Little Girls' Little Lovers
by Sandy Cole
(R-118)


FORWARD 

Archive Note: The above word is as printed in the original pocketbook. 

Norman was not what might be called a scholar, but he was a gentleman in his 
own way. He had the instinctive tact and feeling for others, especially for 
those of the opposite sex of whatever age, and this enabled him to 
manipulate the girls and women he wanted without even trying hard. 

Having reached his middle years before ever discovering the extent of his 
talents, of his intuitive knowledge in feminine psychology, Norman was 
pleasantly surprised when very young girls took to him as fish take to 
water. When his stuck-up landlady, the mother of wanton little Suzy, in turn 
succumbed to his charms, Norman's confidence was naturally bolstered to the 
highest degree. 

Going from success to success, at a time in life when most other men begin 
to resign themselves to the bi-monthly interlude of marital bliss to which 
their wives have accustomed them, this inveterate bachelor proves how 
valuable a number of years experience can be. The touch of his fingers on a 
passionate young body is just right. The kiss he gives is just exactly given 
at the best moment and lasts exactly as long as it should. His staying power 
is better than that of any wild teenager, because Norman knows how to 
husband his strength, and husbanding is quickly becoming more and more 
necessary, as more and more interested parties learn of his growing 
reputation and turn to him to scratch where it itches. 

Yet, not even his most incredible successes turn Norman's head, to the point 
of ceasing to marvel at the luck that comes his way. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The heavy-set man moved smoothly and soundlessly, with an agility one would 
not have expected from one his size. Slowly he advanced between the stacks 
of cardboard boxes his landlady had accumulated over the years up there, in 
the attic. 

It was a spacious depository of the junk of several generations. There was 
sunlight streaming in at the other end, where the oval window was. Norman 
knew he would have no trouble seeing what he had come to see, and as he 
inched his way closer and closer a tightness in his chest made breathing 
difficult. He could almost hear the pounding of his heart. 

The thought that he might have made the wrong assumptions did come to him 
once more, when he had almost reached his goal, but then he remembered the 
flushed face of the little girl, the brightness in her large blue eyes, 
almost as if from fever, whenever she returned from her long afternoons in 
the attic. Norman wasn't born yesterday, he told himself, and he had had 
sufficient experience with the opposite sex to know how to read the signs. 
No, no, he couldn't be wrong, he just KNEW what sweet, innocent Suzy was up 
to. 

It wasn't that the atmosphere in this weird, neo-gothic gingerbread house 
didn't lend itself to secret dreams and phantasies, that was for sure. Its 
owner, Mrs. Stella Barber, Norman's landlady, certainly dreamed her own 
dreams, living almost in a world of her own, a world of nineteenth-century 
gentility and propriety, playing the role of the impoverished patrician when 
her late husband had been no more than a rather vulgar insurance salesman 
who had nevertheless failed to take out sufficient insurance on his own 
life. 

Stella Barber was forced to rent out the extra room, downstairs, the one 
with the separate entrance, just to make ends meet, yet she insisted that 
Suzy, her only child, would have the upbringing of a rich girl. Suzy went to 
a private school and was generally forbidden to play with the other children 
on the block since, as her mother insisted, they were not proper company for 
a girl such as she. 

With the school closed for the summer, with no one to play and no one to 
talk to, was it any wonder for the lonely child to seek escape in the 
recesses of her own mind, in a world of phantasy she had learned to conjure 
up, now that puberty was upon her? 

"Suzy loves solitude, the company of her own delightful mind," her mother 
had told Norman only the other day. "She can spend hours all by herself, 
just reading good books and thinking good thoughts, Mr. Stecker, she is 
exactly like her mother was at her age, in that respect. I too used to spend 
wonderful, quiet hours up there, in the attic, when my poor parents were 
still alive in this house." 

Norman had nodded thoughtfully, appreciatively, as was expected from him, 
and he had kept his own conclusions to himself. SHE SITS UP THERE AND FRIGS 
HERSELF SILLY, he had thought, SHE FRIGS HERSELF UNTIL HER EYEBALLS COME OUT 
OF HER HEAD, LITTLE LADY, THAT'S WHAT YOUR LONG-LEGGED, TIGHT-CUNTED BRAT OF 
A DAUGHTER IS DOING, AND I SURE WOULDN'T MIND GIVING HER A HELPING HAND ONE 
OF THESE DAYS! 

Today was Wednesday, the day when the people over at the big mansion in 
Woodcrest were having their big garden party, and Stella Barber would be 
there too. Oh, not as a guest, to be sure, but playing the role of what she 
liked to call "service coordinator." She would spend the afternoon and the 
evening, unlil late that night, in the kitchen of the mansion, supervising 
the preparation of dainty little canapes and clam-dips, she would berate 
surly and resentful extras, hired for the occasion, giving them a thousand 
orders they could do without. She would desperately try to give the 
appearance of being in charge of everything and she would hate every minute 
of it. It was one of the things the woman did to supplement her meager 
income, and it was still better than the regular weekly housecleaning jobs 
she held on Mondays and Tuesdays. 

As far as Norman was concerned, that gave him the entire afternoon to put 
his plan into execution. 

Suzy Barber's twelfth birthday, a month earlier, had been a kind of 
milestone as far as Norman was concerned. They had celebrated it quietly, 
just the three of them, with Norman a tolerated rather than a welcome guest. 
Mrs. Barber had made a cake with twelve candles and she had bought her 
daughter the dress the girl had wanted, a "grown-up" dress, rather low cut 
and sleeveless. She had even allowed the child to add a touch of lipstick to 
the natural glow of her small, delicately formed mouth, and all during 
dinner Norman had felt the tremendous erection of his prick struggle against 
the confines of his trousers, beneath the table. 

Norman had never erected before, at the sight of the child. He realized now 
that he had simply not allowed himself to feel the attraction he had for 
her. He had never really studied that delicate, double mound of growing 
young breasts which the birthday dress seemed to emphasize. He had never 
even thought of the other things her clothes were hiding, of her immature 
femininity, but over the last few weeks Norman had imagined it a thousand 
times. 

It would be like a pink rose, he told himself, fresh and delicate and 
hairless. Defenseless. Moist. 

Norman could no longer keep count of the times he had let his desire for the 
girl erupt into long, jerky ejaculations that splashed down into the bowl of 
the toilet, sometimes in the middle of the day, sometimes when he knew that 
she was upstairs, in the attic, when he let his fist fly up and down along 
the long shaft of his sturdy tool, his eyes closed, his brain feverish with 
the vision of Suzy masturbation up there. 

He heard her before he could see her. Norman stopped and crouched down 
behind the last stack of boxes separating him from the sunny corner where 
Suzy was. 

Nervousness had prevented Norman from getting a cock-stand until now, but 
when he held his breath and listened to the quick, rhythmic breathing of the 
girl, when he finally knew with certainty that she was exciting herself with 
her fingers, he felt his prick grow harder than it had been in days. 

Norman wondered whether he would be able to observe the girl without being 
seen. Then, if nothing else worked out, he would at least carry away the 
image of her, legs spread out, skirt up to her belly, and with her fingers 
dancing in her crotch. Perhaps he would even be able to silently jerk 
himself off as he watched, but then he would certainly ejaculate in a matter 
of minutes and would be unable to put the rest of his plan into execution. 

JUST A LITTLE. JUST FOR A FEW SECONDS, he told himself, fumbling with the 
zipper of his fly and pulling it down slowly, silently. His prick jumped 
out, vibrating and twitching until he caught hold of it and began stroking 
it. 

Slowly he rose to Ids full height, then leaned over to look around the stack 
of boxes, carefully, praying that he might see what he could already hear. 

What he saw first were the child's blue eyes, staring straight at him. They 
were round and distended with a kind of horrified surprise. 

The little girl had installed a comfortable corner for herself, she had 
found some old pillows in the boxes and had stacked them into a neat pile, 
then covered them with a quilt. She was sprawled on this improvised sofa, 
half sitting and half lying down, on her back, and her legs were stretched 
out toward Norman, they were trembling in their nakedness, spread out and 
white and just exactly the way he had thought they would be. 

Suzy stared at the man without uttering a word, but her mouth was rounded 
and open as if to scream. Both hands were cupped over her crotch, pressing 
down tightly, the only thing she had had time to do to cover her shame. 

