There was only one way she could really find out, Erin supposed. In school she had seen many times how the older girls added a wiggle to their walks, and stuck their ripening chests out as far in front of them as they could. And, oh, those boys! Did they ever go crazy when they watched a really stacked one pass them by.
She supposed it had to be pretty much the same thing with full grown men. Erin knew she didn't have much to show in the way of sexy tits, but she did have a cute little ass. Jack had told her so himself.
Her mother had told her a thousand times when she was growing up that the way to make a good impression on someone was for Erin to play down her faults and play up her attributes. That didn't leave Erin much to go on. About all she had was her ass and slightly curving hips which she could play up with the swivel walk she had practiced time and time again as she walked behind a more well-endowed girl, wishing that she herself had it up front where it counted.
How could she prove to herself that she had actually become a woman in so little time? Once again the brooding girl thought back to the very first session with Jack and along with the memory came the reminder that he was after all very much turned on by her.
Could she get him to feel that way about her again? Before the answer came to her mind, Erin realized that she was now looking for the very sort of trouble that she had tried to run away from. But that was serious, and this time Erin was playing it as more of a little charade.
In her youthful exuberance, the girl actually believed that she could play it as a sex kitten, and then walk away from the man untouched whenever she thought it was time to pick up her toys and head for home. She could always walk out on her friends whenever she felt like, so why should her relationship with Jack be any different?
To her, turning on the guy was nothing more or less than any of the other games she learned to play and enjoy. It was going to be all fun and nothing more. So how could anybody possibly get hurt?
She had the whole game well planned in her mind before she even went into her parents' bedroom to rummage through her mother's closets and see what she could come up with by way of a costume. Of course that was only the beginning. She would still have to come up with a plot for luring the man over to her place once the stage was set.
Erin should have been a lot more nervous than she actually was, but she was undertaking her role as if it were nothing more than a game of "Let's Pretend," a game she had played a thousand times with her little school friends ever since she had been old enough to talk.
But her agile young mind was working all the time that she was rummaging through her mother's belongings and trying to come up with an outfit she thought would be sufficiently sexy. Into her mother's large size bra, the girl stuffed two wads of nylon stockings. Both pieces of underwear were a shade of bright scarlet and although the panties were made of lace, no pubic hair of hers shone through the spaces because she didn't have a single one. All that could be seen was her own ivory flesh, and Erin was a little saddened by that because she had seen her mother wearing the very same pair and her bush poked prominently through the holes.
There wasn't much she could do about that, so Erin figured she had to count on the new fullness of her chest of make up for what she lacked down below. From the back of the closet where Erin's mother guessed her daughter would not search, the girl came up with a pair of black satin, high heeled slippers that she could barely walk in for fear of falling flat on her face. But they did make her look more grown-up and she decided to take a chance on wearing them when the big moment came.
Now she combed her hair loose and used her mother's curling iron to style her hair in a way that she hoped would look sexy. The top and sides came curling towards her face in a way so flattering that she looked positively angelic when Erin was hoping for a style which would make her look like the sex symbol of the current year.
Some dark blue eyeshadow, a cake of mascara on each eye that was an inch thick, a shade of lipstick that was as raging as the outfit she was wearing. Then the longest pair of rhinestone earrings that she could find, three costume jewelry necklaces, all in different colors and some bracelets to match. When all was in order, Erin pranced in front of her mother's full length mirror and decided Jack would find her an absolute knock-out the minute he laid eyes on her.
But now that she thought she had herself looking so great, Erin had to tackle the next problem which might not be as easy to solve. She wanted Jack to see how terrific she looked, but how was she supposed to get him back to her house? Erin thought and thought. She was really scared now that it was time for her to deal with the man himself.
It was one thing to make big, exciting plans, but it was quite something else to carry them out, especially when they involved an adult. Sadly now, she sat on the edge of the king-sized bed and tried to come up with a way for Jack to come over to the house. She just couldn't call the guy and ask him. There had to be a reason which sounded all right for his wife as well.
Then the perfect idea hit her. She had seen a soap opera actress play a bit in which she called her boyfriend on the phone and told him to come over right away because she was in terrible danger. It was perfect for Erin because she actually was alone and she already knew all adults seemed to worry , no matter who they happened to belong to.
Erin was a little ashamed of being the one who was doing the calling. Her young and romantic nature had it down that the man was supposed to be doing the calling. But hers were exceptional circumstances and she supposed Emily Post would have understood provided Erin had the nerve to tell anyone of what she was about to do.
Her hands were even shaking as she leaned over the bed to the night table and pick up the telephone. If his wife answered the phone instead of Jack, then Erin was sure she would absolutely die of embarrassment.
"Hello," a deep voice answered.
"Is this Jack... I mean, Mr...?"
"Yes, it's Jack. Who is this... oh, it's you, Erin. What's the matter? Is something wrong?"
"I heard all kinds of sounds downstairs in the house and I think there's a burglar or maybe something worse. Could you please come over? Could you come right away? Because I'm very scared, sir."
She had made her little speech in what she hoped was a frightened but respectful tone. It was difficult for her to play it any other way, especially since she didn't know about low, sultry voices and phrases that had more than one meaning for the right listener.
He didn't even take the time to ask her what was wrong before shouting, "Emergency!" to his wife and dashing out the side door. She had told him really nothing, but none of that mattered. Jack didn't even know if he was running to her because of the possibility of a young in trouble, or that he had seized the excuse that she was holding out to him and it didn't matter which one of them had thought it up.
Erin was really frightened now that the deed was done. Jack would come bursting through the front door she had conveniently forgotten to lock. He could show himself in two possible ways, to her way of thinking, and neither one of them was going to be a happy lark for her. Her imagination had gone beyond the point where he would see her in the outfit and possibly gasp with admiration or laugh right in her face.
But she had taken him away from his wife now, and on top of that had told the man a whopping lie. So he might come in and be furious with her, or he might even appreciate what she had done by way of getting him in the house with her. And what would she do if he was so turned on that he wanted to fuck her? She was still afraid of his big cock and what it might do to her poor, defenseless body. Even his anger might be easier to handle, Erin thought. He might give her another spanking, but the exciting way he did it made the slight discomfort not so bad at all.
Jack came charging through the open front door, a baseball bat in one hand and a woman's umbrella in the other. It was clear he intended to bash the intruder over the head and then beat him to a bloody pulp. Erin ran to the head of the stairs when she heard him down there, and stood trembling because she really was frightened, although not of a burglar.
He spotted her at the head of the stairs before she had a chance to walk any farther. Jack was overwhelmed with the bizarre outfit and the garish make-up. He always did have a taste that was slightly on the kinky side, so a grown woman in such a get-up would have turned him on. Seeing Erin, dressed like a common whore, had his cock up in a split second and the first of his come dribbling out of its head.
She was a sight that could rouse a hard-on on a dead man, Jack thought. And when Erin saw the lustful look in his eyes and then dared to look down a little farther, the huge bulge in his pants told her the outfit was a smashing success.
"Come down here and let me get a good look at you," Jack said in a hoarse voice.
"You know there wasn't any burglar, don't you," Erin asked.
"Well, not at first, but I certainly do now. That was a pretty terrible thing you did. Frightened hell out of me."
