Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Little Girl Hostage By Perry Jones Chapter Three The long drawn out call of a hunting owl woke her - and for a few terrified seconds Heather sat straight up in bed and waited with a pounding heart. At last the pretty little girl realized that nothing was going to happen and she fell back against her pillow and tried to go back to sleep. But, no matter how hard she tried, Heather couldn't still her jangled nerves and sleep, at last she gave up and slipped out of bed and silently crossed the room to the door. There was a faint nightlight burning in the hall and another in the living room beyond. Heather wanted to talk to her aunt but when she opened the door to Mary's room the bed was empty! The first creeping fingers of panic began to pluck and pull at her nerves and Heather turned and hurried a few steps down the hall to Mike Wilson's door. Heather saw a small fan of light coming out from under the man's door and noticed that it wasn't completely shut. Instead of knocking the pretty child silently pushed the door open and peered in. In an instant her fear was gone and Heather could feel the tiny, hot explosions of sensation deep in her tight little cunt. Aunt Mary was with Mike. Nothing had happened to her, nothing bad anyway. The woman lay naked on the rumpled bedding, her thighs were partly open and from where she stood, Heather saw a trickle of white cum oozing out of her aunt's dark, hairy pussy. The little girl shivered and pressed her slender thighs together when she moved her fascinated gaze away from the naked body of her aunt and to Mike Wilson. The tall man was naked too but all that Heather really noticed was his long, soft cock laying across one thigh. Heather remembered how thrilling it had been when she squeezed and pumped at that big thing. She remembered how hard and tight the skin of the glans became just moments before he shot and the thought of his hot, thick semen splattering and running on her arm sent a delightful jolt of pleasure up her spine. The pretty little girl's body jerked and the fat lips of her little pussy seemed to swell and pull apart when she remembered how he'd made her moan and squeal when he fingered her. The sensation was too good and too powerful to ignore and before she even knew what she was going to do, Heather had her nighty pulled up and her hand down inside of her panties until her fingers pinched the hairless folds of flesh together and make the slippery inner membranes rub back and forth over her swollen little clitoris. She was so engrossed that she didn't hear the soft crunch of sand and gravel in the front yard or the soft thump of a closing truck door. It wasn't until the front door creaked as it swung open that the excited child realized that someone had entered the house!! Not knowing what she was doing Heather jerked her hand away from her wet, burning sex and darted up the hall. A strong hand darted out of the semi-darkness and jerked Heather to a jolting stop. A tiny squeak of fear leaked out of the little girl's open mouth as she looked up into a big, handsome man's face! "Who the hell are you, honey?" The man wore rough jeans and a faded work shirt but his face and hands were clean and Heather even noticed his dark, curly hair as he bent to get a closer look at her in the faint light of the living room. "My ... my name is Heather, Heather Earl. My aunt and I are ... staying here with Mr. Wilson," Heather whispered, her large, frightened blue eyes never leaving the frowning man's face. "Please ... please let go of my arm, you're hurting me." The big man nodded absently and loosened his hold on Heather's arm but he still held her as he sorted out his thoughts. "It fits," the man said to himself. "Wilbur and those city boy's asking around and then finding you here." The big man gave Heather a faint smile as he knelt down until he head was at the same level as hers. "Is your aunt's name Mary?" The pretty little girl nodded but couldn't force herself to speak. "Yeah. Mike used to tell me about a woman named Mary, it figures if she got in trouble she would come to someone that she knows. Especially someone who lives way out here." "Please," Heather managed to whisper. "Who are you? Did you come here to find us?" The handsome man grinned and shook his head, his hand slipped away from Heather's wrist and around her waist, he gave her a comforting hug before he answered. "No. My name is Robert Richmond. Mike Wilson is my partner, we run a little prospecting and well drilling outfit out here in the desert." The sudden wave of relief that passed through Heather's pretty little body left her