The dress was pulled up quite far, and Norman could see her well-formed 
little belly-button. The smoothness of bare skin around it took away his 
breath. 

The moment lasted no more than one or two seconds, just enough so that the 
memory of it would be burned into Norman's mind forever. For that one, brief 
moment, the girl was perfectly immobile, frozen in her position, frozen in 
silence, and then she suddenly uttered a long, shuddering moan that seemed 
to express all the despair the world could contain, and with her hands still 
between her legs, Suzy threw herself over and around, turning and rolling so 
that she came to lie on her belly. The skirt slipped down, hiding from view 
a pair of high, round buttocks that had flashed whitely for only an instant. 
The child's shoulders began to twitch and Norman knew that she was sobbing, 
although she was not making a sound. 

He stepped out from behind the cardboard boxes, still fisting himself, since 
she could not see him the way she was, her head buried in the mass of 
pillows. After a few strokes though, the man found enough will-power to 
return his prick to its prison and to zip up his fly. The opportunity was 
too good to miss, the girl's reaction just precisely what he had hoped for. 

"Oh dear," he sighed, "dear oh dear! Now who would have thought such a thing 
possible!" 

A whimper came out of the pillows, muffled and thin, but it was an 
expression of utter shame. 

"And so young!" Norman exclaimed. "Why Suzy, I wonder whether you realize 
what you are doing. You, such an innocent looking child, almost a baby, and 
there you go doing dirty things like this!" 

Another sob encouraged him to continue. 

"Don't you know that your mother looks upon you as her little princess? 
Gosh, if she knew what you are doing when you come up here to READ, as you 
tell her, if she knew that you spend your time playing with your peepee...." 

"Oh no ... please no...." whimpered the child without turning around. "Oh, 
you mustn't tell Mommy ... please, please!" 

"Look at me when you speak to me," said Norman, his voice suddenly very 
sharp, the tone adults sometimes take to frighten unruly children into 
obedience. 

Suzy moved slowly this time, cringing as if she wanted to make herself 
smaller than she was and thus escape the scrutiny of the man's steel-grey 
eyes, somehow. She turned around and sat up, pulling her skirt down as far 
as she could over her knees, cowering with both arms wrapped around her 
folded-up legs. She put her forehead down on her knees and shivered. 

"Look at me, I said!" barked Norman. Tear-filled, blinking blue eyes shone 
at him. Something about her helplessness, about her smallness, made him want 
to ravish her. His prick strained against the material of his trousers. 

"Please ... Oh please...." stammered the child. She could say nothing more, 
only that one word over and over again. 

Norman stared down at Suzy for a while, towering over her, crushing her with 
his presence, and finally allowed his face to express something softer, 
something like fatherly understanding. He sighed and shook his head from 
side to side, finally smiled and shrugged a little. 

"Well, well, well," he said, "what is one to do in a situation like this? I 
mean, isn't it my duty, in a way, to inform your mother? After all, she 
should at least know what is going on, she should have a chance to decide 
what to do about it...." 

"She ... she would simply kill me," whimpered the girl. 

"No, no, she certainly wouldn't. But it WOULD break her heart, you know, 
she's such a nice woman, such a wonderful person...." 

"Please don't tell her, Mr. Norman, please?" 

Suzy's pleading was so innocently childish that Norman was almost tempted, 
for a second, to tell her everything was all right, to forget it, and to 
leave her alone. He nevertheless overcame that moment of scruples quite 
easily and quickly. Again he sighed and then he sat down next to the child, 
turning his head to her and eying her with an air of puzzled unease. 

"What is one to do about this, I'm asking YOU, what am I going to do?" he 
murmured. 

"Oh please, Mr. Norman, don't do nothing!" 

"But then you will continue, you will come up here again and again, and you 
will play with your peepee. Oh I know you will, I know how it is with kids 
like you, they start and then they can't stop, no matter what. Yes, what are 
we going to do?" 

"What if I promise to be good? Cross my heart and hope to die, Mr. Norman? 
What if I really, really promise?" whispered the girl, a glimmer of hope 
coming into her eyes, now that the man seemed to hesitate. 

"You wouldn't keep your promise. Believe me, I know about such things. 
You've gotten the habit, you're sort of addicted by now. Whenever you'll 
think nobody can see you, nobody would ever know, there you would go, 
sticking your fingers into that dirty little place ... Oh yes, yes," he said 
sadly, "I know." 

"How do you know?" she asked. 

"I know, you poor little girl, I know because I have gone through all this." 
Norman looked away from her, nodding his head in a contrite manner and then 
he sighed heavily. 

"You ... you have done what?" she wanted to know. 

"Well, I was a little boy once, you know. And little boys, well, in some way 
they do things very much like what you just did. Only they do it 
differently, because they are made differently. You do know the difference 
between boys and girls, don't you?" 

The child nodded. 

"Yeah, I bet you do!" Norman sounded hostile, ironical again. "Yeah, I bet 
you think of just that when you do it, you think of those little pricks 
little boys have between their legs, whenever you put your fingers up into 
your pussy!" 

"Please ... please don't...." whimpered the girl and buried her face in her 
hands. Norman knew he had hit the nail on the head. 

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that boys fiddle around with their peckers 
just like girls tickle their cunny-holes, see? And I sure used to like doing 
it myself. In fact I still do it quite often, to tell you the truth." 

"You do?" gasped Suzy, turning big, surprised eyes upon him. 

"Yeah ... Wanna see how we fellows go about it?" 

She did not answer. But neither did she say "no," neither did she seem 
frightened. There was something else in Suzy's eyes, something that wanted 
to know, something that sensed how she could get out of her dilemma, yet 
without knowing exactly what was expected of her. 

Norman put his hand on his crotch and felt his prick through the wool. 

"Tell you what, little girl," he said softly. "We could come to some kind of 
understanding, you know. You won't tell on me and I won't tell on you, all 
right? You see, I can't talk to anyone about this, not to anyone who 
wouldn't understand. Now I know that you would understand, Suzy, since you 
are doing things like that too, and if you promise you'll sit still and 
listen and watch, perhaps I'll keep quiet about it all." 

"I wouldn't tell on you to anybody," she assured him, honesty shining from 
her eyes. Norman grinned down at her sweet, round face as he fished his 
prick out of his pants. He saw the girl's eyes shift from his face, down to 
where he was fingering himself, and then he saw them widen in disbelief. 

"What's the matter?" he asked softly. "Bigger than you thought it would be?" 

Silently the girl nodded. 

Norman could tell that the little girl was scared of his prick, yet she 
stared at it with a kind of fascination, as if she were quite unable to turn 
her eyes away. Her pink little tongue flitted across her lips as she 
moistened them, and at the sight of this Norman tensed with desire. Oh, how 
he would have liked to grab that pretty head, force Suzy's mouth open and 
just shove it in, all the way in, and pump until he came! 

PATIENCE, PATIENCE, Norman told himself, ALL GOOD THINGS IN THEIR OWN GOOD 
TIME.... 

"Wanna see how we do it?" he asked softly, grabbing himself and starting to 
stroke the shaft. Up and down went his fist, making the shiny skin on his 
big round glans stretch, making the knob swell out at her. 

"All right, Suzy," he grunted, "now you've got to show me too, you've got to 
do it like you did it before, before you saw me, you know? Go ahead, Suzy, 
do it, or I'll tell your Mommy!" 

The child moved as if in a trance. Her eyes did not waver, they stared as 
before, while her right hand found its way down beneath her skirt. She sank 
back into her pillows a little, her head turned sideways so that she was 
able to observe how Norman jerked himself off, and her skirt began to move. 
Norman quickly leaned over to pull it up as it had been earlier, way up to 
her chest, and there it was, there was the naked belly, smooth and pretty, 
the open crotch and the dancing fingers. 

She was doing it with her hand flat on there lower part of her abdomen, her 
fingers extended downwards so that only the middle one actually reached into 
her slit. She was stroking strictly one little spot, her tiny clit, but she 
was stroking it vigorously. 

"Just like I thought," moaned Norman, fisting himself more rapidly, "yes, 
yes, just as I thought, you little darling ... not even one little hair on 
that sweet cunt of yours, not one!" 

