BH-7159  Young Girls Who Seduce Older Men
[aka 'Older Men And Pre-Teen Girls' or 'Old Men And...']
(Richard E. Geis)


Introduction 

"She just kept on watching my peter and playing with it. She was really 
getting me excited. It felt good. I didn't want her to stop, but I was 
scared somebody would come down the hall and catch us. 

"Then Ruthie asked me if I jerked off like she heard boys do a lot. 

"I said, 'Once in a while.' I was ashamed to admit I did it practically 
every night, sometimes during the day, too. 

"She asked, 'Do you squirt stuff?' 

"I nodded, and she said real quick, 'Do it now. I want to see it.' 

"Something made me say she could make it squirt if she jerked me off, and 
she said, 'How do I do it?' 

"I said, 'Just jerk the skin up and down like you've been doing, only 
faster.' 

"She started doing it real fast. I had to make her slow down. I showed her 
how to hold my peter and told her not to squeeze too hard. She was eager to 
do it right so she could make me squirt. 

"After a minute of showing her how and telling her, then she got the right 
hold on it and the right speed and God, I started to get super-stiff and 
tingly right away. Getting jerked off by somebody else, especially a girl, 
is the best way to get jerked off there is. 

"Ruthie jerked my peter just right and after a half minute she asked how 
long it took, and I said, 'I'm almost there now.' And I was. I made her stop 
and dig my hanky out of my pants pocket. I spread it on my shirtfront Then 
she started again and said, 'Tell me when it's going to come out.' 

"She pumped me faster and watched and watched and I got that tight powerful 
good sensation that got stronger and stronger until I was all stiff and 
holding my breath and my peter was like a rock in her jerking hand. It was a 
terrific feeling. Stronger than I ever got from doing it myself. 

"I told her, 'Here it comes,' and the stuff shot out like a bullet and hit 
the wall above the end of the bed over my head. Then another load of it 
almost hit me in the face. It landed on the pillow. 

"Ruthie stopped jerking me and I was cheated of a lot of sensation. But she 
was surprised. Her eyes were real big. She said, 'Gee ... wow ... it really 
shoots, doesn't it?' She watched the stuff pump out and run down onto her 
fingers. 'Is there more?' She giggled. 'It missed your hanky. How come?' 

"I said, 'I don't know. I never shot that far before.' 

"She said, 'I bet it's because I was jerking it off.' She took her hand from 
my peter and looked real close at the stuff on her fingers. She smelled it 
and wrinkled her nose. She watched me wipe the pillow and wall. I handed the 
hanky to her and she wiped her hand. 

"Ruthie asked, 'Can you do that again?' 

"I said, 'Yes, but it takes a long time and I don't squirt much the second 
time.' 

"She said, 'I wish I could squirt.' 

"I said, 'You can't squirt, but you can get the same strong, good feeling. 
You can come. Haven't you tried to masturbate?' I stuffed my softened peter 
back into my underpants and zipped up. I was safe. 

"Ruthie said, 'Sure. I diddle myself a lot. Dorothy showed me how a year 
ago. She tells me all about sex and things. She's fourteen.' She finished 
wiping her hand and smelled her fingers again. She said, 'If that stuff gets 
inside a girl's crack far enough she can get pregnant, can't she?' 

"I said yes. She said, 'I want to jerk you off again pretty soon. I like to 
see you shoot. It feels good to jerk your peter like that. I like it. Do you 
want me to do it again?' 

"I nodded. I sure as hell did. I didn't care if she was my sister or not. 

"She smiled and said, 'Okay, and I'll let you put your finger in me and 
diddle me if you want to.' She hopped off the bed. She said, 'That was fun.' 
And she went out and I heard the hall floor creak and heard her go into the 
bathroom and wash her hands. After that, she went into her own room. 

"It took me a while to get interested in reading my social studies book 
again. 

"The next time something like that happened was three days later, on a 
Saturday. Dad went off all day to fish and mom went downtown to shop. I was 
supposed to go over to the park to play some baseball with the guys, and 
Ruthie was supposed to go over to a girl friend's house for a sewing lesson, 
later. 

"So there we were all alone in the house. 

"I was in the kitchen raiding the refrigerator when she came in and real 
quick groped for my peter. I didn't stop her. I'd been thinking this would 
be a perfect time to do something, if she started it. 

"I took an apple from the crisper while she squeezed my peter through my 
pants. She said, 'It's getting hard already. Want me to jerk you off? You 
want to diddle me?' 

"I said sure, okay. She took an apple too and we went into my room. She took 
a bite of her apple and said, 'You take down your pants and I'll take down 
mine.' 

"So we did. We lay on my bed side by side and she started jerking my peter 
slow and easy while I started fingering her. 

"It was the third time I'd ever gotten to do it with a girl, so I knew what 
to do. Every girl has a little sex button in her crack that's like the head 
of a man's peter, only it's real small and sometimes real hard to find. But 
it wasn't hard to find Ruthie's. Hers was a stiff little bump and she told 
me when I touched it with my finger. 'Rub me there. That's my hot spot.' 

"She was sticky-wet inside her crack and that made it easy to rub. 

"We had our heads propped up with pillows and we were chomping away on our 
apples. I asked Ruthie if she could come from the way I was diddling her and 
she nodded and said sure, in a minute. So I kept it up. It was easy, just 
rubbing the end of my finger over that little hard bump in her crack near 
the top. 

"And she kept on jerking on my peter, too, and she had a smooth way of doing 
it. I was all hard and tight and getting that special feeling. I hadn't 
masturbated for three days, hoping we'd have a chance. I had a big load in 
me ready to shoot. "I finished my apple and dug my hanky out of my pocket. 
Ruthie asked me, 'Is it close?' I said yeah and she said to stop diddling 
her, to finish her off afterward, so she could really jerk me off good. 

"She got up on her knees on the bed by my side and really started pumping me 
up and down fast and hard and good. God! 

"The feeling got stronger and stronger. I started to get all tense. Then she 
shifted to her other hand and it felt even better, if you can imagine-it was 
something about the way her fingers gripped my peter. 

"Anyway, I just barely remembered to hold my hanky up over my peter to keep 
the stuff from shooting all over me and the bed and everything, but Ruthie 
said, 'No, don't! I want to see it shoot up.' And she pushed my hand away. 

"So that's what happened. I said, real tense like, 'Okay, then, you clean it 
up.' And she said she would, so I pulled my shirt up and just closed my eyes 
and let it build up and it just about wiped me out when it hit-God! I just 
let it happen! It felt like my guts were shooting up out of my peter. 

"Ruthie kept on pumping me till I was all pumped out. I had to stop her. She 
said, 'You had an awful lot!' She giggled. 'It went up higher than my head!' 

The temptation presented by a lush, ripe young girl, ten, eleven or twelve 
years old is often too much for a man to resist. If circumstances arrange 
themselves just so, many men of all ages (and an occasional woman) will 
succumb to the lure of a fresh, young, well-developed body. It is a legal 
crime to yield to that temptation, but for as long as Man has been Man it 
has happened, does happen, will happen. 

It happened to the five people whose stories I am presenting in this book. 
These cases are the result of interviews, some taped conversations, one 
wild, incredible late-night phone call, and a scrawled confession on 
high-school notepaper. 

Names and locations have been changed. 

Don't condemn top harshly the adults in this book whose experiences brand 
them as child molesters, technically. Whether a ten or eleven-year-old girl 
has the body of a young woman, or nearly so, the male mind naturally tends 
to think in terms of sex. The body is old enough, is the inner whisper. A 
rounded, nubile body is often impossible to resist. Often there is no will 
to resist. Often the girl, curious and intrigued, impelled by newly 
burgeoning sexual urges, will invite exploration and new knowledge. 

What then? 

The stories in this book show you. 

 Chapter One: Louisa 

How often in history has an older stepbrother "fooled around" with his 
younger stepsister? Times without number. It is perhaps true that no family, 
broken and then combined with part of another, is free of some sexual 
activity between the children involved. 

One might even go so far as to say that such stepbrother-sister sexual 
activity, in one degree or another, is normal-because of its frequency and 
universality. It could be one of the better sexual education systems in 
modern society ... if society had the courage to investigate and admit it. 

But I'm not praising it or trying to encourage it; the chances of sexual 
trauma are too great for the younger partner, whatever the child may learn 
about sex in the process. The adult in adult-child sexual encounters or 
seductions is not often a trained psychologist or interested in protecting 
the tender psyche of the sexually precocious but emotionally immature child 
he is dealing with. 

But often he must go slowly, and cleverly, to protect himself, if the child 
is a stepsister and in a position to get him into deep, humiliating trouble. 

Often parents of developing girls are careless in providing older 
stepbrothers opportunity, and stupid in not giving the child sexual 
information when she needs it. 

This was the case with Donald and Louisa. 

Donald began to tell me of his sexual adventures with his "sexy little" 
stepsister while he was drunk one night in a bar. He didn't know me beyond 
the fact that I was a writer of sex studies. He was anonymous-a young man in 
a dim booth talking softly under the blare of a juke box. 

I asked him if he'd tell the story in detail into a tape recorder. I said I 
didn't want real names and if any slipped in I would change them. 

He agreed and we went to my apartment. It took him about an hour to tell it 
all, with my prompting and questioning. I have edited the transcribed 
manuscript to omit my part and his many irrelevant asides. And, as part of 
my agreement with him, I have destroyed the tape after transcribing it. 

The following is Donald's confession. 

"See, there I was conned into staying in the house Friday night while my 
mother and stepfather went out to see this stupid movie with Julie Andrews 
in it. 

"I didn't have anywhere to go. I didn't have a girl then. I was twenty-one 
and still a little scared of girls then. 

"So mom and him lay out a lot of bribes-ice cream in the freezer for me-and 
some good specials on TV, and they track out to the car and go. 

"Then I see Louisa in her bedroom and her door is open and I can see her 
reflection in the dresser mirror. She's undressing for her bath and I come 
alive because Louisa is only eleven years old, you know? But she has the 
tits of a sixteen-year-old. 

"See, she's his daughter, and mom got her in the deal. He's Greek and we're 
mostly German-English, and his first wife was Italian-so you see Louisa had 
that hot Mediterranean blood in her. They bloom fast. She sure did. Eleven 
years old and she's got those big dark eyes, sexy eyes, like she was born 
knowing how to fuck. 

"She was standing by her bed skinning down her jeans. I was in the kitchen 
and was looking down the hall to her room. My room was down in the basement. 
She stepped out of those jeans and I got a beautiful sight of her little 
round ass and nice legs. She had a body, a real body on her, and then she 
pulls off her sweater and stands there in her white bra-yeah, mom made her 
wear one-and she walks out of sight for a minute and I'm hoping she comes 
into view of that mirror again-and she does, and she's stark naked. 

"I stopped breathing. Jeeeesus what a perfect little body! I got a hard on 
so fast you wouldn't believe it. 

"I guess I'm a tit man, you know? All I could see was those beautiful white 
tits sticking out. Not round ... she had those pear-shaped kind that really 
stick out, with pink knobs at the tips. That's what knocked me out, too, was 
those swollen little knobs, and the nipple sort of a quiet little, darker 
pink nub in the middle of the knob. 

"So I get a tight throat and a gut-empty feeling, and I'm staring like 
crazy, and my prong is stiff and hot on my belly. And she puts on her robe 
and I see she didn't have any pussy hair-smooth as silk down there, with a 
little slit far in between her thighs. 

"Then she comes out of her room and goes into the bathroom and shuts the 
door. I got ideas plenty, but I was scared. I went into the Jiving room and 
turned on the TV. What the hell could I do?-walk in on her in the tub? Yeah, 
I thought about it. 

"A half an hour goes by and I'm watching a comedy or something and I'm 
thinking about her and my hard on is gone, but it's still laying half hard, 
sort of tingling and feeling ready to go ... you know how your prick feels 
sometimes? I knew I was going to pull it out and jack off as soon as she 
went to bed. I've got a big one, too. 

"Louisa came out of the bathroom all damp and steamy and her robe was just 
red cotton with white dots on it. And she came into the living room and the 
robe is buttoned, but her tits-God, those nice, juicy tits-stuck out and 
jiggled some when she walked over to see what I had on the TV. 

"She wanted to stay up and watch some of the Cavett Show because he was 
going to have a big rock star on-I forget who now-and I started getting 
ideas. 

"But she beat me to it. She plopped her ass on the sofa next to me and 
watched the stupid detective show that was on for a minute, and she makes a 
face and says, 'Donny, can I ask a question ... a sex question?' 

"Sure," I said. I was casual but I was getting hard again. 

"Myra told me boys have little babies in their nuts and they shoot them into 
a girl's stomach and that's how girls get preggie. Is that right?' 

"It blew my mind, that coming out of Louisa, but we liked each other, and we 
horsed around sometimes, but I kept my hands safe, you know, and I swore a 
lot when the folks weren't around. Shit, kids know all the words anyway. 

"So I said, 'Sort of. It's kind of complicated, though.' 

"How?" 

"I dodged at first and got cold guts and told her to ask mom. But she said 
she tried to and mom got up-tight and told her she wasn't old enough to know 
that yet. So it was my chance and I started building insurance all over-you 
know, 'I'll tell you but you got to promise not to tell mom or your dad I 
did.' Like that. 

"She crossed her heart and promised. So I took a big chance and said I could 
show her easier than tell it, and asked if she'd ever seen a boy's nuts and 
penis. 

"You know, she got a secret smile and said no. And, yes, she wanted to see 
mine, and it was just between us ... she was curious as hell. 

"But my hard on was shrunk. Scared. But I unzipped and pulled out the limp 
little thing, and my balls. 

"She stared and put her hand out and said, 'Can I feel 'em?' 

"Sure." And she started playing and fingering the balls at first, in the 
sack, you know. She said, "They do feel like nuts-little walnuts. Is that 
where the babies are made?' 

"I started to get a little technical and my prong started to fill up. And 
she saw it and started to feel it. She got her little fingers around it and 
lifted it up as it got longer and stiffer. She was all eyes and questions. 

"God, it felt good with her handling it like that-that curious, innocent 
touch, first time holding a prick. She was a virgin to everything! 

"She was all eyes at how big it got. I've got nearly seven inches hard, so 
you know it was pretty terrific to her. 

"I told her the seed came up the tube inside the penis and squirted into a 
woman's womb. She didn't know what a womb was ... so I just casually, as if 
it was okay and perfectly right, I said. Take off your robe and I'll show 
you where your womb is.' Like I was doing her a favor and it was a bore. 

"So she hopped off the sofa and unbuttoned her robe and opened it up and 
said, 'Where?' She was standing right in front of me. 

"My heart was thudding away like mad and I was scared, but those lovely tits 
of hers were right there! And her body was so damn smooth and young and 
curvy. She had the shape of a woman- but no hair on her pussy. And those 
ripe, white pears sticking out, begging my hands to squeeze and rub. 

"Shit, man ... I guess my hands shook but I reached out and pointed to under 
her belly button and pushed my finger against her belly and said, 'In 
there.' And I put my hand flat on her belly and rubbed in a small hot circle 
and told her, her belly would get bigger and bigger and stick out when she 
was pregnant. And I said her breasts would get bigger and bigger, too, when 
she was pregnant. 

"And I did it, man, I put my hands on those sweet tits! God, they were like 
hot yeast, so spongy and smooth and silky and ... shit, what a double 
handful! That was the first time a man ever touched them. I was the first. 
God, were they nice. 

"And that was the minute she knew I was getting sexy with her-the way I 
fondled her tits-and her eyes got sort of sparkly and warm. And felt her 
nipples get hard-sort of grow out those knobs on the end of her breasts. 

"So there I was leaning forward, staring at my hands, and my hands rubbing 
over her sweet tits, and she was letting me do it, just standing there 
holding open her robe, watching my hands on her tits, and I guess she was 
getting a charge out of it. 

"After about half a minute of me doing that, rubbing up her breasts, she 
whispered, "That feels funny.' 

"I said it was supposed to feel good and make her sort of glow and feel 
itchy and want it more. 

"Is this part of making love?" 

"I nodded and said, 'It's safe, though. You can't get pregnant this way.' 

"She said she knew that. She said she knew a man had to fuck a girl before 
it happened. And I kept on squeezing-rubbing her lovely tits, soft and easy, 
trying to get her hot, to see what else she'd let me do. 

"She sort of edged closer to me, closer and closer, till I opened my knees 
up and she moved in between. She was watching my hands and was watching my 
prong, too. It was like a rock, sticking up out of my pants. 

"She said, 'I want to do things with your penis.' She got down on her knees 
between my legs so she could reach my prong. And while I kept on playing 
with her tits she reached out and started playing with my prick and balls. 
God, what a situation. 

"She didn't know how to jack a man off or anything. She just squeezed and 
rubbed and flopped it around. 

"I asked her if she wanted to see me squirt seed, and she nodded quick and 
said, 'Go ahead.' She was kind of pink in the face ... warm all over. Her 
breasts were really warm, and her little nipples were hard. I saw she was 
pressing her thighs together, tensing her inner thigh muscles, like her 
little pussy was getting itchy. 

"I said, 'You have to help me by rubbing the skin up and down.' I showed her 
how to hold my prick and how to jack me. Then I went back to rubbing her 
breasts. 

"She started to pump the skin up and down, but too low. So I showed her how 
to run the skin up over the head. 

"She started again and I knew from the first I was going to go off in a 
minute. She didn't do it very fast and her arm got tired quick, so she used 
both hands-like churning butter. 

"I stared at her tits and squeezed them and molded them with the pink tips 
and felt the hot pressure building up in my guts ... and little Louisa just 
watched my prick like a hawk because she didn't want to miss seeing me 
squirt. 

"She was getting tired just when I was on the edge. I said, 'Just a little 
bit more ...' and she knew I was about ready. She stuck her tongue out and 
concentrated on pumping me and got her face close. Shit, I felt it coming up 
and I squeezed her tits and went all tight and looked down at my prick and I 
was panting. And I said, 'Now--fast!' And she pumped faster and she took a 
tighter grip with both hands ... and that was it! 

"I squirted like a fucking geyser. A gob of the stuff shot way up and landed 
on my arm and another gob went up and hit the cushion and then some got on 
her wrist and hands. But she had sense enough to keep on jacking me while I 
went off. 

"Her eyes were big when she saw the stuff shoot up and then pump out onto 
her hands. She giggled, too, like it was funny. 

"She kept on pumping till I told her to stop. She said, 'Did it hurt you?' 

"I said it felt great when I shot, no matter how my face looked, because the 
feeling was so strong. I got out a hanky and we wiped up. 

"She said, 'Could I get that feeling too?' 

"Sure, if you want to." 

"How? I don't have a penis thing to rub like a man." 

"Yes, you do, but it's real small and you have to know where to look." 

"She said she didn't have any little thing, and I said it was down inside 
the lips of her pussy-she knew what her pussy was-and she still didn't 
believe me, so I said I'd show her if she wanted me to. 

"I was offhand about it because I was empty-you know-I was sort of desexed 
for a few minutes, and there wasn't any big thrill at the moment about 
fingering Louisa. 

"She was suspicious. 'Okay ... but just with your finger. You better not try 
to fuck me.' 

"So I agreed. I didn't want to fuck her then, anyway. I really didn't want 
to bust her cherry. I figured there'd be blood and she'd cry and maybe tell 
mom. I didn't need that scene. I was taking enough chances as it was. 

"She sat on the sofa beside me. To make her feel safer I zipped up. Then I 
started feeling up her breasts again. I couldn't keep my hands off them. 

"I told her the best way was to make her tits feel warm and itchy first, 
then rub her clit. I had to stop with her tits and show her, her clit. 

"She had one, all right. She was a developed little girl. Up close, I could 
see the beginning of some fuzz on her mound. 

"I got her to open up her legs wide, and hold her pussy lips open and look 
where I pointed. Her clit was a little pink pea that sort of peeked out when 
she spread herself that way. 

"I touched it with my fingertip. I rubbed it for a second or two. She got a 
funny, surprised look in her eyes. 

"I said, 'Rub that little bud and you'll get the same feeling I did, maybe 
better.' 

"You do it, Donny. I did you." 

"All right. I'll show you how." I wasn't any expert on fingering off girls 
... I'd only done it four or five times to a girl when I was nineteen ... 
but I figured I could get Louisa off. 

"I started sucking her tits ... and rubbing her clit at the same time. She 
liked it. God, it was incredible to suck on those knobs on her breasts and 
lick the nipple in my mouth. 

"I had her squirming around on the sofa almost right away. 'It feels funny,' 
she kept saying, and she kept her eyes open, watching me suck her tits and 
watching my hand between her legs. 

"She kept her thighs wide open and her little ass kept squirming. She was 
breathing through her mouth, too. 

"My finger was in her juice, too. She was wet. Really slippery stuff. It 
made tickling her clit easy and I guess it felt wonderful to her. 

"It took about ten minutes the first time. She fought it some. But I kept my 
fingertip flicking over that little pea, and she started breathing faster 
and faster and getting scared of what was going on in her ... the weird 
sensations, I guess. 

"She was almost there and she was jerking her hips sort of automatically, 
and really hot, and gasping for air and she said, wide-eyed and like in a 
panic, 'What's happening to me?' 

"I said, 'Enjoy it, it's what happened to me inside. It's natural. It's a 
climax.' And her clit felt to me like it had a charge of electricity or 
something-it had a special stiffness to it-and she suddenly just held her 
breath and her eyes bulged and she flopped away and fell away to the floor 
and started to cry. 

"I was scared, too. I went down on my knees and soothed her and told her to 
take it easy, and asked what was wrong. And she said it was like something 
hot tearing open in her belly and it scared her ... like her insides were 
glowing and getting kind of 'wound up' and jittery. 

"I petted her and said it was a climax and okay and nothing was wrong, it 
felt that way for everybody. 

"But she was still scared. It was all too new. 

"She went to bed. I tried to give her some ice cream and said she could 
watch Cavett, but she just went to her room and shut the door. And I started 
to sweat. I could just see mom calling me down for fooling around ... and if 
the old man ever found out-shit! So long, Donald! He'd probably hand me over 
to the cops! 

"So I sweated all next day. And a whole week went by before I felt halfway 
safe. 

"Louisa went around frowning a lot. She hardly said a word to me. But she 
didn't avoid me, either, and I kept cracking jokes to show I wasn't worried. 

"One day a week later, when I got home from Mickey-mouse five-and-dime job I 
had then, she was the only one in the house. I didn't do a thing. I went 
right down to my room in the basement-it was a party room converted-and I 
started to change clothes. Then I heard her coming down the stairs. So I 
figured quick she was interested in doing it again, so I was in my shorts 
and shirt and I didn't bother to jump into pants or grab a robe. 

"I was right, too. Louisa peeked in through the curtain that hangs in the 
doorway and smiled. 'Can I talk with you a minute?' 

"I said sure and lounged on my bed and my prong started to get big in my 
shorts. I let her see it, too. 

"She came into my little room and said she wanted to talk about climaxes. 
She was sort of blushing and quiet and wouldn't meet my eyes at first. 

"I cut right through the fluff. I said, 'You want to try it again?' My prick 
was swelling up good. She noticed it-I saw her eyes take it in. 

"She stopped pretending to be a nice little girl. She grinned and nodded. 
She said, 'I'll make you squirt if you'll rub my pussy like you did before.' 

"Okay, but where's mom and your dad?" 

"They went over to Aunt Florence's. They said they'd be back by five." That 
gave us at least a half an hour. I told her okay, but we'd have to get right 
to it. And I pushed down my shorts. The prong was hard, man, and jumping a 
little, with the skin down and the head out. It felt like it-was a foot 
long. 

"Louisa came across and took hold of both hands again. She climbed up on the 
bed. "you ever put this in girls?" 

"I said once in a while. Truth is I was practically a virgin, then. I'd only 
done it once. Anyway, I told Louisa she had to get undressed, too. She 
didn't want to, not all the way, because mom and her dad might come back 
early or something. So I said just take off your bra and panties and leave 
your blouse open and your skirt on. I wanted to suck her tits! They were 
mouth-watering. I wasn't just going to rub them this time! 

"She did what I said, and settled down beside me on the bed and I pushed her 
blouse open all the way and there they were ... like strawberry-tipped 
scoops of vanilla ice cream-that's corny, Louisa's breasts were out of sight 
... just ideal. Sticking up so pert and neat. 

"I said, 'Let me work you up a little, first.' And I got my hands on her 
breasts and real easy started to squeeze and rub and finger the nipples to 
make them stick out ... it was fun to watch them grow and get stiff. And her 
knobs got sort of bloated, too, and harder than at first, when I started on 
them. 

"After a minute I said, 'Know what feels good? Having a guy suck your 
titties.' 

"She said, 'Go ahead if you want to.' But her eyes got a little wider. 

"I got my mouth down on one of those knobs right away ... licking on it, 
licking the nipple, my lips tight on it, sucking the knob way into my mouth. 
It got to her, too, I could tell. Her breath caught and she made a little 
good sound, you can tell. 

"I was in some kind of heaven. God, man, you have no idea how lovely her 
breasts were ... how they stuck up at you all by themselves, all pale and 
smooth like silk and warm and soft, sort of firm and yielding ... and those 
knobs ... puffed up with the nipple sticking up in the middle, just begging 
to be touched and sucked. God! It gets me, just remembering it. 

"She really liked it. She really enjoyed it. Then she whispered, 'Do my 
pussy, like before.' 

"I almost said I'd go down on her instead. But I had a flash that that would 
blow her mind too so soon. So I promised myself I'd get her to enjoying clit 
tickling, get her coming back for more and more, then lick her off and maybe 
... maybe ... talk her into sucking me off! 

"I slid my right hand down under her skirt and onto her naked mound and she 
opened her legs nice and wide for me. She remembered. And I stroked my 
finger up and down over the lips down there and I'm telling you they oozed 
juice. She was ready, hot, and she wanted that special tickling. 

"So I pushed my finger in and did a little exploring ... in her hole, her 
vagina ... and sure enough, she was a virgin. Then I eased the fingertip up 
onto her hard little clit and she took a quick breath and her hips gave a 
little jump. Yeah, I knew she liked it! I had Louisa wet for coming. 

"I started rubbing her clit in little circles, slow, very slow, tantalizing 
her, rolling that slippery little pea like it was a ball bearing in oil. And 
I sucked on her titties, too, all the time, keeping my mouth full, licking 
those sweet nipples and knobs. 

"She was hot and getting hotter. And she wasn't scared this time, either. I 
think she experimented with herself in bed after that first time with me, 
and she fingered herself off, and it was good, but she wanted the fun of 
having somebody else do it. Because it's always better that way. 

