NORA'S EYES

Chapter 6

Author�s note:

The following is a novella in eight chapters, a little over forty-one thousand words, approximately one hundred pages long. I wanted to create a story that was more than an assortment of single romps, the individual tales of sexual encounters between an adult and a child. I wanted to tell the complete story detailing the relationship between a grown man and a little girl; their acquaintance, the internal struggle of such a union, the growth of their companionship, and a resolution to the problems surrounding it.

I hope you will find it a flowing, moving story, evoking a few smiles, anger, happiness, and perhaps even a tear or two. Ben

Special thanks to Bob, an avid follower of this site from Great Britain, who gave huge amounts of time and effort into proofreading this work.

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2017 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.

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The following morning we rose early. I made sure to tell Nora to be extra meticulous in her morning shower. She knew what I meant.

Breakfast was light. I didn�t want to weigh her down with a lot of food, especially if she got nervous over it.

I was familiar with the complex where the doctor had his office. It was one of the few places in the city with ample parking in a gated facility, so we took the sports car.

The placard in the lobby directed us to the proper floor and we found the office at the end of a long hallway, studded along the way with numerous other offices. The sign outside the door said hours were normally ten to four, but our appointment was for eight thirty. Maybe he wanted to be finished with her before the normal rush of patients began.

We entered and went directly to a windowed partition. A lady greeted us by name and handed us a clipboard to fill out. It was a simple form requesting information about any childhood diseases Nora may have had. I asked her concerning each entry. Most of the answers were a shake of the head with the exception of chicken pox.

After returning the clipboard to the woman behind the glass she instructed us to continue through the doorway directly opposite the one we entered. The lock buzzed and I opened the door.

Inside was a large room painted in a calming shade of green and decorated with numerous paintings, not copies or lithographs, but actual watercolors, acrylics, and oils. There was a row of comfortable looking seats placed against two of the walls. A long coffee table held copies of National Geographic, Nature, and the obligatory People, as well as some medical pamphlets. The woodwork was almost definitely antique oak. Corner end tables supported Tiffany style lamps which gave a warm, restful glow. This doctor must have been doing very well. Nothing was spared to put the waiting clientele at ease. It was well done and well thought out.

A pleasant looking young woman came around a wall divider and greeted us cordially.

�Mr. Braydon? Nora? My name is Marcie.� She shook hands with both of us. �I�ll be assisting Dr. Ames with Nora�s exam.�

Before I had time to comment a rather large man entered the room by the same portal. Large is not to indicate fat, though he did carry a few extra pounds. He was probably about six feet two inches tall (four inches taller than me). He wore a pale tan suit jacket with matching pants. The shirt he wore was a light yellow, not exactly a good choice, I thought, but everyone has his own style.

The good doctor was in his mid-fifties, I would guess. His hair was close cropped to his head making it difficult to tell if his hair was graying, or very light brown. He came directly to Nora, first.

Bending over to her level he extended his hand and said, �You must be Nora.� As they shook he continued, �Very pleased to meet you.�

He stood once more and acknowledged me. �And, Mr. Braydon.� We shook hands. �I�m a fan of your work, though I don�t get as much chance to read as many novels as I would like.�

�No, I�m sure not,� [Mental note: send autographed copies to the Doctor and staff].

He knelt down in front of Nora and made eye contact. His voice was pleasant and his smile reassuring. �I want to talk to this young lady for a moment before we proceed,� he told me, though he was looking at her. �Do you know what a gynecologist is, Nora?� he asked.�

She shook her head.

�Nora doesn�t talk a lot,� I explained.

The doctor glanced up at me. �Yes, Mrs. Grainger informed me of that. I�m sure that will change in time,� he replied.

�We�ve already made some breakthroughs,� I said.

He went back to his discussion with Nora. �Well, a gynecologist is a very special type of doctor. There are a lot of special doctors. There are ENTs, which stands for ear, nose, and throat. Do you know what they specialize on?�

A faint murmur came from her lips, �Ears, noses, and throats?� she asked.

