Little Sexy Susie
by Roger Peet


FOREWORD 

Susie went away, or rather was sent away, for the summer by her stepfather. 
He thought he would keep her out of harm's way by having her live with 
kindly grandfather. 

But that was only the start of her insatiable sex life. 

She found such trouble in and around her grandfather's bed that finally the 
police had to be called. 

And then the real fun started. 

Even the cops could not keep their hands off little Susie and her hungry 
mouth. 

She sucked the cops for all she was worth and then asked for more and more. 


CHAPTER ONE 

Susie lived with her stepfather. Her mother had died the previous year, but 
he had kept her on as her only other living relative was her grandfather, a 
half-senile old man. There had been a big family argument over who would 
have the privilege of bringing her up. Finally, they had put the question to 
her and she said she preferred to remain with her stepfather who had always 
been very kind to her and was extremely rich. Her grandfather had conceded 
his right to the child, with the stipulation that she would spend her 
summers with him out on Long Island where he lived by the beach. 

Summer was upon them now and school had been out for about a week. It was 
time for her to visit her grandfather. The city was roasting hot and she 
would be glad to get to the beach since she loved the ocean. But she was 
sorry to leave her father behind. Brent, as she called him, would have to 
stay in their large, luxurious apartment all alone and she felt sorry for 
him. 

The maid had packed her bags for her and it only remained for her to get out 
of bed and dress. She folded the yellow sheet down and looked around the 
room for a while so that she wouldn't forget what it looked like while she 
was away. Her collection of toy animals were neatly arranged on the shelf. 
Her grandfather had sent her one every year on her birthday for as long as 
she could remember. There was a bull with plastic horns, a floppy-eared dog, 
a panda, and a monkey with a long, curly tail. She was sure that her 
grandfather would treat her well while she stayed with him. 

She slipped off her sheer, nylon nightgown and walked over to the mirror on 
the door of the wardrobe. She stretched before it and examined her body 
critically. Her skin was very pale and white all over. She was all one color 
from her cheeks down to the soles of her feet. Her breasts was small, but 
firm, though she was fourteen years old. She had seen other girls who had 
begun to develop breasts already and wondered what was delaying her own 
growth. She teased the soft rosette nipples with her fingers, trying to 
stretch them out by force. But they just popped back into her chest again 
without the least alteration. 

There was a knock on the door and her father entered. 

"Why aren't you at work, Brent? You will be awfully late and then your boss 
will yell at you like my teacher does at school." 

"I just wanted to spend the morning with you, darling. I'll see you to the 
train myself. You know you'll be away for over a month. I don't want to 
visit there, as your grandpa and I aren't on the best of terms. But you must 
call me if you are lonely or homesick. Do you understand?" 

"Oh, I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl and you needn't worry about 
me." 

"Has my big girl taken her bath, yet? We can't sent you off to grandpa 
dirty, or hell think we aren't caring for you properly." 

Brent walked into the bathroom which adjoined his daughter's room and turned 
the water on in the tub. He poured some bubble bath under the running tap 
and watched the bubbles appear and float on the surface pink, and baby blue 
and gold. Then he went back to his daughter and stood behind her in front of 
the mirror. 

She was still a child. He tussled her hair, which was a bed-mussed mass of 
golden curls. Her bright blue eyes and the self-possessed expression in them 
reminded him of her mother, who he had loved dearly. He wondered if she 
would look exactly like her mom when she grew up. Already she had the same 
carriage and flirtatious way of looking at you over her shoulder when you 
stared at her back. She always seemed aware when you were staring at her. 
She was very bright and beautiful, and he was glad that he had her to look 
after. 

She was fourteen years old already, but she still looked like a child. 
Adolescence had not made its inroads on her body yet. He loved the way her 
nipples protruded the slightest bit from her chest, which was flat. She had 
the most delightful beauty mark on her left breast. He brushed his finger 
over it now and she giggled. He held her by the shoulders and pressed her 
back against his body. The top of her head just reached his chest and he 
could feel her round ass pushing against his legs just beneath his genitals. 
He pressed them into her spine and rubbed himself against her erotically. 
She moved forward and looked around at him curiously. 

She had felt his dick pressing into the bottom vertebrae of her spine. It 
had nudged her strongly and she had turned around to see what it was. His 
suit bulged out at the zipper and he moved his hand swiftly over it to press 
his cock back in place. 

"I think your bath is ready," he said in an effort to distract her. 

He helped her pin her hair up. The curls hung down teasingly around her neck 
and her shoulders. She held onto his arm helplessly as she put her foot into 
the warm foamy water. She smiled up at him and lifted her other foot in. 

Then she stood there for a moment, posing. The suds billowed up around her 
shapely thighs. From the waist down she looked like a woman in miniature. 
Her ass protruded behind her. It was well-fed and dimpled. She had the most 
adorable ass that he had ever seen. 

The bubbles began to burst around her hairy cunt. He pushed his hand into 
the suds and brushed some of it over the triangle between her legs. His head 
ached to look at her and he felt that she had better disappear beneath the 
suds and hide her nakedness before he did something to her. 

"Come on, hurry up. Your train leaves in two hours, so you haven't time to 
dawdle," he said with irritation. 

She slipped down into the water and the bubbles covered her chest and began 
bursting tickling about her tender young nipples. 

"Brent," she said as her father turned his back to leave her. "You must soap 
me. I can't reach all the places by myself." 

What a perfect little dictator she was. He realized what a brat he was 
making of her. He always gave her her way in everything. He could deny her 
nothing and she seemed to know it. He turned around to look at her once 
again with his and body heavy and aching. She would torture him with her 
nakedness. He could stand it for a little while longer and then she would be 
leaving him in peace. 

He dipped his large hand into the steamy bubble water and contacted her soft 
skin. He rubbed a bar of scented soap over her stomach and she writhed 
erotically underneath his hard hand. 

Then she slipped over on her back, her cute little ass bobbing up above the 
surface of the water. He moved his hand caressingly over the slippery cheeks 
that flushed pink from the heat of the bath. He closed his eyes and ran his 
hand across them. He dug his fingers into them hard as if he wanted to 
wrench them from her body. His nails dug into the erotic crack between the 
cheeks. 

"You're hurting me, Brent. Am I so dirty back there? Don't rub so hard." Her 
voice reverberated against the shiny bathroom tiles and brought him back to 
reality. He released her buttocks from his strong grip and stood up again. 

He looked down on her small body. She looked so helpless and fragile among 
the bursting bubbles. His hands dripped water onto his pants. She was 
driving him wild with desire. He wondered if other men felt like he did when 
they saw her. 

He wiped his hands on a towel and turned his back on her. The steam that 
filled the room made his mind dizzy and he bent his head against the wall 
and then rolled up his sleeve. He thought he was going mad. 

"Brent, will you carry me back to my room like you always do?" 

"You're getting too big and heavy," he protested. 

"Oh, please. Just this one last time? Please?" she whined piteously. And he 
couldn't resist. 

He took a big bath towel down from a rack on the wall. She stood up with the 
water cascading off her gleaming pink limbs and he wrapped the towel around 
her hurriedly so as not to be hypnotized by her enticing young body. 

He lifted her from the tub. She weighed practically nothing in his arms. It 
seemed so paradoxical that he was ten times as big and strong as she was, 
yet she was his master and he had no choice but to do her bidding. He spun 
her around in his arms once or twice to make her scream. She cried out 
gleefully and kicked her feet. Her voice was not frightened, but only 
excited, yet it did his heart good to hear her break the silence and the 
tension. 

He dumped her on the bed and the ends of the towel fell away from her body. 
He stared at her with aching eyes. She was all pink and supple. Her limbs 
were completely relaxed and she seemed to look up at him longingly with her 
big blue eyes. She fluttered her lashes at him. 

"I'll miss you, Daddy." 

"I'll miss you too, darling." He bent over her body and smothered her cheeks 
with kisses. Then something snapped inside him and he fled from the room. 

When he returned, she was dressed in a prim yellow and blue plaid sundress. 
Her arms and back were bare. He took her by her white hand and led her out 
of the room, picking up her suitcase in his free hand. It seemed like an 
endless amount of time that they spent alone together in the elevator. His 
body was rigid with the effort of keeping his hands away from her body. 
Finally, the door opened and he rushed her to his car. He drove quickly to 
Pennsylvania Station and gave her her ticket, entrusting her luggage to a 
porter who would show her to the right track. 

"I'll see you in the fall, my darling," he said kissing her warm cheek. 
"Take care of yourself and say hello to your grandpa for me." I hope to God 
I love you less when you return to me in the fall, he thought to himself as 
he watched her small figure disappear into the crowd. 

He felt his mind completely muddled. He couldn't go to the office now, so he 
decided to go for a drive and try to distract his mind from his daughter. He 
started off down Seventh Avenue. At the corner of Thirty-fourth Street he 
noticed a young girl hitchhiking downtown. He pulled up to the curb without 
even thinking what he was doing and opened the door next to him for her to 
climb in. 

"Thank you, mister. Uhm, air-conditioning. That's super. It's really hot out 
there in the sun." 

"Where are you headed for? You just get off the train from the Island?" 

"Yeah, you guessed it. I'm on my way to the East Village to visit some 
friends. Are you going near there?" 

"I just put my daughter on the train; she's only fourteen. How old are you?" 

"I'm sixteen," she lied. 

He began to drive off downtown. The streets were practically empty because 
of the burning mid-day heat. Suddenly, the sky clouded over and it began to 
rain. It was one of those summer cloudbursts. He pulled over to the side of 
the avenue as he couldn't see where he was going very well. The rain 
cascaded down in sheets and battered against the windshield noisily. 

"You don't mind if I pull over for a moment. I can't see where I'm going. If 
I let you out in this weather you'd spoil your clothes, so why don't we just 
wait for the rain to pass over. It's only a summer shower." 

She nodded at him agreeably and he took the opportunity to look her over. 
She didn't look as old as she said she was. Her rouge and lipstick were 
applied smearily, obviously from inexperience. But her body was rather 
womanly. She wore one of those short-sleeved nylon blouses that are made of 
puckered material that fits skin tight over the body. The material was white 
and showed her pink bra underneath it. Her arms were fleshy and shapely, 
like her bust. His heart was beating fast as he looked her over. 

"Are you going to meet your boyfriend?" he asked idly. 

"No, my girl friend. We want to go around to some of those singles bars 
tonight," she admitted. "There isn't much action out on the island these 
days. Just beach parties," she said with disgust. 

"Maybe you'd like to come up to my apartment for a while. I don't live far 
from here. I work for an advertising company and I was thinking that you 
might be perfect for a campaign I've been working on. We've been looking for 
the right girl, young and fresh like you." 

She thought about it for a moment. He said he had a young daughter. He was 
probably on the level. She couldn't really believe his story, but she was so 
flattered by his offer that she couldn't resist the temptation. She told him 
that she wouldn't mind. She wasn't due to show up at her girl friend's for 
hours anyway. 

The rain let up and Brent drove east and back uptown. He felt at ease now. 
He was about to satisfy the need that had been building up inside him all 
morning. This girl was nowhere near as beautiful or as enticing as Susie, 
but for that very reason he knew that he couldn't feel guilty about taking 
her. 

She was dumb and vulnerable and this made him feel strong and manly. She 
would suit his purposes just fine. 

When they arrived at the apartment he prepared them each a drink. The girl's 
name was Barbie and it was obvious that she had never drunk anything 
stronger than beer before. She admitted that this was the first time she had 
ever been to the city alone. She said that she would like it if he would 
teach her what the different drinks were so that she wouldn't appear so 
innocent when she and her friends went out together that evening. 

He told her frankly that the only drinks he could prepare for her were made 
with Cool Cola, the product that he thought she might model for. Cool Cola 
and rum, Cool Cola and rye, he let her try a few different drinks out until 
she was quite drunk. 

Then he began to show her some portfolios of photographs. The first was from 
their present campaign. There were numerous pictures of smiling girls in 
bikinis, in hot pants and in tennis outfits, each with a bottle of Cool Cola 
in their hand. The captions read: "Girls who drink Cool Cola always smile. 
Cool Cola bubbles all the way down. Have fun with Cool Cola; look for our 
new tapered bottle." 

Then some pictures slipped out from the back of the portfolio and fell on 
the floor. Barbie picked them up and was completely taken by surprise at 
what she saw. Brent knew what the pictures were without looking. He was more 
intent on watching the girl's face. She turned red with embarrassment. Her 
eyes got wide in disbelief. It tickled him to see her so shocked. 

The first picture was one of the bikini model, only this time she was naked. 
Only one of her breasts was visible around the hairy thigh of a naked man. 
He had a long erection the tip of which was poked into her mouth. Her lips 
sucked erotically at the head. The shaft had some letters printed along the 
length of it which read: "Cool Cola makes you smile." 

The next picture, predictably, was of the hot pants model. She sat 
cross-legged with her cunt hanging open to view. Her red lips were parted 
and a pearly liquid dripped down her mouth and over her breasts. A droplet 
hung from her large red nipple. The caption read, "Cool Cola tickles all the 
way down." 

The last one was the worst of all. The tennis model was rolled over on her 
back. Her legs were perched over her body with her toes dangling next to her 
shoulders. Her little ruffled skirt hung down over her thighs. It was dirty 
and rumpled as if she had been rolling around on the ground. Her hands were 
thrust between her legs gripping a soda bottle which was thrust up her cunt, 
"try our tapered bottle." 

Barbie looked up at him in amazement. Brent began to laugh until the tears 
streamed over his cheeks. He slapped his hand against her stockinged-knee 
and ran it up and down her thigh as he convulsed with laughter. 

"You can't always take your work seriously. Every now and then the 
photographers decide to have some fun. I think that this is a marvelous bit 
of fun. You'd really be surprised at how it helps you to think up 
imaginative slogans for your new campaign. You've really got to think of 
every angle. It's no secret that there's a lot of tenuously covered over 
sexuality in advertisements." 

Barbie began to laugh too. She felt prudish suddenly at not having gotten 
the joke. Her breasts heaved delightfully as she covered her mouth and 
giggled. She decided that she could learn a lot about the fast city world 
from this man. 

She grabbed another batch of photos which he had set down on the couch 
beside him. He looked over her shoulder as she examined these. They were 
pictures that he had taken of Susie. First there was one of her naked on a 
bear rug. Her ass stuck up in the air and she had her head laid on her arm 
as she smiled at the camera. Next was one of her in a sheer nightgown. Her 
dark nipples peeped through the thin material and her eyes looked 
seductively out from the photo. In the last one she was propped over a man's 
knee. Her head and blonde hair hung down almost to the floor and her ass 
stuck up roundly as the man's hand was suspended in thin air over her 
buttocks. Her feet were a blur of kicking. 

Brent looked at this picture for a long time. His wife had taken it when she 
was still alive. They had been punishing Susie for disappearing from in 
front of the house when she was supposed to always remain in view of the 
doorman. 

They had decided to take the photo so that she would be able to remind 
herself of what would happen if she disobeyed her parents. Brent had 
disciplined her with relish. He remembered that his wife had had to stop him 
after a while because he had gotten so caught up in slapping her luscious 
ass. He had promised not to hit her anymore as it seemed to make him lose 
control of himself. When he had finally released his daughter, he realized 
the extent of his excitement. His pants had become wet with scum. 

He sat close to the girl next to him. He pressed his hand to her cheek and 
turned her face towards him. He kissed her gently on the lips. Then he 
surrounded the back of her neck with his hand and pressed her mouth hard 
against his own probing his tongue inside. She started to struggle against 
his strong grip, but he held her there and pressed her breasts against his 
body. 

"Oh, don't do that," she whispered when he finally released her. 

"You're a bad little girl. You know that don't you? I think you deserve to 
be punished. You shouldn't be in some strange apartment with a man you never 
met before. What would your father day?" 

He dragged her across his lap and began slapping her bottom soundly. He 
liked the sound that his hand made against the tight black leather shorts 
that she wore. Her screams also excited him. He let his hand fall over her 
plush ass again and again. His palm became hot and red, the heat seeming to 
spread from it through the rest of his body. 

Then he flung her on her back across the couch. She stared at him in fright 
and lifted her hands as if to protect her face. He straddled her stomach and 
pulled the blouse up over her face. He eyed her pink bra and could see that 
it was well padded. He inserted his hand under her back and snapped the 
clasp of it. He pulled it up and was delighted to find that she was much 
less busty than he had anticipated when he had first seen her. 

He pulled the blouse and the bra off over her head, wondering why she would 
want to distort her body unnaturally. He molded his palms over her soft 
pubescent breasts. The nipples moved sensitively under his hands. She cast 
her eyes down now to watch him work her over. 

He rubbed his thumb irritatingly across the smooth mounds. He manipulated 
the nipples back and forth until they began to pucker with tension. Then he 
bent his head down to suck on them. He drew them up and out delightfully 
with his lips. She tried to pull away from him and he bit in with his teeth 
and she sank down again and ceased resisting. 

She could feel him lolling her nipples around with his tongue. They felt 
cold and then hot in his mouth. He sucked on them rapaciously and when he 
bit into one she thought that he would detach it from her breast; the pain 
went searing through her body. But when he finally released it, she found 
herself sighing deeply with relief and pleasure. Soon she was holding the 
back of his head with her hands and bristling the little gray hairs that 
peppered the darker ones. His lips never stopped massaging her and soon she 
felt her whole body rigid with excitement beneath him. 

He sucked on endlessly, but his hands were busy as well. He unzipped the 
side of her shorts and began pulling them down over her thighs. Her undies 
came down with them because her hot pants were so tight. She found herself 
kicking her legs to try and be rid of them. He glanced up from his work for 
a moment and helped her off the couch. 

He made her parade around in her pantyhose. They were pink and gave her skin 
a delightful cast like strawberry ice cream. He could see the sensuous crack 
in her ass clearly through the transparent nylon. When she turned to face 
him again her pubic hairs were clearly visible. The black curls were pressed 
tightly against her crotch by the material. They looked like they were being 
preserved forever behind glass. Her thighs curved smoothly outward encased 
like thick sausages in the stockings. She looked good enough to eat. 

He beckoned her towards him and she wiggled over in his direction. She was 
trying to be sexy, but she came off by being cute, which was even more 
seductive to him. He held her tightly between his knees and peeled down her 
stockings. Then he pressed his lips into the fragrant hairs of her pussy and 
began kissing them fervidly. 

She felt his tongue suddenly jut into the crack of her cunt. She moaned as 
she realized what he was about. She began to sink down to the floor as she 
realized that he would certainly make her go all the way. It had been fun up 
until now, but she was suddenly frightened. The tears spouted on her cheeks 
as she sank down in front of him. 

He sat down on the couch and watched her weep. The tears rolled in streams 
over her cheeks which were an excited red. Her tits were pressed against her 
body by her upraised arms so that the nipples bulged delightfully at the 
crook of her elbows. He began to undress hurriedly. He felt excited all 
over. Her fearfulness made him feel powerful. It had been a long time since 
he had had a virgin. There didn't seem to be any in the city no matter how 
young he tried girls. But he was sure from her embarrassed behavior that 
Barbie was pure. 

His cock was semi-erect already. It stuck out in front of him eight inches 
and flexible. He stepped over to where Barbie sat and kneeled over her 
crotch on the couch. He raised himself up on his knees so that his prick 
bounced under her chin. Then he forced her to slide down on the plush 
pillows until her mouth was at a level with his long member. 

He pushed it between her reluctant lips. He pressed her cheeks together with 
his fingers and forced her mouth open. Then he poked it inside and as he 
grabbed her breasts she began to suck. She lolled her tongue around it as he 
milked her tits. He was pulling on them desperately, trying to work up her 
passion. He twisted and tweaked the nipples and she took the whole length of 
it inside her finally. He began to shove it inside her and she responded by 
closing her lips around it sensuously. 

His hairy balls bobbed under her chin and she could feel the saliva slipping 
disgustingly down the sides of her mouth, but still she kept drawing it 
deeper into her throat. She twisted her tongue around the head of it 
teasingly and let her lips slide over the surface of it as he pulled it out 
only to enter again. She could feel the veins bulging on the surface and it 
grew harder and harder until it finally exploded. She choked the scum down 
and coughed around his dick so that he finally withdrew it. 

They both watched it shrivel up before their eyes. He twanged it feebly in 
his hands. Then he bent down in front of her, shoving her knees apart with 
his hands and began to eat her out. 

He pressed the hairy lips aside with his fingers. She was all pink inside 
and he brushed his hard fingernail inside the crack just to hear her moan. 
He detected the little pink clitoris clinging to one of her labia and 
flicked it with his nail. It shuddered at the contact and she tried to close 
her knees, but he was quick to bend his head into her crotch. 

He stuck out his. tongue and licked up and down the tender crack until he 
felt her hands on his head once again. She was pressing him down and inside 
her. She was hot and raunchy and dying for his big cock, but first he wanted 
to tease her some more. He liked the way she shivered and moaned. He could 
feel his second erection growing between his thighs. 

He took her little clitty between his lips and sucked it delicately at 
first. Then he took it between his teeth and bit into it feelingly. Her ass 
jumped up into the air, but he hung onto the tender tidbit, ragging it 
around and trying to enlarge it. It was so petite that it was hard to 
detect. As he clung to her clitoris, he thrust his long index finger into 
her twat. She moaned and spread her legs apart as he massaged her tight hole 
open and let his finger bounce off the protective hymen. Now she was ready 
for him. 

He climbed between her thighs and she lay there motionless looking up at him 
desirously. He wagged his enlarged cock over her ceremoniously. It was fully 
erect and he pulled the head back several times to test its firmness. He 
spread her thighs with his hands and nestled himself down on top of her. He 
poked his dick inside her warm cunt until the tip of it came up against the 
virginal membrane. He held his breath as he dug his knees into the couch for 
support and then lunged forward. He felt himself double up painfully against 
the tough hymen and bounce back again. 

He paused for a moment to renew his strength and she writhed around on the 
couch painfully. Then he dug it into her again. He felt himself come up 
against the insidious barricade and he held her thighs tightly as he pushed 
through steadily and felt it fall inside. He shoved himself all the way into 
her and she wiggled delightfully around him, trying to escape. 

He began to work it in and out until he sunk in to the hilt and felt his 
balls bobbing against the bottom of her pussy. She was tight and he wiggled 
his dick around to loosen her and work up the juices. He thrust his hands 
under her ass to pick her up so that he could plunge into her from above. He 
let himself slip out feeling her muscles holding him back and then thrust 
deeply with the force of gravity aiding him, burying himself in her 
succulent pussy. 

She felt him grow larger and larger inside her until she felt herself 
straining with the pressure of his tremendous cock. She felt entirely full 
of him and her muscles were tightened to their utmost limits. She thought 
that if he didn't remove himself she would burst asunder. He moved back and 
she felt herself caving in, but then he lunged forward once again and she 
began moving frantically around him. She grew warm with her efforts and 
finally felt the tension build to an extreme. She cried out in terror as he 
thrust again and again, breaking her apart. Then the tension seemed to 
shatter and her thighs gave way to his knees. She felt herself melting 
around him as she reached the first climax of her life. 

He felt her soft and moist around him. Brent drove through her like a plow 
through soft snow. He was all hardness and she, all softness. He socked it 
into her over and over with the delight of his power conquering her 
weakness. Then he felt his strength gather through his whole body only to 
drain through his dick as he pumped it into her one last time and exploded 
his liquid passion inside of her. His whole body trembled as he concluded 
his efforts and lay down on top of her small, hard body, with his fluids 
dripping from him and sapping his strength. 