There was the darkness of the opening, just below her frigging finger, the 
mystery of moist, hidden recesses, and Norman longed to stuff his tongue 
into it all, to fuck the child with it, to hold on to her and make her kick 
and whimper with pleasure he was sure he could give her. 

"Give me your other hand," he said in a low, slightly hoarse voice. When 
Suzy did not obey immediately, Norman reached out with his free hand and 
took hers, pulled it to him, transferred his prick into its moist, trembling 
palm and wrapped his fingers around the tiny fist to make it squeeze him. 

"Rub it, Baby ... go ahead, don't be afraid," said Norman, "rub it hard ... 
real hard!" 

He could feel the nervous pressures she exerted with her fingers, twitching 
little movements that made his big body jerk up and down. 

Suzy was apparently so fascinated with what he made her do that she finally 
forgot to go on with her masturbation and soon had both her hands around 
him, feeling the consistency of the turgid organ, yanking it up and down 
with childish clumsiness. Norman did not mind, not one bit, especially since 
her open crotch lay bare and exposed, glistening with a film of moisture she 
had caused to appear, with her delicate finger. 

The man's hand shot out, his thick fingers groping, and for a moment the 
girl's legs were clapped together as if to ward him off, but the effect of 
it was that her sweet young thighs only trapped his hand inside her crotch. 

"No!" breathed Suzy, closing her eyes and turning her head away, yet her 
hands squeezed harder, clinging to the jutting rod they held as if her life 
depended on it. 

Norman's fingers began to move slowly, gently, and little by little her legs 
relaxed. 

"Is that the little button that itches so much?" he purred, "is that it? Did 
I find it now? Oh yes, yes, I know, that's the spot! You just let Uncle 
Norman scratch where it itches, you just open up wide and see how nice it'll 
feel in a minute!" 

Norman fell silent when she gave him complete access to her sex, 
concentration on what he was doing, burrowing into the crotch he had longed 
for, rubbing the minuscule fleshy knob that he could feel hard against his 
fingertip, then slipping down lower, down into the smooth, slippery slit. 

"Ohh ... ohh...." moaned the child, her eyes still closed, and she arched 
her back, bringing her pussy up a little, offering it to the man's touch. 

"Sweet little virgin," he whispered when he had reached her maidenhead, 
smooth and strong, just inside her cunny-hole. His finger had slipped in and 
he could feel the tightness of the orifice around it, he could feel her 
little cunt holding his finger. 

"That's where the boys are gonna put their cocks, you know," he grunted, 
almost breathless with excitement. "That's where they're gonna stuff it in, 
when you're a little older, they're gonna go right through, you know ... 
right through that little skin and up into your twat ... there ... 
there...." 

Norman had not realized his own strength, insensitive to it in his 
excitement, until he noticed the change in the girl. She whimpered, and it 
was a little louder than before, and suddenly her hands left his prick, they 
flew to his wrist and held it, pushed it, trying desperately to get him to 
stop what he was doing. 

"No ... nooo ... oh please," she wailed, but Norman rolled over, almost on 
top of her, and as he did so his finger broke through the hymen. 

It was so sudden that he went in all the way, right up to his knuckles, his 
index finger doing the job of opening the kid, where he had only intended to 
excite her. He could feel the heat inside her body, the tightness and the 
wetness, and he knew that if the roof had caved in over his head at that 
very moment, he could no longer have stopped himself, he would have 
continued. 

"There ... oh yes, there ... there it is...." he grunted, his sweatcovered 
face close to hers, his eyes searching the pain-twisted features. Suzy was 
gritting her teeth and holding her breath just then, and as her lips drew 
back, Norman's big, wide tongue licked across it, from one side to the 
other. 

"Ugghh...." groaned the little girl, quickly turning her head aside. 
Norman's tongue slipped into her left ear and stayed there, moving slowly, 
his licking resounding in her head. 

After a moment's pause, just after having broken through her maidenhead, 
Norman resumed his fingerfucking, and this time it was a thorough job, in 
and out the hole, while his thumb worked on the clitoris. 

The girl's legs were beginning to jerk and for a moment he wondered whether 
it was resistance or response. When her pretty little face slowly began to 
turn back to him, when he saw her blue eyes open, a lost, helpless look in 
them, he knew that she was his to do with as he pleased. 

Norman head not intended to go quite that far when he had sneaked up on the 
child, but when her sweet young mouth opened again, her lips parting softly 
and remaining open as he slipped his tongue across them, and then inside, 
when he realized that she was becoming excited once more, he knew that he 
would fuck her. He would not leave the attic again without having enjoyed 
the wriggling of that slender little body beneath his own. Yet, even as he 
made this decision, Suzy's right hand reached him again, seizing his prick 
and holding on to it, squeezing quite hard. 

Norman's body jerked up and down once, just once, and his cum spilled all 
over her bare belly, it spurted in long, thick jets that inundated her 
crotch and the upper part of her thighs. With a deep groan he sank down on 
her, clinging to her, rubbing himself against her nakedness until it was 
finished. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Easy there, easy ... it's all right, Baby," whispered Norman when the child 
beneath him seemed to go frantic, struggling against his big, gripping 
hands, whimpering as she felt the warmth spilling over her belly, the 
strange wetness of something she could not understand. 

"What happened? What is it?" she finally asked, her voice trembling. 

"It's nothing, nothing at all, it's just that you made me come, you little 
rascal! Why, I came all over you, didn't I?" Norman began to chuckle, the 
tension released, and slowly he lifted himself up. It did not matter, not 
really, he thought. There was still plenty of time to go all the way with 
her, slowly, gently, because he wanted to do it right. Another twenty, 
thirty minutes, and he'd be as good as new. It would give him time to really 
work on her, to excite her like she had never been excited before. Norman 
wondered whether he might not get her to go down on him too, after all.... 

"What is it?" asked the girl, looking down upon her belly, all covered with 
the sticky substance that had spurted from the man's body. 

"Why, it's sperm, that's all it is," said Norman. "Semen, you know. The 
stuff that should go right in there, when people have intercourse." 

With his thick finger he showed her just exactly where that proper 
receptacle for his cum was, digging into her once more, but this time she 
jerked away nervously. 

"What do you want? What do you want?" she asked, and it was almost a 
whimper. 

"I want to get you good and ready for a little fucking, my little angel," he 
murmured, making a grab for Suzy and pulling her toward him. She bit down on 
her lip and resisted but Norman easily forced his hand between her thighs 
and his fingers into her twat. 

"There now, there," he said, rubbing her clitty, digging into her hole, "now 
doesn't that feel nice? Isn't that just fine?" 

"It hurts, it hurts." she wailed softly. The man realized that the moment of 
pleasure was gone, for her, that the soreness of her freshly opened cunt was 
getting to her. He stopped masturbating the little girl and looked around 
until he saw a fairly clean piece of cloth on top one of the boxes. He 
reached for it and pulled it down. It had once been a lady's slip, he 
thought. 

Gently he started wiping his sperm off the girl's belly and thighs, then 
removed the little droplets of blood that had come out of her vagina. 

"Uncle Norman is going to make it all better, you'll see," he said and 
smiled at her, "but first we'll just have to take everything off, won't we?" 

He began tugging on her clothes but Suzy tried to hold his hands. 

"But ... but then I'd be all naked, and in front of a gentleman too ... One 
isn't supposed to...." protested the girl and Norman began to laugh. Oh, the 
modesty of children, he thought, the strict adherence to learned rules and 
principles! 

Of course she would have been told, long ago, not to show her sweet little 
ass to people, to cover herself when company was present. On the other hand 
Norman could ill imagine her prim mother warning her not to let any man fuck 
her, not to allow sperm to be spilled on her belly or fingers stuck up her 
twat! 

Norman let her have her way for the time being, sitting back and looking at 
her as she examined her crotch with slow, hesitant fingers. 

"All right then, little Suzy," he said. "We'll make a bargain. I won't ask 
you to do anything I won't do. But if I take all of MY clothes off, then you 
will do the same, that's fair, isn't it?" 

She looked at him for a moment, her pretty little face expressing utter 
doubt, but finally she nodded. 

"I guess so," she said. Norman could tell that there wasn't just naive 
consent there, there was also a good dose of curiosity. Yes, Suzy wanted to 
know what a man really looked like, a grown man, of course. Norman moved 
quickly in order to show her. 