"I'm sorry about that. I just didn't know how to tell you I wanted to finish playing the game we started out at the playhouse. That is, if you're not still mad at me."
"Now how could I ever stay mad at such a beautiful, sexy lady. You're really a knock-out, little one."
That wasn't just flattery he was tossing her way, either. She did look beautiful, even if it was in a kinky sort of way. Erin was delighted with the compliment. It made her pussy damp and she felt that same tingle up and down the length of her spine she felt whenever Jack approached her.
To her mind everything she had on was perfect, or why else would Jack be so taken with her appearance. Beyond her comprehension was the fact the man loved the way she had padded out the bra. And the black mesh stockings that kept rolling down on her slender legs could have been comical if the man was not so bent on his sex kick that he couldn't get enough of it.
But he couldn't let her know what it was doing to him. Erin was just holding her breath, waiting for a further compliment, and if he gave it to her, she would know just how much she was in control of everything that happened between them.
She had gone as far as she could on her own, and Erin was hoping Jack would take over from there. She wanted him to fall all over her in a blaze of passion, (something out of her paperback novels) but she still was afraid that he would overpower her to death. Erin came down the stairs one at a time, her eyes never leaving the man's face because she was searching desperately for a clue there.
Not finding one, she dared to come down from the landing and walk almost to where he was standing. A proper pose should go with such an outfit, she thought. So she leaned her body on the back of a chair and put one leg up on the cushions, something that had been described to her from a movie she wasn't allowed to see.
Erin was sure she had to look sexy now, but the stocking on her leg started sliding all the way down to her ankle, and her face reddened with embarrassment. Jack laughed at her. He couldn't help it. She looked so very comical.
Erin started to cry. She hung her head in shame and tried to pull the stocking back up, but it kept rolling down again.
"I don't want to play this anymore if you're just going to laugh at me," she sniveled.
"I'm sorry, darling. I just couldn't help it. You really do look adorable."
"Maybe I'll just go back up to my room."
"I said I was sorry! Now come over to me and I'll prove it to you. Come on, love."
The girl tried to walk with a sexual swagger, but she was having so much trouble standing upright on the ridiculously high heels that she had to hang on to whatever furniture there was along the route for dear life. Again Jack took it so humorously he really wanted to laugh, but it wasn't right when she was trying her best to impress him.
He was still very much amused by the efforts to remain upright and still appear sexy, but he was also getting more and more excited with each foot which was crossed between their two positions. And the hotter he got, the more his body trembled and he continually licked his lips.
"You went to a lot of trouble for me," he told her.
"So you like the way I look? Do you really?"
"I've never seen sexier looking in my life."
"You're rotten, do you know that?"
"Gee, I could have sworn that I was paying you a compliment."
Erin put one hand under each make-believe tit and tried to push them up and forward a little more. But she pushed too hard under one of them, and the cup plus its contents pushed all the way up to her chin line.
That did it for Jack. He started shaking with laughter and making sounds so loud that the girl broke down in helpless tears.
"I HATE you, you meanie!" she yelled.
"Oh you do, do you? Well, we'll just have to see about that."
She was now close enough for him to touch her, and he reached out and forced her hips around so she would have to turn full circle for him. He wanted to take in every adorable inch of her. She resisted at first, but soon fell to the greater power of the man and turned on her toes in the hopes she would appear a little taller.
"You look just dynamite, little lady," he told her.
"Well, at least 'lady' sounds a little better "You silly darling. If I could only make you understand just what it is you do for me. But never mind about that now. I'm afraid we're playing beat-the-clock again. I don't have all day to stay here with you, and I can tell you want to play the game we started out in the playhouse. Am I right?"
"Yeah."
"Then come closer to me and let's get started."
He could reach the girl's body much easier now as she was nearly in his lap. Jack started by running his hands from under her armpits all the way down her side. The contrast of the scarlet clothing and the black mesh stockings with her ivory skin was starling in a very exciting way.
"I don't care how old you are. You certainly do look damn sexy to me," he told her.
He couldn't keep himself from feeling her body all over. This was no lesson in obedience he was attempting to teach her. There was no excuse for what was happening between them now, except for the pure lust on the part of the adult, and charming, slightly shy curiosity on the part of the girl.
There wasn't any point in grabbing for the well-filled bra because there just wasn't enough genuine anatomy to take his attention. But the rest of her was damned appealing and he ran his hands down the sides of her body until they came to the waistline of her mother's panties. Playfully he stuck his thumbs into the elastic and stretched it out to the sides before letting it go so it snapped around her waist again.
It was only a pinch to her delicate flesh, but it was enough to start the girl pouting again. But this time around it was only play. She had taken the man at his word. No matter what else he called her, he had called her sexy, and that was all she wanted to know.
Without thinking about any of the moves she was supposed to be making if she were after all a grown woman, Erin hunched her pelvis forward so that Jack had only to let his hands move a bit more towards center, and they were both massaging her naked mound.
She was so soft and silky down there, not a hair to get in the way, and Jack's mouth watered for a taste of that succulent pink flesh. His touch was making the girl tremble wherever he touched her until she threw her head back and simply surrendered herself to the man's will.
"Oh, baby, do you ever turn me on," he muttered as he pressed her body close to his own.
While he continued to massage her bald pussy, Jack took Erin's hand and placed it firmly over his crotch. Erin's hand went tense when she realized what she was touching and she tried to pull her hand back but the man would not allow it. He put her hand back on his fly and held it there until she got it through her mind she was to work on his cock just as he was massaging her pussy.
When he saw she was finally getting the hang of it, Jack took a second to open his fly and ease his pants as well as his shorts down to his knees so she would have no interference with the log of hot sensitive flesh. At first all she could do was keep her hand clenched around it, but Jack continued to excite her by working his hand through the leg hole of the panties so he could feel her pussy with no interference.
"Do you want me to... to jerk you off?" she asked, so hesitantly because she really didn't know if she was using the right phrase.
"Now where did you ever get that idea?" he asked her.
"I hear boys at school talking about that all the time. Is that what you want me to do?"
"No! Jerking off is kid stuff. And we aren't children, now are we love?"
"No we aren't. I want you to be my lover man, like the ones in the confession magazines."
"Okay then. Supposing you do it for me. That's the way grown-ups play with a man's cock."
She started to tug at it, but it was going to take both hands and she needed one of them to lean on the arm of the chair because Jack was turning her little pussy into a river of juices and her legs were so weak she felt they were going to give out on her any second. Jack was able to catch her as she fell forward.
What he wanted to do was bring her cunt right over his face and bury his head there, provided that' he could do it without shaking her up too much. So he waited until the girl was letting herself lean more on his body and began cooing in her ear because she was getting that high, tingling feeling again.
So she fell into what Jack wanted of her, and because of this it was so natural that the girl simply floated into the next phase of their sex play. Her sweet little cunt was just a fraction of an inch away from the man's face and he could not resist the delicious aroma for even a second.
So he buried his face against her cunt with a series of left-and-right motions that had his beard stubble rubbing against the very sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and outer pussylips. Erin moaned as she felt the tingling warmth start up down there and then radiate through her body.
She felt weak and twitchy and yearned for things she didn't even know most women in her situation would want. Her cunt felt incredibly hot and itchy. Maybe what she needed was for Jack to scratch the itch away. Or maybe it would be better if he cooled her cunt with his nice, wet tongue.