He heaved a sigh of relief. 

It was over. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Susie's grandfather was waiting for her at the station. She saw him from the 
window of the train before they had even stopped moving. She rolled her 
window up and waved to him, but he didn't see her. She took the opportunity 
to observe his suntanned face and his little white goatee. She thought that 
he looked very dignified and she was glad that he was her grandfather. He 
walked with a cane with which he menaced other people who got in his way. 
She knew that he could be gruff with other people, but he was never that way 
with her. 

She stepped down from the platform and the porter threw her bag after her. 
She ran into her grandfather's arms. He knelt down to receive her. 

"Susie, child, here I am," he howled at her in his excitement and waved his 
cane. 

"Grandpa! Grandpa! I'm here." She ran toward him. 

He pressed her in his arms and tickled her nose and cheek with his beard. He 
always made her laugh when he kissed her. She jumped up and down in front of 
him. 

"What present have you got for me?" She repeated over and over again. 

He said that she would have to wait until they got to the house to get her 
present. He wouldn't even tell her what it was until they got there. He 
called a taxi and gave him the address of his cottage by the shore. He held 
his arm around her shoulder and hugged her to him as they rode along. 

When they arrived at the house he carried the bag in by himself sending the 
cabby off immediately. He wanted to be alone with his grand-daughter whom he 
hadn't seen for almost a year. He sat down in his rocking chair and turned 
her around before him in his wrinkled hands. She was taller and plumper than 
she had been after her mother died. He judged that her stepfather had been 
keeping her happy and well fed. He was pleased. 

He had been lonely over the long winter months. And after the settlement, 
the lawyers had made, he had spent his time waiting impatiently for the 
summer when his grand-daughter would visit him. The thought of seeing her 
again had obsessed his mind. 

He observed her critically now. Her hair had remained blonde as it had 
always been. She looked more like her mother every year. She was the image 
of her mother as a child. He wondered if she was just as wild and full of 
life as her mother had been at that age. He remembered how curious she had 
been as a child about her anatomy. How she had loved to run around the house 
naked. How she would sneak into his bed at night and play with his cock and 
balls. They had been her favorite toys. 

"Grandpa, what gift have you got for me?" She persisted in her inquiry. She 
was a mercenary little thing, but he thought that perfectly natural. He 
wanted her to be strong and self-interested. That was the only way to get 
along in the modern world. 

He took a box from the bookcase behind him. 

It contained assorted sticks of sugar candy. The sticks were of all 
different colors made especially to delight a child. 

"Oh, thank you, Grandpa." She was very polite and kissed him on the cheek. 
He picked her up and sat her in his lap and rocked back and forth in his 
chair while she stuck a green stick of candy into her mouth. 

She sucked on it noisily and pulled it in and out from between her lips. It 
grew glossy with wetness and she revolved it around inside her mouth 
sensuously. The saliva collected at the sides of her mouth and her quick 
tongue would slip out now and again to lick the excess away. 

"You must be tired, my dear, after your long journey. I think you should 
take a nap before you go out to play." 

He picked her up in his arms and carried her off to the bedroom that he had 
specially prepared for. It had cheerful yellow wallpaper and a large, bouncy 
bed. He had decorated it with stuffed animals so that she shouldn't feel 
lonely. He laid her small body down on the bed. She still clung to the box 
of candy that he had given her. 

"Grandpa, lay down beside me until I fall asleep like my daddy does." 

He rested his back against the headboard and began to help her undress. He 
undid the bow at the back of her dress and it unfolded from her body like 
the wings of a butterfly. He folded it neatly and lay it at the foot of the 
bed. Her top half was naked now and just her cotton panties remained. He 
admired her soft skin and patted the curls on her head. He undid the elastic 
around her pony-tail so that the curls hung freely around her shoulders. 

She closed her eyes and fell asleep with the candy still pressed inside her 
mouth. He found his hand wandering over his body. He loosened his collar as 
he felt himself growing drowsy with the midday heat. He unbuckled his belt 
with the intention of taking a nap with her, but found that he felt too 
excited to relax. 

His hand brushed over her soft red nipples and they puckered erotically at 
his touch. He pressed a finger over each one playfully and pressed them into 
her chest and then released them so that they bounced up again. He was 
delighted at the resiliency of her young body. 

His hands traveled over her tender round stomach. He let his thumb rest 
inside her navel and she moved uncomfortably on the bed. He removed his hand 
so as to not disturb her and then loosened his pants, undoing the fly so 
that his trousers hung loosely around his hips. Then he began to explore her 
body onct again. 

He nestled his fingers under the elastic band that held up her panties. He 
felt the warm mound of Venus rising under his hand with every breath that 
she took. He could feel his own dick moving restlessly between his legs. It 
seemed to inflate with every quiver of her pussy and every breath that she 
took. 

His mind became hazy as he pressed his body up against her. His pants came 
down around his hips and his semi-erect penis poked from the open seam in 
his shorts. He rubbed it against her soft skin over and over again. She 
rolled over in her sleep and poked her round ass into his crotch. He placed 
his hand on top of her body's childlike hip and moved his dick next to her 
clean white underwear. He could feel the crack in her ass through the 
material. His dick became firmer with every rub. 

He rolled her over on the bed toward him, and still she slept on. Children 
have the power to sleep through anything it seems. You can walk them from 
one room to the next and they won't remember it the next morning. Susie's 
grandfather knew this sacred power and counted on it to keep her unconscious 
while he satisfied his desperate need. 

He turned himself around on the bed until her face was at a level with his 
crotch. He removed the candy from her mouth and poked his long thick, member 
between her lips in its place. She sucked on it willingly not noticing the 
difference, accepting the substitution without letting it disturb her sleep. 
He wiggled it into her warm mouth and she opened her lips to take it all 
inside. He felt her lips close around it again and he could pop it in and 
out now and she would never let it fall. 

While he moved restlessly beside her on the bed, letting her suck his stiff 
member like a stick of candy, he lowered her panties over her thighs and 
pressed his lips to her tender pubis. It was hairy and warm. The skin that 
covered it was puffy but extremely soft. He could detect the crack that 
denoted the beginning of her pussy and he let his tongue slip between the 
delicate lips. 

She pressed herself up against his body affectionately and he let his tongue 
have free rein between her legs. The top leg fell to the side behind her so 
that he was able to lick inside her without prying her legs apart and 
disturbing her rest. He pressed the labia aside so that he could see the 
tender clitoris sticking up like a small pink peak of passion. He fastened 
his lips around it and took it deep inside his mouth feeling her take the 
full length of his cock in her own. 

She was sucking him passionately now. He felt her tongue wrapped wetly 
around his throbbing member and her saliva wetting it deliciously. It had 
been a long time since he had indulged in any activity of this sort, but the 
shadow of his formerly tireless body returned to him at this time. He seemed 
to be reliving the past. His member responded to the memory of his conquests 
and struck forward willfully. He began to thrust with his knees and thighs, 
to work it into her powerfully until he could feel her mouth gurgling around 
it like a whispering spring. 

He could feel the veins bulging with the blood of his youth. He held her 
thighs powerfully in his arms as he rested his bearded chin between her 
thighs and rested his face on her quivering mound of Venus. He plunged it 
inside her again and again with strength and feeling. It grew in her mouth 
like a withered stalk that has suddenly been revived by the spring rains. 
She sucked him down deliciously into her throat and he could hear her 
whimpering in her sleep. It reminded him of all the women he had ever known, 
who had been made limp and suffered loudly at his amorous attentions. 

It suddenly seemed appropriate to him that a child should reawaken passion 
in his ancient limbs. Her youth and unconsciousness seemed to compliment his 
age and experience. He knew precisely what he was doing, but was able to 
hide the immorality of it away from his rational mind. She remained 
completely innocent and knew not what she was about. 

He felt her lips retaining his cock inside her. She sucked on it thirstily 
and he had not the strength to move. He let it linger inside her and felt 
her drawing it out longer and longer. His cock began to shiver and throb and 
finally spurted forth its luscious juices inside her. He watched her throat 
move as she swallowed his succulent emission down. He rolled over, removing 
his dick from her loving lips and fell asleep beside her. 

Nancy awoke with a burning sensation in her cunt. She moved her fingers 
sensitively between the lips and felt that it was raw and irritated, though 
she didn't know why. It was probably the effect of her grandfather's beard 
agitating against her tender lips-but she had no memory of that escapade. 

She was thirsty as well. Her mouth tasted distinctly salty and rather dry. 
She nudged her grandfather beside her and told him her complaints. He smiled 
at her knowingly and told her to put on her bathing suit and they would go 
swimming. 

She dressed in a little bikini that her father had bought her especially for 
her vacation at the shore. It was red and blue and gold. The pants were low 
cut so that her navel showed alluringly before her. Upon each of her bony 
hips rested a golden clasp that attached the two halves together. The top 
was suspended from around her neck and tied behind her. It formed a triangle 
over her breasts. She had a long, slinky midsection and a slim waist that 
would all be exposed to the healthful rays of the sun. 

Her grandfather took her to the beach. They walked down the sandy shoreline 
until they reached the area that was under the surveillance of the 
lifeguard. Grandfather set up his chair and his umbrella and sent her off to 
play by herself. He collapsed in his chair and soon fell back to sleep after 
his strenuous exertion of the earlier afternoon. She sat beside his hair for 
a few moments digging in the sand. Then she went off to explore on her own. 

Susie was of a naturally curious disposition. She went off with her bucket 
looking for shells. The tide was out and she was able to wander far out onto 
the wet sand that a few hours before had been the floor of the ocean. She 
watched the sand mush up between her toes. It felt all oozy and cold and she 
liked it. Soon the waves were splashing around her ankles and she was 
running away from them and then chasing them back as they receded. She was 
not at all aware that someone was observing her closely. 

Nick was a big strong lifeguard. He took the same job every year as it gave 
him the opportunity to get a good tan and relax in the sun. He liked to 
watch girls play in the sand. 

Through his spy glasses Nick noticed a little blonde child on the beach. He 
couldn't take his eyes off her. She had clear blue eyes and lovely smooth 
white skin. Her hair curled over her back and she was playing dangerously 
close to the breakers which were beginning to come in again with the tide. 
He watched her fearfully awaiting the opportunity to save her from the 
clutches of the deadly sea. 

She ran up and down the shoreline without the least bit of fear. He was 
amazed and shocked at her lack of caution. Finally a big wave came up behind 
her and knocked her over. He gasped and rose to his feet, but before he 
could make a move she was up on her feet again and laughing. 

During his break he came down from his high tower and looked for her among 
the crowds, he had to talk to her. Nick couldn't communicate with many 
people. He was at his best with children. He seemed to understand them and 
was good at amusing them. All the children on the beach loved him which was 
why he was hired again as lifeguard each year. Where other young men got 
tired of watching the monotonous rolling of the waves, were burned by the 
constant beating of the sun against their skin, Nick, thrived on it. He 
never grew weary or bored and he always tanned and never burned. He seemed 
perfectly suited to his job and received good tips for his obvious 
dedication. 

He approached the child he had been watching from above. He singled her out 
easily by the unique colors and style of her bathing suit. He went up to her 
and smiled. She smiled in a friendly self-assured way and he felt sure that 
he wouldn't frighten her if he spoke to her. She felt secure with his strong 
hands around her body. 

"Hi. I'm Nick, the lifeguard. You're new here aren't you?" 

"My name is Susie. I'm visiting my grandfather. I'm glad to meet you." She 
held out her hand to him politely. 

He took her cool little hand in his own big paw and shook it gently. He 
liked the feel of her soft skin against his own weather beaten flesh. 

"Do you know how to swim? The ocean can be dangerous if you don't know how 
to take care of yourself. Would you like me to take you in the water and 
teach you a thing or two?"He asked her in a kind voice that she immediately 
liked. 

"I'm afraid to go in the water. The waves look too big." 

"Well, when you get out among them they won't seem so bad. I promise I'll 
look after you. I'd like to teach you to swim if you want to learn." 

She took his big hand again and let him lead her out into the ocean. The 
water was extremely cold but it felt good against her overheated body. When 
it reached her crotch it irritated her little pussy with its salt. It burned 
her and made her conscious of its presence between her legs with every step 
she took. 

He grasped her around her small waist and told her to kick her feet. She 
followed his instructions faithfully. She felt secure with his strong hands 
around her body. Then he grabbed her by the seat of her bathing suit. It 
lifted away from her ass and he was able to look at her plump buttocks and 
see the tender crack that parted them. He couldn't help watching the rhythm 
of her thighs and ass as she kicked her legs. When he set her on her feet 
again her bathing suit top had been set askew and one rosette nipple poked 
over the top of her suit. He lifted the material gently back over her breast 
and his finger contacted the soft nipple for a moment. He felt a thrill pass 
through his whole body. 

He had never known a child to be so sexy. Usually he felt affectionate 
toward the kids who were put into his care on the beach. But he was aware of 
a definite sexual attraction to this young thing. He poked his hand down 
into the water next to his crotch and rearranged his dick and balls in a 
more comfortable position. 

"What's that out there?" Susie asked pointing to something floating out on 
the horizon. 

"That's the float. It's made for swimmers to rest on. But none of the people 
around here seem to be strong enough to make it out that far. It's like a 
raft only it's resting on empty oil drums that help to keep it afloat." 

"Oh, I see. Have you ever been out there?" 

"Sure. It's nice. The sea is all around you and you can't even hear any of 
the noises from the beach. I could take you out there if you want to." 

"Yes, I'd like that. Please take me." 

He hoisted her up on his slippery back and told her to hang on tight. Then 
he started off through the deep water with a strong stroke. He drove them 
through the waves which frequently swept over his head. But he would always 
hold his breath and never seemed to weaken. She grasped her arms around his 
neck so that her head never fell below the water. 

He felt her crotch moving against his back. She pressed herself tightly to 
him and her little breasts stuck to his back. He could feel her moving up 
and down on his back, slipping seductively over his wet skin. Her hair 
dangled in moist wisps over his neck and face. He took a strand of it in his 
mouth and sucked on it. It tasted delightfully salty and he wrapped it 
around his tongue as he propelled them both through the water. 

When they reached the float he hoisted her up over the side. Then he pressed 
his hands onto the wooden surface and rocked it down to the level of the sea 
and pushed himself over its side. He lay panting on the deck and she sat 
beside him with her hair hung over her shoulder and dripping delightfully 
onto his chest. She let her hand play on his hairy torso. She wrapped the 
curls around her little fingers and laughed at the way his chest expanded as 
he breathed heavily after his long swim. 

He pressed his hand against the back of her head and made her lay her ear 
against his nipple. She listened to the loud pounding of his heart. It 
seemed to send sound waves through her whole body. Then he pushed her on top 
of himself and they tussled together playfully, rolling over and over on the 
surface of the float. He was careful to never land on her too heavily and 
she giggled excitedly as they played this new game. 

They came to the edge of the raft and he settled himself on top of her. Her 
head hung over the edge and the wavelets jumped up against the side of the 
float and splashed her face. She could see the blue sky above and the feel 
of the rolling motion of the float underneath them making the surrounding 
seascape bob dizzily up and down. She closed her eyes and inhaled the 
delectable sea air deeply. 

Nick was looking down at her as he supported his own heavy bulk over her 
slender body. Her hair was moist and limp as it fell over the edge of the 
raft. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. He pressed his lips to them 
to feel their heat. Then he began moving the lower half of his body 
sensuously over her, rubbing his genitals across her legs and crotch. 

"What are you doing?" She opened her eyes and asked curiously. 

"I'm scratching myself." 

"I itch down there too. Maybe we could take our suits off and scratch each 
other," she suggested with a giggle and entrusted her crotch to his hand. 

He was surprised at her candidness. He wondered if she could possibly 
suspect his intentions. She wasn't too young to know much about sex and she 
could imagine that she knew how easily she was letting herself in for a 
surprise. A big surprise at that. 

He helped her to slip off the bottom of her bathing suit and entrusted her 
crotch to his hand while she undid the top. She showed him where it itched 
and he said that he would try to make it feel better. He lay himself across 
the float with his head between her legs. He pressed her thighs apart and 
inspected the red, irritated lips of her pussy. Then he poked his head 
inside and began licking the whole surface of it tenderly. 

"Oh, that feels good, lick it some more." 

He obliged her willingly letting his tongue loose and lapping her all over. 
Finally he found her tender cut and sucked it between his lips. He could 
hear her moaning and feel her palpitating underneath him. He pressed her 
hand against her stomach to keep her still while he worked her over. He felt 
his erection nudging against his pants and loosed the string that held his 
balls and dick close to his body inside his swimsuit. Then he pulled the 
suit over his thighs and kicked it from his ankles. 

He swung his body over hers with a little leap. He lowered his knees on 
either side of her body so that his dick dangled in her face. She began to 
slap it back and forth playfully. He didn't care what she did with it as 
long as he felt her possessing it in one way or another. He knew that it 
would eventually occur to her to put it in her mouth. 

Susie examined his dick curiously. She had never seen the naked member at 
such close quarters before. She liked the feel of the soft head of it. It 
was a lovely red color. She teased the bulging veins that ran along the 
length of it, running her fingers over them with soft tickling strokes. 
Finally she poked her pointy little tongue out of her mouth and licked the 
tip of his dick. It tasted salty and made her thirst for more. She pulled 
down on his balls and lowered the long shaft into her mouth where she began 
to suck on it sensuously.' 

He began to lick her out voraciously as he raised and lowered himself into 
her moist mouth. He felt her take the whole length of him in and then hang 
onto it with her lips as he pulled it out again. Then she pushed his dick 
aside and cupped her hand over his hairy balls. She stuffed both of them 
into her mouth at once. Her tongue ran over them wetting and tickling them 
sensitively. She had a delicate touch and never hurt him in the slightest. 
Inexperience didn't seem to matter. She knew instinctively what to do. 

He poked his finger up her twat and his nail came up against the hymen which 
he poked a couple of times just for fun. He wouldn't wait till later to 
puncture it permanently. He just wanted to make sure that she was a virgin 
as he suspected. It moved him passionately that a little virgin like Susie 
could take to this sexual game so quickly, like a fish to water. She snapped 
up the bait so eagerly that he was sure he would have no trouble getting 
into her no matter how tight her twat, she would cooperate. He was proud of 
the way he had of winning children's confidence, though he had never thought 
of using his talent to this illicit end before. 

Now that his dick was weighing heavily between his legs and she seemed to be 
tiring of playing with his toys, decided to get down to business. He turned 
her over on her back and told her that they were going to play a little game 
of horsey. When he told her to she should buck move as one expected a horse 
to do and he would try and hang on to her and ride her if he could. She said 
that that sounded like fun and lifted her ass cooperatively up in the air. 

He held her plush little bottom between his knees and pointed his spur at 
her tight little twat. He pushed the head of his member up against the place 
where he knew the entrance to her pleasure palace lay. He grabbed her plump 
ass in his hands and shoved forward with a quick driving motion. He felt the 
muscles at the entry give way and the head sucked inside her. It came up 
against the membrane that was spread protectively across her canal and he 
drove himself in with a twist and a push that sent them both flying forward. 
He landed heavily on top of her and she began to writhe in terror. 

The more she twisted and pulled and pushed, the deeper he was imbedded 
inside her tight little cunt. She moaned beneath his heavy weight wondering 
if he were trying to kill her. Finally she just lay still and let him work 
out his aggression. 

He shoved it into her again and again. His member grew thicker and thicker 
and thicker as she was so tight around him. But he could feel her juicing up 
and it began to be easier for him to thrust and pull. He put his hands 
underneath her stomach and inside her crotch. He grasped her little clit 
between his knuckles as he pulled her on and off him. 

He was fucking her hard and fast now. Her body was lifted completely off the 
ground as he flung her in every direction. Finally he felt himself explode 
like a balloon that had been pumped too full. He plunged it in to the hilt 
and felt himself unleash a gush of semen inside her. She was forced forward 
by the strength of his climax. She fell off his cock exuding semen from her 
tender little hole. He bent to her pussy and licked her aching wound. 

Something strange had happened to her out on the ocean. The big life guard 
had taken her in his arms as her father often did, but then something had 
happened: he had invaded her private regions with his thick probe. She had 
felt like one of those little fish that wind up on a big hook. The big 
fisherman would pull it up from the waves and let it wiggle around 
sensuously for a few moments until he could grab hold of it and release it. 
Then he would throw it back in the sea with blood dripping from its mouth. 

She had felt the sharp pain of the hook inside her loins, and the come 
dripping from her thighs as he probed his rod inside her, looking for his 
own release. He had stretched her out good and proper until her muscles went 
loose with the struggle. Then she had floundered beneath him as under some 
huge wave and let his foaming liquids surge inside her. 

This was sex she knew. She felt old with the awareness. Back in the beach 
cottage with her grandfather she spent a quiet evening thinking it all over. 
She sat on her grandfather's lap as he rocked in his chair. She tried to 
feel the thing between his legs. She wondered if she had the power to make 
it rise from the tomb of old age. He seemed satisfied to just rock back and 
forth with her small body clasped in his arms. He wanted nothing more than 
to hold her. 

She wondered what it was that made the magic wand rise up between a man's 
thighs. She had seen her father naked many times, with his snake dangling 
lifeless between his legs. Once she had even seen it stiff and erect, but he 
had covered himself and been angry at its appearance. 

She had had a bad dream and gone running into Popsy's room to be comforted. 
She had climbed into his warm bed and nestled herself next to his strong 
comforting body. Then she had felt it prodding her in the back. Her father 
had wrapped the sheet around him so that she could no longer feel the 
bristling hairs of his manliness. He hid himself away from her and she had 
cried. Then he had gotten angry, saying that she was too old to sleep in his 
bed. It wasn't proper. He had carried her into her own room and sat up with 
her until she had fallen asleep again. 

Why was that? Why wouldn't he let her sleep with him? It was obvious to her 
now that it was his penis that had come between them. He hadn't wanted to 
show her the magic rod between his legs because it wasn't proper. The evil 
of intimacy haunted her. She was glad to have achieved that closeness with 
Nick, the lifeguard. Now she would know what to expect from men. She could 
make them play her own games. 

By her rules! 

Susie found that she couldn't sleep the next morning. The sun came in too 
brightly through the window and she awoke before seven. She decided to take 
a walk out on the beach by herself. She wanted to explore the dunes that 
made mountainous ridges further down the shore. They were wild and jungly in 
her imagination. 

She dressed in shorts and sandals and a little middy blouse that exposed her 
stomach and pulled off the shoulders at the elastic neckline. She combed her 
bright yellow hair with a brush until it was satisfactorily glossy and 
started out oh her lonely hike. 

There was no one else on the beach and she must have walked a mile before 
she came to the dunes. She began to walk among them with the thick sand 
slowing her down. The sand gathered inside the sole of her sandals and made 
her feet heavy. It was hard work just walking. Now that the sun had come 
out, big and strong. She began to grow tired and feel thirsty. Then she 
smelt the odor of food frying and saw a little cloud of smoke rising just 
beyond the next ridge. She walked towards it with curiosity. 

She crawled up one side of the dune as she had seen soldiers do in a war 
picture that took place on the desert. There was a ragged man on the other 
side cooking eggs over a small fire. She observed him for a while without 
his noticing. He was unshaven and sat on a rolled up sleeping bag while he 
flipped his eggs in the pan. 