"She surprised me, then. She was squirming around again, rubbing her ass on 
the bed, and then she felt around with her hand and grabbed my prong and 
started pumping it fast as she could. She kept losing her grip because her 
hand was small and I've got a pretty thick prick, but it was so good I was 
close to shooting in a minute. 

"But then she forgot about pumping me because she was going off herself ... 
and did she! Man, that little girl had a climax so strong I thought she was 
having a fit! I mean, she started moaning and breathing like she was 
running--fast, and jumping her hips up and down and squirming. Her chest and 
neck and face got all mottled, and that little slit of hers was drooling 
juice. 

"She was so far gone I could have broken her cherry with my finger and she 
wouldn't have known. 

"She finally went past the peak, though, and got quiet. I kept on fingering 
her. I was curious if she could come again right away. She didn't stop me, 
and I had another flash-she had tickled herself off in bed more than once 
... she probably had done it a couple of times in a row, just experimenting. 

"She smiled soft and nice at me. "That was wonderful, Donny. I like it a lot 
now.' 

"I remembered we didn't have much time, so I said, 'Do me now, and if we 
have the time I'll do you off again.' 

"She nodded and sat up and got up on her knees between my legs and grabbed a 
hold of my prong with both hands again, like the first time, and started 
pumping fast and good. Shit, what a sweet grip she had! Just right. I didn't 
have to adjust it or tell her how to do it again. She remembered. 

"I was looking down my body and seeing her jack me off-with her lips pressed 
together in concentration and her luscious little breasts joggling and 
jiggling with the jerking of her hands shaking her body. 

"It took only about half a minute. She got me going ... in no time I was 
gritting my teeth and feeling that stuff coming up the tube like I was a 
volcano. 

"She knew, too. That little minx knew and she watched me shoot and she 
pumped me even faster and she said, 'Ooooo, that one went way high!' 

"I felt like I was squirting my brains out. Jesus, that was a good one. I 
get a hard on just remembering like this. 

"The stuff was all over-on the bed, on my shirt, on her hands. But she 
didn't seem to mind it. She even put her hand up to her nose and smelled it. 
She said it smelled like fish oil. I almost said, 'Taste it once,' but I 
didn't. I got up and got a rag and wet it in the laundry tub in the other 
part of the basement and came back and wiped it all up. 

"That's the trouble with shooting off like that -it's so messy. I wish men 
didn't have stuff sometimes. It would sure solve a lot of problems. 

"We didn't have a chance to do anything more. We heard the car come up the 
driveway. Mom and Louisa's dad were back! 

"She got white in the face and got her bra on quick and was stepping into 
her panties just as we heard them come into the house upstairs. I got into 
my pants just as quick. 

"I got cute and winked at Louisa and called up the stairs, 'Hey, mom, will 
you tell Louisa to leave me alone? She's down here bothering me all the 
time!' 

"Louisa picked up on it right away. She yelled back she was just looking for 
something she lost and mom told her to come upstairs and help her get supper 
ready. 

"So Louisa grumbled and grinned at me and went upstairs. I knew we had a 
thing going we both liked a lot. I knew I'd see her again first chance there 
was. 

"But we didn't get a good chance to be alone for a couple weeks at least. 
Really alone so we could get undressed and have a ball. 

"She came down to my basement room a lot of times to 'bother me' while mom 
was upstairs, or her dad was home, too. But she couldn't stay long ... it 
was just quick stuff. You know, she'd pull her panties down to her ankles 
and hop up on the bed and I'd give her a quick fingering-off. 

"She was always wet when I got my finger in her little slit, too. And she 
went off quicker and quicker, too. Till, after the tenth time-she managed to 
see me sometime or other for a few minutes every night-after about the tenth 
time she could have a climax in about two minutes. 

"And she learned to just enjoy it in silence, too. She'd sort of hold her 
breath and grab my pillow and press it over her face when she came. She 
moaned a little bit, but even I could barely hear it, and she bit the 
pillow, too. And her pussy was all over the bed, jerking up and down, and 
sideways. 

"So that took maybe three to five minutes, giving her an orgasm, and then 
she'd sit up and I'd get my prong out for her and she'd two-hand me 
off-whoosh, you know? I was always ready for that. 

"We'd drop a hanky over the end of my prick a second before I squirted to 
keep the stuff from shooting all over. She got better and better at jacking 
me off ... she could tell when to go fast. One time when we had time she 
pumped me up close till I was dribbling, almost ready to go off, then she 
stopped cold and let my prick simmer down. Then she grabbed it with both 
hands again and jacked me up to the edge. She did that three times and then 
the fourth time just kept on pounding her hands up and down-but fast-and I 
shot my nuts out! I thought I'd go through the roof! God! What a sexy little 
girl! God, what I had going for me ... and I blew it! Shit, if I'd been 
smart I would have nursed her along and waited till she was old enough ... 
right about now ... and married her. 

"Louisa's almost seventeen now, you know?- and she's a knockout! You'd swear 
model or movie star. And those incredible tits of hers are so big and ripe 
now. God! And I can't get near her. 

"Yeah. Back to how I blew it. That was stupid Donald at his most stupid, 
that scene. 

"We finally got together-another time when mom and him went out to a 
show-and Louisa's eyes were shining with secret looks at me during supper. 
Was she hot for another long session! And I had a hard on like you get 
sometimes when you know a good sex time is coming. 

"I was going to try something different with her. I figured she was ready 
for it. 

"So when the car pulled out and away went the folks, I headed for Louisa's 
room. She was already getting out of her clothes. I started to unbuckle and 
sat on her bed. But she said she didn't want to do anything in her room, 
let's go downstairs, and let her take a bath first. 

"That was okay, I wanted her good and clean for what I was going to do. In 
fact, I hurried up and took a quick bath before her. 

"Then I went downstairs and waited. I could hear her fill the tub-the pipes 
thumped-and hear her pull the plug, and then hear her bare feet slapping on 
the rubber runners as she came down the stairs. 

"I only had a robe on. I was laying on my bed with a hard on sticking up 
like a tent pole-to see what she'd say when she saw it that way. 

"Louisa came through the doorway curtain and laughed. She was in a robe, 
too, the same one she wore that first time. 

"She came over to the bed and climbed on. There wasn't any modesty or 
anything. She flipped open my robe and started playing with my prick. She 
liked to squeeze it as hard as she could to see if it hurt me. It didn't 
because she didn't have enough strength in her arms. She was just an 
eleven-year-old girl. In age and height and weight, yes, eleven years old. 
But with curves and those tits. Those mouth-watering tits. And she was 
learning quick about sex and she liked it a lot. 

"She started whapping my prick around, bouncing it off my balls and like 
that. And I started unbuttoning her robe. 

"I got her naked in a minute and started feeling up her out-of-sight tits. 
Then I slipped a finger down between her pussy lips and started tickling her 
clit in the juice. 

"We were laying side by side, only opposite, in a kind of open sixty-nine, 
you know. That way it was easy for her to reach over and play with my prong 
and I had a clear way for my hand between her legs, and my finger doing 
little circles and up and down. 

"And I said, after I had her going good, I said, 'Hey, Louisa, you want to 
feel something great, even better than coming this way?' 

"She said, 'Maybe. What?' 

"And I said, 'Let me go down on you. Let me tongue you off.' 

"You mean stick your tongue in me?" Her dark eyes got wide. She knew what it 
was, I mean, she'd heard about it, but she didn't think I'd do it. She said, 
"You want to?" 

"Sure. Why not? Nothing wrong with it. The girls love it!" I was 
bullshitting there ... I hadn't ever done it before. Other guys told me they 
did it, though, and they said their girls went crazy for it. 

"And I had this wild yen to do it to Louisa. Give it to her for the first 
time in her life ... drive her up the wall with it. Make her want it all the 
time ... have her begging me for it, have her promising to do anything if 
I'd do it to her again. Yeah. Dream on. 

"She giggled, just like a little girl, because she was embarrassed. She 
said, 'Go ahead and do it if you want to.' Then she said, 'But I won't put 
your thing in my mouth, just because you do it to me.' 

"I asked why not-because that's just what I was working to, you know? She 
just shrugged and made a face and said, 'Just because,' the way kids do. 

"So I said-stupid-I said she didn't have to worry about me squirting in her 
mouth if she did try sucking me once, for a minute. And even if I did shoot 
when she was doing it, I said the stuff tasted good, that lots of girls 
liked the taste. 

"I told her all about a girl who liked to suck me off. See, this girl was a 
figment ... just made up ... and how this girl said it tasted like hot 
gravy. 

"I could see Louisa was skeptical. She said, 'It smells like fish.' And I 
said, 'Yes, but she-this girl-said it tasted like warm gravy. So it can't be 
so bad, even if I did happen to go off, that's all.' I didn't push it. I let 
it go. I wanted to go down on her and get her crazy for it. 

"So I shifted around and started licking her breasts and sucking up the 
knobs and getting her nipples hard and I kept on fingering her till she went 
off-wild ass jumping around and holding her breath and going "Mmmmmmmmmmm' 
in her throat even with the folks gone. 

"Then I started kissing and licking down her body ... over her warm, smooth 
skin. She had skin like white velvet, and I loved to run my hands over any 
part of her, just to feel that warm, smooth skin. She was rounded ... no 
sharp corners or bones poking up. God, it was something to smell her like 
that, naked and sort of soapy and soft and warm and young. 

"I licked down over her belly and onto her mound and I wet down the 
beginning hairs she had there, and I pushed open her thighs wide, real wide, 
and licked down into the warm damp place, down between, and licked along 
those dark pink pussy lips. I got a taste of her juice, too ... kind of tart 
and tasteless and a little bit metallic and acidy too. A girl's juice there 
has a special taste ... no way to tell in words what it's like. Every man 
has to find out for himself. 

"I started pointing my tongue and stabbing it inside her there-and I was 
trying to hit her clit. 

"I guess I stabbed right on the button because her hips gave a little jerk 
and I looked up and she was up on her elbows watching me do it and there was 
a funny look on her face ... kind of disgusted, but liking it, too. 

"I was digging it. It was sexy as hell for me. I had a stiff on like a piece 
of lead. I finally got my mouth right down on her pussy-on those wet lips 
-and I dug my tongue right in and got a good taste of her in there and I 
licked around in there and finally found her clit-it was stiff, too, and a 
little higher up than my tongue was, so I lifted my head a bit and started 
licking that little hard pea in between those inside folds that almost hide 
it. 

"It's altogether different for a guy, licking a girl off, than fingering her 
or fucking her. I mean, you're right down there with your face against her 
pussy, and she's got you with her legs, and it's a helluva lot more 
personal. 

"Louisa was going 'Oooo ... ' and starting to squirm against my mouth almost 
from the beginning. She was really reacting, she really liked it. And the 
more she liked it the more I liked doing it. I licked that clit faster and 
faster, till my jaws were tired and my tongue was aching and felt strained. 

"The thing was, I couldn't stop because Louisa was going into a big 
climax-rubbing her pussy all over my face, moaning and panting like a steam 
engine, and even rubbing and squeezing her own tits with both hands, and 
with her eyes tight shut and a scrunched up look on her face. 

"I kept licking her and holding her hips and trying to breathe a little. She 
was wild, really out of control. I was really giving her something to think 
about. The climax was blowing her mind, just wiping her out. 

"And it went on for a minute, a good long minute, before she started to 
relax. I stopped and lifted my head up out of that socket and asked her how 
she liked it. I was grinning. 

"She looked used up, all loose and soft and sat-She just said, 'You know.' 
And the way she said it was great for me. 

"I wiped my mouth with the sheet and figured I'd let my jaw and tongue rest 
for a while. I wanted to lick her off again before we had to quit. 

"Louisa said, 'I want a drink.' She closed up her robe and went upstairs. I 
was afraid she wasn't going to come back, even to jack me off. 

"But she did, with a glass of milk and a couple maple bars. Mom is queer for 
maple bars and so is Louisa. They eat half a dozen a day. 

"She gave me one of them and got back up on the bed without spilling her 
full glass. She drank and chewed and swallowed and stared at me. 

"I asked, 'You liked that, huh?' 

"I guess I did pretty much." She swallowed and drank and broke into a grin. 
"Wow. I still tingle." 

"Do it again for you if you want." 

"Okay!" She finished her milk and had a little bit of her maple bar left. 
She fingered off some of the soft dark frosting and smeared it on the head 
of my half-soft prick. She giggled. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Making myself something to suck on." 

"You going to do it?" 

"I guess. I guess I'll try it once." She put the last of the maple bar in 
her mouth and licked her fingers while she started to play with my prick 
with her other hand. 

"I got so hard so fast you wouldn't believe it. I kept watching the smear of 
brown syrup on the head of my prick and seeing her mouth down there on 
it-sucking, and licking. 

"She took it in both hands and started jacking me off slow and easy. Then 
she brought her head close and seemed to decide, and then she stuck her 
little pink tongue out-like a kitten's tongue- and she licked at the syrup a 
couple times. 

"She giggled and started to lick again, harder and faster, holding my prick 
like a club in her hands, and it started to get to me-the sensations. She 
was licking right in the right place, you know, underneath the head in that 
sensitive place. 

"She stopped and asked, 'Feel good?' When I nodded, she said, 'Tell me if 
the gravy is going to squirt.' And she started licking again. 

"After a minute she started to dig doing it; or something-she started taking 
the whole head into her mouth. Shit, it was like she was a born cock-sucker. 
She knew, she knew ... she started using her tongue and sucking and bobbing 
her head up and down, and on top of that, she started pumping the skin up 
and down, too! 

"I couldn't take much of that! It was too effective! That cute little chick, 
with her long black hair and those lovely tits jiggling and hanging down, 
brushing my legs ... and that sucking mouth of hers, and the way both her 
hands had a hold of my prick, slowly pumping up and down, with her mouth 
coming down on it, taking the head and a couple inches besides, when her 
hands went down, and raising up when her hands came up ... like 
synchronized. 

"God, it wasn't a minute before I got that hot, tingling, burning, gathering 
feeling in my guts. I knew I had to tell her but I didn't want to lose her 
mouth. 

"So the feeling got stronger and stronger .and I was getting tense and tight 
and stiff, and I could feel it coming. 

"I didn't tell her. I couldn't. I thought she knew I was ready, from the way 
I was breathing and stiffening up like a board. 

"And then my prick was shooting and I was in some kind of orgasm! I thought 
the top of my head was going to come off. I couldn't see straight. God, I 
must have shot that stuff right into her throat ... I guess that first one 
came just when she had her mouth all the way down. 

"Then I was squirting in the air and she had jerked her head up and she-her 
eyes were wide and shocked and her mouth was open and I saw the white stuff 
dribbling out and her mouth was turned down in an awful expression and she 
made a terrible retching sound and spit on my legs and the bed and 
everything. She didn't vomit but I thought she would. 

"I said I was sorry but she started to cry and ran upstairs. 

"I was scared shitless. If she was really mad and told ... So I went 
upstairs, too, and said I was sorry and everything. She was in the kitchen 
eating sugar right out of the bowl. 

She said, "It's all slimy!" 

"Anyway, I got her to promise not to tell. I gave her some money, too. But 
everything was ruined after that. I tried a couple times to make up and hint 
around that we could do the hand-and-finger routine again, but she wouldn't 
do it. 

"So I blew it with her ... no pun intended. I really screwed myself up. 
God-when I think of her tits, and how she is now ... " 

Sexually precocious Louisa is now, as one can guess from the foregoing, a 
thriving and lovely young lady. Donald, however, still suffers pangs of 
guilt. Thus we see that, although the child's psyche may be tender, the 
adult psyche, with its more fully developed superego, is more susceptible, 
in some cases, to harm. 

Chapter Two: Betty 

It is sometimes very difficult to persuade people to tape their sex 
experiences-especially in sensitive areas. And, concerning sexual relations 
with children, it is understandable if people shy away from self-disclosure. 
So I have often had to rely on my memory of a few intimate conversations, as 
well as voluminous notes, in reconstructing the following case history. 
Always, in cases where I have taped a conversation, the tape has been 
destroyed after I made my notes. 

The following case history concerns a man in his thirties, whom I shall call 
Gilbert, who became involved with a young, subteen next-door neighbor. 

The therapist cannot be held responsible for any mis-embellishments made in 
the course of my reconstruction. 

Gilbert is in his thirties and four years ago lived in a rooming house next 
to a rented house in the rundown section of a small California coastal city. 

In this house next door lived a tired blonde woman in her late twenties and 
her three children. The woman was divorced-or abandoned-and was on welfare. 

Gilbert at that time was unemployed, living on the small amount given by the 
state as unemployment compensation. 

He owned an old car which he kept in the garage of the rooming house. (For 
this privilege he paid by doing yard work.) 

He was in the garage in the car, twisted around on his back, working on the 
wiring behind the dashboard one afternoon, when one of the next-door woman's 
daughters wandered in and peered into the car at him. Gilbert heard a sound 
and looked to the right-side door of his car. 

A young girl appeared. She looked at him solemnly. She wore a dirty green 
dress, too short and tight for her nubile body. Her dark blonde hair was 
short, stringy and unkempt. It looked amateurishly cut. She was sucking on a 
piece of candy which she plopped into her dirty palm to look at critically 
for a second before popping it back into her sticky-lipped mouth. She had 
big hazel eyes. 

He had noticed her in the other yard a few times, with the other children. 
She looked fourteen. She acted much younger. He thought she was retarded. 

He pointed to a flashlight on the seat just out of his reach. "Hand that to 
me." 

She climbed into the car and handed it to him. "Whatcha doin'?" She crawled 
into the leg area in front of the passenger's side and peered up at where he 
was fumbling. 

"Trying to fix the ignition." He smelled her candy-sweet breath. He glanced 
at her-and looked again. Her dress was unbuttoned at the top, two big white 
buttons missing, and it gaped open from her kneeling, crouching position to 
give a stunning, shadowed view of the inner halves of rounded young breasts, 
her belly, and the unmistakable plump curve of her mound. She wore no 
underthings. Just the dress. 

Gilbert smiled at her. "What's your name, Suzy-Q?" 

"I'm not Suzy-Q ... I'm Betty." 

He turned the flashlight on her and aimed the beam into the gaping dress. He 
could see everything. Her breasts were hanging down like soft, white fruit. 
Her belly button showed, too, sharply indented, and her child's pussy was 
smooth and bare. He couldn't see her vulva lips. Her thighs were rounded and 
white. 

She saw where he was looking. "You're not supposed to see inside my dress." 
But she didn't move. 

He turned the flashlight back to the wiring overhead. He shifted 
uncomfortably. The gas pedal was digging into his back. In this position 
blood throbbed in his head. 

Gilbert asked, "How old are you, Betty?" 

"Eleven. I'll be twelve in ... five months." 

He blinked. He looked into her dress again. 

She giggled. "I don't like to wear nothing underneath. Everything's too 
tight or too big." Then she said, "You're lookin' at me like the men look at 
mommy." 

"You've got a body like your mommy." 

"I know, but I'm not big enough to get fucked yet." 

The word from her shook him a bit. But slum kids knew it all. He tried to 
work with one hand while holding the flashlight with the other. "What are 
you old enough to do?" 

"Wouldn't you like to know!" 

He smiled and reached for a screwdriver. He snapped his fingers and pointed. 
She handed it to him. He thanked her. He handed her the flashlight. "While 
you're here, point it up toward there-where my fingers are." 

She nodded and directed the beam as he wished. She moved in closer. She 
watched him try to untangle wires. "Am I doing it right?" 

"Perfect. I owe you a sucker." He fumbled in silence for a minute. 

Betty asked, "Do you have a big pee-pee?" 

"Why?" 

"I heard mommy say once she liked men with big ones. Do you?" 

"I won't tell. You have to find out for yourself." 

Betty giggled. "Maybe I will. You want me to?" 

"Sure. Go ahead." He smiled at her. "I dare you." 

"Dares go first." But she shifted the flashlight to her right hand and 
reached over to his pants with her left. Her small hand groped around his 
fly- His cock began to grow down along his belly inside his briefs. Her 
fumbling was exciting as hell. 

She giggled again. "There it is." She gripped it through his pants. "It's 
getting bigger." 

"Reach in under my belt and get a good, honest feel of it." 

"I shouldn't. But mommy does all the time, with her boyfriends." 

"How do you know?" 

"I peek at them lots of times after she puts us to bed." She hesitated, then 
slid her hand into his pants. 

Gilbert licked his lips and kept his eyes on the ignition wiring, but he 
stopped working at it when he felt her small curious fingers find his cock. 

Betty said, "It's hot!" She reached further in under his waistband and 
explored his length. "I guess it is pretty big. Can I see it?" 

Gilbert got a bit nervous at that. He asked her, "Anybody around?" 

Betty raised up and looked out through the front window at the view between 
the open garage doors. "I don't see anybody. If mommy calls me, I'd better 
go, though." 

Gilbert felt oddly vulnerable and light-headed. His skull throbbed. One leg 
stretched up onto the back of the front seat. Most of his weight was 
centered on his shoulders on the old carpeting in the leg space under the 
dashboard. His head was resting at an uncomfortable angle on the drive-shaft 
hump. 

He said, "Okay, Miss Curiosity, unzip me and pull it out." 

Her hands fumbled at his fly and ran the zipper and reached in to his rigid 
flesh. 

He watched, his chin pressed into his neck, as she lifted his cock free of 
his shirttails. Her strange, innocent and yet knowing handling brought his 
hardness to the point of jerking stiffness. 

She asked, "Why is it wet on top? Do you have to go?" 

"No. That's just ... a kind of natural oil to make ... fucking easier. It's 
automatic." 

"Oh." She said defensively, "I'm not old enough to get fucked yet." 

"I know. Are you old enough to let a man feel you up a little?" He reached 
out and slid his left hand up her leg, up under her dress, up the smooth, 
rounded, firm flesh to her naked hip. 

She giggled. "I guess so. Some of mommy's boyfriends feel me like that. They 
feel my boobies when they can, but she doesn't like it when they do." 

Gilbert slid his palm over onto the silky half globes of her ass. He 
caressed them and trailed his fingertips into the crack, edging them down 
deeper into her crotch. 

Betty wriggled. "That tickles." She experimentally pulled his foreskin up 
and down over the head of his cock. She said, "Billy's pee-pee is real 
small. He's my little brother. How old were you when this got big like 
this?" 

"About sixteen." Gilbert squeezed her thigh. He moved his hand around into 
the front of her crotch and cupped her naked pussy. 

Betty wriggled some more. "That's not a nice place." 

"Yes, it is." But he abandoned it as she reached down to push his hand away. 
He slid his arm further up into her dress and his hand passed over her belly 
and up onto one of her breasts. 

Betty's young breasts were softer than he expected, yielding and fleshy, 
with flat, undeveloped nipples. He remembered her mother. The woman had big, 
low-slung, sloppy-soft appearing breasts ... she should wear a bra and 
mostly didn't. Betty would develop the same type of breasts. 

Betty seemingly lost interest in his cock. She stuffed it awkwardly, 
stiffly, back into his pants. She asked innocently, "Don't I have nice 
boobies?" 

"Umm-hmm." He continued to fondle them. 

She struggled with his zipper, got it halfway up and gave it up. "Do you 
like me?" 

"Sure. You're a nice girl." He tried tweaking a nipple, cautiously, not 
wishing to frighten her. 

She said, "I better go now. Are you going to try to fix things under there 
again tomorrow?" 

"I guess so." 

"Can I help again?" 

"Why do you have to leave now?" 

"I have to go see if Billy is okay. Mommy isn't home." 

He took his hand from her dress. She got out of the car and left the garage. 

Gilbert readjusted his cock in his pants, zipped his fly closed and grunted 
as he worked his way out of his upside-down position. 

He made a point of being out in the garage, working on his car, the next day 
at about the same time. 

He had two all-day suckers in his shirt pocket. 

Betty appeared silently when he had almost forgotten about her. He had 
managed to fix the ignition wiring and was fiddling with the innards of the 
radio which he had disconnected and pulled from the dash, when she peeked 
over the sill of the right-hand front window, which was rolled down. 

He noticed her immediately, but pretended not to. A tension came into his 
belly. His cock began to grow. 

Betty sank out of sight without saying a word. Then she opened the door 
quick and plunged in with a wild, happy, expectant "Boo!" 

Gilbert reacted with an exaggerated start of terror. He juggled the radio 
chassis in his lap. Then he gnashed his teeth and growled at her. 

Betty laughed and giggled, delighted. "I really scared you, didn't I?" 

"Sure did." He probed at the radio's speaker connections. 

Betty sat up on the seat next to him and swung shut the car door. "Is that 
broke?" 

"It doesn't work, so I guess it's broke." 

She giggled. Her giggle was beginning to bug him. 

She wore the same dress, and it gaped at the top the same way when she 
leaned over to peer at the radio's tubes and wiring. 

He pulled one of the suckers from his shirt pocket. "Here's for helping me 
yesterday." 

She grabbed it and tore off the wrapper and plunged the sucker into her 
mouth. She said indistinctly around the mouth-filling disc of flavored, 
hardened sugar, "It's root beer. I like it." 

"I've got another one you can have when you leave." 

"Umm." She slurped sweetened saliva and took the sucker from her mouth for a 
few seconds. "You want me to feel your pee-pee again?" 

"Sure." He put the radio up on the dash shelf by the windshield. Then he 
pulled her closer to his side. He put his arm around her and fondled her 
breasts through her thin dress. 

She ignored that. She didn't seem sensitized to her breasts as sexual zones. 
Manipulating them didn't affect her. 

She popped the sucker back into her mouth and attacked his belt and zipper. 
In a few seconds-with his help-she had his pants open and was digging into 
his white shorts for his hard cock. 

She dragged it free and flopped it around for a few seconds. "Does that 
hurt?" 

"No." He slid his hand down inside her dress to the naked softness of her 
immature breasts. They were like small skins of warm, firm Jell-O. 

"Could I play with your bag of nuts, too?" 

"Sure." He pulled his scrotum free of his shorts. 

Betty was fascinated by the hairy sack. She held it tenderly in small hands 
and felt the egg-shaped testicles inside. 

Her touch made him feel vulnerable and horny. His cock throbbed against his 
bared belly. 

He squeezed one of her breasts gently and rubbed the flat nipple. Gradually 
the nipple responded and swelled up under his fingers-a tiny bump. 

Betty squeezed his testicles. "Does that hurt?" 

Abruptly it did! A quick lance of aching pain arced through his groin. "Yes! 
Don't-" 

She let go immediately. "I'm sorry." She cautiously handled his cock. She 
began to pull the skin up and down to reveal and then cover the head. She 
said happily, "It's making goo again." 

"Just keep on moving the skin up and down like that and it'll make a lot of 
goo ... it might even shoot white goo." 

"Oh, I know," she said wisely. "That's called maserbashun." 

"Ever do it for anybody before?" 

"No ... but I saw-" She made a "secret" face and said, "I shouldn't tell 
anybody, I guess." 

