Industry, salesmanship, and thrift are values which traditionally have been revered by Americans. We have strived to train our children in the appreciation of those qualities, and, toward that end, various programs have been established. Candy and cookie sales are notable among them.
The point has been to allow children to test themselves against adult conditions of survival-- without the real hazards associated with failure, of course. Mommy and Daddy are always there. But it is hoped that the children will learn how to apply themselves and their resources for the purpose of material gain; that, in traditional American eyes, is supposed to be the highest good.
One may argue with the worth of that objective. But the purpose of this novel is to demonstrate another interesting point-that sometimes children learn all too well.
While adults pay lip service to constructive virtues, they frequently utilize vices to achieve their ends, pandering to human weaknesses. By observation and application, children can learn to do that, also.
Our young heroine, twelve-year-old Suzie, is placed in a situation which supposedly calls for the application of all the better qualities in order to achieve a material goal. But Suzie quickly learns a short-cut, one which has been practiced by her female forbears since time immemorial, and by more than a few males, as well. It can be expressed in a simple three-letter word: SEX.
Suzie innocently stumbles onto this key to what we call success, is guided in its utilization at first, then finally makes it her own.
Has she learned what society wanted to teach her? Yes and no, for there is a strange dichotomy in our thinking where sex is concerned.
In this explicit contemporary novel, the "teachers"--Suzie's parents--are brought face to face with the hypocrisy of their own attitudes concerning sex. As inhibitions fall away and honesty prevails, we glimpse hope.
The final resolution is left to the reader's imagination. But we have the feeling that Suzy and her family will emerge wiser and happier as a result of what they have learned,
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Carol Dalton's breasts quivered in a clingy print blouse as she guided her younger sister into the entranceway of an L-shaped, two-story apartment house. Carol's skirt clung to the twin undulating rondures of her ass.
Twelve-year-old Suzie presented a sweetly contrasting picture in the familiar blue-and-white uniform of the American Girl Guides. A little cap perched on her brown bobbed hair while in her hand she carried an order book and a pencil.
"Why are we going here first, Carol?" Suzie asked as they circled the swimming pool.
"Because I know a guy who lives here--all right?" Carol snapped back. She resented being burdened with her baby sister on a Saturday, but she believed she had figured out a way to make the burden tolerable.
A baldheaded man who sprawled in a chair at poolside ogled the girls as they passed, imagining Carol's clothes away and fantasizing a finger between her wiggling buttocks.
"This guy will buy some of your cookies," Carol was telling her sister. "Then, while I'm visiting with him, you can try the other apartments in the building."
"Alone?" asked the innocent little girl.
"Yes, alone. You'll be all right."
"But Mama said... " Carol shut her eyes momentarily. "I know what Mother said. But for God's sake, I can't go to every door with you. I brought you to the building, and I'm getting you started-that ought to be enough. You're perfectly safe here. As soon as you've called on all the tenants, come back to Bob's apartment, and I'll take you home."
"Ooh, all right," Suzie said a bit petulantly as Carol pushed the button next to a door at the lower rear.
The door was opened by a bare-chested young man in beltless Levi's. His feet also were bare. His blue eyes brightened as he looked Carol over, noting again the charms that he knew so well.
"Right on time," he said. Then, with less enthusiasm, "So this is your baby sister."
"Yeah," Carol said. "Suzie, Bob Wilson."
"Are you going to buy some of my cookies?" Suzie asked.
"Huh?"
"Let us in, will you?" Carol asked. "Then I'll explain."
Bob held the door open. Suzie entered first. As Carol followed, the light-haired youth ran his hand down her back and over her wiggling bottom.
"Cool it," she said under her breath.
Bob shut the door.
"Suzie has to sell these dumb cookies," Carol told him half-apologetically. "It's a Girl Guide thing. You'll buy a couple of boxes, won't you?"
"How much are they?"
Suzie spoke up, "Two dollars a box."
"Well, I'm not much of a cookie nut, but I guess I can spring for two boxes. You want the money now?"
"Yes, please," Suzie said.
Bob dug into his jeans. "For you, baby," he said, winking at Carol.
She didn't reply. The whole thing was a bloody nuisance as far as the seventeen-year-old was concerned.
Bob handed the money to Suzie and got a receipt. "I'll deliver the cookies next week," she told him.
"No hurry. Uh... " Bob looked at Carol. "Is that it?"
"No. Suzie's going to call on the other tenants while you and I... uh... visit."
Bob grinned. "Well, take your time, Suzie. Give each one of them a good sales pitch. Don't take no for an answer."
"I'll do my best, Bob. Thanks very much."
She let herself out of the apartment.
"Shit!" Bob exclaimed, pulling Carol into his arms. "For a minute there, I thought you'd just set up this date to sell some fucking cookies for your sister."
"That would really have given you a fucking, hm?" Carol said. "But thanks for buying them."
"I'm figuring to take it out in trade," Bob said wolfishly, and sealed his lips to Carol's soft, moistly pink ones.
His tongue glided into her mouth and stroked her tongue. She wiggled against him, teasing his cock with her warm, soft belly. Power flowed into his sexual appendage, fattening and lifting it against the construction of his jeans, the only garment he wore. Lust guided his hands along the graceful sweep of Carol's back to her billowing buttocks which were springy-firm despite their plumpness. Bob petted and squeezed the supple half-moons and rubbed them against each other. He made out the shape of Carol's minipants beneath her snug skirt.
"Homy... homy!" she said, giving a bump against his risen hardness after unsealing her warm lips from his. "Don't you ever think about anything but getting it on?"
"Not when you're around," he told her.
"Well, Suzie's around, also," Carol said. "So we'll have to hurry... before the little shit gets back."
"She seems like a cute kid. Innocent, hm?"
"Ooh God, yes! I'm not even sure she knows where babies come from."
Bob grinned. "It won't be long before some guy will teach her a few things."
"Are you kidding! She's only twelve. Why, she doesn't even have hair on her snatch."
"Better shut up or I'll kick you out and bring her in here."
"We'll just see about that," Carol said, dropping to her knees.
"Ooh, baby, you know how to get to me!" Bob replied as she unzipped his pants.
Though both Dalton girls were products of the same rigid upbringing, Carol had rebelled when she'd reached high school and had turned wild. Only her own friends knew her true nature, however. She had been careful not to reveal herself to Suzie, for fear the young girl would tattle to their mother and set off a bad scene at home. Carol still needed the support of her family.
She reached into Bob's jeans and brought out his prick, which snapped to slanting straightness as soon as it was free. The bare bulb at the end of his penis was the color and about the size of a plum. Steadying his dick with her thumb and forefinger curled around its base, Carol began licking the smooth, tangy-flavored head.
"Oooooh, shit!" Bob exclaimed passionately, quivering with excitement as she made oral love to him. Clenching his fists at his sides, he put his head back and grimaced rapturously.
Carol's delightful tongue circled his throbbing cockhead again and again, spreading a glistening glaze of saliva all over the knob. She fluttered her tongue down his shaft, all the way to where the brownish branch thrust out of his fly. She nipped at the blonde, wiry hairs that curled into the open.
Her tongue waggled up the underside of Bob's erection as she let the horny shaft rub to and fro across her nose. Her nostrils were flared to take in its masculine scent. She kissed the underside of his cockhead, her pink lips softly pursed.
Her tantalizing licks and kisses were getting to the young man strongly, and by the time she had glided her pursed lips to the tip of his pecker, he gave a thrust, sinking his bloated cockhead into her warm, moist mouth.
Carol was ready to give head in earnest by that time, and the plunging strokes of her encircling lips matched Bob's rhythmic thrusts. He fucked her pretty face lustfully while she sucked.
His fingers threaded into her long auburn hair, and he helped pull her against him as he watched her lips gobble lower and lower on his shaft with each plunge. He felt lusciously imprisoned by her mouth and by her throat as that narrow passage opened gulpingly to take his hot cockhead in.
"Uuuuuuuh!" he groaned. "Oooooh! Wow, baby, you're the... greatest!"
That was what Carol liked to hear. She sucked Bob's cock even harder, her o-shaped pink lips skidding briskly up and down on his straight, iron-hard shaft. His glans rubbed her moistly abrasive tongue as she lapped against him, his knob surging again and again to the very back of her tongue and beyond, into the tight clasp of her throat.
When she finally raised her head, and let his stiff prick whip free, he was wild to screw her.
"Hurry up and get down on your back!" he rasped.
Carol was just as anxious to comply. She pulled up her skirt as she stretched out, revealing nude-toned bikini briefs. Bob dropped to his knees beside her, curled his fingers around the top elastic of her panties at each hip, and bunched the silky material in his hands. He pulled her panties down, revealing her thick auburn bush and the beginning of her cuntal slit. Her panties skidded along her bare thighs, which tapered from luscious fullness to cutely dimpled knees. Carol raised her legs to facilitate her boyfriend's removal of her pants. A clingy elastic got caught on one of her loafers, and he had to work with it to get the pants free. Then he tossed them aside, and Carol spread her thighs, her knees steepled.
Gazing at her lush, teenaged cunt was one of Bob's keenest pleasures. Her soft slit was bordered by curly dark hairs. Excitement had sent warm blood surging into her labia and had stiffened her clitty, causing the ragged, beige-colored lips to protrude slightly. Between the soft flanges, Bob glimpsed rosy moistness.
While he was thus admiring her pussy before taking his plunge within it, Carol was wriggling out of her blouse. Her tapering, upthrust titties swayed to and fro.
Bob saw them and crawled over her, wrapping his hands around the very shapely mounds, which were smooth and firm to his touch. Squeezing, he bent to lick her erect, rosy-beige nipples.
"Come on and fuck me!" Carol whined, her sucking of his cock having made her more than ready to receive his rigid shaft without further preparation.
But Bob had to take a few quick sucks at her titties first, causing her to anxiously grasp his rod and rub its swollen head into the humid clasp of her cuntlips. He raised his head from her breasts and, supporting himself on straight arms at each side of her body, drove his hips forward. His stiff cock sank deeply into her snug, slippery cunt.
"Ooooh, wowwwwwww!" Carol breathed. "Doooooo it! Drive me right into the fucking floor!"
The twenty-year-old pumped his rigid prick in her channel, and she tilted her pussy up for each thrust. Weaving her hips as her bottom hung quivering in the air, Carol massaged her boyfriend's thrusting pecker with her warm, soft flesh. Her feet were planted against the floor, giving her leverage, and she used that with a passion and sensuous skill which seemed beyond her years. But she'd had a great deal of practice since she was fourteen--a fact she cleverly had kept hidden from her family.
The more ardently she received and worked upon Bob's fucking thrusts, the greater his passion grew. Soon he was driving his tool into her with hard, jarring jolts which shook her tits and caused her eyes to roll wantonly. He lowered himself fully against her, bringing his rod into closer contact with her clitty, and he went into short, fast strokes.
Carol gasped. She clawed at his back. Her legs came up around him, clamping hold, and she returned his fucking with as much ardor as he was putting forth. Their loins rubbed rapidly together, his prick bobbing in her hot hole.
She was the first to come, gasping and clutching hold of him hard as her hips hung suspended above the floor, her buttocks clenching. Then her cunt commenced to ripple, 'and a flurry of ecstatic shivers coursed through her.
Bob jerked within her. His cockhead swelled, and his warm cum shot from it to splash spurtingly into her convulsing depths.
They clung together, panting, her bottom still elevated from the floor, as the last of their tensions drained away. Then Carol collapsed against the carpet, Bob falling limp atop her. They could feel each other's heartbeats in the blissful aftermath of their tumultuous fucking...
I hope somebody besides Bob will buy my cookies! Suzie was thinking as she approached the apartment next door. Her freshly scrubbed face glowed with childish eagerness...
CHAPTER TWO
Sandra Mortenson stood before her open closet which was jam-packed with clothes and thought ruefully that she didn't have a thing to wear. At the moment, she wore the bare minimum-just panties made of fine blue nylon, with a narrow fringe of white lace. Her full tits projected lusciously, with pink nipples tilted at their crests.
Her pale golden hair hung down her back, glistening like silk.
She didn't hear her husband enter the bedroom. The slender, dark-haired man crept up behind her, reached stealthily forward and wrapped his hands around her warm, smooth boobies.
Sandra gasped and gave a jump; involuntarily grinding her lush ass against her husband's pants-front. She whirled away from her, her green eyes glinting.
"Get your goddamned hands off me!" she shrilled.
"But, baby, I just wanted to be friendly," he said in startled meekness.
"Well, I don't want to be friendly with you! You're always saying we don't have enough money when I want to charge new clothes, but you have nothing better to do than hang around the house and sneak up on me to get a feel. Why don't you go out and find a second job?"
Harold Mortenson turned and exited the bedroom much like a snake, crawling on its belly. His beautiful, bitchy wife had turned what might have been a happy marriage into a hell on earth for Harold, causing him to feel inadequate and to hate all women.
He sank morosely into a chair in the living room as Sandra slammed the bedroom door. Frustration gnawed at him.
The door buzzer sounded, causing Harold to jump. His nerves were raw. He got up and walked to the door, expecting to confront some oily mouthed guy selling brushes or vacuum cleaners. He would send the bastard on his way in a hurry!
Harold opened the door and gazed with surprise at the pretty little girl who stood there.
"Yes?" he said, taking in her cute uniform and the earnest expression on her sweet face. His mood mellowed.
"Would you like to buy some cookies to help the Girl Guides?" Suzie asked, looking up at him.
"Well, I don't know... " A wild urge came over Harold, born of his frustration with Sandra and his need for some alternative. It wasn't something that he thought about, just a sudden, giddy desire.
"They're only two dollars a box, mister," Suzie said in her innocent little voice.
Harold grinned. "Come in and let's talk about it, shall we?"
Suzie entered the apartment, feeling a trifle apprehensive. Her uneasiness wasn't due to any fear which she herself had, but resulted from her mother's warnings before she and her sister had left home: Suzie wasn't supposed to go anywhere alone, and certainly not into anyone's house. But she didn't understand why not, and, anyway, this man seemed nice.
He shut the door. "Just sit over there on the couch," he said gently. "Then you tell me about these cookies you're selling."
Suzie saw where he had indicated, her short skirt gliding high on her smooth, bare legs. "They're very delicious cookies," she said.
Harold sat beside her. "I don't suppose you have any samples."
Suzie thought that over. "No. They didn't give me any cookies yet. I'm just taking orders today."
"I see."
Harold's strange, sudden urge was growing stronger, overcoming prudence. His wife was right in the next room, but that didn't seem to matter. Nothing mattered but the sweet little girl who sat beside him and the fact that they were alone together, if only by virtue of one wall and a few fleeting moments.
Harold placed a hand on the little girl's knees. "What's your name?" he asked softly, though his tone had taken on a slight huskiness.
Suzie told him. The fact that he had his hand on her knees didn't bother him, because her daddy did that sometimes when they were having a serious father-to-daughter talk.
"Do you know that you're a very pretty little girl, Suzie?" the strange man asked.
She smiled and blushed. "Some people say so, but I don't believe it."
"Well, it's true."
Harold's throat tightened as he began to glide his hand up the little girl's thighs, pushing her blue skirt before it.
"I'm going to buy a lot of cookies," he said with some difficulty.
Suzie stared down at his hand, which was gliding closer and closer to her lap, baring her golden tanned legs nearly to their tops. She felt funny, but she didn't want to say anything to make the man stop, because he had promised to buy some cookies.
He pushed her skirt as high as it would go while she was sitting on the edge of it, and the elastic legbands of her pink, silken panties came into view, making a V of pink where her thighs came together.
Harold's prick turned hard in his pants.
How wonderful it was, he thought, to pet a sweet little girl who didn't talk back to him and make him take his hand away! How great it would be to take all her clothes off and...
Harold didn't dare carry the thought any further because of his conventional, prudish conscience. But the urge remained and was getting stronger by the moment.
Harold glided his hand onto Suzie's little pink pants and petted her belly through the clingy nylon.
"I don't think... you ought to do that," she said, feeling funnier and funnier by the moment. The feeling wasn't bad-just the opposite, in fact. But it upset her. And she was embarrassed to have the man looking at her underwear and petting her there.
"You're so sweet... so sweet... " Harold crooned, running his hand all over her hips and tummy and up and down her thighs.
"How many... boxes of cookies do you want?" she asked, trying to ease her skirt down.
"Ooooh, I don't know... " Harold said huskily, still petting her on the panties. "I can use quite a few, I think."
The door of the bedroom opened and Sandra came out, fully dressed. Shocked into caution, Harold pulled the little girl's skirt down and took his hand away before Sandra glanced in their direction.
When she did, a slim eyebrow arched. "Well, who's this?"
"This is Suzie, dear," Harold said, making it light. "She's selling cookies for the Girl Guides."
"I'm sure you can afford to buy some," Sandra said waspishly. "You have lots of money. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
She left the apartment, saucily switching her hips.
Harold's giddiness returned as he gazed at the little girl who sat beside him. They were really alone now--no one else in the soundproofed apartment.
"How many boxes of cookies do you have to sell, Suzie?" Harold asked.
"Well, I'm supposed to sell twenty, if I can. But that would be doing pretty good. Ten is okay."
"How many have you sold already?"
"Two."
"How about if I buy eight more?" Harold asked. "Would that make you feel good?"
"Ooh, yes!" Suzie exclaimed, her little face lighting up.
"If I were to do that, would you do something for me?"
"Sure, if I could "
"Would you let me take off your panties?"
[ Harold asked.
Suzie blushed as she stared at him. "That sounds naughty. "
"No, it isn't. I won't hurt you. How about it, hmmm?"
"Well... " Suzie was thinking of the great sale she could make, and how it would put her over the top even if she didn't make any more sales at all. She supposed it would be worth being embarrassed for a minute... if the man just wanted to look at her with her panties off.
"Okay," she said. "You can take off my panties. But you aren't going to do anything else, are you?"
"I won't do anything you tell me not to," Harold promised.
That seemed reasonable enough to Suzie and, even though it made her feel ashamed, she lifted her legs, her skirt gliding back to her lap. Harold eagerly reached for her panties, grasping the cute silken garment at both sides and stripping it out from under her bottom. He pulled the panties along her legs and off.
The man's eyes fairly popped as they caressed her delta, just above where she was pressing her thighs together. She didn't have a single hair there!
She wasn't a woman and so he didn't have to be afraid of her, Harold felt. Yet she was a female and could give him satisfaction.
He placed his hands on her trim but shapely thighs and slowly glided them halfway up. He tightened his grip and tried to spread her thighs apart.
"No!" Suzie exclaimed, getting more embarrassed by the moment. She held her thighs firmly together. "You promised!"
"I said I wouldn't do anything you told me not to," Harold replied. "But when you said I could take off your panties, I thought that meant I could look at you."
"B-between my legs?" Suzie asked, her childish cheeks growing pink.
"Of course!"
"I don't want you to do that," Suzie said resolutely.
"Why not?"
"It's too embarrassing."
"Very well." Harold grinned broadly. "I've got an idea--if you'll let me look at you between the legs, I'll let you look at me down there. It won't be embarrassing if we can look at each other, will it?"
"I don't think it's right," Suzie said.
"What's wrong with it? It can't hurt anything." Suzie considered that. She guessed just looking wasn't so bad--and there were those eight boxes of cookies that the man was going to buy. Anyway, she was kind of curious about how a man looked with his pants off. She had no idea.
"All right," she said finally.
Thrilling, Harold quickly unfastened his pants and pushed them down. He jerked off his shorts and pulled the trousers from his legs.
Suzie was staring at his shorts which were boxer-style, like her daddy wore. She had glimpsed her dad a few times like that, when he was getting dressed. But there was something in the strange man's shorts which was pushing the front of them up, at one side. She had never noticed anything like that about her daddy.
The girl's curiosity was quickly satisfied when Harold jerked his shorts out from under his bottom and pulled them along his legs. A big, long thing leaped up to stand quivering. At its base were two rounded bulges in a brownish sack which had lots of hair curling around it.
Suzie stared, shocked and fascinated.
The man was smiling and kind of red in the face. He seemed excited. He grasped the long thing that was sticking up from his lap and pushed downward, with his fingers curled around it. The skin on the outside of the thing slid down, and a bulgy knob was exposed which was kind of bluish-pink.