Then suddenly she sneezed and he turned around in surprise. First his mouth 
hung open and his eyes looked at her suspiciously. Then he smiled when he 
saw it was only a child. 

"Hello, sweetie. What brings you out so early?" 

"My grandfather lives down on the beach and I came out for a walk. I'm the 
first one out this morning." 

"Well maybe so. But I've been here all night." 

"You slept on the beach?" 

"Sure. This is my home. You're sitting in my kitchen as a matter-of-fact. My 
bedroom's over there." He pointed to a gully formed by four dunes that had a 
bed of reed laid out in its pit. "I like it out among the stars. Sleeping 
outside is fine in the summer." 

"I don't know. I'm from the city. I've never slept outside." 

"Are you hungry?" 

"I'm thirsty." 

He took a canteen from his knapsack and apologized because the water would 
be warm by now. She took a drink from the metal lip, inexpertly, and the 
water dribbled over her chin as well as down her throat. He took the 
opportunity to reach out his hand to her and wipe the drops from her face 
and neck. 

Her skin felt delightfully cool and soft. His hands were dirty and he drew 
them back in shame. She felt sorry for him and smiled back as if to tell him 
that she didn't mind. Then she took another swig at the canteen. 

The sun shone brightly on her blonde hair setting it all aglow. She sat on 
top of the dune now while he was below in the gully tending his fire. Her 
chubby legs stretched down next to him with the small, bristling, golden 
hairs making a down over her white skin. She had the long legs of 
adolescence. He admired them, but she didn't seem to notice his staring, or 
else she enjoyed it. It had been a long time since he had had a woman. He 
kept telling himself that she was only a little girl. 

She pulled her white blouse down from her shoulders. The elastic had left 
red, irritated marks where it had rested and she rubbed these soothingly 
with her hand. Her shoulders were curved and glistened slightly with sweat. 
He couldn't take his eyes off her as he gulped down his eggs. The yellows 
dribbled over the corner of his mouth and he wiped it away with the back of 
his hand. She crossed her legs and he could see the shadowy curve of her 
lower buttocks inside her short pants. 

"How old are you?" he asked her casually. "I'm fourteen." 

"Oh, I thought maybe you were older than that." He had been hoping he would 
have more reason for the feelings of passion she was arising in him. He 
massaged his crotch with frustration. 

"Do you itch there too?" she asked him suddenly. "Everyone I meet seems to 
have the itch." He laughed at this with great hilarity, slapping his knee 
and falling off his sleeping bag into the sand. 

"It's a human itch, I'm afraid. You've met it before you say?" 

Susie was anxious to see his goods. She wanted to see the magic wand of a 
prick rise again. It intrigued her that she had found a new power within 
herself. She could kindle a fire in a man's groin that would make his rod 
smolder between his legs. She wanted to see it red and eager with passion. 
She wanted to tease it and make it beg for satisfaction. There was something 
exciting about this thing called sex. It was a new game that she wanted to 
learn. 

"Would you like to soothe my itch, little girl?" He grabbed her hand which 
rested beside her on the sand bank. He pulled on it and she slid down next 
to him in the gully. 

"I could try, if you like." 

"I'd like that very much." 

He unloosened the piece of rope that held his pants up instead of a belt. 
They fell from his skinny hips and he pushed them down until his thick 
buttocks rested on the warm sand. He had his hands between his legs now 
massaging his balls and prick with energy. Then he grabbed her hand and 
thrust it between his thighs. 

She could feel the bristling hairiness of him. It tickled her palm and she 
giggled as his dick writhed in her hand. He let his leg slide straight out 
in front of him and how she could see his snaky member. It was encrusted 
with scabs and she drew back her hand in horror. 

"What's the matter, little girl. You asked for it. Don't you like it?" 

"Oh, it just needs a little loving. Put your nice warm hand over it. That 
makes it feel much better." 

"No, I won't." 

"Oh, yes you will. If you don't jerk me off real nice, I'll make you suck 
it." 

Her mouth hung open with horror. He grabbed her hand from behind her back 
where it had been hiding and put it between his legs again where he held it 
with his knees firmly in place. She had no choice but to let it dangle 
amidst his balls and prick. 

"Now put your little hand around it and jerk me off properly." 

She cooperated with him as she realized that at any moment he could 
overpower her and make her swallow it inside her mouth. 

She gripped his long, lanky, snake in her hand and marveled that the injured 
animal could wriggle and grow as it now did at her touch. She moved her 
fingers over the skin softly, pulling it back and forth behind the head. 

"You do that real good. But I don't feel it enough. Harder, you little 
bitch." 

With this he encompassed her little hand in his big fist and made it 
surround his member. She could feel the surface of it scratching her hand as 
the red head popped out behind her palm. Her gaze seemed attached to the 
bursting red tip as if she were hypnotized. He noticed her stare and grabbed 
the back of her neck with his other hand and then pushed her slowly down 
over his knee until he could feel her small breasts through the thin blouse 
and her lips were pressed to the inflamed head of his member. 

Susie struggled in his grasp, but he pressed her on to it with a strength 
and a will that were beyond her own. She came down upon it with her eyes 
still staring. It grew larger and larger until the sand and the beach were 
no longer visible and all that remained of reality was the large, perturbed 
head of his cock. She felt it press between her lips and the soft skin 
nestled tenderly, red on red. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to 
loll her sweet tongue around its smooth surface. Her hand still grasped the 
scratchy shaft of it which she was now pumping into her own mouth. 

There was no way out. It was inevitable that she should wind up in this 
position. She realized that she had a fatal attraction to the male member 
and that it would always seek her out now that she had learned its powers. 
She couldn't resist it. It seemed to call to her for satisfaction like some 
mystical vibration that passed through her young body and held mastery over 
it. 

He pressed the back of her neck massagingly with his hand. He could feel the 
short hairs under his Fingers and feel the long ones dangling softly between 
his legs. She was good. Her mouth was delightfully moist. Her hand was 
energetic and untiring. He thought that he could go on like this for the 
rest of the afternoon. He hadn't received such tender attention for a long 
time. 

Then he began to grow more and more excited. He pumped his ass up and down 
in the sand and pressed her over his knee with one hand until she was almost 
upside down. He had her ass propped up on his knee and it bulged 
delightfully inside her shorts in this position. He found himself whacking 
her across her buttocks with energy as she sucked and jerked him off. He 
landed wounding blows across the cheeks which pushed her mouth deeper onto 
his prick. Her legs began to flail in the air and he pinched her all over 
her little plush bottom with delight. 

He could feel himself throbbing and vibrating under her succulent lips. The 
sun beat down on him and he began to sweat profusely as she worked him over. 
He began to groan with the labors and finally he held her head between his 
legs with both hands and shot himself deep inside her mouth. Her lips closed 
around his shaft and she swallowed his scum with disgust. He wouldn't let 
her rise even after he had shot his load. He made her wallow on top of the 
member as it went soft. 

Susie was choking and sobbing. He finally released her and her head came up 
like a person who had been held under the water too long. She choked and 
heaved and sobbed. There was scum running out her nose and her face was red 
with emotion. Then she stared up behind him in shocked amazement. The ass 
felt a hand come down heavily on his shoulder and pick him up by his shirt. 

Susie watched the policeman pick up her companion by his neck as if her were 
a puppy or a doll. He shook the man fiercely once or twice and then lifted 
his heavy knee into his groin. The cop released him and watched him double 
over in pain. He smiled at a job well done. He rolled the man over in the 
sand kicking some grains in his eyes. His polished boots shone in the 
sunlight. Then he looked at Susie with concern. 

"Did he hurt you, sweetheart?" 

"Only a little. He made me do nasty things. He's a bad man." 

"You shouldn't be wandering out on the beach alone. Your grandfather was 
worried about you and called us. I figured you might be down her among the 
dunes. You kids love to play here. Unfortunately, it's not safe with 
characters like that wandering around. C'mon now. I'll take you home." 

He picked her up off the ground by her arm and brushed off the seat of her 
pants with his strong red hand. He let it linger for a moment over her flesh 
buttocks thinking what a nice ass she had for such a little girl. He helped 
her over the side of the dune out onto the fiat beach where his horse stood 
waiting. 

"Oh, you have a horse. I like to ride. My father takes me." 

"I go horseback riding in Central Park sometimes." 

"How would you like to come back to the stable with me? We could call your 
grandfather from there and tell him you're in good hands." 

"Oh, I'd like that. I love horses." 

He lifted her up onto the saddle and then climbed on behind her. She could 
feel the high front of the saddle pushing her thighs apart irritatingly and 
driving the seam of her pants up between her nether lips. They started off 
at a trot and she could feel his knobby fingers resting in front of her lap 
where he held the reins. His heavy body bounced up and down behind her and 
she moved uncomfortably in the lumpy cover of his thighs. 

The wind blew in her hair and made it fly back luxuriously over his blue 
shirted chest. He could feel himself growing warm with the heat of the horse 
and the passion that was growing between his thighs. He grasped her plush 
hips and felt them, small and succulent and pink, between his legs as he 
rode, massaging himself into the crack of her little ass. He began to canter 
in a hurry to get back to the stable and show her his other horse. 

She could feel him surrounding her with his large arms and muscular thighs 
as they rode. The speed of the journey excited her. There seemed to be an 
unspoken urgency in the body of the horse and its master. Once again she was 
caught up in a strong male grip that carried her off to a world of passion. 

They arrived at the barn hot and panting. He helped her down, feeling her 
body limp with sweat. He took her inside the cool shade of the dank smelling 
building. The first thing he did was to call her grandfather from a phone 
inside and tell her that he had found Susie and would bring her back home 
soon. 

"You look all hot. How would you like to go under a hose for a while and 
cool off?" He knew that children loved to do this and it would give him the 
opportunity to see her body naked and decide whether or not he should try 
and make it with her. She might be too young. 

"I don't know if that would be proper." 

"Don't be shy, honey. I'm gonna hose myself down as well." 

He began to undress. He sat down on an unpainted wooden bench and took his 
shirt off. His muscles bulged and shone with sweat as he began to pull of 
his high, black boots. Then he lowered his riding pants and she watched for 
his magic wand between his legs. It bulged inside his underwear. 

"What are you looking at? That's not fair. I want to see you too. Maybe I'll 
let you ride my horse if you're a good girl." 

Susie thought about what he said. That's what Nick had said when they had 
gone out to the raft. Let's play horsy. She did not doubt that he had the 
same game in mind. 

He helped her pull her thin blouse off over her head. Her blonde hair hung 
luxuriously over her shoulders and down to the soft pink nipples that 
starred her chest. He nudged them gently with his calloused fingers and she 
looked up at him with her big blue eyes, questioningly. Her long lashes 
fluttered and she closed her eyes in enjoyment. He could see that she was 
feeling what she was supposed to feel. She was ready for sex he decided. 
Little girls grow up fast these days. 

She unfastened her shorts at the side and let them fall to the ground: They 
both stood in their underwear now. He was the first to remove his. His large 
dick stood out thickly before him. He twanged it a couple of times in his 
hand and it seemed to grow longer before her eyes. He moved in front of her 
and pulled her white panties off of her little hips. He massaged the soft 
flesh between his palms and then let her stoop to gather her clothes and 
place them neatly on the little bench. 

He admired her supple, young body. She didn't have much up front, but her 
legs were long and her ass was delightfully chubby. The cheeks stuck out 
behind her firm and perky. He turned the hose on and let her run before it. 
He splashed her chest with it and watched the nipples pucker irritatedly at 
the contact of the cold water. She grasped her arms around her chest and 
turned her back to him. He drilled her tender buttocks with the strong 
spray. The water dripped down sensuously between her legs. 

Then he handed the hose to her and let her soak his body. She watched the 
curling hairs on his chest absorb the water and cling to his body in an 
intricate pattern. She hosed him under his hairy arms and in his crotch 
where his cock wagged about playfully under the moving stream. It bobbed and 
dangled delightfully. She wanted to hold it in her hands and feel its wet 
wriggling length in her hand. It was smooth and slippery looking. It bore 
little resemblance to the disgustingly red snake of the pervert which had 
possessed her earlier. 

Now she lifted the jet of water to her mouth and drank from it in long 
gasping slurps. He watched over her like a big genie and waited for her to 
finish drinking so that he could begin. 

He turned off the water and took the hose from her hand and dropped it on 
the ground. His eyes never left her body. He put his hand on her shoulder 
and let it slip down her wet skin, over her flat breasts and down her smooth 
stomach to the mound of Venus that felt warm under his hand. It seemed to 
throb with its own inner tension and he smiled down at her kindly. 

Then he picked her up bodily and carried her off to a stall and laid her 
down in the straw. Her hair spread out light against the golden straw. The 
blades clung to her wet body which was so light that she hardly sunk into it 
at all. He dropped down on his knees beside her and let his hand run over 
her again and again. She lifted her own small palm and let it come up 
between his thighs. She dangled his hairy balls on her fingers, bouncing 
them up and down, smiling and watching the effect she had on his thick 
member. 

Now he situated himself between her knees and let her lie prone and helpless 
in front of him while he played with her little twat. He poked his big red 
fingers between the puffy lips and rubbed his fingers up and down between 
the tender flaps of skin. She was wet inside, but not only with water. He 
could feel the slimy secretion of her little pussy between his fingers. He 
contacted the pointy clitoris and pinched it feelingly. She began to move on 
his hand. He twisted the tidbit of skin between his fingers and she began to 
moan erotically. 

He was truly delighted with her. He would have expected a child of her age 
to be frightened by his manly attentions. She acted as if she had been 
through this ordeal before. 

She had experience beyond her years. It fascinated him that her undeveloped 
figure could house adult passion. His lust flowered inside him for her 
tender young body. He couldn't wait to feel his cock up her tight little 
twat. 

He pulled his erection into his hands as he pressed her thighs apart 
strongly. He inserted the head of it between her sensitive lips and pushed 
hard, but he found that he could not get inside. He tried to drag her onto 
him by holding her round buttocks in his hand, but only the head would 
disappear for a moment and then fall out again as soon as he released the 
pressure. 

She was writhing in front of him with pain. She groaned hoarsely and moved 
uncooperatively in front of him, trying to pull herself out of his painful 
grasp. 

"Stop that twitching and lie still. You're going to get what's coming to you 
no matter what you do. I ain't going to give up so easily." With this, he 
got an idea. He rose and left her massaging her little cunt as she lay in 
the straw. 

He returned after a few moments with the riding crop in his hand. He 
twitched it nervously against his calf and she looked up at him in wide eyed 
horror. She covered her face with her hand as if to ward off a blow. 

"I'm not gonna hit you sweetheart. That is-if you cooperate. Now lie down 
straight and spread." 

She watched him put the end of the crop into a jar of saddle soap that was 
on a ledge of the stall. He got a big glob of creamy soap onto the crop and 
then squatted down between her thighs again. He jammed it up her good and 
hard, twisting it inside her tight canal. She wiggled her ass around it 
feeling like a jelly apple on a stick. It was not unpleasant as the soap 
felt cool and smooth inside her. He massaged it around vigorously, probing 
it deep within her and stretching her taut entrance out so that the next 
time it would be large enough to take him all in. 

He threw the crop down in the straw, now that he was done with it. She saw 
the fire in his eyes as he bent over her small body. He hoisted her up under 
her ass and lifted her lower body onto his knees. He pulled her up towards 
his crotch until his thick dick pointed close to the V of her crotch. Then 
he leaned forward and into her, parting the lips of her pussy with his 
fingers. Holding her wide open to his need. 

He plunged into her tiny hole and watched his large member disappear. He had 
to thrust and pull at the same time to get her to take it all in. Finally, 
he felt himself wallowing inside her with the grease foaming around' his 
staff and her tight twat secured about him. 

He heaved a great sigh that made his dick bulge inside her. She could feel 
the width of it constantly expanding and stretching her out. She could 
barely move because she was crammed so tightly onto it. Her knees bent down 
over his muscular thighs and her feet couldn't even touch the ground. 

He felt her like a tight glove on his sexual finger. She massaged his dick 
erotically with her clinging muscles. It felt good to be buried inside her 
at last. He began to plunge deeply looking for her treasure. She gasped and 
moaned as he fell forward on top of her. She began to writhe and struggle 
beneath his heavy body and he loved the vibrations her every move made 
inside her cunt. 

He socked it into her again and again, widening her with the pressure of his 
whole body behind his driving shaft. She had her feet on the ground now and 
was pushing her small body against him in an effort to open herself up 
before him so that it wouldn't hurt her so much. 

She held herself up with her back arched and let him work it into her as she 
was level with his rod. He moved more easily inside her now and was able to 
pull himself in and out of her. She felt the length of him slipping from 
between her thighs and then shuddering back into place. She began to throb 
with the emotion of his quick movements. Soon she was moving her thighs like 
a woman twice her age and welcoming his great whapping blows. 

She writhed her small body around and he felt himself dizzy and hot with his 
effort. She was good at her exercise and worked him into a fever pitch of 
excitement. He held her under the knees now and spread her as wide as she 
would go. Her body seemed made of elastic as it bent and shaped itself to 
his tremendous need. He landed inside her again and again until he could 
feel all the pressure and tension draining into his huge member. Then he 
exploded inside her sending hot waves of semen into her tender young loins. 
She drained him and clung to him with all her might, absorbing his soothing 
liquid. 

He fell off her to the side and lay like a dead man in the straw. She 
massaged her little pussy fervidly working up the juices around her hand. 
She probed inside it with her fingers to feel the lips all stretched and 
oozing under her hand. She worked her own fingers up inside it tenderly. 

Her desires had been worked up inside her. His throbbing member had ignited 
her little fire, but not extinguished it. She would have to work this out on 
her own. He had been too large and frightening for her to reach her 
consummate pleasure with him. But now she was left to her own devices and 
would succeed without his help. 

She tickled her irritated, little, flaming clitty back and forth as she 
poked her other hand down inside her self. She could feel the muscles 
working around her own hand delightfully. She squeezed her cunt around her 
fingers until the pressure finally gave way and she was creaming and 
wriggling sensuously on her hand. 

She had reached her first climax by her own efforts and was proud that she 
could give herself such pleasure. The big cock had excited her, but she had 
brought herself to the culmination of her pleasures. She wondered if it 
would always be that way or if she would at last find someone the right size 
to please her all the way. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"You see what can happen when you don't mind your grandfather. You're too 
small to go off on your own like that. You're just like your mother, rest 
her soul. I pray that you don't come to a bad end." 

Susie wondered about this last phrase. She didn't know that her mother had 
'come to a bad end.' She had died, true enough, but how had it ended 
exactly? She wondered how she would be able to find out the secret that her 
father had kept from her and her grandfather had let slip. Somehow she felt 
that her mother's end would provide a clue to her own future. 

Susie contented herself with digging out in the yard for the rest of the 
day. She tried to revert to her childhood pleasures, but found it difficult 
to slip into a fantasy world when so much reality surrounded her. She didn't 
seem to have to look very far for something to happen to her. , She noticed 
that a little redheaded boy was watching her from the distance. He looked 
younger than herself and she decided that it might be fun to spend some time 
with a member of her own generation. She was a little upset and confused 
with grownups for the moment. They seemed to have such clear ideas of 
things, of what ends any possible given situation could yield. They seemed 
to know in advance what actions would occur. They were driven, but they were 
forceful and she only wanted to relax for a while and give her mind a rest 
from trying to figure their motives out. 

She beckoned the little boy to come and play with her. He approached her 
shyly and she spoke first. She asked him his name and how old he was. He 
responded with a faltering voice, he was Micky and twelve years old. She 
invited him to sit down beside her and they became fast friends. 

Micky was at the beach with his father and his girl friend. His mother was 
never mentioned and Susie never found out what had become of her. The two 
children would often go to the beach with Mr. Bones when Susie's grandfather 
wasn't up to taking the sun. 

Mr. Bones was very affectionate towards Susie. He liked the idea of his son 
having an older girl friend at the age of twelve. Somehow it attached to his 
own ego. His girl friend, Loretta, was a big, busty woman who liked to 
fondle both children in her big tits. She always seemed to come at you with 
open arms as if she wanted to encompass the whole world in her passionate 
grasp. 

Loretta had one strange obsession that Susie couldn't understand at all. She 
was always taking baths and insisting that the others bathe as well. 
Everyday after she came up from the beach, she would take Micky into the 
shower with her. 'To rinse the salt off,' or so she said. 

She liked nothing better than to soap Micky down in the tub. She would let 
Susie watch even though it embarrassed him greatly. Perhaps she was only 
trying to be a surrogate mother to him, but she was very aggressive at 
winning his affections and taking care of her obligations. 

She had a special sponge that fit like a glove over her hand. First she 
would work the lather up on her hand and the foam would froth on the surface 
of her sponge. Then she would work over his whole body with this hand. She 
rubbed him everywhere. Over his shoulders and neck and chest and then down 
below. She paid a lot of attention to his pre-pubescent genitals. She would 
pick them up under her sponge and ooze the soap up between his small sacs. 
Then she would stretch his little dong out and laugh, commenting on how cute 
it was. 

She took Susie on as her confidant and would tell her all sorts of things 
about her intimate life with Mr. Bones. Susie would listen with quiet 
absorption trying to learn all that she could from this woman of the world. 

"Mr. Bones has a beautiful, long cock. Last night we measured it, and it was 
twelve inches long. One foot! I was amazed myself. But the thing is that its 
quite thin and easy to take up. And once you get it inside, it wriggles like 
an eel. On, it's delightful! Just wait until you're old enough. Use your 
imagination and try to understand." 

When Loretta was finished bathing Micky she would wrap him up in a big terry 
cloth towel and take him into her bedroom. Then she would send Susie home 
and she never knew what went on between the two of them. Finally one day she 
asked Micky about it. 

He was very embarrassed and looked at her with his large wrinkled brow. She 
was almost sorry she had pried since it obviously cost him a lot of worry. 

"Oh, she just calls me baby a lot and makes me suck on her tits. Sometimes I 
have to stick my finger up her cunt and then she moans a lot. She's a funny 
sort of person. My dad can't get enough of her." 

"Do you think that I could watch you sometime. I mean does she let you do 
anything you want to her? It must be fun to have the advantage over a 
grownup that way." 

"Yeah, once she's down on the bed, I can really have my way with her. She 
lets me jump up and down on her tits just to make me touch her." 

"Ooh, that sounds like fun." 

"This afternoon, instead of going home after my bath, just look in at the 
keyhole and I'll put on a good show. But don't laugh too loud or she'll hear 
you." 

Susie decided that she would like to see this show and followed Micky's 
instructions. After Loretta had lifted him out of the tub, she stationed 
herself at the door instead of going home. Loretta closed the door behind 
her tightly and never gave a thought to looking for an eye in the keyhole. 

She laid Micky down on the bed and opened the towel so that she could 
examine his clean, pink body. She nestled her face in his crotch and would 
pull his shriveled little penis into her large, sensual mouth. She had 
lipstick on and it left a bright red ring around his member. She giggled 
over it telling him that he was branded with her sign. 

Loretta was naked herself and her flesh wobbled whenever she moved. She had 
large round hips and full buttocks that shivered like jello. Her black bush 
was as thick as a briar patch and formed a perfect V over her crotch. Her 
breasts were enormous with large red nipples that must have been at least 
two inches in diameter. She was truly a monumental woman. Laying on the bed 
beside little Micky she was approximately three times his size. 