�No,� he replied, �butts,� he said and tapped his rear.

Her astounded expression made him laugh. �No. I�m just kidding. Of course, you were right.�

She giggled aloud.

I was becoming very impressed with this man. Not only was he putting her at ease, he had elicited vocalization from her, as well as laughter.

He continued. �Then there are podiatrists. They study people�s feet. Pediatricians, who keep babies healthy. And, endocrinologists, who work on people�s insides.� He stopped for a moment. �I couldn�t become one of them because I can�t even spell that!� he exclaimed.

Once more, Nora giggled.

�So, I became a gynecologist. That is a doctor who specializes in girl parts,� he explained. �You are how old, seventeen?�

�No,� she said, flabbergasted. �Nine.�

I couldn�t get over how easily he prompted words from her.

�Nine. Okay. Well, still, you know the difference between boys and girls, right?�

I could answer that question, but I suspected I had better hold my tongue.

Nora nodded.

�Good. So that�s what I�m going to do is take a look at your girl parts and make sure everything is okay. I�ll tell you what I am going to do before I do it, so don�t worry. Nothing painful. Maybe a little discomfort, but you can handle that. You�re tough. Right?�

She glanced up at me, but didn�t wait for any response. Her nod to the doctor was a bit tentative, though.

�Alright. I�ll just have you go with Nurse Marcie. She�s going to help you get changed into a snazzy paper gown, and I�ll meet you inside,� he said.

I told her, when she looked in my direction, �I�ll be waiting right here for you when you�re done.�

She quickly turned back and grabbed my arm. �Scott!� she yowled.

�Would you be more comfortable if Mr. Braydon was in the exam room with you?� the doctor asked.

She nodded, forcefully.

I felt a little weird. �I�m not sure that would be appropriate.�

The doctor waved off my comment. �We�ll set you with your back to the proceedings, near her head so you can hold her hand.� He turned to Nora, �Sound good?�

She nodded.

The doctor continued, �Of course, you�ll have to wear a paper gown, too.� That got a final giggle as she went with Nurse Marcie into the change room.

When they were gone Doctor Ames turned to me and said, �I can see she�s been severely traumatized. I think you are a good influence on her, however.�

I let the compliment go with a simple nod of my own and took the opportunity to bring up the folder I brought with me.

Sliding out selected photos from that first night I said, �When Nora came with me the night I found her, the dress she was wearing was quite short. I noticed these marks on her thighs.� I handed him the picture. �Later, before she took a bath she showed me the marks on her back.� I handed them to him to appraise. �She told me she had been whipped by her mother�s dealer. She also said there were similar marks on her buttocks where he lashed her.�

Doctor Ames shook his head slowly. �No wonder she is withdrawn. May I keep these for my files?�

�Certainly,� I replied.

I followed him into the examination room. It was a larger room than the waiting area. The wall was covered in framed diplomas and photographs of the doctor shaking hands with the likes of Mayors, a Governor, and Congressmen. A desk and book case lined one wall, counter and cabinets against the other. The wall opposite the entry portal held a double window that looked out on the East River.

In the center of the room was a padded table covered with a cloth sheet that rolled from the head of the table to the foot. I couldn�t help think of how that compared to the paper one on my own doctor�s exam table that crinkled when you got up on it, twisted underneath you, and ripped to shreds before the exam was over.

He pulled a stool to the head of the device and motioned for me to sit there. The way the back rested there was no doubt I was to sit facing away from any action I should not be witnessing.

Nora entered from a different portal just as the doctor was donning his gloves.

He sat back on his stool assessing his new patient. �See what I told you? Snnnnazzy!� he drew out the word and she grinned. �I�m going to have you climb up here,� he patted the table, �and lie on your tummy. I want to take a look at your back first.�

She complied with the request, making sure to grasp my hand for moral support.