Although he was a heavily built man with quite a paunch on him, Norman was 
quite proud of his body. It had strength, he thought, massiveness, and if 
others might have called it fat, he didn't. 

Deftly Norman stripped off his pants completely, then wriggled out of his 
shirt and jacket. In his socks and undershorts he stood before the girl, 
pulling up his belly with both hands so that she could admire the slack cock 
that was sticking out of the shorts. 

"Gee, it was bigger before, wasn't it?" she remarked. 

"Yes, and a little harder too," he chuckled, coming closer to Suzy. "Wanna 
touch it again, like you did before?" She nodded, but before her hand could 
reach him he stepped back again. 

"Ah no, no, a deal is a deal. First you've got to take everything off," he 
said and pulled down his shorts. Then he watched as the graceful child rose 
and began to undress. 

Her movements were slow and natural, there was something beautiful in the 
way she raised her arms as she pulled her dress over her head. At last she 
stood before him, naked as on the day she was born, her arms hanging at her 
sides, her tiny breasts all aglow, nipples round and pointy. 

"You're a lovely, lovely girl,.' he murmured, fascinated by the delightful 
vision before him, and before she knew what Was coming he had her by the 
shoulders, forcing her down on her knees and fiercly pulling her face toward 
his crotch. 

"What do you want? What are you doing?" she whimpered, and Norman tried to 
rub his limp prick against her face. 

Suzy succeeded in seizing it with both hands and holding it away from her. 

"No ... no! I don't want to!" she wailed. 

"Into your mouth, Baby ... put it into your mouth!" grunted the man. 

Suzy was becoming angry. Her little face reddened and her eyes filled with 
tears as she looked up at him. 

"Never! That's disgusting!" she shouted. "And it stinks!" 

Again Norman laughed. He decided that he would have to slow down again if he 
wanted to avoid violating the child and risking the consequences of her 
tattling about it, but he found that persuasion rather than violence took 
one hell of a lot of patience.... 

"Sit down, Honey, come on and sit down," he murmured, pushing her away from 
him with gentle hands. "You just sit down and uncle Norman is going to show 
you that there's nothing disgusting about eating out another person. Just 
sit there, like you were before, and I'm gonna go down on you." 

It was quite clear that the poor girl did not understand in the least what 
he meant but since he no longer seemed bent upon sticking his fat thing into 
her mouth she finally obeyed. 

The man's big hands seized her around the waist to push her up a little 
higher, on the pile of pillows, and then it was his turn to kneel before 
her, to sniff at her tender little body, to find the triangle of smooth, 
hairless flesh between her thighs. 

"It tickles ... oh it tickles...." she gasped, jerking about on her 
improvised couch, and then she sighed deeply as she felt the big, wet tongue 
slip up along her thigh, up into the very recesses of her cunt. 

"Mmmm ... mmm...." grunted Norman happily as he lapped the minuscule knob of 
sensitive flesh at the top of the slit. He could smell her now, he could 
tell that there was more wetness that just his own saliva in there, there 
was an oozing of young feminine juices, smooth and bitter-sweet, and as he 
sucked it all into his mouth Norman could feel the hardness return to his 
cock. 

"What are you doing to me? Ohh ... ohhh ... what are you doing?" moaned the 
child, her thighs twitching and her small hands clutching the blanket on 
which she lay. 

"I'm eating your cunt, my little girl," he told her briefly before resuming 
his licking. 

In addition to his hands Norman was using the fingers of both hands this 
time, spreading the girl's gash open and twiddling her clitty with his 
thumbs while he slipped his tongue deeply into her hole. 

"Uhhh ... uhhh...." she gasped, her small body contracting and her legs 
kicking up. Norman knew that he had her where he wanted her, this time, he 
knew that she was quite beyond resisting the waves of pleasure that washed 
over her. 

The girl was ready for fucking all right, decided Norman, but he wasn't. Not 
quite, not yet. He slipped one hand down between his legs to check the 
consistency of his cock and he knew that it could and would become much 
stiffer in a matter of minutes. There was one thing which could hasten the 
process, he decided, and this time he felt that Suzy was ripe for it. 

Carefully he moved up, turning and climbing unto the couch without removing 
his mouth from the child's crotch. Grunting a little with the effort he 
managed to slide up against her, bending at the waist so that he made 
himself shorter, as short as she was, until his prick was finally at the 
same level with her face once more. 

Norman decided that he would ask her just to kiss his prick, just to lick 
the tip of it, he would tell her that he'd stop eating her out if she didn't 
do it, but first he would suck her cunt into a state of complete creaminess. 

His tongue darted into her, slipped out again and returned at an ever faster 
rate of speed. The child's sighs became loud moans and suddenly, to his 
surprise and delight, he felt the moist little hands seize his manhood once 
more. He was about to tell Suzy what to do when he felt the softest, the 
warmest of caresses at the tip or his glans and he realized that she was 
taking it into her mouth on her own initiative this time! 

"Oh yes ... ohhh yesss...." he groaned briefly and resumed his tonguing, 
feeling her strain to force it all into her mouth. 

It wasn't the expert, rapid cocksucking he was used to receiving from some 
of the prostitutes he had been with recently, it was clumsy, groping kind of 
a caress, but so delicate, so heart-felt, so spontaneous, that it made up 
for all its lack in expertise. The little tongue inside Suzy's mouth was 
imitating the movements of Norman's tongue between her legs, now running 
from side to side, now vibrating up and down, caressing and licking the 
distended end of his prick. 

Norman could feel the pulsations begin inside the shaft of his tool, he 
could feel the muscular contractions, quite involuntary, quite violent, that 
seized his crotch, and he knew that he had reached full erection at last. 
More than that, he was reaching the point at which he would send another 
load of sperm flying down the girl's gullet, and much as the thought tempted 
him, Norman had decided once and for all that this time he would penetrate 
her body and fuck her good and proper. 

"What's happening? What are you doing now?" asked the girl, her eyes moist 
and wide, as he mounted her at last. 'Are you gonna wet my belly again?" 

"Not your belly, not from the outside, at least," he replied and kissed her 
burning cheeks. "I'm going to stick my prick into you, my darling ... just 
lie still and don't move for a second. You heard what I said? Don't move, or 
I won't find the hole" 

The child's slender body was heaving beneath his, her legs were spread out, 
her belly pushing up against his as her desire tossed her up and down. 
Norman was fumbling between her thighs, holding his swollen prick in his 
right hand, despairing of ever finding the tiny orifice, when suddenly there 
was wetness and tightness around his glans. 

"This is it, oh yes, this is it," he groaned, pushing hard, and feeling 
himself sink into the spreading, stretching channel of Suzy's cunt. 

"Ohhh ... ohhh...." wailed the little girl, frowning and screwing her eyes 
shut, but at the same time her slender arms wrapped themselves around the 
man's neck and held on as if for dear life. 

Suffering with the pains of a first penetration, whimpering more from 
pleasure than from pain, the little girl clung to her initiator and her 
soft, moist lips were groping for the kisses she craved instinctively, 
without knowing why. 

Together with the prick that slipped into her body, Norman's tongue entered 
the girl's mouth, deeply, wetly, hungrily, and there it moved relentlessly 
as he began to fuck her. 

"Ahh ... ahhh ... ahhh...." groaned Suzy through these kisses, her little 
body squirming and writhing in the man's arms, her tight young cunt clamped 
around his pumping organ, pulling at it, milking it with every movement, 
until an explosion of hot, thick sperm inundated her. 

Suzy's body tensed from head to toes as she screamed her joy, receiving the 
man's ejaculation and climaxing violently at the very same instant. Her 
raised knees beat against his flanks with a vigor he had never expected and 
her tiny fingernails dug into his back and into his shoulders until the 
contractions and convulsions of her pleasure-raked body began to subside. 

Norman looked down upon the naked child, sprawling on the mussed pillows and 
blanket, oblivious of the way in which her oozing little cunt was exposed. 
Her snow-white, delicate skin was covered with perspiration and her narrow 
chest rose and fell as she gasped for air. Norman ran his finger slowly down 
from her neck to her belly-button, down between her tender little tits, and 
he smiled at her. "You're pretty hot stuff, young lady," he murmured. "Lemme 
tell you, you sure are!" 