Gilbert was curious but decided not to pry just then. He caressed her 
breasts as she played with his cock. There was beginning to be a glow in his 
cock. 

Betty stopped pulling his foreskin up and down. Her arm was tired. She 
played idly with his scrotum. "Do you fuck much?" 

"Nope." 

"Why not? Don't you like to?" 

"Sure, but I don't know any girls right now who'll let me fuck them." It was 
weird talking like this with a retarded, overdeveloped eleven-year-old girl. 

Gilbert turned more toward Betty and brought his left hand across to her 
thighs. He pushed her dress up to expose her upper thighs and her bare, 
chubby little mound. He put his hand on her thigh and worked his fingers 
down between her legs. 

She pressed her legs together. She shook her head. 

"I'm not going to hurt you. It'll feel good." 

"I'm too young to fuck." 

"I don't want to fuck you. I just want to feel you there. You're playing 
with my pee-pee, so why can't I feel yours?" 

Betty sucked on her sucker for a few seconds and considered. Finally she 
relaxed her thighs and said, "All right, but only for a minute." 

Gilbert pushed her thighs open and pressed his palm up against her bare 
slit. He moved his palm slowly, sensually, with light pressure. He watched 
her face for a reaction but there was none. She sucked absently on her 
sucker. Her hand lay almost unmoving on his cock. 

After a minute or two he pressed his middle finger gently between the lips 
of her pussy. 

She started to object. He said quickly, "I'll give you a couple big candy 
bars tomorrow." 

"Mounds? Three Mounds." 

"Okay." And he explored her narrow, damp, warm little vulva. He discovered 
that her hymen was broken. He pushed a fingertip through the tear. 

Betty frowned. "Don't." 

He slid his fingertip up into the warmer V of her inner vulva ... and found 
the tiny clitoris. Betty's eyes blinked fast. He rubbed the pinhead of flesh 
until it stiffened gradually and the small groove became wet and slippery. 
He smiled. 

Betty was wriggling on the seat. Her face was flushed and she was playing 
with his cock again, squeezing and jerking the skin up and down with uneven, 
irregular pulls and pushes. 

Gilbert said softly, wheedlingly, "Feels good, doesn't it?" 

She nodded. She squirmed a bit lower on the seat and her hips and lower 
belly were exposed as her dress bunched more at her waist. She spread her 
legs wider. 

"Ever do this to yourself?" 

She glanced up and met his eyes guiltily. She nodded. She was breathing 
through her mouth, her sucker lodged in her left cheek, forgotten for the 
moment. 

He kept on rubbing the tiny, slick nub. He had her near an orgasm. He 
slipped his fingertip lower, to her hymen, and quickly pressed inside, 
through the opening, into her vagina, to the first knuckle. Before she could 
object he withdrew and began massaging her clitoris again. 

She was getting him awfully hot. Her small hand, pulling and hauling on his 
cock, awkward and inefficient, was still effective-with his excitement 
reinforced by his progress in making her hot. 

Betty began to go tense. Her body went rigid. She breathed hoarsely. She 
clutched his cock fiercely, unconscious of her tight grip. 

Gilbert grinned and flicked his fingertip even faster over her pinhead like 
clit. 

For a long moment she was gasping, muscles locked, fixedly watching his hand 
and fingers in her open crotch. 

He poked his finger into her vagina for a second, again, this time further, 
to the second joint, then resumed stroking her clit. 

Betty started to wriggle again, but not urgently. She said, "I had me a good 
one." 

"Good what?" 

"You know ... a 'gasm ... a funny strong feeling ... down inside me there." 
She pointed to her lower belly. She resumed sucking on the sucker which she 
had temporarily forgotten. She giggled. 

He slipped his finger into her vagina. She didn't object. She began jerking 
at his cock again. She said, "If I can make you 'gasm will you give me 
something?" 

"What?" 

"A quarter?" 

"A quarter and the three Mounds bars?" 

"Uh-huh." She pushed and pulled his foreskin up and down over the head of 
his cock. "Will you?" 

"Okay, A quarter when you make me shoot and the candy tomorrow." 

"Okay." She sucked in her lower lip and concentrated on jerking at his cock. 

Gilbert said encouragingly, "That's good. Keep that up ... " It was good. 
The irregular movement and tightly gripping little hand was doing the job! 

He kept his finger in her vagina. He probed gently and widened and loosened 
the opening in her hymen. He wanted to really fingerfuck her sometime ... in 
a week. 

He wasn't really aware of what he wanted. He knew fooling with her at all 
was stupid, dangerous, but something in him wanted it-some twist in his 
makeup, liked playing sex games with a prematurely developed child. 

Besides, she was available, she was easy, and she liked it. He didn't have 
any problem coping with her. Not like older girls. And there was her 
virginity in all areas of sex. That turned him on. That sent a thrill up his 
spine and down into his cock. 

Betty complained, "How long?" 

"Not much ... " He hugged her closer to his side. He took his hand from her 
crotch and sat back. Her little hand was pulling, pulling, pulling. The 
pleasure gathered in small wavelets of sensation. Each push-pull of her hand 
on his hot, rigid cock was a golden stroke. 

He stared at her struggling hand ... at her straining little fingers. He was 
almost- 

She stopped. "I'm tired!" 

"Use your other hand!" 

She did. The grip was different, the stroke was different ... better, a lot 
better, somehow, for some reason. 

Gilbert grunted deep in his chest. He deliberately loosened his gut muscles 
and thigh muscles. The pleasure came like an all-enclosing tide ... a 
frothing, sweep of sensation. Strong! Jesus-strong! 

He spurted and flowed all over her hand. She pulled her hand away. 

"Don't stop, you stupid little bitch!" He grabbed his cock and salvaged what 
he could of the interrupted climax, but the precious golden seconds of peak 
sensation were wasted. 

Betty was puddling up, her eyes brimming. 

"Don't cry." He dug into his pocket and wiped her small hands. "I didn't 
mean to yell at you, Betty, but you shouldn't stop just then. Keep doing it 
until all the white stuff is out or until I tell you to stop." He wiped his 
cock and pants. She watched him put his cock away. She sniffled. She said, 
holding out a hand, "Gimme my quarter." 

Gilbert dug into his other pants pocket for his change. He gave her two 
dimes and a quarter. 

She reached over and patted his soft bulge. "Want me to do it again? I'll do 
it like you said." 

"No, tomorrow. I'll be here with your candy." 

"And a quarter, too." She regarded him with large, crafty, hazel eyes. 

He grinned and nodded. 

She was in the garage, waiting for him, when he came out to work on the car 
again. He winked and patted his shirt pocket where three Mounds bars poked 
up. He unlocked the car and let her climb in. 

She wore dirty white shorts several sizes too big for her, and a colorful 
"Hawaiian" blouse. The shorts were pinned tight at her waist. She was 
barefoot. 

"Gimme." She reached up and grabbed the candy bars from his shirt pocket. 
She tore one open and wolfed the first half bar. 

Gilbert watched her gobble the candy. He knew he couldn't do anything with 
her until she was finished. 

She ate the second bar, too, but more slowly. 

"Why don't you save some for later?" 

"Somebody'll take it. Billy always wants dibsies. Mommy would wanta know 
where I got it." 

"Yeah. You better eat it all while you're here." He unzipped his pants to 
save time and pulled out his cock. He was half hard. 

She watched as she ate. She giggled. Her fingers were getting smeared with 
chocolate. He asked, "Same deal as yesterday?" 

"Okay ... a quarter and ... umm, fudge. A pound of vanilla fudge with lots 
of nuts in it!" 

"Better settle for a quarter pound, honey. You couldn't eat a pound. It 
would make you sick." 

"No, I want a pound!" Her eyes were bright with unreasoning greed. She 
licked her fingers. 

"Okay, okay ... " He shifted toward her. He put his right hand on her bare 
thigh below the loose, too-big leg of the shorts. 

Betty opened her thighs. She put her wet-licked hand on his cock and started 
pulling the skin up and down. "Want me to do it now, like yesterday?" 

He nodded. He got his fingers into the crotch of her shorts and discovered 
she wore no panties. He stroked his fingertips over the chubby-fleshed, 
smooth mound, to the top of her slit. 

He didn't bother with her breasts. 

His cock was rigid. It stuck up out of his pants with dramatic length. Betty 
struggled with it. 

He had a glow in his belly. He rubbed the lips of her slit and she opened 
her thighs further. The lips pouted slightly. He eased a fingertip inside to 
tender, pink wetness and warmth. 

He easily, quickly, found her tiny clit. He began caressing it, working the 
slippery wetness over the pinhead of hardening flesh. He dipped his finger 
lower, to her vagina, and found a small accumulation of the slippery 
secretion. 

Betty squirmed a bit. "Feels nice." 

He nodded. She was getting the hang of gripping his cock correctly with her 
small hand. Her fingertips were positioned just right to pressure the 
sensitive dorsal area as she pumped the skin up and down. 

Gilbert thought he could make her into quite an accomplished little lover 
... if his small change held out. 

He slid his finger into her vagina slowly, slowly, exploring the walls, 
seeking the end of the tight, hot channel. 

"Why are you poking in me there?" 

"To see how far in you go." He had the finger in her all the way. No limit. 
She was developed, all right. He slid his finger out and began working on 
her slit. 

"I like that better." 

He was curious about her mother. "Does your mother ever do things like this 
with her boyfriends?" 

"Sure. I seen her and them. They didn't know it, though. I peeked." She 
giggled. 

"What did they do?" 

"All kinds of things. Fucking mostly. Mommy likes to fuck. She likes big 
ones like you got." 

"You watch them in the bedroom?" 

"No ... " Betty sighed at his ignorance. "Us kids sleep in the bedroom. 
Mommy sleeps in the front room on a bed that comes up outa the sitting 
place-the big, long chair by the window." 

"The couch-the sofa." 

"Uh-huh. They do fucking there. Mommy puts us to bed and closes the door, 
but I open it up and peek a lot." 

Betty wriggled her rump on the seat cushion as Gilbert got her hot and 
bothered. She twisted around and changed hands on his cock. "Your pee-pee is 
hard to do when it's real stiff like now." 

"Umm. How do you know your mother likes big ones?" 

"She said so. She was playing with one, one night, when I was peeking at 
them and she said it." 

"Was it bigger than mine?" Gilbert had half an idea to get to know Betty's 
mother. 

"I don't know. I couldn't see it up close." 

He slid his middle finger into Betty's slit and got the fingertip slippery. 
He had the loose leg opening of her shorts pushed over to expose her 
hairless pussy. He sank his finger deep and probed for the end of her 
vagina. 

He had big hands and long fingers. Little Betty could take a man! It was 
just a question of getting her opened up more, and used to thickness. He 
resumed wet-rubbing her clit. 

He asked, "Does your mother ever suck her boyfriends off?" 

Betty shook her head. "She said it was nasty. One of them asked her to and 
she said she would never do it." Betty added, "I won't either." 

Gilbert rubbed her clit faster. She was breathing fast, little puffs of 
candy-flavored breath. Her thighs twitched and closed on his hand and wrist. 
She was flushed and her body was tightening with the surge of pleasure of 
her orgasm. 

Gilbert's own peak was close, too. Her hand speeded desperately. 

He closed his eyes. He slipped his thumb down into her wet groove and eased 
a finger into her vagina. His thumb rotated on her clit. 

He felt her leg muscles tense. She was getting that childlike hoarseness in 
her fast breathing he had noticed before when she came. 

She shifted to her other hand and was suddenly pumping his cock as fast as 
she could. He groaned and hissed through his teeth. The intense pleasure 
coiled and broke in his loins. 

In that frantic moment he kept his thumb pressing in small circles on the 
stiffened little pencil tip of her clitoris. And he pushed a second finger 
into her vagina. Her hips jerked but she only gasped a bit louder, and her 
hand squeezed his cock as hard as it could for a second. 

That squeeze was the trigger. A giant fist closed in his belly and he 
spurted violently. He grunted as if in pain and plunged his two fingers in 
and out of her vagina. 

She kept pumping until he told her to quit. Semen was all over her hand. It 
oozed off onto his fly. 

He took his hand from her and pulled a clean rag from his pocket. He handed 
it to her. "Wipe off." 

Betty said, "You hurt me with your finger." 

"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time." 

He felt drained, bored with her. He decided not to buy her a full pound of 
fudge. The little whore! 

He brought a half a pound of fudge out to the car the next day. Betty wasn't 
waiting for him. He fiddled with the radio for an hour, then went back into 
the house. He ate the fudge-all of it-that night. 

The next day he glanced out of the window and saw her playing in the 
next-door backyard. He went out to the garage. 

She saw him and sneaked into the car a few minutes later. "I couldn't come 
yesterday. Mommy took us all to the zoo. We saw all the animals. Elephants 
and everything." Her hazel eyes were big with wonder and memory. "And 
lions!" 

She wore dirty blue jeans and a clean boy's T-shirt. Her small breasts moved 
and jiggled loosely. Her nipples were faintly visible as tiny bumps. She 
wore plastic sandals on her dirty feet. 

Betty looked expectant. "Did you get my fudge?" She put a small warm hand on 
his thigh. 

"I had it and I ate it. I'll get you some more." 

"No ... give me some money. Give me a dollar." 

"What for?" 

"For last time. And give me a dollar for today." She was very sure of 
herself, very positive. 

"You're getting awfully expensive." He frowned. "What do I get for all that 
money?" 

Betty unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and skinned them down her childlike 
hips and thighs to her knees. There were no panties. "I'll let you do 
anything you want." 

"Huh." He slid his hand under her T-shirt to her breasts. Each breast was a 
warm, soft handful. He molded the flesh. "How about you digging out my 
cock?" 

"Okay." She used both hands to work at his pants. A moment later she was 
pulling and pushing his cock with unknowing skill. Betty volunteered, "I 
watched mommy and a man last night. He gave her some money." 

"Oh, yeah? She's charging for it?" 

"She climbed on top and sat on his pee-pee. It was a big one like this one. 
She liked it. She bounced up and down a long time." 

"You want to sit on mine?" 

"I'm too young to fuck." 

"Try it. You might be surprised. You might not be too young." 

Betty looked doubtfully at his stiff cock. She touched a finger to the smear 
of secretion at the tip. "It'll hurt." 

"If it hurts too much you can stop." Gilbert put his hand between her 
thighs. He touched her naked pussy lips. He pressed gently and she opened 
her plump legs. He worked his finger in. 

She squirmed as he tickled her clitoris. She decided, "Maybe I will. Will 
you do me like that when I do it?" 

"Sure." A bright lust flared in his guts. He pressed two fingers into her. 
She didn't bat an eye. But it felt tight. His cock was as thick as three or 
four fingers. 

Betty toed off her sandals and artlessly tugged off her jeans. "You better 
give me the two dollars first." 

"Is that what your mother tells her boyfriends?" 

"She said twenty "last night." Betty was impressed. 

Gilbert dug two one-dollar bills from his pocket. He wondered if it- was 
worth it. He cursed himself in his mind. 

Betty pushed the crumpled notes into one of her jeans' pockets. She got up 
on her knees on the seat. Her hips and legs were pale ivory. Her mound was a 
rounded, plump triangle, grooved between her legs by her pink-lipped child's 
vulva. She said, "Show me how." 

"Didn't you see your mother do it?" He pulled her leg over his lap. She was 
in a straddling position, facing him. 

Gilbert kissed her. He sent his tongue into her sweet young mouth. 

Betty giggled. She pulled her lips away. "That tickled." 

"That's the way your mother kisses her men friends." He put his hand between 
her naked legs and speared a finger up into her vagina. He rotated his thumb 
on her clit. He kissed her again. 

Betty put her arms around his neck. Her breathing changed. Her rump became 
restless. She pressed closer to him. His cock brushed against her smooth, 
white belly. She soon got used to tongue kissing. She became enthusiastic. 

Gilbert pushed a second finger up into her and fingerfucked her slowly. His 
thumb kept moving. Betty was panting lightly. "I like what you're doing." 

"Try sitting on my cock now." 

She looked down and raised up. He took his fingers out of her and positioned 
the head of his cock against her moist slit. "Just a minute." He used both 
thumbs to pull the vulva open. Wet pinkness appeared. "Now press down." 

Betty pressed. Her weight set his cock head firmly against the opening of 
her vagina. "It's too big." 

"Try ... " He stared down intently. He set his thumb against the splayed 
vulva and rubbed the slick, sensitive pinhead near the top of the groove. 

Betty's big eyes narrowed in concentration. Her lips pressed together. She 
wriggled down on his cock. Her breath caught. "Ohh ... " 

The head was in her! The ring of muscles at the entrance of her vagina was 
tight, but the head of his cock was in her! The straining muscles were 
spasming. It felt glorious. 

He wanted to pull her down further, to drive up into her belly! But he 
gritted his teeth and did nothing. 

Betty whimpered and lifted off the blunt impalement. "It hurt too much." 

He nodded. There was a film of sweat on his brow. "Just jack me off now. We 
can try it again next time. You have to get used to it and get stretched." 

"It hurt." She settled down onto the seat beside him. She struggled back 
into her jeans. She left them open. She automatically reached for his cock 
and started to pump him. 

"But it was worth a dollar, wasn't it?" 

"I guess so." She smiled and pushed the dollar bills deeper into the pocket. 
She pushed a dirty hanky in on top of them. 

A moment later Gilbert cupped his hands over his cock as she energetically 
jacked him to a gasping climax. Semen spurted up against his palms. 

He leaned loosely back in the seat. 

"Want me to be here again tomorrow?" She was zipping up her jeans, "I'm 
broke. Better make it five days from now." 

"Oh, you can owe me, I'll trust you," She smiled a little girl smile ... not 
quite yet a whore's smile. 

Gilbert nodded. "Okay. Tomorrow, if you're not too sore." 

She showed up. She slipped in through the barely open garage doors and 
waved. She had a cheap box of chocolates. 

When she climbed up on the seat next to him, Gilbert asked, "Buy that with 
the money I gave you?" 

She nodded, "Um-hmm," opened the box and popped a liquid-center chocolate 
into her mouth. The syrup dribbled down her chin. She wiped it away with the 
back of a sticky hand. 

"How did you explain the money?" 

"I told mommy I found it on the floor in the store. She made me buy a pair 
of socks with some of it." 

Gilbert watched her enjoy the chocolate. Her eyes were half-closed with 
sugary delight. Her mouth was smeared with chocolate. Half the chocolates 
were gone. 

"That must have cost about three bucks." 

"I guess so." 

A weird, jealous thought came to him-she was getting money from somebody 
else, too! The little slut! 

He waited impatiently. His cock itched. It was crowding his shorts, trying 
to straighten itself from a doubled-over position. He unzipped and pulled it 
free. 

He said, "If I smear this with a chocolate, will you eat it off?" 

"No!" She put the box of chocolates on the far side of the seat by the door, 
away from his reach. "They're mine!" 

"Get your jeans off, then. We haven't got all day." 

She forced another big chocolate into her mouth and then wriggled down her 
jeans. 

Naked from the waist down, she straddled him. "You have to make me wet 
first." 

"I know." He had his hands on her bare butt. He cupped the smooth cheeks. He 
ran his hands up her back, under her T-shirt and around to her breasts. He 
pinched her little nipples gently. They grew firm, but not much more in 
size. 

Betty asked, "Don't you want to kiss me like last time?" She stuck out her 
tongue. "I like it that way now." 

"Who else have you kissed that way?" 

Her eyes shifted. "Nobody." She looked down at his hard cock. She pretended 
concentration as she grabbed it with both hands and began pumping the skin. 

He was pretty sure she was playing little whore games with somebody else. He 
said, "Let's try it today with you facing the other way-facing front." The 
idea of kissing her chocolatey mouth turned him off. 

She shrugged. She turned around. She settled down and his cock stuck up 
between her spread-open thighs. She giggled and jacked him that way, "It 
looks like it's mine!" 

Gilbert roamed his hands up and down her body. One hand drifted on silken 
skin down to her mound. He insinuated a finger into the lips. He lightly 
stroked the easily found clit. 

His other hand caressed her soft, warm breasts, her stomach and belly, then 
her breasts again. 

She relaxed against him. Her short, stringy blonde hair smelled sour. 

It didn't take long to get her hot; she writhed in his arms as he probed two 
fingers in and out of her vagina while tapping her clitoris with a fingertip 
of his other hand. 

Betty was fast approaching orgasm. She began to tense. Her small hands 
plucked faster at his cock. 

Gilbert said in her ear, "Okay, raise up. Let's see how much we can get in 
this time." 

She obeyed. He put his cock in position by fee!. She made a little grunting 
sound as the glans popped through the tight ring of entrance muscles. She 
grabbed the steering wheel to keep from taking more of his thick length. 
"Hurts." 

Gilbert got his fingertip on her clitoris again. He slithered it in small 
circles. "Don't lift off yet. Just hold it like you are." 

She let him have his way. She hovered, penetrated but not wholly taken. Her 
gripping muscles slowly loosened a bit. Her breathing became fast and 
hoarse. She began to tense with pleasure. She wriggled and squirmed on his 
cock. She knowingly or unknowingly took more of him. Her boyish, narrow hips 
began to undulate as if her body-mind was ready for true fucking. 

Gilbert rubbed her clitoris faster and faster. He whispered in her ear: 
"Lower ... let yourself down lower ... " 

Betty was panting. Her legs were trembling. She had almost half his cock in 
her. She was actually fucking up and down on it. 

Gilbert was in a frustrated heaven. She was so deliciously hot and tight as 
she jerked in small, erratic moves on his glans and the two inches or so 
that was in her. 

He wanted to sink it all in! His cock had to be completely buried in that 
spasming, velvet fist! He was gasping, too. 

But then Setty's orgasm faded and the pain of her distension came keen and 
sharp through the dimming pleasure. She whimpered and struggled to get off. 

He held her for a second, then let her go. He grated, "Finish me! Jack me 
off! Quick!" 

She winced as she changed position. She complained, "I had almost all of it, 
but it hurt too much!" 

He nodded impatiently. His cock was throbbing, tingling, demanding release. 

She sat carefully on the rough old upholstery and reached blindly for his 
cock while she looked the other way to pick out a chocolate. 

With her mouth full of creamy chocolate filling, Betty closed her left hand 
around his cock and started pumping. She was getting very good at it. 

Gilbert clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as the intense pleasure 
fountained semen over his pants and her hand. He didn't give a damn; they 
were old work pants, dirty, soiled already. It. was a very good orgasm, but 
he felt cheated. 

Before she left, again dressed, with her box of chocolates, Betty said, 
"Don't forget my dollar!" 

"Be here on Monday and you'll get your dollar and another one, too." 

"Okay. And I bet I can get it all in me next time, too." 

"Double or nothing?" 

"What does that mean?" 

"If you do get it all in and fuck me that way, I pay you three dollars all 
together." 

"Sure!" She waved as she went out through the garage doors. 

Gilbert sighed and felt empty and dirty and contemptible. 

Gilbert didn't masturbate in the intervening days. He wanted to have a full 
charge, a high lust, when she climbed onto him again. 

He managed to borrow enough money to keep the date. He was sitting in the 
back seat of his car watching the barely ajar doors of the garage, checking 
his watch, fuming because she was late -he had been waiting for over an 
hour-when Betty slipped into the warm gloom and pulled the garage doors 
shut. 

She saw him in the back seat. She climbed in beside him. She wore a new, 
clean yellow dress, and new unscuffed white shoes. Her hair was brushed and 
clean, with a green ribbon. 

"What happened to you? New clothes?" 

She nodded happily. "Mommy bought them for me. She got a lot of money from 
her men, Saturday and Sunday." 

"I'll bet. Did you watch?" 

Betty nodded and giggled. "They caught me. Mommy was mad but the man wanted 
to see me. He wanted to see me naked. He told mommy he'd give her ten 
dollars more. So she told me to come and take off my nightie." 

"So you did." 

Betty nodded and giggled. "I stood up real close to him and he patted my 
boobies." She patted her breasts with both hands. "I got a hold of his 
pee-pee but mommy slapped my hand away. They had an argument. He wanted to 
play with me and let me play with him. He said he'd give her twenty dollars 
extra!" 

Gilbert pulled Betty closer to him. He moved his hand under her dress and 
found she was wearing panties. "Take these off." 

Betty obeyed as she continued to tell about her adventure. She pushed her 
panties to her ankles. "Finally mommy let me stay and watch if he only 
played with my boobies and if I didn't play-with his pee-pee. He called it 
his 'prick.' 

"So you watched him fuck your mother, huh?" Gilbert lifted her legs and 
pulled her panties (lemon yellow ones) from her shoes. 

"Uh-humh. But he did something funny to her first. He put his head right 
down between her legs and licked her ... what he called her 'cunt.' He 
licked right inside ... where you rub me, you know." 

"Yeah." Gilbert got his fingertip into Betty's vulva. "Right there." He 
tickled her clit, "Umm ... yes. He kissed there, with his tongue!" 

"I guess she liked it, hmm?" 

"She moaned a lot. And she didn't really want me to see, but he was paying, 
so she let me. His pee-pee got awfully big and hard and I touched it when 
she wasn't looking. He liked that." Betty giggled and squirmed as Gilbert 
hooked his finger deep into her vagina. "Umm, rub me more." 

"Rub me!" 

Betty started to open his pants. When she unzipped him she saw he hadn't 
worn underwear. She asked why not. Gilbert pushed his pants down to his 
knees. He told her it was to make sex easier. 

His cock flopped stiffly on his hip, jerking with the pound of blood as it 
grew longer and longer. It crept sideways, angling up onto his belly. 

Betty watched it. "I never saw it all like this, all naked. It's awfully 
big." Her hazel eyes were wide. She touched his scrotum. She poked a finger 
at his testicles. One of them stirred. She giggled. 

Gilbert asked, "Think you can get ail this inside you for the extra dollar?" 

"Mommy gets twenty for doing it." 

"But you're not a grown woman yet, you're just learning, so you have to ask 
less." 

"I guess so ... but that man would have paid me twenty dollars. He said so." 

"We made a deal, Betty!" His voice carried an edge of imminent rage. 

She heard it. "I know it. Okay." To placate him she began playing with his 
hard on. Her hand seemed very small on his cock. 

He urged her to sit on his lap, sideways, with his cock sticking up between 
her legs. He got a gut-tightening kick from that sight: his length reached 
up two or three inches above the top of her thighs. The head throbbed gently 
just below her belly button. 

His throat tightened at the thought of getting up in her that far. He moved 
his hand up under her dress to her breasts. "Did you like it when the man 
played with these?" 

"A little bit. He was kinda rough, though. He squeezed too hard." 

Gilbert fondled her gently. "Did your mother have an orgasm from the man's 
licking and kissing her cunt?" 