shaken and weak in the knees, if Robert Richmond hadn't been holding her around the waist she might have fallen. "Is Mike here?" The big man's question brought Heather back from the swirling thoughts that had dizzied her. The pretty little girl flushed and nodded her head. "He's in his room but ... you shouldn't go in there, not now." The big man gave Heather a puzzled look and got to his feet. "Really, you shouldn't look in there." Robert ignored Heather, he took her hand and walked down the hall towards Mike's half open door. The little girl could feel the excitement and the fear still pumping in her heart, she felt alive, every cell of her small body was tingling and awake when they stopped before the door and Robert looked inside of the room. "Ohhhhh," the handsome prospector said in a low voice. "I see why you didn't want me to come down here." A slow grin spread across Robert's face and he darted an amused glance at a blushing Heather. "Did you look in here too?" The small blond nodded solemnly and tried to pull her hand out of his. After a few moments, the man allowed Heather to pull him away from the door and they walked back into the living room. "I'll bet he made a deal with her. That would be just like my pal Mike," Robert Richmond said to himself. The man sat on the couch and pulled Heather down beside him. Even in the dim light that bathed the room in a faint glow the little girl could see the outline of the handsome man's big thing growing and pressing out against his worn jeans. As she stared at the lump in Robert's pants Heather found herself wondering what his penis looked like? She wondered if it would feel as hard and warm as Mike's. If she plaid with it, would he shoot his milky cum all over her the way that older man did? "Have your aunt and Mike been ... friendly like that since you got here," Robert asked suddenly and Heather was too surprised to think of a way to lie, the pretty child nodded. Then Robert must have noticed that she was staring at his crotch because the tone of his voice changed and the fingers around her wrist tightened a little. "Has Mike been ... messing around with you too? I don't want to pry, honey but ... has he touched you and ... ?" The man's questions faded away when the pretty child's blue met his and she shyly nodded. Before Robert could stop her Heather had pressed her hand against the swollen outline of his prick and her soft, little girl's voice whispered to him. "He showed me how to ... play with this," Heather said in a soft voice. "And then he ... plaid with my pussy." The air around them was charged with electricity. The man stared at the small fingers that were still pressing against his throbbing harden and shuddered. "Uhhh, did you like it when he plaid with you there, honey? Did it make you happy?" Robert whispered to her. Heather felt the excitement in the air around them and nodded tMaryfully. The man sighed and shook his head before he spoke. "It's crazy, there are a dozen tough guys searching the whole northern end of the desert for the two of you, Mike must have been out of his head to help you," then the man grinned down at Heather and slipped a warm arm around her shoulders. "I guess I'm crazy too because I suppose I'll have to help!" A wave of relief washed over her and Heather squeezed hard at the long, thick lump of the man's thing. Robert groaned and his pelvis jerked upwards in an involuntary movement. "You shouldn't do that, honey," the man sighed as he tried to brush the pretty child's hand away from his groin. "I've been out on the desert for two weeks and a man can get pretty ... hungry for that sort of thing that way. You'd better not touch me there or I'll get some ideas that you might not like." Heather knew what he was saying and giggled softly. Instead of pulling her hand away, the little girl impishly slipped her fingers lower and cupped the fat outline of his balls, just the way that Mike had taught her to do. "If you're going to help us I ... I guess I should think of a way to thank you," the blond adolescent whispered, at the same time she wiggled a little closer and pressed her warm body against his. "I didn't answer you when you asked me if I liked it when Uncle Mike plaid with me," Heather whispered breathlessly. The little girl wasn't certain what she was getting into, but the memory of the sweet pleasure that the one man's fingers had given her left her hope that this man could do the same for her. "I ... I liked it a lot ... a whole lot," Heather breathed and to make sure that Robert Richmond knew what she was saying the pretty child squeezed his big fat thing a little harder. Everything around them seemed