Now she cradled Micky in her arms like a baby, lifting him up under the ass 
and bringing his face to her breast. He opened his mouth and sucked a nipple 
inside. He wallowed his nose in the ample flesh that surrounded it as he 
sucked. Then he let it drop partially from his mouth and opened his lips to 
show that he was clinging to the tender central morsel of flesh that was the 
bull's-eye of her tit. He bit into it with his sharp little teeth and she 
grimaced passionately, hugging him to her tighter. His face disappeared 
completely in the mound of flesh that was her breast. One of her tits was 
fully as large as his head. 

Susie was amazed that this woman sought pleasure with a child who could not 
even sock it to her. Micky wasn't mature enough to fuck, there wasn't any 
doubt in her mind. But this was obviously his attraction for Loretta. 

Now she lifted him to her mouth and kissed his lips passionately. Her tongue 
jutted in and out between his lips. She licked out his nostrils and his ears 
as well like a mother cat with her kitten. Then she put him to rest between 
her things with his feet resting next to her throat. 

He began to diddle inside Loretta's large cunt. Her lower end faced the door 
and Susie could watch. Micky's explorations without any difficulty. Loretta 
spread her legs wide apart, stretching her toes to rest against the posts of 
the bed. She would bounce her body around by bending and straightening her 
knees against the posts. 

Micky spread the lips of her large inflamed cunt. It was passion pink inside 
and the hairs curled over the labia in a great mass which he occasionally 
pulled at. He put his fingers inside her dripping pussy and moved them 
around. She took his feet in her hands and sucked his toes into her mouth 
while he worked her over down below. 

She took his feet firmly in her hands and twiddled her tongue in and out 
between the toes which made him bounce on top of her, hysterical with 
laughter. Her body wiggled underneath him, sustaining his feeble jumps 
without any discomfort whatsoever. Finally, she handed Micky a hairbrush 
from the night table beside her and he started to use it on her thick bush. 

First he brushed the hair out with the bristles adhering to the top of her 
crotch. This didn't seem to affect her at all and she kept raising her twat 
in the air trying to direct him to use it where it would do more good. He 
continued brushing her on top for a while, teasing her and then slowly 
brushed lower and lower into the crack of passion. Finally he was applying 
the bristles to her sensitive labia and she was bouncing up and down beneath 
him and rotating her legs every which way. Finally he poked the plastic 
handle of the brush inside her and she began to moan. 

She grasped his little ass, one cheek in each of her large hands and moved 
him up and down over her breasts. In this way she was able to draw the 
handle of the brush up inside her at her own pace. Then she seemed to relax 
again and he slipped it in and out of her while she rested quietly. 

"Micky, my love, I need the other end of it I'm afraid. But please be gentle 
with me. Don't work me too hard." 

The boy responded to her comment by turning the brush around and poking the 
bristles gingerly between her lips. She spread her legs wide, pressing the 
soles of her feet up against the bedposts as he pushed the stout, needled 
dildo inside her. The muscles throbbed in her calves and thighs as she took 
the member painfully between her thighs. She moaned and groaned loudly as 
Micky poked the brush in and out of her cunt. 

Susie could see the bristles reappear now and again covered with slime. The 
pearly droplets glowed on the needles of the brush like drops of dew. She 
was amazed that the woman could take such a large object up her cunt. But it 
was even more amazing that she seemed to enjoy the abrasive movement of the 
brush inside her. 

The woman gripped the sides of the mattress now as Micky worked it into her 
quickly. She raised her knees and the juices flowed down the crack of her 
ass. She began breathing in short grasps and suddenly hugged her legs 
together squeezing the brush up deeper inside her as she came copiously, 
bouncing Micky up and down on her stomach. 

Susie began to laugh hilariously at the picture of the huge woman and the 
little boy together. Then suddenly she felt a hand land heavily on her 
shoulder. 

"There, I've caught you, my little peeping Tom." Mr. Bones had a tight grasp 
on her shoulder. He opened the door to the bedroom and walked in without 
knocking. He seemed not to take much notice of the love scene with which he 
was confronted. 

"Look what I've found outside your door." 

"Oh, dear. What if she tells her grandfather. The old bastard will make a 
terrible scandal. What will we do?" 

"I have a suggestion. If we implicate her in our activities, she's not as 
likely to tell, is she?" 

"That's not a bad idea. Are you in the mood?" 

Mr. Bones looked Susie up and down. She was wearing a polo shirt from which 
her nipples protruded delightfully inside a stripe of white. Her little ass 
bulged alluringly behind her. He had always been fond of her cheeky little 
buttocks and pinched and squeezed them many times. He had been waiting for 
an excuse to have a go at her. He didn't mind fucking the little twat off 
her, now that the opportunity had arisen. After all, she had brought it upon 
herself. 

"Come here, child." Loretta beckoned her to the side of the bed. 

Susie approached her slowly. The woman reached out her hand and drew her 
close so that she could smell the mixture of sweat and perfumed soap on her 
body. Loretta reached her hand up behind her neck and pressed her head down 
until their lips met. She pressed her tongue inside the girl's mouth and 
swished it around her gums until it tickled unbearably. Then she let her go. 

"She's had some experience at this kind of thing. I can tell just from 
kissing her sweet lips. It's not the first time." 

"A hot one, eh? I wish I had known that before. Why did I wait so long?" 

He stroked Susie's silky blonde hair and lowered his bathing trunks with his 
free hand. Then he massaged her hair around his dick. It slid across and 
around it cool and delightful. He liked the feel of her smooth blonde hair 
and the look of it against his own dark pubes. He enforced an erection in 
this way, but Loretta shoved the girl out of the way before he could make 
her suck it as he had intended. 

"Oh, it looks lovely. I want it first. Give it to me," she pleaded with him. 

"You are a glutton aren't you? Let me corn-hole you and I'll give it to you 
first." 

Loretta agreed to do this without much coaxing. But first Mr. Bones set up 
an elaborate system that would involve everybody in the activity. He hoisted 
Loretta onto her stomach and over the foot board of the bed so that her 
crotch rested heavily on the board and her ass stuck up in the air. He 
slapped her buttocks several times with his long rod, which was quite stiff 
and landed with resonant slaps leaving cheerful red marks wherever it fell. 
He called Susie to stand behind him and play with his balls while he worked 
on Loretta. At the same time Micky sat between her legs and played with her 
own little pussy. It seemed to be an agreeable arrangement for all of them. 

Mr. Bones massaged Loretta's cheeks apart until he could see the brown hole 
before him. Of all her holes he much preferred her anus because it was 
tighter than any of the others. His dick was long and thin, but stood up 
perpendicular to his body, like a foot-long ruler. He poked the tip of it 
inside her steaming asshole and she moaned. But he found that when he tried 
to push it deeper inside her it doubled back on him. She was very grainy and 
dry up there. He withdrew for a moment and rasped his throat until he was 
able to draw up a gob of spit which he deposited adroitly in her bunghole. 
Then he inserted the pointy tip of his dick again and pushed through. This 
time she received him all the way inside her anal canal, with a wiggle and a 
giggle. 

Susie had been left to her own devices. He trusted the child's imagination 
to do a good job on his balls. First she bounced them up and down on her 
palms. They stretched on the long flap of skin from which they hung. Then 
she bowed her head and began licking them with her quick pink tongue. She 
pulled the hairs between her lips which tickled him amazingly and made him 
pump fervidly inside Loretta's ass. 

Micky was at work on Susie's little pussy. He examined it closely and 
noticed that little hairs in front of the lips. They were extremely pale, 
almost white, and very fine. He stroked them gently with his fingers feeling 
her soft skin underneath. Then he found her little red clitty and grasped it 
between his fingers. He pulled on it and wrung it like a clapper on a bell. 
She wiggled her ass around wildly as she enjoyed his activity. Her pussy 
became moist and he bent his lips to suck at it. 

Micky sat with his head between Susie's thighs. She squatted down over his 
lips as she sucked energetically on Mr. Bones' balls. Micky worked his 
tongue between her little labia delightfully. He had very soft lips and his 
tongue was quick and wet. She held onto Mr. Bones' hairy thighs for support 
as she thought that she might collapse with the pleasure of it all. 

Each sexual experience seemed to awaken her sensibilities more and more. 
Every time she found herself in the midst of another encounter she grew more 
excited than the time before. At first she had been sort of frightened at 
the unknown but, now as it became more familiar to her, she found herself 
relaxing and more able to enjoy herself. 

Susie was having fun this afternoon. This was the most absorbing game that 
she had ever played. Her whole mind and body were involved in what she was 
doing and being done to. As she licked and sucked on Mr. Bones' sex, Micky 
probed and fondled her own. The exercise was as balanced as a ballet. 

Mr. Bones was working up a sweat over his girlfriend's ass. Her tight canal 
irritated his member tremendously, but at the same time it was extremely 
arousing. Her anus was rough and uneven inside like a bumpy road. He had to 
feel his way around, probing slowly at firs to make sure he wouldn't make a 
false more and wind up jammed into one of her abrasive walls. He pumped 
himself in and out of he carefully at first, and then faster as the terrain 
became more familiar to him. Soon his hips were landing up against her fat 
buttocks with great slaps. He felt himself wallowing inside he fleshy ass. 
It was like jumping into a marshmallow. He could also feel the child's mouth 
clinging to his balls and making them tighten with the need to expel their 
load. Soon he was slamming it into Loretta's ass as fast as he could, 
feeling his dick tense and then explode its scum into her shithole. 

He removed his dick from her canal and held the children back out of range 
while a gush of sperm and shit spurted from her ass and onto the floor. The 
children began to laugh. Susie put her hand over her mouth, in a childish 
habit she had. She had never seen anything so real in her life. 

Susie was amazed at the harsh realities of sex. It was by no means 
beautiful, but it was distinctly intriguing. One never knew what to expect 
next. The bodily functions seemed to all be called into play. One could eat, 
shit and fuck all at the same time it seemed. 

"Come with me, my dear. I think you and I should spend some time alone 
together, hmmmmm?" 

"Do you like little girls or big ladies best, Mr. Bones?" Susie inquired 
candidly. 

"I hardly know myself. But I like tight holes wherever I can find them." 

He took Susie by the hand and led her down into the basement. It was cool 
and dark down there and Susie felt a chill pass through her body. She 
wondered why he had brought her down here to fuck her. 

Mr. Bones "wanted to show her his snake collection. He had a terrarium in 
the basement. A large glass tank was equipped with ferns and moss and 
several lizards and serpents. She clung to his arm as he brought her over to 
see them. He loved the look of fear that invaded her features. Her eyes went 
wide with fright as she watched an indigo prop its head against the glass 
wall and poke its forked tongue out of its mouth. 

"Ooh, it's so evil looking," Susie commented. 

"Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed." Mr. Bones lifted the glass cover off the cage 
and reached his hand in after the long black snake which tried to hide in 
the crevice between two rocks. 

He lifted it out and let it coil on his arm. He held it out for Susie to 
touch. She brought her finger close to its back and closed her eyes. She 
contacted the scaly skin of the snake and was surprised to find that it 
wasn't slimy at all. The scales slipped under her fingers like smooth 
leather. It was cold, but not unpleasant to touch. 

"Would you like to hold him?" Mr. Bones asked her. 

She shook her head no, but before she knew what had happened he had draped 
the snake around her naked shoulders. She held her body perfectly still as 
if she had been literally scared stiff. She closed her eyes and felt the 
snake crawl down her shoulder and onto her arm. It coiled itself around her 
limb with its head tucked under her armpit. 

"He likes you because you're so nice and warm. Poor creature-he's 
cold-blooded." 

Mr. Bones removed the snake from her arm. He had to pull it off her firmly 
as it clung to her like the limb of some lifesaving tree. Finally, he 
disengaged it and put it back in the tank. Susie's whole body felt cool and 
slithery after the contact of the snake. It seemed to still be clinging to 
her somehow. 

Mr. Bones let his hand fall around his shoulder where the snake had rested. 
His long cool fingers marched down her breast and gave her gooseflesh. Then 
his hands moved over her nipples and they shriveled as he tweaked them 
gently. He knelt down before her and pushed the hair back from her neck. He 
moved his lips over her cool white skin and again she felt as if the snake 
were crawling over her body. 

Mr. Bones' lips attached to her nipples. He pulled them out from her breasts 
with his teeth. She felt excitement ebb and flow in her little breasts for 
the first time. She had had little feeling there before. But her whole body 
felt sensitive now. There wasn't an inch of it that wouldn't quiver if he 
touched it. 

He brought her over to a leather divan that was situated in one corner of 
the basement. She sat down on the smooth cool surface. It was black and firm 
like the snake. She lay back on it letting the smoothness caress her soft 
white body and then she felt the shadow of Mr. Bones fall across her. 

He straddled her breast and propped his semi-erect dick under her chin. He 
wagged it about, letting it prod her soft young body wherever it could. Then 
he poked the head of it inside her red lips. She parted her lips and licked 
the surface as he poked it into her. She wrapped her tongue around the head 
of it and drew it completely inside. He held her arms up over her head on 
the inclined back of the couch and rammed it into her passionately over and 
over again. 

Susie saw it jumping on her chest. Then it was between her lips as smooth as 
the snake and almost as long. She loved the way that it wriggled between her 
lips. First it seemed to want to withdraw and then suddenly it would charge 
forward again and she would capture it in between her lips. It almost became 
again. Finally he withdrew it and let it rest throbbingly on her chest. He 
smiled down at her and then bent his head to kiss her. He pressed his thick 
wet tongue inside her mouth. His breath smelled of some kind of mints and 
was overpowering. It had an effect on her like ether. 

He tasted her sweet lips and tried to inhale all her breath inside his own 
lungs. She was like some exotic flower that he had never sniffed before and 
he wanted to suck her petals in until they surrounded his nose. He pressed 
his tongue inside her meaningfully. She moved her head from side to side 
trying to escape him, but she couldn't, he still held her fast by the hands. 

Suddenly he rose off of her and she actually felt her lips being sucked out 
of her face. Finally, he released them with a loud smack that left her 
completely breathless. It was the deepest kiss she had ever experienced. She 
was completely at his mercy now. She felt limp in his arms as he turned her 
almost weightless body around on the divan. He positioned her so that her 
ass was propped up on the inclined part of the couch and her legs flapped 
helplessly over the sides. 

Now he straddled her again. He took his long penis in his hand and went down 
between her legs with it. Her legs were held to the sides of the couch by 
the pressure of his knees. She couldn't move at all as he pierced between 
her savory lips with his red truncheon. She could feel the pain passing 
through her whole body as he entered her tight twat. Then the pain subsided 
into pleasure as she began to cream around him and he probed himself into 
the feeling places. 

He came at her from a horizontal incline. Her cunt was held obligingly up in 
the air by the inclined back of the couch. He could poke right through until 
she had absorbed most of his length inside her juicy loins. Then, when he 
had only two more inches to go, he found himself jammed up against the back 
of her little cunt. He rammed into it again and again as if he couldn't 
believe that a child of her size wouldn't be half wet. But to no avail. 

He pressed over her whole body now. He pinned her hands to the foot of the 
couch with his own and leered down at her evilly. He had her completely in 
his power. She struggled against him as he bore into her, driving the sharp 
tip of his dick against the tender back of her passage. But the more she 
struggled, the harder he socked it into her. 

His eyes frightened her more than anything. He looked at her as if he wanted 
to consume her totally. Then with a final stab he sank down onto her breasts 
sinking his teeth into her neck, painfully. He floundered on top of her a 
few moments and then she felt his scalding hot gush of semen sweep inside 
her. His chest covered her with its slippery sweat. It occurred to her that 
he was slimier than the snake in his present condition. She couldn't help 
laughing under her breath. He was too exhausted, however, to ask her what 
amused her so much. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

One weekend Betty came by the French cottage and saw Micky playing out on 
the" veranda with Susie. She thought that they made a really cute couple and 
wanted to take them back to the house to show the other girls. The children 
were eager for the opportunity to get out of their parents' sight. They were 
getting a little bit bored with their own territory and didn't mind 
exploring some new ground. They were up for an adventure. 

Micky wore a sailor outfit of shorts and a white blouse with a blue outlined 
collar. Susie had on a white pinafore that her grandfather had insisted she 
put on that morning. Grandfather was getting a little big difficult lately. 
He was grumpy much of the time and didn't want Susie to go out and play. All 
he wanted to do was to sit on the porch in his rocking chair with her in his 
lap and feel her up. 

Susie didn't mind his attentions. It was just that she quickly grew 
restless. This morning he had made her sit outside with him for about an 
hour. He insisted that she dress 'like a girl.' He made her change out of 
her shorts and put on a frilly pinafore. Susie realized immediately when she 
sat on his lap that he liked it because it made her whole body very 
accessible. Her arms were bare as was her back and he could poke his fingers 
under the ruffled shoulder straps and down the starched bodice. 

Grandfather was content to just let his hand run up and down playfully over 
her chest. His knobby fingers would catch at her little rosette nipples and 
he would smile in amusement as he felt them pucker. His other hand had 
wandered up and down her chubby legs, tickling the little golden hairs on 
her calves and thighs. 

Then his fingers would travel up between her legs and under the elastic 
bands of her undies. He would probe between her little nether lips lodging 
one finger up her asshole and the other inside her twat. Then he would rock 
back and forth on his chair so that his fingers moved rhythmically inside 
her. She would begin to squirm uncomfortably and he would smile down on her 
blissfully. 

Occasionally he would lift his fingers to his nose to smell the sweet aroma 
of her pussy or the pungent odor of her ass. Then finally he had fallen 
asleep in his chair and she had climbed down and gone off to play with Micky 
who was waiting for her in his yard. 

Susie felt very moody this morning. She was tired of being taken advantage 
of by men. Everyone seemed to be making demands of her these days and she 
almost was sorry that she had ever begun this career of sexuality. Her whole 
body ached for more physical contact. She no longer felt she had that 
singularity of being, the innocent self-reliance, that had been part of her 
character when she had first come to Long Island. 

Her body longed for more and more satisfaction at the hands of others. She 
craved for sensuality like it was a drug that she had become addicted to. 
She found herself stretching her limbs uncomfortably and exercising her 
muscles as if waiting for the next episode to begin. She was perpetually 
aware of the way men looked at her. She noticed things in their faces that 
she had never seen before. There was always a certain lascivious smile that 
seemed to follow her when she sauntered down the beach in her little bikini. 
People's faces seemed to be distorted with their desires. Susie was always 
relieved when she looked in the mirror to find that her own features 
remained as young and fresh as they had always been. She cultivated an 
innocent look with which to ward off the insinuating glances of others. 

Betty was a friendly young woman with black hair and a long sinuous body. 
She had the pointiest tits Susie had ever seen. She always said hello to the 
children when she met them on the beach or on her walks past their cottages. 
There seemed to be a dark meaning to her every word, something lurking 
behind the simplest phrase. 

"Susie, you look like a little bride today. I must bring the two of you back 
to the house with me to show Mona. She's in love with Micky, you know. What 
a couple you make; it's too cute for words." 

She took Susie by the hand and had Micky run into the house to ask his 
father if it was all right for him to visit down the road for a while. She 
ogled Susie from her tall vantage point, admiring the child's clear skin and 
bright hair. There was something so fresh about the little girl that she 
couldn't keep her hands off her. She settled her bony fingers on the child's 
head and straightened the part in her hair with her long nails. 

Micky returned after a few moments and then started off for Betty's cottage. 
It wasn't a very long walk, but she slowed her usually fast pace to allow 
the children to keep up with her. When they reached the house she beckoned 
them inside and called out to her roommate. 

"Mona, look who I've brought to see you. I couldn't let them go without 
bringing them here first. Don't they look adorable?" 

Mona came out from the kitchen and beamed at them. Her big face was a wreath 
of smiles. She was a short, plump, good-natured type of person. She had 
always wanted children, but somehow had never been able to swing getting 
married. She immediately went down on her knees in front of Micky and 
scooped him between her legs, wrapping her arms around his thin body and 
giving him a big kiss on the cheek. 

"You're so sweet," she shrieked. "I'm sure I've quite fallen in love with 
you." 

The girls were very jovial and jubilant. They gave the children chocolate 
cake and milk to eat and played some rock music on the radio. They waited on 
the children as if they were little members of royalty and the children 
giggled and played at the table without the least big of self-consciousness. 

Susie got chocolate frosting all over her face. Betty helped her to clean it 
off in a strange way. She bent her head over the child's lifting the little 
face up to her own. Then she licked around the girl's lips like a cat might 
do to a kitten, and sucked the splotches of frosting into her own mouth. 
Susie could smell the exotic perfume in her hair. Strands of it fell across 
her face. It was soft and she could see from close up that it wasn't really 
black, but the darkest brown in color. 

"We're going to get dressed for the beach," Betty commented when they had 
finished eating. "Do you want to come upstairs with us? Or else you can stay 
down here and stay by yourselves." She was anxious to see the children 
respond. 

Betty wanted to watch their sweet, innocent faces when they saw her body 
naked, but she didn't want to force them into anything. She was aware that 
this type of experience could be traumatic to kids their age, and she had no 
intention of harming their psyches. The choice would have to be their own. 

Susie and Micky giggled in their seats. They knew what the women were about, 
though they didn't let on. 

"We'll come upstairs with you. I don't like being alone in a strange house." 
Susie told them. 

"What's the matter, don't you trust Micky?" Betty kidded her. 

"Oh, he can't do anything anyway. He's too young." 

"I can do plenty of things," Micky protested. 

"Of course you can, dear," Mona -said, putting her arm around him. "Come 
upstairs and you can show me. I'm game." 

The children followed the two women up to the second floor where the 
bedrooms were. They shared a room that had two double beds. Their bathing 
suits were laid out, ready to wear. Betty sat Susie down on her bed and 
began to undress herself. 

"Would you undo the zipper, please?" she asked the child. 

Sisie put her hand to the woman's neck and pulled the long mechanism open 
down her back. She noticed a pattern of curious freckles on Betty's back and 
she couldn't help running her hand across them to see if they felt like 
anything. 

"Oh, that tickles," Betty turned around to face the child. She lifted the 
black turtleneck off and stood before her in a black lace bra and her 
shorts. 

Susie admired her womanly body. She wondered when she herself would have 
full-blown tits like that. The breasts were cradled in the lacy half-cups of 
her French bra. They looked white and sultry against the dark material. 
Susie couldn't take her gaze off of them. She could see the red nipple flush 
against the transparent covering. Betty bent over to step out of her shorts 
and her breasts bobbed comfortably out of the cups, spilling over the rim of 
the bra. 

"You like my tits, don't you, Susie? Your poor little flat chest! But don't 
worry, you'll grow soon. Do you want me to take a look and tell you when 
you'll begin to develop?" 

Susie thought about this for a moment. She was curious as to whether she 
would ever grow up physically. Her mind seemed to be way ahead of her body. 
Since her mother had died there had been no one she could ask about such 
things. She decided that Betty would be as good a person as any to consult. 
She had fine equipment and would probably be a good judge of her own 
chances. 

Susie pulled the straps of her pinafore down over her arms, exposing her 
flat chest for the other's inspection. The rosette nipples puckered up and 
she gazed at the woman's face to see what she could read there. She saw lust 
and desire in her sharp, glittering eyes. Her mouth was wet and parted 
slightly. 