Erin supposed he would be willing to do whatever she asked of him, but she couldn't get her mouth working the way it was supposed to. The girl felt drunk on sensations, and this was only the beginning for her. But she needn't have worried about it. Jack wanted to do all of the things which were in her mind, and it wasn't necessary for her to make any requests at all.
The more Jack rubbed his face from side to side, the wider her cuntlips opened and the deeper in there Jack could get. Erin's moaning was so consistent now that it sounded like the background for a hit song, steady and rhythmic. She was keeping her body so soft and supple Jack was able to get her panties down with no trouble at all.
As she felt more and more of her body being kissed by the cool rush of air slowly as more and more of it was bared, Erin leaned her head on Jack's shoulder, tangling the fingers of one of her hands in Jack's hair and making love gestures to him like the ripest of mature women.
Jack fondled her around the whole circle of her body, and when his hands met at the small of her back, he dropped them a little lower and filled his, hands with the firm, jiggling flesh of her asscheeks. In this way he could push her body even more forward until his nose was pressed right against her clit and his beard was rubbing the inner walls of her pussylips.
Jack's breath was coming hard and fast, but not any more so than the girl's. She was trying to stroke his dick as she imagined it should be done, but it was difficult for her to do much of a job on him as her concentration was constantly being broken by all the great things which were happening to her below the waistline.
"Get out of those things for me. Please, baby," he said.
"Will you still treat me like a grown woman if I do?" she said. "Even if I won't look like a grown woman any more?"
"But you are a woman on the inside. It's just taking the outside a little more time to catch up."
Erin knew he was just being polite but it sounded nice to her just the same, and she let the comment pass. His tongue and beard in that supersensitive spot was taking all of her attention and she found herself pushing so far forward against the man's face, she was in great danger of toppling the two of them and the chair as well.
"You really smell tasty down there," he said.
"Tasty?" She didn't understand.
"Yes. Sweet and good enough to eat."
"Oh! That sounds terrible."
"But it isn't terrible. In fact, Ws kind of good. A grown woman would know that, and she would be happy if her man would do it to her."
That last message got the girl where she lived. No matter how freaky she thought some suggestion was, she couldn't turn it down once he told her grown women did it.
"I want to see you all naked," he told her.
"But if I do, then I won't look so sexy. I'll look like a girl again."
"You mean the bra? Well, it certainly did look exciting, but now I think the real you will be even more so."
Jack reached behind the girl's body to prove to her, her flat body was something he really wanted to dig into. The snaps in back of the bra opened easily and the stuffing fell into his lap along with the garment itself.
Erin's face went red again, but Jack wasn't laughing at her now. Her very appearance was what he had been craving for days now, and nothing short of it would have turned him on as much. When Erin realized he really did like the way she looked in the buff, her face went back to a more normal color.
She was still excited, but she was no longer shy about standing naked in front of the man. He had filled her so full of compliments and groovy feelings that she almost believed she was the glamorous older woman she had dressed up to be.
It only took the man seconds to get her that bare, preferring to leave the stockings and high heeled shoes on her because she looked just dynamite by way of contrast. Erin was no longer worrying about what might happen to her next. In the act of undressing, it seemed she had lost all her will to resist in any way.
"Do you know what I want to do to you?" he asked.
"I'm afraid to think about that. You won't hurt me, will you? I've been very good."
"You certainly have, and I promise I no longer want to punish you for anything. You and I are just going to have some fun. Some grown-up fun."
Erin had not a clear idea of what he was talking about, but she did know that with herself nearly naked, Jack had pretty much total control over the situation. She came to believe, since she was the one who had started it all, it wouldn't be fair if she was the one who broke up the game just when they were getting started.
"Do I make you happy now?" she asked.
"More than you know right at this moment. But you're going to be finding that out for certain in just a couple of seconds. You think you're ready to be a brown woman in every way there is?"
"Does that mean what I think it means?"
That was the first moment when Jack himself realized he was really going to fuck the girl. He became solemn for a moment, silently hoping his conscience would get the best of him and save the girl from his evil perversions. All she had to do was say she was afraid or make any kind of frightened gesture and he would have forgotten the whole thing even though he had a hard-on that just wouldn't quit and the girl had gone to so much trouble for his sake.
But Erin was making no backwards moves, and he wouldn't have been much of a man if he turned away from a girl who seemed to be perfectly willing to let him have his way with her. Her eyes were closed and she was trembling, but Erin now had no intention of running away until she found out what Jack was talking about.
He put his hand to her cunt and patted it fondly, but such a simple action was far from enough for Erin.
"If I just wanted a pat, I could do it myself," she told him.
"Oh, is that so? And what does this grown-up woman want from her man?" he asked.
"I want you to do some grown-up stuff to me. The kind of stuff you were talking about before."
"All right. But remember, you asked for it."
With no further ado, Jack stretched his neck forward and planted a big, wet kiss on the girl's silken mound. His hands encircled her waist as he did so, and it was a good thing. Because Erin's legs were turning to water again and she needed all the physical support she could get.
Jack's tongue was lashing out at her now, and the girl continually shivered with the frantic sparks he was shooting through her body. The rasping of his tongue's outer surface as it rubbed against the naked, sensitive flesh was almost too much for a girl to handle. Her cunt started oozing and continued to do so all the time they were together.
There was so much of her cream, Jack had to stop every so often and wipe his mouth as his face was continually covered with it, causing the girl to giggle like crazy.
"This is great, Mr. Jack," Erin said as her body swayed against the man's face. "Play with me some more."
She put her hands out to rest on Jack's shoulders and clung to him for dear life because her head was starting to whirl again, and her senses felt like they were boiling over. Jack was trying to get his whole head into the incredibly small opening, but of course this was impossible, and he pulled back with a sigh of resignation. About the only part of his anatomy which would fit and still do the girl any justice had to be his hard, eager cock.
Erin had taken to the fingers easily enough. He pushed one, and then another in there just to remind himself of her inner proportions which he had checked out the last time they were together. With his other hand he stroked his raging dick because it was hurting for attention. Hurting badly.
"That's my toy!" she exclaimed. "The only one who's allowed to play with it is me."
"Well, if that's the case, why don't you get busy, girl?"
So the girl took his throbbing joint with both her hands and started running them along the sides of the shaft until Jack groaned and droplets of his manly juices began to form and drip out of the hole in his cock's head. Jack was still licking her for all he was worth, so Erin was quickly filled with inspiration to do something nice for him in return. The answer to what it should be was already in her hands.
If she had been left entirely on her own, Erin might not have had the courage, but she watched Jack using his mouth on her and she figured it was only right that she do the same for him. So she planted her best kiss to the end of his dick, and found that it didn't spit in her eye even when she wiggled it.
"Use your tongue. The same way as I am," the man groaned before going back to his very wet slurping.
She was good. In fact, she was damned terrific, and Jack couldn't take very much of it! He had to turn it into a game because he was in danger of losing all control and Erin seemed to be on top of it all, enjoying herself tremendously and afraid of nothing. Why should she worry when she was having such a good time?
He was out of his clothes in a flash and started rolling around the floor with her before she had a chance to get all tensed up again from seeing a man naked for the first time in her life. The girl was getting very, very tired and if Jack stopped moving around for more than a couple of seconds, she would have collapsed right where she was.