"You don't have one of these, do you?" Harold asked, still gripping the base of his cock.
"Gosh, no!" Suzie exclaimed, her eyes wide as saucers.
"Well, what do you have?" Harold's voice trembled with anticipation.
"Just a little soft place with an opening," Suzie said.
"Let me see it!"
Slowly, feeling embarrassed even though he had shown his thing to her, Suzie moved her legs apart. Harold leaned down and looked between her thighs.
She had the most delightful little pussy he had ever seen--utterly hairless and soft, with a tight little slit.
"Open it for me!" he husked.
"Ooooh, I couldn't do thaaaaaat!" Suzie said.
"But I pushed the skin down off mine, so you could see it."
That was true, Suzie decided, and she guessed it entitled him to see inside hers. Her hands slowly slid down over her tummy and between her thighs. She pressed the velvety lips of her childish cunt and moved them gently apart. Fresh, delicate pinkness gleamed at Harold.
"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed, overcome by passion, and he dropped to his knees between her spread legs.
"What are you going to doooooo?" Suzie asked, startled and a bit frightened. The man's body, wedged between her knees, kept her from closing her legs.
"I just want to... kiss you there!" Harold exclaimed breathlessly. "Please let me! It will feel good, darling!"
"But that's nasty!" Suzie said.
"Ooh, no it isn't! It will be wonderful! You'll like it-I promise!"
Harold was bending lower, using his arms to keep Suzie's legs apart as he backed up a bit, in order to bring his face into position.
Suzie thought she should make him stop. Maybe she should hit him. But she did want to sell her cookies, and he surely wouldn't buy any if she were to make him mad.
She didn't say anything, and she didn't do anything, either. She became more tense--and strangely excited--as the man's face neared the soft, slitted organ between her thighs. A vagina was what her mother called it, but she'd heard naughty girls at school call it a pussy.
Nobody ought to kiss it, Suzie felt. The very idea seemed filthy! But that was what the man was about to do.
First he touched it with his fingertips, testing its softness. Suzie jumped. The man glided his thumbs onto her labia and very shallowly into her slit. He stretched the outer lips apart, opening her succulent little peach.
"Ooooh, noooooooh... " she murmured, feeling ashamed. Her breath was coming faster. She was very tense.
The man brought his face right up to her pussy. Looking at him over the little bump at the base of her belly, Suzie saw him stick his tongue out. Then she felt that moist, wiggly tongue right between the lips of her vagina, which the man was holding open. Suzie gasped, because a very funny thrill went through her.
The man groaned as he licked up and down in her pussy. She noticed that the big, long thing that stuck up from his middle was twitching. She felt strange and very excited--she didn't know why. She also felt more embarrassed than she ever had in her life.
"Isn't that... enough?" she gasped as the man continued to lick her.
He said nothing but just kept his tongue stroking up and down in her open slit, wiggling her very delicate cuntal folds. She had a very light, subtle scent, and she tasted tangy-sweet.
Harold pressed his parted lips against her previous cunt and sucked. As he drew up her fresh-flowing juices and swallowed them, the thrill turned his head light and he thought he might shoot. He didn't, though his cock was twitching in super-stiff erection.
"Ooooh, PLEEEEEEASE stop!" Suzie cried.
She felt so strange and tingly that she didn't think she could stand any more of the man's nasty kissing.
He raised his head and looked at her with a soft brightness in his eyes. He got to his feet, and she stared at the thing which thrust out from his middle. It swayed as he moved, and every once in awhile it gave a jerk. It was the strangest thing Suzie had ever seen.
The man moved very close to her, pressing his legs against the edge of the sofa where she sat. She had shut her legs against the hot throbbing between them.
"You kiss mine now!" Harold said passionately, clutching his hard cock and pointing it directly at her face.
"NOOOOOOOH!" the little girl exclaimed, visibly recoiling.
"Why not? I did it for you."
"Ooh, I couldn't!"
"It's fun to kiss a man's cock," Harold told her. (He only wished that Sandra thought so!) "Is that what it's called-a cock?" Suzie asked, staring at it.
"Yes. Or a prick." It twitched. "Please kiss it!"
"I can't do that!" Suzie steadfastly maintained.
It was at the tip of Harold's tongue to try to pressure her by threatening not to buy her cookies after all. But he couldn't bring himself to be that cruel. The little girl was sweet and lovable, and she had given him a great thrill by letting him kiss her cunt!
"Then at least put your hand on it!" Harold implored. "Just stroke it up and down."
That seemed better than kissing it, and Suzie was curious to find out what it felt like. She tentatively lifted her hand and extended it to Harold's prick. As her dainty little fingers curled around the hot, throbbing column, a jolt traveled through his body.
"Ooooh, my!" Suzie exclaimed. "It's so haaaaaard!"
She tightened her grip on the man's cock, though her fingers weren't long enough to go all the way around it. She felt warmth pulsating through the column, and the bulging knob at its end seemed to swell larger. Clear moisture oozed out of the slit at its tip.
"Work your hand up and down on it!" Harold husked.
Suzie complied, finding that the outer skin on the shaft glided easily against the hard center. Harold groaned and writhed, thrilling beyond words as the sweet little girl masturbated him. This was something else that Sandra would never do.
Suzie was fascinated by the effect which her stroking of the man's cock had on him. It was kind of fun, also, to hold his hard, long thing in her hand. She stroked longer and more firmly, watching his loose outer skin roll up and back across the funny ridge which encircled the knob of his prick.
Those words--cock and prick--weren't new to Suzie. She had heard them, along with pussy and cunt and fuck and others. But she hadn't known for sure what they meant, and she had never thought them, let alone used them.
Her arm was getting a little tired as she pumped it up and down, driving her encircling hand on the man's stiff cock. But he seemed to be enjoying her stroking so much, and this gave the little girl such a sense of importance, that she didn't want to stop. "Now harder!" Harold panted. "Faster!"
Suzie tightened her grip on his throbbing, stiff column, and she pumped her arm as fast as it would go. Harold gasped. His eyes rolled back. He seemed to be struggling for breath. His cock suddenly jerked in Suzie's stroking hand, and a glob of thick, whitish fluid shot from the end of it, striking the front of the little girl's dress.
"Oooh, my goodness'." she exclaimed, not knowing what to make of the strange occurrence.
She loosened her grip on Harold's cock, preparing to take her hand away.
"Noooooh!" he howled. "Keep... stroking it! Hold on... tight!"
Suzie did as directed, and his cock kept spitting white, gooey spurts. By holding her other hand in front of his prick, she managed to catch the wet stuff so that it didn't muss her dress any further.
She noticed that the stuff had a strong smell, kind of like fish.
Finally Harold stopped coming, and he relaxed with a deeply gratified sigh. His cock softened in Suzie's hand, and she let go of it, realizing that he wasn't interested in having her pump it any longer. She stared at her other palm which contained a puddle of his cream.
"What is this stuff?" Suzie wanted to know.
"It's nothing," Harold said, breathing deeply. "Just go and wash up. The bathroom's right over there." Harold pointed.
"I got some on my uniform, too," Suzie said. "The Girl Guides won't like that."
"Dab some water on your uniform, dear. It will be all right."
Harold restored his penis to his clothes and sat down while his young guest washed. He supposed he should feel ashamed of himself, but he didn't. The come which he'd just had was better than any he'd gotten with Sandra in a year or more... and he hadn't hurt the little girl. Heck, she had seemed to get some fun out of it, too.
Suzie returned, looking at him closely. "Are you going to buy my cookies now?" she asked.
"Ooh yes, darling, I am!" Harold said. "Eight boxes--all right?"
"That will be just fine!" Suzie smiled.
As Harold took out his billfold and counted out sixteen dollars, he thought he had never gotten such a bargain in his life.
Suzie couldn't have been more pleased. Selling cookies was easier--and more fun--than she had thought. But it was different than she had expected. She wondered what would happen at the next apartment she was to visit...
CHAPTER THREE
Roger Trent gazed ardently at the soft white ass which swung toward his face as his wife got into position astride his chest, facing south.
Now, as Roger looked up, he didn't see just whiteness. Glorianna's ass was spread by her straddling posture, and her husband was able to inspect not only her delectable cunt with its curling reddish-gold fuzz and pink folds, but the little pink-centered eye between her buttocks, as well. All in all, it was a hell of a sight, and Roger's prick demonstrated his pleasure by twitching as it stuck straight up from his brown-bushed loins.
Glorianna clamped the base of his cock delicately between a forefinger and thumb as she gazed at the appealing pink head of her husband's lollipop. Her green eyes glinted with passion. Her strawberry-blonde hair tumbled down.
She extended a dainty tongue and approached the candy stick which her husband had generously made available to her. She began to lick his cock.
Roger's hands were on his wife's hips, guiding her crotch down to his face so that her cunt was in perfect licking position. His tongue rose from his mouth, and he plowed into the tantalizing feast.
Bzzzzzzzzz!
"Oh, shit," Glorianna said, raising her head from her husband's dick. "Who could that be at the door?"
"Some son of a bitch who has lousy timing," Roger groaned. "But I suppose I'd better answer it. It could be important."
Glorianna let him slide out from under her and stand up.
She giggled. "You don't intend to greet somebody with your prick like that, do you?"
He looked down at the stiffly projecting organ. "I'll fold my robe over it and stand behind the door."
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
"They're persistent, whoever they are," Glorianna observed.
"If it isn't important, I think I'll smash them in the mouth," Roger said.
"What if it's the Avon lady?" his wife asked mischievously.
"Then I'll put something besides my fist in her mouth."
"Don't you dare!" Glorianna said. "I want that tasty thing myself."
Giving her a fond look, Roger belted his robe around him and left the bedroom to stride to the front door of the apartment. His penis softened on the way. He opened the door.
"Hello, sir!" Suzie said, smiling up at him. "Would you care to buy some cookies for the Girl Guides?"
"You gotta be kidding," he said. But he was mildly amused.
"No, it's our annual cookie drive. Haven't you heard about it?"
"Who is it, darling?" Glorianna asked as she entered the living room. She also was attired in a robe and nothing else.
"A little girl selling cookies," Roger said. "Would you believe that?"
"Well, don't be an oaf!" his wife said. "Let her in and I'll get some money."
Roger opened the door wide and inclined his head toward the interior of the apartment. Suzie entered and looked around.
"Hello, there," the pretty, blonde-haired lady said, smiling at her. "How much are those cookies of yours, anyway?"
"Two dollars a box," Suzie replied.
"Well, I guess we can take a box of them--all right, Rog?"
"Sure."
"The last man I called on bought eight boxes!" Suzie spoke up, disappointed by the small size of the current sale.
"Eight boxes!" Roger stared at her. "Shit!" Glorianna tsked. "Don't say shit in front of the little girl, darling. Where are your manners?"
Suzie colored slightly. She didn't like that vulgar word, which the naughty boys used at school.
"You must have done some fancy selling," Roger commented, "to get the last guy to order eight boxes."
"Well... I did help play a little game with him," Suzie said.
"Yeah? What kind of game?"
Glorianna, who had been about to fetch the money, waited; she too was curious.
"Maybe I shouldn't talk about it," Suzie replied, still thinking it was kind of nasty even though it had been fun.
"Go ahead," Roger said, chuckling. "I'm sure it won't shock us."
"Well... I let the man take off my panties and... "
"Good Lord!" Glorianna exclaimed.
Roger's penis stirred, threatening to rise.
"So what happened after the guy took your panties off?" he inquired.
"He kissed me," Suzie said, not batting an eye.
"Down there." Roger pointed.
"Mm-hmm," the little girl replied innocently.
"And did you do anything for him?" Glorianna asked.
"I put my hand on his thing," Suzie reported. "And I... pumped it up and down." She made a motion with her curled hand, describing what she had done.
"Who the hell was that? Tell me, and I'll report him," Roger said.
"Ooh, grow up!" Glorianna cut in quickly. "He didn't hurt the little girl. Did he, darling?" she asked Suzie.
"No. It was fun, in a way. But I suppose I really shouldn't have done it."
"Wait," Glorianna said. She looked at her husband. "Perhaps we could buy eight or ten boxes of her cookies, also. Doesn't that sound interesting, Roger?"
"You're something else!" he said, staring at his uninhibited wife.
"Well, it's been awhile since we did anything real daring--hmmmm?"
"That's not only daring, it's dangerous," Roger said.
"Oooh, bullshit!" Glorianna exclaimed, forgetting herself momentarily. "This little girl wouldn't cause trouble for anyone. Besides, she wants to sell a lot of cookies--don't you, dear?"
"Ooh, yes!" Suzie said.
"Come on into the bedroom." Glorianna inclined her strawberry-blonde head. "My money's in there."
Roger shook his head in amazement, but he followed along as his wife entered the bedroom behind the little girl in the Guide uniform.
"It's so warm!" Glorianna said. "I think I'll take my robe off."
Suzie stared as the pretty woman unbelted her robe and shrugged out of it. Her breasts were full and rounded, and they quivered gently. Stubby pink nipples stuck up at their crests.
"Why don't you take off your robe too, dear?" Glorianna suggested to her husband.
Against his better judgment, Roger complied. As Glorianna had stated, they hadn't done anything very daring for some time, and boredom had begun to settle into their marriage. But this girl was-what? Eleven or twelve? That was awfully young!
Suzie stared at the man's long, limp cock which hung in front of the same kind of rounded things in a sack that the other man had. But this man's cock was different--it didn't have skin over its knob.
"You don't mind looking at people's naked bodies, do you?" Glorianna asked Suzie.
"No," the little girl said, glancing from the man to the woman. "You both have hair down there on your front."
Glorianna giggled. "Of course. Don't you have any... uh, what's your name, dear?"
"Suzie."
"Well, we're Glorianna and Roger. Do you have any hair on your body?"
Suzie shook her head.
"How old are you?" Roger asked, his cock fattening and beginning to lift.
"Twelve." Suzie gazed at his lower middle. "Ooh, look what's happening!"
"Yeah," Roger said, embarrassed but thrilled by the little girl's interest in his prick, which continued to rise.
"That's all right, Suzie," his wife said soothingly. "He won't hurt you with that. The other man didn't hurt you, did he? I mean, he didn't try to, uh, stick that thing any place?"
"No."
The lifting and lengthening of Roger's prick fascinated Suzie. Quickly the organ was perfectly stiff, standing out and slightly upward from the base of his belly.
"Well, Roger won't stick his thing any place, either--will you, dear?" Glorianna looked at him meaningfully.
"Of course not," he said, then added at a bit lower pitch, "except maybe into you!"
A laugh rippled from Glorianna's throat. She had to give Roger credit--he had suggested something that might be great fun, letting the little girl watch while he fucked her.
Suzie was a bit confused by all the conversation. She only wanted to get her cookie order and the money, then be on her way. She was running very late, as it was.
"You know what we're going to do?" Glorianna said. "We're not going to buy just eight boxes of cookies, like that last man did. We're going to buy fifteen of them!"
Suzie's eyes widened. "Reeeeeeally?"
"That's right," Glorianna said. "That is... if you'll play a little game with us, like you did with the other man."
"What do you want me to do?"
"First, take all your clothes off," Glorianna said matter-of-factly.
Roger had wrapped a hand around his stiff dick and was slowly stroking it. Suzie didn't seem to mind.
"Well... I suppose it's all right," Suzie said, "long as you won't hurt me."
"Hurting you is the last thing in the world that we would ever want to do--isn't it, darling?" Glorianna looked at her husband.
"Oh. Sure. I mean--of course, we won't hurt you. You're too cute!"
Suzie smiled at him.
"Well, take your clothes off," Glorianna urged. "Here--I'll hold that book and pencil. You can put your clothes on the chair beside you."
"Do you, uh, have anybody going around with you?" Roger asked cautiously. "Your mother, or anyone?"
"No. Mama's at home. Oh, my sister is here in the building, but she's visiting a guy."
"Great!" Roger grinned.
Suzie removed her little cap and placed it on the chair.
"Isn't she sweet, darling!" Glorianna gushed to her husband.
"Damned right," he replied, continuing to stroke his cock slowly.
Suzie turned away from the couple and unfastened her dress. Why was it that everybody wants me to take my clothes off and do funny things with them? she wondered. It embarrassed her. But what had happened with the man in the other apartment had felt good, especially his kissing her between the legs. She wondered whether Roger and Glorianna would do something like that.
Suzie lifted her blue-and-white uniform over her head, which left her in a ruffled white slip. Her pink panties showed faintly through it.
"We're playing with fire," Roger said softly to his wife.
"We've never gotten burned before, have we?" she responded.
"But those were tame capers compared to this--a child of twelve!"
"Shut up, darling. Let Mama handle things-- okay?"
They watched as Suzie, still facing away from them, lifted her slip over her head. Her silken pink pants clung to her rounded little bottom. Her back was bare above the panty elastic.
"Turn around, dear," Glorianna purred.
Suzie turned to face the lady and man, feeling ashamed of her nudity. Their eyes gave her goosebumps as they stroked the sleek front of her panties and across her chest. She had tiny bumps where titties were just beginning to sprout. Her nipples, stiff in the cool air, were pale pink, like delicate little roses.
"Now your panties, darling," Glorianna said, her voice thickening a bit.
Roger studied his wife. Though her first choice in sex seemed to be men, she had been known to get very passionate over women. Roger wondered whether she would react as strongly with this little girl. If her tense voice and the glint in her eyes were indicative, she was apt to get very passionate indeed!
Suzie blushed as she slipped her panties down and stepped from them. Roger stroked his prick feelingly as he stared at the little girl's hairless pussy.
Perhaps, he, too, was in danger of becoming too excited with the child, he thought. But if he did, it would be Glorianna's fault. She had brought the dangerous situation about.
"Ooooh, you are delightful!" Glorianna exclaimed. "Isn't she, Roger?"
"Yeah," he said, tickling his hot, throbbing cockhead.
"Why don't you lie down right in the center of the bed, darling?" Glorianna said to the child. "And spread your little legs apart."
"You promised you wouldn't hurt me," Suzie reminded her.
"And we certainly shall not!"
Thinking of the thirty dollars she expected to take from the apartment, in payment for fifteen boxes of cookies--a really great sale!--Suzie climbed onto the bed. The Trents watched her compact bottom waggle.
Suzie rolled over, onto her back, and steepled her knees. She swung her slender, tapering thighs wide apart.
Roger's eyes turned very warm and sensuous as they stared at the young girl's innocently smooth little cunt, not a hair marring or hiding its delicate beauty. Her slit was tightly closed, although her thighs were well apart.
Roger wondered how it would feel to stick his prick deeply into her and told himself it would no doubt be terrific--but he wouldn't know for sure, because he didn't dare try such an attack. It would be rape, whether Suzie gave him a go-ahead or not, and society could be extremely vengeful toward men who took advantage of young girls.
He held back, letting Glorianna approach the bed first. She got down onto her knees on the mattress, her dangling tits swaying. She smiled at Suzie after thoroughly admiring her baby snatch.
"You let the man in the other apartment kiss you between the legs," she said. "How about letting me do the same thing?"
"But you're a... lady!" Suzie said, surprised.
"Thank you That doesn't mean I don't admire pretty little girls."
"Well, I guess you can kiss me if you want to," Suzie said. "Just don't bite or anything."
"Oooh, don't worry!" Glorianna purred. "Roger, why don't you watch?"
He sat on an edge of the bed and sighted down one of Suzie's slanting thighs as his wife's face approached the tender shrine between the child's legs. He watched Glorianna's rosy tongue come out. Her tongue quivered and curled as it neared Suzie's slit. Then, as the little girl gasped and obviously had trouble controlling some urges that she didn't understand, Glorianna licked along her slit, from its very bottom to its top.
A new wave of shame swept over Suzie, because she thought what the woman was doing was very nasty. But it felt good--as good as when the man next door had licked her.
Glorianna's thumbs crept into play, wiggling the velvety little lips at each side of Suzie's tight fissure. She slowly drew the lips apart, exposing delicate, bright pinkness between them. Her tongue-tip entered the little girl's slit, and Suzie caught her breath again.