He undid the two ties and spread the gown open. Up near the shoulder area it was possible for me to see what he was doing. He ran his fingers lightly over the scars. �These will disappear in time,� he said. �They have already gotten fainter than the photos. Does that hurt?� he asked, pressing on the faded pink line of flesh.

She shook her head, no.

He moved down beyond my line of sight. �I�m going to be touching your butt so don�t be alarmed.�

In a few minutes he went to one of the cupboards and retrieved a camera.

�Is that necessary?� I asked. �You have the ones I gave you.�

�Mr. Braydon, any, and all, evidence that we can amass will help put this predator away for a long time. These are very confidential. The only people who will be allowed to see them will be the Judge, and if it goes to a jury trial, the jurors.�

�I understand.�

�Besides, those you gave me don�t include the marks on her buttocks. They alone would evoke the most hostility in the eyes of the jurors.�

Once more, I nodded my reply, but I sighed. I hoped there might be a way to save Nora the humiliation of having her private areas exposed to twelve strangers. And to be truthful, I didn�t want others being able to view them. They were mine, or hopefully would be.

�There is one more thing I want to check before I have you turn over, Nora. I�m going to spread your butt cheeks a little so I can take a look at your� uh� your� well, back door.�

It was the first time I heard this man unsure of what he was trying to tell her.

Nora�s eyes grew wide and I am sure he had spread her ass cheeks and was prodding her� her� uh� well, back door. He picked up the camera and snapped a couple of pics. I was curious as to what he had found. All the while he was dictating to Marcie in a voice too low for me to distinguish the words.

�All right, hon,� he said, satisfied with his inspection. He pulled the gown together and retied the strings. �Let�s have you switch to your back.�

Nora rotated her body and I took her other hand.

�Scoot down toward the end a bit,� he instructed as he snapped a metal contraption into place on each side of the bed.

She slid down. I had to believe her legs must be dangling off the edge.

I moved down as well.

�These things here that look like something out of a bad sci-fi movie are stirrups. We�re going to adjust them a little,� he said as he worked a few thumb screws, �then I am going to slip one of your feet into each one. That will allow me to get a better look at your girl parts.�

Her eyes grew wide again and I judged from the expression on her face as well as the increase in her breath rate that she was now spread open in all her glory. [Mental note: price one of these tables].

The doctor made a, �Hmm,� sound and took some more pictures.

After a moment he told her, �What I am going to do now is insert this little metal device inside your little girl place so I can get a better look inside you. It�s called a speculum. Sounds like something you flip pancakes with. Oh, no. That�s a spatula.�

Nora smiled, but I could tell whatever he showed her made her uneasy.

�It will be cold, from what all the ladies tell me,� he informed. while Nurse Marcie was nodding pointedly with a smile within Nora�s view, still holding a steno pad. �You will feel some pressure, maybe a little discomfort, but it won�t hurt.�

Nora gripped my hand with such intensity I wondered if I would ever get the circulation back. The doctor snapped a few more pictures.

The number of photographs troubled me, but I understood their value if things came to trial, and I was certain they would play a big part in the custody hearing.

He told her, �I am just going to scrape the wall of your insides. We will use this to determine any possibility of STDs.�

I am sure the last pat was directed at me to explain why the procedure was being done. It made my blood run cold. Never had it occurred to me she might have a sexually transmitted disease. She was a child for Christ�s sake. But, she was a child who had been molested by a drug dealer, a scum of the earth pervert who could have contracted something from any of his female junkies, whom I am sure he exploited in that way. If that was the case it would be likely I would now have it. Treatment was, of course, available, but if Nora was being treated for a particular STD and I ended up being treated for the same thing suspicions would be raised.