But finally she fell backwards, her legs and arms spread out wide because she was just tired from laughing and playing so much. Jack was never going to get a better chance than the one which was spread out and lying before him now.
Jack was drunk on the sight of her and Erin was too tired to put up much of a fight even if she wanted to. Erin blinked and the next thing that she saw was Jack pushing his cock up between her legs and then opening the lips of her cunt so he could wedge her prickhead between them. If she had come to lie with her backside up instead, he would have done the very same thing to her asshole. Erin looked sweet and inviting in all possible positions.
Erin opened her eyes and she immediately understood what he was about to do, but there was no time left for her to do anything about it.
"No, please don't do thhhaaa... MHHHHH!" she yelped in mid-sentence as the thick shaft started plowing its way home.
She was not just frightened. Erin was downright terrified as the thick thing intruded into her body and made room for itself by stretching her innards out cruelly and causing the girl a great deal of surprising pain. She had thought of being fucked by a man ever since she learned that was what boys did to girls.
But never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine it would be so painful or so shocking. Jack had spread her legs so wide that the muscles at the top of her thighs connecting them to her trunk were bunched into torturous knots.
Her pussylips were spread as well, spread so wide Erin thought she could feel it tearing along the slit and she was very worried she might bleed again, all over her mother's lovely carpet. Besides those anguishing sensations, Erin felt her body being stuffed, as if she were the slender neck of a bottle and Jack were forcing in the cork. He seemed determined to get all of himself in there or Erin was going to be tom apart by his efforts.
"No, no mo-o-o-re," she pleaded because she thought the other end of his dick was going to come popping up and out of her throat at any second. Erin felt the thing pushing at the sides of her cunt, reaming out her tunnel and sending hot shock waves to bounce off those fluted walls and bring tears along with tremors every time that he pushed another fraction of an inch inside of her.
"Uhh, UHHH, I can't believe how tight you are," he grunted.
"No more, no more," she cried, and this time she really meant it. Erin was so full of male meat, she was feeling some very heavy cramps down to her tummy and between her legs. He had excited and fucked her so full of hot cock that her body felt like nothing more than a cylinder of pain and other hotter, more intense sensation, pleasure to its most exquisite point, and it was all being pushed and pummeled, rammed and conquered by the menacing brutality of a grown man's cock.
Erin was just on the verge of passing out. The muscles in her cunt were clenching and unclenching against the sides of the man's cock, and every time that they did, another hot shower of her come passed down and out onto Jack's body.
He was leaning on his elbows so he wouldn't have to make the girl suffer with the full weight of him, but his cock was still slamming her hard, showing no mercy.
"Please stop," she begged. Erin already went through three shattering orgasms and she couldn't sustain another one without really passing out by then. Yet there was no way that she could get the jammed cock out of her body, and Jack didn't seem to hear a word she was saying.
He was oblivious to anything but the way his cock was being squeezed in her vise-like cuntal grip and the way his bloated balls were twisting and churning. Two more shoves and his balls were slapping against the bottom of her ass.
Three more shoves and Jack was over the hill. On the last shove he stayed right where he was, their bodies slapped so tightly together a feather couldn't have been passed between their bellies.
"Oh, GODDDD!" he bellowed and starting pumping come into her sweet young body at what seemed like a gallon at a time.
All that manly cream did something to Erin's insides and she started to squirm and twist again, as she threw her arms about wildly and landed glancing blows on the man's defenseless back, but nothing she could do separated them. In fact she was only twisting and pulling more of the man's body and fluids into herself.
Somehow the fit that was almost excruciating at the start of the fuck had eased, especially with the ample lubrication, but was still the tightest hole the man had ever encountered and he wished that he could stay in there forever.
Erin meanwhile was swearing his cock was ten times bigger than the dildo he had punished her with the day before. She was crying hard now, but it seemed to take Jack forever to notice it.
CHAPTER NINE
Erin was sobbing, and since his cock was going down anyway, he decided to take pity and get his weight off her battered body. When he pulled out of her, his come mixed with hers started spilling down and onto the carpet. Erin looked at him helplessly. She couldn't even bring herself to sit up or move in any direction at all.
So it was Jack who ran to fetch a towel and push it under her ass. Erin was totally limp, and the best she could do for herself was lie just where she was and sob her little heart out.
"Oh, Erin, Erin, What have I done to you?" he moaned.
"It was... it was... " And then her voice trailed off again because she didn't even have the strength to complete the sentence.
"Was it that bad? I'm so sorry, dear. So sorry."
Jack hung his head in shame as he kneeled on the floor beside the girl. In his mind, he was the lowest scum, the worst kind of villain, and he would have been willing to cut off his balls if he thought it would make up for what he had done to her in some slight way. Jack opened his mouth and started to speak, but Erin suddenly flashed him a weak but still wide grin.
"Are you all right?" he was anxious to know.
"Of course I am."
"Then why were you bawling like that?"
"Because I was happy, you silly goose. I hurt a lot, but I was happy, happy just the same."
Jack shook his head with amazement. It had all begun in a fit of anger, although actually inspired by an innocent exploration of her own body and now he had actually fucked her with his own joint. He looked at her face just to be sure that she was telling him the truth, and saw the radiance, the flushed bloom of her cheeks and the happy way she was rubbing her come-slicked cunt told him all he needed to know.
Too tired to stand up and walk there, Jack crawled on all fours to a spot just below the side window, so he could peek up and see where his wife was at that moment. It was amazing she hadn't walked in on them so far. She had always been a jealous and suspicious woman.
But she was also very much a prude, and Jack imagined that was why it never, entered her mind that a man could actually have a driving urge to screw a young . She wasn't to be seen at any of the windows, even the kitchen where he hoped she would be busy.
If he had any brains at all, Jack would have known better than to press his luck. He should be dressing and getting the hell out of Erin's house as quickly as possible. But Erin soon showed that she had ideas of her own about where Jack was going.
He was just reaching for his shorts when Erin came up behind him and tossed them into the other room. The shock of it all was over now, and all she could think of was having more fun, drunk already on the sex that she had just learned to enjoy.
"Gimme those back," he told her. "I better get the hell out of here before someone comes looking for me."
"I won't give them back!" she stated.
"You've gotta. This isn't fun. It's pretty late in the afternoon as it is. Your folks could be coming back any minute now. Not to mention my wife just a few feet away."
"You can't go until you use that thing on me again. You know. I want you to fuck me again."
She stammered over the obscene word because it was a very recent addition to her lady-like vocabulary. Just saying it made her feel positively sexy.
"Fuck me one more time and I'll give you back your shorts. Whaddaya say? Is it a deal?"
Jack knew he should say no, but he just couldn't resist the little tyke sitting there with one thumb in her mouth and the other shoved up her dripping cunt. Erin was all smiles now. She knew the game was hers, and she could now play it any way she wanted to.
A girl didn't have to be all that grown up to see she could wrap a man around her fingers. Even this knowledge about Jack being hooked on her was very clear to Erin.
"Just one more time. Pleassee!" she whined, and Jack could not refuse her.