"You mean I'm good in bed?" she whispered shyly. 

"Good? Listen, kiddo, you're the best. The very best." Norman grunted with 
satisfaction as he patted the child's bare leg as one would caress a horse's 
neck after a good ride. 

"You're just saying that," minced Suzy, all woman suddenly, full of 
coquettishness. "You wouldn't say it if you knew my best friend, in school." 

Norman looked up, alert and interested. "What friend?" he asked. "Oh, 
nothing...." 

"Come on, no secrets between us. You have a boy friend in school? At your 
age? And he doesn't appreciate my little Suzy?" It wasn't unusual, after 
all, for youngsters of her age to start experimenting together, even if they 
didn't actually have intercourse. Still, Norman was somewhat surprised. 

"On no, no, silly," giggled the girl. "I haven't got a boy friend. This is a 
girl, see!" 

"What do you men?" 

"A girl who's really good in bed. I mean REALLY, Mr. Norman. She fucks all 
the time." 

Norman was puzzled. Kids tell such tall stories, after all! Then he smiled 
because of the easy manner in which Suzy had used the word "fuck", almost 
innocently. 

"A girl your age?" 

"Well, she's almost fourteen. But she's been doing it for years now, I know. 
I'm not kidding." 

Norman shook his head gravely. "You know, you mustn't tell stories like that 
about the girls in your school, Darling. People are mean, they wouldn't 
understand." 

"But I'm not telling PEOPLE, I'm just telling you, Mr. Norman. What do you 
think I am, a baby?" Suzy's full lips pouted prettily. 

"You're not exactly a baby anymore," he replied and laughed heartily. "Not 
exactly." 

"Well than ... It's like I'm telling you, Daisy's been going with men ever 
since she was ten. Not so much in the beginning, not everything, you see, 
just doing things to the gentlemen that came to visit her Mommy. I don't 
really know what things, or at least I didn't know when she told me, but I 
think I know now." 

This was becoming interesting, thought Norman. He said nothing and looked at 
the child with great attention. Flattered, Suzy continued to talk. 

"Daisy's a very pretty girl, see. She's sort of black, not really, just sort 
of. She's brown, and it's a very pretty color. She says her mother's friends 
simply go crazy when they touch her skin." 

"Her mother's friends?" whispered Norman finally. 

"Yeah. Ever since Daisy's father went away, a long time ago, her mom's had 
friends and they've got lots of money and they buy nice presents for Daisy 
and her mother. And they sleep with Daisy's mother, or at least they did a 
lot. Now they even like doing it with Daisy better." 

"And the kid's mother?" asked Norman, "she doesn't mind?" 

"No, why should she? When Daisy's doing it, they are very grateful and 
sometimes they give her mother a lot of money. Daisy's mother showed her how 
to do it, you know. First she just let her watch, when she was little, and 
then the men touched Daisy and kissed her while they were sticking it into 
her mother. Later they started doing it all the way with Daisy. Oh, she must 
be the greatest, the way they all run after her." 

Norman smiled and nodded his head slowly, deep in thought. No it did not 
surprise him to learn that a woman in town sold her daughter's favors to her 
better customers. No, this was not the first time he had heard of such 
things. What surprised him and in a way saddened him a little, was the fact 
that he had never learned of it before, that none of the men he knew had 
either bothered to tell him or trusted him enough to tell him. Then it 
occurred to him that he did not really know any well-to-do men in this town, 
that his acquaintances perhaps knew nothing of Daisy and of her hospitable 
mother. 

Norman was not a rich man. But neither was he a spendthrift and he had some 
savings. A few hundred dollars for some real thrills was something he could 
afford, even if only once or twice. A fling, perhaps, a crazy fling, and 
even the presence of Suzy who gave it to him for nothing made no difference. 
Why, it was different that way, actually buying it from a kid's mother, it 
would give him a feeling of immense power ... and that would be exciting. 

"I guess these guys are spending a lot of money for a little session with 
Daisy," he said. 

"Oh yeah, a lot! Gee, Daisy told me once that she and her mother could make 
fifty, a hundred bucks in one evening, at least when there were a few of 
these gentlemen there at the same time." 

Norman made a quick calculation and couldn't quite believe the results. 
Either the poor woman did not have the slightest notion of the worth of her 
wares, or else Daisy was lying about the money. 

"Do you think you could introduce me to your little friend?" he asked 
hesitantly. 

Suzy pouted. "Sure I could," she said reluctantly. "But then you'll only 
want to fuck her and you won't do it with me any more!" 

Norman was quite overwhelmed to find that Suzy not only wanted more but was 
beginning to find out about jealousy. He quickly leaned over the child and 
kissed her cheeks and then her mouth, very softly , very sweetly, and smiled 
at her. 

"Don't be silly, my Darling. I'll always do it with you, anytime you'd want 
me to, I swear! I just thought I might try and find out if Daisy hasn't been 
telling you some tall stories, you know. Wouldn't you want me to? Wouldn't 
you like it if I told you just exactly what happened?" 

Suzy nodded eagerly, grinning up at him. "Oh yes! Hey, that would be neat! 
You're sure you'd tell me me absolutely everything, right?" Again he kissed 
her and swore that there would be no secrets between them. Suzy's tongue 
flicked up against his lips and her right arm rose and came to rest around 
his neck, soft, trembling, delightful. Norman opened his mouth just a little 
and waited. Sweetly, hesitantly, the little girl's tongue crept in and began 
to move around. Softly he sucked on it and, to his surprised delight, felt 
hardness return to his cock. 

"You ... you want to?" whispered the child after a while and her eyes 
brightened. "Do you?" he replied. 

"Mmmm...." Suzy's pretty head nodded vigorously. 

"You're getting wet down there?" Norman asked. 

"Stick your finger in and see," she invited him and spread herself out as 
much as she could, shameless and innocent and childish, so that Norman 
groaned with sudden desire as he bored the middle finger of his right hand 
into the tightness of her little twat. 

"Deeper ... oh yes, deeper...." moaned Suzy and started to wriggle 
frantically. Norman's finger began to churn, making soft, wet noises inside 
the little cunt, and Suzy's sighs in his right ear, as she nibbled on his 
lobe, were enough to stiffen his prick completely for the third time. 

"This time you come on me," he whispered and Suzy giggled. 

"That's silly," she protested, but he was already rolling away from her and 
unto his back, sprawling out on the stack of pillows, his cock hard and huge 
as it stuck up in the air. The thought of being a little passive this time, 
of watching the excited little brat take the initiative and come to him, the 
notion of having her climb on him and impale herself on his dart, added a 
new thrill to his excitement. 

"Come to me, little darling," he murmured, "come and take it if you want 
it!" 

The child's body was soft and warm as it slid over, as her hands grabbed for 
him, as she pulled herself up and finally straddled him. 

"Uhh! It's so "big!" she sighed, holding the prick with both hands and 
spreading her legs over it. Then she bore down on him, her little tongue 
sticking out at the corner of her mouth from concentrating so hard, and with 
a few grunts and a couple of wriggles she succeeded in shoving the tip of 
the tool into her channel. 

"It's working! Gee, Mr. Norman, it's working like this too!" she shouted 
excitedly as she began to slide down. 

"What did you think? he said and laughed. "Come on now, all the way, you 
know. Just let yourself go and feel it shoot up your little cunt!" 

He watched her hips swing from side to side as she wriggled playfully, 
giggling now, forcing herself down a little further. Then she let go of his 
prick and threw her arms out. With a happy shout she let herself fall 
forward, on top of him, and by the time he had her against his chest, 
embracing and kissing her, the lower part of her body had already sprung 
into wild, frenzied action, her cunt sucking on his prick with all the 
fierceness of her young lust. 

"You're something ... oh, you're something else, you little whore ... you 
sweet little whore ... '" grunted Norman, beginning to buck and heave 
beneath this sudden onslaught, and then his senses reeled as he felt yet 
another orgasm approach. 

Suzy and Norman had finished their dinner by the time the girl's mother 
returned home. Stella Barber was bushed and fell into the deep armchair in 
the parlor where she sighed deeply. If anything in the man's attitude or in 
that of the little girl might have aroused her suspicion at another time, 
Stella was too tired to notice anything that night. The furtive and somewhat 
guilty glance the two lovers exchanged never even came to her attention. 