Once swabs had been labeled and placed in capped tubes Doctor Ames told her, �We�re almost done, Sweetie, just a couple more things I need to do.� She sighed in relief when he removed the speculum, but tensed when he said, �I am going to insert a couple of fingers inside you and push down a little on your abdomen...your lower tummy area. That is so I can feel your internal organs and make sure they are okay.�

Nora inhaled deeply when he thrust his fingers into her vagina. Her grip was impressive for one so young. [Do they make prosthetic fingers?]

The death grip relaxed and I was sure he had finished what he was doing.

�The last part of this is probably going to be the most uncomfortable,� he explained. �I need to stick a finger up your butt to finish the exam.�

He changed gloves and put a little bit of lube on the index finger.

I knew what it felt like to have my doctor check my prostate (he has fingers as thick as logs and seems to go all the way to his elbow). Even though I am sure it is different for females, I still felt sorry for her.

Her body stiffened as he forced his finger inside. She made a small moan.

�I know, hon,� he commiserated. �It will all be over soon.�

And, true to his word, a moment later I heard him remove his gloves.

I could feel her legs being removed from the stirrups and Marcie raised the portion of the table where Nora�s head lay. She was sitting up now, legs dangled from the end of the table. The gown had risen up on her legs.

God help me, the first thought that ran through my mind was, �How can I get a copy of those photographs?�

Doctor Ames went to a drawer and extracted a couple of something and placed them on a tray.

�I want to take some blood for further STD tests,� he told me. Next he turned to Nora. �Will you be a big girl and let us take some blood? There will be a little pick with a needle. It won�t hurt much, I promise.�

She nodded hesitantly.

Nurse Marcie readied her arm with alcohol, wrapped a rubber band around it, and prodded for a good vein. Once she found a spot that met with her approval she slid the needle into Nora�s arm and released the band. At that point I am not certain which one of us was grasping the other�s hand tighter.

But Marcie was very adept at her trade. She quickly switched out the vials, and before we knew it, it was done. A �Frozen� Band-Aid with the two Princesses was place over the puncture mark.

�Phew!� the Doc said. �All done!� He smiled at her. �I want to commend you, young lady. You were a very, very good patient. For that you deserve a treat.� He beckoned her to follow him.

Nora slid from the table. He preceded her. Marcie was already at the counter pulling out a drawer. As she trailed him her gown opened up in back giving me a wonderful view of her petite derriere. No one was giving heed to me, so I gazed intently. I never tired of that vision. [Note: acquire some paper gowns. I had never played �doctor� as a child. The idea was euphoric.]

Ames looked back at me at that particular moment, catching me in my voyeuristic splendor. He smiled, and I wondered if he suspected. He turned back to the drawer and said, �Let�s see what we have? It looks like there are three, four, five, six different flavors,� he said, withdrawing six Tootsie Pops from the stash. �You better have one of each,� he told her, handing her the loot.

She murmured a polite, but quiet, �Thank you,� and accepted the gift.

�You�re quite welcome. Now, go with Nurse Marcie and she�ll help you get dressed.�

The two girls left and he led me back to the waiting room. I was expecting an accusation, but instead he said, �That is a beautiful, sensitive little girl. I hope you are successful in your quest to adopt her. I know that, no matter what else, you�ll treat her gently, with tenderness and compassion, and give her everything she wants and deserves.�

I nodded my thanks, but could not help but contemplate to what �no matter what else� referred.

�I want to thank you for the time and care you took explaining everything to Nora, and me, indirectly. You were very clear and put her fears to rest by knowing what to expect,� I told him.

�Well, that�s what I would want of my daughter if I had one. I�ve learned through many years of practice what to look for in cases of abuse. I�ve also learned abuse is a highly misinterpreted term. The important part is in the psychological reaction to it. Her mute withdrawal is a direct response to the terrible mistreatment she received at the hands of her mother�s pusher. It is easy to see she trusts you, relies on you for protection.�

He stopped for a second; I believe to let his word sink in.

�As she matures she will need regular checkups and gynecological exams. Consider this a place to bring her, and keep in mind the parent/child relationship is kept confidential here,� he told me.