She seemed saddened that the big rammer had gone soft, but she didn't know enough to think it might need some rest, and in a way, it was good that she didn't. Because these two dainty hands, holding the limp thing in her hands and rubbing it all over her sweet face brought it back to full fighting strength much sooner than even Jack himself imagined it could.
This was one little trick that she taught herself, and now Erin was sure she would never lose it. All a girl had to do was be nice to the man and his cock, pet it a little, and maybe a kiss or two... then bingo! It was nice and hard again.
Erin was on her back in an instant, her thighs spread wide and showing the slick drippings of the man's own come. Her arms were out and beckoning to him as well. Erin wanted more fun. That was obvious. But something else was happening, and she had no control over it.
Her body was heating, and heating fast. And, as the temperature within her body rose, Erin started feeling more like a woman and less like a girl. Even the expression on her face changed more serious, but far more passion than she looked when it was all happening for fun.
She had been fucked only the one time, but Erin's body already felt like a hollow shell when there was no prick inside of her, filling her to the very brim. It was as if she had an awful itch, too. An itch so deeply inside her pussylips that only a man would be able to reach with something hard and scratch it for her.
"Please, Jack, let's fuck some more."
It was the same request she had made a few minutes before, but now it was delivered so seriously Jack barely heard her. She was begging to be laid now, not demanding it.
"Put it inside of me. Oh, Jack, please do it."
Again the man shook his head. What sort of a sexual monster had he created?
Why, she might never get enough! And when he wasn't able to give it to her, where would she be going for what her body was constantly craving?
Maybe the whole thing had gone too far. But there was no way he could change anything in the past, and Erin was showing how much she preferred what was happening between them now. The urge for cock was so strong, Erin herself was having trouble handling it.
All her good sense was gone now. She had promised her mother she would dust the house over the weekend and clean her own room before her mother and father walked through the door, and her father would probably kill her if he saw her the way she was now.
But all she could see and all she wanted was Jack's cock and the body attached to it to fuck her to heaven and all the way back again. Something inside her kept warning this time would probably be the very last, and it made all her cravings that much more urgent.
Erin pulled the mansized body down on top of her as he was within reach.
"Do it like you did before. Do it hard, Mr. Jack. Ohhh, please, pleeeaseee HURRY!"
Jack dropped down hard on the slim young body. His mind was filled with her urgent pleadings, and he didn't have to work his way over to her hole. She was down there with her own hand tugging his dick to the right spot, then lifting herself so it would go into her all that much faster.
It slipped into her easily, but there was still the sensational tightness of the young cunthole that could never be duplicated by an older woman. She was just as eager as she had been the first time, and her body went just as crazy as soon as he was balls-deep in her.
But Jack was feeling a lot better now that he had worked off his first cream. He was able to start stroking her with hard, long lunges which took her breath away and had her groaning in no time at all.
"More, Mr. Jack! GIVE ME MORE!" she pleaded, and he was right there slipping her the dick she craved.
Erin was full of his hot meat. She had to keep spreading her thighs wider and wider to accommodate him, and under other circumstances, the posture would have been quite painful. But Erin was flying high on sexual spirits and she felt as if there were nothing in the world that she could not do as long as her tiny twat were being rammed full of manly meat. "Ohhhhhh, my tummy feels so good," she exclaimed.
Jack pushed another hot inch into her and she squealed some more. That laughing sound was just what he needed to hear in order to push all his pangs of guilt and his fear of discovery into the background again.
"Good, GOOD, GOOD," she yelled in his ear until Erin lost all control of herself and could only croak hoarsely.
That now familiar rush was building up inside her, and along with it went some of her bodily functions. Erin's insides were being fucked to jelly and she couldn't even hold back her piss when her other juices began to flow. She could hold back nothing at all.
The pain was gone, the fright was over, and Erin was bucking and kicking like a frisky colt. She was putting a great deal of her own activity into it now, and she certainly didn't hear Jack complaining about it.
A film of sweat was forming down the fronts of their bodies, and they clung wetly together every time Jack slammed into her. He was so big and she was so tiny, his cock always managed a good healthy tug at her clit on just about every downward stroke.
This always pulled a sigh or a groan out of the girl and she would push her hips up a little higher in the hope that Jack would jam his hot meat into her with the same exciting stroke. When her body started moving blindly in a circular direction, Jack went the same way with his cock to drive the girl even crazier.
She couldn't seem to get enough of the hard-driving man, and it seemed this time Jack might just be able to keep going forever, keep going until Erin was so sore she would have to beg for mercy.
But none of the sounds the girl was making were cries of discomfort in any way. They were all strong exclamations of pleasure and they spurred Jack on to even greater efforts. He stretched out full length on the girl's body so he could flatten his palms against the girl's pair of coral buds and tease them into stiff erection.
Jack was flying high. He used a circular motion every so often that touched every inch of her vagina and pushed the girl into shudders of pleasure. Jack, the old master that he was, was giving the girl a sound fucking, leaving no trick untried and no gesture less than avidly passionate.
This second fuck was going much better than the first in every possible way. It even took his mind off the possibility of his wife walking in on them so much, he forgot he even had a wife. All of his concentration was centered around the luscious and giving her such a romping fuck she would never feel whole again unless she was filled with a man's hot dick.
Erin was suddenly all arms and legs, thrashing around like a young savage and giving Jack more than one swift kick in his ass while they were at it. But the man didn't mind the pain any more than Erin minded the taut aching in her leg muscles for being so widely strained and for such a long length of time.
The girl was getting her fill of excitement now because the pain was all gone. Jack was able to move in and out of her so easily that Erin found her own hips were moving to his rhythm, reaching up to meet his constantly advancing dick and then bringing it down on her.
She was inspiring him to all sorts of hot ideas, had him riding so high and mighty Jack actually believed he would be able to make it with her many times again.
Erin couldn't plan for the future the way he was easily able to do in spite of the pounding fuck he was administering to the girl. Once he realized he was close to his end, Jack turned his body into a human sledgehammer and the girl felt his cock charging into her at such a heavy and violent rate she was sure he intended to slam his raging cockhead all the way through the back of her spine.
Erin had changed from an awkward young girl to a sensuous woman right before his eyes and under his hard-driving body. She was biting at his ear, raking her nails across his back, and her very expression was one of the knowing woman who fully appreciated unadulterated lust.
"Jack! Oh, Jack!! What's happening to me?" she wailed.
This time her building orgasm was so intense that it actually made her dizzy and she started to become frightened again. The tingling inside her body was turning to a vibrating heat and the in and out motion of her young cunt muscles actually sucked more of his cock into her, grabbing the tip of his cock and milking it for all the sustenance she needed.
Jack noticed the look of terror in her eyes as her body went into convulsive spasms she could no longer control. She was wetting his cock almost constantly now, and she threw her head all the way back as she struggled to get some air into her writhing body.
Every so often she was able to get down a few heavy gulps, but most of the time it was panting like an overheated puppy and gasping quickly for those few fleeting seconds when Jack lifted himself off her body, getting ready for another grand slam. Erin was still struggling to make a pretense of being cool and sophisticated, but she was fast losing the battle.
A few more heavy strokes to her widely stretched hole and Erin went totally out of her mind. She began tossing her head around as wildly as she was doing with her arms and legs, and Jack actually found himself having to dig into her sides in order to keep from sliding right off her body.