"Well, what do you think?" Will I ever grow up?" 

"I think you're lovely the way you are," she said, stooping down to fondle 
one rosette nipple in her hand. "But look at the way your little nips 
pucker. They're excited, aren't they? That's a sure sign that they'll begin 
to blossom soon. The more you exercise them, the bigger they'll grow. 
They'll reach out like antennae in order to feel more and more sensuality. 
Once they have been initiated, they can't help but yearn for more." 

Her words were hypnotizing to Susie as her nipples were rubbed around and 
around by Betty's long fingers. The woman finally pressed her lips to the 
protruding spots of pink and sucked one of them into her wet mouth. She 
revolved her tongue around the nipple over and over again until the child 
began to move uncomfortably in her arms. The slender body seemed to hold 
itself out for her to pluck like a rose. 

Susie could feel the passion welling up inside her. Her breast tickled, but 
she found herself pressing her hand into the woman's hair so that the lips 
moved harder against her breast. Betty took the central pimple of the tiny 
nipple between her teeth and pulled on it painfully. Susie removed her 
supporting hand and the child fell back across the bed, squirming with 
desire. 

"You liked that, didn't you?" she stated calmly. "I can give you more 
pleasure than that. I know lots of games. Would you like to learn one of 
them?" 

Susie looked up at the woman with wide, swimming eyes. She made no reply, 
but just lay back and waited for her fate to approach her. Her body ached 
more fervidly than ever for the contact of warm hands and wet lips. She was 
deeply curious as well how one woman would go about loving another. 

Betty removed her brassiere. Her tits hung down pendulously but curved 
upwards once again at the tips, ending in sharp points of nipple. She moved 
her nails irritatingly across the central pimples of her own breasts until 
they shriveled with desire. Then she removed her nylon panties displaying 
her black bush. She had thick curling hair that grew down the inside of her 
thighs like ivy up the wall of a house. 

She lay down beside Susie and undid the bow that surrounded her waist. She 
unbuttoned the pinafore and removed it down, over the child's plump legs. 
Then she began to rub her body up and down erotically against the child's 
plush limbs. She took Susie's head in her hands and led the girl's lips to 
one of her long breasts. 

Susie began to suckle excitedly. The tit was soft and warm and she clung to 
it with her little hands. She pushed the big, red nipple inside her mouth 
tenderly and lolled her tongue over the surface feeling the skin pucker 
inside her mouth. She began to bite on the central, protruding point and the 
woman groaned deep in her long throat and began massaging herself between 
the legs. 

The child began to enjoy playing with this woman's body. It was like a 
garden of delights presented to her with the specific purpose of letting her 
have her way among the various erotic apparatus. She picked Betty's tits up 
in her little hands and clung to both the nipples at once. She pulled them 
together until they formed one large bouquet and popped the whole thing 
between her lips. It was quite a mouthful and she bit and mouthed it 
voluptuously, letting her fingers sink into the soft flesh that remained 
without. 

"Oh, you do that real good. You know how to make a woman feel at home, you 
little lover. You sweetheart. Oh, I want to eat you. I want to give you 
pleasure, too," Betty remarked, beside herself with passion. 

She directed Susie to settle herself on top of her body. Then she drew the 
girl's legs up around her chin and sunk her mouth into the plush little 
pussy. There were no hairs to get in the way. The soft flesh was almost 
naked and open to her need. She parted the puffy lips with her long fingers 
and flicked the little flap of rosy clitoris back and forth with her 
manicured nails. The skin wiggled about under her finger and then she 
grasped it between her sharp nails and squeezed it until the child screamed 
out in pain. 

Betty began to laugh. Now she was really having fun. Susie's body bounced 
helplessly up and down in the woman's clutches, as her whole body shook with 
hilarity. Then she held the girl under her thighs and moved the little pussy 
on top of her mouth. Susie stretched her hands down to the woman's cunt so 
that she could return anymore pain in kind. 

Betty began to lap at the nether lips with her long, wet tongue. She probed 
it into all the cracks and crevices. When it was completely wet, she poked 
the talented tongue up the tight twat. 

She rooted herself inside it until Susie could feel it massaging deep down. 
She wiggled her little ass delightfully on top of the woman. Betty took her 
whole cunt inside her mouth and sucked and sucked until the child thought 
she would turn inside out. 

Susie dug her fingers inside Betty's hairy vagina. She pulled on the hairs 
until she reached the crack of the cunt. She drove her fingers down inside 
the mass of hair and moistness until she felt the large clitoris dangling 
within reach. She grabbed at it, with her whole hand, and messed her fingers 
around inside the large lips. It felt like playing in a mud puddle, it was 
so wet and mushy inside her big cunt. Her hand slipped into the hole which 
was wide open as the woman spread her legs apart. There was no hair there, 
just soft mucous flesh inside which her hand slipped easily. 

Betty stopped her sensuous licking and sucking momentarily, and reached her 
hand inside the drawer of the night table that stood beside the bed. She 
removed from its interior a long leather dildo, which she handed down to 
Susie. 

"See what you can do with that, my little friend." 

Susie observed the evil-looking object for several moments. It was about two 
inches in diameter and ten inches long. At one end it tapered into a handle 
that she could easily grasp. The other end was pointed and thickened into a 
head resembling that of the male member. But the most curious thing about 
the object was that it had hard nodules pimpling its surface. The leather 
covered these, but still they protruded sharply from the surface. 

She inserted the leather dildo between the woman's lips, rubbing it up and 
down as hard as she could. The friction that the rubbing created made the 
woman groan amorously and close her legs around the long, hard member. Then 
she opened them again and shouted instructions to Susie. 

"Oh, stick it in, stick it up hard and deep. Fuck me with it, you little 
bitch. Quite playing around down there and get to work." 

Susie obeyed. She stretched her hands down with the dildo grasped between 
both her hands. When she could feel it slipping around in the moist cunt, 
she stood it on its thick end and propelled it up inside the large cunt 
hole. It slipped up the first four inches of canal easily, then she began to 
push and pull on it hard until the woman was raising her thighs into the air 
and struggling to take it all in, which she finally succeeded in doing. 

Susie could feel Betty working her own tender, young pussy over. She had her 
long fingers inserted up the anal and vaginal apertures and was working them 
around with fantastic haste. She plunged and reamed, making the muscles open 
and take her deeper inside. The child had a nice warm, wet pussy and it 
smelled heavenly to her experienced nose. It was sweet and fresh as a field 
daisy. She diddled the little clitty with her free finger and watched the 
child's ass bounce delicately up and down in her sensitive breast. 

The child in the meantime was plunging the dildo deep inside the open twat. 
She pushed and pulled on it with all her might as she felt driven by the 
activity that was going on between her own legs. She could feel Betty's 
agile fingers twisting inside her. Then she gasped as she felt the thickness 
of two fingers pushed forcefully between her tight entry muscles. They 
closed around the fingers trying to expel them but the twirling, agitating 
digits only moved further inside. 

Susie felt amazingly full and agitated. Her cunt was overfilled, and her 
asshole was clogged with a sharp index finger, the nail of which kept 
scratching inside her. She moved her ass up and down, not knowing what kind 
of release she was seeking. She couldn't figure out whether she was trying 
to escape or be completely intertwined by the grasping hand. Finally, she 
began bouncing up and down dramatically, and out of control. The fingers 
were squeezing and scratching inside her tiny twat until she couldn't bear 
it any longer. Her muscles went loose and she expelled her sweet juices 
around the open and waiting hand of her mistress. The woman slipped the cute 
cunt over her mouth once again and sucked the honey down into her throat. 

When she was finished, she rolled Susie off of her body and asked the child 
to squat between her legs and finish the job that she had started. 

The child hopped down between the long, lanky thighs and tickled the hairs 
with her fingers. The lips of the large twat were streaming with juices. She 
grasped the swollen flaps of skin in her small child's hands and twisted 
them around. Once again, she thought of mud pies. Then she took her leather 
weapon and probed it between the woman's large lips and into the ample hole. 
Betty had lifted her knees up in readiness so that Susie could clearly see 
her target before her. 

She plunged the leather dildo into the dripping hole, and it sunk all the 
way in on the first try. She left it inside and began twisting it around so 
that the nodules would press irritatingly into the walls of Betty's tender 
canal. She appreciated the movement and began to moan again and twist her 
thighs around the member voluptuously. Now Susie removed it until just the 
head remained clinging inside the entrance. The length of it was gleaming 
with black wetness. She pumped it inside the waiting thighs once again, and 
twisted it around some more. 

She was enjoying herself. It was almost like digging in the earth. She 
squatted inside the woman's amorous thighs and dug in again and again with 
pleasure. She could hear the whoosh of the dildo as it went in and the 
sucking sound when she pulled it free. Finally, she began digging it in 
furiously, again and again, until a sweat broke out on her youthful brow. 
She worked it inside with all her strength and finally she felt Betty's 
passion break. She came with a loud shriek of pleasure and clung to the 
dildo passionately, so that Susie could no longer disengage it. It slipped 
from her grasp as the woman rolled over and over on the bed, twisting her 
legs around the dildo and creaming. 

Susie smiled and began to giggle at the big body writhing around on the bed. 
It was all somehow so comical, but she felt herself powerful in her ability 
to make this adult croon and wiggle with passion. 

Mona had not been idle this time. She and Mickey had watched the other 
couple's amorous interplay for some time. But finally, their noises and 
motions had begun to tell on Mona. She stripped herself of her clothing 
quickly and began to parade her ample wares' around in front of Mickey. 

"Do you like me, child?" she asked the little boy seriously. "Do . you find 
my body attractive? Do you want to touch me?" 

Mickey could not help but be polite. He answered affirmatively to these 
questions, and Mona came to rest between his knees, where she began to pull 
at his fly. He could not help feeling sorry for her. She was really a very 
kind person and had taken him swimming many times at the beach. His father 
would frequently pinch her large ass and she would get very flustered at 
these attentions. He couldn't help feeling sorry for her. 

She took his little pecker out from the folds of the zipper and poked it 
into her large, wet mouth. She sucked on its wrinkled length for many 
minutes without results. Then she took all his genitalia inside her large 
mouth. She weighed the balls on top of her tongue and was only slightly 
disappointed that he did not respond. 

She hadn't really expected him to be able to fuck her. He was too young, but 
this was part of her attraction to him. He couldn't pose any threat to her. 
If he had power over her, it would be she who gave it to him. 

She reached under her mattress and produced a little whip. It had a short 
handle but many lashes that hung down tipped with metal. She thrust this 
weapon into his hand and asked him to play with it over her body. 

She told him he could hit her as hard as he wanted and anywhere he wanted 
to. She lay prone on the bed and waited for his attentions. 

He mounted on top of her waist and sat for awhile gazing at her wallowy tits 
which spread across her chest. She had very pale nipples that were unusually 
large and immediately caught his attention. He began to flail at her nipples 
with his little whip. She clung to the sides of the mattress and held 
herself still for the punishment. 

He snapped the little weapon over his head several times, feeling like 
Zorro. Then he brought the lash down across her breasts again and again. He 
didn't have all that much strength in his little arms. But what he lacked he 
made up for with the fury and swiftness with which he brought it down on her 
bulging breasts. She moaned deep down in her throat but urged him on with 
sweet words. 

Her pink nipples grew redder and redder with every lash of the whip. Long 
red lines began to appear over the white bulges of flesh. Her nipples 
puckered and smoothed alternatively showing their excitement. But soon 
Mickey began to slow down as he grew bored quickly with a single occupation 
like any young child. 

"Go play between my legs, dear," she advised him. 

Mickey obediently crawled down over her large body, and she spread her legs 
apart so that he could sit between them. Her pussy lips were exposed through 
the thin pubic hair that covered them sparsely. He began to slap at them 
with his little lash watching their color change from pale white to an 
irritated red. Sometimes the leather thongs would wrap around the hairs and 
he would have to jerk his wrist hard to disengage them. The little brown 
curls would come out by the roots, and Mona would pant and wince with pain. 

Finally, she reached down with her plump hands and thrust her lips apart 
with her own stout fingers. Mickey could see the tongue of clitoris 
wriggling inside like a panting tongue. He took careful aim and landed his 
blows expertly inside the crack. He lashed at the clitty and the lips again 
and again with great effort and exactitude. This was a smaller target and he 
had to concentrate hard. 

The tender flesh began to swell. The hole bulged open and the lash began to 
draw blood which dribbled sensuously down the loving crack. Then suddenly 
her hole began to spout its creamy liquid which mixed delightfully with the 
come. He stopped his lashing to watch it drip down. 

Mona lifted her fat ass from the bed, and moaned voluptuously as she came. 
It sounded like the howls of some animal mating in the forest. The other 
couple looked up from their bed of love to see what had happened to make her 
sound off so. They saw little Mickey with the whip in his hand. Somehow, he 
still managed to look innocent and benign as he posed between her stout 
thighs. 

After their little orgy, the two women dressed the children and brought them 
back home again. They told them to come again if they liked the company and 
promised to have plenty of chocolate cake on hand. They gave each of the 
children a quarter not to tell anyone what had happened. From past 
experience they knew that children liked to keep secrets from their parents. 

Susie was dazed when Betty returned her to her grandfather's house. She went 
in through the screen door, letting it crash behind her. Her grandfather 
appeared immediately from his bedroom and saw the woman leaving his porch. 

"You don't look well, my child. Has that slut been doing anything to you? 
Come now, tell your grandfather. You'll end up like your mother yet, you 
mischievous child." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Susie didn't like her grandfather always harping on how she was "just like 
her mother." Had her mother been a lesbian? That was possible, she supposed. 
She had belonged to many women's organizations, but there was nothing very 
unusual about thit. She decided that quite possibly her grandfather didn't 
know what he was talking about. He might very well have made up the 
accusation just to taunt and frighten her. 

Even if her mother had been a lesbian, what was the harm in that? She 
herself had just indulged in her first lesbian experience and it had been 
quite satisfactory. There was a certain bond that could develop between two 
women which was bound to make a man jealous. She could see her grandfather 
as the type of intolerant person who would harbor a grudge against a person 
for withholding her love. He was a terribly demanding person, unlike her own 
father. 

She thought about Brent for almost the first time since she had left home. 
Suddenly, she was lonely for his comforting arms and the smell of his 
aftershave lotion when she kissed his neck. She was tired of the beach and 
of her grandfather. 

The next day, Susie took a walk in a direction she had never traveled in 
before. She wanted to escape from her grandfather and his nagging. She 
didn't care if her absence would worry him. She just wanted to get away and 
be alone with her secret thoughts for awhile. 

Eventually, she came to the main road that led into town and back to the 
railroad station. She started to walk along it with half a notion that she 
would be able to walk the distance home if she wanted to badly enough. 

Before she had gone very far, a car pulled up behind her and a fellow hung 
out the window asking her if she wanted a ride. She turned around and looked 
into the familiar face of Nick. She smiled at him graciously and he opened 
the door for her. She climbed in beside him. 

"It's my day off," he said. "I was just going for a ride, but I'm sure you 
wouldn't mind some company. You feel like coming along?" 

"Sure," she said as he started the car up again. "How far is it to New 
York?" 

"Oh, about ninety miles. That's where you're from, isn't it?" 

"Yeah. If you'd drive me there, I could show you where I live. It's a big 
tall building on the East Side, and we have a terrace and a doorman." 

"Why do you want to go home? Don't you like it at the beach?" 

"My grandfather's bugging me, and I was thinking that it would be nice to go 
home." 

Nick strung her along on the idea that he might consider driving her into 
the city. Actually, his mind was working along another track. He suddenly 
had the idea of running away with her. He could take her far off and they 
could be alone together for a long time. He had just gotten paid, so he had 
enough cash to go on a vacation. 

He looked at her long blonde hair and was reminded of his sister. He felt 
sorry for her. Her grandfather wasn't caring for her properly. His parents 
hadn't taken care of his little sister properly, either. Pathos clouded his 
features momentarily, as he considered Susie's plight. He would be doing her 
a big favor by helping her to run away. 

They sped along the highway for awhile and Nick played the radio loudly to 
calm his nerves. Every now and then he'd glance down at the little girl 
beside him, as proud as any guy on a date with a pretty girl. Her arms were 
suntanned, and the little blonde hairs bristled noticeably like golden 
adornments. Her little nipples stuck out alluringly from the yellow strip of 
her polo shirt. 

"I'm hungry," she suddenly decided out loud. 

"Okay. Let's stop and pick up some groceries and have a picnic. Would you 
like that? My sister and I used to go to a lot of picnics together. We used 
to be able to forget about the whole world that way. We'd just get lost in 
the woods for the day and not care if we ever found our way home again. But 
somehow, we always did." He heaved a meaningful sigh. 

They pulled into a grocery store at the next town they passed through. He 
purchased some rolls and bologna and soda. Then they drove off again. He 
pulled off on a side road that turned away from the coast. He was heading 
for an old mansion whose grounds had been turned into a public park. Very 
few people seemed to know about the place, and it was always deserted when 
he visited. ft would be the perfect place to have a picnic. 

Susie was enjoying the ride. She liked to go fast. It excited her whole body 
when he turned fast comers. She would slide across the whole front seat and 
bump up against him just for the fun. He never seemed to mind what she did. 
He wasn't like the other grownups. He never scolded her nor told her to stop 
acting wild like her grandfather always did. 

Nick pulled into the parking lot behind the mansion. He took her by the hand 
and carried the lunch bag in the crook of the other arm. He was a large man 
and towered over her petite figure. He held her little hand grasped too 
tightly in his own, as if he feared she might slip away. There was something 
strange about his interest in her, she realized, but nonetheless, she was 
flattered that he preferred her to older girls. 

He led her on a path through the forest. The trees were green and fragrant 
and smelled peculiarly fresh after weeks in the pungent sea air. She gazed 
up around her with delight. The trees were almost as tall as the buildings 
that she longed to see back home. They were somehow comforting though 
unfamiliar. 

They came to a grassy knoll and he suggested that this was a good place to 
have lunch. He sat down beside her and made her a sandwich, and then one for 
himself. She munched on it, and then threw some crumbs to the birds who 
pecked away at the ground a short distance from them. 

"I really feel free out here," he said, stretching his arms and leaning back 
against them on the ground. "I feel like a young, healthy animal. I wouldn't 
care if I never saw another human being again. All I need is you." He 
glanced at her and smiled. 

She smiled back. She didn't know exactly what he meant by this pretty 
speech. She liked it well enough in the woods, but she had no intention of 
remaining there with him indefinitely. 

"It smells nice here. And I like the birds. Listen to them sing. That's so 
nice, it makes me feel like going to sleep." She lay down on her side and 
closed her eyes. 

She felt his hand whisking gently over her leg. He rubbed the back of his 
hand over the soft blonde hairs again and again. He couldn't help thinking 
of her as a soft little beast, a rabbit or something. He moved closer to her 
and began to cuddle. 

She smelled the odor of sweat that exuded from his limbs. It was not 
unpleasant, but it did smell strong and it blotted out the scent of the 
trees and the sweet grass. She felt his animal presence next to her, big and 
hulking. Somehow it threatened her peace of mind and made her ears alert as 
her eyes were buried in her arm. She heard him breathing heavily next to 
her. His whole body seemed to vibrate with emotion. 

"Do you remember the last time?" he whispered in her ear, "out on the raft? 
Did you like it? I've been thinking about you a lot. I've been waiting for 
the chance to fuck you again." 

The word sounded like a harsh thud in her ear. She felt limp and 
desire-less. She would have much preferred to go to sleep but he was there 
beside her. His lips nuzzled her hair and he rolled over her forcefully. She 
looked into his passionate eyes and suddenly, she was scared. There seemed 
to be something bestial lurking behind the human face. She was almost afraid 
that he was going to eat her rather than rape her. 

Susie rolled away from him, but he quickly reached his long, hair arm out 
after her. He grabbed at her shirt, and it ripped under the arm. She looked 
at him with fear in her eyes, but he didn't seem to notice or care. She 
clutched the shirt back from his grasp and scrambled to her feet in a hurry. 
She started to run toward the trees hoping to find a place to hide. 

He was not worried about losing her. He clambered slowly up and started 
after her. He could hear her rustling through the bushes just ahead of him. 
She was trying frantically to get away, but the bushes caught at her 
clothing and prevented her from moving too quickly. She could hear his heavy 
breathing close behind her. 

Finally, she reached a clearing. She fled across it, and rested behind a big 
oak tree, hoping that perhaps he would pass her by. He lifted his nose in 
the air and seemed to smell her out. He moved slowly toward her hiding 
place, as if some instinct more perceptive than any of the five senses told 
him where she was. 

Suddenly, a hand reached around the tree and grasped her wrist. She tried to 
shake herself loose, but it was no use. He followed his hand around and 
seized her flailing body in both his arms. He lay her down on the ground and 
sat on her stomach with her hands held under his heavy knees. She couldn't 
move. She was his prisoner now. 

He lifted her polo shirt off her chest, which throbbed violently with fear. 
He pressed his calloused fingers against the bulging nipples which protruded 
from her breasts like dark, ripe cherries. He rubbed them abrasively, back 
and forth, enjoying the way they tensed under the pressure of his fingers. 
Then he bent his mouth to them, one after the other, and sucked them between 
his hard lips. Susie whined piteously as he bit and abused her little 
rosettes of passion. His lips were chapped from the sun and felt rough 
against her tender skin. His teeth bit into her with passion until she 
thought that he would certainly draw blood. She began to yell out in pain, 
hoping that someone might hear her and come to the rescue, but the wood was 
serene except for the chirping of the birds. 

He pressed his mouth against hers as she opened it to scream again and stuck 
his thick tongue deep inside her mouth. He choked the scream in her throat 
and she tossed her head from side to side trying to free herself from his 
suffocating kiss. He enjoyed the way she struggled beneath him and just 
wriggled his tongue inside her sweet, wet mouth. It was more fun for him if 
she kept trying to escape. It was all part of the game. He was like a lion 
playing with his prey before he ate it. 

Nick could feel his weapon heaving against the tight crotch of his blue 
jeans. He undid his fly now, and let his large member hang out. It lolled 
from his fly like a huge red tongue and crawled menacingly across her belly. 
She looked down on his penis as if it were a snake about to bite. She gazed 
on the male member for the first time with horror. She didn't like his 
strong man tactics at all. She preferred it when someone was gentle and kind 
to her. Her other lovers had always sweet-talked her into seduction. His 
animal ways only frightened her. 

The woods seemed dark and unfriendly now. The atmosphere was altogether too 
lonely and wild for her tastes. She was suddenly sorry to have abandoned the 
crowded beach and her friends. Nick's face seemed to have changed from the 
benevolent, smiling face of the lifeguard to a mask of deranged passion. 

He rose up from her body now. He stood over her and lowered his pants. She 
would have to crawl from between his legs now in order to escape and she 
knew she wouldn't have a chance. She lay prone and motionless on the ground 
before him awaiting her fate with wide frightened blue eyes. 

He stepped out of his jeans and threw his shirt on the ground nearby. His 
chest bristled with hairs and his thighs were covered with hairs as well. 
She had never known a man to look so much like an animal. Then he pulled her 
into a sitting position, and ripped her shirt off over her head. Her hair 
tousled down around her shoulders. His face softened suddenly, as he finally 
noticed that she was frightened. 

"There now, don't look so sad. It will be just as nice as the last time. 
There's nothing to be afraid of. Here, let me take off your pants and lick 
you. That will relax you." 