Once more a foreboding rose in the back of my mind, though it seemed as if he was trying to put that to rest.

The only response I could muster was, �I will. Thank you.�

Nora appeared in a flash, comfortably, safely dressed, probably in a hurry to leave. Once more, we said our goodbyes and left.

In the elevator I asked, �You okay?�

She sighed, thought for a second, and nodded.

Once we were in the car I noticed her eying her suckers. �So what all do you have there? Let�s see.�

She held up for my inspection.

�Hmm. There�s cherry, orange, blueberry, chocolate, lemon, and grape. That�s quite a haul. Which one are you going to eat first?� I asked.

Her choice, of course, was orange. She offered me the lemon.

�Are you sure?�

She nodded and screwed up her nose. �Don�t like,� she informed me.

I laughed and accepted the gift.

As I unwrapped it I asked, �How many licks does it take?�

She looked at me quizzically. She certainly wouldn�t know to what I was referring, so I explained. �There used to be commercials for Tootsie Pops. Have you ever had one?�

Nora shook her head.

�Well, inside the sucker is a Tootsie Roll center. That�s why they are called Tootsie Pops. The idea behind the commercial is that the center is so delicious nobody can wait to lick off all the candy. By the time they get close to the center they just can�t wait any longer and bite into it. So the answer is nobody knows how many licks it takes.�

Nora smiled.

I knew right then this would be a challenge for her. We rode in silence, enjoying our suckers, she silently counting. I drove to a little gourmet food shop I go to for our meal that evening. There were special plans I had made concerning it.

This was a place where people with money go to spend exorbitant amounts on food just because it costs more, and I am one of their most frequent customers. Although it is probably ridiculous to spend nine dollars on a box of spaghetti I could get elsewhere for ninety cents, I have found a distinct difference in some of the other foods I purchase there. The garlic, chives, basil, oregano, and thyme I get are fresh and organically grown. Their taste is richer and more full-bodied. Am I a food snob? Undeniably.

With our shopping spree completed, bags in hand we headed back to the car. Before I started the engine I heard a definite crunch coming from Nora�s side. I gazed toward her. She had a smirk on her face and was most assuredly biting into the center of her Pop. I returned a laugh and made a point of crunching into mine.

That evening, when Ida Grainger arrived she was carrying a business envelope, one of those with the metal clasp folded over to seal it. We decided to eat first and then discuss the findings.

Nora and I brought out bowls of spaghetti and sauce and set them on hot mats. �Smells delicious!� Ida remarked.

I spooned heaps of spaghetti into each of the shallow spaghetti bowls sitting in front of each diner. Everyone helped him or herself to the sauce. There was French bread covered in homemade garlic butter, and sparkling grape juice.

After the first mouthful Ida exclaimed, �This has to be the best spaghetti I have ever eaten! You are an amazing chef, Mr. Braydon.�

�Well, I didn�t cook this,� I told her. �Nora did the whole thing by herself.� What I didn�t tell her was with my instructions.

Ida�s expression was one of amazement. She turned to Nora, who by now wore a huge grin. �This is truly wonderful. I am impressed,� she continued her praise, much to the little girl�s delight.

After a while I cut in, �Uh, I made the bread. Well, I didn�t actually make it, but I prepared it.�

Ida laughed. �And a fine job of preparation it is.�

The meal was definitely a hit, and afterward we enjoyed a piece of blueberry pie. When everyone was full to bursting Nora cleared the dishes and Ida and I talked about the folder. She extracted a few papers. [I was hoping maybe there would be photos in there, but there didn�t appear to be].

�I can�t divulge any of the testimony Doctor Ames will be making tomorrow, but I can give you the results of the STD tests. She was tested for syphilis, gonorrhea, chlamydia, and a couple of others, plus one for HIV. Everything came back negative.

I released a huge breath of relief I didn�t realize I had been holding. �Thank goodness!� I said. This was as much for me as for her. I hoped that wasn�t obvious.