All the licking she had been getting, down between her legs, was making her feel stranger and stranger--as if she wanted something more, but she wasn't sure what. Glorianna's tongue pushed deeper into her soft, wiggly flesh than the man next door had gone, and Suzie thrilled stronger.
"Ooooh!" she said. "G-gosh! That feels so funnnneeeeeee!"
"But good, huh?" Roger asked, watching closely.
"Kind of," Suzie said.
Roger crawled around behind his wife so that he could look at her upturned ass while she knelt and kept her head low, licking the little girl's cunt. Glorianna's pussy was well exposed between her white, shapely thighs. Roger crept close to it and fingered its lightly fuzzed lips apart.
Glorianna's cunt was wet inside. Roger watched the oval mouth of his wife's vagina palpitate. Her clit was stiff in its whorls of soft, hooding flesh.
The man bent, nuzzling into the crack of his wife's sumptuous ass, and stuck his tongue out. He placed the tip of his oral organ between her parted cuntlips and licked the smooth, firm head of her clitty.
He felt a jolt travel through her, and she hunkered down more urgently into Suzie's crotch, her lips suctioning on the little girl's hairless pussy. At the same time, her ass pushed more firmly against Roger, the radiating puckers of her anus seeming to trap the tip of his nose as his tongue sank deep into her sweet cuntal nest. He tongue-fucked her while she sucked and champed gently at Suzie's delicately flavored twat.
The little girl didn't know what to make of the wild things that were happening... or of the strange effect they had on her. She felt hot and tingly between the legs, where the lady was licking her. Gradually those tingles spread throughout her entire body. She wanted to squirm and do something to try to put her fire out, but she didn't know what to do!
Glorianna raised her blonde head from Suzie's crotch. She panted for breath, and her lips gleamed moistly.
"Roger, get around here!" she snapped at her husband, who was still licking and sucking her from the rear.
He raised his head and crawled forward, his stuck-up cock waggling. Suzie stared at it. She wondered if he would want her to stroke it up and down like the other man had asked her to do.
"Dear... " Glorianna said to the child, "wouldn't you like to kiss Roger the way I just kissed you?"
There was that awful question again!
"No!" Suzie exclaimed. "I don't want to do that!"
"Well, have you ever tried it?" Glorianna asked.
Suzie was forced to admit she hadn't.
"It's lots of fun!" said Glorianna enthusiastically. "Here--let me show you."
As the little girl stared, Glorianna turned toward her husband and kissed the rosy head of his prick. Glorianna's softly pursed lips withdrew about an inch, and her tongue came out. She licked where she had just kissed, then began stroking her tongue-tip in circles around her husband's cock- head, causing the horny shaft to sway and twitch. It bobbed away from her mouth altogether, and she had to grasp it to bring it back. She continued to steady it with her hand as she resumed licking.
Roger bit his lower lip as he stared down at her tongue dancing over the knob of his cock. The sight was almost as good as the gliding, fluttering touch-and better than both was the realization that sweet, innocent Suzie was watching! That fact inspired Glorianna, also, and she licked her husband's dick quite thoroughly, waggling her tongue up and down each side of it, round and round, and over the bald, bulging head once more.
Finally she let her mouth ease open, and her lips crawled completely over the head of his cock, submerging the throbbing bulb in her wet, warm oral embrace. She rolled her eyes toward Suzie, watching the child's shocked and fascinated reaction as she sucked the juicy head of her husband's dick. She kept watching Suzie as she glided her encircling lips up and down on his rod, letting his glans forge back along her tongue, to the tight, palpitating gateway of her throat.
Suzie was amazed.
She wondered how bad the man's nasty prick tasted. How could that nice lady stand it?
Suzie had trouble imagining herself doing such a thing--still, she was curious and oddly inspired, as if the kids at school had started playing a new game and she wanted to find out what it was like.
The blonde lady was pumping her mouth up and down rapidly on the man's cock by that time, in much the same way as Suzie had pumped her hand on the man's cock next door. Roger obviously liked it. He was staring at Suzie with hot eyes as he thrust his prick between the pretty lady's lips. The round things that hung underneath his cock were swinging, banging against the lady's chin. He had a lot of hair around them.
Suzie wondered when she was going to get hair on her body.
"You see?" Glorianna said a bit hoarsely after uncapping her mouth from her husband's cock. "It looks like fun, doesn't it?"
"I... I don't know," Suzie said.
"Well, it is fun--lots of fun. Why don't you try it?" .
Suzie was on the verge of saying yet--but she remained frightened. And it still seemed awfully nasty to her.
"Come on, Suzie," Roger coaxed, crawling closer to her as she sat in the middle of the mattress, one adult on each side. "Just lick it first."
"Do I have to?" Suzie asked.
"You want to sell all those cookies, don't you?" Glorianna bargained shamelessly.
"Yes, I do!"
"Then be nice to the man. It's his money, you know."
Suzie stared at his cock which pointed straight at her face like a cannon. Clear juice was oozing from the little hole at its end.
"Come on, now... " Glorianna purred, and gently took the child's head between her hands. She exerted pressure, pushing Suzie's head forward and down. At the same time, Roger crawled closer yet.
His cock was right in front of Suzie's nose. She could smell it--but it wasn't too bad. Maybe it wouldn't taste too bad, either, she thought.
She stuck out her little pink tongue.
Roger took a tight figurative grip on himself as the child's mouth neared his prick. Her tongue fluttered... then touched the tip of his cock.
Despite his psychological precaution, Roger's pecker flipped and, for a moment, he thought that the intense thrill would make him shoot off. But he controlled himself. In the meantime, Suzie had become startled and had withdrawn.
The child once again approached the man's cock. She licked it. Roger was gripping the shaft of his prick to hold it steady. Suzie decided that the taste of the thing--nasty though it might be--wasn't as bad as she had feared. She licked it again.
"Oooooh, yessssss!" Glorianna hissed, watching from beneath sensuously lowered lids. "That's the way! You love it, don't you? Isn't it niiiiice?"
Suzie kept licking all around the knob of the man's juicy cock. It was no longer necessary for Glorianna to guide her head. Suzie was remaining in place, of her own accord, caught by the fascination of the strange, new act which gave her an odd kind of pleasure.
"Lick underneath his dick and all up and down it," Glorianna urged. "Treat it just like a long, luscious popsicle."
Suzie waggled her little tongue along, trying to do what she was asked. As Roger's cock rubbed her nose, she smelled it more strongly-but there was something kind of nice about that. She licked down toward the man's hairy balls.
"Lick his balls, too!" Glorianna fairly yelped as she stuck two fingers up her hotly throbbing cunt. "Lick all over them!"
So that's what those things are called, Suzie thought--balls. She let her moist little tongue skid onto them, and she licked through the hairs.
Roger writhed. His stiff cock waggled across the girl's nose and brushed her cheeks. She thought it might poke her in an eye, and she shut both eyes, letting his cock rub an eyelid. She kept kissing his balls.
"Now get back to the head of his cock and suck!" Glorianna excitedly directed. "Take as much as you can right into your mouth!"
Suzie glided her lips up the man's shaft and let them encompass the end of his prick, as Glorianna's lips had done. The little girl had to stretch her mouth very wide in order to glide her lips fully over his cockhead... but she managed. Suddenly she found her mouth stuffed of the man's warm, throbbing prick. Her lips tightened in the groove behind the ridge of his knob.
Goodness, what am I doing? she wondered wildly as she sucked on the man's strange-tasting cock.
She felt funny all over. Her body was tingling, much as it had done when Glorianna and the other man had licked her between the legs. She felt very warm.
"Doesn't it taste good?" she heard Glorianna asking, as if from far away. "Glide your mouth up and down on it. Take in as much of it as you can."
Suzie began to pump her mouth on Roger's cock, just as his wife had done. But it was more difficult for the twelve-year-old, because her mouth was small. Her stretched lips crawled along Roger's rod, taking more and more of it into her mouth. His bulb depressed her tongue.
The man looked down and watched the pretty little girl pumping her mouth on his pecker, and he thrilled. Glorianna seemed just as excited by the sight. She was stroking two fingers in and out of her fuzz-lined cunt, stropping the head of her clitty.
Suzie's eyes watered as she took Roger's cock very deep into her mouth. He seemed to be pushing a little, each time she lunged, and as a result she was taking really more of him than she intended. His bulging cockhead pushed at the opening of her very narrow throat. There was no possibility of taking his thick cock in there, but he was pushing right back to it, and Suzie had indeed encompassed a great deal of him. Her encircling lips worked low on his split--slippery rod.
She felt humiliated-but excited, as well. All of this was very strange to her.
Roger began writhing anxiously on his knees. Finally he panted, "That's... enough!" He had to grasp Suzie's head and literally lift her sucking mouth off him.
She stared at him through glassy eyes, saliva dangling from her girlish lips.
"That was... just great!" he said, gasping. He turned to Glorianna, who was still diddling herself. "Turn around and stick your ass up!"
"Ooooh, yessss!"
The blonde positioned herself with her tits pressed against the mattress and her beautiful bottom aimed into the air. Her knees were planted well apart, exposing her pussy, which dribbled warm juice. Her gash gleamed rosily, her little cunt-mouth seemed to throb in mute entreaty for a big, stiff cock.
Roger had just the one. He moved up behind his wife, introduced the head of his pecker into her quim... and pushed, driving his entire seven inches into her. His balls hung against her clit.
Suzie stared as the man pumped in and out of his wife from the rear. Glorianna wiggled her hips and thrust back against his plunge, as if she could scarcely get enough of his dick.
"Ooooh, fuck me... FUCK MEEEEE!" Glorianna bawled, grinding her ass.
So that's fucking! Suzie thought. Wow! I wonder how THA T feels!
The thought of taking a big cock into the tiny little opening between her thighs frightened the twelve-year-old. She was fascinated to watch Glorianna get fucked, however. It seemed like such a vicious thing as Roger drove his hips forward and back, pumping his big prick in and out of his wife's stretched, hair-encircled pussy.
They both kept glancing at Suzie and were stimulated by her interest. She blushed and seemed a bit embarrassed, but she certainly was watching closely as Roger hunched and his wife's back undulated, her bottom grinding against his front. His long, thick rod stroked again and again deeply up Glorianna's channel, the ridge of his cockhead rippling her cuntal flesh. His shaft stroked the tip of her clitty, building her breathless excitement.
"Ooooh... wowwwwww... yessss!" she panted.
Roger growled lustfully. He clutched his wife's bare hips, wiggling them and pulling them against his horny thrusts. That wasn't really necessary, however, because Glorianna was eagerly pressing backward to absorb as much of him as she possibly could.
How could I ever take a huge thing like that inside ME? Suzie wondered.
The mere thought illustrated how far the innocent young girl had progressed down the road toward sensuality in just the couple of hours she'd been selling her cookies in the swinging apartment house.
Glorianna bumped her ass backward more urgently, and Roger draped himself over her, reaching underneath to clasp her full, dangling tits. He humped her rapidly as he squeezed her boobs. She moaned and squealed.
Suzie was frightened by the sounds and fervent action. But she certainly was excited, too! It seemed as if a fire had been started between her legs, and it didn't want to go out.
The bed rocked and creaked so violently that Suzie was afraid it might cave in, with the three of them atop it. However, it held up. Roger kept powering his stiff prick into Glorianna while she writhed and lurched beneath him.
Finally he gave a harsh groan and held his cock deep inside her. Suzy saw his entire body tremble. Glorianna was trembling, also.
Then they seemed to be through.
When Roger withdrew his prick from his wife's pussy, his organ had softened some, and it was dripping with the same white, gooey stuff that the other man had shot into Suzie's hand.
"Golly!" was all the young girl could say.
Roger grinned at her.
"Get some money, dear, and pay the sweet little girl for her cookies," Glorianna said as she flopped onto her back, titties shaking.
Roger happily complied.
Suzie was very happy, also, as she received the money--a whole thirty dollars!
Her Girl Guide leader was really going to be pleased when she brought all these orders in, Suzie thought.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Where the fuck is that baby sister of yours?" Bob wondered aloud as he crouched behind Carol, stroking his stiff cock in and out of her upturned pussy.
"Are you complaining that she's not back yet?" the auburn-haired girl asked, over her shoulder.
"Shit, no!" Bob exclaimed, giving her long, steady strokes.
"I'd better go looking for her as soon as we're through with this one," Carol said, grinding her ass. "You won't be good for another, anyway."
"Oh, yeah? Baby, I could screw you all day!"
"Don't I wish!"
"It sure was a... good idea for you to... bring her to this place," Bob said, his voice beginning to be affected by his passionate exertions, "so we could spend this... time together. Of course... "
"What?"
"... this is a kind of wild house," Bob went on. "I mean, some of the tenants... are pretty raunchy."
Carol sprang forward, causing Bob's cock to flip out of her cunt. It stuck almost straight up, quivering moistly.
"Hey, what'd you do that for?" he demanded.
"Why didn't you tell me it was a wild place?" Carol demanded, facing him. "If anything happens to Suzie, I've had it! Mother and Dad will roast me good!"
"Oh, what could happen?" Bob asked in anguish. "Lie down and spread your legs! For cripe's sake, let's get our rocks off!"
"I'd better go and look for the kid," Carol said, and started to climb off the bed.
"Afterwards!" Bob exclaimed, and grasped her, tossing her onto her back. Her titties shook.
Bob wrenched her legs apart and sprawled between them, again finding her hot little hole with his cock. He pumped briskly in and out.
"Well, don't finish too fast!" Carol warned. "I want to get there, too!"
She hunched with him, and they made the bed bounce with their frenzied fucking. Carol gripped his beefy shoulders. She undulated her back, driving her eager cunt up at him. She warmly encompassed his every thrust.
He ground his cock deep inside her, feeling the sensuous rippling of her young, hot pussy. He reached underneath her and grasped the ample cheeks of her ass. Squeezing and wiggling her soft rondures, he stroked briskly toward a strong finish. Carol was right with him. They pumped together fervently, then jerked at almost exactly the same time, and their passions flowed together, washing all tensions from their bodies and bringing physical bliss.
"Baby, you're the best piece I ever had!" Bob said "Well, you've had it for today," Carol replied, and squirmed out from under him. "I've got to find that sister of mine."
Suzie left the Trents' apartment, feeling a trifle woozey from all that had happened. She ought to be ashamed of herself, she supposed, because she had done some naughty things. At least, her mother would have said they were naughty. But look at all the cookies she had sold! That success made Suzie proud.
She walked to the next apartment and rang the door buzzer.
"Yeah?" An unshaven, dark-complexioned man glowered at her. He wore a sweatshirt and baggy pants.
"Would you like to buy some cookies to help the Girl Guides?" Suzie asked sweetly.
"What have the Girl Guides ever done for me?" he barked.
Suzie blinked. "Well, uh, we do lots of good things for everyone."
"Yeah?"
The man was looking her over, and Suzie felt uneasy. He was different from the others--rougher somehow, and he didn't smile at all. Still, Suzie had hope that she could sell him some cookies. Her success so far had encouraged her to think she could get an order from anyone, and she had learned a few ways to go about it.
"Aren't you going to ask me to come in?" she suggested boldly.
"You want to come into my apartment?" the man asked, surprised. She was so young and innocent-looking!
Suzie smiled. "Everybody else asked me in."
"Okay," the man said, shuffling aside. "Come on in, then."
He shut the door as soon as she had entered. "How old are you, kid?" he asked.
"Twelve."
"Are you alone?"
"Yes."
"And you want to sell some cookies... "
"Ooh, yes!"
A glint came into the man's dark eyes which wasn't exactly friendly. "Well, maybe I can buy some. You're a cute kid--you know that?"
"Other people have told me so," Suzie said, making it sound like a simple statement of fact, without conceit.
"My name's Jerry. What's yours?"
Suzie told him.
He grinned without warmth. "You don't seem afraid. A lot of little girls would be scared to come into a man's apartment."
"The men I've seen since I've been selling cookies have treated me nice;" Suzie said. "Maybe they've been a little naughty, but they haven't hurt me."
"Naughty? How do you mean?"
"Well, I shouldn't blame them, because I guess I've been naughty too."
"In what way?" Jerry was getting more interested by the moment.
"Well, I took my dress off and... we did things."
Jerry's cock fattened in his pants.
"Sit down," he said quickly, indicating the sofa. "I want to hear all about this."
He sat beside the little girl, whose uniform skirt crept up, exposing her bare knees and the lower portions of her trim thighs.
"Maybe I shouldn't talk about what we did," Suzie said. "But I don't think it was really wrong. And I sold a lot of cookies!"
"So you took your dress off, hm?" Jerry licked his pudgy lips. "Would you do that for me?"
"I guess so, if you want me to."
"I sure do, honey!"
Suzie hesitated, looking at him closely. "You are going to buy some cookies, aren't you?"
He laughed. "Hey, you're all right--a real little hooker at twelve years old!"
"A hooker? What's that?"
"A gal who goes for the bread. You get your price before you touch a button. Well, okay. I'll buy some cookies."
"How many boxes?"
"Oh, a couple... three."
"That isn't very many," Suzie said.
"Shit!" the unkempt man exclaimed. "How many fuckin' cookies do you think I can eat? I live alone, you know."
Suzie looked at him critically. "I wish you wouldn't talk like that. Mama says shit is a very bad word... and so is that other one, which I won't even say."
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry. You know, you're a funny kid--one minute anything goes, and the next you're telling me how to talk. Are you sure you're not pulling my leg, about taking your dress off and all?"
"I'll take my dress off, if you want me to. That's what the other men wanted, and I didn't really mind, even though it was kind of embarrassing. We played some funny games."
"What kind of games?"
"Oh, I... maybe I shouldn't tell. They asked me not to."
Jerry's eyes narrowed. "How many boxes of cookies to you want me to buy?"
"Ten?" Suzie suggested.
"Cripes! How much a box?"
"Two dollars."
"That's twenty bucks, kid! You better give me something pretty good for that."
"Our cookies are real good, mister. You'll like them."
"I don't mean the fuckin' cookies!"
When Suzie frowned, he said, "I'm sorry. I mean, it isn't the cookies that I'm really interested in. You understand?"
"No."
"You're too much. I still think you're stringin' me--a kid like you, so young and innocent acting! Well, take your dress off."
Suzie stood and matter-of-factly unfastened her uniform. Jerry goggled as she began lifting it. She hesitated long enough to remove her cap before bringing her dress all the way up and off. He stared at her in her little white slip.
"Want me to take this off, too?" she asked, tugging on a ruffle.
"Hell, yes!" he said lustfully.
Suzie removed her slip.
The man stared at her sleek, childish body in nothing but pink panties. She was just beginning to get tits. Jerry ached to tickle her firm little nipples. He wanted to see what was under her pants.
"Uh, take off the undies, too." he said, trying not to reveal the lust he felt.
Suzie wasn't sure she wanted to go any further with him. He wasn't like the other men, who were sort of sweet and gentle and warm. Suzie didn't like this man's eyes.
"I'd better leave my panties on," she told him. "Why don't you give me the money."
"For what?"
"For the cookies, of course."
"Sure!" Jerry said. "I knew it! You're just a damned little tease!"
He lunged for her, grasping her roughly and tossing her down onto the sofa. His sudden attack took Suzie's breath away. His hands clawed at her panties, tugging them out from under her trim little bottom and along her legs as she kicked. The constriction of the panties kept her from kicking effectively.
Jerry was fired all the more by the sight of her hairless pussy. He pulled her panties away and spread her slender legs wide apart.
Suzie felt very ashamed. The other men hadn't made her feel so bad. She was frightened, also, because Jerry was rough.
"Stop it!" she cried. "Leave me alone!"
"Shut up or I'll knock your goddamned head off!" Jerry raged, balling a fist and holding it menacingly above her.
Fear drained the resistance from Suzie. She stared up at the vicious man through wide eyes.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked, trembling.
"What do you think, baby?" he snarled. "I'm gonna make you come across! I don't care if you're just a kid-you can't tease me for money and get away with it!' He dove into the V of her widely spread thighs, and Suzie relaxed. If he was just going to kiss her down there, it wouldn't be so bad. Harold and the lady next door had done that, and she had kind of liked it.
Jerry hungrily licked at her smooth, little cunt. His saliva drooled into her snug slit, tickling. His tongue made her feel good, and she writhed gently, letting him rest her slim legs on his shoulders.