He unzipped the side of her shorts and pulled them down gently from her 
thighs along with her underpants. Then she was naked before him. He knelt 
between her chubby little legs and stuck his ass in the air with his head 
close to the ground and her sweet pussy. He shoved his hands under her round 
white ass and picked her up like a bowl of cream, in both hands. Then he 
dipped his tongue into her honey pot and began to eat hungrily. 

He licked between her lips delicately and nuzzled her little clit this way 
and that until she began to wiggle on his hands. Then he shoved his tongue 
deep inside her and began reaming and sucking as if he hadn't eaten 
breakfast. He could feel his dick wagging between his thighs as he ate 
voraciously of her foaming cunt. It nudged him continually, telling him that 
it was ready to go anytime he was. 

Finally, he sat back from his meal and admired her prone body before him. 
The glorious golden hair spread out in the grass like an angelic halo. The 
rosette nipples adorning her pure white breast looked like fruit. The little 
hairs that were just beginning to sprout on her mound of Venus like thin, 
newly-seeded grass twinkled in the sun. She was so charming, so beautiful, 
so like his sister that his heart was filled with love, and his loins with 
passion for her. 

He lifted her body once again in his hands and drew her legs around his 
thighs until his dick was level with her cunt. He rested her legs on his 
own, and pried her lips apart with his fingers. They slipped from his thick 
fingers as they were slimy with wetness. Finally, he managed to find her 
little hole and prop the point of his prick against it. He grabbed hold of 
her buttocks once again, and moved her up onto him. 

She accepted him slowly. She was as tight as he had remembered, and he had 
to pull hard to get her to take him all the way. The veins of his dick 
throbbed with the pressure of her tight muscles and he closed his eyes as he 
drew her onto his weapon. Once he got inside, he lifted her legs until her 
feet rested behind his shoulders and drove himself down on top of her. He 
had his hands on the ground near her waist and propelled himself in and out 
of her by doing an exercise that looked vaguely like pushups. 

Susie felt herself pinned to the ground, crucified by one enormous nail 
driven into her tender trap. Her feet were suspended up against his 
shoulders and she found that she couldn't move her body at all. She gripped 
the ground and the grass in her small white palms, as this helped her to put 
up with the pain. Then she felt herself moistening inside, and he began to 
slip in and out from between her thighs with less of a struggle. She raised 
her hands to his thick red dick and dug her sharp little nails into the 
flesh. This only drove him to further violence. It acted like a spur to his 
passion, and he drove his weapon into her harder than ever. 

She grunted as she felt it. 

She felt his balls flapping madly against her ass as he cleaved her again 
and again. His coarse pubic hairs irritated the tender naked lips as they 
rubbed against them when he sunk in to the hilt. Finally, he was on top of 
her with his prick deep inside her twat writhing and wriggling all over her 
body. He was like a panting, humping, wild animal and he slobbered all over 
her chest as he moved his thick dick inside her and shot his load. He came 
in three separate spurts that washed the inside of her cunt with hot liquid. 
She felt herself taking it in, and him swimming around inside her. She was 
disgusted, but there was nothing she could do except try to continue to 
breathe with the hulking body on top of her small, frail body. 

Finally, he rolled off into the dirt. The grass and the earth clung to his 
sweating skin. His hairy body glistened all over with perspiration. She was 
covered with his sweat as well, and his loving emission streamed from her 
cunt like heavy cream. She lay there like she were dead and hoped that he 
would forget about her existence. His face was turned away from her so she 
couldn't see or guess what he was thinking. She just watched his heaving 
subside into an even breathing. 

After ten or fifteen minutes, she gained enough courage to get up. She moved 
as quietly and stealthily as a mouse in the presence of a sleeping cat. She 
walked around him and found him to be slumbering peacefully. She dressed 
quickly and prepared to make her getaway. 

She followed the path that they had come on back to the parking lot and then 
walked quickly down the long road until she found another similarly paved 
junction where she turned off. She was afraid that when he awoke, he would 
follow the same route they had taken looking for her. Since she didn't know 
where she was anyhow, it didn't matter to her which road she took, or what 
direction she went in. 

She walked for a long time and thought about hitchhiking, but there was no 
traffic at all. Finally she arrived at a deserted gas station. She got 
herself a drink of water from an outside spigot. She walked around the whole 
building and found that the door to the garage was open. Ft was late 
afternoon by now, and she was deathly tired. She lay down on some dirty 
canvas, and fell immediately to sleep. It had been a long, tiring day. 

It was very early the next morning when she was awakened by voices. There 
were two men poking around outside. They seemed to be prowling around 
looking for junk. She kept hearing them say, "Here's a tire that looks in 
pretty fair shape," or "would you take a look at that old fender. Looks like 
it was taken off a Model T Ford." She had decided to make her presence 
known. Perhaps these strangers would take her to New York. 

She stepped from the garage, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She 
approached a young man and waited for him to look up from his investigations 
and notice her. 

"Hey, where'd you come from?" he asked, when he finally saw her. 

"I got lost, and slept in that old garage last night. Would you take me 
home, please?" 

"Hey, Andy, would you look what I found?" Another similarly dressed young 
man, wearing blue jeans, came round from the back of the building. 

"Well, well," he said, beaming her a big smile, "She's not half bad. How'd 
you like to come for a ride in our car, sweetie?" 

"Would you take me home, please?" Susie persisted. 

"Sure, sure, we'll take you home," Andy replied mockingly, but she had no 
real choice except to follow them into their car. 

They drove down the road for awhile. She sat in the back, and they whispered 
furtively to one another, punctuating their conversation now and again with 
a loud guffaw. She heard things like "jail bait," and "virgin." And then 
they finally seemed to decide on a course of action and pulled off the road 
into a grove. "Larry, you can have her first. I think I changed my mind. 
I'll just watch." 

"You coward, I shouldn't let you even watch. Just see that you don't fink on 
me, that's all." 

Larry jumped over the seat and landed next to her in the back. He unhitched 
his jeans and then stuck his hand down her pants. She wriggled around on his 
fingers. 

"Will you take me home, please?" 

"Later, kid. Just cooperate and we'll take you wherever you want to go." She 
didn't seem to have much confidence in him, but she seemed to have little 
choice. 

He told her to take off her shorts and her shirt and watched her undress 
with anxious eyes. 

"Cute, ain't she?" He noted this, and mentioned it to his companion. "Look 
at those pert little boobies. Clean little cunt, too. I'd rather have her 
than your old whore. She's better than Bessie any day." He began to massage 
his member between his legs. Pretty soon it stuck up as straight as a 
flagpole and he hoisted her on top of his lap. 

Her knees rested on the seat on either side of him. He pushed her down onto 
his member slowly and she watched his face light up with pleasure as he felt 
the tightness of her little pussy surrounding him. He pressed her close to 
his chest and began kissing her with his thick, wet lips. He slobbered on 
her mouth hungrily and pushed his tongue inside her pursed lips. He wriggled 
his tongue deep down in her throat until she was gasping for breath and he 
laughingly thrust her from him. She fell backwards against the front seat. 

She was still attached to his dick like a doughnut on a stick, but she was 
off balance, and his member wrenched inside her painfully. He began to tweak 
her little red nipples between his knobby fingers. She was disgusted by the 
grime she could see beneath his fingernails. 

"That's real good," he said. "I like that." He pinched her nipples between 
his hard knuckles just to make her move on top of him. 

Then he grabbed her under the armpits and began lifting her up and down on 
top of him. She could feel his dick thicken and lengthen painfully inside 
her as he agitated her body on top of it. It seemed to grow like a weed and 
she didn't know how much more of it she could encompass without bursting 
wide open. He worked her up and down until her limbs were limp in his grip. 
He moved her back and forth, from side to side, and in any direction he 
could think of without caring how much he was hurting her with his huge, 
horse-like distended cock. 

He began to hop up and down on the seat, bouncing her on and off him like a 
bronco. Finally, he shot his load deep inside her. His tongue lolled out of 
his mouth, and she felt his dick wither inside her with relief. 

"You should try her, Andy. You're really missing something sweet. She's as 
tight as a glove. Nothing like a sweet little miss from nowheres. You know, 
they'll never be able to find us even if they do track her down." 

"How's her asshole?" 

"How should I know? Corn-holing is for farmers." 

"Well, I might give it a try. You don't get 

VD from a bunghole, you know. Pass her on up to me." 

Larry lifted Susie up by the waist and hoisted her over the front seat. He 
laid her across his lap and paddled her ass a few times with his hand. 

"Nice, very nice," he said admiring the clear white flesh. "Not a pimple on 
it. I wouldn't mind giving it a try." 

"Please, mister, that'll really hurt. Do anything else but don't fuck me in 
the ass." She pleaded with him. The tears began to gather in her eyes and 
rolled softly down her cheeks but he showed no signs of compassion. He just 
slapped her hard across her creamy cheeks and ordered her to shut up if she 
didn't want to get whipped with his belt. 

He slapped her ass over and over again. He loved to watch the white cheeks 
shiver and shake under his hands. Soon they were pink from the contact of 
his hard, calloused hand. 

Then he reached into the glove compartment and came out with a bottle of 
vaseline. He rested it on the small of her back and unscrewed the cap. He 
took a big gob of it on his middle finger, and parted her cheeks with his 
other hand. He thrust it deep inside her anus with one sweeping move. 

She jumped forward on his lap, and he laughed. He wiggled the finger inside 
her and she moaned. Then he withdrew it and smelled his finger, wiping it 
under his nose. He went back for a second feel. He held her in his hand and 
thrust one finger up her sopping wet cunt and the other into her anus. He 
lifted her off his lap in this fashion, and she squirmed to get free. She 
could hear Larry giggling in the back seat. 

Andy slid out from under her, and slipped out of his jeans. He laid her 
across the front seat and knelt between her legs with his cock in his hands. 
He rapped it hard against her blushing buttocks until he had enforced an 
erection. She was afraid to look over her shoulder and see how big it was. 

He pried her cheeks apart forcefully with his hands. She felt as if he were 
trying to rip her in two. He planted his red rod in her little pink hole. He 
grasped her around the leg, thrusting his hand up her cunt once again. Then 
he lifted her and thrust down at the same time. He sunk in an inch or two as 
she screamed out in pain. 

She grasped the handle of the door in an effort to pull herself forward, but 
he just followed her until there was no more room between her and the door. 
He leaped against her asshole like a battering ram. Her knees were thrust up 
underneath her now, and her ass was held high in the air as she sought a 
more comfortable position. He took her slender hips in both his hands and 
pulled her back onto him as he pushed forward and knocked her head roughly 
up against the door. 

He was inside her as far "as he could go. She was so tight around him that 
he knew he wouldn't be able to stand the pressure and the excitement for 
long. He began to move it in and out of her wildly, trying to keep himself 
from coming as long as possible. It wasn't very often that he got the 
pleasure of corking the back entrance and he wanted to enjoy himself 
thoroughly while he had the opportunity. 

He began whacking it into her again and again. She was extremely tight, and 
he found that he had more freedom of movement if he held her cheeks wide 
apart. He pried her buttocks in different directions and began pulling out 
and pushing back and not caring how much she screamed. 

Susie thought she was going to pass out. She hardly cared when her head was 
knocked up against the door as it took her thoughts away from the pain in 
her ass for a moment. She felt like a red hot poker were being driven up 
inside her. The pain was excruciating and the tears streamed down her cheeks 
freely. 

He was moving inside her passionately now. She could hear him panting and 
groaning above her. His nails dug into the flesh of her crack as he thrust 
and pulled until finally he exploded inside her. She felt him release his 
load and it gushed up into her bowels, giving her the most powerful desire 
to shit that she had ever felt. 

She gathered all her strength and tightened every muscle in her body and 
pushed. She felt him disengage himself from her body, followed by a loud 
fart and a gush of steaming diarrhea. 

Larry went wild with laughter in the back seat. He was jumping up and down 
making the seats jiggle. He was laughing so hard he made the whole car 
shake. She looked over her shoulder and could see Andy sitting in a puddle 
of shit. 

"You dirty bitch," he finally managed to scream. Then he bent over her prone 
body, and opened the door next to her. She felt the heel of his boot on her 
ass as he expelled her from the car. She did a somersault onto the ground. 
Then her clothes were thrust out the back window and the car took off 
unceremoniously. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Susie's grandfather had become aware of her absence at lunchtime. He 
searched the neighborhood and the beach with the help of Mr. Bones and his 
family. They couldn't find any trace of her. Finally, he alerted the police. 

The policeman who had rescued Susie from the clutches of the pervert heard 
the bulletin for the missing child. He informed his captain that it was the 
same little girl as the last time, saying that she was quite capable of 
running away for fun, probably with some guy. They had a good laugh together 
over the promiscuity of today's adolescents. The captain radioed a 
description of the child and her personality to various precincts and cars 
in the area. 

"Susie. Age fourteen. Hair, blonde. Height, four feet ten inches. 
Distinguishing marks, birthmark over the right nipple." The patrol cars were 
amused by this last detail. It wasn't long before most of them were out 
looking for her. Her infamous reputation spread quickly through the ranks of 
the force. Grandfather also called Brent in New York. He didn't like to have 
the burden of worrying weighing solely on his own aged shoulders. He yelled 
at Brent for bringing up the child in such a manner that she had turned from 
sweet innocence to wild adolescence without a moment's notice. Brent ignored 
his ravings and set out for Lond Island to conduct the search for his 
beloved daughter himself. 

He could not keep from thinking that she had been kidnapped and raped. He 
conjured up the goriest details with which to decorate the naked truth. He 
decided to himself that they would find her small, nude body battered and 
bloody. That is how they had found his wife one morning in Central Park. He 
thought that this time he would go mad if they found her dead. 

He blamed himself for leading her to sensuality. He was certain that her 
downfall was the outcome of his own sexual longings which her childish 
psyche had been sensitive to all along. Perhaps if he had been more of a 
father to her, and less of a lover, this would never have happened, if he 
got her back again, safe and sound, he would make it up to her. 

He thought about her beautiful blonde hair and innocent blue eyes. But 
foremost in his mind was the image of her naked body. He could see the 
scratches torn into her round white buttocks by cruel briars. The gashes had 
been ripped into her soft flesh with thorns. Her limp arms would be twisted 
into an inhuman position about her thin body. A ring of hickies would cover 
her neck and trace a path to her tender child's nipples. He couldn't get the 
picture from before his eyes once he had thought it up. It haunted him. 

Meanwhile, Susie was walking down the country road once again. She had put 
on her shirts and her polo shirt, which were torn and dirty now. Her hair 
was disheveled and knotted but she looked none the worse for wear and tear. 
Her sandals shuffled down the long empty road and she would stop sometimes 
to remove a pebble from under her heel. Her features were serenely composed 
as she thought of what she would do the next time she met somebody. 

Susie was actually almost enjoying being on her own. She had breakfasted on 
an apple in an orchard, and thought that it would be easy to subsist in the 
wild until someone found her. After her experiences with the last few 
specimens of humanity, she had run across, she wasn't sure that she wouldn't 
be better off walking all the way back home. She decided that the next time 
somebody accosted her with bad intent, she would fight them tooth and nail. 
She was tired of being taken advantage of just because she was small and 
weak and a child. Next time she would protect her own integrity as best she 
could. 

Once in awhile, a car would come down the road and she would dash into the 
bushes. She wanted to see if the driver were male or female. She decided 
that she wouldn't take her chances with a man again. She would wait until a 
woman drove past before she would expose herself to a stranger's mercy. 

The sun beat down on her white skin, baking it and drying it. But somehow 
she knew that she would have enough strength to make it through the ordeal 
that was before her. She felt hearty and self-sufficient, despite her 
loneliness. She was proud of the way in which she was learning to handle a 
completely alien situation. She had never been left alone for so long in her 
whole life. 

In the distance, through the dust of the road, she could see a car 
approaching slowly. She had plenty of time to dodge it in the bushes, until 
she could distinguish the people inside. She had a vague hope that it would 
be someone she knew. She kept wondering how many more times she would have 
to submit her body to a stranger's lust before she would reach the arms of 
her dear father once again. 

Her heart leaped passionately inside her white breast, when she recognized 
the green and white design that distinguished a police car. She jumped out 
in front of it and flagged it to a stop, waving her thin arms frantically 
about her head. The car drew up beside her and the driver poked his head out 
the window. 

"Your name wouldn't be Susie, would it?" he asked, pushing his peaked cap 
back from his forehead. 

"Yes, I'm Susie, and you've found me at last. Now, you'll take me to my 
daddy, won't you?" 

"Sure kid. Soon enough." 

The car pulled off to the side of the road and the two cops got out to 
inspect her. It was obvious that she was the child that they had been 
searching for, but they took the responsibility of making certain upon 
themselves. 

"Greg, lift the kid's shirt and see if we can find that birthmark they told 
us to look for," the black cop instructed his companion. 

The redheaded cop pulled her back against him and lifted her shirt up over 
her face so they could inspect her chest. "Yep, there's that beauty mark all 
right," he said, fondling her white tit. "She's cute, ain't she?" 

Bill bent over her and observed her clinically. "Not bad for a 
fourteen-year-old. Look at those nipples bug out. Don't they look 
surprised?" He chuckled and lowered her shirt once again. "I bet you're 
happy to see us." 

Susie smiled up at him sweetly. 

"How's about giving me a little kiss to show me how much you appreciate us 
finding you." Bill's black face showed a white grin. 

Susie suddenly realized how far she still was from going home. Her body 
ached as she watched the gleam in their eyes as they looked her up and down. 
She broke loose from Greg's hand which was resting on rather than holding 
her shoulder, and began to dash desperately down the road. 

Greg was quick to act. He couldn't see chasing her in the hot sun. He 
whipped out his billy club and threw it after her. It sailed through the air 
and landed accurately between her knees. She tripped over it, and landed 
sprawling on the ground. She began to cry and beat her little fist against 
the ground in frustration. At first, Greg laughed. Then he ambled down the 
road in her direction. 

He picked her up by her arm and stood her on her feet again. He began to 
brush the dirt and dust from her clothing, taking great pleasure in whacking 
her little, round ass. 

"Now, sweetheart, don't try to run away again. Where do you think you're 
gonna go anyway?" Greg had a large lascivious smile on his ugly, pock-marked 
face. "You like policemen, remember? Remember that cop who picked you up on 
the beach? You treated him real nice when he found you. That's all we want. 
Just treat us as nice as you did him, and we'll take you home, I promise." 

Susie hardly heard him. She was sobbing loudly. Greg finally decided that 
there was no point in trying to reason with her. He just picked her up in 
his strong arms and carried her back to the car. Her head hung heavily on 
his shoulder, and she found herself clutching his thick red neck. The world 
was spinning before her eyes, and she had to have something to hold onto. 

"What are we gonna do with her now?" Greg asked his partner over his little 
bundle. 

"I don't know about you, but I'm gonna take her to task myself," He 
scratched his crotch meaningfully. "Give her over here, and I'll stop her 
yammering." 

Greg handed his light bundle over. Bill shook her by the shoulders. She 
dangled from his large black hands and looked through tear-filled eyes at 
his menacing face. She stopped bawling almost instantly. Then he placed her 
on the ground in front of him. 

"I'll give you something to cry about. You been a bad girl and you deserve 
to be punished right and proper. I think I'm just the man to do it." He 
opened the back door, and sat down sideways on the seat with his feet on the 
road. He pulled her after him and settled her across his knees on her 
stomach. Then he pulled down her shorts so that her round ass stuck up 
alluringly. He began to smack his hard black hand across it. 

He didn't hit her too hard, and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of 
crying now anyway. He let his hand fall loudly over her creamy buttocks 
watching them quiver and shake before his lascivious eyes. He could see the 
red outline of his fingers imprinted deliciously on the flesh. Finally he 
found himself squeezing and caressing her tender ass. He stroked it with his 
broad brown palm and admired its smoothness. 

"Ain't no wonder this child gets herself in so much trouble," he mused 
aloud. Then he stood up and thrust her onto the back seat, her body sprawled 
at full-length across it. He pulled her pants off her ankles and inhaled 
deeply. "Smells like shit and sperm. I got the evidence right here. She 
ain't no virgin, so there ain't no harm in our having a little fun is 
there?" He eyed his partner awaiting a reply. 

"I think you're right. Bill. Now how we gonna do this?" 

Bill took a coin from his pocket and flipped it in the air. He caught it in 
his palm and opened his hand for them both to see. 

"I got tails, you get heads," he guffawed loudly. "Time for us to do our 
duty." 

The both got back into the car. Greg drove down the road until he came to a 
road through a pasture. He pulled into it and parked under a solitary tree. 
Tnen they got out and opened the rear doors on both sides. Susie was still 
sprawled out across the seat, wearily awaiting her fate. 

Bill turned her over and admired her little pussy. He noted the few wisps of 
blonde hair that were beginning to grow on the mound of Venus. He rubbed his 
black fingers across them tenderly. Then he began to eat her out. 

He thrust her legs apart and observed the plush, pink lips and the delicate 
crack that covered her tiny hole. He tickled them with his nail until her 
ass began to bob sensuously up and down. Then he parted the lips and thrust 
his wooly head between her thighs. He licked her up and down with his long 
wet tongue and then slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her to his 
mouth. 

He began to suck on her passionately, until the saliva ran down the sides of 
his mouth. He drilled his thick tongue inside her honey hole and reamed it 
out. It wasn't particularly fresh-tasting, but he didn't mind a little funk 
now and then. He twirled the little clitty around until it quivered with 
excitement. Then he took it between his teeth and began to suck on it and 
stretch it out. 

Susie felt him working over her pussy. His big wet mouth made her forget her 
troubles. She even forgot to struggle and kick as she had planned to do the 
next time someone assaulted her. She felt the tongue like a flame inside 
her, kindling her passion. She rotated her ass around in his hands to make 
sure that he wouldn't miss any of the sensitive corners. 

Greg has been standing in the doorway, watching Bill eat her out. It always 
turned him to watch his partner. He really got very turned on on to observe 
someone else in action. He rubbed his balls thoughtfully, and then lowered 
his pants. He pulled on his thick dick until it stretched out to an 
effective length in front of him. 

Susie could see it wagging above her. It looked hard and wide like a club. 
The veins bulged on the surface, purple against the red background of smooth 
flesh. She reached up her hand to it. She wanted to do something while she 
was being eaten. 

She began to pull on his prick with long sensual strokes, rolling the skin 
from the shaft over the head of it. Greg bent over her and placed his hands 
on her breasts. He watched them pucker and spread out feelingly as he played 
with them. The aureole that surrounded the nipple darkened with pleasure. 
Her tits seemed to open up and blossom before his eyes like a rose. He bent 
his head over her body and began to suckle them. He licked them round and 
round with his smooth, wet tongue, and felt them shrivel inside his mouth. 
He began to suck them harder as he felt her massaging his balls in her soft 
white hands. She bobbled them up and down delicately as she pulled on his 
dong. 

Bill was working his black fingers inside her pink hole now. He watched his 
hand being covered with her sensual slime. His black fingers glistened in 
the sunlight and he felt his best digit moving agitatedly inside his pants. 
He unzipped his fly and hopped out of his trousers eagerly. He wondered if 
she would be able to take him inside her little hole. He knelt on the seat 
between her legs and lifted her onto his knees. Her legs dangled helplessly 
over his black muscular thighs. He admired her white flesh against his 
glossy blackness. 