to fade away. Heather sighed happily when the man's strong arm pulled her close against his side and his free hand slipped under her nightie and crept up until the tips of his fingers brushed against the tiny swellings on her chest. "Do you think that you and I could have a nice time?" The man's question rang in her ears and as young as she was Heather knew what he was really asking her, he was giving her a last chance to pull away before he went further. "I think that we could have a ... wonderful time," the child whispered happily, her hand pressed against his and forced it flat against her tingling little buds, her other hand gave the outline of his big prick a gentle pull and squeeze. He didn't answer her with words but the big man pulled Heather even closer and let his hand drift down over her tummy and press against the outline of her hairless little pussy. There wasn't anything that either of them had to say, all of the exploring, fencing words had been spoken and now the firm pressure of his hand and Heather's pleased little wiggle said it all. "Not in here, honey," the handsome man whispered when Heather tried to undo his fly with clumsy fingers. "Come with me." The little girl was picked up. She felt light and protected in Robert's strong arms as he scooped her up from the couch and headed down the hallway towards his own bedroom. "How old are you, baby?" Heather didn't answer him until the man had laid her out on his wide bed and was pulling her tight panties down over her wiggling thighs. "I'm ... twelve ... I'm twelve years old." Robert made a harsh, angry sound deep in his throat but he already had her panties off and the sight of her moist little pussy was apparently too much for him. The handsome man groaned and lowered his head until his firm lips pressed against the wet, slippery slit between Heather's trembling thighs. The little girl gasped and jerked her body upwards as the man's thick, muscular tongue dove deep into the grip of her opened vagina. "Ooooohhhh!!!" "Shhh, baby, keep it down," Robert whispered when he finally pulled his lips away from the fat little cunt that he had been sucking and licking. Heather was gasping for air and her small hands were balled into fists as she shuddered and shook in the grip of the hot demands of her newly aroused body. The tormented child watched as the handsome prospector stood up and began to rip his clothes from his body. At last all he wore was his shorts, the crimson head of his big tool was pressing out above the band of elastic when he hooked his thumbs under it and began to pull them down. Heather shivered and one of her hands reached out then she saw the awesome pole of flesh unveiled before her. First came the pulpy, red glans, then the taut, bloated column of his shaft then the tangled mass of his pubic hair that almost managed to hide the fat roundness of his heavy balls. Moving slowly, so that he wouldn't frighten her, the man knelt on the bed beside Heather. The little girl had never been so close to a male organ. Even when Mike Wilson had taught her to play with his she had been at arm's length. Now the excited child found the hard, hairy prong directly in front of her pretty, flushed face. Without having to be told Heather enclosed the fleshy shaft with both of her small hands. Above her, Robert groaned with pleasure as the girl's soft fingers began to move up and down his pulsating, throbbing cock. "That's nice, baby," the man whispered, his warm hand pressed in between Heather's soft thighs and instantly the eager little girl spread her legs and offered the delicate flesh of her vulva to him. The blunt tip of one finger spread the slick, lubricated folds of her puffy cunt and found the enlarged tip of her burning love-knot. Heather moaned and felt warm drops of her love juice squirt out of her when he touched her there. Once and then again the man flicked at the stiff nub of her baby clit and a long, shuddering gasp of pleasure burst out of the naked child's gaping mouth. "Uhhhhh, Uncle Robert! That feels good! Do it to me again!!!" Robert Richmond chuckled and made his fingertip squirm into the tight opening of her baby quim. "Oooooo, my," Heather squealed, her fingers tightened around his big dong and began to pump it up and down. Heather loved the feel of Robert's powerful cock between her palms. The throb of hot blood in the veins that laced the man's thick post thrilled the girl and the oily drops of lube that dripped down over her fingers made her palms tingle as they stretched and pulled the velvety skin up and down over the iron of his erection. Robert moaned and moved so close to her that the bloated head of