Lying against the back of the sofa, she stared up at the ceiling while the man stroked her tingling pussy with his tongue. Each lick increased her excitement--and her consternation, because this still seemed so strange to her!
Jerry wiggled his wet tongue between the lips of her childish snatch, and this gave her an even sharper thrill. He licked shallowly up and down her warm, slippery slit. Finding the very small mouth of her vagina, he corkscrewed his tongue-tip there, causing Suzie to gasp.
"Noooh!" she suddenly cried. "Don't dooooooo that!"
Jerry paid no attention to her protests as he rooted deeply in her sweet, hairless crotch. His cock was choked with hot blood, causing the clublike organ to throb against the confines of his clothes.
He would have to let it out and use it, he decided. Anyway, the kid had it coming, he assured himself. She ought to learn right now that she couldn't tease a man and get away with it.
Jerry pawed upward along her body, twiddling her baby tits. He pinched her nipples so hard that tears came to Suzie's eyes. She became very afraid once again.
Her fear increased when Jerry raised his head and began to claw at his trousers. He unfastened them and pushed them down, causing his thick, heavily veined cock to leap out. His foreskin formed a ruffle around its bulging, purplish head.
"Get down here onto the goddamned floor!" he rasped. "That fuckin' sofa ain't big enough."
He grasped Suzie's legs and pulled her off the couch. Her fanny landed painfully on the carpet. She wailed, starkly afraid.
The man dropped to his knees between her legs. His stiff cock whipped to and fro.
Suzie remembered how it had looked when the man next door had shoved his big thing into his wife and stroked it in and out, while Suzie had watched. It had seemed so vicious and painful! Suzie didn't want Jerry to do that awful thing to her.
"Pleeeeeease!" she cried, and tried to push him away.
He slammed her back against the carpet, making her dizzy for a moment. He leaned over her and rubbed his cockhead against her tight slit as he pulled his thick foreskin back.
Suzie held her breath. The awful thing was going to happen, and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it! She only hoped it wouldn't kill her.
The man twisted his prick against her resisting, childish cunt. He gradually succeeded in forcing her taut little labia apart. It seemed to Suzie that a fencepost was trying to push its way into her. She tried to shrink from it, but couldn't, because the man was hovering over her, pinning her against the floor.
"Ooooh, noooooh!" she moaned, writhing. "Don't doooo it!"
The invading hardness kept twisting and seeking to push deeper. The little girl's hurt increased as the mouth of her virginal vagina was stretched wide. Jerry's cock entered the narrow channel, butted against her maidenhead, and kept pushing, straining her sensitive membrane.
Suzie shrieked. She beat at the awful man, but her blows seemed to bounce off as he held his head low, his back hunched over her. He kept grinding his hips. Suddenly Suzie's hymen burst, and his prick thrust deeply into her, spreading her previously unentered channel and seeming to stuff her little belly with his throbbing bulk.
He pushed up onto his arms and looked at her. She was lying limp, her eyes wide, her rougeless lips parted. At that moment, she looked younger than ever and totally innocent, despite the fact that his cock was sticking up inside her.
Jerry thrilled. He had never experienced a conquest to equal this one.
He pulled and thrust, pulled and thrust, stroking his penis in Suzie's very tight cunt as he watched emotion begin to flash across her face. She was feeling what he did to her and, with each stroke, she became less of a child and more of a woman sensuously... though she still appeared very naive.
"You like it, don't you?" Jerry huffed, fucking deeper and deeper with each thrust, until her small pussy was absorbing nearly all of his prick.
Suzie didn't know what to say. Jerry's thrusts didn't really hurt any longer, though there remained a bit of soreness around the mouth of her vagina. Mostly she felt very full of his cock, and the rhythmical stroking built up a strange tension--something like the licking between her legs, but stronger. She felt as if she were being driven to something, but she didn't know what it was.
Jerry's head was light from the fantastic thrill of gliding his thick cock in her super-tight slit. Her pussy had become lubricated by that time, and so the stroking was easier, though the thrilling snugness remained. He twisted his horny cock inside her, deepening his penetration even more. It seemed to Suzie that he was driving right up to her lungs!
She was short of breath. She felt like writhing, but didn't dare, for fear of being hurt like she had been hurt at the beginning. She still found it hard to believe that the man's huge prick was really inside her little hole--sticking way up in her body-yet she could feel it there.
Jerry plucked at one of her baby-pink nipples, rolling it between his fingers and thumb. He twisted his head, planting his mouth around the delightful titty, which he sucked.
Suzie's excitement increased. Despite her earlier fear to do so, she began moving her hips--just a little, at first, but that felt so good that she intensified the motions. Jerry drove into her faster. He panted and groaned. Burying his face in her neck, he scratched her tender flesh with his whiskers. But she didn't mind that. She didn't mind anything any more!
She clutched the man's beefy back through his sweatshirt. She raised her little legs.
She squealed as Jerry fucked her rapidly.
Then the most fantastic thing happened in the little girl's body--she felt a great giving way of tensing, a spreading of warmth all through her. She moaned and was totally relaxed.
The man's cock jerked deep in her belly, and she felt liquid spurt. She knew it was the white stuff that she had seen before. After several such bursts, the man groaned and fell limp atop her. He was heavy.
When he pushed himself off her, she stared up at him through wide eyes that were wiser than they had been before.
"So now you see what it's like," he growled, "and you found out you couldn't get away with teasing a guy and giving him nothing. You better remember it. But you hadn't better tell anyone- understand?"
Suzie didn't say anything as Jerry stood up. She was shocked by what had happened, but physically she felt all right. She didn't cry.
She got to her feet without any help from Jerry. He was pulling his clothes up and fastening them.
"Will you pay me for my cookies now?" the little girl asked plaintively, "What do I want any dumb cookies for?" he snapped. "Just get into your clothes and get outa here!"
"But you promised!" Suzie wailed.
"Okay... okay. Quit yelling. I'll, uh, pay you next time." He grinned. "Yeah, you come back and see me again and I'll pay you."
"Really?"
"Sure."
"Ten boxes," Suzie reminded him as she pulled her panties up.
"Okay."
Suzie picked up her slip and put it on, then her Guide uniform. She found her cap and set it on her slightly mussed hair.
She picked up her order book and pencil and began to write.
"Hey, what're you scribbling?" Jerry demanded. "Your address and your name. I guess your first name's enough."
"You ain't gonna turn that in, are you?"
"Yes."
Jerry forced a smile. "What happened here is our little secret, you know. If you tell anybody about that, you don't get your twenty bucks."
"I won't tell anyone," Suzie said.
Jerry relaxed a little. "Okay. You come back and see me soon as you can."
He walked her to the door.
When she stepped outside, she saw Carol standing next to the swimming pool, looking around.
"Where have you been all this time?" the older girl demanded, rushing forward.
"Just selling cookies," Suzie said.
"Well, we've got to get home! Mother must be having a cow."
Suzie walked briskly beside her big sister as they headed away from the apartment house. She was a little sore between her legs, but she didn't want to let on. Carol would probably be mad, the young girl thought, if she were to find out what had happened. And if Carol were to tell their mother, it would be terrible!
"How'd you do, anyway?" Carol asked as they walked up the street. "Did you sell any cookies besides the ones Bob bought?"
"Sure," Suzie said. "I sold thirty-three boxes more."
Carol stopped and stared at her baby sister in amazement. "Thirty-three boxes! How did you ever do that?"
"I don't know, Sis. People just bought them."
"And you got the money?"
"Most of it." Suzie pulled some bills out of the little pocket in the side of her dress.
"Well, I'll be!" Carol exclaimed.
"I've got to come back to get money from one man," Suzie said. "And there were lots of apartments I didn't get to."
"Forget them! You've sold enough. Shit, I'll bet you sold more than any other kid in your group!"
"Uuuummmmm!" Suzie said.
"What's the matter?"
"You said a naughty word."
"Oh. Yeah. Well, don't tell Mother, hm?"
"Okay, Carol. And don't you tell her I was so long in the apartments--all right?"
Carol agreed.
She had a grudging new respect for her kid sister, but she still couldn't understand how Suzie had managed to sell all those cookies.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Where are you going, dear?" Suzie's mother asked the next afternoon as her younger daughter headed for the door, with her Girl Guide uniform on, "I want to get some more cookie orders, Mama," she said.
"Well, wait a minute! I don't want you going alone. Where's Carol?"
"Out some place," Suzie replied. "But I'll be all right. I'm just going to the same apartment house where I was before--the people there are all very nice." She felt the statement was true, except for Jerry, and she didn't want to worry her mother about him.
"I don't want you going alone," Eleanor Dalton said. "If Carol isn't here, I'll take you. Step into the den and tell your father we're leaving for a half hour or so."
"But, Mom...!"
"Now I'll listen to no arguments. I'm not going to have my little girl wandering about the city alone, with all the dangerous people that are around these days."
"Oooh, all right," Suzie said, and headed for the den to notify her father.
In the meantime, Eleanor got a light jacket and wrapped it about her curvaceous figure, which was attractive despite her thirty-six years.
James Dalton lounged in the den, watching a baseball game on TV. He turned his handsome head, which had a touch of gray at the temples, and smiled fondly at his daughter as she entered.
"Mom and I are going out for awhile, Daddy," she reported, moving up close to his chair.
He slipped a sweater-clad around her and gave her a squeeze. "More shopping, hm? Even on Sunday. I swear, your mother is the shoppingest woman!"
"We're not going shopping, Daddy. I'm going to sell some more cookies for the Girl Guides."
"Oh. Yeah, I see now that you've got your uniform on." He grinned. "You look mighty cute in that." His hand slid down and patted his little girl on the buttocks.
A guilty thrill went through the forty-two-year- old man.
Suzie felt a warm sensation, also, and she snuggled her side against her daddy's head.
Both of them would have liked to prolong the contact, but each felt it wasn't allowed. James straightened up, returning his attention to the ball game. Suzie turned to go.
"Take care," her father said as she left the den.
Eleanor used the family car for the trip to the apartment house, even though it was only a few blocks away.
"You aren't going to walk around with me while I talk to the people--are you, Mama?" Suzie asked.
"I most certainly am!" Eleanor said.
"But I can't sell my cookies as well if you come along."
"Nonsense! Having me with you ought to help. People won't be as apt to say no."
Eleanor parked the car, and she walked with her daughter through the entranceway of the apartment house and along the sparkling pool. Several tenants lounged at poolside, wearing bathing suits. Eleanor was shocked by the skimpy bikinis on the young women. Their breasts were practically bulging out, and one girl's bikini pants had slipped down in back so that the crack between her buttocks was revealed.
"I've got an idea," Suzie said. "Why don't you visit with Carol's friend while I make my calls?" Eleanor glanced quickly at her daughter. "Does Carol have a friend living here?"
"Mm-hmm. He's a nice guy."
"A fellow? How old is he?"
"Oh, pretty old."
"Well, I don't like the sound of that! Maybe I had better meet him."
Suzie took her to Bob's apartment. He wore slacks and a shirt hanging out when he answered the door. He looked first at Suzie, then at her dark-haired, attractive mother.
"This is my Mom," Suzie said. "Mom, this is Bob."
"I'm glad to know you, Bob," Eleanor said, though her tone seemed a bit uncertain.
"Well, I'll be back pretty soon," Suzie said, and turned to leave.
Eleanor was caught on the horns of a dilemma. She had wanted to be with her daughter when she made her rounds, but she was even more intent upon finding out about the self-assured young man whom her older daughter had been seeing. Carol had never mentioned him. As far as Eleanor had known, Carol was dating only the sons of family friends and occasionally a boy from school, whom Eleanor approved. Bob appeared to be of college age, and he apparently was living alone. Bad business, Eleanor thought.
"Well, uh... " he said, surprised that Carol's mother had been brought to his doorstep. He wasn't sure what to do with her.
"Do you mind if I come in?" Eleanor asked.
"No." Bob stepped back and held the door open.
Eleanor entered and looked around. The fellow wasn't a very tidy housekeeper. Socks and even discarded shorts were strewn about. The place looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in weeks.
"This is, uh, an unexpected pleasure," Bob said, forcing a grin. "Sit down, huh? Care for a drink?"
"No, thank you!" Eleanor said firmly.
She gingerly seated herself on the edge of the sofa, keeping her legs pressed together. Her skirt inched above her trim knees.
"How long have you known my daughter?" she asked.
"Oh, a few weeks, I guess."
"And you live here alone, do you?"
"That's right." Bob was indolently stroking his eyes along the mature woman's legs, which were quite shapely--as much as he could see of them.
"Just how did you happen to meet Carol?"
"Through a guy. His little brother goes to school with her."
"Hmmmm." Eleanor stood and paced to the window, which looked out on the swimming pool. She was still concerned about Suzie and hoped to catch sight of her at one of the apartment doors.
Bob was ogling Eleanor's ass, which was a bit on the broad side, but not bad. Again he was frustrated by not having a very good view of it, since her skirt wasn't tight. Her jacket partially obscured the view, also.
"Don't you want to take your coat off?" Bob asked, moving up behind her.
The nearness of his voice startled Eleanor and she turned quickly. Her full breasts smacked into his chest. She gasped. Bob grinned, gazing down from his six feet of height.
"What's the matter?" he asked, continuing to stand against her. She was trapped between him and the window.
"Why, nothing," she said, attempting to edge away.
His arm, against the window frame, blocked her. "You seem nervous."
"I am not!" Her heart was beating riotously, and she didn't understand it.
"Sure, you are." Bob's confident grin hung on. "You know, Carol told me about you. She said you were the prudish type. But, now that I've met you, I don't believe it. I think you're just repressed. How long since you were alone with a man in his apartment--somebody besides your husband, I mean?"
"How dare you speak to me like that?" Eleanor's cheeks were turning rosy.
She looked marvelously appealing to the twenty-year-old at that moment. Lately he'd had a yen to discover what an older woman was like, and Eleanor seemed like the perfect prospect. The fact that she was Carol's mother made it all the more interesting.
Bob grasped her and pulled her against him. Her mouth flew open to object and his firm lips pressed her soft ones. His tongue sank between the even ridges of her teeth.
Eleanor thrilled wildly, and this appalled her. She tried to push at the tall, wiry young man, but he wouldn't relinquish his hold. He just kept kissing her, his wet tongue thrashing in her mouth as her heart hammered, her blood racing through her veins. She even felt a little spurt of moisture between the lips of her vulva.
When Bob finally came up for air, she felt weak. Her knees wobbled, as if they were about to give way.
Bob caught a very definite message in her eyes, and he bent, sweeping her off the floor and up across his arms. He carried her toward the bedroom.
"Put me down!" Eleanor cried, kicking. This made her skirt skid along her thighs, revealing a garter clasp, then a slice of white skin above the top of a stocking.
Eleanor was not among the vanguard of fashionable women who were turning from pantyhose back to stockings and garter belts. On the contrary, she had never adopted the all-in-one, sausage-skin garment, having worn clip-ons continuously.
Bob dropped her in the center of his bed. "Yell all you want to," he said, unbuttoning his shirt. "This place is soundproofed."
Though naturally cocky, Bob would never have dared act so forward with the woman if he hadn't read a clear go-ahead in her eyes.
She didn't realize she had flashed the message and would have denied it, but it had been there.
To Eleanor, it seemed she was faced with rape. For some strange reason, the threat all but paralyzed her. She was like a bird hypnotized by a reptile, knowing that an awful thing was going to happen and being unable to put up a defense-just staring and quivering.
Bob threw off his shirt, then dropped to the bed beside Eleanor who, though still attractive, was old enough to be his mother. He ran his hands over her body, and she cringed. His fingers glided down her thighs and caught the hem of her skirt.
"Up it comes!" he announced boldly, and exposed her enticing legs as he pulled her slip up, also.
She was a knockout in sandy-toned stockings which came up to mid-thigh, where their dark tops were pulled into peaks by white garter straps. Those straps extended up her smooth, widening thighs to disappear under the elasticized edges of white nylon briefs.
Eleanor was horrified that the young man had exposed her thighs and her underwear. She grappled with him--but not effectively, because of the odd lassitude that had overcome her--and Bob easily pulled her dress and slip all the way up, lifting her jacket also. He sat her up, her head lolling, and took off all three garments in a single motion, leaving shocked Eleanor in just stockings, panties, and bra.
He unhooked her brassiere before pushing her back against the bed. As her brain swirled dizzily, he pulled the harness away, letting her full tits bobble in naked freedom.
"Ooh my, noooooh!" she cried, and crossed her arms over her chest before Bob could grasp a handful.
He didn't mind. There was plenty of additional attractive territory for him to explore. He bent and nuzzled the top elastic of her panties which crossed her belly button.
As he snaked his tongue into that ticklish little cup, his hand stroked the front of her sleek briefs, feeling her mount of Venus and the matted hair atop it. Eleanor's eyes rolled. She was dismayed by the youth's bold onslaught, and by the strange and powerful sensations he had aroused within her.
His face skidded down onto her panties while his hands stroked her thighs, up and down across her stocking tops, his fingers riding her garter straps. He kissed the furry bulge at the base of her belly, which was separated from his face by only the thin nylon of her pants.
Oooh, my God, what's happening to me? she thought.
Bob kissed her thighs. He licked along a garter. He licked under the rim of her stocking, as well, tickling her.
Suddenly he lifted his head and rolled her onto her belly. Eleanor felt even more embarrassed, if that were possible, because now he was staring at her ass! He shimmied the plump cheeks through her blue panties.
"Noooh!" she moaned.
Bob paid no attention, because he felt sure she didn't really want him to stop. He hooked a finger around the top of her panties and stretched the elastic down, baring her beautiful bottom.
Eleanor was humiliated beyond words. She gasped for breath, telling herself that she had to kick... to fight... to scramble away... to do SOMETHING! But she did nothing at all while Bob pulled her panties all the way down. He licked along the snug, deep crack of her buttocks, and Eleanor thought she would die.
Bob backed up and removed her underwear from her feet. He pushed her stocking-clad legs apart and saw what she had to offer--her furry, beige-slitted cunt, which had little bubbles of moisture oozing out of it.
He grinned to himself. The broad was sure hot, all right!
Bob pushed her thighs forward, boosting her bottom into the air. He spread her knees well apart. Eleanor's humiliation was total as she was thus wantonly exposed, with the young man kneeling behind her.
"Don't doooooo it!" she cried. "Oooh Goddddd... pleeeeeease!" She felt the prod of Bob's bulging cockhead against the crack of her ass. The moist thing skidded downward, into her hairy nest, and was caught immediately by the mouth of her unfurled cunt. Bob pushed, and his lengthy cock glided into her flesh, sinking all the way to his balls.
"OOOOOOOH!" she moaned.
Bob began to fuck her, driving firmly and passionately in and out, rippling the walls of her vagina, swinging his balls against her clit.
James hadn't driven into her with such zest for a long time, and he hadn't approached her from behind since the early years of their marriage. After telling him a couple of times that she didn't like it, he had settled into a habit of taking her from on top--when he could get hard enough to take her at all.
She loved it as Bob powered into her upturned cunt, smacking his flat belly against the bouncy half-moons of her ass.
"Oooh... oooh... oooh...!" she panted, and it was no longer a protest.
She began grinding her butt and pressing backward to receive Bob's thrusts more deeply. He reached underneath and toyed with the tip of her clitoris.
Eleanor went wild. She bawled like a cow being bred, undulating her back and shaking her titties. Bob kept giving her long, straight strokes, slowly but with hard-thrusting lust, as if he could last all day.
"Ooooh, that's gooooood!" she blurted.
"Damned right!" the young man said through clenched teeth.
He slapped her naked hips, and she went into a violent flurry of motion which was so wild that she nearly caused Bob's cock to jump out of her hole. He fucked her faster, driving into the eye of her tornado.
"OOOOOOH!" she cried. "GOD DAMN! Oooo... SHIT!"
Her orgasm built and built as Bob kept fucking. Her head turned light. She felt as if she would pass out while she heard her own voice crying, as if from far away:
"FUCK ME... FUCK MEEEEEE! OOOOOOOOH! WHAT A PRICK! OOOH, YOU BASTARD, I LOVE ITTT!"