His member throbbed before him, big and black with a bulging reddish head. 
It looked like a torch on fire. He took it in his hand and probed it up and 
down in the moist crack between her lips. He found the loving hole and 
plowed into her. The head stuck in, but he couldn't push it up any further. 
He battered himself against her but to no avail. 

He got out from beneath her again and lifted his billy club from the dust. 
He measured its thickness against his own. They were about the same size, 
but the club tapered at one end. It would be the perfect thing to stretch 
her out with. He thrust the shiny black wood between her legs. He twirled it 
around with frustration, a sweat breaking out on his brow. His face was a 
mask of concentration, his eyes riveted on her plush pink twat. He jabbed 
his weapon into the tiny hole and saw all the muscles in her body tense with 
pain. He twirled it around inside her until he felt the muscles give way 
before the hard wood. He pumped eight inches of it inside her. Then he 
removed it and examined its wet, black gleaming surface. He discarded it in 
the dust again. 

Greg's dick was thick and hard by this time. He had had enough foreplay now 
and he climbed onto the seat with her, straddling her whole upper body. He 
squeezed her thin, white shoulders between his knees until she thought that 
he would crush every bone in her chest. His stout member waved over her like 
a victorious sword. He pushed down to a level with her mouth and poked it 
between her wet, waiting lips. She rimmed the head of it with her tongue and 
then took that much inside her mouth to suck. He lifted her neck in his 
hands and forced the rest of it down her throat. 

He lifted and lowered her head to his need. He sunk eight inches of it 
inside her. It wasn't the length of it that disturbed her so much as the 
width. She could barely breathe with it stuffed inside her. She sucked on it 
tenderly, trying to satisfy him before he choked her with it. She could see 
the passion and dire intent glittering in his small green eyes. With his 
hands around her throat, he looked more like he wanted to strangle her than 
let her suck him off. 

Susie looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear as she felt the billy club 
jammed up her tight little twat. Her mouth opened to gasp and Greg took 
advantage of her open mouth to ram his member down her throat. She began to 
gag on it which sent delightful spasms up and down the length of his thick 
prick. He socked it into her open wet mouth again and again, feeling his 
dick grasped by her throat. 

Greg felt his dick grow larger with every lunge. Her throat gagged on the 
enlarged hard cock delightfully. He dug deeper inside her mouth until his 
hairy balls rested under her chin. She was totally inside her now. She had 
absorbed the entire length of him in her sweet sopping mouth. 

He began to moan passionately as he twisted it inside her. She choked on his 
dick pitifully, but he only noticed it insofar as the movements in her 
throat increased his pleasure. Finally, he lifted himself above her and 
pressed down on her face with the weight of his whole body. She felt his 
thick dick leap inside her and explode, gushing sweet-salty semen down her 
gullet. She grasped him and struggled under his weight, but he held her 
firmly beneath him until she had drained him entirely. He watched the scum 
dribble out both nostrils and finally withdrew as her eyelids fluttered up 
and then closed in a faint. 

Bill had climbed into position between her legs by this time. He stretched 
her legs apart and lifted them over his thighs once again. He dug his black 
fingers inside her and found her hole considerably loosened. He spread the 
Tips apart with one hand, and with the other he directed his pointy, black 
cock into her swollen cunt hole. 

He watched the head disappear with delight. He felt the muscles closing 
gently around its staff and sucking him in deeper this time. He lifted her 
up under his knees and drew her all the way onto him. She put up no 
resistance this time. 

He found that by holding her legs he could maneuver her around him easily. 
He twisted her lower body every which way, increasing his pleasure as she 
slipped about him. Her hole was still tight, but comfortably so. He lifted 
himself onto his knee now and held her before him at an amenable height and 
socked it into her with strenuous effort. His big, black ass moved 
powerfully behind him, adding weight to every blow. Her juices flowed and 
surged and bubbled around his staff, dripping down onto the seat. 

Black against white, adolescence against adulthood-all these comparisons 
served to increase his passion and his pace. These white chicks sure are 
juicy, he mused delightedly. They just cream and cream and cream. 

He felt himself swelling and lengthening inside her. He saw his entire black 
staff disappearing into her white mound. He withdrew it feeling her thighs 
divide and open before him. He sunk into her soft, cushiony cunt with a sigh 
of pleasure. Nothing satisfied him so fully as a little white pussy. 

He moved with inhuman vigor and strength, holding out for as long as he 
could. It must have been at least a half hour that he had been working it 
inside her. He pushed and primed as if it were still the very first moment. 

Susie was exhausted. She felt his thick weapon inside her cunt. First she 
felt pain as he stretched her out, but then as he continued to work her 
over, she began to become inspired. She had never had a cock up her for this 
long before. Usually a guy would come in minutes, because she was so tight. 
But this was a new experience. 

She was all hot and irritated from her outer lips to her inner depths. There 
was no relief from his pulsing and throbbing. She opened her legs wide to 
release the pressure somewhat. She felt herself getting more and more 
inflamed, the longer and harder he worked. 

He slipped and wriggled and she grasped and held until she felt her cunt 
convulsing with pleasure. She reached her hands under her hips and pulled 
herself still higher so that she could received the full force of his thrust 
going straight down into her well of passion. She opened up to him and then 
closed around him lovingly, spilling her hot, frothing honey and sending 
spasms of joy up from her sensitive hole as she came. 

Greg stood behind Bill now. He had his hand on his knees and was bending 
down so he could look between the black man's legs and watch him penetrate 
her. The thick cock was slimy with her loving liquids, it shone like highly 
polished ebony. The veins stood out in dark relief on its surface. 

"Come on, Bill, sock it to her. Fuck her fast and furious. We ain't got all 
day. That a boy. Ride her hard. Fuck her faster. Faster!" he screamed, as he 
watched it slip and slide between her swollen pink lips. 

Bill was even more aroused by the cheering of his partner. He held her under 
the knee and plowed into her until he could feel his dick swelling with 
emotion. It suddenly burst like a big sausage sizzling on the fire. He shot 
her full of his hot come and held her to him so that his black hairs covered 
her naked crotch. Then he relaxed backward, on his heels and let her slide 
forward. 

"She is something else. She liked it almost as much as I did, can you 
imagine? Did you see her hopping around and hear her moan when she came. 
This is some hot little piece of white meat," Bill expostulated proudly. 

After they had finished their little orgy, and gotten dressed again, Bill 
called up the station house on his radio and told the captain that they had 
just found her. He said that she was in perfectly good shape, just a little 
dirty and hungry. She was also ready to go home, he said. The captain told 
him to bring her over to the station house first. 

Susie could hardly believe that they were going to take her home. After so 
many misadventures, she thought she would never trust what anybody told her 
again. 

At the police station they asked her a lot of questions, before they would 
let her see her father. They wanted to know how she had gotten so far from 
home in the first place. She told them about Nick the lifeguard and how he 
had tried to rape her. She knew enough to shield the fact that he had 
succeeded. But the captain said that she would have to be examined for rape 
anyway, as a child her age might now know whether the bastardly deed had 
been actually performed or not. 

Susie was whisked away into the doctor's office. He laid her out on a flat 
examining table and removed her shorts once again. He slipped a 
tight-fitting elastic glove over his hand and made her put her feet into two 
stirrups at the bottom of the table. Then he shoved a cold metal clamp 
between her lips. She felt the steel penetrate into her hot little hole and 
shivered at the icy contact of it. Then the doctor began to wiggle his 
finger around inside of her. His fingers felt strong and agile and she 
bounced around beneath them. He looked up over his glasses at her with a 
serious expression, somewhere between disdain and disgust on his face. 

"Young lady, you have enough semen up there to float a ship. Why did you lie 
to the officer, when he asked you if you'd been raped?" 

"Oh, please, I don't want my father to know it. It would kill him." She 
opened her blue eyes wide in pleading. 

"Well, I think that it's up to your father to press charges. You're only a 
minor and your wishes don't really count in a court of law. As far as we're 
concerned, you're his property. 

"Oh, please, can't you keep this whole thing from coming out. I'd do 
anything." Then she saw the look in the doctor's eyes, and she suddenly knew 
that he had just been buttering her up. He wanted to make her beg him to 
take her in exchange for a favor. The doctor opened his fly and whipped out 
his long, flaccid white dick. It looked pale and unfortunate, compared to 
the masterful member of the black cop who had fucked her just an hour 
before. 

She lay prone on his table with the apparatus spreading her lips apart. He 
stepped up on a little stool, that was handy at the bottom of the table. He 
was at just the right angle now to pop it inside of her. He pulled on it 
himself for awhile, stretching it out as she watched him. Then he thought 
better of the whole thing, and stepped down again. He connected a hose to a 
nearby sink and turned on the faucet. He placed a little pan under her ass 
as he drew her knees up in the air and her ass towards the edge of the 
table. He connected a hose to the faucet and directed it inside her open 
lips. 

She felt the warm water rush up inside her. It flushed her out completely. 
It dripped humiliatingly down her ass. She could feel the scum and the slime 
oozing out over her cheeks and into the little metal pan. 

When he had finished washing her out, he stepped on his ladder once again, 
and poked his member inside the lips between the sides of the metal 
apparatus that held her open. She felt him hot inside her. Her canal dried 
out quickly with the rubbing of his dick. He held her hips and moved her 
back and forth on the table. He pressed in the stirrups and she felt like 
part of a machine with all this metal surrounding her and his hands pulling 
her mechanically onto his stiff member. 

The doctor's lean dick thickened inside her until it was pressing up 
irritatingly against the sides of her clean pussy. The water had dried, 
leaving her dry and sore inside. He moved abrasively within her and she felt 
as if she was adhering to him and he would pull her inside out. 

He began to bounce her ass up and down on the table, moving her to his need. 
He stared straight down at the activity that was going on beneath his navel. 
His face was completely expressionless as if he were watching some distant 
phenomenon taking place under a microscope. Then his lips tightened and his 
glasses began to fog up a little from his heavy breathing. She felt the 
point of his dick banging up against the back of her canal. Suddenly it 
exploded inside her with a spurt and a trickle, and he heaved a sigh of 
relief. 

When he had finished, he washed his member thoroughly and told her not to 
worry about his report. He would fix it so no one would have to take the 
blame for her deflowering. He knew for a fact that it had happened some time 
in the past anyhow. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Brent was very glad to have his daughter back. The fact that she had been 
raped had not been made clear to him by the cops, but it didn't matter to 
him at all. He was glad that she was still alive and virtually unharmed. 

They said goodbye to her grandfather and picked up her belongings from his 
house. Then they drove back home together. Her father was very quiet and 
subdued. Susie thought guiltily that she was the cause of his depression. 

"I'm sorry I ran away, Brent. I wanted to come home again, and this boy, the 
lifeguard, said that he would take me there. I guess I shouldn't have 
believed him." 

"Well, it's only natural for a child to believe what another person tells 
her. Your grandfather is the one at fault. He shouldn't have let you go 
wandering off by yourself. Weren't you happy with him?" 

"I had a good time the first few weeks, but then I began to miss you." She 
snuggled up close to him on the seat. 

He put a comforting arm around her and she quickly fell asleep after the 
last eventful days of her vacation. 

Brent felt the warmth of his daughter's body next to him. He still found it 
hard to believe that her small body had taken on the burden of womanhood. He 
felt her soft hair and her warm, flushed cheek against his hand. 

Apparently, she had survived the loss of physical innocence. He couldn't 
help marveling at her strength of mind. She seemed to have come through 
unscathed. 

He felt sad rather than angry at the predicament that confronted him. 
Unfortunately he found that he could understand the mentality of the rapist 
very easily. He had felt the same need in his loins and acted on it at 
various times in the past. How could he blame the male party for a passion 
that so obviously originated in the female? It was Adam and Eve all over 
again. Brent couldn't condemn a man for acting on the desires that consumed 
his own body. 

Susie was dressed once again in her crisp white pinafore. Brent noticed how 
her nipples bulged through the stiff surface of the starched material. He 
thought that he could distinguish their rosy color staining through the 
cotton. She was growing up, there was no doubt about it. The hem of her 
dress rested way above her knees, showing her tanned thighs which were plump 
and shapely. He couldn't help thinking that rape had agreed with her. She 
looked healthy, after her summer at the beach, rape or no rape. 

Susie was growing up too quickly. He began to think about what would happen 
when she came into contact with boys her own age. He realized that this 
could be a source of great unhappiness for the child, since it would be 
obvious that she was different. He decided to send her to an all -girls 
school. Under such circumstances, her experience would not be so noticeable. 
He would protect her from further harm by keeping her out of contact with 
men. 

Brent realized that there was something selfish in his plan, but he stuck to 
it -anyway. The truth was that he wanted to keep her for himself. He didn't 
want her to grow up. He loved her just the way she was. He wanted to 
preserve her childhood intact. 

In the fall, Susie was enrolled at an all girls school. It was a very strict 
atmosphere to come back to after her wild summer on the beach. Her 
grandfather's permissiveness could not be forgotten easily. Her spirit 
rebelled against the rigid schedule at school 

The girls all dressed in uniforms. They were required to wear plain, pleated 
skirts and blazers that bore the insignia of the school. Susie tried to fuck 
the system any way she could. She refused to wear bras. She wore her skirts 
provokingly short and defied the administration to change her ways. They 
were constantly trying to pass new rules to control her, but this means of 
attack was slow and by the time they had passed a new bylaw, Susie had found 
some other way of asserting her independence. 

Susie's spirited ways made her popular with many of the teachers who admired 
her pluck. She seemed to handle the administration easily where they were 
enslaved by it, fearful of their jobs. Other teachers hated her because she 
was a trouble maker. Her report card read unruly and lacking in 
self-control, but in another spot it praised her for being imaginative. 

Mr. Wiggler was very fond of Susie. He was the English teacher and was 
constantly amazed at the little girl's power of self-expression. She had 
even helped him to inaugurate a pet idea of his, the debating society. This 
was an after-school activity that gave students the opportunity to call the 
administration to task. 

The administration tolerated the debating team which gave the children a 
chance to air their gripes because it seemed to keep Susie, the star 
nuisance, under control. 

One afternoon, Susie accosted Mr. Wiggler as he was leaving school. He 
didn't know what to do as he thought it would be rude to walk out on her, so 
he invited her to walk home with him. He didn't live far from school. 

"They just passed a new rule saying that students may not wear skirts above 
the knee. I'm surprised that they didn't make it mid-calf. I bet they'd like 
to keep us shut up there in that school and never let us see what goes on in 
the outside world. It's obvious they have no feeling for fashion or 
freedom." 

"Susie slow down. I can't really see what fashion and freedom have to do 
with one another. The problem with you is you get so excited. If you tried 
to think more slowly and carefully, you'd express your ideas more rationally 
and give others the opportunity to understand you." 

"I'm sorry. But you know what I mean, even if I don't express myself like a 
politician. Why are you walking so fast? What's the hurry? Can't you stop 
for a minute, and talk to me? Please!" 

She came to a halt and waited for his answer. He pulled up short beside her. 
He looked extremely flustered, though he was normally the epitome of calm. 

"I'm expecting a phone call." 

"From a girl?" she teased him. 

"Yes. She's a very old, dear friend of mine. She's coming to visit all the 
way from Atlanta. I really have to hurry." 

"I suppose I have no right to interfere in your private life. I'm sorry if 
I've taken up too much of your time." Susie started to leave. As she turned 
around he grabbed her by the arm. 

"Why don't you come upstairs and wait with me. That way we can discuss our 
problem and I'll have someone to pass the time with while I'm waiting for 
the phone call." 

She stopped and considered his proposition for a moment. She knew that the 
administration would definitely not approve of her going to a faculty 
member's apartment without a chaperone. 

Mr. Wiggler looked to be well into middle age, though in fact, he was just 
thirty years old. His deceiving appearance could probably be attributed to 
the way he slicked his hair down, and his thick-rimmed glasses. He was 
proper and old-fashioned in every sense of the word. 

Susie accepted his invitation as a kind of challenge. She was curious about 
whether his apartment would be as colorless as his way of dress. She hoped 
that his manner was merely assumed for purposed of impressing the 
administration. She liked to think of him as a Clark Kent type. He was sort 
of biding his time, she hoped, until one day he would change into Superman 
and defend freedom before the oid bunch of fuddy-duddies who ran the school. 

He escorted her into a six-story apartment building in the East Seventies. 
It was by no means a luxury building, but it was clean and kept up with 
shiny brass dorrknobs and the tenants' register polished to a high shine. 
The lobby and stairs were carpeted. She almost had the feeling that they 
were consorting in secrecy and that he didn't want anyone to know that he 
was taking her home with him. She kept silent for awhile, not wanting to 
break the spell of glamorous intrigue. 

He inserted his key in the lock and opened the door for her to pass through. 
She stepped into a sunny, cheerful apartment, decorated with bright, 
post-impressionistic prints. 

"Well, here we are. Sit down, Susie and make yourself comfortable." 

He went immediately to the telephone, to make sure that the receiver was 
properly cradled on the hook. She could tell that the call was very 
important to him. 

He was obviously much more nervous about hearing from that girl, whoever she 
was, than concerned about having her in his apartment. She felt distinctly 
slighted. 

He sat down on a chair near the telephone while she was across from him on 
the couch. There was an awkward silence between them. Finally he took it 
upon himself to begin the conversation, since he had invited her up to talk. 

"Now, my dear, what is it that's bothering you? Do you really find it so 
hard to believe that they've outlawed short skirts at Bartlem? They're not 
the first school to do it." 

"Yes. I knew it would happen sooner or later. But I don't care if they kick 
me out. I'm going to make myself an example and see how tough they get. 
Nobody's going to tell me how to wear my clothes." 

"Is that really more important to you than your education?" 

She ignored the question. 

"Look at you. You may be satisfied to have them put you in a strait-jacket 
if they choose, but I'm not. They haven't broken my spirit yet. How can you 
stand to wear a white shirt and starched collar every day and a tie that 
chokes you?" 

Mr. Wiggler raised his hand uncomfortably to his throat and loosened the 
knot at his neck. He went so far as to unbutton the top of his collar. He 
suddenly felt stifled as she spoke these incriminating words. 

"I'd like to see them pass a rule saying that we have to wear bras," she 
said, opening her blazer and stretching her arms up over her head. "Old Mrs. 
Condor would probably have a heart attack if you so much as mentioned the 
word in her saintly ear." 

Mr. Wiggler couldn't help laughing at the idea. Mrs. Condor had a huge chest 
that she never exposed. She kept it well hidden under jackets and vests. But 
you could see that it stretched voluminously over her whole upper body, from 
her armpits to her chest. 

'You're just jealous," he chided. But he couldn't help staring at her 
budding breasts as he said this. 

The school was usually kept so cold that the girls were forced to wear their 
blazers in class The intention was that cold air helped to keep the students 
awake no matter how boring the classes were. He had heard the rumor that 

Susie didn't wear a bra, though she needed one, but he hadn't had the 
opportunity to see for himself until now. 

Her breasts blossomed underneath her white blouse, which was too small for 
her. It was obvious that she was quite proud of her new attributes. The 
nipples were clearly visible under the old material, which was worn smooth 
and thin. He could distinguish them quite clearly by the dark stain of color 
that imaged their presence. 

Then Susie did something that shocked him. She hiked her skirt up above her 
golden thighs showing him the black garters of her stockings. 

Mr. Wiggler felt his feelings rising up in his throat as his prick did 
inside his pants. 

"Susie, pull your skirt down," he commanded her but she defied him. 

"No. You do it for me, if you're so concerned. I don't care." 

He stood up for a moment, and looked around as if he didn't know where to go 
or what to do next. He decided that the best thing to do was to patronize 
her and give her the attention she was so obviously demanding. However, he 
hardly realized how far her demands would take them. 

He pulled her skirt back over her thighs again. He would show her that he 
wasn't affected by her tawdry show. But the truth was that he was deeply 
impressed by it. His hand contacted the smooth nylon stocking and lingered 
on her knee a moment too long. Then he suavely took her hand in his own. 

"Susie, you could get yourself into a lot of trouble behaving this way. I 
know that you're trying to impress me or embarrass me, one way or the other. 
But it won't work. I thought we understood each other better than that." 

"Well, I guess I know that I won't get into much trouble, since it's only 
you I'm here with." 

, He squeezed her hand sharply and then lifted it to her face. He held her 
beneath her chin and pressed his mouth over her own. But she was deeply 
disappointed in that he didn't even try to get into her mouth. 

"Is that what you want me to do?" he asked. He thought he would get the 
upper hand by embarrassing her, assuming she was innocent. 

"Not exactly," she told him. 

She gazed into his eyes dreamily, but he could see a fierceness lingering 
behind the hazy blue. He was almost hypnotized by her. Then he saw her eyes 
spin around and she was holding her in his arms where she had thrown 
herself. She grasped him around the neck with her cool fingers and then her 
eyes came closer as she pressed her lips against his mouth. Her blue eyes 
never left off their staring as she parted her lips and licked his own. Then 
she dipped her tongue inside his mouth and wriggled it around with 
excitement. 

Mr. Wiggler knew now that the situation had got out of control. He felt 
powerless to stem the tide of circumstances. Momentarily, he forgot that she 
was a child, and a student entrusted to his care. He kissed her like he 
would any woman, and felt her melt, warm and soft into his arms. 

She grabbed his hand and thrust it under her skirt. She held it to her thigh 
and ran it up and down the slippery smooth stocking. She could feel his dick 
pounding against her ass as she sat in his lap. She was sure of her conquest 
and she smiled up at him with distinct fire glittering in her brilliant blue 
eyes. The clouds of indecision had passed out of her gaze. 

He slipped his hand up and down her sensually curved upper leg. He felt the 
flesh bulging above the stocking, and pressed his fingers against the soft, 
warm skin. She was busy unfastening the buttons of her blouse now. 

She pressed her cool hand once again to the back of his hot neck. She pulled 
his head down until it sunk onto her chest and fastened to one of her 
nipples. 

His mouth was warm and sucked gently as if he were afraid of hurting her. 
She pinched the back of his neck to indicate that she wasn't so fragile. 

He responded to her unspoken wish and sucked the nipple into his mouth hard, 
twirling his tongue around it and feeling it wrinkle erotically. 

When he had finished sucking both her breasts, he raised ids head and smiled 
at her for the first time. He was the one who had the dreamy eyes now. 

She bounded off his lap and began to strip in front of him. She slipped out 
of her open blouse, and rotated her shoulders sensuously. Then she unzipped 
her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stood in her panties for a 
moment, and let him admire the curves thus far exposed. 

She thrust her hand inside the elastic waistband of her panties, and with 
one tug, pulled them down about her knees. She wiggled out of them, bending 
over in profile, to give him a good look at her voluptuous ass. 

Mr. Wiggler was beside himself with pleasure. This was the type of thing 
that only happened in the movies. Even now it seemed as if it were occurring 
to someone else. He reached out to touch her to make sure that she was real. 

She faced him once again, displaying her naked mound of Venus, on which the 
golden pubic bush was beginning to appear. 

He made a grab for her, and brought her down with a plop on the couch beside 
him. He pressed his hand fervidly to her hot crotch, and let the fingers 
slide between the soft lips that trickled their honey into his hand. He lay 
his long body over her and began to hump her though he was still dressed. 