"You better go to bed early," she murmured, turning to her daughter. 

"Oh Mom! Must I?" protested the child. 

"Yes, yes, it's late. I want you in bed at a decent hour, girl, you know 
that." Then she turned to Norman and smiled wanely. 

"I hope she hasn't been any trouble while I was gone," she murmured. 
"Children are so difficult sometimes ... '" 

"Not at all, not in the least," said Norman and smiled. He felt quite sure 
of himself now, sure that he would get away with screwing the daylights out 
off Mrs. Barber's little girl, for as long as he wanted to, as often as he 
wanted to and with a deep feeling of almost boyish glee he added, "Suzy's a 
lovely little girl, you know. I wouldn't be surprised in the least if we 
were to become real good friends." 

"How nice, how very nice," nodded Mrs. Barber. "Say goodnight to Mr. Norman, 
Darling, won't you?" 

"Good night, Mr. Norman," tweeted the child. "And like I told you, I'm gonna 
talk to Daisy tomorrow, promise. Good night again." 

"Good night, Suzy, and thank you," murmured Norman and looked at her, long 
enough to see the spark of utter mischievousness glimmer in her blue eyes. 
Suzy whirled and ran upstairs, leaving him to explain what she had meant. 
What a little devil, he thought, then turned to Mrs. Barber. 

"Seems that one of her girl friends mentioned to her that her mother has a 
very old silver necklace she might want to sell, he said, "and since I deal 
in such things...." 

"Oh yes, yes, I know," said Mrs. Barber without interest. Her boarder's 
somewhat marginal occupation, this buying and selling of antique jewelry, 
paintings, furnishings sometimes, had never impressed her as being quite 
respectable. There was something musty and furtive about it, she thought, 
something like dealing in second-hand clothing. 

Well, one couldn't always be choosy, when it came to the people one rented a 
room to, she thought. At least he seemed to get along with Suzy, and that 
was a relief to her. Mrs. Barber was quite aware of the fact that 
outstanding children are sometimes a little difficult to live with. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Standing in front of the somewhat shabby looking, once-white frame house on 
11th Street, Norman knew a moment of hesitation. What if it all turned out 
to be a hoax? His young mistress had already surprised him in more than one 
respect, he told himself, and he no longer felt that she would be incapable 
of just about anything. 

Norman hesitated, yes, but at the same time the lust for that which he hoped 
to find behind those curtained windows, for that which he had been promised, 
made it quite impossible for him to back down now, to retreat without 
finding out for sure. He decided that he would not make a move, not say a 
word that could compromise him in any way, that he would wait for all 
initiatives to come from the inhabitants of the little house. 

There were weeds in the front yard, as well as a few rusty tin cans. This 
air of neglect, everywhere, of a kind of slovenness, instead of repelling 
the man had a quite contrary effect on him. It all fitted in somehow with 
the image he had, of the slovenly little whore inside, a girl-and a 
mother-with so little respect for themselves and for each other that they 
would afford him an opportunity for slovenly, dirty fucking, a prospect that 
stiffened the meat inside his trousers in anticipation as he stepped up to 
the door and rang the bell. 

It was a shaky, ugly sound, that ringing somewhere, deep inside the house. 
Steps approached almost immediately and then the door was opened and he 
stared into the deep, brown eyes of a quite magnificent looking creature. 

Not even the tattered house-coat she was wearing, not even the torn, bulky 
slippers on her slender feet, could detract from the woman's exotic beauty. 

Her face was round but very delicate in its features, the lips full and 
sensuous, slightly contemptuous of the world, of herself, of the man before 
her. The woman's skin was light brown, a golden brown that shimmered with a 
mat gloss in the evening twilight. Norman could not help investigating the 
perfection of this skin with roving eyes, letting them wander down from her 
face to her neck, a long and slender neck, and then to the top of her chest 
over which she clutched the collar of the housecoat. 

"I ... I'm Norman," he said hoarsly. The woman's face broadened with a grin. 
It made her look deliciously vulgar and voracious, with strong, white teeth 
flashing. 

"So you're Norman," she murmured, her voice smooth, caressing. "So what's 
that to me?" 

"I ... I was told that you'd know about my visit," he stammered, suddenly 
embarrassed, almost sure that it was all a mistake. 

"And what do you want of me?" she asked "Or is it me you came to see?" There 
was a little light of amusement flashing in her eyes and Norman understood 
that she was testing him, that she wanted to be sure. 

Norman felt droplets of sweat on his forehead and on his neck. Yes, what did 
he want of the woman, indeed? Nothing, really, and she was waiting for him 
to say so, to tell her the purpose of his visit, she was waiting to hear the 
word, that's all! Norman found it very hard to explain himself all of a 
sudden. 

"It's ... it's Daisy, Ma'm...." he began. 

"Daisy? My little Daisy?" The woman's eyebrows shot up but her eyes were 
still smiling. 

"Well, you know...." 

"I don't," she assured him. "I don't know nothing, unless you tell me, 
Mister. A person can't be too careful, right?" 

"Right," he said and nodded. He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the 
perspiration from the back of his beefy neck. 

"Can't say it?" the woman murmured at last, and then she began to giggle. 
Her slender hand clutching the top of her coat relaxed a little and Norman 
had a glimpse of darkness, of softness, that made him want to grab and 
forget about the kid. 

"Now let's see," said the woman, cocking her head to one side and feigning 
great concentration. "Let's see, what could a gentleman like you want to see 
my little Daisy for? Maybe you're from the school board and you wanna know 
why she hasn't been to class so often, this past month? Well, she's been 
catching colds all the time, see? Or maybe you wanna see her for something 
else? Well, what is it?" 

"I was told ... I mean, I thought ... well, you must have been told about it 
too, weren't you?" He looked at her and knew that no help was forthcoming. 
He stared and wondered, why is she not assisting me in any way? Her eyes 
looked at him steadily, full of interest, full of irony. Her housecoat had 
opened quite a bit by now and since he was much taller than the woman he 
could make out the very tips of her dark-brown nipples, way down below. 
Norman decided that the time had come to stop pussyfooting around. 

"I wanna screw the shit out of your brat, that's what I am here for," he 
growled, frowning but at the same time ready to beat a hasty retreat if this 
proved to be necessary. 

The peal of laughter that rose from the woman's lips reassured him though. 
She stepped back a little, opening the door wide and nodding invitingly. 

"Well, well, another real gourmet, aintcha?" she said softly. "You like your 
meat nice and tender, Mister, isn't that so?" 

Norman stepped into the semi-darkness of the little parlor. 

"I sure do," he murmured but looked at her with frank delight, now that he 
knew they would understand each other. "I like 'em young and pretty, or else 
I like 'em just a little older and experienced, you know ... like you are, I 
bet...." 

The woman turned away from him as her laughter filled the room. 

"Daisy!" she called out, turning to the stairs that led to the second floor, 
"come on down, darling, you've got a gentleman caller!" 

The she turned to the man once more and the laughter was gone. Her eyes were 
deep, mysterious, as she looked at him appraisingly. 

"You don't know what you're in for, Mister, you don't know at all," she 
murmured in a very low voice. Then she uttered a little sigh. There was a 
shiver running through her shoulders and it was more than enough: smoothly 
her housecoat slipped away from them, down to the floor, leaving the woman 
standing naked, golden, her pointed breasts inviting, in the middle of the 
room. Just behind her, a dark young girl was coming down the stairs. 

There was something almost ludicrous and at the same time, perhaps because 
of it, something deeply wicked and exciting about the girl's appearance. 

Quite small and slender, Daisy's features were as delicate as her mother's 
and the coloring of her skin the same golden brown. But little Daisy was 
dressed up in a manner that reminded Norman of every dirty picure magazine 
he had ever stuck his nose into, and there were not many he hadn't seen. The 
girl was wearing white net stockings held up by a pink garter belt, but 
leaving her immature little crotch totally exposed. There were mere traces 
of black, curly hair, forming a small triangle just above the top of the 
slit. The deep, delicious navel was exposed above the garter belt. 