She fell, limp and jerking, against the bed, and Bob followed her down, spurting into her wildly quaking cunt. Her buttocks shook against his belly. Even her legs quivered. She writhed, wriggling her hot, wet hole around his twitching dick.
Suddenly it was all over and she lay panting. Shame rushed in to overwhelm her.
Bob rolled her over, remaining astride her on his knees. He grinned down, his face a bit flushed, his blond hair disheveled.
Eleanor stared at his long, dangling penis which was wet with her cum.
"Ooooh my Godddd, what did we dooooooo?" she asked foolishly.
"We fucked," Bob said, still grinning happily. "And it was damned good, wasn't it?"
Eleanor didn't reply. That it had been good was not a proposition she could argue against. In fact, she had admitted it by her actions and by her wanton words while it was going on. But she couldn't come right out and embrace the truth, either. She was a decent woman.
Or was she?
Eleanor was no longer sure.
CHAPTER SIX
Suzie decided to go first to Jerry's apartment. He owed her twenty dollars, and she wanted to be able to turn that money in, along with the rest, when she met her Guide leader the next day.
She rang Jerry's door buzzer and waited.
The dark-complexioned man opened the door and glared at her. He still hadn't shaved, and his face was very whiskery by that time.
"So, it's you again!" he said.
"Do you have my money now?" Suzie asked simply.
The man glanced about, to see if they were being watched. Satisfied, he said, "Come on in."
Suzie entered his apartment, and he shut the door.
"Well?" she prompted, not caring to spend any more time with him than necessary.
"Oh-the money. Well, I don't have it yet. Banks aren't open on the weekends, you know."
"When will you be able to pay me?" Suzie asked, all business.
"In a few days." The man's oily eyes glided over her.
"I'll have to have it tomorrow, because I'll be delivering the cookies then."
"You're sure pushy, aren't you?"
"Well, you do owe me the money!"
"Okay, tomorrow."
"I'll be here after school," Suzie said, and turned to leave.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Jerry grasped her arm.
"Yes?"
"You don't have to hurry off, do you?"
"I want to try to get some more orders."
"Well, what if I give you another order?"
"You want to buy more than ten boxes?"
"Why not?" Jerry said.
Suzie thought it over. "I don't know. You haven't paid me for the first order yet."
"But I'm gonna pay you. You know that."
"How many more boxes do you want?"
"Another ten," Jerry said without batting an eye.
"Ten more!" Suzie's face lit up. "Wow, that makes twenty! That's my biggest sale yet."
"You see? I'm not such a bad fellow. Now, you be good to me, hm?"
He tugged on the little girl's arm, leading her toward his bedroom.
Suzie asked, "Are you going to hurt me again?"
"Shit, I didn't hurt you the first time, did I?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Well, a little hurting is good for girls. Take off that silly uniform."
"I don't think I want to," Suzie said. She didn't like the way Jerry talked to her, or the way he looked, and she was afraid he was going to hurt her again.
She was right.
Jerry swung his arm and slapped her across the face.- She gasped and clutched her burning cheek.
"Forget the fuckin' uniform," he said surprisingly. "You're gonna do something else. Get down on your knees!"
Sniffling, Suzie obeyed.
"Now open my pants and take my cock out," Jerry ordered.
The twelve-year-old extended a trembling hand and found the tab of his zipper. She pulled the tab down, opening his fly.
Her little hand reached into his clothes and curled around his meaty penis which was warm and soft. She brought it out.
Jerry squinted down, a sardonic smile toying with his pudgy lips.
"Kind of like my cock, don't you?" he asked, enjoying the sight as well as the feel of her cool, delicate hand around it. "Well, you're gonna have a chance to show me just how much you dig it. First, push the foreskin back."
Suzie remembered how he had done that before. Tightening her hand around the shank of his supple organ, she rolled the leathery foreskin back toward its base, causing his cockhead to bulge out. The purplish knob gave off a rather strong aroma.
"Lick it!" Jerry ordered.
Suzie bent toward his cock as she held it up toward her face. She tried to keep from breathing in too much of its scent. Her little pink tongue came out.
It was a thrill for Jerry to watch the little girl in the perky cap and trim uniform-dress lick his bulbous cockhead. It was even more of a thrill to feel her caressing tongue. Jerry's cockhead bobbled to and fro as her tongue stroked it.
His stem stiffened in her hand, and his glans swelled. The bulb rose against her gliding tongue.
Suzie was fascinated by that. She didn't mind too much licking the man's cock, even though it smelled and tasted strong. That was better than having the vicious thing jammed painfully into her body--though she recalled that the fucking had felt pretty good, once the first hurt had passed.
She licked Jerry's prick more actively, scooting her moist tongue down its side. Soon his cock was sticking right up next to her nose, and she was licking around its base, her tongue striking into his fly.
"Take my balls out!" he commanded.
Suzie reached into his pants and brought out the hairy sac which seemed to have two eggs inside it. She licked that, also.
"God damn!" Jerry husked. "You really go after it. Shit, you're a hot little kid!"
Suzie didn't like to have him talking to her that way, and she felt ashamed of herself, licking all over his cock and balls--but she didn't want him to hit her again. Her cheek still tingled.
She was beginning to tingle in other places, also. That always seemed to happen when she was being nice to a man.
"Now take my cock in your mouth!" Jerry told her.
Suzie backed up and looked at the ferocious thing, sticking out of his fly and slanting up toward her face. The knob was quite large and redder than before. Some clear moisture oozed out of the hole at its end.
Suzie opened her mouth. Jerry tensed as he watched the pink oval hole approach his thrusting prick. Suzie glided her lips over the tip of his organ and had to stretch her mouth very wide in order to get the entire bulging cockhead inside. She felt stuffed by the smelly thing.
Jerry groaned. His cock soaked in the little girl's warm, moist mouth which was excitingly small, her lips were like a taut rubber band-but wide and soft enough to provide wonderful stimulation.
He poked his cock deeper into her oral embrace, causing her lips to skid lower on his shaft.
Suzie gagged. Jerry's cock was bigger and thicker than the only other cock she'd taken into her mouth--the one belonging to Roger, the nice man next door. She backed up a bit.
"Quit fighting it!" Jerry snapped. "Suck and pump your lips up and down. Take my cock way back on your tongue."
Suzie tried to do as he directed, stroking her encircling lips up and down on his thick, rigid organ. The man's cockhead surged deeply into her mouth, skidding against her abrasive tongue and forcing into the opening of her throat. Her involuntary muscles convulsed, causing her to champ on the rubbery bulb, and apparently Jerry liked the convulsive squeezing of his prick between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, because he groaned and writhed.
She moved more freely, gradually getting used to the huge, fat column that was sticking into her face. Her warm, tingling sensation increased as she pumped her mouth up and down on the man's prick, skidding her lips across the horny ridge of his cockhead. "Shit!" Jerry exclaimed lustfully. "God damn! Keep doing it!"
Suzie worked her little mouth up and down on his stiffly projecting rod while her hand held his balls and wiggled them. They were warm and heavy. After awhile, however, they began to pull upward, and she wondered why. Soon they were bunched tightly at the base of Jerry's shaft, and Suzie had little to hang onto. She concentrated on sucking his prick as she worked her mouth up and down on it. Jerry thrust his cock against her gliding lunges. His bulging knob was forging almost back to the rear of her throat by that time.
Suddenly he jerked. He gave out a groan, and Suzie felt his cock twitch between her lips. His glans swelled at the same time.
Frightened, though she wasn't sure of what, the little girl backed up a bit, so that only the head of the man's prick remained within her mouth. Something gushed out of the twitching, ballooning organ, spurting against her throat and washing back over her tongue. Suzie was forced to swallow as the stuff began streaming down her throat.
More and more of the gooey, warm substance shot into her mouth, and she swallowed repeatedly. Her eyes watered. Her nose was full of the musky aroma of the man's cum. She tried to get her mouth off his prick, but he held her head securely, forcing her to take his entire discharge and to swallow it down--except for a bit which oozed out between his quivering pecker and her lips, dribbling down her chin.
Finally he released her, and she fell away from him, gasping.
"That... that was awful!" she exclaimed, her childish voice hoarse from the intense, forced swallowing while her mouth was full.
She tried to spit out the slimy cream which clung to her tongue.
Jerry grasped her by the shoulders and shook her. "Swallow it all!" he barked. "Wipe your chin with your finger and lick it off! Lick your lips, too!"
Afraid of being hurt by him, Suzie complied. His eyes glinted as he watched her swipe a finger across her chin, then lick it. Her little tongue swabbed her lips, giving him an additional perverse satisfaction. He watched her throat muscles work as she gulped down the residue of his seminal discharge.
He let her get shakily to her feet.
"That was mean of you to do that!" she said.
"Quit griping! It was good for you."
Jerry stuffed his cock and balls back into his trousers and zipped up.
"I've got to go now," Suzie said, straightening her uniform.
"Okay."
"Remember--I'll be bringing the cookies tomorrow night. You'll have the money for me, won't you?"
Jerry grinned. "Sure, kid. Oh, you haven't told anybody about me, have you?"
"No."
"Well, see that you don't! I'll really get you if you do. The way I slapped you before was nothing."
"Yes, sir," Suzie said, and hurried through the front room of the apartment, toward the door.
She wanted to get out of there as quickly as she could.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In her stockings and garter belt, Suzie's mother writhed on Bob's bed, trying to make him let her up.
"I've got to find my daughter!" she exclaimed.
"Don't worry about her,.' Bob said, grinning down as he straddled her in the nude. "I don't think you're really worried about her, anyway.
You're worried about yourself--and not 'cause you're scared of me, either."
Eleanor blinked and gazed up at him. "What do you mean?"
"You're afraid to think of what you might do next. But, baby, that's silly. We're gonna have a real good time!"
"I'm not going to do anything else with you," Eleanor said firmly as she stared at his soft cock, hanging in front of his balls. "I'm ashamed of what I did already--what you made me do!"
"Now that's bullshit, and you know it," Bob said amiably. "You got as big a bang out of that fucking as I did."
Eleanor shut her eyes. "Ooh, please don't humiliate me further!"
The young man chuckled, but not cruelly. He had never ceased to be amused by the games girls and women played in their own minds when it came to sex. His aggressive masculine appeal had gotten him into a good many females during the two years he'd been living alone, and he'd learned a lot about what made them tick. He'd never before had one as interesting as this older broad, however. What a dull life she must have had, he thought, to get turned on so strongly by him!
He wanted to have a lot more fun with her before he turned her loose.
He crawled forward and straddled her neck. Eleanor's eyes widened as she saw his swaying cock and balls drawing closer to her face. She smelled them, also--especially his cock, which was fragrant from the juices of their passionate fucking.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked breathlessly.
"Not much," Bob said. "You're gonna do it!"
"Just what???"
"Ooh, whatever comes into your hot little mind."
Pinning her arms against the bed with his lower legs crossed over them, he leaned forward against the headboard, dangling his cock and balls directly above Eleanor's face.
She was helpless. She couldn't kick him, because he was too far forward for her legs to reach, and she couldn't get her arms free. She went cross-eyed as she stared at his cock, which hung right above her nose. She tried not to breathe.
Bob lowered his crotch, and his cock touched her nostrils. Despite her best effort, the teasing aroma of sex drifted up her nose.
"Ooh, noooooh!" she exclaimed, appalled, and flopped her head to the side.
Bob found that he could maintain his bent-over position without leaning against the headboard of the bed, and he used his hands to straighten her head on the pillow. His bald, cum-coated cockhead dragged beneath her nose. With her lips tightly sealed, she was forced to take in some air through her nostrils, and she got the strongest gust yet of his sexy fragrance.
Her head turned light. Her entire body tingled with tension.
Bob didn't say anything, but continued to hold her head firmly between his hands as he dragged his limp cock to and fro beneath her nose and along her soft pink lips. Eleanor thought she would die of humiliation.
At the same time, another effect was setting in--strange, unwanted arousal. Eleanor couldn't understand why the giddy excitement was rising within her. She certainly didn't want to kiss his filthy cock, she assured herself. She had never done that even for her husband.
Bob was patient, and the only force he applied was to hold her head in position. He wanted her to make the decision to lick his cock... and suck it. He believed she would.
Eleanor's senses were swirling, stimulated by the young man's raunchy scent and the dominant position he maintained above her. She didn't want to do what he expected, she assured herself, even as she felt the muscles in her lips and jaws weakening.
But what choice did she have???
Slowly her lips parted. Bob nestled the tip of his penis between them.
Shame assailed Eleanor, mingling with the strange new lust which seemed to grip her. She opened her mouth a bit wider. Her tongue rose and tickled the tip of Bob's prick.
"That's the way, honey... " he crooned. "Lick it good."
He raised his crotch a little so that his cockhead was no longer between her lips. He watched her tremulous tongue slowly follow him up. She gave a slow, circular lick of his cockhead.
Hot blood surged into his penis, thickening it. As Eleanor raised slightly from the pillow and, her heart beating fast, planted a kiss on the tip of his dick, that organ quickly stiffened and climbed into the air above her face.
He straightened on his knees, his cock angling out and upward. He cradled the older woman's head in his hands and lifted her well off the pillow. By tilting her head forward, he brought her mouth to the end of his pecker.
Eleanor parted her lips wide and glided them down around the knob of his cock. She shut her eyes and sucked greedily, her brain spinning as her ears buzzed.
Bob groaned pleasurably and pushed his prick forward and back between the older woman's lips, taking care not to drive too deeply at first. His bulbous glans stroked Eleanor's tongue. His steel-hard shaft caressed her sensitive lips, which encircled it.
"Oooh... yeah!" he said, breathing deeply. "That's good, hm? Eat it all up! Suck it nice, and lick it with your hot tongue!"
Eleanor sucked, feeling like a slut. She swirled her wet tongue around the young man's thrusting cockhead and tickled the underside of his dick. She was swallowing all the while, drinking down the wild juices that washed from his prick and oozed out of the hole at its end.
She had never thought she would do such a filthy thing, and she kept trying to assure herself that she wouldn't have if Bob hadn't forced her. But that hardly rang true. It didn't account for the eager bobbing of her head as she stroked her o-shaped lips up and down on the lad's tasty pecker. It didn't account for the anxious licking and fluttering of her tongue against the cockhead which came charging again and again deeply into her mouth.
To add to Eleanor's shame, her cunt was raining a veritable torrent of joy-juice onto her smooth thighs and down between her plump buttocks. It was tickling the tight little nest of her anus.
Finally Bob pulled back and let his cock flip upward, in front of her face. His bobbing, stiff organ trailed a glistening strand of her saliva.
Eleanor panted through her mouth. She stared up at the young man through helpless eyes.
He got off her. "Roll onto your belly," he said simply.
Eleanor rolled over, her plump buttocks quivering. She expected him to drive his rod into her pussy, as before--and, God help her, that was what she needed!
But Bob had a perverse streak that he particularly wanted to exercise with this stimulating, big-assed woman. He grasped her rubbery buttocks and pulled them apart.
Eleanor's asshole shrank in shame as he stared at it--a cute starlike cluster of brownish-beige puckers, pink at the center.
"Oooh... pleeeeeease .'..!" she moaned. It was difficult to tell from her tone and manner whether she was begging for or against something.
Bob grasped the shank of his cock and moved forward, using his other hand to keep her buttocks spread. He didn't want to wipe her saliva off his knob by rubbing it against her buttcheeks.
When he poked the wet, slippery head of his cock directly against her anus, Eleanor gasped.
"Noooooh!" she exclaimed. "You're not going to... do thaaaaaat!" But that was exactly what Bob intended... and what he did, grinding his cock insistently forward, forcing Eleanor's encircling muscle to yield. To her dismay and consternation, she felt her asshole being stretched wide--and painfully--as Bob's cock jammed into it. She gasped. She moaned.
Millimeter by millimeter, the young man advanced his forceful penetration of her rear until her virginal anus was stretched so wide that she thought it would surely rip. The pain was intense. But that intensity lasted only until Bob's cockhead popped into Eleanor's asshole, whose elastic ring was then allowed to contract around his narrower shaft. She still felt as if a red-hot poker were being jammed up her butt.
She squirmed, seeking relief, but those motions only seemed to help the young man's cock sink deeper into her anus. She felt stuffed by him, and in a most uncomfortable way. He kept grinding and pushing.
Clenching his teeth, Bob just forced his stiff prick farther up her butt until, finally, she had almost all of it. His balls dangled next to her pussy.
Clutching her hips, his fingers crossing the straps of her garters, Bob sank his thumbs between her buttocks and stretched the cheeks wide apart. He watched the encircling rosy flesh of her anal ring turn outward as he withdrew his cock a ways, then fold inward once more as he fucked deeply up the woman's ass again. He pulled and thrust, pulled and thrust.
Eleanor moaned and squirmed like a bug on a pin. She had never felt so degraded. Physically, her anus had pretty well accommodated itself to the bulky column which was stroking inside it, but mentally she was still appalled by the act.
Bob increased the rhythm of his stroking in her rear. At the same time, he reached underneath her and began to twiddle her clitty.
She gasped and gave a spastic lurch. Her nerves were drawing tight.
God help me, I even like THIS! She thought as she began to thrust her ass backward, against the brutal buggering.
Bob fucked her ass faster. He was driving very deep by that time, his belly smacking against her springy buttocks. He squeezed and rolled her clit between his thumb and index finger.
Her bottom heaved so violently that it felt to Bob as if she were wrenching his cock right off. Her asshole rippled. Her clit palpitated between his pinching fingers. A wave of vibrations shook her from ass to shoulders, and Bob couldn't withstand the tempest. Groaning voluptuously, he drove his prick all the way up her ass and let it erupt, gushing warm cream into her bowels.
Eleanor dropped limp against the bed with the young man sprawled atop her, still pinned to her bottom. Gradually his cock softened. After awhile, he pulled it out of her asshole with a noisy Pop!
"Ooooh, my goodness!" Eleanor exclaimed, breathing hard.
Bob chuckled. "Glad you stopped by to see me?" he asked, kissing her ear.
"Yes. No! Oooh, I don't know what I mean!"
"Well, think it over. And if you decide you want to come back again, don't hesitate. But you'd better give me a call first."
"Ooh God, yes!" Eleanor said. "What if Carol happened to be here?"
"That's right."
The woman looked at Bob over her shoulder. "You've fucked her, haven't you?" she asked bluntly, seeing no reason any longer to mince words.
"Many times."
Eleanor shut her eyes. She pressed her cheek against the pillow. Until today, she had taken it for granted that Carol was still a virgin.
Thank goodness, she thought, that she had a sweet little daughter like Suzie!
Suzie!
"Oooh, you've got to let me up!" Eleanor exclaimed. "I've got to find my little girl."
"Why not wait here until she comes back?" Bob suggested. "I'll brew up some coffee. I think we both could use a cup."
"No, I've got to find Suzie right away! It isn't safe to let her wander around a strange apartment house. Anything might happen."
Bob couldn't argue about that. Knowing the other tenants as he did, he thought that Suzie was apt to get as wised up as her mother before she got all her cookies sold.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"What a sweet little girl! Don't you think so, Emma?"
"Ooooh, yes!" the mousy young woman with the long brown hair said. She wore wire-rimmed glasses and no makeup. Her attire consisted of a long, shapeless sack.
The other young woman, who stroked Suzie's cheek, seemed similarly colorless except that her hair was blonde and short. She wore jeans and a baggy t-shirt.
"Would you like some candy, darling?" she asked Suzie. "How about a cup of cocoa?"
"No, thank you," Suzie said. "I'd just like to sell you some cookies, if I may."
"Well, of course!" the blonde said.
"How many boxes?" Suzie asked. "They're two dollars each."
"Well, we don't have much money, but--Emma, we can spare four dollars, can't we?"
"Sure, Sal," the brownette said. "I'll get it."
As she left the room, Sal led the Girl Guide to the sofa. "Are you selling many cookies around here?"
"Quite a lot," Suzie said proudly. "Everybody's been very nice." Then she thought of Jerry and amended, "Well, most everybody."
"I should think everyone would love you to pieces!" Sal said, and hugged her.