"I think so. She acted like it Then she sat on him and fucked him;" 

"How about you sitting on me now?" 

"Rub me down there some more. Make me feel funny inside. Then I will." 

Gilbert slid his left hand down between her legs. He had to shift her away 
from his cock a bit, to have room. He found her vulva slippery and hot. Her 
clit was a tiny, firm button. He rubbed it fast and with light pressure. 

Betty wriggled her naked buttocks on his bare leg and put her arms around 
his neck. "Feels He kept it up, kissed her on the mouth and darted his 
tongue between her warm, open lips. She was eager for it. 

His cock jerked against the back of his hand as he diddled her. His erection 
was almost painful. 

In a moment Betty was writhing against his hand and was pushing her tongue 
into his mouth, playing sweet games. 

Gilbert got so hot he couldn't get enough air. He pressed his face against 
her neck and hair. He filled his starved lungs. He flicked his fingertip 
faster and faster on her wet clitoris. His other hand caressed her back 
under her dress. 

Betty was breathing quickly, her arms tightened around his neck. He detected 
the telltale pleasure-tension of an approaching climax. 

He plunged two fingers into her vagina. She opened her thighs. He bunched 
three fingers and pushed them halfway into her. She was wet and dilated. 
Ready for his cock. 

He whispered, "Now, honey. Straddle-facing me this time-and we'll get it all 
in this time." 

She was breathing hoarsely, mouth open. Her child's face was flushed with 
arousal. Her eyes were dull, unfocused. 

She did as he said. Her wet slit touched the head of his cock and easily 
spread open for it. She willingly pressed down and took the head and half 
the shaft into herself with a gasping, squirming move. 

"That's it, Betty. It's easier this time, isn't it?" His cock was lodged in 
her cunt now, being forced up into her tight, virginal channel. He was 
gasping with excitement. He watched her face as more and more cock entered 
her and the head penetrated further and further up into her belly. 

Her face seemed to slowly wrinkle as she frowned, clenched her eyes shut, 
tightened her mouth and drew her chin down to her chest. High= pitched, 
pained "Ummm's" sounded in her throat. 

Gilbert was gasping raggedly. He was near to coming just from the slow, 
exquisitely hot, tight entry. 

He whispered, "Just a little bit more, honey. You can do it. You can do it. 
Then you'll be a real woman, all grown-up." 

The head of his cock was like a sensitive probe. It was an incredible 
distance into her. She had all but an inch of cock sticking into her. 

Betty rose and fell on the big club that was bludgeoning in her belly. She 
pressed lower and lower ... and finally ... finally ... the wet, distended 
lips of her vulva touched his thatch of pubic hair, and then crushed down 
hard as she shuddered with the full engorgement. 

Gilbert was almost delirious with lust. His cock felt like it was in the 
grip of a scalding, juicy throat! "Beautiful, honey. You did it! Don't cry. 
It hurts the first time, but-Now fuck it, Betty. Fuck my big cock! Up and 
down ... up and down." He got his hands under her buttocks and lifted and 
let her weight carry her down onto his rigid meat. 

He groaned at that first long stroke. "Jesus-" He gripped her ass and lifted 
again. He shifted one hand to her waist and dug in his fingers to urge her 
down onto the long white pole that would dig up into her guts. 

Betty whimpered, "I want to get off!" 

"Not yet-God, not yet!" He lifted her and pulled her down again. The stroke 
of her cunt around his cock was a golden caress, too sharp and powerful to 
be described. His cock jerked in her and he couldn't stop the coming, the 
mind-shattering eruption, the burning-sweet spurting that followed. Gilbert 
frantically lifted her and pulled her down-twice more, three times-his heart 
shaking him, his arms bulging, his breath a storm in his lungs and throat. 
He was blind to everything but the sensations of lust. 

Then it was over and his arms dropped away. He laid his head on the seatback 
and sucked air. 

Betty gingerly raised up off him. She dribbled semen from her gaping vulva. 
She fumbled in his pants pockets and found a handkerchief. She wiped herself 
tenderly. Tears were drying on her cheeks. 

Gilbert watched with disinterested eyes. "Wipe me, too, honey." 

"I want my money." 

He pulled out his wallet and gave her three one-dollar bills. He pulled up 
his pants as she pulled up her panties. 

He put a hand on her thigh. "How about tomorrow?" 

"I hurt inside. I don't want to do it again for a while." 

"You can jack me off. Give you a big box of candy bars." 

She made a face. "I want ... I want five dollars." 

"Listen, honey, it isn't worth five bucks, even if I had it." 

"And you can't stick your big pee-pee up in me again unless you give me 
twenty dollars." 

Gilbert laughed. "Like mother, like daughter." 

"I mean it." 

"Okay, so you mean it. But I can't afford you anymore, honey. I don't have 
that kind of money to throw away on cunt. Even your nice tight one." 

"Then I won't come in here to your car anymore. I really mean it." 

"I believe you." He zipped up and got out of the back seat. He left the 
garage. 

Gilbert saw her in a lot of new dresses after that. Then the family moved 
away. He never saw her again, but the landlady told him, before the move, of 
the increasing numbers of men visitors to the house next door late at night. 
Well-dressed men. 

He consoled himself with the knowledge that he had had Betty first ... at a 
bargain rate. 

Gilbert's behavior falls within the concept of deviant behavior, as defined 
by many therapists. Many maintain that the deviate act may or may not elicit 
guilt feelings. In Gilbert's case, it apparently did at times. Most 
therapists would subscribe to the view that at the moment his excitement is 
most intense, the deviate's impulse is something he wants to do for 
pleasure. This is evident in Gilbert's case. 

Chapter Three: Sondra 

An interviewer, for whatever purpose, soon develops a keen ear for the lie, 
the half-truth? the exaggeration ... and a finely tuned knowledge of 
character and personality through constant contact with various kinds of 
people. 

I have been interviewing people regarding their sex lives for a few years 
now, and have talked casually about sex and themselves with many dozens of 
others. 

I soon learned to read between the lines; a word, a phrase, a shrug, an 
expression at a certain time ... all can speak volumes. 

So when I talked with Jonni about her life with her femme, May, and the 
subject veered to May's twelve-year-old daughter, who had suddenly run away 
the month before our conversation, I sensed a deeper story from Jonni's 
telltale tension and subtle alterations of tone and voice pitch. 

Jonni "had no idea" why the girl, Sondra, had disappeared. When I asked what 
the girl looked like, Jonni said she was "an overdeveloped, ungrateful 
little bitch!" 

Gradually, through body language, hints, key words and looks, and from what 
I knew of Jonni, I pieced that hidden story together. 

To many, it may seem perverted, but it is an all-too-human story of 
compulsion and seduction. 

Jonni is a white lesbian who lives with May, a young divorced mulatto woman. 
As the "man" of the family, Jonni dresses as much like a man as she can and 
is known in the gay bars as a "stomp-er"-aggressive, ready to fight to prove 
her manhood, and woman-crazy. 

Somehow, Jonni's wives don't stay with her very long-a few months at best. 
But May had stayed with her for four months at the time of Sondra's leaving. 

One other critical factor is known about Jonni: She's a lesbian who prefers 
to use a dildoe on her woman. Jonni loved to talk about her prowess with 
strap-on dildoes. She has a collection of them which she showed me ... and 
how much her women enjoyed their use on them. She is obsessed with "being a 
man" that way. 

I also met and talked with May. She is a tall, voluptuous woman with skin 
the color of creamy chocolate and with startling, light brown eyes. If you 
can imagine electric brown eyes, you know what I mean. 

May said her daughter was just like herself in looks-same eyes, same 
straight black hair, same body, but shorter and with a shade darker skin and 
a wider, more negroid nose, because Sondra's father had been black. 

May is prejudiced against Negroes darker than herself and constantly 
regretted lowering herself by marrying a "black" man. 

She is content with Jonni and doesn't realize that Jonni was the cause of 
Sondra's leaving. 

There were pictures in Jonni's apartment of May and Sondra. I studied one 
such as we talked. Both were in brief, bright green bikinis on the beach. 

Sondra, at twelve, is quite voluptuous. I can well understand why Jonni was 
irresistibly attracted to the child and why what happened almost had to 
happen, given the people involved and the circumstances. 

I have reconstructed in narrative form what occurred between Jonni and 
Sondra. It is an interesting lesson in the psychology of the obsessive 
lesbian. 

Jonni fucked May with her mind half on Sondra, who was maybe sleeping, maybe 
listening in the living room, just beyond the doorway, just beyond the thin 
wall. 

Jonni wore the big strap-on double dildoe this time, a double-ended, 
fourteen-inch, soft plastic cock that was sunk six inches into her own cunt 
and was curved to send all the rest into May. And May was taking it, too. 
Groaning softly from the vigorous, seemingly endless penetrations. 

Jonni was proud of her ability to fuck her women for long, long stretches at 
a time. She had trained herself by exercising for hours, by toughening her 
back and thigh muscles, by building up incredible stamina and endurance. 

She loved to fuck a woman and make that woman into a believer! And now May 
was whispering those words Jonni loved to hear: "Oh, darling, you're so good 
... so great ... ohhhh, you're better than any man." 

Jonni kept on flexing her body, kept on sinking the artificial cock deep 
into May's belly. Each time she hit bottom, with each thrust, the six inches 
of cock in her own slot moved and wobbled -a weird sensation. 

Jonni wanted Sondra to know-again-what a good time her mother was having, 
how good a lover was her lover, how great it was to be fucked by Jonni. 

Jonni wanted May to get lathered up good and let go and howl when she spent, 
when that orgasm burst in her guts and exploded in her mind. That was 
Jonni's reward ... and in this case her advertisement. 

For Jonni was helplessly attracted to Sondra. It was all she could do to 
keep her hands off the girl while May was out shopping or whatever. Jonni 
knew she couldn't resist forever. Sondra was the sexiest little doll Jonni 
had ever seen. Just that night the girl had come flouncing out of the 
bathroom naked as a skinned cat. 

Sondra's breasts were big, heavy, exuberant, brown melons, as big as her 
mother's but still firm, still without the inevitable sag of time, without 
the inevitable stretch marks that gravity imposed and soft muscles 
permitted. 

Sondra's waist was tiny. There was not an ounce of real fat on her, and her 
hips were still slim, not yet matured to the full depth and width of a 
woman's pelvis. Her V was only lightly fuzzed with kinky pubic hair. Her 
legs were perfectly shaped; rounded, tapering thighs, ideally contoured 
calves, thin ankles, dainty feet. 

Jonni had been sitting in the kitchenette, reading a novel about lesbians, 
and had looked up and seen Sondra traipse over to her bed to put on her 
pajamas, and a twisting knot of want had churned in her stomach. 

And so Jonni fucked May fast and hard and wondered if little, lush Sondra 
was listening and wondering if getting fucked with a dildoe was as good as 
it sounded. 

Because May was beginning to lose control; she was jerking her cunt up and 
down to meet Jonni's plunges, she was working her big ass in ecstatic 
grinding circles as the long, imitation cock was thrust up into her spasming 
cunt. 

And this corkscrewing motion on May's part created a similar, reversed 
movement to that portion of the double dildoe in Jonni's cunt. 

It was a weird feeling for Jonni, that twisting side-to-side, up-and-down 
bulky presence in her belly, but she had never had an orgasm from it, Her 
only orgasms came from a prolonged, fierce, almost savage rubbing of her 
clitoris , ... most often by her own hand in the privacy of the bathroom. 

But she wondered if she might not have an orgasm, a psychic orgasm at 
least-an intense mind-thrill-if she could ever fuck Sondra with this lovely 
double dildoe. 

Could the girl take eight inches of thick rubber cock? Sure, once she was 
broken in to it. If May could, Sondra could. That sweet virginal cunt was 
waiting for it, was ripe for it! Sondra's first fuck had to be with Jonni! 
She'd never forget it! 

May interrupted the erotic flow of Jonni's thoughts by clutching Jonni's 
sweaty back and panting loudly, "Harderrr ... fuck me harderrrr." 

Jonni wished she were wearing the biggest dildoe in her collection-the ten 
incher! It snapped onto the post on the other harness and hung down nearly 
to her knees. That cock would give May the thrill of a lifetime, but May was 
afraid of it. 

Jonni fucked May harder, with long, powerful arcs of her solidly muscled 
buttocks and thighs. She slapped her vulva against May's, sending the dildoe 
as deep as possible into both their cunts. 

At this time she did feel small jolting flashes of sensation from those 
impacts, but it wasn't enough to build toward an orgasm for her. 

May was going crazy-moaning, babbling loudly in half-words, shipping her 
loins in a frenzy of climactic lust. 

Jonni was sending a thought-message to Sondra who was sleeping on the 
hide-a-bed in the next room: See how your mother loves it, baby? Doesn't it 
sound like fun? Wouldn't you like to try it, too? Aren't you curious? 

The apartment was a crackerbox. She knew Sondra could hear her mother 
climaxing ... could hear the creak of the bed ... and knew what was causing 
it. There were no secrets. Sondra had seen all of Jonni's dildoes. 

The first irresistible opportunity to make a play for Sondra came a few days 
later. May had to go downtown to the welfare office for a compulsory 
interview ... something to do with her eligibility and an adjustment of the 
money allowed her for Sondra on ADC. 

Of course the welfare people didn't know the woman May shared an apartment 
with was a dyke. When the social worker came around, Jonni was either out or 
quickly put on a dress and acted disgustingly straight. 

Sondra was sprawled on the floor, doing homework, when Jonni came home. 
Jonni drove a cab. 

Sondra wore a minijumper over a dark green top. She lay on her stomach with 
her lovely legs spread. Her crotch showed. She wore cheap white panties. 

Jonni got a hot sensation in her belly. She stared at the girl for a minute, 
then went into the bedroom to change. She came out a moment later wearing a 
red lounge suit. She sat on the floor beside Sondra. "Baby, I have to ask 
you something." 

Sondra looked up expectantly. Her bright brown eyes seemed very wise. 
"What?" She was actually as beautiful, in her more negroid way, as her 
mother. Her large, round breasts were like firm pillows against the old 
carpet. 

Jonni said, "I guess you hear May and me making it at night, don't you?" 

Sex happened maybe twice a week. 

"I guess so." Sondra looked back to her school-work. She fiddled with her 
pencil. 

"Do you think it's wrong?" 

The girl shrugged, not meeting Jonni's eyes, "I don't know. If she likes 
it." 

Jonni nodded. "I treat you and May nice, don't I?" 

"Yes." 

"Then you ought to be nice to me, too." 

Wary. "How?" 

"Well you lay over onto your back and I'll show you." 

"I don't want you trying what you do to mom." 

"I won't. I promise. I just want to touch you a little bit. You're a 
beautiful girl, Sondra. You've got a beautiful little body. There's nothing 
wrong with me appreciating it a little bit. You can let me do that, after 
all I've done for you and May." 

"Just so you don't try to use any of those rubber things." Sondra pushed her 
loose-leaf binder and school books aside and rolled over onto her back. 
"What are you going to do?" Sondra was tense and afraid. She lay with her 
hands clenched at her sides. 

Jonni edged closer. She reached out and put her hand on the girl's stomach. 
She let it lie there and she said, "I had a funny fare today in my taxi ... 
" 

Jonni told the story and made Sondra laugh. The girl relaxed and Jonni idly 
rubbed the girl's stomach through her clothes. 

After ten minutes of stories about odd customers, after widening the 
strokings of her hand to the large globes of the girl's breasts and to the 
deep V of her crotch, Jonni suggested, "Let's take off some of your clothes, 
why don't we." 

"You want me to get naked?" 

Jonni nodded, her throat tight. 

"Promise you'll only just do what you've been doing? Just rub me?" 

"Promise." 

"It kind of feels good, rubbing like that" Sondra sat up and permitted Jonni 
to undo her jumper and pull it down to her waist, and lifted herself to 
allow it to be pulled past her hips and down her legs. 

Jonni's hands shook as she pulled the green top up and exposed Sondra's 
large round breasts in their cheap white bra cups. 

Sondra raised her arms and Jonni pulled the garment up and off. 

Sondra sat in bra and panties, a luscious brown virgin, aware of her too 
well developed body, almost afraid of it, afraid of Jonni. 

Sondra asked, knowing the answer, "All naked?" 

Jonni nodded, unable to speak. She was breathing irregularly. 

Sondra pouted and hesitated. She looked searchingly into Jonni's eyes, then 
reached awkwardly behind her back to undo her bra hooks. 

Jonni managed., "Let me." She shifted to behind the girl and coped with the 
tight straps that were indented into Sondra's mouth, buttery-brown flesh, 
"You can lay back now." 

Sondra grabbed a pillow from the nearby hide-a-bed sofa and fell back with 
it clutched tight under her neck and head. She giggled and flopped. Her 
loose bra had slipped aside. The big cups were awry and both high-mounded 
breasts were exposed. Sondra lay breathing fast, watching Jonni. She wet her 
full lips. She said, "You're breathing funny." 

Jonni whispered, "So are you." She smiled. Her face felt stiff and 
unnatural. She deliberately delayed touching the girl's large, perfect brown 
breasts. 

The girl lay waiting while Jonni stared. 

"Aren't you going to do anything?" 

Jonni pulled the bra away. She said, astonished and delighted, "Your nipples 
are larger than May's." 

"I know. That means I should nurse my babies a lot, doesn't it?" 

"I don't think so. I don't think it means anything. Why mess around with men 
and have children ?" Jonni put a trembling hand on Sondra's right breast. 
She closed her eyes. Her breath caught. 

The deep flesh was so warm and firm! She caressed the breast with knowing 
skill, tracing with her fingertip enticing patterns around and over the 
stiffening nipple ... and lightly running her fingers and palm over and 
around the full, velvety, globular mound. 

Her other hand went to Sondra's other breast. Jonni kept her eyes closed. 
She enjoyed to the fullest the touching. She whispered, "Do you like it, 
Sondra? Do you like it?" 

"Umm-hmmm." 

Jonni thrilled to the answer. She ached to do more ... but she had to go 
slow. She caressed the girl's breasts for long moments, stroking the 
prominent nipples to puffed sensitivity. She opened her eyes and noted 
Sondra's quick breathing, her parted lips, her beginning restlessness, her 
slight flush. Sondra's eyes were now closed. 

Jonni breathed, "Little darling, I'm going to kiss you." 

Sondra did not say no. 

Jonni leaned over and touched her mouth to Sondra's dry, hot lips. Sondra 
did not turn her head. Her eyelashes fluttered. 

Jonni held the light kiss, the innocent, marginal, uninvolving kiss, for 
long seconds measured by her thudding heart ... and by the feel of Sondra's 
fast heartbeat under her left breast. 

Jonni brushed her lips over Sondra's high forehead, pecked her nose, her 
cheeks, then kissed the pulsing hollow of the girl's throat. She was lured 
back to those wide, soft, full, parted lips. She kissed Sondra more firmly, 
more sensually. 

The girl made a sound in her throat but didn't resist. Her lush, yielding 
mouth opened more and responded. 

Jonni shivered with joy. She caressed the large, perfect brown breasts and 
deepened the sweet, intoxicating kiss. She moved her mouth erotically, 
excitingly, over the girl's mouth ... and then was unable to resist using 
her tongue to lick the girl's glowing lips, around the full contours, in to 
the inner surfaces. 

Jonni's nostrils flared as her suddenly hungry lungs needed air. She moaned 
softly to herself, and sought Sondra's tongue .,. and with her hand explored 
the smooth-skinned path under the girl's panties to the plump mound, and 
clown into the hot juncture of the full thighs to the vulva's lips- those 
intimate, lower lips she wanted to kiss and lick and enter! 

Sondra writhed and twisted in minor objection, tightened her thighs, but did 
not break the kiss. She finally lay restlessly passive as the kiss deepened 
and became all flickering tongue and wet, warm, moving lips. 

Jonni insinuated her hand deeper into the girl's hot, moist crotch, and her 
fingers pressed in tiny, provocative pressures against the gradually puffing 
vulva lips. 

Sondra pulled her mouth sideways and took several deep breaths. "I couldn't 
breathe," Her hands were relaxed at her side, her fingers plucked aimlessly 
at the carpet tufts. "You make me feel funny." 

"Don't you like it, darling? You're going to like it more and more," Jonni 
kissed Sondra's throat again, and lower to the sharp swell of a breast ... 
to the wrinkled purple of an aroused nipple. 

"You were only going to rub me a little." 

"Don't you like it?" Jonni licked avidly at the crinkled bud of sensitive 
flesh. She boldly sucked the nipple into her mouth. 

Sondra reflexively arched her back a little. A shiver went through her. Her 
inner thigh muscles rippled against Jonni's hand. "It's not nice. You're not 
supposed to do that ... you're a woman." 

Jonni continued sucking. She threw all caution aside and stroked a finger 
into the girl's now receptive vulva. Her fingertip found the inner mouth and 
passed over to the narrowing groove that led up to the girl's clitoris. 

It was there-and large-oh, large like May's, a rounded, yielding peanut of 
flesh that seemed to beg for a tongue to lick it. 

Sondra twisted and used her hands to push Jonni's head away. 'Wo-" 

"Why not? That's the spot, darling. That's what makes a girl feel so very 
good. Just let me rub it some and it'll make you feel like heaven is in your 
body." 

"I don't care." Sondra. got a stubborn look. "You're a woman! You're a 
dyke!" 

Jonni decided not to argue. "Be nice, Sondra! I won't buy you any more 
chocolate chip ice cream or give you money to go to the movies ... " 

Sondra frowned. "I don't think it's nice." 

"Just a few minutes more. Just let me how you how good it can be. I can make 
you feel so wonderful, darling. You're missing so much." Jonni reclaimed the 
girl's crotch. She lipped a nipple and suckled adroitly. Her finger entered 
the warm, wet vulva and again found the girl's well-developed, unawakened 
clitoris. 

It took more than ten minutes of gentle stroking to bring the girl to her 
first orgasm. 

Her first! Jonni was enthralled and tremendously excited. She wished she 
could get Sondra to rub her clitoris in turn, but knew the girl would 
refuse. 

Sondra crossed her arms over her chest under her big, swollen breasts and 
hugged herself, seeking security and reassurance in herself as the strong 
sensations boiled through her body. 

She was panting, flushed, writhing, her legs wide, stretching her panties 
which were bunched at the top of her thighs. 

Her large brown eyes were wide and frightened. She sought Jonni's gaze 
constantly. 

Jonni smiled and kissed the girl lovingly, briefly, and licked the puffed 
nipples, and finger-tipped the clitoris in a soup of the girl's newly 
flowing secretions. "Doesn't it feel so very good? Doesn't it?" 

Sondra could only nod and gasp and writhe against Jonni's hand. 

Her peak brought short, agonized, panting cries from her open mouth. She 
shook as if with a fever, then calmed surprisingly fast. 

Jonni took her finger from the hardened clitoris and roamed her hand over 
the lax body. She lightly kissed the damp, sweaty skin here and there. She 
asked, "Wasn't that nice, darling? Aren't you glad I showed you how good 
your body can feel?" 

"Yes." 

"Would you like a big dish of special ice cream for dinner tonight?" 

"Yes." Sondra smiled. 

"And would you like me to make you feel good like this again?" 

"I guess so. All right." 

"I know even better ways to make you feel good. You'll feel what you just 
felt again and again! You'll love it." Jonni continued caressing Sondra ... 
the girl's breasts, always those magnificently formed half-globes, the flat 
belly, the thinly kinky-haired mound-a brief touch of fingers at the wet 
vulva between still-open legs-the slide of a palm over the rounded, yet 
immature hips. 

Jonni patted Sondra's stomach. "Get dressed now and better start your 
homework. We'll have fun like this again. Lots of fun." 

"You don't want mom to know, do you?" 

"No." 

"I don't either. She'd get mad." 

That was the first seduction. Jonni had a plan of escalation. Next time she 
would go down on the girl and eat that lovely, seductive brown pussy. That 
big, virginal clitoris was just waiting for her mouth. Oh, how Sondra would 
squirm! How the girl would come and come! 

Jonni's opportunity came two weeks later when May had the opportunity to 
make some money baby-sitting. 

Sondra was nervous after supper. She knew why Jonni was looking at her a 
certain way. 

After May left for the baby-sitting job, Jonni asked Sondra, "Want to take a 
shower with me?" 

"I guess so," Sondra suddenly smiled widely. 

Jonni saw the way opening up for her. The child was eager and willing now. 
Jonni said, "Let's get undressed, then." 

In the small, circular, shower-curtained enclosure, standing face to face in 
the old tub as the hot water half dribbled, half sprayed down on them, each 
wearing a shower cap, Jonni, the white woman, and Sondra, the 
eleven-year-old Negro girl, grinned at each other. 

Sondra said, inspecting Jonni's solid, hippy body, "You're not very pretty 
without clothes on." She touched Jonni's soft, shallow breasts. "I've got 
nicer ones than you." 

"Of course you do. You're a beautiful young lady." Jonni soaped her hands 
and lathered the girl's jutting, rounded breasts. Her hands slid in circular 
foundlings on the film of wetness and soap. The nipples surged awake. 

Sondra admitted, smiling, "I like that. It makes them feel funny inside-sort 
of warm and glowy," 

"I'm going to make you fee! warm and glowy all over ... inside ... 
especially in there." Jonni slid one hand down Sondra's firm, shapely young 
body to the hollow of her loins. 

"Do you want me to do you the same way?" 

"No, darling. Not this time." Jonni enjoyed the deliciously smooth, slick 
feel of the lovely breasts under her hands. 

Jonni lathered and washed and rinsed all of Sondra's body, including the 
girl's pussy as hot water rivuleted down toward the natural between-thighs 
canyon and streamed off the tiny beard of pubic hair. 

Jonni worked a soapy finger into the girl, and cupped water to wash the 
pussy lips clear inside. She impulsively leaned forward and kissed the 
inside of a brown thigh. She rubbed her cheek against the lightly fuzzed 
delta. Her hands caressed the firm, rounded buttocks. 

Jonni dried Sondra with dainty, endless pattings of a big, thick, white 
towel. She kissed the warm clean damp flesh as she dabbed it dry. 

Sondra then awkwardly rubbed Jonni dry. 

They went into the bedroom. Sondra became nervous again. She was aroused, 
but this was where Jonni fucked her mother with those awfully big rubber 
things. 

Sondra was reassured when Jonni settled onto the bed with her, naked, and 
didn't go to that certain drawer. 

Jonni had taken a can of scented body powder with her from the bathroom. She 
sprinkled the giggling girl and smoothed the perfumed powder into the girl's 
velvety skin. 

She let Sondra do the same for her. They had plenty of time. 

Then Jonni began kissing Sondra on the mouth. They were sexy kisses, and 
they grew longer and more passionate. She squeezed gently the pliant buttery 
masses of Sondra's warm, brown breasts, and fingered the yeasty purple tips. 