We talked about what would happen in the morning. She seemed quite convinced all would go as planned.

As she was getting ready to leave I told her, �I have to apologize.�

�For what?� she asked, confused.

�Before I met you I thought Child Protective Services was a joke. I thought they simply popped a kid back into the broken home life they came from without much concern as to the abuse or treatment that child would be subjected to. I know now that is not true. If you are representative of others in your field I did a great disservice to your department.�

�Thank you for that. I try hard to ensure the best for the children. Unfortunately, there are some who are not as diligent, which is why we have a bad reputation. The main things I take into consideration are whether the child feels safe and warm. Whatever else may be going on there is somewhat irrelevant.�

I nodded, but inside my blood had once again iced over. The fact that she used Nora�s own words made me wonder. Does she suspect, as well?

�Thank you.� I don�t know which I was thanking her for, having Nora�s best interests in mind, or keeping quiet about things. Maybe it was all my imagination.

Anyway, my musings were interrupted when Ida said, �I finished your book. It was great!� she smiled.

�Wow! I�m impressed. That was a six hundred page book.�

�And it was very plain the character you told me to pay attention to was written with you in mind. I assume that means you will be in the movie version?�

�My contract includes final say as to casting.� I answered with a devious smile. By the way, do you remember Mrs. Sawyer?�

�The woman who witnessed the murder and was going to testify, but ended up being gunned down on the street?� she answered.

�It�s not a very big part, but I could make it so you could play it.�

Ida laughed, �I�m no actress.�

�That is why they have directors. I�m sure you would do a good job. You seem like the type of person who has loads of vacation time coming to her. You could take it, I�d fly you out, put you up in the best hotel, and see to it you have a good time when you�re not on set. That part would take a couple of days at most.�

�Oh, I don�t know. I�d be scared to death,� she hedged.

�Come on. A free vacation on the west coast, something new to experience? You�ll meet all the cast members. Plus you�ll get paid. Union scale.� I was rattling off things right and left. The prospect excited me. I hoped it excited her. �You�ll have to join the Screen Actors Guild because there are lines, but I�ll take care of that. Bring Mr. Grainger along.�

�Mr. Grainger passed four years ago,� she informed me.

�I�m so sorry.�

�I�ve got accustomed to it.�

�Bring along a friend or relative of your choice. I�ll put them in a street scene.�

�You make it difficult to turn down. The offer is very generous. I would be afraid of it looking like a conflict of interest, however,� she said in a tone of voice that led me to believe she really wanted this.

�Ida, you have done your job in earnest for years. It�s time to have some fun. If anything happens in regard to our association I guarantee you a job as my assistant.�

The tenseness that had developed at the offer dissolved in an instant.

�I think that would be the most fun I have ever had in my life. I would love to. Thank you.�

I could see she was happy. That made me happy.

We said our goodnights with the reminder from her the early morning hearing. Nora embraced Ida, another thing that made this lady happy.

Later, when all was cleaned up and put away, and I had got ready for bed, I waited for her appearance. My heart leapt when she exited the bedroom and padded, naked across the carpet. I never tired of looking at her.

She climbed into my lap and nestled against me. I knew someday these small sessions would cease with maturity and familiarity, so I cherished each moment we had alone like this.

We sat this way for about an hour and I said, �Are you sore from the exam?�

She shook her head.

�Do you remember I promised after the doctor�s appointment I would make up for you not being able to enjoy our times in bed?�

She nodded.

I scooped her up in my arms and dashed toward the bedroom.

�You better be ready, �cause I�m not going to stop until you plead with me.�

A big grin split her face.

I tossed her on the giant bed and straddled her with my legs. Then I bent forward and kissed her lips. They parted easily as I dug my tongue between them. Nora reciprocated right away. Our tongues did an erotic dance around each other. It surprised me she showed no aversion to kissing this way.