A strange feeling went through Suzie. She wasn't used to being hugged by a female. Of course, there was Glorianna--Roger's wife--who had kissed her between the legs. Suzie had liked that.
When Sal began to run a hand over her body, the child writhed responsively.
"Ooh my, you're such a lovable thing!" Sal said, and kissed her full on the mouth.
Suzie felt the thrust of a braless breast through the woman's t-shirt and, out of curiosity, reached between their bodies to clasp the other mound.
"Baby!" Sal husked, thrilled by the child's response. She stroked a hand down to Suzie's bare legs and up underneath her short skirt. She tickled the girl's little pussy through her clingy nylon pants.
When Emma returned with the money for the cookies, she stopped in the living room doorway and stared. The Girl Guide was down on her back on the sofa, with Sal bending over her. The little girl's skirt was rumpled up around her waist, and Sal was licking her babyish thighs, her nose nuzzling Suzie's tummy through her briefs.
Both stimulated and jealous, Emma whipped her long dress up her body and over her head, letting her full titties bounce. She didn't have on a stitch of underwear.
Emma rushed to kneel next to the sofa, crowding Sal for access to Suzie's body while one hand dug between Sal's tightly trousered thighs.
In short order, all three females found themselves on the floor, where there was more room to thrash about and everyone could get at everyone else. But both older girls seemed mainly intent upon getting at Suzie. Sal writhed out of her clothes as the action progressed, and Suzie felt her garments being drawn away, piece by piece. Soon everyone was naked.
"Emma, look!" Sal exclaimed, gazing warmly at Suzie. "She's just beginning to get tits!"
"But she doesn't have any hair on her pussy yet," Emma said, and drove her face between Suzie's thighs.
Sal licked at the little girl's nipples while Emma pleasured her between the legs. Suzie writhed and cooed. Her eyelids lowered, and she enjoyed herself utterly, without fear of being poked at or slapped or treated roughly in any way, as men sometimes did.
Suzie reached out for the older girls, fondling Emma's large, rounded tits and Sal's smaller, more pointed ones. Finally Sal threw a leg across her body and crawled forward until she was kneeling astride the little girl's face.
"Just kiss it, honey!" she said passionately. "Use your sweet tongue!"
Suzie didn't mind doing what was asked--it would be something different. She stuck her tongue out and began to lick Sal's nice cunt, with the blonde hair growing along it in little wisps, while Emma licked and sucked hungrily between Suzie's legs. The child writhed, wrapping her legs around Emma's head. She worked her own tongue into the other lady's slit and licked up and down, finding the taste slightly different than that of a man's cock... but not bad at all.
Sal's belly bumped spastically at the thrill of being tongued by such a young, delightful girl, and her cuntal juice gushed, rolling into Suzie's mouth. Emma had her lips suctioned on the little girl's pussy and was gobbling for dear life while her tongue fluttered in and out.
What a wonderful way to be fucked! Suzie thought.
The Girl Guide and her two feminine lovers changed positions after awhile, Suzie's head being pushed between Emma's warmly succulent thighs while Sal squatted above Emma's face, receiving the passionate loving which the young girl inspired. All three thrilled to climaxes, then rushed on to more. Suzie didn't understand what was happening to her, but she knew it felt very good. She didn't want it to stop.
But, as with all good things, the lesbian session had to come to an end. The older girls finally let Suzie up and helped her back into her clothes.
"Did you like that?" Sal asked, and took a last lick at the little girl's nipples before pulling her frilly cotton slip down.
"Yes, it was very good!" Suzie said.
"You're such an angel!" Emma cooed, and cuddled Suzie's face between her full, wobbly tits.
When Suzie left the apartment a few minutes later, clutching only four dollars, she thought the sale had possibly been the best one of all, small as it was.
She glanced down toward the end of the swimming pool and saw her mother rapping frantically at the door of an apartment.
"Mom!" she called.
Eleanor turned and gratefully ran to her daughter.
"I've been nearly frantic!" Eleanor exclaimed. "I've been rapping on all the doors, trying to find you. Are you all right?"
"Of course," Suzie said.
Eleanor regarded her closely. "Your hair looks a little mussed." The mother patted at it.
"I'm all right, Mom," Suzie said with a touch of irritation.
"Well, did you make any sales?"
"M-hmm," Suzie said. "Twelve more boxes."
"Well, for goodness sake! You're really doing beautifully, aren't you?"
"I think so," Suzie said with a smug smile.
She walked with her mother along the edge of the pool and back to the car.
That evening Eleanor was full of guilt as she prepared to go to bed with her husband. She had cheated on him for the first time in their eighteen years of marriage, and that made her feel like a tramp because, goodness knew, James hadn't deserved it. He had always been a perfect angel.
Eleanor felt there was only one way to assuage her guilt--and that would be to show James an extra good time in bed. She never used to think in such terms, but her brief sojourn with her elder daughter's boyfriend had changed her attitudes somewhat.
James got into bed first, wearing a full set of pajamas, as usual. Eleanor wore a long nightgown. After turning off the lamps, she walked to a window and raised its shade, letting moonlight flood in.
She felt her husband's eyes on her--a graceful, slim-looking figure in her long gown--as she approached the bed. She turned back the covers and slid in.
James rolled toward her and planted a little kiss on her lips. That was his signal, with which she had become familiar through the years, that he wanted to take her before they went to sleep.
Eleanor snaked her arms around him. She kissed him passionately.
James drew back, startled. "Well!" he exclaimed, and gave a little chuckle. He continued warmly, "That was very nice."
Eleanor wasn't sure he would consider "nice" the rest of what she planned to do, but he would like it--of that she felt sure.
She opened the top of his pajamas and kissed down onto his chest, snaking her damp tongue through his curly hairs. Her husband's pleasurable surprise increased. He writhed gently, petting his wife's tousled hair.
She pushed the covers all the way down and got onto her knees beside him. Stroking her hand along his front, she crossed the drawstring of his pajama pants and felt his cock and balls through the fabric. James gasped.
"Heyyyyyy... wow!" he exclaimed, like a youth. Eleanor had never come on so strong before, even in the early years of their marriage.
But he hadn't experienced anything yet, as Eleanor was about to show him. Her hand snaked into the fly of his pajamas and grasped his soft penis. She drew it out.
"Oooh!" he said, and writhed. Eleanor felt warmth flowing into his prick, and the organ thickened. But it still didn't get stiff. James had been having his problems about that lately.
Eleanor bent toward his loins.
"Noooooh!" he exclaimed at first, breathing heavily.
Eleanor raised her head a bit and looked at him in the dimness. "You don't want me to?" she asked.
"It isn't that, but... I just can't believe it!"
His wife laughed softly and glided back the foreskin of his cock. The organ twitched, its bulb swelling in the open air.
Eleanor stuck out her tongue...
"Aaaaaaahhhgh!" James rasped, and his hips gave a spastic bump as his wife licked the tip of his pecker.
He wondered, for a giddy moment, whether he had fallen asleep and was dreaming this, because it was so unlike Eleanor. But he knew he couldn't have dropped off so quickly--and, anyway, he had never felt more awake in his life!
His cock quickly stiffened to firm erection as his wife's loving tongue glided over it. She didn't feel ashamed of what she was doing, as she had that afternoon with Bob. Treating her husband this way made her feel good, as if she were making amends. On top of that, she enjoyed the act itself--as much as she had secretly enjoyed licking and sucking Bob's cock!
She let her soft lips glide down over the bulb of her husband's prick, widening them to cross its homy ridge, then locking them in the groove just behind his cockhead. She let the knob soak in her mouth.
James writhed ecstatically. He groaned. He pawed at his wife's soft hair.
Eleanor began stroking her o-shaped lips up and down on her husband's upthrust rod, stroking the hard, throbbing column with her tongue. She sucked, drinking down the juice that oozed from the tip of his cock. She enjoyed his tangy taste and musky, masculine scent.
He wondered what in the world had come over Eleanor to make her act this way, all of a sudden--but he wasn't about to look a gift loving in the mouth. He was more than happy just to receive it and enjoy.
After stroking her mouth up and down on his cock several times, Eleanor raised her head higher and let his slippery bulb pop out from between her lips, which contracted as they slowly left its tip. She waggled her tongue down his rod as the damp, redolent bulb brushed to and fro across her nose.
Going even farther than she had with Bob, she poked at her husband's balls with her tongue.
"Oooh... wowwwwwww... baby!" he husked, clenching his fists as he writhed.
Eleanor pulled up her nightie and tossed it over her head. Her titties bobbed in the moonlight as she climbed astride her husband. Fitting his prick into her pussy, she let herself down fully around it.
"Just so you won't get the wrong idea," she cooed, smiling down at him gently, "I learned about that other in a book. They said this is a good position, too--one that men like."
"Wow, it's great!" James said, still thrilled witless.
What Eleanor had told him was partially true. She had read those things in a book, which had shocked her at the time; but they were no longer shocking. Now they were just fun-especially with James.
She worked her hips up and down, grinding her warm, slippery cunt around his very stiff rod. James reached up and grasped her large tits as he bumped his prick rhythmically into her.
They made the bed creak and sigh.
Eleanor rode her happy husband like an erotic wraith, her white body weaving and bobbing in the moonlight. But there was nothing wraith-like about the grasp of her vagina, which was warm and snug and wiggling as it stroked up and down on his dick. James hadn't had such a good piece of ass in years!
He let his hands trail down his wife's side and around to her back, where he grasped the plump, springy cheeks of her bottom. He let them go and trailed his fingers along her thighs. The excitement of their intercourse lacked only one small thing--it would have been perfect if Eleanor had kept her stockings and garter belt on.
Perhaps he would dare ask her to do that next time, James thought.
But for now he was totally absorbed by her wet, swirling snatch as it rose and fell on him, seeming to gobble at his cock. His balls gathered steam. His hips bumped more urgently.
Eleanor's round, heavy tits bobbed up and down. She tossed her head wantonly.
She felt wanton, but wasn't that all right, as long as she was with her husband?
James grasped her and bobbed his cock briskly upward into her pussy. She moved just as heatedly with him. She gasped and held her breath.
The orgasm, which she had felt welling up, finally burst, bathing her entire body in warmth. As her hips jerked, her pussy rippling around her husband's rod, he let go within her. It was the sharpest come he'd had in a long time.
Finally Eleanor fell forward, resting her full breasts against her husband as she snaked her arms around his neck. They kissed.
Eleanor felt much better. Most of her guilt was gone, and she seemed more happily married than ever. She dared to conclude that the afternoon may have been justified by the result it had produced at home.
CHAPTER NINE
Carol was pressed into service the next evening to drive Suzie to the apartment house with her cookies. She had a large quantity of them to distribute.
"Why don't I take Bob's," the older girl suggested, "and you can hand the cookies out to your other customers."
"Thanks a lot!" Suzie said with childish sarcasm. "Bob only bought two boxes. I've got zillions to take to the other apartments."
"Well, make several trips," Carol told her. "Here--you can keep the car keys. And when you're through, go back to the car and wait for me there--okay?"
"What's the matter?" the younger girl asked impishly. "Don't you want me to walk in on you and Bob?"
Carol shrugged as if it didn't matter. "I thought you'd be more comfortable in the car, in case I'm not ready to leave right away."
"Okay," Suzie said. "I understand."
She had come to understand a lot about life during the last two or three days.
As Carol left with two boxes of cookies, Suzie removed a whole case from the car-twenty boxes, all of which were for Jerry. Since the cookies were light, it was no problem for the twelve-year-old to carry a case of them.
She walked to Jerry's apartment, set the case down, and pushed his door buzzer. There was no answer. Suzie pressed the button again.
When there still was no response, the little girl became worried-Jerry owed her forty dollars. She glanced around. Jerry wasn't on the patio.
Maybe he didn't think I would get here this early, Suzie thought, and he went out for awhile. Or maybe he hasn't come home from work yet.
She decided to take care of her other customers and come back later. Next on her list was Harold Mortenson.
The slender, mild-mannered man was at home alone, his blonde wife having gone to a club meeting. When he opened the door for Suzie and found her holding a large cardboard box, he quickly took it from her.
"Thank you," she said. "That is a little big to carry."
"Not all those cookies are for me, are they?" Harold asked.
"No. Would you like to open the case and take out eight boxes?"
"All right."
Harold squatted and slit the seal on the case with a thumbnail. He kept glancing at Suzie, taking in her childish charms.
"You're certainly a very sweet little girl!" he said.
"I like you, too, Mr. Mortenson," Suzie told him.
"Why don't you call me Uncle Harold?" he suggested.
By the time he had removed eight boxes of cookies from the case, Suzie's proximity and his close-up view of her slender, bare legs had aroused him. He stood and drew the child into his arms.
Suzie's heart went out to him. He seemed like such a nice man, and yet he was sad for some reason. Suzie wanted to make him feel better.
"I'm not in too much of a hurry," she said gently, "if you would like to... play for awhile?"
Harold thrilled. "Is it all right? Really?"
"Of course," Suzie said.
She took off her little cap, then unfastened her uniform. Harold watched avidly as she pulled the blue-and-white outfit up over her head and followed it with her slip. She wore white panties with little pink flowers on them.
The man's cock rose, making a hump in the front of his trousers.
Suzie stared at it, recalling how she had pumped her hand up and down on his prick before. He had seemed to like that very much. Since then, she had learned how to use her mouth on a man's cock. She wondered if Uncle Harold would enjoy that as much.
Still wearing her little briefs, she dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked, a bit shocked, not having expected the little girl to come on so strongly.
"I'm going to take your cock out," she said simply. "I thought you might like to have me kiss it."
The man almost fell over. The hump in his trousers visibly twitched.
"Oooh, that would be... wonderful!" he exclaimed, having trouble talking because his heart seemed to be hammering right in his throat.
Suzie unzipped his pants, reached into them, and brought his prick out. The thing snapped into a rigid, upthrusting erection.
"Ooooh, I like your cock, Uncle Harold!" she said sweetly.
His pecker gave another twitch. He was so excited already, that he didn't know whether he could survive her touching his dick with her mouth. But he was going to try his best.
Suzie rolled his foreskin down away from his bulging glans, and she approached the pink- purplish knob, her little tongue coming out. Harold caught his breath and held it as the adorable child licked the moist, quivering tip of his pecker.
"Oooooooh!" he husked, all the breath rushing from him.
"Did you like that, Uncle Harold?" the child asked, looking up.
"Yes, darling! Oooh, very much indeed! Do it some more!"
Suzie ran her delightful tongue all around Harold's bulging, throbbing cockhead, then pursed her soft lips around just the tip of it. She tickled his oozing slit with her tongue, licking up his slippery juice.
"Aaaaahhhhgh!" he rasped. He was on the verge of ejaculation, only the most extreme effort of will holding back the warmth which was bubbling in his balls.
When Suzie glided her delicate lips all the way down over his cockhead, locking them in the sensitive groove just behind it, the man could no longer control himself. He lurched, growling fiercely, and his quivering cock spewed thick, warm cream into the little girl's mouth.
Suzie wasn't too shocked, since this had happened to her once before. She just kept sucking and swallowing down Harold's spurting cum. Each convulsive motion of her throat and jaws compressed his spongy glans between her tongue and palate, causing him to shoot all the more.
Though Suzie gobbled as fast as she could, some of his cum nevertheless oozed out and dribbled down her chin.
When Harold finally had stopped shooting and his cock was becoming soft, the girl straightened up, letting his organ flop from her mouth. He watched through glassy eyes as she licked the spilled semen off her lip, then swiped the lower rivulet with a finger and sucked that, as well.
"Ooooh, my darling!" he exclaimed, dropping to his knees and hugging her.
"That happened very fast," she said. "I still don't have to go yet, unless you want me to."
For some reason, she had a strong desire to let Uncle Harold fuck her.
"You adorable little child!" he murmured, and eased her onto her back on the carpet. He tenderly removed her cute panties.
After pausing just long enough to wriggle out of his own clothes, he lifted her slender legs in the air, spreading them wide apart. Suzie thrilled as he bowed his head into her warm little crotch.
Harold kissed the child's pussy, full on. He delighted in its total lack of hair. His moist tongue scurried up and down Suzie's snug slit, picking up juice that she had exuded. His thumbs stroked the soft, super-smooth lips of her cunt.
As Harold stretched those delectable lips apart, his tongue wriggled between them. He licked Suzie's hot little clit and the mouth of her girlish vagina.
"Oooh... oooh... oooh... " she panted, bumping her cunt against him.
"You like that--you really like that, don't you?" he asked excitedly as he raised his head.
"Yes!" she said, her face just as innocent- appearing as ever. "But I'd like something else even better."
"What's that, my dear?" Harold asked in breathless anticipation.
"I'd like you to fuck me," Suzie said.
The man's limp penis twitched a bit. More heat surged into it. But the organ, though fattening, didn't grow stiff. Harold simply wasn't able to snap back that fast.
"Do you... know what it means to fuck?" Harold asked, scarcely believing she did.
"Oh, yes," Suzie said. "A man down the way fucked me."
"Here?" Harold asked. "In this building?"
"Mm-hmm. He hit me and I had to let him do it."
Harold was revolted. "The son of a bitch!" he exclaimed, uncharacteristically, because he seldom used strong language.
"It hurt at first," Suzie admitted. "But then it felt kind of good." She smiled and continued, "I'd like to fuck with you!"
"Who was that guy who forced you?" Harold demanded.
"I promised him I wouldn't tell."
"But you should, darling! He had no right!"
"I know... but he did buy a lot of cookies."' Harold didn't know what to say to that. The child was so innocent!
She sat up and looked at Harold's limp cock. "I guess you can't fuck me, can you?" she observed. His penis gave another futile twitch.
"Maybe I could," he ventured, "if you wouldn't mind... sucking me some more."
Suzie smiled. "I'd be glad to do that," she said, and bent to his lap.
She lifted his soft penis and stuffed it into her mouth.
Harold squirmed on his butt, his eyes rolling, as the charming little girl sucked his entire meaty cock, the thing stuffing her mouth. His penis seemed to be drowning in her warm saliva.
"My balls!" he panted. "Play with my balls, too!"
Suzie took his nuts in her hand and rolled them while she sucked and sucked on his peter. The thing gradually stiffened, uncoiling in her mouth, and she had to back up a bit, because she no longer could encompass all of it. She pumped her encircling lips up and down on his still somewhat supple, but strengthening, rod.
Harold groaned voluptuously.
Suzie's lips tugged on his prick, shaking his balls. She worked her mouth up and down, and his cockhead twitched against her lapping tongue. His shaft stiffened more. Soon it was fat enough and hard enough to hold Suzie's lips well apart and to tickle them nicely as she stroked up and down on it.
She let his prick go with a pop and licked down its slippery underside while the shaft waggled to and fro, across her cute nose. She licked Harold's balls, also.
"Now!" he exclaimed. "I can fuck you now!"
Suzie sprang onto her hands and knees, deciding that she wanted to try it the way she had watched Roger do it to his wife.
Happy as a man could be, Harold positioned himself behind the little girl's sweetly rounded, firm bottom. Her hairless pussy peeped at him from between the tops of her legs and made a marvelously enticing target.
Harold moved up to her, holding his pecker in his fist.
Suzie cooed as she felt him swab his wet cockhead up and down her slit. She leaned further forward, pressing her straight chest against the carpet. The rug's nap tickled her stiff nipples.
Harold worked his bulging glans between her pussylips and into the super-tight mouth of her cunt.
"My God!" he exclaimed. "Are you sure you can take this?"
Suzie giggled. "Of course. Just push."
She experienced no hurt whatever--just a luscious sense of stretched fullness as the man drove his prick forward, snugly up her tight little quim.
The snug gliding sensation was so exquisite that it prickled Harold's scalp. He groaned, working his cock ever deeper into the little girl until Finally her cunt encompassed it all.
"My precious!" he exclaimed, as he began to stroke in and out.
"Mmmmmmm!" Suzie purred, enjoying the marvelous sensation of his stiff, thick cock gliding up and down in her pussy.
It felt so good that she wriggled her Firm little ass. That increased Harold's voluptuous sensation, and he was forced to grit his teeth against the intense thrill. He pumped more briskly in and out of the little girl's pink, upturned cunt.