"UHHHHHHHHH," she screamed through her clenched teeth.
It was all over as far as the girl was concerned. She was dropping come as fast as her body could produce it, causing Jack's big cock to start floundering around in there because her pussylips had swollen so much and there was such a great flood of her hot stuff. In the peak of her orgasm, the girl's cunt actually opened as wide as a full woman's, so high was the heat of her passion.
Jack found strength he never knew he had and the girl clung to him with equal superhuman force. She was actually lifting her entire body inches off the floor and hanging on to his sweating form with all of her arms and legs. The girl was babbling, but it didn't matter for her message was coming across loud and clear.
"Mmmmmmmooo-oor-r-e!! She exclaimed one moment and, "NO MORE!!!" the next.
Erin wasn't sure which was going to be more controllable for her, to stop as she was spent from several strong orgasms, and still with the last bit of energy in reserve she would be able to crawl up on the floor and into a nice hot tub. But that would mean missing so little as a precious second more of the dynamite kicks that the man was slugging away with her, and that was as bad as never having pizza again... or even worse, if that was possible.
It was amazing she could still remain such a little ball of energy even while she was gasping for air and much needed rest. She was giggling and kicking so much Jack allowed their two linked bodies to roll around and around on the floor until Erin found she was the one on top, and she immediately took a great liking to the new fucking position.
"Giddyap, Giddyap," She shouted as she grabbed Jack's arms as if they were the reins of her favorite stallion.
Jack encouraged her to bring her body down a little further so her legs were positioned squarely on either side of him and she could really ride his upright boner in high style. The girl did it easily and she was very soon pulling her body all the way up in the air until she decided to come crashing down on the upright lance as far as she could go, and that was when her asscheeks were kissed by his hard, muscular belly.
If she had some experience before beginning such a sophisticated fuck, Erin would have known better than to come down with all her strength onto Jack's belly. It caused her to feel his hot cock shooting straight up her insides, hitting at a spot so high and deep she knocked the wind right out of herself.
Now the cock felt even more as if it was penetrating her entire body from one end to the other, and she was crying again. There were tears of pain, but more so tears of pleasure and of the greatest triumph the girl had known until that moment.
"Uh, uh, uh," the sound bounced out of her with every downward jab of the body and she was answered by the man's deep groans as she rode his cock with the liveliest style he had ever seen.
"It feels so big." she cried.
"Too big for you, little darling?"
"Oh, no! It's just right, Mr. Jack. It fits just fine. I wish I could have it in me all of the time."
"Oh you do, do you? Well, let's see if you can show me how much you love it by getting us both off to another come."
"You mean I get to do it all by myself?"
"If you can. I dare you. In fact, I double-dare you!"
That was all Erin needed to bring her fucking strength up to peak again. Her "Mr. Jack" was daring her to perform like a grown woman, and she wasn't going to flinch from the challenge.
Jack lay his head down and crossed his arms cross his chest like a corpse. He even closed his eyes and pretended he wasn't paying any attention to the girl at all. She couldn't have known he would have to be very much interested in their goings-on in order to keep his prick in such a large and rigid condition.
Erin was determined to get the man' applause in the form of the come he had promised her if she was a good girl and did her job well. So she raised herself all the way off his cock and spread her youthful thighs as far apart as they could possibly go. Jack peeked out from under his lashes to see how she was going to attempt their special form of romp, and couldn't help smiling when she closed her nose by pinching the nostrils together. She looked like a child about to take her first dive into a cold pond, 'and absolutely adorable at that. But once she started coming down on his cock again, the steady upward pressure she was creating for herself, filling her gut with the man's hot meat until she grunted from the fullness and had to pause because she was overwhelmed from what his cock was doing to grind out a path in her slippery but still tight channel.
"Jack, Jack," she started to moan as if she were trying to communicate something but failing in the attempt. Instead she put all her strength to riding his cock as if her very life depended on it, and did so until she finally lost her breath.
"Daaa-dddy!" It came out, and at first Jack didn't understand what she was trying to say.
It sounded like she was trying to call out his name again, but when she repeated the jumbled sound he realized she was calling him "Daddy."
So the girl was making believe she was fucking with her very own father, and wasn't that a real twist of events!
But it didn't matter what the girl was saying, at least for very long. Two more hard drops on Jack's dick and the girl fell down face forward passing out with her last and violent come just as Jack began to spray her insides with his hot cream. Not until that moment did he let himself relax, and when he did so, he did so completely.
With the girl lying snugly on his body, his softening cock still inside her, Jack turned lazily to look out the window, not even sure any longer as to how late in the day it was. His eyes were half open when he turned, but they shot wide open when he saw his own wife standing in the grass on the side of Erin's house and watching everything they had been doing, down to the last shot of come juice!
CHAPTER TEN
What surprised him the most about seeing her out there was the fact she wasn't scowling, shaking her fist, or any of the other outraged and angry gestures he would have expected. She stood there, her arms crossed defensively across her chest as if she had yet to make a decision about what to do with her husband and the girl.
She waved her hand briefly before returning to their home and it gave Jack the impression she wanted to talk with him as quickly as possible, and also that there wasn't any real anger in her, at least not to any great degree. Then Erin's phone began to ring, and Jack jumped up and shook the girl to rouse her sufficiently so that her parents, who were probably on the other end of the wire, would not think anything was amiss when they spoke to her.
But he was wrong. It was his wife on the phone, and she sounded much calmer than she really should have been considering what she had just watched her husband doing with a very young girl.
"Clean her up, get the house straightened out, and then get your fucking ass over here, if you know what's good for you. You and I have a lot to discuss," she commanded.
She hadn't given him a chance to say anything, but there wasn't much he could have said, anyway. The game was all hers from that moment on. The woman could make or break him, or she could blackmail him for just about anything she had wanted which he had refused her.
But there was more than his own ass he was concerned about. What was going to happen to the den he had just left behind him, soaking her hotly used ass and cunt in a bubble bath a bit on the warm side. Jack was hoping the girl's muscles wouldn't be so cramped her parents might notice something different about their girl and start asking a whole bunch of questions which were better left unanswered.
It wasn't going to be much longer before he knew if they were going to get away with it, at least as far as the girl was concerned. As he made his way into the living room where he was pacing the floor as she waited for him, Jack almost felt he might be better off facing the music at Erin's house than facing it in his own.
Nothing came to his mind which could possibly be of any value by way of excuse. The next few moments of conversation could mean the end of the marriage and he really wondered if that was all so bad. He could easily manage bumming around on his own, maybe finding himself some more young cunt to play with.
But Martha had some plans of her own, and she quickly made them clear to him.
"So where do we go from here, love?" she asked.
"I don't even know what you're talking about," he stammered.
"You're full of shit, and that girl is full of your come. So stop screwing around with me, and let's get down to it. You wanna keep on making it , you have to come up with one for me."
"You can't mean that."
"Oh, can't I? Now I'm telling you go hunting around Erin's school and find some nice young stuff I can train my own special way, or her folks are going to have the law after your ass before you can even take a leak for yourself."
There was something in the tone of Martha's voice that he had never heard before. In the past her voice was monotone and at certain moments high pitched and whining like a shriek of a shrew. Now it sounded like the masterful tone of authority and Jack found he had to sit down and listen quietly no matter what he was feeling.