Her fingers slipped gently into the hollow of the young loins and grazed 
over the dewy lips. She aroused the girl to a squirmy, writhing 
anticipation. 

"Aren't you ever going to finger me?" 

"Something a lot nicer and better, darling." 

"What?" 

"Wait ... you'll see." Jonni kissed lightly the throbbing artery at the base 
of Sondra's throat. Then the swelling, rounded slope of the girl's left 
breast. Her hands enclosed the large, fat bowl of flesh and squeezed it to a 
higher, exaggerated cone, with the nipple a turgid, dusky red marsh-mallow 
at the top. 

Jonni sighed and took the nipple into her mouth. She nibbled it with 
exquisite gentleness. 

"Ohh ... " Sondra arched her back and pressed the mass of her breast against 
Jonni's face. "It feels like ... like little bees in my boobies." She 
giggled with delight. 

Jonni suckled enthusiastically, while continuing to caress and fondle both 
luscious breasts. 

Sondra's hands came to Jonni's back and neck for the first time, touching 
and hugging in appreciation and arousal. 

Jonni spent long minutes reveling with the girl's ripe breasts and nipples 
... sucking, nipping, licking, squeezing. 

Sondra was flushed, her electric brown eyes sparkling with excitement and 
need. She was twisting and turning under Jonni's hands and kisses. She 
whispered, "Do me like before, Jonni. I want to feel that way again." 

"You will, darling. Soon. It'll be even better." 

Jonni regretfully abandoned the sweet, full breasts and kissed lightly, 
tantalizingly down the child's body ... to the deeply indented belly button 
which she licked and delved into and which caused Sondra to laugh and say, 
"It tickles!" 

And then Jonni's lips were skirting the edge of the thin nap of pubic hair, 
and Jonni shifted down on the bed and eased herself between Sondra's shapely 
legs. 

Sondra lifted her head and asked, "Why are you like that?" But there was a 
tone, an inflection, that told Jonni that Sondra knew. Overdeveloped 
eleven-year-old girls knew just about everything. She knew about dykes and 
what women did with women in bed. 

Sondra was pretending ignorance. 

Jonni said, "I'm going to kiss you a very special way that I know you'll 
like very much." 

Sondra smiled an odd little, smile, at once willing, frightened, curious. 
She whispered faintly, "Okay." 

Sondra braced herself on her elbows and watched as Jonni delicately kissed 
the insides of her thighs and gently urged Sondra to open them wider and 
wider. 

Finally Jonni murmured, "Raise your knees, darling." 

Sondra obeyed. 

Jonni kissed a path up each inner surface toward the pussy lips which lured 
her. Those lips were puffed with desire, glistening with secretions, deeply 
flushed with blood, pouting. 

Jonni was trembling. Her hands shook when they left Sondra's body for brief 
seconds. She kissed feather light in smaller and smaller circles, around the 
waiting vulva. 

Jonni detected a faint trembling in Sondra, too. She could not resist her 
lust-to-give, her need to be wanted and to hear and feel a strong sexual 
response. 

Jonni gave a small moaning cry and pressed her open, wet, hot mouth to the 
girl's waiting slit. Her tongue stabbed between the lips and instantly found 
the large, swollen clitoris. 

Sondra's loins jumped and the girl inhaled sharply. 

Jonni moaned with delight and lavished her tongue on the extremely sensitive 
nub. She tasted the girl's juices and loved them. She kissed and tongued in 
a frenzy of lust. She lashed the enlarged clitoris with her fluttering 
tongue, she licked deep into the vulva, into the vaginal entrance and tasted 
the slightly different juices there, and pressed her tongue against the 
girl's thin hymen and found, with her tongue tip, a small opening in the 
guarding curtain of tissue. She shivered and licked upward to the waiting, 
throbbing clitoris again, and generated in Sondra a gathering, powerful 
climax. 

Sondra had fallen back on the bed. She was panting, her big breasts rising 
and falling quickly, pushed together as her arms again crossed over her 
stomach, holding herself tightly. Her thighs closed on Jonni's head in a 
soft-firm vise of warm, spasming muscles. Her belly tightened. She moaned 
roughly in her throat, then dissolved into fast, panting cries of ecstasy. 
Her vulva writhed and jumped against Jonni's clinging, insatiable mouth. 

Jonni was in a heaven of her own. She had captured this lovely, lush child! 
She had shown Sondra the keen, special pleasure, the overwhelming pleasure, 
that a woman could give another. The next step was to prove to the child 
that she need never require a man, that a woman equipped with an imitation 
man's organ was a better lover in every way. 

Women didn't need a man for anything! 

Jonni kept her tongue moving on Sondra's clitoris until the girl's 
loosening, relaxing muscles told her the orgasm had run its course. The 
girl's thighs softened and fell open. 

But now to show Sondra the wonderful world of another orgasm, and then 
another, and another. Each woman reacted differently, each had a different 
capacity. Jonni kept licking the inner folds of the still-tumescent vulva. 

Sondra said softly, lovingly, 'That was better, a whole lot stronger than 
the other way." 

Jonni lifted her mouth free. "Do you want it to happen again?" 

"Can I?" 

"Only one way to find out ... " Jonni began tonguing into the dripping 
vulva. The girl's clitoris quickly regained the special vibrant feel to 
Jonni's tongue that meant an orgasm was on the way. 

Jonni shivered with her own kind of sexual joy and flicked her tongue in a 
double-speed flutter that sent Sondra into a second paroxysm of intense 
rapture. 

A moment later Sondra whispered hesitantly, greedily, "Will you do it some 
more?" 

"Of course, darling. As many times as you want." 

The next half hour was a period of revelation for Sondra. She was enthralled 
with the intensity of her climaxes and the rapidity with which they came to 
her. 

The more pleasure Sondra experienced, the more she wanted. And the more she 
came to like Jonni as the magical giver of this multiplied pleasure. 

At the end, Jonni said, "We'd better quit now, darling. May might be home 
any time now." 

Sondra said, "Ummm ... no wonder mom loves you. Can we do it again 
sometime?" 

She was begging for it now! Jonni's eyes glistened with triumph and 
satisfaction. "Of course. The first chance we have. But don't tell May I've 
been making love to you. She wouldn't understand. She'd be mad and jealous." 

Sondra nodded quickly, conspiratorially. She went for her clothes. 

And May did not suspect. Both Jonni and Sondra acted as if nothing had 
happened. 

They waited, each eagerly, as the days passed. 

When May went to the store once, Sondra came to Jonnis face expectant. "Do 
me now." 

"She'll only be gone a few minutes." 

"That's long enough for once." Sondra pulled down her panties and lay back 
on the sofa. Her legs opened enticingly. Her vulva was visibly wet. "Can't 
you just lick me like this? We could hear mom on the steps coming up." 

Jonni smiled. "You like it a lot." 

"Sure. Come do me, Jonni!" 

"Once." Jonni sank to her knees before the open thighs and eagerly applied 
her mouth and tongue to the child's already juicy slit. 

"Ummm ... " Sondra greedily pressed Jonni's head tighter. 

Sondra managed two quick, panting orgasms within five minutes. After that 
she began to worship Jonni with her eyes, Sondra began to try to maneuver 
her mother out of the apartment and to be home whenever May had to leave. 

Sondra whispered to Jonni, "I get wet in my panties in school just from 
thinking about you licking me." 

Then one night May got another baby-sitting job. Sondra bubbled with 
happiness and anticipation during supper before her mother left. 

Jonni smiled secretly. This was the night. There were butterflies in her 
stomach. She was absent-minded as she drove May to the baby-sitting job. May 
was to call when the couple came home and Jonni would pick her up. It would 
be around midnight. May was happy to make the extra money. 

When Jonni got back to the apartment she found Sondra waiting in her robe, 
fresh from a bath. 

Sondra ran across the room and pressed herself eagerly against the older 
woman. "Let's start right away. I'm all clean and nice for you. I put on 
some of that powder." She opened her robe and showed her naked, youthful 
lushness. "Smell me." 

Jonni pressed her face between the wonderfully full, round, out thrusting 
brown breasts. She rubbed the softness with her cheeks. She inhaled. 
"Umm-good!" She couldn't keep her hands away. She caressed the firm thighs, 
the hips and buttocks, the narrow waist and back. 

They went into the bedroom. Sondra hopped on the bed. Jonni began to 
undress. Sondra waited impatiently. 

Naked, Jonni went to the drawer where she kept her harness and dildoes. 

Sondra said, "Hey ... no, I don't want--" 

"You don't know what you're missing, darling." Jonni stepped into the wide, 
connected elastic belts and fastened them. 

"I don't want you fucking me like you fuck mom with any of those things." 

"You didn't want me to finger you off at first, either; and you didn't want 
me to go down on you, either, at first, and now you can't get enough of it." 

"I know, but ... " 

"Why do you think May loves me to fuck her so much? You hear her. You hear 
her almost every night. She's crazy for fucking. She likes it better than my 
going down on her." 

"It'll hurt me. I'm not broken." 

"I know, darling, but I'll be very careful and it'll hurt only a teeny bit 
in the beginning. After that, it'll feel better and better, nicer and nicer 
and stronger and stronger until you'll just scream for me to keep it up, 
like May does." Jonni felt herself trembling. Her voice trembled. "You'll 
love having me fuck you. You'll love it. You'll find out I'm better than any 
man. I can fuck for hours if I want. I can be as big as you want." 

Sondra was doubtful. "I only want you to use your tongue like before." 

"I will. I'll go down on you now, and give you orgasms. But then I'll show 
you how very, very good fucking can be." Jonni went to the bed without a 
dildoe attached to her triangular loin-mount. She palmed a half-used tube of 
sterile lubricant. She placed it unobtrusively on the bedside table as she 
kissed Sondra reassuringly. 

Sondra took longer than usual to arouse. She was plainly apprehensive. 

Jonni enjoyed the challenge. She worked on the girl leisurely-stroking, 
fondling, licking, sucking nipples, gently fingering the child's large 
clitoris, slowly awakening the glands, gradually building Sondra's passion. 

Jonni swooped down to the girl's open, waiting loins and speared her agile 
tongue into the wet, warm, tangy vulva. 

Sondra responded with a sigh and a swift undulation. Her velvety thighs 
clamped reflexively on Jonni's head. Jonni brought the girl along to a 
shuddering, panting climax. 

Sondra was sighing a moment later, but sparkling-eyed, her hands playing in 
Jonni's hair as the woman lay resting her head on Sondra's belly. Sondra 
said, "More, please." 

"Once more." Jonni lowered her mouth to the flushed, pouting pussy lips. She 
delved inward with her tongue to the inner gateway to the vagina. She tasted 
the acidy juices there, and teased her tongue against the slightly ruptured 
hymen. 

Soon ... Jonni promised herself ... soon she would be rifling this sweet 
girl's channel, sending long, thick inches up into the virginal belly. She 
wanted to get this second orgasm over with quickly so she could fuck! She 
would make Sondra love her dildoes. She would spend long, ecstatic hours 
driving her stiff cocks into the wildly appreciative child. That was Jonni's 
dream. 

She pressed her moving tongue up into the groove to the clitoris. She glided 
her tongue over that firm bump of nerve endings in long, effective, lapping 
strokes. 

Soon Sondra began to move restlessly, passionately. She began to moan 
softly. Her lips lifted to follow Jonni's long, up-licking tongue. 

Jonni gripped the girl's flexing buttocks and gave her tongue in lavish, 
swift, flutterings. She pressed her mouth tight to Sondra's vulva lips and 
worked the lips open until she could enclose the vibrant little nut-sized 
clitoris between her lips and suck it in tight and lash it with her tongue. 

Sondra seemed to go crazy. She keened and thrashed and spasmed continuously 
for endless minutes. 

When Jonni stopped, the girl was in a state of dull-eyed, melting, nervous 
depletion. 

Jonni slipped off the bed while Sondra lay breathing deeply, sighing, eyes 
closed. 

Jonni stood beside her open drawer and looked down at her collection. The 
massively thick six-incher? The thin eight-incher? The double-dildoe? The 
ten-incher? The seven-inch vibrator-dildoe? The nine-incher with all the 
rubber studs and ridges? 

Jonni chose the relatively thin eight-inch model. It was smooth, with a 
small, heart-shaped head. It would be best. 

She pressed it onto the two-inch post that projected from the curving, 
triangular plastic-and-foam-padded base that was positioned over her mound 
and held in place by the wide elastic straps that circled her hips and went 
through her crotch and up between the cheeks of her buttocks. 

Jonni returned to the bed. The dildoe hung out and down, a very large, 
rubberized plastic cock in perpetual erection. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed some of the lubricant onto the 
shaft. She spread the slippery jell lovingly over the long length. 

When she turned to Sondra she found the child staring at the artificial cock 
with open-mouthed fear. 

"It's too big!" 

"Don't be afraid, darling. I won't even try to put it all in you. It just 
looks big. And May loves this one. It's not to big for her. You just don't 
realize how big you are inside. Most girls don't. A woman can take an awful 
lot when she is all hot and bothered. And I, know it feels wonderful to have 
a lot of something like this going in and out slow and easy while you're 
being kissed and loved." 

"It'll tear me open. I'll bleed!" 

"No, no ... I'll be very careful and gentle. You'll see." Jonni kissed 
Sondra. Jonni turned her hips toward the girl and the slick rubber cock 
flopped against the girl's brown thigh. Sondra trembled momentarily. 

Jonni whispered reassurances between kisses, and stroked the girl's ripe 
body, and gradually worked up Sondra to a high point of arousal. 

Sondra lay open-legged as Jonni fingered her. She was breathing fast. Her 
breasts were like brown flesh balloons. 

Jonni pressed a finger into the opening in Sondra's hymen. Sondra's hips 
flinched. But Jonni pushed the finger all the way in. She slowly 
fingerfucked the child. 

Sondra said, "It feels ... funny." 

Jonni tried to widen the hole. 

"Hurts!" 

"It has to, a little, darling. I have to open your hymen a little more." 

"I don't want to do it. I don't want you to fuck me." Tears came to Sondra's 
large, expressive brown eyes, turning them liquid. 

"Don't be a little crybaby. It only hurts a little bit. It has to happen 
sooner or later. Wouldn't you rather I did it gently and tenderly, instead 
of some rough, brutish man who didn't care about anything but his own lust? 
They only want to stick their cocks into you and root around and shoot their 
messy stuff in you and then they don't care about you," 

"I like boys." 

"See how much you like them when they try to rape you." Jonni stretched the 
hymen a little more. She noticed a film of blood on her finger. It wasn't 
much. She stopped fingerfucking and kissed Sondra. "I'm going to be down on 
you now and get you really hot, darling. You'll be so hot you'll want to be 
fucked." 

Seconds later Jonni was licking up a few drops of red-tinged juices as she 
tongued the eager clitoris. 

It took longer than she expected to bring Sondra up to the level of sexual 
abandon she wished. Sondra was truly afraid of being penetrated by the long 
dildoe. 

Finally, though, Sondra was squirming under Jonni's mouth and hands, 
moaning, on the edge of coming again. 

Jonni stopped tonguing the girl and reached for the lubricant to apply a 
fresh coat to the dildoe. She rubbed some of the slippery, melting jell into 
Sondra's vulva, already naturally lubricated. The vaginal entrance was 
drippy with secretions. 

Sondra tried to close her thighs but couldn't. She whimpered. "Don't." 

But Jonni was in position. The narrow, rounded head of the artificial cock 
was nudging the greased lips of Sondra's brown vulva. 

Jonni leaned over the girl on elbows and knees and with one hand directed 
the head between the lips. She whispered promises: "It'll feel so good in a 
minute, darling. You'll love having me in you." 

She lodged the head against the inner mouth. She kissed Sondra passionately 
and pushed. 

Sondra screamed in her throat and tore her mouth free. She tried to squirm 
away from the impalement. The dildoe was partway in her! It hurt! It was so 
big in her! 

"The worst is over, darling. The pain will go away in a minute." 

Jonni was tremendously aroused. It seemed to her she could feel the inside 
of the virginal cunt -that the dildoe .was a part of her, alive, sensitive. 
A kind of madness seized her, a dizzying lust to fill the girl, to plunge 
her manhood deep, oh so deep, into the never-before fucked vagina, to make 
the girl her slave this way, too! To be a superman to the girl, to keep her 
forever, to make the little, full-bodied child forever dissatisfied with 
anything less in skill and endurance and pleasure than her. 

And so, in her lust and in her dream, in her lesbian need, Jonni forced more 
and more of the long dildoe into the bleeding, howling child. 

"Be quiet, darling. It doesn't hurt that much!" 

She drew the dildoe out a bit and thrust deeper. She pressed a palm over the 
girl's mouth to muffle the raw shrieks. 

Sondra screamed and twisted. She clawed to be free, to make Jonni stop. 

Jonni gritted angrily, "Stop it! This has to happen first, don't you 
understand? A little pain is good for you!" And Jonni drove in and out, in 
and out ... thrusting ever deeper against the soft, yielding depths, knowing 
by body feel and position that six inches of the dildoe was in the girl now 
... and now seven ... and now ... 

Sondra's voice was hoarse from crying, sobbing, from screaming into the hand 
that cupped over her mouth. Her belly was a shredded ache, as if shards of 
glass were in her. A terrible club was beating in and out of her through 
that awful glass. 

"You're a big girl now; you don't have to cry like a baby!" Jonni felt the 
first slap of her dildoe's base against Sondra's pussy. Her mind blazed with 
triumph and delight. Eight inches! Eight solid, long inches were sinking 
into the dear child's cunt! 

Jonni whispered, "Now you'll start to feel good, darling. Feel it? Fell it?" 
There was a curving, rounded hump on the base designed to contact the 
recipient's clitoris upon full penetration. 

Jonni thumped fast and hard, confident, sure ... 

But Sondra continued to sob and struggle as the minutes passed. And there 
was an odd, wet, sloppy sound to fucking. 

Jonni peered under-between their bodies-and stopped dead in mind-numbing 
shock. 

Blood! So much blood! A large area of blanket was sopping wet under Sondra's 
thighs and buttocks. 

Jonni pulled out. The dildoe was shiny wet with bright red blood. Blood 
dripped from Sondra's gaping, smeared vulva. 

Sondra curled up into a ball. 

Jonni was shocked into sanity. She hastily flung the pulled down bedspread 
over the stain. She stripped off the dildoe and harness. She put them away 
and shut the drawer. She got Sondra off the bed and into the bathroom. She 
ministered to the girl, again soothing, promising never to do it again, 
pleading to the girl not to tell May. 

Sondra stopped bleeding soon thereafter. She could hardly walk. But she 
dressed, put on her coat, demanded all Jonni's cash, and walked painfully 
out of the apartment. 

Jonni threw out the incriminating blanket and slightly blood-spotted top 
sheet. She told May later she had accidentally spilled shoe polish on them. 
She bought new ones. 

She told May Sondra had been gone when she had gotten back from delivering 
May to her babysitting job. 

To Jonni's relief, Sondra never came back. May reported her daughter missing 
after three days. She never suspected the truth. 

This is the single case of a sequence of events where, although the young 
girl cooperated in her seduction, she objected to the forcible penetration 
by a dildoe. Jonni would have to be called a psychopathic personality. Like 
many lesbian psychopaths, she refuses to see a therapist. The prognosis in 
her case would appear not to be encouraging. 

Chapter Four: Ruthie 

Occasionally I receive in the mail a cassette cartridge sent by someone who 
had seen my ad in one of the sex tabloids. In that ad I asked for true sex 
experiences for use in books such as this. 

I have received a number of letters, long and short, and rarely a tape 
recording. 

But today's youth are oriented more to talking and tape than to writing and 
the printed word. It is part of the technological/electronic evolution of 
our culture and society. 

The cassette mentioned above was an hour long and tells the story of Perry 
and Ruthie, brother and sister. It was narrated by the brother. He has a 
rather nasal, slurred young tenor voice. 

I had to edit the transcription a bit; word for word it was too long, too 
rambling, too incoherent in places. 

But what you are about to read is ninety-nine percent as it was spoken into 
the microphone. 

When reading this account, please remember that it is Perry's version. He 
makes out Ruthie as the aggressor, it could be; activity such as he 
describes has been known to happen. 

Here, then, is the story of ten-year-old Ruthie and seventeen-year-old 
Perry. I have changed names. The speaker may have altered names, too. 

"My little sister Ruthie is real crazy, I think, the way she acts. She's 
crazy about my peter. She always likes to pull it out of my pants and play 
with it. 

"She's ten years old-almost eleven now, but she was just past her tenth 
birthday when she started this business. Something set her off and I don't 
know what. 

"She's got little breasts already, which is pretty incredible in a way. But 
she's got them. She showed them to me right off in the bathroom when she 
started getting curious about my peter. She was real proud of them. 

"She walked right in like she owned the place while I was in the tub. Dad 
was working overtime and mom had just gone to the store. So Ruthie just 
opened the door and walked in and said, 'I've got tits! Want to see?' 

"I crossed my legs fast and used the washcloth to cover that area, too. It 
sort of blew my mind, her coming in like that. She got a look at my peter, 
too, before I could cover up. What really bothered me was that I had a 
pretty good stiff-on at the time. I was thinking about how my date was going 
to go that night if I had my way about it. Just dreaming about feeling her 
up good and maybe she'd get all steamy and want more. 

"So I had a stiff. And I'm like dad-I've got a helluva big one. I've seen 
him naked a couple times, and he's got a big one soft, so I guess I got mine 
from his genes. We're both tall and skinny and he's getting bald now so I 
guess I've got that to look forward to, too. 

"Ruthie sort of takes after him, too, being tall for her age, and skinny, 
except she has mom's gray-green eyes and curly reddish hair. My hair is more 
blond and just naturally wavy. And my eyes are blue. 

"Anyway, there I was with my big peter showing for a split second when 
Ruthie came into the bathroom like that. And she got a look at it. And she 
asks me if I want to see her tits. It was like she was showing off a present 
or something. 

"I said, 'Hey-you shouldn't walk in on a guy like this.' 

"She said, 'I don't care. What are you covering up for? I already saw it.' 

"I said, Why do you want to show your tits?' 

"She said, 'I just do, that's all.' She had on a robe because it was her 
turn to take a bath after me. She started unbuttoning her robe from the 
bottom. She said, 'Don't you want to see them?' 

"I said, I'll look at them if you want to show them.' 

"So she kept on unbuttoning her robe, which was green with white trim and 
big white fuzzy buttons, and she held it open and there she was all naked. 

"I looked at her crack first. She didn't have any hair on it yet. I could 
see the crack, too, all the way down into her legs, because her thighs are 
skinny and there's a gap between. 

"Then I looked up at her tits. She doesn't have much-they're just starting. 
They're really only like small dumplings sitting on her chest, with little 
pink wrinkled centers. 

"She said, 'Mom said I have to wear a bra pretty soon.' 

"I said I guessed mom was right. Then Ruthie said, 'Let me see you now.' 

"I said, 'I don't think so.' She said why not, and I said, 'Because you're 
too young. You're only ten.' 

"She said, 'I've got tits! That proves I'm old enough.' She got down on her 
knees by the tub. 'Come on, Perry. Let me see it good once.' 

"So I said okay and took away the washcloth and uncrossed my legs and let 
her see it. I was soft by that time so I didn't care so much. 

"She sort of looked real hard at it. She said, 'Get it up out of the water 
so I can see it all. I want to see your bag, too.' 

"Her robe was hanging open and was pouching open more and I could see her 
little breasts up close. I could have touched them then, but I didn't have 
any yen to. Later on I did, plenty. I mean, after she kept after me for a 
couple weeks, going farther and farther. Then things got sexy with her. 

"But that first time, when I was in the tub, I didn't have any sexy feelings 
about her. I lifted my hips up so she could see my peter and my nuts good. 
She looked and looked and said, 'Make it get big.' 

"I said no. She asked why not. I said because she was too young and we 
shouldn't because it wasn't right for her and me to do things and see each 
other naked too much. But she wouldn't listen. She just said over and over 
she wanted to see it big and hard, and she reached down and grabbed it. 

"It was a weird feeling when Ruthie touched my peter. It was like a small 
electric shock went through me. And it felt good, just that second. It was 
the first time a girl ever touched it. I could never get a girl on a date to 
feel it even if I was fingering her. 

"I pushed Ruthie's hand away and said, 'Don't,' but she kept on trying to 
grab it with both hands. She was laughing and giggling and I was getting mad 
and swearing. And I could feel my peter getting bigger from all the flopping 
around and her getting her fingers on it every few seconds and everything. 
It started to really swell up and get stiff. 

"Ruthie said, 'It's doing it!' And she stopped trying to get at it. She just 
looked. 

"I guess I'm kind of proud of my peter, too. I let her see it. It was 
creeping up my belly, getting longer and longer and thicker and thicker and 
harder and harder. It actually gets to be seven and a half inches long, and 
it curves a little to my right, like a boomerang, and it tapers down to a 
kind of small head and it's real thick at the root. 

"Ruthie said, 'Wow ... is that the way they all get? That big?' 

"I bragged and said I probably had the biggest one in my Gym class. I said 
most guys had peters only about two-thirds my size. 

"She started to reach for it again, but just then we heard mom's car come up 
the driveway and go into the garage. The driveway runs right past the 
bathroom. 

"Ruthie jumped up and ran out. I had to get halfway out of the tub to reach 
out and shut the bathroom door again the way it should have been. 

"But I guess Ruthie was fascinated by my big size or something. Whenever we 
were alone, she wanted to see it again, and she'd grab for it in my pants, 
and giggle, just to bug me, I think. 

"One night around nine o'clock when I was in my room doing some homework 
reading in Social Sciences, I heard the floor creak in the hail and Ruthie 
came in. She said she was bored stupid with the old movie mom and dad were 
watching. 

"I was lying on my bed with my head propped up with a couple pillows and I 
sort of sensed from the way she smiled and came across to the bed that she 
was going to start grabbing again. 

"She did, too. She said, 'Let me see it again, Perry. I want to make it get 
big again." 

"I asked why, and she said just because she liked to watch it grow. I told 
her mom or dad might come in, but she said we'd hear the boards creak first 
and the bathroom was at the other end of the hall where they'd be likely to 
go. She said I'd have plenty of time to zip up. 

"She was right, but it wasn't right to let my sister play with my peter, 
even if she wanted to. 

"But I liked the way it felt when she touched it. I started to get stiff 
just thinking about her grabbing it. I couldn't figure out why she was so 
queer for feeling up my peter. 

"Anyway, I unzipped my jeans and she got her hand in before I could and 
started grabbing and pulling and working it out of my underpants. 

"It got stiffer and stiffer while she was hauling it out. 