This was Suzie's first fucking which was without a bit of hurt, and she liked it better than anything that had happened before. She began undulating her slim back, bumping her bottom against Harold's straight stomach so that she could take his cock even deeper into her very tight, warm pussy.
Thrilled beyond words, the man fucked her with everything he had. She squealed--then again, louder. Finally she sighed from the tips of her toes as a wonderful wave of warm relaxation swept through her, and the man shot into her quivering cuntal embrace. He jerked and spurted again and again, ejaculating more pleasurably than ever before in his life. He kept spurting until his balls were utterly dry, and they actually pained him as his ecstatic libido tried to pull yet more semen from them.
Finally he lapsed forward atop Suzie as she sprawled on the carpet.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked solicitously, as soon as he could catch his breath.
"Ooooh no, Uncle Harold!" the little girl said. "It was wonderful!"
Harold had never been so happy.
As he and Suzie were getting dressed, he asked, "Have you delivered your cookies yet to that creep who gave you a bad time?"
"No, I haven't," Suzie said, fastening her uniform. "I tried to, just before coming here, but he didn't answer his door."
"Well, it's probably just as well if you don't see him again. You have his money."
"No, I don't," Suzie replied. "He said he would pay me tonight."
"You mean, the bastard raped you and ordered a big bunch of cookies, but he hasn't paid for them?" Harold could hardly believe that any man could be so nasty and cheap.
"That's right," Suzie said.
"Tell me who he is!" Harold demanded, grasping her by the arms. He shed his usual meekness as he added, "I'll personally beat the son of a bitch's face in!"
Suzie thought Jerry would have that coming if he didn't pay what he owed her. But she still believed he intended to pay.
"I'm going to see later whether he's at home, and maybe everything will be all right," she told Harold. "But if it isn't, I'll come back and tell you."
"You do that! And don't let the bastard touch you again--understand?"
"I'll try not to," Suzie said, because she didn't like Jerry anyway.
Harold gave her a tender kiss before she left his apartment.
Suzie needed fifteen boxes of cookies to deliver to the Trents, next door, and she didn't have that many left in the case she was carrying. But she had enough for the nice girls down the way-Sal and Emma. She decided to deliver them first, then return to the car and get another case for the Trents.
She hummed happily to herself as she walked down the line, next to the swimming pool. Uncle Harold, as she liked to think of him, had left her feeling very good.
She paid no attention to the man in white coveralls who was working next to the pool, and she didn't notice that the water was draining out of it. Such things meant nothing to her.
CHAPTER TEN
"Baby, you sure know how to do that!" Bob said happily as Carol knelt before him in pink panties, sucking his long, stiff cock.
"I love it!" Carol said, releasing the gleaming knob with a swipe of her tongue.
"Fact is," Bob continued, "you're about the best little cocksucker I know."
"What do you mean, 'about the best'?" Carol asked, looking up at him.
"Well... " Bob hesitated, a grin creeping over his face.
Shit! he thought. I can't resist telling her.
"You're mother's maybe a teeny bit better," he said.
Carol's eyes widened, and her lower jaw dropped. "You're kidding!"
"Nope. Your mother's mighty good at sucking cock, all right!"
"But you don't even know my mother! You couldn't! I've never told her about you!"
"Suzie did. And she brought your mother here yesterday."
"Ooh my God, NO!" Carol exclaimed, horrified.
"Relax, babe," Bob said, and waggled his stiff prick in front of her face. "We had a great time, Eleanor and I. And, like I said, she really digs having a big, fat prick in her mouth. She fucks mighty good, too-even in the asshole!"
Carol thought she would faint.
Seeing how shocked she was, Bob reached down and took her head between his hands. "There's no sweat," he assured her. "If your mother was gonna raise hell with you, she would have done it last night, wouldn't she? And I'll bet she didn't say a thing."
"Th-that's right," Carol admitted.
"So don't worry," Bob said with a grin. "Now, get back to business." He shoved his stiff prick against her soft lips.
Carol opened her mouth numbly and took his cock in. As she sucked it, she had a lot to think about. But as Bob had said, apparently there was no problem.
Mother! Carol thought. All this time she's pretended to be so perfect and has tried to get me to act the same way... and she's just as hot as anybody! Why, SHE FUCKED AND SUCKED MY BOYFRIEND!
Okay... I'll get her for that!
I wonder how she'd like it if I made a play for DADDY????
She sucked Bob's cock with a vengeance, her mind throbbing with the daring plan she had in mind. Bob writhed, thrilling to her warmly clasping lips as they pumped briskly up and down on his rod.
"That's just great, baby!" he panted. "But your mother's... still just a little... hotter! There's a way, though... that you could prove... you're just as sexy as she is."
Carol let his cock go, and the springy thing flipped straight up. "How?" she demanded.
"Let me give it to you in the ass."
Carol had never allowed that, because she had feared it would hurt too much. But Bob's taunts had gotten to her. She guessed that if her mother could stand to have her asshole fucked, she could take it too!
The seventeen-year-old whirled about and pressed her tits against the floor. She presented her curvaceous bottom to Bob, pink nylon panties stretched tautly across the plump cheeks.
"All right!" he exclaimed, and dropped to his knees behind her.
He peeled the girl's panties down off her beautiful ass, thrilling to the white roundness of its mounds and the soft, shaggy pussy which nestled between the tops of her thighs. But it wasn't her pussy that he was going to use right then. He worked her panties down her thighs, out from under her knees, and off. He spread her knees well apart.
His hands crept up onto her buttocks and took hold of the rubbery, satin-smooth cheeks. He pinched them, spreading them apart.
Carol's little asshole was pink--the prettiest Bob had ever seen. It was so pretty, in fact, that he couldn't resist pushing his face right down between her buttocks and licking it.
Carol jumped, because she'd never felt a moist, wiggly tongue tickle her asshole before. She writhed, deciding that it might be just great to have Bob stick his big prick up there. He twisted his tongue against the tight nest of puckers, pushing insistently. Carol's circular muscle yielded, and his tongue slithered into the snug, warm clasp of her rectum.
"UUUUUUH!" she exclaimed, for the sensation was wild. But though Bob had forced her anus open, it didn't really hurt.
She gained more and more confidence.
"Hurry up and fuck me!" she demanded. "I want your prick up my ass!"
"Babe, you're gonna get it!" he firmly declared as he lifted his head and wiggled closer.
First he swabbed his penis up and down her asscrack, which his other hand continued to hold open. As soon as he had centered the bulb of his cock on the target, he began to twist and push.
Carol gasped, because the pressure was more intense than his tongue had provided. The forced spreading of her sphincter became more intense yet, and it began to hurt. As Bob kept pushing and twisting, it hurt really bad.
"NOOOOOOH!" Carol bawled. "STOP ITTTT!
I'VE CHANGED MY MIND!"
But it was too late for such girlish silliness, as far as Bob was concerned. He pushed harder yet, and his cockhead popped into her tight anal sheath.
"OOOOOH!" Carol exclaimed. The hurt eased a bit, and she could catch her breath. "That's awful! You feel so... HUUUUUUUUGE!"
"You can handle it!" Bob said from between clenched teeth as he drove his cock ever deeper into her resisting asshole.
Inch after inch of his thick shaft glided into her circular rear gate until finally she had it all. His balls tickled her pussy.
"MY GODDDDD!" Carol exclaimed. "Mother let you do... THISSSS?"
"Damned right!" Bob said. "And, man, did she love it!"
He began to pump his cock in and out of his girl friend's tight ass, watching the pink rim of her anus fold outward and drag along his retreating shaft, then turn back in as he reversed directions to sink deeply into her warm rectum once more.
Carol was disconcerted in the extreme. The ass-fucking was certainly wild--it gave her a sense of gliding fullness which she had never imagined. But the pressure remained intense to the point of discomfort, if not downright pain.
She tried to remain perfectly still as Bob stroked in and out through her tight anus. He huffed and puffed. He clutched her naked asscheeks, wiggling them.
Finally the vigorous thrusting got to Carol, and she had to move, even though the motion threatened to hurt her worse than she was being hurt already. She began to bump her hot ass back against Bob's deep-jabbing thrusts.
This thrilled the young man all the more, and he increased the vigor of his anal onslaught. His quickened stroking heightened Carol's excitement.
"Oooh... oooh... oooh!" she panted, bumping harder against him. "Drive your big cock in there! Keep fucking my asshole! Split me in twooooo!" Bob fucked her tight ass fiercely, and the girl clawed at the rug. Her asshole rippled around his driving dick. Her pussy palpitated, though it had only been tickled by his dangling balls.
An orgasm gripped her, and she shook from hips to shoulders. This wrenched Bob's ass-embedded prick so violently that he shot, Jerking and twitching, he spurted what seemed like gallons of warm cream into her bowels.
Carol fell forward, gasping for breath.
Bob sprawled atop her.
"Well, I... gotta admit... " he said, breathing hard, "you're as good as... your old lady!"
"You'd better believe it!" Carol grated, her ass still burning from the boy's brutal assault.
His cock gradually softened, and it pulled it out of her with a suctioning sound.
"I've got to get cleaned up," he said, and headed for the bathroom.
Carol had to do the same, but she didn't trust her legs yet.
So Mother let him do that to her! she thought. And she did everything else with him, too. Well, the old hypocrite! Just wait until I go to work on Daddy!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Hey, Glorianna!" Roger called as he opened his door to find Suzie standing there, holding a large cardboard carton. "Look who's back!"
Roger's strawberry-blonde wife appeared in the bedroom doorway as Suzie entered the apartment. The nice lady was nude except for green panties, nude-toned stockings, and a white garter belt. Her full tits perched high on her chest, pink nipples canting upward.
As Roger took the case of cookies from the Girl Guide's outstretched arms, his wife whirled Suzie into a warm embrace. Glorianna's boobies rubbed the little girl's chest, then swiped softly across her chin as Glorianna straightened up.
Suzie stared at the voluptuous, pink-nippled breasts.
"Like my tits?" Glorianna asked boldly.
"Yes, they're big and beautiful!" Suzie said. "I wonder if I'll ever have any like that."
"You have sweet little tiny ones now," Glorianna said. "I'd like to lick yours-and I'm going to do it in a little while, if you'll let me. Do you want to suck mine?"
"May I?" Suzie asked, and glanced at Roger, as if she had to get his permission.
He was wearing a loosely belted robe. "Be my guest," he said, and added grandiloquently, "My wife's titties belong to the world!"
Smiling, Glorianna shoved her ripe boobs against Suzie's face and watched from beneath half- -lowered lashes as the little girl stuck out her tongue and began to lick the stiff pink nipples.
Suzie pulled a titty-tip into her mouth and sucked warmly on it. Glorianna thrilled.
Watching, Roger also derived enjoyment, as proved by the fact that his prick rose, pushing out from between the folds of his terrycloth robe. Glorianna watched her husband's cock stick up stiffly as she petted the bobbed hair of the little girl who sucked her nipples. She took off Suzie's cap and tossed it aside.
Suzie lifted her head from the woman's billowing breasts and felt itchy, as if she needed something more. When she glanced at Roger and saw his long cock sticking up through the front of his robe, she knew what that something was.
"You can go and suck it, dear," Glorianna said, noting the direction of the child's gaze. "You don't object, do you, Roger?"
"Shiiiit!" the man said with a broad grin, and spread his robe open wide.
Suzie rushed to him, dropping to her knees. She grasped his stiff cock and stuck its bulging head between her lips. She sucked, washing his warm, smooth cockhead in her saliva.
"Isn't she the sweetest little cocksucker you ever saw!" Glorianna gushed, watching avidly.
"You ought to feel it, baby!" Roger husked. "She's got such a tight mouth!"
"I'm afraid I couldn't feel it," Glorianna said, her voice acidly tinged. "I don't have a prick, you see."
"But you have a pussy, and I'll bet Suzie's mouth would work just as good on that!"
"Do you think so?" Glorianna asked as she watched the Girl Guide stroke her encircling lips up and down on Roger's cock.
"Why not?" Roger returned. "Just ask the sweet child, and I'm sure she'll do it."
Suzie was but dimly aware of the conversation that was passing back and forth. She was much more intent upon sucking the nice man's juicy, big cock. She was playing with his balls, as well, having found that this went very well with cocksucking. A man's balls were always hanging there within reach, and they felt soft and wiggly in her hand. What was more, the men seemed to like it when she handled those funny things.
"Don't suck him too much, dear," Glorianna told the busily head-bobbing child. "There are lots more things we can do."
Suzie straightened up, a bit reluctant to let Roger's big prick go. But as Glorianna had said, there were other things.
"Why don't we go into the bedroom?" Glorianna suggested.
Suzie followed the strawberry blonde, whose buttocks wiggled attractively in her green silk panties. Her thighs rubbed nakedly together above the tops of her gartered stockings.
Roger brought up the rear, his prick sticking out before him like a lance at the ready.
Glorianna turned next to the bed and unfastened Suzie's blue and white dress. She drew that up over her head. Next came the girl's slip, leaving her in just panties, socks and shoes.
"Ooooh, you are charming!" Glorianna exclaimed, and tickled Suzie's tiny tits.
"I like that!" the Girl Guide confided.
"Perhaps you'll like this even more," Glorianna said, and beckoned to her husband. "Roger? Join me, hmm?"
Glorianna sat on the bed, Roger beside her, and they drew Suzie close to them. Each adult licked a jutting pink nipple on the child's bee-sting breasts. Their hands stroked up and down Suzie's back, across the silk pants which clung to her bottom. Her buttcheeks were very firm and springy-taut.
As both Roger and his wife caressed and kissed her, Suzie let a hand crawl to Roger's lap. Her cool, dainty fingers surrounded his upthrust cock and she tickled it delicately. A groan rattled in Roger's throat, and he sucked harder on her tingling nipple. It wasn't long before all three persons were rolling on the king-sized bed. Roger found himself delightfully sandwiched between his beautiful wife and their charming little friend, each wearing panties but otherwise nude--except for Glorianna's hose and garters. They had taken off Suzie's socks and shoes.
Roger curled his fingers around the elastic top of each female's panties as they snuggled against him, kissing and caressing. Glorianna's and Suzie's hands took turns fondling and stroking his fat, thrusting prick and his wobbly, hair-shrouded balls.
He pulled their panties down and stroked their bare asses. What a contrast that provided to his touch! Glorianna's bottom was plump and soft, while Suzie's much smaller rump was the firmest he had ever felt.
"Take my pants all the way off, Roger," Glorianna said, flopping into her back and lifting her stocking-clad legs in the air.
He obeyed and tossed the silky garment aside.
"Suzie dear... " the woman murmured, "wouldn't you like to kiss me all over?"
The child had been hoping for something else--namely, Roger's big cock stretching her pussy as it glided deeply into her--but she didn't want to be rude to Glorianna. She was very nice, too.
Suzie snuggled between the pretty woman's thighs.
Glorianna immediately wrapped her legs warmly around the little girl's head, tilting her moist pussy up to Suzie's mouth. Suzie sucked and licked, entering Glorianna's cuntal passage with her tiny, slithering tongue.
"Ooooh, myyyyyyy!" the blonde panted, her belly bumping against Suzie's face. "She must have done this before!"
"Shit, she's done everything!" Roger said, swinging onto his knees behind her. "Don't ask me how she learned it all, but she knows!"
"But, d-darling... " Glorianna said, having difficulty speaking because of the exquisite thrills young Suzie was giving her, "do you think it's... all right to... fuck her?"
"Ooh, hell yes...!" Roger said, swabbing his prick up and down the crack of Suzie's ass until he had settled himself in the small opening of her snatch. "I'll give you ten-to-one she's no virgin." Glorianna couldn't argue further--Suzie's tongue and sucking lips were pleasuring her cunt just too nicely--and, anyway, she thought that Roger was probably right. As the little girl continued to work her delightful tongue up and down Glorianna's wiggly pussyfolds and across the marble-hard head of her clit, Roger slowly glided his stiff prick all the way up the Girl Guide's cunt.
Thrilling to the firm penetration, Suzie wiggled her ass "You see, Glorianna?" Roger said happily. "She digs it!"
"Oooh myyyy, yesssssss!" Glorianna said, thrilling more and more as Roger began to fuck the sweet child who was licking her cunt.
Suzie pushed backward against the man's impaling thrusts. Her tight cunt rippled around his hard cock like fingers in a greased, velvet glove. He fucked in and out of her faster, his heavy balls swinging against her clit.
Suzie worked her entire mouth into Glorianna's sweet flowing cunt. She sucked up and swallowed down the woman's honey. Roger glided a hand around Suzie's hip and to her lower front where he tickled the hairless lips of her pussy as they gripped his steadily stroking rod. His index finger rubbed back and forth across the tiny nub of her clitty.
The child hunched and moaned, blubbering into Glorianna's snatch. The woman's hips began to bob wildly. She came while Suzie had a beautiful orgasm, and Roger spurted the contents of his balls into the child's squirming, rippling hole.
"Well, I've given out all my cookies except for one case," Suzie remarked as she was putting her clothes on.
"That means you have a lot more calls to make, hm?" Roger said.
"Oh, no. Only one."
"You mean, one person bought a whole case of those things? How many is that?"
"Twenty boxes," Suzie said. "I only hope he's at home."
"I hope so, too-that is, if he likes cookies. But you're home free, with the money and all."
"No, he didn't pay me," Suzie said.
"Well, then you'd better hurry right over there!" Glorianna chimed in.
"I've been to see him twice already," Suzie said, settling her little cap on her head. "Each time he said he didn't have the money and he ordered more cookies--just to get me to be nice to him, I suppose."
"You mean you did with him what you did with us?" Roger asked.
"Yes. He was the first to fuck me."
"No kidding! He took your cherry, hm?"
"What's that mean?" Suzie asked.
Glorianna laughed softly. "That means he was the first to fuck you, like you said. How come you let him do it?"
"I didn't let him exactly. He slapped me, and I was afraid."
"He raped you?" Glorianna asked angrily. "Roger, did you hear that?"
"I sure did! Tell me who that creep is, and I'll break a few of his bones!"
"I'll tell you if he isn't at home to pay me now," Suzie promised. "Uncle Harold, next door, wants to know, too. He doesn't like him, either!"
"You mean mousy Harold Mortenson?" Roger asked with a laugh. "You've been playing with him too, hm?"
"Yes. And he's very nice--as nice as you and Glorianna."
"Thank you, dear," the woman purred. "You're very sweet."
"Well, don't forget now," Roger told the Girl Guide. "Tell me if you don't get your money from that guy. Who is he, anyway?"
"I can't tell you that... yet. But maybe I'll be back."
Suzie left the apartment.
"Have you ever known a child like that?" Glorianna asked her husband.
"No, never. But I'll tell you--the world should have more of them."
"It almost makes me want to have a baby of my own," Glorianna said, snuggling up to him.
"Well, we can't get to work on that project just now. Daddy's pooped."
"You mean, the child took too much out of you?" Glorianna smiled foxily. "Well, maybe Mama can fix."
She dropped to her knees in front of her naked husband.
Roger let her lift his limp cock and stuff it into her mouth. Her tongue circled the wiggly, supple organ. She sucked, tugging on it.
Glorianna glided a hand around to her husband's buttocks and between them, tickling him on the anus. He groaned, and his cock stiffened a bit.
As Glorianna kept sucking on him, her finger broke through his anal ring and extended up his tight, warm ass. She gave him one joint... then two.
"OOOH... WOWWWW!" he husked, and jammed his firming prick deeper into his wife's lovely face.
With her entire finger stuck up his asshole, Roger's cock turned bolt-stiff. She glided her mouth back to encompass just the head of it. Swirling her tongue, she gave his plump glans a last, lingering suck, then let it pop out juicily out of her mouth. It sprang up, quivering.
Glorianna pulled her finger out of her husband's asshole with a Pop!
"Let's make that baby now!" she said, and stretched out on the carpet, her legs reaching into the air and waving wide apart.
"But... but you've been taking the pill!"
"Not today, darling! Why do you suppose I wore these stockings and garters? I wanted to get you worked up tonight."
"And little Suzie came along to do the job for you," Roger said, settling between her spread thighs.
"Then I had to go to work all over again," Glorianna sighed. "But working on you is fun, lover."