On the child's feet was a pair of spike-heeled black patent-leather shoes 
with straps, such as had gone out of style for quite some time already, but 
Norman could not deny that they did something for the wearer's posture, the 
provocative way in which she moved and advanced as she came down the stairs. 

Daisy was also wearing a bra, a fluffy pink thing made of lace, surrounding 
her pretty little breasts, but leaving the sharp, pointy, black nipples 
bare. High on her long, slender neck, she was wearing a small leather band 
studded with silver, an ornament that reminded Norman of nothing so much as 
of a dog collar. The girl's full, sensuous lips were outrageously made up 
red, her eyelids were bluish with kohl and the corners of her eyes extended 
with heavy black pencil. 

This, together with the tight little pigtails into which her kinky hair was 
plaited, two stiff black curves framing the lovely face and ending in pink 
bows, completed a picture of incredible ambiguity. 

The thing which made Norman's spine tingle with excitement and brought new 
hardness to his cock was Daisy's expression, the total innocence of her 
roundish, doll-like face, and which stood in such contrast with her manner 
of dressing-or undressing. 

"Hello," she breathed, a little smile on her lips, and took a few steps 
which brought her to the middle of the staircase. There she stood, graceful 
and poised like a fawn surprised by a sudden noise in the forest underbrush, 
her right foot reaching down for the next step. Her right hand came up. It 
was holding a lollipop which she now slid into her mouth and which she began 
to suck with a slowness that suggested more sensuous, forbidden pleasures to 
the staring visitor. 

"No panties?" asked her mother. There was mock-surprise in her voice. "Is 
this the way you were taught to receive company?" 

"Yes, Mother," murmured the child, removing the lollipop from her mouth. 
"You did tell me to always show my cunt when it was a gentleman coming to 
visit, didn't you?" 

"So I did, so I did, "murmured the woman, then turned to Norman and smiled 
at him. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Mister?" she said, 
pointing to the armchair next to the couch. 

Norman had a feeling of unreality as he sat down, opened his fly and let his 
hugely erected penis pop out. His eyes darted from the woman to her daughter 
and back as he stroked himself rather vigorously, the woman's approving 
smile seeming to encourage him. 

She went to take the girl's hand and gently tugged her into the middle of 
the cozy little parlor, until they both stood before the masturbating man. 

"Aren't you going to show the nice man what you've got for him, Darling?" 
asked the woman. She was holding Daisy by the shoulders, turned toward 
Norman, and when the little girl began to giggle softly, shyly, she bent 
down and gently slid her tongue into Daisy's left ear. 

The child's body began to squirm as she tittered. Soft brown arms slid 
around her slender little frame and pulled back, and suddenly the woman was 
sitting on the couch, facing Norman, Daisy on her knees, straddling them, 
her opening, glistening slit revealing the darkness of a tiny orifice in the 
middle. 

Like a burrowing worm, the woman's right middle finger slid down into 
Daisy's crotch and up into her cunny hole. Three times it moved back and 
forth, then emerged, covered with the sweet slime of the child's lust. She 
held out her hand, the finger pointing toward Norman's nose. 

"See how she gets when she sees a fat prick?" the woman chuckled. Norman 
leaned forward and sniffed the finger. There was the acrid, pungent and yet 
clean, cunty smell he had expected, only now that he actually experienced it 
his desire of the girl became overwhelming. 

He half-rose from his seat, holding his cock and fumbling with his 
belt-buckle at the same time, until his trousers dropped to the floor, but 
the child's mother shook her head. 

"Not yet, not yet," she smiled. "Sit down, Mister, or don't you want to see 
her get real hot?" 

The man grunted and sank back into the armchair, his eyes half-closing, 
shiny, feverish beneath the heavy lids. 

With her left arm the woman took a firm hold of her daughter, pulling her 
back against her chest and leaning into the couch. Daisy's legs went up even 
further, long, slender, the insides of her thighs smooth and soft, the lips 
of her little gash opening delicately. 

The woman's finger disappeared once more into the opening, and this time 
began to piston back and forth, up and down, going so fast that it almost 
seemed like a blur to Norman. The result was quite spectacular. 

Daisy immediately began to sigh and moan, her toes curled up and her legs 
trembled as she held them up and open. Her entire body came to life, 
wriggling and squirming and jerking with violent spasms, until her mouth 
opened wide for long screams of pleasure. 

"She's gonna come now, Mister," said the woman, her voice a little 
breathless. "She always hollers like that when she comes." 

A thick trickle of cunt-juice was beginning to come down along the moving 
hand, along the insides of the child's thighs. The smell of her excitement 
was beginning to fill the room. 

"There you are, Baby ... there, there...." grunted the woman, fucking the 
child with her expert finger, slowing down at last, then speeding up for one 
last surge for the grand finale. 

Norman did not let her finish. When the girl's orgasms seemed to reach its 
peak, when her joyful cries and whimpers rose to a shrill pitch, he slid 
from his chair, down to his knees, lunging, groping, until the woman 
laughingly removed her hand to give him room. 

She clapped her hands against the insides of the girl's legs, holding and 
spreading her for the man, grinning down at him as he swallowed in the 
wetness of Daisy's crotch. 

Licking and slurping avidly, Norman was eating out the young cunt, his 
tongue searching for more and more oozing juices, his throat working hard as 
he swallowed whatever he could get out of the kid. 

"That's it, Mister," purred the woman, "that's the way ... Oh yeah, just 
keep going like that, Mister, keep sucking that sweet little cunt, I know 
how good it tastes, I sure do! Oh yeah, oh Baby, what did I tell you, didn't 
I say he'd be doing it? Ain't it the end, the living end, Baby?" 

"Ohh ... ohhh...." whimpered the child, her body raked with convulsive 
pleasure-spasms. "Ohh ... Mommmy" 

"You're gonna have to do this for me too, some time," chuckled the woman. 
She was struggling hard to keep the girl's erratic movements in check, to 
maintain her in place for the man. No matter how wild Daisy's trashing, no 
matter how frantic the pumping, up-and-down movement of her little crotch, 
Norman never for a second lost contact, his head following every jerk, every 
twist, his tongue drilling relentlessly into the minuscule hole. 

"You wanna fuck her now, don't you?" laughed the woman. "You want her real 
bad, right?" 

"Oh yes, yes," groaned Norman, pulling himself up, groping for the girl's 
tiny breasts, tearing her flimsy bra at the same time. 

"Well, here it is, Mister ... here it is!" 

The woman let herself roll sideways, pulling the girl along, holding her on 
top of herself with legs spread out, and Norman lunged. 

For a while he struggled, trying to find the sheath for his prick, but it 
seemed to move away from him. There was soft flesh against his belly and 
thighs, soft young flesh in his hands, and finally a solid grip, coming out 
of nowhere, it seemed, around the shaft of his throbbing cock. 

"Come now ... come ... there it is, there ... '" The woman's voice was low 
and soft, and then there was wetness and warmth around Norman's flesh. He 
moaned with relief and delight, knowing at the same time that it was not the 
child but the mother he had penetrated. He was fucking the woman with Daisy 
wedged in between them, Daisy squirming and batting her eyelids as if she 
were the one to get it, Daisy reaching for Norman's shoulders, pulling and 
tugging, openingher mouth and moving her tongue rapidly, until he started 
kissing her. 

"Fuck me, Mister ... fuck hard ... Ohhh ... ohh yes ... '" moaned the woman, 
"oh your sure got a good cock on you ... nice and hard ... give it to me, 
mister...." 

Daisy began to squirm as if she wanted to free herself. Norman lifted his 
head and looked down at her, wondering what was happening, but the girl 
smiled at him and he pushed himself back further to let her go. As soon as 
she was free he sank back, this time into the woman's arms, feeling the 
solid hardness of her nipples against his chest, those big, black nipples he 
wanted to suck, and he pumped her with greater vigor than before. 

"You're still gonna let me screw the kid, aren't you?" he murmured into her 
ear. 

"Sure will, Norman ... but me first, see? Come on, fuck me hard, darling, 
and call me Donna...." 

Norman thrust his cock deeply into the woman's sex and took her mouth. Her 
tongue was agile and quick, playing with his and darting around, searching, 
tickling, and it was the only thing he was conscious of for a while, at 
least until he felt the cool, firm little hands gripping his buttocks. 