"Finally she had it out and it was almost a hundred percent hard right then. 
She squeezed it and asked if it hurt and could I pee if it was hard like 
that, and what made it get so big. Dumb questions mostly. All this time she 
was playing with it, and starting to move the skin up and down. Then she 
said she wished she was a boy so she could grow one, too. 

"She said she would give me her breasts and crack if she could have my 
peter. She said she thought her peter was cut off by the doctors when she 
was born so mom and dad could have a little girl. She said dad told her they 
made a deal with the doctor to have a baby girl. 

"I told her that was just a joke and doctors can't change a baby's sex just 
by cutting off anything. I said it was glands and genes and everything too 
complicated. 

"She just kept on watching my peter and playing with it. She was really 
getting me excited. It felt good. I didn't want her to stop, but I was 
scared somebody would come down the hall and catch us. 

"Then Ruthie asked me if I jerked off like she heard boys do a lot. 

"I said, 'Once in a while.' I was ashamed to admit I did it practically 
every night, sometimes during the day, too. 

"She asked, 'Do you squirt stuff?' 

"I nodded, and she said real quick, 'Do it now. I want to see it.' 

"Something made me say she could make it squirt if she jerked me off, and 
she said, 'How do I do it?' 

"I said, 'Just jerk the skin up and down like you've been doing, only 
faster.' 

"She started doing it real fast. I had to make her slow down. I showed her 
how to hold my peter and told her not to squeeze too hard. She was eager to 
do it right so she could make me squirt. 

"After a minute of my showing her how and telling her, she got the right 
hold on it and the right speed and, God, I started to get super-stiff and 
tingly right away. Getting jerked off by somebody else, especially a girl, 
is the best way to get jerked off there is. 

"Ruthie jerked my peter just right and after a half minute she asked how 
long it took, and I said, I'm almost there now.' And I was. I made her stop 
and dig my hanky out of my pants pocket. I spread it on my shirt front. Then 
she started again and said, 'Tell me when it's going to come out.' 

"She pumped me faster and watched and watched and I got that tight powerful 
good sensation that got stronger and stronger until I was all stiff and 
holding my breath and my peter was like a rock in her jerking hand. It was a 
terrific feeling. Stronger than I ever got from doing it myself. 

"I told her, 'Here it comes,' and the stuff shot out like a bullet and hit 
the wall above the end of the bed over my head. Then another load of it 
almost hit me in the face. It landed on the pillow. 

"Ruthie stopped jerking me and I was cheated of a lot of sensation. But she 
was surprised. Her eyes were real big. She said, 'Gee ... wow ... it really 
shoots, doesn't it?' She watched the stuff pump out and run down onto her 
fingers. 'Is there more?' She giggled. 'It missed your hanky. How come?' 

"I said, 'I don't know. I never shot that far before.' 

"She said, 'I bet it's because I was jerking it off.' She took her hand from 
my peter and looked real close at the stuff on her fingers. She smelled it 
and wrinkled her nose. She watched me wipe the pillow and wall. I handed the 
hanky to her and she wiped her hand. 

"Ruthie asked, 'Can you do that again?' 

"I said, 'Yes, but it takes a long time and I don't squirt much the second 
time.' 

"She said, 'I wish I could squirt.' 

"I said, 'You can't squirt, but you can get the same strong good feeling. 
You can come. Haven't you tried to masturbate?' I stuffed my softened peter 
back into my underpants and zipped up. I was safe. 

"Ruthie said, 'Sure. I diddle myself a lot. Dorothy showed me how a year 
ago. She tells me all about sex and things. She's fourteen.' She finished 
wiping her hand and smelled her fingers again. She said, 'If that stuff gets 
inside a girl's crack far enough she can get pregnant, can't she?' 

"I said yes. She said, 'I want to jerk you off again pretty soon. I like to 
see you shoot. It feels good to jerk your peter like that. I like it. Do you 
want me to do it again?' 

"I nodded. I sure as hell did. I didn't care if she was my sister or not. 

"She smiled and said, 'Okay, and I'll let you put your finger in me and 
diddle me if you want to.' She hopped off the bed. She said, 'That was fun.' 
And she went out and I heard the hall floor creak and heard her go into the 
bathroom and wash her hands. After that, she went into her own room. 

"It took me a while to get interested in reading my social studies book 
again. 

"The next time something like that happened was three days later, on a 
Saturday. Dad went off all day to fish and mom went downtown to shop. I was 
supposed to go over to the park to play some baseball with the guys, and 
Ruthie was supposed to go over to a girl friend's house for a sewing lesson, 
later. 

"So there we were all alone in the house. 

"I was in the kitchen raiding the refrigerator when she came in and real 
quick groped for my peter. I didn't stop her. I'd been thinking this would 
be a perfect time to do something, if she started it. 

"I took an apple from the crisper while she squeezed my peter through my 
pants. She said, 'It's getting hard already. Want me to jerk you off? You 
want to diddle me?' 

"I said sure, okay. She took an apple too and we went into my room. She took 
a bite of her apple and said, 'You take down your pants and I'll take down 
mine.' 

"So we did. We lay on my bed side by side and she started jerking my peter 
slow and easy while I started fingering her. 

"It was the third time I'd ever gotten to do it with a girl, so I knew what 
to do. Every girl has a little sex button in her crack that's like the head 
of a man's peter, only it's real small and sometimes real hard to find. But 
it wasn't hard to find Ruthie's. Hers was a stiff little bump and she told 
me when I touched it with my finger. 'Rub me there. That's my hot spot.' 

"She was sticky-wet inside her crack and that made it easy to rub. 

"We had our heads propped up with pillows and we were chomping away on our 
apples. I asked Ruthie if she could come from the way I was diddling her and 
she nodded and said sure, in a minute. So I kept it up. It was easy, just 
rubbing the end of my finger over that little hard bump in her crack near 
the top. 

"And she kept up jerking on my peter, too, and she had a smooth way of doing 
it. I was all hard and tight and getting that special feeling. I hadn't 
masturbated for three days, hoping we'd have a chance. I had a big load in 
me ready to shoot. 

"I finished my apple and dug my hanky out of my pocket. Ruthie asked me, 'Is 
it close?' I said yeah, and she said to stop diddling her, to finish her off 
afterward, so she could really jerk me off good. 

"She got up on her knees on the bed by my side and really started pumping me 
up and down fast and hard and good. God! 

"The feeling got stronger and stronger. I started to get all tense. Then she 
shifted to her other hand and it felt even better, if you can imagine-it was 
something about the way her fingers gripped my peter. 

"Anyway, I just barely remembered to hold my hanky up over my peter to keep 
the stuff from shooting all over me and the bed and everything, but Ruthie 
said, 'No, don't! I want to see it shoot up.' And she pushed my hand away. 

"So that's what happened. I said, real tense like, 'Okay, then, you clean it 
up.' And she said she would, so I pulled my shirt up and just closed my eyes 
and let it, build up and it just about wiped me out when it hit-God! I just 
let it happen! It felt like my guts were shooting up out of my peter. 

"Ruthie kept on pumping me till I was all pumped out. I had to stop her. She 
said, 'You had an awful lot!' She giggled. 'It went up higher than my head!' 
She took my hanky and wiped her hand and wiped up the stuff on my belly and 
on the bedspread. 

"She said, 'Can I keep it?' She meant my hanky. I asked why and she said she 
just wanted to, that's all. I didn't see why she wanted it-it smelled like 
that stuff smells and it would get all stiff when it dried, but I didn't 
care, so I said be my guest. 

"So then we went back to me diddling her and her with her left hand on my 
peter, just slowly jerking the skin up and down. 

"I'd never fingered a girl all the way off and I wanted to, so I tried to do 
Ruthie just the way she liked it best. I rubbed that little bump up and down 
and then around in little circles. She liked the little circle rub, and so I 
kept that up and she started breathing real fast and she started pumping me 
faster, too, without knowing it, I think. 

"She turned her head then and watched her hand pump my peter. She stared at 
my peter and she made funny little sounds and she was breathing faster and 
faster and her crack was all wet and sloppy and she jerked her hips some, 
too. 

"Then she kind of went all loose and limp and relaxed and her hand slowed 
down and stopped, so I slowed down my finger and started poking around in 
her crack. 

"I found her hole ... her vagina, I guess it is ... and stuck my finger in, 
but she pushed my hand away. She said she didn't like it. She said, 'Can you 
go off again?' 

"I said I guessed I could if she could keep jerking me long enough. I still 
had a stiff-on. 

"So she grabbed a hold again and started pumping me and I slipped my hand 
over her dress and down between her legs again and got my finger into her 
crack-she was still real wet-and started fingering her hot little bump 
again. 

"I hate to admit it, but it was fun. I told myself it wasn't so terrible to 
just fool around with mutual masturbation with her. It wasn't hurting 
anybody. It wasn't like I was screwing her, so it didn't matter if she was 
my sister. And besides, it was her idea every time. She started it each 
time. 

"I was only about halfway to going off again when Ruthie started to act 
funny-breathing fast and jerking me fast and staring at my peter that way. 
She went off even stronger than her first time, I guess, because the noises 
she made in her throat were louder, and she really went limp afterwards, and 
she smiled real nice at me. 

"She said, 'I want to go zam like that when you squirt.' She kept on pumping 
me. 

"I was close by then, too, because her going off from my finger rubbing 
almost made me come at the same time, so I told her I was close and she 
slowed down and told me to do her again. 

"So we got each other close and we were both tense and breathing fast and 
just about there, you know, and we looked at each other and I said, "If you 
go fast now ... ' And she sort of whispered, 'Fast circles!' and nodded and 
pumped me fast. 

"It happened the way she wanted-we both went off at the same time. I had a 
lot more stuff left in me. She kept her eyes glued to my peter all the time 
and I watched, too, while I fingered her. I think my peter got up close to 
eight inches it was so big and hard. She had to constantly regrip with her 
hand because her fingers and thumb weren't long enough to get hardly more 
than halfway around it, especially around it near the bottom where it was 
thickest. 

"So I shot off again and a lot of it got on her hand and I was gasping and 
panting and she was, too, and sort of going 'Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh.' It's 
impossible to say what it sounded like, but she sure enjoyed going off with 
me that way and seeing me squirt. 

"Then she did a weird thing. It made my stomach heave a little. She smelled 
the stuff again on her hand and then she got a dreamy look in her eyes and 
she stuck her tongue out and tasted it! 

"Ruthie made a kind of face, but she didn't spit it out. She swallowed it. 
Then she came back to normal and used my hanky again to wipe my peter and 
her hand. 

"I said, 'Why did you lick that stuff?' 

"She wouldn't answer. She just shrugged and said, 'I guess you can't do it 
anymore for a while, can you?' And she picked up her apple and took a bite 
and pulled up her panties and hopped off the bed. Then she reached over and 
grabbed my soft peter and said, 'This is mine now. It's mine. I get to make 
it squirt all the time. I'll jerk it off any time you want me to. Just tell 
me.' She said it like she meant it. She patted my peter and looked at me 
very serious. Then she walked out of my room and went next door for that 
sewing lesson on the next door lady's sewing machine. 

"That night with mom and dad in the house, she stuck her head in my door and 
asked if her peter wanted to be jerked off again. That's the way she said 
it: her peter. I said we'd better wait till the next day. I could have 
squirted again, but I was leery of letting her do it with mom and dad home. 
Knowing they could walk in and catch us red-handed was a turnoff. 

"So we didn't have a good chance to do anything until after school the next 
Tuesday. Dad was into his overtime bag again and mom went to visit some 
woman for an hour or so. 

"Ruthie was home from school early-one o'clock or something like that-on a 
half-day schedule. So she was waiting for me when I came in at three. She 
told me dad was going to work till nine and mom was over across town 
visiting her friend till five, so we had a lot of time. 

"Ruthie's eyes were dancing. She said, 'How does my peter feel? Does it want 
to squirt good?' 

"I went along with it. I said, 'It sure does. Does my crack want my finger?' 

"She grinned and nodded. And so we went into my bedroom and I pulled down my 
pants and she took down her panties. 

"We hopped on my bed and started to fool around. She asked, 'Did you save 
your stuff for me?' 

"Yeah ... the tank's full to the brim." We kind of laughed. She started to 
jerk me off, smooth and fast. It felt great. It was worth waiting for. I 
figured she'd want to jack me off twice and I was all for it. 

"I crossed my arm over, under hers, and started to finger her crack. She was 
wet real quick and I started rubbing her sex bump with my fingertip. She 
made a little 'Umm!' good feeling sound. 

"Then I don't know why I said it. I guess I heard some guys at school 
talking about one of the senior girls they said would suck off any guy who 
took her out to a dinner and a show. Anyway, I said, 'Hey, Ruthie, why don't 
you try putting your peter in your mouth ?' 

"She looked at me funny, surprised, and I had a shit-eating smile I know, 
and I blushed. I could feel my face get hot. 

"But she looked at my peter and kept on jerking it and said, 'Maybe I will 
... maybe I will. I never thought of it.' 

"But she didn't do it that day. She just kept on moving the skin up and down 
and I kept on fingering in her wet crack until she got hot and hotter and 
came. 

"When she went off, she whispered, 'Squirt now, Perry ... squirt." And her 
hand flipped faster and fester and her fingers gripped tighter. 

"She wriggled up closer to me and she was warm and nice. Her skinny hips 
were jerking against my finger. 

"I worked my right arm around her and pressed my face against her chest. I 
could feel the small softness of her little breasts through her dress. They 
were warm. 

"My peter was hard as a rock and it was tingling, building up the charge for 
a big, powerful orgasm. But that time I didn't squirt until she was over her 
own coming. She was getting quiet and taking deep slow exhaling breaths and 
her hand was looser and slower. 

"I had to tell her, 'I'm there-' and she did her best-she jerked faster and 
harder and watched as I shot my load all over. 

"I had my eyes closed, but I felt a gob land on my neck. I was gasping and 
digging my finger deep into her hole-right into her vagina. It was easy. 
There wasn't anything in the way. 

"Ruthie kept jerking me until I said stop, and then she said, 'Don't stick 
your finger in me like that! I don't like it. It hurts.' 

"I said I was sorry. I watched her as she played with my stuff with her 
-fingers, and smelled it again and then pulled up her dress and slip and 
smeared some of it over her little pink nipples. She said, 'This won't make 
me have a baby, will it?' 

"I said no. I thought it was a weird thing to do, frankly. 

"Then we had to clean up. It was a mess. She didn't remember to aim my peter 
straight up, and I had squirted all over me and all over the bed. 

"She wiped it up, but my shirt was all spotted and wet and I had to put it 
in the laundry and hope mom wouldn't see the dried spots and know what they 
were. 

"We wiped a spot on the bedspread but it didn't do much good-the stuff was 
all soaked in. 

"When I jerk off by myself I put a hanky the head of my peter when I'm 
shooting off. 

"When I complained about it to Ruthie, she said she'd do better next time. 
She pulled her dress and slip up again to her neck, you know just under her 
armpits, to show me how much her breasts had grown, but I couldn't see any 
difference, except maybe the nipples were sticking out a tiny bit more. They 
had a glazed look-the nipples-from the dried stuff she had coated them with. 

"She asked me to play with them. So I did, some. I liked to hold them both 
in my hands. They were like soft oranges, about that size. Small halves of 
oranges. And smooth and very warm. I could feel her heartbeat in one. Her 
heart was thumping away pretty fast. Faster than mine. 

"She put her hand down between my legs and played with my nuts. She held 
them in her hand and warmed them that way, and jiggled them a little with 
her fingers. For some reason, her doing that got to me and my peter started 
to grow up my belly again, getting long and hard. 

"She said, 'Hey, my peter looks like it wants to get jacked off again.' 

"I guess I didn't like her way of talking that way-like my peter was hers. 
So I said, 'Your peter wants you to suck him.' 

"No, he doesn't." 

"Yes, he does." 

"She put her ear down close to the pee hole and said, 'I don't hear him say 
anything.' 

"So I sort of whispered in a high voice, like a mouse, 'Suck me, Ruthie.' 

"She broke up, and I did, too. She said just a minute and went out to the 
bathroom and came back with a warm, soapy washcloth and a towel. She didn't 
say anything to me ... she talked to my peter. 'Does my big peter want his 
mommy to suck him?' She washed it good. 'Does you want me to put you in my 
mouth? Your own mommy's mouth?' 

"It was funny but it sounded weird and it made me nervous. It was like I 
wasn't there at all, just her and my peter. She was doing it to bug me. 

"She dried it with the towel and started jerking it slowly, real slow, nice 
and easy, getting it up real hard. 

"I said, 'I guess I'll finger-fuck my crack a little bit.' And I worked my 
finger down into her pussy, in to where the opening was. First I rubbed up 
her sex button good. I figured if I got her hot she'd suck me. 

"That's the way it worked, too. I got her so she was squirming around a lot 
and got her head closer and closer to my peter. 

"I had to shift hands. I had to reach down behind her and under her skinny 
ass to find her crack to keep up the fingering. She was twisting around 
little by little. She was sort of crooning to my peter. She had it in both 
hands and was moving the skin up and down that way, and she stared at the 
opening. There was a drop of slippery clear stuff there from how hot I was 
and from her jerking. 

"She was whispering to my peter and I couldn't make out her words. That was 
some game she was playing. It made me mad. 

"I worked my middle finger over her sex bump for a bit, then slid it into 
her hole. It was hot and tight in there. 

"Ruthie acted like she couldn't feel where I had my finger. She had her 
mouth real close to the head of my peter. She stuck out her tongue and 
touched the tip and tasted the stuff there. She whispered to my peter. I 
pushed my finger further into her hole, trying to find how deep I could get 
it in. I got my finger all the way in. I could feel the end of her hole, 
soft and bumpy. She gave a quick jerk when I touched a certain bumpy place 
way deep-I guess it was the entrance to her womb. 

"She stuck her tongue out again and licked off the rest of the clear stuff 
at the end of my peter. Then she pulled my peter closer with both hands and 
put her lips on the head and sort of let it slide right into her mouth. 

"It felt like nothing I'd ever felt before. If you can imagine dipping the 
head of your peter into warm taffy while it's being pulled. Then Ruthie 
started using her tongue and I forgot everything but what she was doing. 

"She still had both hands on my peter and she had the head of it in her 
mouth, then she took more into her mouth, down to the top of her second 
hand. I guess she had about two inches of it in her mouth and it felt great. 
Her tongue was sliding around like she was still talking to it. 

"She lifted her head away and licked her lips. She looked up at my face. 
'Was it good? Did I do it right?' 

"Sure. Do it again." 

"So she did. She kept her hands on it and she sucked at the end, licking and 
sucking like it was candy or ice cream or something. 

"I started finger-fucking her, then. I started touching that bumpy spot deep 
inside her hole and she always gave a little jerk of her ass and she did 
wild things with her tongue with the head of my peter in her mouth. 

"It was like touching her in there with the tip of my finger was turning her 
on someway. Then I figured out it was maybe that, too, but mostly it was the 
way the knuckle of my third finger was hitting her sex spot, her clitoris, 
each time I pushed my middle finger into her. 

"Whatever it was, my ten-year-old sister really got going good on sucking me 
off. I mean, wow, did she ever work at it. And I was getting that tingle and 
that gut-tightness that you get just before you go off. I wanted to shoot my 
load right into her mouth. I didn't care if it tasted like shit to her, 
that's what I wanted-to pump that stuff down her throat if I could. 

"The feeling of her mouth and tongue kept getting better and better. She 
must have known I was close the way I was sort of breathing-moaning. 

"I couldn't shoot off in her mouth without warning her, though. I just 
couldn't. So I said, 'I'm almost there!' And I know she heard me. 

"But Ruthie kept on sucking like crazy so I figured she wanted to get her 
mouth full of the stuff at least once. 

"I let it build up in my guts and belly. My peter felt like a tower. She 
kept jerking me off and sucking those end two inches till I thought my 
brains were going to cook. 

"I kept on jabbing my finger deep into her hole, too, faster and faster and 
harder and harder the closer I got to going off. 

"At the end, when I was in that last ten seconds before shooting off, I was 
finger-fucking her like my finger was a piston, really fast. And my knuckle 
was popping on her clitoris good. 

"But then I just came apart, you know? I just closed my eyes and let it go. 
I couldn't stop it anyway. 

"Ruthie was sucking and sucking and I shot that stuff right up into her 
mouth. I didn't want to see it, but my eyes opened anyway and I saw her face 
when that first squirt went up. She had my peter all the way in to her hand 
and was swishing her tongue against it and I groaned and I could feel my 
guts or something contract and my peter sort of throbbed and jumped and that 
stuff flew up deep in her mouth. 

"Her eyes were half closed but they opened fast and she sort of choked and 
her mouth opened wider and she made a split-second move to pull her mouth 
away, but then she didn't. For some reason she closed her mouth and closed 
her eyes tight and let the rest of it pump up into her mouth. 

"I was holding my breath. My peter shot stuff again and again. She just kept 
her mouth clamped tight around the head and let it come. And the best part 
was her keeping her hands going up and down on my peter so I got the 
pleasure out of it all. It would have felt a lot better if she had really 
sucked and used her tongue when I shot off, but she didn't know enough-and I 
guess the shock of that first gob of stuff shooting into her mouth 
short-circuited her mind or something. 

"When I had squirted it all out and the feeling was almost gone, she pulled 
her mouth off, but kept her lips tightly shut and kept all that stuff in her 
mouth. 

"I saw her work her mouth and make a face and swallow it. 

"My stomach turned over. I mean, I almost got sick. Maybe she did, too. I 
asked her why she did it and she didn't say why. She just said, 'It's mine, 
isn't it?' 

"I said, 'You want me to pee in your mouth, too?' She said that was 
different, and besides, she said, she wasn't going to suck me off anymore. 
She said, 'I only did it this once to see what it was like, that's all. Just 
to see.' 

"Can't you spit it out? It wouldn't be as bad that way." 

"I know what I'll do next time, You wait and see." 

"The next time was three days later. She didn't change any-she kept hanging 
around in my room, telling me not to jack off until she did it for me. 

"We sort of arranged a date for the third day because we knew dad over timed 
then and mom took the time to visit her sister, so we'd have at least an 
hour all alone in the house. 

"Ruthie kept telling me, 'Don't you do anything with my peter!' And I'd say, 
sarcastic, 'I have to pee once in a while, you know!' And she'd say, 'You 
know what I mean!' 

"She didn't want me to go out on a date, even. She really was ape over my 
peter ... she really thought it was hers. She said it, too: 'It should have 
been mine. God put it on you and he should have waited and made me a boy.' 

"Anyway, the third day came and I hadn't jacked off and she winked at me 
that morning at the table. I kicked her on the leg. 

"So I got home from school and she was waiting and we went to my room and 
she couldn't wait for me to get my pants down. 

"She dug it out of my underpants and it was getting hard and she said, 'Umm, 
there's my big peter! Oh, and getting so nice and hard for me! Do you like 
your mommy's hand ... hmmm?' 

"It was sort of sick. She treated it like a baby or a puppy or something. 

"She said, 'You're going to feel good in a minute, big peter. I'm going to 
make you all well, Mommy's going to milk you and get all that white stuff 
out of you. Then you can get all soft again.' 

"She petted it and played with it and rubbed her cheeks against it and said 
how hot it was and kissed it a couple times, but she didn't suck it. I asked 
her to, but she wouldn't. 

"She got off the bed and left the room. She said she'd be right back. She 
came back with an empty olive jar with the cap on. 

"She said, 'You'll see,' when I asked what it was for. She sat next to me on 
my bed and played with my peter and sucked her lower lip and frowned and 
thought hard. Then she smiled and told me to get up on my hands and knees 
over her; "her" peter was right close to her face. 

"I did it quick. I thought she was going to suck me off again. But she 
started jerking me off in that position, with my peter sticking straight 
down toward her neck. 

"It felt good that way, I've got to admit that. It was a different way to do 
it, and I had it figured- when I squirted it would be into the jar she had 
ready in her other hand. 

"She jerked my skin up and down real smooth. She got a special kind of 
flipping action in her wrist in the position and it was easy on her arm. 

"Ruthie kept her eyes on my peter as she worked the skin up and down. It was 
only a few inches from her face. She breathed through her half-open mouth. 
She said, 'Tell me when it's going to squirt.' 

"I said okay. I was sort of crouched over her and looking under with my head 
upside down. 

"Pretty soon I was getting that hot, tight, ready-to-shoot feeling. I told 
her. 

"She put the open olive jar right under the end of my peter and kept on 
jerking smooth as silk. In fact, she even went faster. 

"I was pumping my hips some, I couldn't help it, it felt so good, sort of 
like fucking. Ruthie told me to stop it. I tried, but I was right THERE and 
I looked under and saw the stuff shoot out-just like a cow's teat shoots 
milk-it shot into the olive jar. 

"Then I raised nay head and just enjoyed it and stared at the picture of 
Laurel and Hardy on my wall over the headboard of my bed while Ruthie kept 
on jerking me and milking me and cooing as I gasped and moaned over her. My 
legs nearly gave way. 

"When I was empty she stopped jerking my peter. I collapsed onto my side 
beside her. There was quite a bit of the stuff in the jar. A tablespoonful 
at least. Three days' work of my nuts went into it. 

"Ruthie screwed the lid back onto the small jar. 'From now on this is the 
way we'll do it. There's no mess at all this way.' 

"I asked her if she wanted me to finger her off She said okay and let me 
pull down her panties. I slid my hand down in between her legs and she was 
gooey wet in her crack. 

"She said, 'Use two fingers, Perry. One to finger-fuck me, and one to rub my 
hot spot.' 

"It was awkward at first because I had to use a finger from each hand to do 
it right. But I worked out a position and went to work on her that way. I 
got a good rhythm going, poking the middle finger of my left hand into her 
hole while I used the middle finger of my right hand to rub her clitoris in 
all that wet goo. She was really hot. She closed her eyes and held that jar 
against her chest and said she wished she could jerk me off at the same 
time. 

"I had an idea. I pushed and kicked my pants and underwear all the way off 
and straddled her again, only this time facing her legs, so my peter and 
nuts hung down right over her head. 

"I could still do her with two fingers by resting on my elbows. 

"She reached up and started playing with my nuts and peter. 'Is there still 
some stuff left in there? I'll bet there is.' She started pulling me off 
again, slow and easy, to get me hard again, and she was looking right up at 
the bottom of my hanging nuts and peter, right up between my thighs. If I 
had squatted lower, her nose would've been up against my asshole. 

"I was working my fingers pretty good after a minute, and Ruthie was getting 
close to coming. She had both hands up rubbing my peter and nuts, and the 
closer she got to going off, the faster she jerked me. 

"It only took her a short time to make it. She was squirming around real 
good and I was finger-fucking and finger-rubbing her good and fast. 

"She had her peak and relaxed for a minute. I stopped fingering her and 
rested, but didn't change position because she said to stay put. 