his prick almost touched her lips. When the man's lube-slick finger forced its way into her tight little love sheath to the first knuckle it seemed the most natural thing for Heather to do to press her soft lips against the slick, slippery glans and give it a warm, loving kiss! "Ohhhhh! Yessssss, honey. Kiss it all over!!" The excitement and the desire in the handsome man's voice did something to Heather. A new, boiling sensation flared up deep inside of her gushing little pussy and the pretty, blond child squealed as she bore down on the finger that was pressing into her squirming body. At the same time the naked girl pulled the pulsating cock she was clutching up to her face and began to avidly kiss it, rubbing its smooth, taut flesh over her lips and burning cheeks. "Unnnnggghhhh," the little girl grunted. "It feels sooo big! It makes me feel all hot and funny down there!!" the man had forced almost all of his long, thick finger into her, looking down between her widespread thighs the shuddering little girl watched as his wet finger began to pump in and out of her, pulling the bright pink flesh of her inner folds in and out with it. Each time that he pressed his finger back into her it glided over the swollen tip of her love bud and Heather moaned and whimpered against the wet flesh of the prick that she was kissing. Robert changed position slightly and the girl found her lips working down over the fat, hairy barrel of his cock. His furry balls were brushing against Heather's chin. It only seemed natural that when she could Heather would press wet, lingering kisses on each of the fat, heavy balls that Robert offered to her. The man's long finger still pumped in and out of her and her child's body was flopping and jerking on the bed, her slender thighs pulled wide, her pink heels thudding against the mattress. "Lick it now," Robert demanded in her ear and as he did he made his finger do a wicked dance in Heather's overflowing cunt. The lovely little girl whimpered and nodded her head eagerly as the pointed tip of her pink little tongue began to bathe the warm, throbbing post that she was still rapidly masturbating. "Lick it all over ... aaahhhh, just like that and then, when you get to the head pop it in your mouth!" A tiny charge of fear and excitement exploded in her belly. Heather remembered her aunt as she moaned and snuffled over Mike's big cock. She would know soon, she would know how it felt and what a penis tasted like and the knowledge made her whimper and lick faster than ever. "Ummmmmm, now just slip your pretty lips over it and suck on the head, honey." Robert's purring voice was filling her head as Heather shyly did as she was told. The pretty child opened her mouth wide and allowed the satin smooth head glide over her tongue until it bumped against the roof of her mouth. The girl knew that Robert was watching her hungrily as she took her first long, clinging suck of his rod and she opened her wide blue eyes and stared into his as the yeasty taste of his organ filled her mouth. "Ohhhggghhh, my god!!!" Heather was proud of the effect that her novice suckling was having on the handsome man and she tried to suck even harder, drawing more of his hot cock into her virgin mouth. The finger inside her was flashing and popping, Heather could hear her love juice making sloppy, sucking sounds around the finger while her smooth, pouting lips pursed tight around the cock and made the same noises. She was going to cum! The sounds and the tastes joined with the thrilling feel of the finger and the lovely little girl felt her whole body begin to glow as she ran the tip of her tongue back and forth over the drooling cock head that filled her mouth. Robert gasped and shuddered, she could hear him saying something to her but didn't bother to listen, the first blazing wave of her orgasm was racing up her spine and her back was already arcing while her little thighs clamped tight around his forearm. "Ooooo!!! Uncle Robert!!!" The little blond vibrated, her baby hips jerked frantically and she squealed happily as her orgasm spurn her away and the thick prick at her lips jerked and began to fill her open mouth with its hot cream!!! "Uuuuhhhh ut tusts guud," Heather mumbled as her throat fought to drink down all of the man's cum, some of spilled out of her gasping mouth and trickled over her chin. When she clamped her lips tight around the spouting cock some of the goo squirted out of the corners of her mouth and across her cheeks. "Aaaaiiieeeee," the naked child squealed in joy. "More, shoot it all over me!!!" Then the cock was jammed back in her mouth and she sucked and sucked like a contented baby.