He knew that he had no choice but to give his wife whatever she wanted, but he couldn't risk going after the boy himself. His best bet was to leave it all to Erin, so he made a very fast phone call, gave the girl her instructions, and hung up the phone just in time. Her parents were pulling into their driveway before the receiver touched the cradle.
She agreed to the deal very quickly as the girl saw it as her only possible chance to have some more fun with Jack and his big dick. The excitement of the impending sex party that Jack promised her had the girl in extremely good spirits and her parents were very happy to see such a bubbly girl and a surprisingly clean house for the first time since they had felt she was old enough to be by herself for a few days at a time.
In fact, they were so pleased with the way the weekend turned out, daughter included, they immediately made plans to do it again the next weekend. Erin was jovial rather than complaining as she usually was, and his her parents took to mean she was starting to grow up now and be more responsible. Nothing could have pleased them more. As the days followed they saw an Erin that was happy to do chores and even offering to cook for herself so her mother wouldn't have to bother cooking and freezing days ahead for the girl.
That Friday night before her parents left, Erin bad a great deal of trouble sleeping. Her rest on the other nights since her sexual debut had been the most restful she could recall, and all the dreams she had during them had been nothing but beautiful.
The boy, a tall, handsome youth named Timmy readily agreed to the deal Erin was offering him as his older brother told many a tale about learning to screw in the bed of an older woman. There was even some talk about the two youngsters making it with each other under the expert tutelage of the adults, of course.
Maybe they shouldn't have gotten around to talking about that particular subject, though. Until that time Timmy made many passes at the girl as he was a couple of years her senior and figured it made him very much the lady's-man. The promises of fantastic kicks he made to the girl stuck in her mind.
As she watched the sun come up from her bedroom window, Erin doubted she could wait until evening for Jack and his wife to come over. Especially since Timmy wanted to come over early, as he couldn't stand to wait until the last moment.
He called early that afternoon to check on whether or not her parents had left yet. When he heard that they had, Timmy didn't waste a second, coming straight over to Erin's place and bringing a fresh change of clothes with him... as if that really mattered. The boy tried to be polite and not push things between the two of them, unsure as to whether Erin really wanted him or was just teasing until the older woman came around and made good use of all the excitement Erin was causing him in the meantime.
He had no doubt that she was deliberately teasing him as she came to the front door wearing the skimpiest pair of shorts he had ever seen and a thin little halter which didn't even disguise her two dark cherries which had yet to form into breasts.
He looked her over as carefully as he dared, but made no comments about her attire. Although he had screwed a girl once or twice in the past, the boy still lacked the confidence to come right out and make an indecent proposition to a girl, even when he knew that was the purpose for which she invited him over.
If Martha, the older woman, happened to be dressed in just the same way, it would have been much easier for Timmy to get started as older woman seemed to naturally lead the way. The girl seemed to know what was on his mind just the same, especially since she was in the mood for some fun and games herself. She didn't see any reason why she and the boy couldn't get in a little practice session before the adults arrived.
Timmy was stumbling around and saying a lot of stuff that really didn't matter. He wanted to say, "Let's fuck," but the words wouldn't come out of his mouth. If they were going to make it together before Jack and his wife arrived, Erin would have to lead the way.
She liked it much better when Jack told her what to do. But there wasn't much time for making up rules. In fact, there was barely enough time to actually play the game. If she was going to get him moving in the right direction, then Erin knew she would have to hurry.
So she walked across the living room and then stretched out on the sofa, her legs conveniently apart so that Timmy could look right up the legholes of her shorts and discover for himself she wasn't wearing any panties. And he did seize the opportunity, trying to keep a straight face as he looked up there so she wouldn't get jumpy and close her legs.
But he had nothing to worry about on that score. Anything he was getting a glimpse of was specifically because the girl wanted him to. She didn't have very many lessons under her belt when it came to being seductive, so much of what she was doing with the boy was very natural. And he was falling for it like a ton of bricks.
Timmy stared right up her thighs and spotted her pussy, even though it was a bald one, and not maturely plumped out, it was still nevertheless a hole a boy could have a damn good time for himself crawling into. Although he was still trying to come off as cool, Timmy's face was very flushed and his eyes were nearly crawling out of his head.
"You like what you see, don't you?" she asked.
"A guy would have to be dead not to be turned on by that. If I didn't know you ever since we were little, I would swear you were trying to turn me on," he joked.
"Maybe I am," she countered. "And maybe I'm not."
"Who are you kidding? Unless you still think it's fun to be a cockteaser. Maybe that's your game."
She didn't like the sound of his accusation even though he was quite correct about what she was trying to do. It would have been fun to keep going, but the trouble was, Erin was starting to get turned on herself.
Even while his eyes were riveted to her not-so-covered snatch, Erin let her hand creep down and start rubbing at her pink-and-sweet cunny in such a deliberate way it soon had Timmy drooling and Erin's hole watering as well.
"Why don't you let me do that for you?" he said.
"I don't know. Maybe you would just be wasting my time. Maybe you can't do as good a job as Mr. Jack."
"Oh yeah?" he shouted. "Why don't you just let me try and then see if your "Mr. Jack" is so damn great."
"Well, I suppose I could. But only to teach you a lesson." Timmy reached out with both hands, thinking he would get her top off first and work his way down to her cunt as soon as he had heated her up a little by working around at the top, but Erin smacked his hands away. She had something better in mind.
"You think you're a real grown-up stud, do you? Mr. Jack would use his mouth. He wouldn't bother with his hands."
She didn't have to repeat herself for Timmy to get her message. At least tit-sucking was something he had tried before and he felt he would give a pretty good showing at it.
Without waiting for further permission, Timmy tugged her top off and over her head and immediately set to work with both mount and tongue. Erin lay back. She could tell he knew what he was doing and she felt like a royal queen commanding her lowly servant to pay homage to her. It was like something for out of her story books.
At first Timmy intended only to turn the girl on so she wouldn't put up much of a struggle when he whipped his young dick out and went for her cunt and the big time. But one taste of her delicious stiffened nipples, and he couldn't get enough to suit his growing appetite.
Erin herself was already out of control. She simply couldn't wait for Jack to show his face, before she could get her hungry cunt filled with the hot dick it needed so badly. Her pussy was already dripping and there was probably a very stiff dick ready to go, if Erin was any judge of bulges in male pants.
"Don't wait any more, Timmy. I need you so much," she cried, and at that moment the game of Let's Pretend was over.
Everything they were doing from that moment was strictly for real and the boy was more than happy to contribute his share to get the action going. Now she needed him and Timmy intended to make the most of that need.
"Now I've got you just where I want you," he snickered. "It's time for you to do some sucking if you want me to screw you later on."
"Any thing!" she declared and dropped immediately to her knees.
Her mouth was open and his stiff young cock popped out of the fly of his pants, pushing right down her throat as Timmy heaved his hips against her face. She sucked at it like a baby at a bottle, but even this didn't prove to be sufficient for the degree of her passion.
"You have to fuck me! You have to fuck me NOW!" she pleaded. "Right NOW! I can't wait!"