"She kept on playing with me. And I was hard again, too. Seeing her all hot 
and having an orgasm got me interested again. My seven-and-a-half inches 
were wobbling around against her forehead and nose. There was a drop of that 
clear stuff at the tip and she licked it off. But she didn't suck or 
anything like that. She just kept on pulling on the skin smooth and regular. 

"I started fingering her again. She was still gooey in the crack. This time 
we managed to make it off together, and she got another four or five good 
squirts from my peter. 

"We both knew we'd do it again that way. 

"And we did. Every two or three days we'd manage to get together alone and 
do it at least once. 

"We never were caught, either. We got away with it every time. 

"What got me was that Ruthie never emptied that olive bottle. She kept each 
drop of my stuff. When the first jar got full, she started filling up 
another one. I asked her why she did it, but she just clammed up and changed 
the subject. 

"I think she kept the bottles-the full ones- hidden in the basement 
somewhere, maybe buried. 

"We did that for three years, till I went to college. I moved away 
to-school. And Ruthie got interested in boys. 

"It was embarrassing after that to even try to talk about it. So I just let 
it slide and she did, too. 

"But, God, could she ever jerk me off good!" 

The above episode, if it terminated the way Perry claims it had-and there is 
no reason to doubt his story-could be written off as nothing other than 
normal adolescent experimentation with the mysteries of sex. The one 
disturbing factor in the case is Ruthie's displeasure with the fact that she 
was not born a boy. This "penis envy" situation is, however, quite common 
with young girls, and is, quite often, outgrown with psychological and 
emotional development. The chances are, since Ruthie did become interested 
in other boys, that she, too, eventually overcame this feeling of 
inadequacy. 

Chapter Five: Corri 

You might title this last case history "One Last Fling." It is the story of 
Harry, a short man of fifty-seven years, gray-haired, fat, with puffy brown 
eyes and spotted skin who talked a blue streak about his great moment. 

I met Harry in a local Laundromat. He is the kind of person who likes to 
talk; he will pour out his life story to anyone. 

As it happened, we were alone in the place; it was almost eleven at night. 

We first exchanged basic "positioning" and "status" information so we would 
know where we stood socially and personally. 

He was intrigued with my position as a freelance writer of sex material. His 
voice lowered confidentially. I knew what was coming ... 

I couldn't make notes, but I have a good memory, and I have a habit of as 
soon as possible typing out five and six page resumes of important, usable 
conversations with strangers and acquaintances and friends who don't mind if 
their experiences are used if they are assured of anonymity. 

I always change names and keep places vague. So, with Harry, I listened 
attentively once I caught the direction and content of his story. I asked a 
lot of questions, too. 

He had been divorced at fifty-five and was lonely. All the women he met who 
wanted to have anything to do with him were widows who wanted to remarry, 
and none of them appealed to him. 

Harry wanted something young and beautiful to play with in his declining 
years. 

But economics was a factor, too. He didn't have the income or the savings 
that would attract and keep a sweet young thing. 

He was realistic enough to know his looks and personality would not be 
attractive to a young woman. There seemed to be no way out of his dilemma. 

Then he decided that if he couldn't have it for long, he could at least have 
his dreams come true for one night. 

Harry had worked for years in a fringe area of the entertainment industry. 
He knew some people who knew people who could arrange things, for a price. 

He paid the price and set up a tryst-with a sexy young prostitute and her 
sexy ten-year-old daughter. 

It cost him over four hundred dollars. But he had something he could 
remember and tell about and relive in his mind ... something he considered 
special. 

And this is what happened: 

He arrived at the big motel at five in the afternoon, bathed, shaved, 
dressed, had a fine dinner and returned to his room. 

The mother-daughter team were due at seven-thirty. His wallet was heavy with 
cash and his overnight bag held some interesting items. 

He was anxious as he waited. He was afraid and yet hoped nothing had gone 
wrong. He listened for steps on the concrete walk outside his room. 

At seven-twenty-five there was a light rap on his door. 

He swallowed and went to answer it. 

The mother was breathtaking. She was as he had ordered-a young Sophia-Loren 
type, with heavy breasts and solid, yet trim, hips. Her face was pure Latin; 
full-lipped, oval, with large dark eyes, an olive skin, long, flowing black 
hair. She hardly looked twenty years old to him. 

She wore an expensive gray pants-suit, the newly "in" square-toed shoes, and 
a big, glittering wedding ring. Large silver shells dangled and swayed from 
three-inch silver chains from her ear-lobes. She carried a smart gray 
leather purse. 

She smiled. "Hello. Are you Mr. Zelton?" 

Harry nodded, dry-mouthed. His gaze shifted to the little girl standing 
beside the young woman, holding her mother's hand. 

The child was just beginning to develop; small breasts punched out bulges in 
her white blouse and light green sweater. She was skinny, with a boy's hips. 
Her brown plaid miniskirt ended at mid-thigh; her legs were slim-almost 
bony. 

The child looked up at him seriously, shrewdly, with liquid brown eyes. He 
was reminded of a Kean painting. Her black hair was drawn back into a simple 
ponytail, accenting her youth. 

Harry's stomach was leaden and oily. He was sweating and breathing fast. 

The lovely young woman said, "I'm Mrs. Marcia Smith. This is Corri, my 
daughter. We're here about the interview." 

He couldn't speak. He stepped back and gestured them in. He closed the door. 
He regretted everything. He wanted out. He was positive he would never be 
able to get an erection now, even though earlier during his shower in his 
wild anticipation his penis had been sticking out like some kind of 
pink-white handle below his fat belly folds. 

Then he remembered the pills he had in his bag -the stimulants, the 
aphrodisiacs to make him potent again and again. They were dangerous- hard 
on the heart and liver, the disreputable doctor had warned him. But once ... 
well, for one night ... 

And there were the devices in the bag, top. The dildoes he had kept hidden 
for years, with his fantasies, and the specially designed vibrators from the 
erotic arts store, and the French ticklers to wear, and the penis extenders 
... because Harry wasn't well hung, barely five inches. 

This time ... this time, with this woman he wanted to go deep, and feel the 
bottom of her! 

And there were secret, very secret, wishes and desires in the back of his 
mind ... things he wanted to try with a little girl ... things he wanted the 
mother and daughter to do to each other ... 

Harry thought himself a completely evil, dirty-minded man, and he didn't 
care. Not now. This one night there were to be no restraints. 

The child, Corri, went to the TV and turned it on. She said to Harry, over 
her shoulder, "You don't look like you can go all night." 

A smile twitched her mother's full-lipped mouth. "We must do our best for 
all our special friends, dear." Then Marcia smiled professionally and said 
to Harry, "But we have to have our fee, of course." 

Harry blinked. "Down to business right away? Don't you want a drink first?" 
He waved at the bottles, ice bucket, and mixers on the wall table. That 
setup had cost him thirty dollars. 

"We'll do whatever you like after you pay us. Until eight o'clock tomorrow 
morning we'll be yours to command. If you want us to get roaring drunk, we 
will." 

"Well, I was just being sociable. I have the money ... " He took out his 
money-thick wallet and counted out the twenties. 

He had already paid a hundred dollars to the "agency." Now he was paying 
three hundred to these two. 

And he didn't think he'd get an erection! His penis was as limp as a noodle. 

The money went into the purse and the purse snapped shut. 

Corri had flipped through the channels of the color set. She settled on an 
old Western. When she heard the purse shut, she said over the growling 
threats of a black-clad gunslinger, "I'll bet he wants you to suck him off 
first." 

Harry was shocked at the child's language. 

Marcia laughed. She put her arm around his waist. "I'll have that drink now, 
Mr. Zelton. What's your first name?" Her large breast pressed against his 
arm. 

Harry told her. He liked the feel of her and her friendliness. He forgave 
Corri her unthinking, child's frankness. He mixed a drink for Marcia. For 
himself he made a weak one. Alcohol diminished a man's capacity. 

Marcia kissed him on the cheek with drink-wet lips. "You want me to do 
anything now, Harry? You're a little bit afraid of us, aren't you? You're 
not used to situations like this, I can tell. I can tell. I know men like I 
know my own body." 

She led him to the king-size bed. She sat and put her drink aside. She 
embraced and kissed him sensually. 

Corri ignored them. She was absorbed in watching a shoot-out. 

Marcia rubbed the impressive bulges of her breasts against him. "Would you 
like me to undress?" 

He nodded. Some life was coming back into his loin. He asked, "Is the little 
girl ... is Corri rosily your daughter?" 

"Yes. I had her when I was thirteen. We get ripe young in our family. It 
won't be long for her now." 

Corri half turned; she had been listening. "I'm never going to get 
pregnant." 

Marcia smiled indulgently. "Famous last words, baby." She opened her suit 
top. She wore no bra or slip. Her flesh was dazzling-breasts like soft white 
cantaloupes, pale, blue-veined, with striations of barely visible stretch 
marks. And nipples ... ah, Harry fell in love with those giant 
mouth-watering nipples-reddish purple, sticking out like boysenberries, as 
big as the last joint of his little finger, and set in wrinkled circles of 
brownish red areola. 

Marcia was proud of her breasts. She had taken a deep breath to project them 
dramatically at their unveiling. 

Corri said, watching with envy and contempt, "My mother the cow." 

Marcia broadened her smile as Harry stared and extended a shaking hand to 
touch one of the soft, round globes. She said to him, "They're yours now, 
Harry." To Corri she said, "These are in your genes, baby. Another year and 
you'll be sticking out pretty good." 

Harry leaned forward and kissed the warm, soft, perfumed flesh. He closed 
his lips on one of the protruding nipples. He closed his eyes and sucked 
happily. His hands cupped the weight of the breast and lifted it slightly. 
He pressed his face into the smooth white flesh. His penis grew in his 
pants. 

Marcia made happy, pleasurable sounds. "Do what you want, Harry. That's 
good, I like men who suck me like that ... ohhh ... yes ... " She sank back 
on the bed. Her arms held him close. He followed, continuing to suck. His 
tension drained away slowly. Her nipples were so satisfying. 

After some minutes Marcia was sighing quietly. She stroked the back of his 
neck. He was sucking her other nipple now. His hands fondled both bowl like 
breasts. 

She said softly, "Harry, you're actually turning me on. I love having my 
tits eaten like this, I usually never get enough of it. I could just lay 
here taking this for hours ... " 

Corri switched off the TV. She came over to the bed and watched for a 
minute. "I'll bet he's going to want to suck mine, too." 

Marcia nodded. She gestured to Harry's bulging erection. "Give him a thrill, 
baby." 

"Okay." Corri reached over and felt his penis in his pants. 

Harry trembled. He kept on sucking, but harder now. 

Marcia sighed heavily. She unbuttoned and unzipped the side of her pants. 
She slid her hand down inside her panties. She fingered herself. "Umm, 
Harry, you've got me all sticky." 

Corri continued groping at his penis. "It isn't very big." 

Marcia made a no-no face at her. Then she said, "Give him a big thrill, 
baby. He's our daddy for tonight." 

Harry trembled. He loved sucking these nipples. He loved lolling his tongue 
around them and grazing his tightened lips on them, and vibrating them with 
a rapidly flicking tongue. 

He loved the soft warmth of her abundant flesh against his face. And now the 
little girl's hand was curiously grabbing and "sizing" his penis ... now he 
felt her trying to unzip his pants ... 

They both wanted to please him. He could tell they knew what to do. He owned 
them for a night. 

But he was ashamed of his big belly. He was reluctant to let them see it. 
But he had to. 

Harry lifted his mouth from Marcia's left breast. He looked down at Corri. 
She looked up and met his gaze. Her big brown eyes were neutral; there was 
no enthusiasm in them. No lust. 

He wanted her to want to do things to him. He wanted her to be enthusiastic 
and eager. He wanted her child's face transformed, masked with desire ... 

Harry rolled aside and sat up. He gave his first command to his slaves for 
the night. "Get undressed. We all get undressed." 

He turned his back to them when he took off his pants and shorts. His penis 
softened. He sat on the bed and peeled off his socks. He grunted off his 
undershirt and an aroma of underarm deodorant and body powder rose to his 
nostrils. 

Harry heard Marcia and Corri over by the dressing alcove, hanging up their 
clothes. 

He rolled onto his back on the bed and propped his back with pillows. His 
belly was not so prominent and shaming this way. 

His penis was a small wrinkled turtle in a nest of curly graying hair. But 
it began to extend its head as he watched the young woman-what a body!-and 
the girl become naked for him. 

Yes, the things he had dreamed were possible! Marcia was soft and loving and 
willing. Corri would do what her mother told her to do. 

Marcia turned and winked at Harry. Her bush was a wide and thick triangle. 
Her legs were slightly imperfect-a few varicosities showing, a slight 
thickness in the thighs. She was all pale-white skin; not a hint of tanned 
skin anywhere. 

And the little girl: skinny, tight little buttocks, hips so narrow, and 
little white fists of firm flesh on her chest, with small budlike nipples, a 
hint of her mother's huge ones. And a white little bare mound between her 
thighs, a small, pink-lipped cleft that sent swirling images and questions 
through Harry's mind. 

Marcia squatted and pulled off Corn's anklets. She stood and took the girl's 
hand. "Let's go play with our papa now, baby." 

They walked across the beige carpet toward the bed. Naked. Mother and 
daughter. Harry was a bit breathless for a second. 

Then Marcia was on the bed, seemingly reading his mind, straddling his 
waist, dangling her white melons against his face, smiling down, nudging his 
chin and nose with their soft weight, enclosing his face in the deep, warm, 
perfumed valley between. 

He guided a fat nipple into his mouth. He saw Corri get on the bed, too, and 
reach for his genitals. He experienced but could not see her small, slender 
hands playing in his crotch. Immediately his penis grew up out of the curly 
jungle. 

She seized his penis in a hand and rubbed it skillfully with finger and 
thumb, an adroit caress that caused swift, complete erection. Harry said, "I 
want to see." Marcia got off him. She rested beside him, her massive breasts 
gently moving lures of white flesh, rubbery dark-red nipples. 

Harry filled his hand with a breast and thumbed the stiff teat. His eyes 
remained on Corri. 

She was so young! Such big brown, innocent eyes were seeing his penis, 
observing her little girl's hand play with it. She had her mother's full 
lips. Her mouth was slightly open, a hint of even white teeth, the tip of a 
pink tongue. 

He wanted her to suck him! But he could not say it. 

Corri started masturbating him slowly, her hand fisted around his thin, 
small shaft. 

Marcia said, "Baby, I think Harry would like a special favor from you." 

Corri made a slight face and said a reluctant, "Okay." She inspected his 
circumcised penis closely and then took his breath away by unexpectedly 
taking it deep into her mouth. Her face descended below the level of his 
corpulent belly. 

Corri's tongue fluttered expertly in just the right place. Her lips 
tightened on the head, then swept down the length till she had nearly all of 
his five inches in her mouth. Her head rose and fell. 

Harry was transfixed. The sight of her doing that! The incredible feel of 
it! His ex-wife had only done it twice for him in the twenty-two years of 
their marriage. And now, a lovely little girl-with her luscious mother 
looking on, approving, practically having ordered the child to do it. 

A tumult of pleasure filled his loins. Harry was suddenly panting, clutching 
Marcia's full breasts, his big belly quaking, his penis spurting in Corri's 
clinging, working mouth, his heart thundering in his chest. 

Corri kept on until his thighs tightened up and his knees lifted to force 
her head away. 

She worked her mouth and spat his semen into her upturned palm. She left the 
bed and went into the bathroom. 

Harry lay loose and amazed, unable to look at Marcia. 

Marcia cuddled down against him, her breasts forming warmly against his arm 
and side. "Isn't she good at that? I taught her all the tricks. She can 
really do a job on a small man. It's so much easier, even for me. A girl can 
do so much for a man if he isn't too large." 

Harry nodded dazedly. "How old is she?" 

"Almost eleven. Another year or two and she'll be the most expensive call 
girl in the world. She'll be beautiful." 

He nodded. His heart was slowing, beating regularly. He thought of the vial 
of pills and capsules in his overnight bag-and the implements. 

Marcia put her hand on his mounded stomach and slid it down the thick, 
doughy folds to his shrunken, wet-tipped penis. 

She fingered him gently. "I hope you can get a stiff-on again pretty soon. I 
want to show you what I can do. And I'm sure you want to do other things 
with us. Don't you?" 

"I didn't pay for a whole night for nothing." 

Corri came out of the bathroom. "Can I watch TV for a while now? 

Marcia caught Harry's slight frown. "He's not paying us to sit and watch TV, 
baby. Come and see if you can help me get him hard again." 

Corri wrinkled her nose. "I bet it'll take an hour." 

Harry heaved himself off the bed, stung by her words. He said recklessly, 
"I'll be screwing you within fifteen minutes, little lady!" He grabbed his 
overnight bag and went into the bathroom. 

Harry worried for a moment that Marcia or the child would steal the rest of 
his money, dress quickly, and run out. He listened at the thin door but 
heard no scurrying activity. He heard Marcia's low voice and Corri's 
giggling laugh. 

He flushed. They were talking about his belly and his small penis! 

He opened his bag and took a powerful stimulant. Amphetamine. Speed. Then 
from a small un-labeled plastic vial he took one of two golden capsules, and 
swallowed it. He drank two glasses of water as the doctor had advised. 

He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes, the man had promised. Ten minutes and 
the pills would bring his penis up and keep it up for hours. Make love all 
you want, but not for too long at any one time. Your heart won't take it. If 
you didn't have that gut hanging out it would be different. 

Harry washed his penis. He went out to the mother and daughter he had hired. 
He took his bag. 

They were waiting on the big bed. Their nakedness-and his-was a slight 
shock. He was both appalled and delighted at Corri's youth and depravity. He 
liked the tremendous contrast in the development of their bodies. Mother and 
daughter! His mind danced with glee around the fire of their ages and 
relationship. 

He settled heavily on the bed. H" asked Marcia, "You like a big one for 
screwing?" He rubbed her gently convex belly, smooth and warm like her 
breasts, and then pushed his stubby-fingered hand down between her fleshy 
thighs. 

She smiled as his fingers rubbed over her bearded vulva. She opened her legs 
for him. "Are you going to surprise me, Harry?" 

"You like a big one, do you, for good screwing"! A well-developed woman like 
you? How much do you like? How many inches?" 

She pursed her full, red lips. She glanced at her daughter. "I don't let big 
men get into Corri. She isn't a woman inside yet. Shoving seven or eight 
inches into her little pussy would tear her. But you're not too big, Harry. 
She can take you." 

"I talk about you." He was surprised to find her vulva slippery with 
secretion. She really did like having her nipples sucked like that; it was 
no act. 

"Me ... I like to suck small ones and be fucked blind by big ones." 

"The bigger the better, eh?" 

She smiled and nodded. "I'll bet you've got a big surprise for me in that 
bag, haven't you?" 

"How do you know?" 

Corri sat cross-legged, examining her small, firm, round breasts. She said, 
not looking up, "A lot of old guys go in for using big rubber dicks." 

Harry felt a slight glow of heat in his loins. The drugs were beginning to 
take effect. His heart was beginning to speed up. 

He said to Corri, "I'm too heavy to get on top of you. I want you to sit on 
me and screw that way in a minute. First I want to show you and your mother 
... " 

He found his embarrassment fading. He found it easier to say things to them, 
and to give orders to them. He had no regrets now. 

Harry lifted the leather zip bag to the bed. He reached in and took out the 
first thing-a new penis extension with a variety of soft latex flanges and 
ridges and bumps. With it on, he had a "reach" of seven inches. 

Marcia took it and examined it. "I haven't seen one quite like this before. 
Harry, you'll drive me crazy with this." 

He produced a huge latex dildoe with molded penis heads at each end. It was 
over a foot long. 

Corri laughed at the sight of it. "He wants us to fuck each other, mom." 

Harry grinned. "Yes? Can it be done?" 

"We'll see. Maybe a little bit." Marcia bent the pliable cock in a circle. 
Almost to herself she said, "I'd have to take most of it ... " 

He brought out a seven-inch penis-shaped vibrator. 

Corri came alive; her face brightened and she reached for it. "That's what I 
like! Let me have it." 

Harry kept it away from her hand. "I will use it as you like on you." He 
looked at Marcia. "You will get me hard with your mouth now." To Corri he 
said, patting the blanket, "Lay here beside me and I will vibrate you." 

Corri obeyed. She stretched out, a skinny child, naked and vulnerable, 
sophisticated and cynical beyond her years. She said warningly, "Don't put 
it in me very far. I just like the end part on my sensitive place." 

"On her clitoris, Harry." Marcia moved down on the bed so she could suck his 
penis. She rested her large, waggling, hanging breasts between his bony 
knees. She brushed her long black hair away from her face and pressed her 
face between his pale, hairy thighs. She began by licking his scrotum. 

Harry's penis stirred. Her tongue brushed his glans. It stirred and 
lengthened. 

He turned half on an elbow to Corri, beside him. He switched on the vibrator 
by twisting its butt end. It was the best model available; it hummed 
discreetly. 

He handed it to her. "Diddle yourself for a minute." He put his hand on her 
small rounded, firm breasts. The flesh was cool. Only the budding nipples 
were warm. He could easily enclose a breast in his hand. He squeezed gently 
and rubbed. 

He watched as Corri raised her knees and opened them wide. She placed the 
rounded, smooth, ivory-like tip of the vibrator against the lips of her 
pouting, hairless cleft. 

The vibrator seemed to part the pink lips with its tiny humming movement. 
Its tip slipped between and the sound deepened slightly. 

Corri sucked in her lower lip. Her eyelids fluttered over her big brown 
eyes. "Ooo, wow. This is a good one ... " 

Marcia's mouth had enclosed the whole of Harry's hardening penis. Her full 
lips moved wetly at the hairy root as her tongue stroked and slithered the 
length of his growing shaft. The glans probed deeper, touching her palate, 
nosing the back of her throat ... 

The doctor had said: You'll have dry orgasms after three or four climaxes. 
The sensations will be very acute when that point is reached ... 

Corri was moving the buried tip of the vibrator up and down the length of 
her cleft. The sound altered and became subtly wet. Her toes curled down and 
she grimaced, eyes tightly shut, delicate nostrils flaring. Her breathing 
became fast and shallow. 

The sight of her so aroused, in turn, aroused Harry. He whispered huskily, 
"Let me do it for you." He took the vibrator from her resisting hand and 
delved it lower in her now-sticky vulva. The pink lips were puffed and 
magically glistening. 

The rounded vibrator tip found the entrance to her inner channel. He could 
not resist gently pushing it in ... and in ... 

Marcia lifted her mouth from his stiff penis. She had been observing. She 
said, "Not too much, Harry." 

Half the buzzing cylinder was sunk into Corri's young vagina. She had not 
resisted or showed discomfort. 

He slid it out of her and nosed the tip high in her vulva to where her 
clitoris waited. She gasped delightfully. 

Marcia resumed sucking his penis. She took her time. She did not use her 
hands at all. She took his length deep into her mouth again, then, with 
tightly clinging lips and fluttering tongue, yielded his shaft slowly. Then 
her mouth greedily took him again. 

Corri clenched her small fists. Her sunken belly ridged. Her toes curled 
again. She opened her eyes for a second and watched her mother sucking 
Harry. She relaxed briefly. "Wow ... that's twice already." 

Harry was getting a powerful glow in his loins, a slowly intensifying 
pleasure. He knew he'd spurt in a few moments if he allowed Marcia to 
continue her expert sucking. Her tongue was amazing. 

He said, "I want Corri to get on me and screw me that way." He took the 
vibrator from Corri's center and turned it off. 

Marcia wordlessly gave up his penis. She rose up and sat back on her 
haunches. She gestured to Corri. 

The little girl straddled Harry's fleshy hips. She hovered over his penis as 
Marcia guided her. 

Marcia put his glans in position. "Now, baby, down easy ... " 

Harry could not see the connection, but he felt the entry-slick and tight. 
He wished he had a mirror as Corri sat lower on him and took him up into her 
hot vagina. Her smooth, bare cleft took him all and was pressed by her 
weight into the wiry nest of his pubic hair. 

Corri said, "It tickles-his hair." 

Marcia said, "Fuck him, baby. Get him off." 

Corri looked Harry right in the eyes. She watched his face intently as she 
leaned forward and began screwing up and down on his penis with a 
surprisingly smooth, erotic arching of her pelvis. 

The child was performing a skillful, twisting, acutely effective copulation, 
a breathtaking bump-and-grind on his penis. 

And she watched his face! 

She said, "I can make you come in two minutes." 

She slowly speeded her liquidly moving, narrow hips. Her lips parted and she 
began to pant lightly from the exertion, and from the sensation of sweetly 
jarring her opened vulva against his fat-padded, hairy pubic bone. 

She did it. It seemed no time at all before Harry was puffing in the throes 
of his orgasm, existing in that special, all-consuming universe of keen 
pleasure as he shot his semen up against her child's cervix, as she clutched 
a roll of fat at his waist, and pounded fast and hard down on him with 
spasming need, her ten-year-old face flushed, twisted as if in pain, mouth 
wide for air. 

When Corri slowed and at last sat still, Harry's penis continuing stiff in 
her, Marcia said, "That was good for both of you, wasn't it?" 

Corri wriggled on the hardness in her. "You're still big." 

Harry smiled triumphantly, but wanly. His heart was trip-hammering. "I'm 
more of a man than you thought." He nodded. "Keep it up if you want." 

"Mom-you want to?" 

"Not yet. It's up to Harry, dear." She touched his cheek, "You're all 
sweaty. You're almost as white as paper." She nodded minutely. "You took 
something, didn't you." 

Corri began rocking on his hips, in the saddle of his lap. "I can get myself 
off again in a minute." 

"Let him rest, baby. He has to last the night." Marcia watched Corri slide 
off Harry. She said to him, "Go take a shower. You're oozing perspiration." 

He agreed. Only an hour had gone by and already he had climaxed twice. 
Plenty of time. He had yet to attend to Marcia. 

He sat up and was dizzy for a few seconds. He got to his feet and trudged 
into the bathroom. His pulse was fluttering wildly. Harry began to pray a 
little: Dear God, a few more orgasms and you can have me. Let me fuck the 
mother with my extender on. Let me see her and the child use the long dildoe 
... 

He turned on the shower. He adjusted the spray and stepped in. The hot spray 
felt good. Yes, a shower was a good idea. He didn't want to stink, and fat 
men sweated so easily. He felt better in a moment. He lathered and washed. 
He got an idea. He stepped out of the stall, the water still pelting down, 
and padded wetly into the dressing alcove. 

Marcia was on the bed, unself-consciously working the head of the long 
double-dildoe into her pussy. 

Corri had the TV on again and was ignoring her mother. 