She felt the itchy tweed material rubbing against her breast and the bulging 
zipper of his pants against her swelling pussy. He began kissing her mouth 
and her neck with unbounded passion. 

"This is silly," she said into his nearby ear. "Why don't you get 
undressed?" 

He dismounted and stood in front of the couch, where he hurriedly unhitched 
his belt, dropped his pants, unbuttoned his shirt, and threw his shirt and 
jacket on the floor. 

He stood in his underpants, shoes and socks, and she began to giggle at his 
confusion. 

He sat down on the couch by her head and bent over to remove his footwear. 
She moved her head over his thigh and pulled the elastic of his pants down 
in front and hitched it under his balls. 

She was impatient to see what kind of equipment he had. 

M r. Wiggler's dick looked long and sleek and limber, like the rest of his 
tall body. It was a lovely pink color with a flaming red head that made his 
penis rather top heavy. Susie grabbed it up in her soft white hand and 
popped it into her mouth for a suck while he continued to fiddle with his 
shoes. 

She twirled the member in her hand, and licked it around the head with her 
tongue. It was smooth and hot. She took the enlarged tip into her mouth and 
began to suck on it vigorously. It leapt up inside her of its own accord. 

She accepted it willingly and began to move her mouth over its surface, 
letting it slide in and out from her succulent lips. It quickly hardened as 
she worked it over. Soon it was nine inches long, as near as she could 
calculate. The veins were bulging purple over the pink surface. 

Mr. Wiggler leaned back against the cushions to relax. He rested his hand on 
her soft blonde head and felt it moving up and down in his lap. He could 
feel the power growing between his legs, bigger and harder all the time. 
Then he reached his hand over her voluptuous ass that stuck out beneath the 
lace of the garter belt. He ran his fingers over her crack and down the bare 
inner thighs that were exposed above the stockings. He linked his finger 
beneath one of the garters and snapped it wickedly. It resounded sharply 
against her pale skin. Susie looked back over her shoulder disapprovingly. 

He looked down at himself as she moved her head away. He had a perfect 
erection pointing straight up between his legs. He pressed his hand over the 
tip of it as if to test the sharpness of his blade. 

Then he ordered her to turn around. She squatted on her knees and elbows 
with her ass facing him and let him explore. 

He moved his hand over her plush cheeks, and buried his tongue in her 
asshole, following the crack down between her legs to her little clitty. He 
pushed her thighs apart to make room for himself, and thrust his mouth to 
her voluptuous crack. He buried himself deep in her lips and clung to her 
clitoris mouthing it vigorously. 

She began to sway her ass before him, and around him. 

His tongue leapt out of his mouth and up her hole and he reamed her little 
pussy until the honey began to drip down his chin. 

He hoisted himself up on his knees behind her. Her ass bulged lusciously 
before him like a volcanic mountain covered with snow. He grabbed her thighs 
and poked the tip of his prick inside her amorous aperture. She moved 
backwards onto it and enveloped it deep in her steaming thighs. 

He grabbed her hips in both hands and began to thrust it into her. She could 
hear him groaning with pleasure like an animal over its first taste of meat. 
She waggled her buttocks around to make him work faster and he began 
plunging inside her with abandon. His balls flapped heavily against the 
front of her pussy. They dangled down long and pendulous and swayed into her 
with every thrust. She could feel the hairs irritating her lips and her 
clitty. 

It was delightful of him to have such long, heavy balls and definitely 
provided an added attraction to her. 

Mr. Wiggler could feel himself cutting through her like a knife. She clung 
to his blade and it sunk deep inside her whiteness over and over. She was so 
soft and creamy around him that he felt the masculine urge to hurt her. He 
wanted her to get as involved and turned on as he was. He felt her to be too 
cool, and objective about the whole thing. 

He thrust his hands under her chest and located her nipples. Her breasts 
swelled slightly and were full. Her nipples were red. He grasped and he 
covered them easily with his large palms. Then he zeroed in on the 
protruding points of pleasure and grabbed each roughly between his fingers. 
He began to direct her by her breasts, as he clung tightly to the central 
pimple of each. 

He tweaked each of them and wrung them as he swayed her body back onto his 
dick. Now she was moaning as well. 

He rested his head on her back as he sunk it into her hard and fast. She 
spread her knees wide apart so that she could take it in to the hilt. He 
throbbed and slipped inside her and she clung to him desperately with all 
her muscular strength. She kept him inside her for longer periods of time, 
feeling it wriggle desperately to get free. 

Then she would let it go suddenly, and he would rear back only to thrust 
once again, letting the long hard knife cut into her wound. 

The telephone began to ring. Its incessant clamor made him stop for a 
moment, but the urge inside him was too much, and too close to fulfillment 
to stop now. He clung to her all the more desperately, trying to drown the 
noise out of his consciousness. Then he began to thrust inside her to the 
rhythm of the rings, incorporating its urgency with his own. 

Susie was bucking underneath him frantically. She didn't want him to leave 
her now. She held onto his dick with all the strength of her loins and moved 
her smooth ass inside the cove of his thighs sensuously. She felt the tips 
of her nipples burning between his fingers. 

Her little clitty was a lick of flame between her lips where his balls kept 
banging against it, her pussy a bed of fire that had to be put out by his 
long, hard hose. 

He rammed into her with great whapping blows and she felt her muscles tense 
with their last bit of energy. Then the spasmodic outlet of her emotions 
took over and she was creaming deliriously, her body weightless with 
release. 

He felt her go soft and mushy around him. There was no longer anything to 
keep him from his pleasure. The phone had stopped ringing. She collapsed on 
the couch in front of him and he slipped his hands under her crotch, poking 
the fingers inside the labia and attaching himself to her clitty. He relaxed 
on top of her cushiony ass and poked her pubis up with his hand so it stuck 
out behind her and he could begin to work on her again. 

He swam over her body with forceful strokes. Her cunt was nice and tight in 
this position, and he could feel the slimy walls agitating the sides of his 
member. She sucked him inside deliciously, and he would pull out again with 
a long stroke only to plunge back into the depths of her hot, steamy ocean 
again. 

He rubbed her clitty erotically, and she suddenly came to life again. She 
writhed and wriggled underneath him, spurring his passion like a goad. 

"Oh, fuck me. I'm so hot for you. Put out the fire. Do it. I want more cock 
inside me, hot and wet and dripping. Fuck me!" she screamed with abandon. 

He jumped up and down on her now, and she panted heavily as the weight of 
him came on top and inside her. He heaved and struggled and she could feel 
his hand pressuring her tense little tidbit, and his knees digging into her 
thighs. 

She was moaning and creaming again before she knew what had happened and 
then she felt him flood her burning hole with his sweet, sluicing fluids and 
they coiled their bodies together in a limp, wet heap of sensuality. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

When Brent came home that evening, he found that all the lights in the 
apartment had been turned out. It was dark and quiet and he wondered if 
Susie were at home as she should be. 

His hand went up to the light switch, and then something told him that he 
shouldn't bother with the lights, but accustom his eyes to the darkness. The 
mood in the apartment was so peaceful that he didn't want to disturb it. 

He found his way to Susie's bedroom. Something in the air told him that she 
was at home. He found her standing by the window in her nightgown, looking 
out over the city. Her form seemed to glisten with a holy light as the thin 
material reflected the gleam from other windows. She didn't seem to notice 
him. Her eyes were fixed on the outside as if there were something in the 
distance that warranted her unwavering attention. 

Susie wasn't really looking at anything. She had worked herself into a state 
of oblivion that was so total she hadn't even heard the door when her father 
entered. Her thoughts were far away, swelling on a thin point of guilt 
imbedded in her brain. She had spoiled a good thing with Mr. Wiggler. She 
had altered their felicitous relationship so that he could never again be 
her friend. 

He had kept her at his apartment late, fucking and sucking. He had wanted 
her to make up to him for missing his important telephone call. He had taken 
complete and utter advantage of the situation. He had used her for his 
pleasure without a thought to the future. Then he had threatened her 
physically with violence and getting kicked out of school if she ever told 
anyone about their little tryst. 

Lust had changed his personality completely until she could hardly 
distinguish the familiar features that had always reflected kindness. Their 
lovemaking had put him up tight rather than relaxing him. She supposed that 
that was natural to some people. 

He said that this was the first time in his life that anything so tawdry had 
overtaken him. She left him little choice but to abuse her. She was a slut 
and didn't deserve the consideration that he had formerly shown her. 

She wondered in her child's brain if what he said was true. She didn't 
understand the rhyme of reason of her passions very well. But somehow, they 
always seemed to lead her into painful situations. She wondered if she would 
ever find a satisfactory relationship in which she wouldn't be taken 
advantage of so rudely. She would be fifteen years old at the end of the 
month, yet the problems of womanhood wrinkled her brow. 

Her father laid his hand lightly on her shoulder. She turned around slowly, 
and smiled at him as if from a great distance. He tousled her hair 
playfully, and looked away, out the window, once again. He smelled the sweet 
perfume of her hair and body pervading the room. 

"Is something wrong, honey? You look very pale as far as I can tell by the 
light of the moon. Why are you standing here in the dark?" 

"Oh, I was just thinking," she replied dreamily. 

"And what were you thinking about so deeply?" 

"Oh, nothing," she answered evasively. 

He went over to the wall and turned on the overhead light. He noticed her 
clothes in a rumpled heap on a chair. 

He went over to them and lifted them instinctively. Her soiled panties came 
to his attention and he picked them up and sniffed at them. He could see the 
crotch wet and slimy and he thought that he knew what was bothering her. 

"Who were you with this afternoon? I'm going to give you the chance to tell 
me the truth. If you give it to me straight I promise not to be angry." 

"I wasn't with anyone. Who should I be with? There aren't any boys at school 
and I'd be afraid to go off with some guy on the street," she lied. 

Susie was feeling rather self-destructive. She wanted him to be angry with 
her. She wanted to be punished for her indiscretion. 

"Susie, the evidence is in your panties. You didn't try to hide it very 
well. Everything about you tells a tale. Who were you with?" He took her by 
the shoulders and shook her. 

Her hair moved around her face loosely and her frightened eyes looked up at 
him imploringly. 

"I'd rather not talk about it." 

"Oh, but you will. Who was it?" He shook her again more violently. His 
jealousy was aroused by the specter of an unknown lover. The longer she kept 
her secret, the more it annoyed him. 

"It was a teacher. I don't want to tell you his name because he'll lose his 
job." 

"He deserves to. It's not part of his job to seduce his students. Where did 
it happen?" 

"In his apartment." 

"You went to his apartment! You little whore! You wanted it, didn't you?" He 
slapped her across the face and the tears welled up pitifully in her eyes. 

"It was my fault. I admit it. I'm guilty." 

"What am I going to do with you?" Brent said, putting his hands to his head 
and ran his fingers through his hair in anguish. 

His frustration was building. It would have to find an outlet soon, or he 
felt that he would burst a blood vessel. He dragged her after him onto the 
bed. He sat down heavily and pulled her over his knee. 

"I'm going to punish you. Maybe I can beat the perversity out of your ass!" 

He lifted the thin material that trailed down to her ankles, over her waist. 
He laid his palm across it and felt the cool skin laying like a soft snow 
drift before him. He whisked his hand over it gently, feeling his lust and 
anger gather inside him. Then he raised his hand and let it fall heavily 
across the lovely cheeks. 

After the first slap broke the silence, he found it easy to rain his blows 
down one after the other. She kicked her feet and cried out painfully for 
him to stop. But he was carried away by the feel of her soft flesh under his 
hard hand. 

Her cheeks grew pink and vibrated erotically on top of his legs. She was 
writhing and moaning passionately over his knee. 

His hand began to sting and he threw her violently across the bed. She lay 
there breathing heavily. Her small breasts heaved up and down, and he could 
see the deep color of the nipples peering through the transparent material 
of her nightgown. 

Her hand shielded her face as if she expected more blows to fall. She looked 
completely helpless and pathetic. And he felt a new emotion seize hold of 
him. 

"What is it about you that drives men wild? You cause nothing but trouble. 
How can a body so small and immature call up such passion from men's souls. 
I feel like a father from some tale of the middle ages. What can I do with 
you to keep you from your downfall? Shall I send you away to a convent where 
you'd be out of the hands of men? You'd probably seduce the first priest who 
crossed your path!" 

"I don't know what to do with me. I want to do. I don't fit. Do you think 
I'm happy? I hate everybody and everything." 

He suddenly felt remorse for his actions. He had acted hastily and out of 
jealousy. He hadn't really been considering her plight at all. 

Now it dawned upon him that it wasn't her fault at all. She was only a weak 
vessel, as they say, having little control over how she was filled. Her 
desire to have men was purely instinctive. Her early awakening was at least 
partly his own fault. 

He began to stroke her tender body with his hand. She felt the softness of 
his touch and it made her body shiver and tingle after it had become used to 
the previous minutes of pain. 

She peeped through her hands and saw the look of tender concern on his face. 
He looked handsome and fatherly. His hair was distinctly gray at the 
sideburns and temples and there were telling wrinkles around his soft eyes. 

"Brent, don't you love me anymore?" she said in a low agonizing voice that 
was almost a wail. 

He bent over her face on the bed, and began kissing her cheeks tenderly. 
They were flushed and hot under his lips. The agitation in her eyes wrung 
his heart. 

"Of course I love you. You're my one and only girl. No matter what you do, 
you'll always be mine." 

"Oh, Brent," She lifted her arms around his neck and drew him close to her, 
feeling his warmth and humanity flow into her body. She kissed him fervidly 
on the lips feeling him sink down onto her heavily. 

He abandoned himself in her arms. He pressed his lips against hers with more 
than fatherly love. He closed his eyes and let his tongue wander inside her 
mouth. She grasped it with her own in a deep French kiss. Her mouth opened 
wetly and he plunged his tongue inside her with feeling. 

He opened his eyes and saw her blue ones swimming before him. All her fear 
and concern seemed to have been absorbed in a new and softer light. Her 
beauty made his body ache and he knew that he must share her guilt in order 
to dispel his anger. He arose with dignity and began to undress. 

Methodically he took his clothes off and laid them neatly on a chair. Then 
he lay down naked beside her and let her explore his manly body. She lay her 
head on the curling brown and gray hair of his chest and listened to his 
heartbeat strongly within. 

He lifted his hand to her head and patted her soft hair. Then he began to 
push her down. Her smooth lips slipped over his body, trailing down the 
hairs and making them bristle sensitively. 

She buried her lips in his crotch, at the root of his sex and pulled at them 
amorously, watching his penis bob up and down excitedly before her eyes. 

He gave her head a final shove and she reached out with her soft little hand 
and grasped his limber member. She clutched it tightly and popped the smooth 
head all into her mouth with her ear still resting on his crotch. She closed 
her eyes and abandoned herself to the task. 

Susie felt his body moving under her rhythmically as she massaged the skin 
up and down over his rod and pushed more of it into her mouth. She raised 
her head over it and let her lips sink down on top of it feeling it leap 
inside her and hit the back of her throat. 

He pressed his hands on top of her head to help her maintain the right 
rhythm as she sucked him off. 

His passion flowered inside him. Her lips were hot and wet and soothing 
around him. He felt all his strength gathering in his dick as she stretched 
it out and licked it inside her mouth. 

His legs became rigid with passion, as he lifted himself into her again and 
again. She never let go, no matter how hard he rammed it into her. The depth 
of her mouth seemed intimate. She caressed and lapped him like a warm sea. 

She felt his dick probing inside her mouth. It jumped around fiercely until 
she could no longer keep hold of it with her tongue. She began to gasp 
erotically as he rammed it against the back of her throat. It shot down the 
narrow opening and she choked on it luxuriously. 

He felt the spasms of her throat sending sensual vibrations through his 
stout staff. Her throat closed around the sensitive tip, sucking it down 
deeper and deeper. He thrust it again and again, listening to her gasp and 
splutter around it with delight. Then he shot his load into her and felt the 
hot blast ooze back around the head of his dick and then slide down her 
throat. He held her on top of him forcefully, until she had drained every 
drop. Then he let her up slowly still coughing. 

She looked at him meaningfully, as if to say, "I want more." 

He smiled back at her and drew her up into his arms by the hair. She crawled 
back over his chest and nestled in his arms as affectionately as she had 
ever done. 

He reached his hand down to the skirt of her nightie and drew it up over her 
head. She raised herself to let him pull it off. He discarded it on the 
floor and looked down over her charming body with delight. 

"I have a confession to make. You know how long I've wanted to take you. 
I've held myself back all this time because I thought that it would hurt 
you. But now I know otherwise. It's obvious that you need a man to love you, 
and I will deprive you no longer." He stroked her head gently and she kissed 
him on the neck. 

He let his hand wander over her body freely, for the first time. He fondled 
her budding breasts affectionately, admiring how much they had grown over 
the past few months. 

She no longer looked like such a child, and it made him sad to see that she 
was growing so fast. He was glad that he had seized the opportunity to have 
her while she was still so young and unformed. The baby softness of her 
young flesh drove him wild. The downy hairs on her pubis made his hand ache, 
it was so delicate under his large palm. 

He massaged the swollen lips with his fingers, nuzzling them aside until he 
slipped into the honey-besmirched crack. 

He diddled his finger inside her sensitively, feeling her rub against his 
body with delight. She was purring deep in her throat like a kitten. He felt 
her little clit tingling at his touch. She spread her legs wide open with 
desire, and lifted her ass so that he could reach deep inside her if he 
pleased. 

He raised himself from under her, and settled his body on top of her little 
form. She sunk into the mattress as he lay down upon her, spreading his legs 
around her head and lifting himself on his knees when he had found the right 
position. 

He grabbed her ass in both hands. She could feel his nails imbedded in the 
tender crack between her cheeks. He picked her up to his mouth and began to 
eat voraciously. He dipped his tongue between her pink labia and sucked on 
each lip in turn. Then he grasped her tidbit of clit between his lips and 
sucked it deep into his mouth, letting his tongue ream it around inside. 

He closed his teeth around it passionately, and she began bouncing up and 
down wildly as he clung. The exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain sang 
through her body like a high-pitched note wrung from a violin. 

Susie became aware of his dick and balls hanging six inches over her head. 
She reached up to them and plucked them down like fruit. She lowered one 
ball into her mouth at a time. Her tongue licked the hairs and then she 
closed her mouth around it passionately, and sucked on it like it was candy. 
She unloosed it only to capture its partner and treat it in like manner. 

She yanked and sucked on his dick. He could feel her hand squeezing and then 
loosening in agitation. It began to grow longer and longer until it dangled 
between her eyes. She pounced on it suddenly, and pushed it into her mouth. 
She pulled and sucked on it hard. He turned thick and hard. He could hear 
her moaning voice surrounding it as she blew him. 

He lapped her up and down, eating her like a piece of juicy watermelon. She 
held herself up on her feet now, and pushed her pussy into him. She could 
feel his bristly cheeks irritating her cunt delightfully. She was on fire 
again and dying for him to come inside her. 

"Oh, Brent," she moaned, "I'm ready for you. Do it to me now. Oh, please. 
Put your hard cock up my pussy." 

Her tone was childish in his ears but not her words. The coarseness made a 
strange combination which excited him. She was a passionate child and he was 
ready to be her sugar daddy. 

He turned around on top of her. He held himself over her on all fours, his 
long, hard member sticking up between his legs. He bent over her breasts for 
one last taste. 

She writhed under him with impatience. He sucked up her nipple between his 
lips. He seemed to smile as he held it and lolled his tongue over the 
surface. His eyes looked straight up at her, and seemed to burn right 
through her head. They seemed to say, first I'll light your fire hotter than 
ever before, and then maybe I'll put it out. 

He bit her tender nipples cruelly. He bit into them with his teeth, and 
watched them pucker and distort under his mistreatment. He picked her 
breasts up by one of the tender rosettes and pulled it up, stretching it 
until the veins showed with purple passion under the white skin. He finally 
stood up over her on his haunches and admired her gleaming white flesh. Her 
hair like yellow flames whipped around her head and her pussy pulsed beneath 
his heavy cock. 

He poked one hand underneath her and picked her pussy up to his own level. 
He inserted the point of his prick with the other hand and watched her 
grimace as she felt it part the swollen lips. He wiggled it around the 
entrance to feel the hot cream adhering to the head so that it would slide 
all the way in with ease. He pushed himself into her slowly, and she moaned 
agonizingly, opening her thighs as wide as she could and waiting for him to 
come completely inside before she began to move. 

Finally, she felt him throbbing deep inside and could see his dark pubic 
hairs mounting her own crest. She rolled her thighs around in his hands and 
felt his length and thickness inside her. He seemed to fill every inch of 
her interior with his hot, vibrant cock. She wriggled around on it, feeling 
it poke into and tickle her sensitive canal. 

He let her ride on top of him. He liked the way she moved. She was hot and 
creamy around him and he would let her exhaust herself before he began to 
really move it around. She bounced her ass in the palm of his hands, and he 
held her higher and higher, feeling as strong as Atlas. He watched the lips 
open and close around him, and the juices dripping out around the root of 
his thick, hard shaft. 

Finally, she was opening and closing her knees spasmodically and he felt the 
pressure of her tight cunt around him. She came copiously and her body 
relaxed. Her smile was dazzling and her eyes brilliant. He lowered her onto 
the bed and began his own motions. 

He lay down on top of her and poked one of her nipples into his mouth. He 
raised his ass up in the air and began to thrust his big dick up her creamy 
cunt powerfully. He rammed and reamed with his balls slapping rhythmically 
against her ass. She felt the thickness of it expanding more and more with 
each thrust. 

Susie had never been so full before, or at least it didn't stick in her 
memory. He was big and hard inside her and that was all that seemed to 
matter. She supposed that each time it felt even better than the time before 
merely because it was happening now. 

In any case, her body began to reawaken to a revitalized need, and her 
sexual energies soared inside her until she was bucking furiously beneath 
him once again. 

She held herself tightly around him as he tried to pull out. Then when just 
the tip remained corked in the entrance she opened herself up completely and 
let him whoosh back inside like a jet plane. No matter how large she made 
herself, he still stretched her out. His cock would drive up against the 
walls of her chasm like a caged beast. 

Finally he began socking it to her faster than before. She could see the 
muscles bulging in his arms, as he pushed himself on and off her. She lifted 
herself to him and held her body opened as he came crashing inside her. He 
released his hot flood into her loins and it tingled inside her 
delightfully. She felt herself following him to the brink of fulfillment and 
held onto his slowly withering dick with all her might. She bucked and 
pranced around him until she forced herself over the edge. Her gates of 
passion opened and her fluids escaped to mix with his. She was completely 
soaked inside. He pulled out and the emissions dripped from her loins like 
relieving tears. 

She nuzzled under his arm once again, and fell asleep quickly after her 
exhausting day. Brent was left to his own thoughts. He covered her with a 
blanket and went into the living room for a drink. 

So, it's come to this after all, he thought, lighting a cigarette. He took a 
long sip of his scotch and soda and tried to relax. He was very tired, but 
sleep was far from his mind. Perhaps it will do her good, he continued to 
himself. Maybe I can keep her content for awhile and out of trouble. Poor 
little thing has been through a lot, it's no wonder her mind is confused. 

He inhaled deeply on his cigarette and let the smoke swirl up around his 
head. It rose like a genie, in a puff, and he settled his head back against 
the cushion of the couch, closing his eyes. He thought about her voluptuous 
body and how much pleasure he would be able to find in it. 


THE END