"And working in you is even better!" Roger said, as he drove his cock between the petals of her cuntal flower, sinking himself all the way to his balls.
"Baby... baby... baby... " Glorianna crooned as her husband fucked her.
"If we do have a baby," he said, vigorously stroking, "I want her to be a girl."
"Ooh, yessss!" Glorianna said, rotating her warm cunt around her husband's plunging rod. "But if she joins the Girl Guides, I don't think I'll let her sell cookies from door to door."
"Shit, no!" Roger exclaimed. "We'll keep her home, and eat all of her cookies ourselves!"
Glorianna wrapped her serpentine legs warmly around him. Her stockings hisses against his skin as he hunched steadily, pumping his stiff prick in and out of her quaking cunt...
CHAPTER TWELVE
Suzie rang and rang the buzzer of Jerry's apartment. She was about to give up when the door finally opened and the dark-haired, grimy man glowered at her.
"What's the idea of ringing the goddamned buzzer so long?" he snarled. "When somebody doesn't answer right away, it usually means they don't want to be bothered!"
"I'm sorry," Suzie said, "but you promised to pay me for the cookies today. Here," she added, holding the case out to him, "I've brought them."
"All those? Shit, you've gotta be kidding!"
"But you ordered them," Suzie said.
"Kid, you must've heard wrong. I don't even like cookies!"
He started to shut the door.
"You'd better pay me!" Suzie said.
"I told you--I didn't order those lousy cookies! Now, get the fuck away from here!"
He pushed the case that the little girl was holding, and she tottered backward, losing her balance. As Jerry slammed the door, she fell on her bottom on the hard concrete walk, the case of cookies in her lap.
Harold had been watching from down the hall, and he rushed up to Suzie. "Are you hurt?" he asked, lifting the cardboard carton off of her.
"Only a little," Suzie said, sniffling, as he helped her to her feet.
"The guy wouldn't pay you, huh?"
"No! He said he didn't order the cookies-but he did!" Suzie broke into tears.
Harold turned toward the closed door. He pounded on it. "Open up in there, you son of a bitch!" he yelled.
Doors popped open up and down the line. However, Jerry's door remained shut.
Roger ran up, cinching the belt on his robe. "What's going on?" he asked. When he saw Suzie crying, he asked her, "The guy who lives there is the one who won't pay, hm?"
"Yes," she said, wiping the tears off her cheeks.
"I know that bastard! He's a real fart! What do you say we take the cost of those cookies out of his hide?" Roger asked Harold.
"I'm with you!" Mortenson replied.
While the other tenants stood back and watched--all but Bob, who was still busy with Carol--the two men who had appointed themselves Suzie's protectors rammed their shoulders against the door of the apartment.
Wood splintered. The lock broke. As the door swung inward, the two men lunged into the apartment.
Wide-eyed, Jerry backed up as they rushed him. "Hey, you got no right!" he said.
"The shit we haven't!" Roger ranted, and drove a balled fist into his middle.
Jerry buckled, gasping for breath. But he didn't fall. He ran, bent over, toward the broken door which stood open.
Harold threw a flying tackle, bringing Jerry down. But the latter scrambled onto his knees. Roger was after him. A hard kick in the butt sent Jerry sprawling again.
"I've got an idea!" Roger said. "Let's throw the son of a bitch into the pool!"
"Yeah, that ought to teach him not to screw little girls!" Harold said.
Though both he and Roger had fucked Suzie lovingly, only Jerry had screwed her. There was a very definite difference, which was more than semantic.
Roger and Harold picked Jerry up, each holding him by an arm and a leg as he faced downward. They carried him out of the apartment, toward the edge of the dark swimming pool. They swung him forward and back.
Suzie and the other tenants watched as he went sailing out over the pool and dropped. Everyone anticipated a splash. But there was a sickening thud instead.
Roger and Harold stared at each other.
"Oooh my God, I forgot!" Harold said. "They were going to drain the pool tonight."
He and Roger stared down at the rumpled form that could dimly be seen on the concrete below. The other tenants gathered around, also.
Jerry didn't move.
"Do you think he's done for?" Roger asked.
"I don't know," Harold said. "But we'd better call an ambulance."
He rushed back to his apartment.
Roger took Suzie's arm and led her to his place "Glorianna," he called, "get forty dollars. We're gonna pay this sweet kid for those cookies the other guy ordered."
"You don't have to do that," Suzie said.
"Nonsense. We want to!"
Suzie took the money which Glorianna brought and thanked her and her husband. The child headed for Bob's apartment while the other tenants continued to stare at the motionless figure on the bottom of the dry swimming pool.
Suzie hoped Jerry wasn't dead, as bad as he was.
Ringing Bob's buzzer produced no answer, and the girl tried the door. It was unlocked.
From deep inside the apartment, Suzie heard the splashing of water and two persons laughing. The little girl crept silently down the hall to the bathroom, the door of which stood open.
Two pale figures could be seen, writhing on the other side of the frosted shower-door. Suzie walked to the door and opened it.
Her big sister gasped and backed against the tiled wall. Water glided down her glistening nude body.
Bob stared at the intruder, then grinned. Suzie looked at his cock and balls, hanging down.
"Get out of here!" Carol yelled above the shower's rushing sound.
"Aaw shit, let her stay," said Bob. "In fact, maybe she'd like to join us."
"What are you saying?" asked Carol, as if the suggestion were outrageous.
But Suzie thought it was nice. After all that had happened to her that evening, she needed a bath.
She quickly took off her clothes, then stepped into the large shower stall, with Carol and her boyfriend.
"Damn, she's cute!" said Bob, grinning. "Look at that-hardly any tits at all, and no hair on her pussy!"
"You dirty old man!" said Carol. "Suzie, get out of here!"
"It's okay, Sis," Suzie said, smiling up at Bob as the shower spray pelted the three of them. "I know what it's all about. And I've done it all, too."
"You're kidding!" said Carol. "When did all that happen?"
"Just the last few days, selling cookies in this apartment house--while Bob was fucking you and Mama."
"She does know what it's all about, doesn't she?" Bob said with a laugh.
"Ooh my God!" Carol exclaimed. But the fact was, she was relieved. Watching out for Suzie had been quite a responsibility, and it had been such a bother trying to shield the little girl from her amorous affairs. Now she didn't have to do that any longer. In fact, none of the female members of the Dalton family had any secrets from one another any more Bob, Carol and Suzie bathed one another. The girls took turns soaping Bob's cock and balls while he lathered their titties and rubbed his hands between their legs and through the cracks of their asses.
By the time the threesome stepped out of the shower, his cock was sticking up and quivering. As he and Carol dried each other on the same huge towel, Suzie dropped to her knees on the bathmat. She took Bob's thrusting cock into her mouth.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, and stopped drying Carol as they both looked down.
Carol was amazed by the eager way in which her baby sister pumped her mouth up and down on Bob's prick.
"Damn, you're one great cocksucking family," he told Carol. "You, your mother, and now little Suzie, too!"
"Well, she sure can't do it better than I can!" Carol said as she jealously dropped to her knees, also.
She tilted her head to the side and kissed Bob's dangling balls while Suzie kept stroking her tight, o-shaped lips on his rod. Carol's kisses ranged up the underside of his shaft until her face bumped her baby sister's, and she nudged Suzie off the towering prick. Carol capped her mouth over it and pumped up and down.
"Don't fight, girls!" Bob said, chuckling. "There's enough for both of you."
After Carol gave his cock several strokes with her warmly clasping lips, he pulled out with a wet, suctioning sound. His stiff pecker bounced up and down between the sisters' eager faces. They both began to lick along it, their pink tongues waggling briskly. Two sets of soft lips crawled onto Bob's throbbing cockhead, nibbling at opposite sides.
"Let's get on the damned bed!" Bob rasped. He had a burning urge to fuck Suzie.
The three ran into the bedroom and tumbled onto the mattress together. Bob immediately pushed Suzie onto her back and settled between her spread thighs.
"You beast!" Carol exclaimed--extremely jealous now--but her anger didn't deter Bob.
He paused only long enough to lean forward and lick Suzie's tiny tits, then he twisted his cock into her tight slit and drove forward, giving her all seven inches of his blissfully throbbing rod. He fucked up and down, in and out of her clasping cunt while Carol watched, getting angrier by the moment.
She had a way to get revenge, she bowed, against her mother, her sister, and the whole world! She would rush right home and fuck Daddy!
As she gazed at Bob's buttocks as they rapidly rose and fell between her baby sister's slim thighs, she idly toyed with her clit. Suzie was thrashing about, thrusting her lithe hips against the handsome young man who fucked her.
They quickly reached a climax while Carol glowered.
As her baby sister squealed, then lay still, Carol climbed off the bed. She walked nude into the living room, her shapely tits jiggling up and down.
Where did he throw my damn pants? she wondered.
She found the silky undergarment behind a chair and stepped into it. She had just pulled the panties up and was snapping the elastic around her belly when Bob and Suzie entered the room.
"Don't be mad, baby," Bob said genially and walked up behind Carol, reaching forward at her sides to cup her breasts.
"Mad?" she laughed harshly. "Ooh shit, I'm not mad! Screw anybody you like-my mother, my sister, the whole fucking world! Just don't expect me to come crawling over to see you any more."
"Okay, babe," he replied matter-of-factly. "Maybe we've had it, anyway. But it was fun while it lasted."
"Come on, Suzie," Carol said. "We're getting out of here!"
Her younger sister was ready to leave the apartment house by that time.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was with almost grim determination that Carol drove homeward. She didn't see any reason to wait for a single moment before going after her father. It was something she secretly had wanted to do anyway, since she was a small child, and now she felt she had a good excuse. Who could point the finger? Not her sluttish, two-timing mother or her wild baby sis!
Let them watch! Carol thought, smiling to herself. Wow, will I make Daddy's head spin!
She wheeled the car into the driveway and brought it to a quick stop.
Suzie lurched on the seat beside her. "You sure drive rough!" the twelve-year-old said.
"Tough nuts!" Carol snapped back, and slid out of the car. She headed straight for the house.
Eleanor was sewing in the living room when her daughters entered. "Well, girls, did you collect for all the cookies?"
"Ask the super saleswoman," Carol said, indicating her baby sister. "Suzie, why don't you tell Mother how you sold all those cookies, hm?"
"What does your sister, mean? dear?" Eleanor asked the younger girl.
"I don't know," Suzie seemed as innocent as ever. "I was just nice to people--I guess that's why they bought so much."
"Well, being nice always pays," her mother said smugly as she took a stitch.
"Does it ever!" Carol commented, and followed the sound of the TV into the den.
"Hello, Daddy," she purred, coming up beside his chair, "How are you, hon?" James asked warmly, and gave her a smile.
"I feel wild!" Carol told him. "Do you ever feel that way?"
Her father blinked. "Well, I suppose so, though I'm not sure just what you mean."
"Maybe horny is a better word," she said, and plopped onto his lap.
"Carol!" he exclaimed, shocked. He thought that perhaps his teenaged daughter had taken leave of her senses.
She snaked her arms around him as she squirmed on his lap. Her soft bottom was warm against his thighs. Her skirt had crept up her golden legs. By looking down into the neck of her blouse, James could tell that she wore no brassiere. Her tapering titties were standing bare in the loose outer garment.
"You, uh, had better get off me," James said, feeling flustered. He'd received the first indications that his cock was about to get hard.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" Carol asked. "Afraid that I might find out something about you? Well, I've known it for a long time."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"That you have hot pants for me."
"Whaaaaaaat?"
"Oh, don't look so shocked!" Carol smiled wisely. "I've seen you ogling my tits and my ass, when you figured I didn't notice."
James was flabbergasted. He hadn't realized that Carol even knew such words, let alone that she had noticed him looking at her in a lustful way.
"It's all right!" she said, leaning closer, so that her lips nearly touched his. "I'm flattered... really. You know, you're a very attractive man!"
Her pink tongue snaked out of her mouth, swiped along her Daddy's lips, then licked deeply between them. She fastened her parted lips to his.
James clutched her, pulling her close. Her breasts, which were firm without a bra, dug into his chest.
She reached blindly for one of his hands, grasped it, and placed it on her bare thigh. She pushed his hand up, under her skirt--all the way to the elasticized edge of her panties. He petted her nylon-clad hip.
His cock lifted hard against his daughter's bottom, immediately communicating his passion to her.
James was horrified by his own actions, but he couldn't seem to stop--even though he knew that the den door was open and his wife and younger daughter were in the next room!
"Ooooh, Daddy, I feel your prick!" Carol exclaimed.
"Yes. Ooh! Get off my lap... now... before it's too late!"
"That sounds like a fine idea," Carol said, smiling impishly.
She slid off her father in such a way that her skirt dragged as high as her lap, revealing her pink panties. She sank to the floor and turned onto her knees, facing him.
"Nooooh!" he said, appalled and thrilled at the same time.
But Carol was grasping at the front of his pants, her fingers teasing his stiff cock through the fabric. She found the tab of his zipper and jerked it down.
"What's going on in there?" Eleanor called from the other room. "What are you saying no about, James?"
"Stop it... oooh God, stop it!" he pleaded, feebly pawing at his pretty daughter's hand as she reached into his pants and pulled out his stiff penis.
"James!" Eleanor called again.
Still receiving no answer, she told Suzie, "Go into the den, dear, and see what's wrong with your father."
The child walked to the den doorway and gaped.
"Well?" Eleanor asked. "What's going on?"
"Carol is sucking Daddy's cock." the twelve- year-old girl reported.
"What did you SAY?" Eleanor leaped up, her sewing falling to the floor.
She rushed to the den doorway. Standing behind her younger daughter she also stared, not believing her eyes, as Carol knelt before James, pumping her mouth up and down on his prick while he sat in his chair, staring stupidly at the other members of his family.
"St-st-stop her, James!" Eleanor stammered.
"I can't!" he moaned helplessly. "Ooooh Lord, it's so gooooood!"
With that, Carol lifted her face from her father's cock and smiled proudly at her mother and baby sister. "Daddy likes it, so why shouldn't I do it? Especially when I like it, too. You know how good it can to be suck a big, juicy prick, Mother. Bob told me. And little Suzie there--ooooh my, does she ever go down!"
Carol dropped her head once again, seizing her father's dick in her mouth. She sucked thrillingly on it as she resumed pumping her head. James writhed. He shut his eyes.
Eleanor was on the verge of a swoon. She clutched the doorjamb to keep from falling. Suzie wiggled past her, into the den.
"Let me play with Daddy, too!" she told Carol.
"Okay," the older girl said, having achieved her revenge. Now she was interested only in fun. "Let's all take our clothes off!"
She bobbed to her feet and, standing beside Suzie, began unbuttoning her blouse. The younger girl unfastened her Guide uniform.
"Well, Mother, aren't you going to join us?" Carol called as she opened her blouse, baring her shapely young tits.
"I... I think I'm losing my mind!" Eleanor said helplessly.
"Come on in, dear, and do what Carol said," her husband urged. That seemed to James the only way of getting himself off the hook.
Eleanor numbly entered the room. As she watched Carol and Suzie strip down to their underpants before their father's lustful eyes, Eleanor did the only thing available to her: She began taking off her clothes as well.
Soon all three females wore only their panties, and they converged on James, unfastening and tugging at his shirt and his pants. His stiff prick waggled obscenely as it stuck up through the fly of his boxer shorts while they pulled his trousers off. Bending over him, Eleanor's full titties shook and Carol's tapering, firm tits quivered. Little Suzie didn't have anything to shake, but in a way her titties were the cutest of all--just little bumps with stiff, pink nipples jutting.
Mother and daughters pulled James's shorts away. Then they drew him down to the carpeted floor.
There was no holding back, from that moment on. All inhibitions had been swept aside.
James was pressed onto his back, and Eleanor leaned over him, shaking her luscious tits above his face. He grasped them and squeezed, bringing a nipple to his eager mouth. While he sucked the rich titty, his hands stroked down his wife's back and onto her panty-clad bottom. He clutched her asscheeks and rubbed them against each other, the nylon which encased them seeming to make the action more erotic than if she were totally nude.
Carol swung astride her father's recumbent form, facing his feet. With her bottom pointed toward his face, she bent to lick his stiffly upthrust cock. She couldn't get her mouth onto the bristling column, because Suzie was kneeling between his legs, licking his pecker from the opposite side.
James pulled his mouth from Eleanor's titty and stared at his daughter's luscious ass in sheer pink panties. He grasped the top elastic of her pants and pulled them down. Carol stuck her bottom closer to his face, and he stared at her lovely little cunt, lined with auburn fuzz. He pulled her buttcheeks apart and ogled her cute asshole.
Carol backed up even more, crowding her mother out. Writhing, the girl pulled her panties off her legs, then sat on her father's face. His mouth smacked against her moist pussy, and he had never been more thrilled in his life.
She had quit licking his cock, which gave Suzie the opportunity to spring astride his loins. She sat right down on his pecker, and the stiff shaft parted her tight cuntal slit to glide all the way up inside her. James knew he was fucking his dear younger daughter, because he was kissing Carol's cunt and he could see, from the corner of one eye, Eleanor kneeling beside him.
"Girls... girls!" their mother cried, and there was no way of telling whether this was a shocked protest or a bleat of frustration.
"Come here, Mama!" Suzie said as she bounced up and down on her daddy's cock.
Giddily Eleanor approached the young girl, standing next to her father's stretched out form. Suzie grasped the top of her mother's silk panties and pulled them down. She pressed her sweet little face into Eleanor's muff, her tongue snaking through the hairs to find the top of her cuntal slit.
Eleanor thrilled beyond words as her baby daughter licked her hot clit.
Carol wriggled her ass atop her father's face.
Suzie pumped up and down on his stiffly quivering prick as she tongued her mother's sizzling pussy. She clutched her mamma's ass to steady herself.
James undulated his body, driving up into Suzie's breathtakingly tight little pussy as he licked and sucked Carol's sweet cunt, gasping for the meager air that was available as Carol's thighs bracketed his face.
"Ooooh, darling... dear...!" Eleanor cooed, hardly believing what was happening to her as Suzie sawed her tongue against her clit. She wriggled her hips, squatting a bit and spreading her legs so that Suzie could have access to her entire cunt.
The little girl responded eagerly by licking along the lathered lips of her mother's pussy, tickling the mouth of her vaginal passage.
Carol was bumping backward, fucking her cunt against her father's fluttering tongue. Suzie kept grinding and pumping on his upthrust cock.
The room seemed to throb with the mounting power of the family's passion, while on TV a man was delivering the news.
"And now, let's take a look at the world of sports," he said. "In the American League today... "
She bumped her cunt against Suzie's face. At the same instant, James blubbered harshly into Carol's honeypot while his cock quivered in Suzie's clutching quim. He shot upward into his little daughter.
Carol wailed at the brink of an orgasm and came blindingly as her father clamped his lips on her clit.
Eleanor sank to the floor with the rest of the family, and Carol climbed off of her father. Suzie was the last to give up her sweet fucking position, and James watched adoringly as she lifted her hairless pink pussy off his cock. She snuggled next to him. "Oooh, baby, that was so very, very good!" he said, and kissed her on the mouth.
"It was good for me too, Daddy! I like to fuck you!"
"And wow, do you eat a mean cunt!" Carol told him, smiling as she sat at his opposite side. "My clit is still tingling."
Eleanor's brain grappled helplessly with the new situation. So much had happened so quickly, that she had difficulty adjusting to it.
Her husband looked fondly up at her. "It's all right, dear," he said. "We're really one happy family now--each giving to the other, each enjoying."
He drew Eleanor down, partially atop him, and they kissed while their children watched. He glided his hands down his wife's back and fondled her generous buttocks.
"So, how did you sell all those cookies?" Eleanor asked Suzie when she lifted her head. "I believe you can tell me now."
"She fucked her way through that whole apartment house--didn't you, Suzie?" Carol asked.
"Well, that's not a very nice way to say it," Suzie replied. "But... yeah. I guess it's about right."
"None of us should criticize," James told his family. "And none of us should feel guilty. We all love one another, and that's what counts."
"I just thought of something," said Eleanor.
"What's that, dear?" her husband asked.
"What are we going to do with all the bedrooms in this house, when the four of us will be sharing the same bed from now on?"