Marcia saw him. He waggled his finger at her. "Come to me. Bring with you 
that thing." He went back to the shower. He felt powerful now. His penis was 
sticking out, still hard, throbbing with a funny itch, like from inside. 

Marcia came smiling into the bathroom, all white jiggling breasts and 
shapely legs. Her delta was a thick muff, a dramatic, real evidence of 
womanhood. She held the impossibly long pink latex dildoe in her left hand, 
and it swung like a soft truncheon. 

Harry gestured her into the shower with him. 

"I'll get my hair all wet ... " But she obeyed. Water instantly streamed 
over her shoulders, between her udder like breasts, down her curving belly, 
into her bush, down her ivory, veined legs. Marcia laughed and lifted her 
oval face to the spray. Her long black hair was quickly sopping wet, 
plastered to her skull, her neck and shoulders. She let her mouth fill and 
overflow. 

Harry laughed and was backed in a corner of the tiled stall; he bent and 
took a big, wet water-stimulated nipple into his mouth. Water pelted his 
face. He closed his eyes. As he suckled he put his hands between her thighs. 
His fingers entered her and found her clitoris. He put one hand around on 
her buttocks and followed with a curious finger a stream of hot water into 
the deep, narrow crevice between the full cheeks. 

Marcia spat the running water from her mouth. She kissed Harry's wet gray 
hair. "Go ahead." She caressed his neck as his fingertip found her anus and 
pressed inward, as his other fingers rubbed her clitoris. 

She pressed her rump back against his hand. She asked, over the hissing 
spray, "Are you an ass man, Harry? Want to fuck me there?" 

He pushed his finger deeper into her anal sphincter. He gave up sucking her 
nipple to lift his head and kiss her on the lips. He answered, "Yes ... and 
Corri, too? In the ass?" 

"Of course, dear ... you can fuck my little girl in the ass." 

Harry trembled. He rotated his fingers on her clitoris. The inside of her 
large vulva was slippery, almost juicy with natural lubrication. Marcia was 
hot! 

He plunged two fingers into her vagina. She was loose and deep. He slipped 
in a third finger. 

She kissed him passionately. 

He drove a second finger into her anus. The rubbery, puckered hole yielded 
reluctantly. 

She jerked slightly, then pushed her ass back against his hand deep between 
her buttocks, seeking more penetration. 

He wormed the fingers in to their second joints. He finger-fucked her with 
both hands. His penis stuck out like a white lever from the plump cave of 
his loins. He wanted to use his penis! It was hard, and he was ready. To 
hell with his heart! 

Harry had an idea. It thrilled him. He told her, "Turn around." And at the 
same time he took the long, dangling, forgotten dildoe from her hand. 

Marcia turned. "You want to fuck me in the ass, Harry?" He nodded. 
"Anywhere." She bent over. Some of her long black hair came unstuck from her 
shoulders and hung, swaying, running water in a cascade. She laughed and 
reached back to pull the fleshy white globes of her ass apart. 

He wanted to try it ... everything. He had never in his life done it in an 
ass. So why not now? 

He cursed his interfering rolls and sags of belly. He pushed the head of his 
penis at the puckered brownish-red entrance. He pushed. He gripped her hips 
and pushed and felt the muscles yield. 

His glans was in her asshole! He excitedly jabbed it in as far as his belly 
permitted. He hunched over her, straining and puffing. There was a forbidden 
pleasure ... a squeezing friction in her asshole! 

He remembered the dildoe in his left hand. He held it by one end and reached 
back behind his own buttocks and slid it in between his thighs, past his 
hanging scrotum, and nudged it into Marcia's crotch. 

She was puzzled for an instant, then reached under and felt the latex head. 
"Harry-you old devil!" 

She guided it into her vagina. 

Harry slid it into her from behind his own ass. He didn't know how much of 
it was in her. His grip was on the opposite latex glans and his fist was 
thumping away below his buttocks, awkwardly, and he felt the shaft rubbing 
wetly between his thighs, jostling his scrotum. 

Then he kept his gripping hand in place at the back of his crotch and fucked 
her in the ass again, with the dildoe moving with him. He was fucking her in 
two places at once! He laughed and grunted and fucked in the hot spraying 
water. 

Marcia waggled her ass provocatively. "Can you make it this way, Harry? Can 
you come? God, you feel good in me ... both of you." She laughed. "Would you 
believe I've never done this before? Oh, it's wild!" 

Harry tightened his thighs on the dildoe. It was a part of him now; it was 
lodged snugly up against his crotch. He fucked hard and fast. He gasped and 
puffed and felt a weird, pressured glow in his penis. His glans was grazing 
in and out of Marcia's anus, right in the ring of clenching muscles. Beyond 
the sphincter was a nothingness, a softness that brought no sensation at 
all. 

Marcia was in a stooping position, writhing her hips, jerking in smooth 
coital moves, hands braced on her knees. "Umm, God, Ham*y, it's getting to 
me ... " 

His breath was a ragged wind in his chest. His penis was on fire somehow. He 
had never felt such a sensation before. A strange hot fist was tightening on 
his prostate ... tightening, burning. Great groaning sobs were torn from his 
throat. "HUHHHUHH ... " His vision darkened and filled with whorls of light 
and sparks of color. The burning in his penis possessed him and turned 
molten! He jabbed frenziedly in and out of her anus. He forgot to hold the 
dildoe. It flopped from her vagina and fell to the tiled shower floor. 
Harry's penis jumped and spasmed in her anus. He didn't know if any semen 
was spurted into her. His in-sides felt scoured and twisted, like slag. He 
slumped away from Marcia and leaned weakly against the tiled shower wall. 
The continuing spray of hot water pelted his belly and half-hidden genitals. 

Marcia turned and straightened. "You liked that, didn't you? Are you all 
right?" 

He nodded. His legs felt weak. His heart was fluttering again. He would have 
to rest on the bed for a while ... 

Marcia knelt and lathered her hands with the small pink bar of motel soap. 
She cupped his genitals in her hands and washed him there. She asked, "What 
kind of a booster did you take? You're still half hard!" 

Harry looked down at her lush white nakedness and wanted her! The 
aphrodisiac was working powerfully in his system. 

When Marcia had rinsed him, he left the shower. He grabbed a towel and went 
out into the main room. 

Corri was lying on the bed, watching a variety show on TV. Her skinny legs 
were crossed tightly. She watched him sit heavily on a padded luggage bench 
and begin to dry himself. 

She said, grinning, "I heard you two in there." She uncrossed her thighs and 
showed him the vibrator humming away, half in her vagina. "I'm sure glad you 
brought this thing." 

The shower was turned off. Marcia came out of the bathroom with a towel. She 
tossed the long rubbery dildoe onto the bed. "Baby, if it's okay with Harry, 
I'm going to need you in a minute." Marcia toweled her wet hair vigorously. 

Harry asked, "For what?" 

Marcia patted her big breasts with the towel. "I'm ready! I've been needing 
attention since you started sucking my nipples. That business in the shower 
... You watch, Harry. Maybe it'll turn you on and you'll be rested enough to 
use Corri again." She rubbed the towel down her legs. 

Harry nodded. He glanced at his waterproof wristwatch. It was only a few 
minutes past nine. He said, "Do whatever you want." 

Marcia finished toweling herself. She went to her purse and brought out a 
tube of lubricant She sat on the bed and picked up the dildoe. She looked 
hesitantly at Harry. 

He said, "What?" 

"Can I use that rubber extension with all the things on it?" 

He shrugged. His eyes widened when she took the item from the bedside table 
where it had been put aside earlier. She pushed and tugged it onto one end 
of the long dildoe. The soft flanges, ridges, and bumps made the dildoe an 
amazing object-like a rubber imitation of some vicious medieval club. And it 
was thick at the end now, as thick as Corri's forearm. 

But Marcia's eyes were hot as she squeezed out dollops of the gel-like 
lubricant and smeared the stuff over more than half the length of the shaft 
plus the extension. 

Corri pulled the vibrator out of herself and turned it off. She put it aside 
as her mother handed her the prepared dildoe. 

Corri held it by its dry end. She made as if to hit her mother over the head 
with it. The dildoe flexed and whipped in a six-inch arc. 

Corri giggled and looked at Harry. "Mom really digs this. It's a good show." 

Marcia said, "Don't be cute, baby." She didn't seem embarrassed. She 
adjusted a pillow under her head, raised her knees and let her thighs fall 
wide open. Her bushy delta was split by a red-lipped slit that gaped to show 
pink, wet flesh inside. 

Harry left the bench and came to the big bed. He had to see up close. He 
wheezed into position next to Corn. 

Marcia smiled at Harry. "All right, baby ... now!" She closed her eyes. 

Corri used one hand to part further her mother's vulva lips. Then she put 
the big, variegated end of the extension in against the small slightly 
gaping opening of the vagina. 

Harry saw Marcia's clitoris, a pink grapelike bump of shiny flesh, almost 
like a tumor, swollen from between iiplike folds above the vagina. 

Corri pushed the dildoe, turned it, twisted it, and the thick, 
multi-protrusioned extension sank into the expanded opening. 

Marcia gave a sighing, pleased, "Ahh ... " 

Corri pushed the dildoe deeper. The whole of the extension-four-and-one-half 
inches-disappeared. Inches of the thick, supple, dildoe shaft went in. 

Corri said, "Say when." 

"I will, baby." Marcia sighed as the slick imitation penis penetrated 
further and further up into her belly. 

Harry estimated she had taken the extension plus three inches of smooth 
dildoe shaft when she made a small stop sound. She had over seven and one 
half inches of rubber prick in her. 

Corri let loose of the implement. The dildoe projected from Marcia's body 
obscenely, a shaped glans at the end, with about seven inches of shaft in 
the air. 

Corri gave the dildoe a small slap. It waggled, She laughed. She slapped it 
again, making the flexing movement more extreme. 

Marcia lifted her head and looked. "Feels odd ... " There was a small 
action-reaction waggle in her distended vagina. She lowered her head to the 
pillow. "Fuck me, baby." 

Corri said, "Now the work part." She gripped the shaft at a point snugly up 
against her mother's spread vulva. She pulled the dildoe out until half the 
bulging extension was clear, glistening, then thrust the whole of it back 
into her mother until her fist smacked her mother's open vulva and the 
knuckle of her thumb bumped the sensitive, protruding clitoris. 

Marcia went, "Uhh!" 

Corri shifted her legs slightly and braced herself with her other hand on 
the bed. She pulled the dildoe out and plunged it in again, hard! Again! 
Again! 

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Marcia grunted happily. She began a fucking movement, 
lifting her pelvis to welcome the deep, ruthless plunges of the thick, club 
like combination of dildoe and knobbed extension. Her feet pressed down into 
the bed. Her arms were flung wide. Her belly tensed and relaxed ... 

After about a hundred pullings and pushings Corn began to tire. "Mom ... " 

"Don't stop!" Marcia was sheened with sweat. Deep-throated groans of 
pleasure came from her. She had climaxed once and was obviously close to a 
second powerful orgasm. 

Corri had switched from one arm to the other. "My arms are dead." She looked 
to Harry. "You do it for a while." 

Harry nodded. He was enthralled by the artificial fucking. He traded 
positions with Corri. He gripped the dildoe and pushed it deep into Marcia. 
He was surprised at the resistance there was in spite of the copious natural 
lubrication that coated the dildoe and extension. He realized, as he 
continued fucking Marcia with the massive implement, that she was clamping 
down on it, tightening her vagina around it, as she approached her peak. 

She groaned, "Faster and harder ... use your weight ... " 

His weight afforded him some leverage. He thrust the thick round artificial 
prick deep and smacked her open, slippery vulva with his gripping fist. 

Marcia quivered. "GOD-yes! Oh, more ... " 

He obliged her. He speeded the thrusts and put more power into them. His 
thumb joint seemed to crush her swollen clitoris with each smacking, wet 
impact. He began to pant from the exertion and from arousal. He identified 
with that deep-plunging prick. It was him in her so far, giving her so much 
pleasure. Yes, it was old graying Harry, the usually impotent lover! More, 
she wanted? He'd give her more! He began edging his grip further back on the 
shaft, little by little, sending a quarter-inch more ... a half-inch more 
into her spasming depths. 

Harry was sweating too, wild-eyed with his own excitement. With his free 
hand he grabbed Corri's hand and pulled it to his rigid penis. "Play with 
me-suckme!" 

Marcia was beginning to thrash and shudder. Her vulva leaped to take the 
ever deepening thrusts. "AHHHH-GOD! JESUS GOD! OH, HARRY!" Her voice tore 
apart into a series of high-pitched groans as she reached her ecstasy. Her 
hands clawed the bedding. Her face was mottled, her head thrown back, neck 
and throat straining, eyes wide and glazed, mouth wide open, gaping, big, 
quivering breasts heaving, her chest drawing huge, fast lungfuls of air. 

Corri had been infected by the maddened sexuality of her mother and Harry. 
She squirmed quickly between his fat legs and seized his penis with her 
lips. Her small hands enclosed his scrotum and the throbbing base of his 
shaft. She made small passion sounds as she sucked. Her tongue was a wet, 
velvety serpent against his exquisitely sensitive glans. 

Harry snorted and moaned and gasped. The strange, intense, different glow of 
pleasure that had come to him when fucking Marcia in the ass was coming on 
strong in his groin now. A weird, burning sensation of constriction was in 
his vitals. His chest began to hurt. His pulse boomed in his head. He didn't 
care. "Suck," he gasped. "Suck!" 

He kept on thrusting the punishing length of dildoe into Marcia's stretched 
vagina. But she was quieting; her muscles loosened and the latex truncheon 
went in and out easily now. 

Marcia begged, "Not so much ... " She seemed too weak to stop him if he 
persisted in the extremely deep plunges. Her belly muscles continued to flex 
with each massive penetration. 

Harry barely heard her. His attention was wholly within himself. Corri's 
tight, saliva-warm mouth was sucking ... sucking ... SUCKING! Sucking his 
hot, writhing guts out! 

He fell backwards. His hand pulled the dildoe completely out of Marcia. It 
came from her with a liquid suctioning sound. She wailed. 

Harry's thighs fell open like a woman's. Corri greedily followed and kept 
her sweet young face buried in his hairy center. Her head moved up and down 
like a pump. 

He gasped, "I'm dying ... " His penis was an ingot of iron, red-hot to him, 
jerking with empty spasms as not a drop of semen shot from it into Corri's 
slithering mouth. His loins were molten, wrenching, tearing open his mind. 
He didn't care if it killed him. 

But he didn't die. He lay gasping for long moments after Corri had left him. 
He wondered if he could survive another such orgasm. 

Marcia left the bed and returned with a warm, damp washcloth. She wiped his 
face and neck and chest and belly. 

Corri unconcernedly returned to watching TV. 

Marcia said, "Let's get something to eat," She patted Harry's stomach. 
"Couldn't you use a steak about now, lover?" 

He sat up. "Yes, definitely." 

They dressed. They left the room and went to the motel-inn's restaurant. 

Forty-five minutes later Harry led them back. He felt much better with a 
salad and a fine rare steak in his stomach working with two martinis. 

He still had a tingle in his penis. But there was also an overlay of 
tiredness on his muscles. He sighed deeply often. He wanted to sleep now. 
But he couldn't waste the rest of the night! He had paid so much! 

In the room there was a silence at first, almost as if they were strangers 
again, as if nothing had happened between them. They were ail dressed. 

But Harry said simply, "Undress. Get naked," 

Marcia easily began taking off her things. "You got some zap left in you?" 

Corri pouted. She reluctantly took off her dress. "I'll bet he chokes up 
again." 

Harry put his hand on her small, round breasts. "I am going to eat you, 
little girl." He chuckled. 

"I knew he'd get around to that!" Corri. surprisingly, flushed and turned 
away. She took off her panties quickly. 

Marcia was naked. She helped Harry off with his shoes and socks and tugged 
his pants down and off his bare feet. She whispered in his ear, "Corri loves 
to be eaten." 

Harry asked aloud, "Who doesn't?" He climbed onto the king-size bed and 
gestured the girl to him. 

Corri came to him, not quite meeting his eyes. Her pink, budlike nipples 
were sticking out, aroused. 

"How is it done best, eh? I don't know." 

Corri was incredulous. "Haven't you ever done it before?" 

"Once my wife twenty years ago. She never let me again. I mean, for me I'm 
fat, so what is the best position to eat this little pussy?" He patted 
Corri's bare little mound. 

Marcia smiled. "Show him, baby." 

Corri looked at the blanket. "I can sit on your chest when you're laying 
down, or you can just do it like when I'm on my back ... " 

Marcia added, "A good way is for you to sit on the floor beside the bed, 
Harry, and have her put her legs out over your shoulders." 

Harry had an idea. "You show me how. You do it. Get her hot for me." 

Corri said, "I don't want my mother to eat me. I don't like that lesbian 
stuff." 

"He's paying for it, baby." 

Corri's full, pink lips firmed. She scowled. "I want a new bike if I do." 

Marcia said firmly, "We'll talk about that in the morning. Now come on ... 
let's give Harry our gay show." 

Harry asked, "Doesn't she enjoy it if you do it?" 

Marcia chuckled. "Of course." She took Corri into her arms. She lifted a 
breast and guided a fat nipple to the child's lips. 

Corri avoided the big nipple for a few seconds, then reluctantly took it 
into her mouth. She brought her hands up and molded the heavy white flesh. 
Her big brown eyes closed. She sucked. 

Marcia stroked her little girl's head. "That's my baby. Get mother going ... 
" 

Harry shifted closer. "I'll suck, too." He found the other nipple with an 
eager mouth. His cheek rubbed that of Corri as they both nursed on Marcia's 
large, engorged teats. 

Marcia soon was breathing fast. "Now," she whispered, "Now, baby ... " She 
gently disengaged from Harry. She laid Corri on her back and began licking 
and sucking the little girl's hard, applelike breasts. 

After a few minutes Corri was stirring restlessly. 

Marcia was stroking the girl's slender body with knowing hands. She mouthed 
the tiny nipples lingeringly, then kissed her child passionately on the 
mouth. 

Corri kept her eyes tightly closed. 

Harry was becoming excited again, from watching. Marcia was truly aroused, 
truly enjoying arousing her own daughter. 

Marcia was now obviously tongue-kissing Com. The child made mewing sounds of 
helpless passion. Her tongue was obviously responding to her mother's. 

Marcia's left hand was cupped over Corri's naked pussy, and Marcia's middle 
finger was stroking in and out. 

Harry grasped his penis. It was hard and tingling. He began slowly to 
masturbate. 

Marcia had Corri ready; the little girl writhed under her mother's kisses 
and finger-fucking. Her thin arms and legs jerked erratically. 

Marcia began to kiss down Corri's white, boyish form. In a moment she had 
settled her head between the child's now-raised skinny thighs. Marcia 
brushed her long black hair carefully out of the way. 

Corri had turned her face away from Harry's view. She was breathing fast. 

Marcia kissed the child's white, prepubescent mound, the slitlike vulva. She 
kissed open-mouthedly, wetly, fervently. Harry could see Marcia's skillful 
tongue snake out and enter the slightly parted immature vulva. 

Corri made a whimpering sound. Her thigh muscles twitched. Her small hands 
moved to rest with nervous fingers on her mother's gently moving head. 

Harry masturbated faster. 

Marcia now had her lush mouth fastened tightly to her daughter's slit. She 
was bringing the girl to orgasm. 

Corri undulated against her mother's face. She was panting. Her toes curled 
down. Her fingers tangled in her mother's hair and fisted as she spasmed. 
She whimpered, "Oh, mommy-" 

Marcia didn't stop eating her daughter. She continued tonguing the tiny, 
hidden clitoris. 

Corri peaked again quickly. 

Harry said, "Let me!" 

Marcia lifted her head, wet-mouthed, and rolled aside. 

Harry took her place. He pressed his mouth to the child's flushed, open 
vulva. He licked his tongue into her. She tasted vaguely, slightly acidy, 
yet was not unpleasant. He slurped against her and licked hard in her pink 
groove. 

Corri trembled. Her hands came to his thin gray hair and clutched his head 
tight. "Do that again!" 

He lapped his tongue firmly into her wet, pink groove. He licked upward with 
all the force in his tongue muscles. 

She trembled again. Her hands pulled, urging his mouth tighter to her. 
"More. More." 

Harry did it again and again. Each time a tremor passed through the child's 
body. Each time the tremor was more powerful. 

Harry snorted and gasped for air and licked forcefully until his tongue was 
aching. 

Corri was whimpering, a shudder racking her, now. She pushed her crotch 
tighter and tighter against his face. Her hands threatened to tear his hair 
out. 

He managed to keep up his powerful licking. His tongue felt as if it were 
tearing free at the roots. 

Corn's skinny thighs locked against his fat neck. She began to sob. A spasm 
rippled through her, another, causing her to cry out as if in agony. She 
abruptly pushed at his head and kicked free. She rolled away onto her 
stomach and buried her face in the bedding, crying weakly. 

Marcia soothed her. "I know, baby. It gets too strong sometimes ... " 

Harry struggled to sit up. He knew what he wanted. He had one more orgasm 
left in him, he felt, and he knew how he wanted to get it. He said, "I want 
to see Corri eat you, I want her to make you come!" 

Marcia asked, "Can it wait a few minutes?" 

"No! Now! And I will fuck her in the ass while she is eating you!" Harry had 
his penis in hand, caressing its precious hardness. 

Marcia seemed about to refuse. Then she shrugged. "Baby ... " She tried to 
turn Corri over. 

Corri resisted. "I don't want him to do that to me. It hurts!" 

"We'll use the pain stuff I have in my purse. Like last time." 

"I hate doing it!" 

"Baby, we have to. It'll only be once and it won't last long. Come on now." 

Corri let herself be turned over. She refused to look at Harry. 

Marcia got her purse and took out a small tube of ointment with a surface 
sensation-deadener in it. She squeezed some onto a finger and worked it 
gently around and into Corn's small anus. 

Marcia said to Harry, "Grease up. And go easy. She's still a child, 
remember." 

Harry coated his penis with lubricant. 

Marcia settled down onto her back. She opened her thighs for her daughter. 
To Harry she said, "Wait a couple minutes for the stuff I worked into her to 
take effect." 

Then Marcia signaled to Corri who had lain silent but for an occasional 
watery hiccup. 

Corri crawled between her mother's widespread thighs. The child didn't lie 
flat, but crouched with her head and shoulders down, but with her narrow 
hips up. 

She used her thumbs to part her mother's thick-lipped, bushy vulva. She 
sniffled and daintily began licking the extended, visible clitoris. 

Harry watched and waited impatiently. 

Gradually, Marcia began to enjoy the light, delicate caress of her 
daughter's agile little tongue. She began to sigh. She whispered, "You 
always do it so beautifully, baby ... " 

Harry grunted as he got up on his knees on the bed and moved around behind 
the girl. 

When he put his hands on her thin hips, Corri tensed. Marcia said, between 
sighs, "Go easy, Harry." 

"I will, I will." He looked down at the child's taut, narrow buttocks, at 
the shiny area between the cheeks where Marcia had applied the salve, at the 
tiny, puckered anus, so clean and actually pink. Everything about a young 
girl was pink and white, he observed. So virginal. So unused and fresh. 

He looked over Corri's sloping back to Marcia's full-blown body. Magnificent 
breasts, erect nipples. Lovely face soft and loose now with pleasure. 

Corri continued to lick her mother's protruding clitoris. 

Harry poked his penis gently between the girl's cheeks. She tensed again. He 
used one hand to guide the head. Up against the anus. He pressed forward. He 
had to grip her hips. The head went in, Corri gave a high-pitched groan, and 
raised her head to look to her mother for help. 

But Marcia said, "It'll be over soon. He isn't too big." 

Harry was surprised at how easily he penetrated into her rectum once his 
glans had broached the child's tight anus. He went in and in, seeking more 
tightness, some friction. Finally he had fitted his loins and overhanging 
belly tight against Corri's buttocks, and his penis was buried in too-soft, 
too-yielding softness. He began gliding his penis in in-and-out movements. 
The constriction and "fight" of the anus was where the pleasure lay for him. 
His strokes became short and shallow. Yes ... yes! 

Corri cried softly and resumed licking into her mother's puffed vulva. 

Harry sawed his glans in her gripping ring of anal sphincter muscles. The 
pleasure was keen and sharp and increasing, expanding in his loins, filling 
his awareness with soft, lightning-like sensation. The peculiar burning was 
back, too, in his penis root, low in his abdomen. It opened like a fist in 
his guts, hot and acute. Harry fucked Corri's ass faster. His breath came in 
rasping pants. He glared, openmouthed, down at Marcia, who was petting 
Corri's moving head. His heart hammered in his chest. The edges of his 
vision blurred and darkened. Sweat rivuleted down the creases in his fat, 
Harry was possessed! The sweet, burning, cutting ecstasy was beyond relief! 
It was all worth it, even if he died now. He heard a strange coughing, 
barking sound and realized it was coming from his mouth. But the exquisite 
rapture that radiated from his penis-pistoning in Corri's ass-was too 
strong, too strong, too powerful to stop, to want to stop! 

He trembled and shivered and his strokes became wildly erratic. He swayed on 
his knees. A great vise was clamping his chest. The incredible pleasure was 
going, fading ... He fell back on the bed, sucking air, wheezing. His vision 
was filled with warps and black spots. He waited for death, but it didn't 
come. 

Marcia got a warm, damp washcloth again and wiped his clammy skin. "That 
should be all for you, Harry. I don't think your heart could take another 
one like that." 

He nodded. 

A few minutes later he closed his eyes, An instant later, it seemed, he 
awoke and it was day, with a warm sun pouring golden warmth through the 
closed draperies across the big window. Marcia and Corri were gone. 

Unwillingness on the part of Harry's wife to vary their sexual life, to 
experiment, to broaden the horizons of sex in their marriage, was 
undoubtedly a strongly contributing factor in Harry's uninhibited, if not 
criminal, sexual binge. It is interesting to see to what excesses a 
repressed individual will resort once released to do so; however, it would 
be even more interesting to unearth the psychosexual history of Marcia, who 
made a ten-year-old whore out of her daughter. Which is tragic. 


Conclusion 

Do sex acts with adults harm a child, emotionally, even if she is physically 
capable of adult sex acts? It depends on the society and the cultural 
background. In some African and Asian countries this kind of sex is very 
common and shrugged at as of little importance. Their children absorb this 
attitude and are not disturbed. 

In this country our puritan heritage creates, still, an anti-sexual 
atmosphere, especially concerning the children, upon whom old-fashioned 
adults project their own hysterical sexual fears and attitudes. American 
children absorb this and are often emotionally damaged by adult sex 
contacts. 

But such contacts continue to happen. This is a tragedy that will probably 
continue for many decades. 


End