Her plea was so genuine, so urgent, there was no need to tease her further. Pushing the girl at the front of her shoulders until her body was resting on the floor, he dropped on her immediately, ripping her shorts right off her, and, a second later, just before he was flat on top of her, zipping his pants down and pulling them, along with his shorts down so he would at least have some limited freedom to fuck the girl with grace.
"Stick it in me. Right IN me! Oh, Timmy, I need your cock so badly. HURRY! PLEASE HURRY," be begged.
"One fuck, coming up," he quipped but only his words were in jest.
Timmy felt he. was fast becoming a man who had yet to show his face. He couldn't understand it. If he had been able to have a hot little broad like Erin all to himself, he would have fucked the girl up, down, and sideways. He never would have stopped.
But it was just fine with him that the man was taking his sweet time about coming to the house. Let him stay home and fuck his old lady, Timmy thought. He could do just fine with the girl, as he was quickly learning.
"Say "please" and I'll fuck you," he teased.
"Oh, please, Timmy, PLEASE!"
The boy didn't want to tease her very much, but not just for her sake. The truth was that he really didn't have much control at all. He dropped his body right down on top of hers and devoured her mouth with his own while he in inched his cock up until it was parallel with her cunt and made ready to start pushing it in.
"Stick it to me," she pleaded.
That was the moment that Jack chose to sneak in through the rear door as had been prearranged.
His wife was still getting ready, putting on her finest black lingerie and doing herself up as if she were expected to get screwed by Robert Redford instead of a teenaged boy from down the street.
"Erin? Erin? Where are you?" the adult male voice carried all the way through from the kitchen.
It was loud and booming and it frightened the shit out of the boy. Even though he knew he had been invited to make up one of the teams at their private little sex fest, he wasn't sure the man intended for him to fuck Erin as well.
His cock didn't lose a fraction of its hardness, but Timmy proved why they had made him quarterback on the football team by darting out of the room and halfway up the stairs before Jack so much as put a foot through the living room entrance. He had his fingers crossed that he had made it in time and almost relaxed when he remembered he had left his clothing on the floor of the living room!
Jack had been stripping his way down all along the hallway and into the living room. So he entered with his stiff dick standing before him, fully expecting to surprise the girl and get her to strip when she saw what he had ready.
It took him only seconds to put the pieces together. A naked, wriggling girl, her pussylips wide open, and a pile of teenage clothing. His-and-hers components. Erin saw his face go red and she turned her face in the direction of his and gasped when she realized the jig was up. He looked angry enough to kill them both. Was he going to?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Come on out, Timmy. Before I drag you out."
It took a second or two before the boy could get up his courage, and was still terrified when he finally walked out, but not so much that his teenage pecker went limp.
"Uh, hello, sir. I just thought that... "
But he couldn't finish the sentence. There wasn't an excuse in the world he could give for being naked and Erin being stretched out on the floor and all ready to go.
"You just thought that you'd screw the girl before I got here. Isn't that what you were trying to say?"
"Well, uhhh... yeah. I guess so."
"You know what I should do with you?"
"I'll leave, but I won't stand for a beating."
"Well, you don't have to stand for either. A smart Alec like you is just what my wife needs."
"Maybe I should just go home and forget the whole thing. I understand if you don't want me around."
"No, no... that's all right. Who am I to criticize you for doing just what I wanted to myself? Let's we three have a powwow before my wife gets here and see what we can work out."
Timmy was made to understand Jack didn't mind what he did with the girl whenever the man himself wasn't around. But when he was, and especially when Martha was there with him, he was expected to give the older woman all of the attention so she wouldn't feel slighted or left out. Wounding the woman's feelings was like writing their own epitaph.
"But I'll tell you what," Jack said. "She should be another twenty minutes or so. The way she's getting ready back there, you'd think she was making her debut at the Palace. Maybe the three of us could try something really wild. What do you say?"
Both of them nodded in the affirmative, and did so without even knowing what Jack had in mind. He took each of the hands and then shot the challenge out to them.
"What do you say to being fucked by the two of us at the same time, Erine?"
"Boy, would I! But I don't understand how it can be done. Won't it hurt me a lot to have two big cocks in my little pussy at the same time?"
"Oh, no. We're not going into the same place," Jack explained. "You even get a choice in the deal. You can suck one of us off while the other fucks you, or we can do some gymnastics and treat you to a cock up front, and another one in the rear.
"That sounds dynamite," Timmy said.
"I think it's sensational," Erin told them both.
"Then let's get fucking," the man commanded. Then he proceeded to give out instructions making theft snap to every move. Timmy was made to lie down on his back and hold his cock in an upright position while Jack helped Erin back down on it, even spreading her buns out for her so the young lance would poke right up her bottom hole with very little trouble.
If the man had chosen the back door it might have hurt her a little too much for the first time, but with the somewhat smaller, teenage dick, she had hardly any trouble at all.
Jack had intended to start fucking her cunt once they were will settled. But something freaky came over him and he got down flat instead, overwhelmed by a burning hunger to eat the little girl out until she begged for mercy.
His nose was rubbing against the tiny clit and his tongue already worming its way up her front passage when they heard the back screen door close with a bang. All three looked up startled and shaken. They had been so far into what they were doing that they had forgotten all about the older woman who was supposed to complete their little foursome.
"Well, what is it we have here?" Martha snarled with an indignant stance, her hand upon her wide hips.
"Just a little warm-up, dear. Now don't get angry Only some youthful exuberance."
"Well, the least you could have done was wait for me before everyone got started. I brought some wine and glasses and a couple of toys I thought everyone would like."
Martha displayed a small vibrator which she wanted to try on the girl and, while she was thinking about it, wondering what it would do for the state of a man's hard-on if he felt some well-placed friction against his balls. Erin was willing, but the men seemed somewhat reluctant, and the girl snickered at them when she realized they were fucking concerned with their somewhat shaky maleness.
"You guys don't go along with it, and I might take this girl all for myself. A stiff dick is a stiff dick, even if it happens to be made out of rubber.
That little warning did the trick. Both men snapped out of their fears for their virility and Martha laughed as she shucked off her clothes. She never intended to make it only a hen party. All those years she had been living as something close to a frigid wife, and now the mere suggestion of some kicky sex with a pair of teenagers and she felt as if her youth was all coming back to her.
The four of them fell into it as if they had been fucking together all of their respective lives and the bottle of wine was passed from mouth to mouth without the benefit of a glass. They got happily soused in no time at all, and the adults weren't very far behind.
Timmy felt more like a grown man with every pull he took from the bottle, but he was still too shy to take the initiative completely on his own.
Jack saw the look in the boy's eyes and then at the throbbing stiffness of his young joint. The teen was just panting to get on with it and it no longer mattered whether it was the young woman or the older one.
"Well, what's everyone waiting for?" Erin asked.
Nothing more had to said. The four of them started rolling about on the floor, reveling in their naked freedom and accepting every link-up, no matter how matched or unmatched it was, men together or women, young or old, as if it was the most natural partnership in the world.
Jack could see immediately there weren't going to be any problems at all between the four of them, and it was even possible that his wife would become a better lay for him after what she would be enjoying on that night.
"I wonder how may parents would dig on this kind of a scene," Timmy commented and then Erin began to think of her own.
"Guess we never can tell how a new fad like this may take off," Jack laughed. "We might just be starting a whole new lifestyle for this dull old town."