Shortly, I left her lips, touching her chin with my lips. They traced the curvature of her jaw line to her ear. She squirmed as I nibbled the soft, tender lobe. The progression of my lip attack moved to her neck. The moans she made told me I was hitting the right spots. Her shoulder was next. Goosebumps materialized on her skin, another good sign.

I worked my way down her chest, feeling lucky I found her nipple, since it was so small and nearly the same color as the rest of her. The tiny teat was hard. I bit it lightly. Another groan.

Anxious to get to the main target I kissed my way down her stomach, rimming her navel, and finally alit on that precious, beautifully hairless mound; the mound of Venus; Venus, the Roman goddess of love and beauty, but she was also the goddess of victory, fertility, and even prostitution.

I skirted my lips across the top of her mound making her wriggle in pent up pleasure.

She drew in a deep breath when I grazed her cleft. But I wasn�t ready to direct my attentions there yet. Instead, I lifted her legs and spread her ass cheeks with my face. My tongue explored the tiny pink rosette of her asshole. It left the area wet and moved to her vagina.

I wasn�t done with her anus, though. One finger slid into her. She tensed at first, then moved against it, forcing it in even farther. While I finger fucked her ass I tongue fucked her pussy. Her wetness provided me with her satisfaction of the deeds. She tasted sweet and fresh; young.

My tongue moved up to find the seat of her pleasure. As it did I slipped another finger into her vagina. Now, as I licked her pussy I fucked her in a miniature dual penetration. Her moans became vocal �ohs' as her tiny body wriggled with pent up sexual ecstasy.

The release came suddenly. She thrashed and groaned. I was able to keep up my ministrations without losing ground. As her movements lessened I removed my fingers.

I stretched out beside her on my back.

�Climb up and sit on my face,� I told her.

She responded quickly. She was certainly aware of what was to transpire. Her knees straddled my face, legs curved over my shoulders. It was the perfect position for me to assault her feminine parts. I gently kissed her wet pussy. My tongue parted the swollen lips and once again connected with her clitoris. As I developed a rhythm, she responded with a rhythm of her own, pressing herself onto my face and rolling forward and back.

She was so small and light the weight was barely noticeable. Her wetness spread all over my mouth, cheeks, and chin. More sounds emanated from that precious throat.

I could sense the tensing of her leg muscles and expected another orgasm shortly. She didn�t disappoint me, nor I, her, I guess.

She rocked harder. Her body arced forward, smothering me even more. What delicious torture! I felt the soft flesh of her stomach against my face and worked with even more gusto.

A cry left her lips as she spasmed and jerked under the throes of her climax. When I thought she was finished she nearly leapt from my face, skittering down the length of my body and finding my erection, which had not flagged a bit during the endeavor.

She thrust herself upon it with complete abandon. Oh, the feeling cannot be described. As a writer I have thrown up my hands and admitted defeat to explain how wonderful her still contracting cunt was enveloping my cock. It took no time at all for me to match her movements. She worked to bring me off, but I could tell she was still experiencing her orgasm. I marveled at it without consciously giving it thought.

Just how insatiable was this child? I hoped to have the opportunity to delve into that question for years to come, but at the moment there was something else coming� me. It built so quickly I had no chance to control it, not that I ever had control of it. When it happened it happened and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

This ejaculation was anything but a letdown, however. I surged into her so swiftly and with such force I could feel the excess squeeze out of its confinement, puddling on my balls. I made some groans of my own and lunged into her even deeper with my second wave.

She collapsed upon me, drained of energy, soaked with sweat. I lay there unable to move, unable to speak.

In a moment I dragged her toward my head, hands under her arms, leaving a trail of cum across my stomach. She was spent. Her breathing rapid and her heart beating like a drummer on acid. I lifted her face to mine and kissed her all over.

When her eyes flitted open I asked, �You okay?�

She smiled a huge smile and returned the kisses I had given her.

THE END - Chapter 6