Norman tightened his muscles. He knew that it was the little girl and he 
could feel a tingling sensation right inside his asshole, as he anticipated 
some extraordinarily intimate caress. 

For the time being, the girl's fingers simply probed and squeezed his flesh, 
her thumbs sliding slowly, very slowly, into the crack and toward his anus. 
Norman speeded up his fucking, waiting for the thumbs to enter him, but they 
never did. Instead, they simply pulled and pried, opening him, exposing his 
hole, and then there was the hot flash of the child's tongue entering his 
shithole. 

"Ahh ... ahh...." groaned Norman, no longer in control of his movements but 
simply letting himself go to the purely reflex-action of every muscle, and 
when the tip of the small tongue slid up into his bowels he felt his sperm 
gather, felt the pressure mount, and gripped Donna tightly as he waited for 
the squirts to come. 

"Yes ... oh yes," murmured the woman ecstatically when the first gobs of cum 
were injected into her cunt, "oh yes, give it to me...." 

Her back arched upward, her body lifting that of the man with unsuspected 
strength, her legs trembled as they supported them both and her snatch 
contracted with long, vigorous sucking motions that seemed to milk the sperm 
from his balls. 

"Give ... give...." groaned the black woman, writhing under him, her 
beautiful arms powerful in the way they clung to his body. 

At last the orgasm was completed for both of them, their movements and their 
wild, animal cries were subsiding, and they were still. The only movement on 
the couch was the continued, steady bobbing of the little teen-ager's head 
as she kept on searching Norman's insides with her tongue. 

"Well," said Donna softly after a while, "think you can give the little one 
what she needs?" 

"Oh, not yet, not yet," laughed Norman, sliding his hand down to check on 
the consistency of his cock. It was quite soft now, coming out of the 
woman's snatch, covered with her slime. 

"Turn around and give the kid the other side, for a change, you'll see, 
it'll do wonders for you," said Donna. 

Even a man like Norman felt a Pang of reluctance, mixed with excitement, as 
he twisted on the couch, turning until he lay alongside the woman and 
presented his wet, gooey crotch and genitals to the child's kisses. But 
Daisy, her sweet face glowing with innocent glee, ran her hands through the 
mess, then seized the man's prick at the root. 

"You made him come real good, didn't you, Mommy?" she piped up, then leaned 
over and opened her mouth wide. Norman shuddered as he felt the sweet lips 
tighten around his shaft and the tip of an agile little tongue dance around 
and around over and under his hot and throbbing wet glans. 

With a sigh of satisfaction Donna sat up and began to stroke her daughter's 
back and buttocks. Quickly removed what little there was left of her outfit, 
pulling down the net stockings and then climbing back up along the insides 
of the always willing, always spreading, shapely legs. 

"She does a good job no matter what," said the young mother, "but still, 
there's nothing like a good finger-job to keep her on her toes, is there, my 
darling?" 

"Mmm ... mmm...." agreed the girl, her mouth full, as motherly fingers went 
to work on her tiny clit and on her asshole. The child's body began to jerk 
again and the sight of it, now totally naked, delicate, graceful and yet 
full of young strength, soon brought stiffness into Norman's tool. 

"I hope you didn't mind fucking me first," said Donna and smiled. She spoke 
without interrupting her lewd caresses on the girl's crotch and behind. 

"It was lovely," sighed Norman. 

"You're pretty darn good yourself, you know," purred Donna and nodded 
approvingly. "You see, I always try and get the fellows to slip it into me 
first. Call, it over-protectiveness, if you want, but I just feel I should 
make sure a guy has what it takes before I let him ream out that little 
darling of mine. I mean after all, she's still so young ... Later on, I'll 
probably trust her to come out of it all right, even if some man doesn't 
make her come, right my sweet?" 

The last words were addressed at the child and the girl gave Norman's prick 
a quick squeeze, milking it upward with her right hand, so that a residue of 
sperm was forced out and into her mouth. Then she turned, her eyes sparkling 
mischievously, as she lifted her face to her mother. Norman's prick came to 
full attention when he saw how the child transferred the sticky substance 
from her mouth into that of her mother in a long, shuddering kiss. Donna 
sucked and swallowed, then paddled the girl's behind lightly with a series 
of love taps and finally turned her around once more. 

"All right, all right, sweetie, enough horseplay," she told her. "Let's get 
down to serious business, shall we? Let's show the nice gentleman what we 
can do, all right?" 

Daisy seemed to have practiced every movement she made many times over. 
Everything was so smooth, so sure and seemingly easy! Yet, thought Norman, a 
prick of the size his own had now become, stuffed into a cunny-hole as tiny 
as the one Daisy sported, would certainly have produced some gritting of 
teeth and perhaps a tear of two of pain with a less well-trained child. 

Daisy straddled the man, hovering over him with her legs bent and spread, 
her small dark fists holding his cock at the root. She was massaging it 
expertly while thrusting her little cunt at the turgid glans, forcing it 
down so precisely that she was penetrated dead-center. There was not the 
slightest sign of discomfort or pain on the girl's face, well on the 
contrary. She grinned happily as if engaging in some innocent game with her 
schoolmates, and only when she was solidly impaled on Norman's cock did her 
eyes begin to flutter and her breath became shallow, rapid. Her slender body 
squirmed as she began to bounce. 

"I like it ... ohh yes ... oh I like it...." she whispered, and her cunt 
made clicking wet noises with every shove. Her mother steadied her from 
behind, holding her under the armpits. 

"That's my girl, that's my Baby," she murmured, '-oh you're doing just fine 
... just fine! You show Norman what you can do, don't you? That's it, Daisy, 
that's exactly it. Up and down, up and down, look at him! Just look at his 
face, I bet you're gonna make him come pretty soon." 

"I wanna come too, Mommy," pleaded the child, her movements quicker than 
ever, her voice shaking. 

"I'm going to help you, you'll see," said her mother and slipped her right 
hand down, over the sweet, round belly and into the girl's crotch. Expertly 
she began arousing and titillating the child's clitoris which was not 
undergoing any other friction in the position the couple had assumed. The 
woman's touch seemed to work wonders indeed, for no sooner had she begun 
jerking Daisy off, than the child began to wail with the oncoming spasms of 
her orgasm. 

"Don't worry if she comes before you, Norman," said Donna. "She's very fast, 
but she can have one climax after the other. In any case, as soon as she'll 
feel your stuff squirting up into her, she'll have one. Just lie back and 
relax, Norm, O.K.?" 

He nodded and grinned up at mother and daughter. Just the knowledge of what 
they were to each other was doing something special for him, was getting him 
hotter than if it had been otherwise. Vaguely the thought of Stella Barber, 
of Suzy, of a warm, messed-up bed with these two on it, passed before his 
eyes, and all of a sudden the sperm began to come, just in time to catch 
Daisy at the peak of her own orgasm. The springs of the couch groaned as the 
two bodies twisted and jerked, as the girl fell forward, released by Donna's 
hands, and as she clung to the man while the last shivers of pleasure ran 
through her nervous little body. 

"Well, Baby fucker, how was it?" asked Donna, standing over the disparate 
couple, her hands in her hips and a smile on her pretty face. 

Norman did not bother to answer and simply kept running his hand from the 
child's shoulders to her buttocks, caressing her, stroking her as she 
regained her breath. 

Donna sat down on a little foot stool which she pulled close and for a long 
time she just watched them. Her eyes were luminous in the gathering darkness 
of the room, bright in the dusky face. Finally she put her hand on Norman's. 

"You're a pretty nice guy, you know?" she said throatily. 

"Whaddya mean?" 

"I mean you're gentle with her, real gentle." 

"How could I be otherwise?" the man shrugged. "I mean, isn't she just the 
sweetest, the cutest...." 

"Yeah, yeah, but you'd be surprised how some of the guys that want her need 
watching! 

You wouldn't believe how disappointed some of them are, simply because the 
kid cooperates and likes it." 

"That's funny," said Norman. "You mean they'd rather she didn't like it?" 

"Right on the button, Norm." They somehow figure that if they're gonna fuck 
a kid that age, it's got to turn out being a kind of a rape, see. That's 
what they think about, in advance, that's what they look forward to. You're 
not like that, are you, Norman?" 

"N ... no," he murmured softly, smiling and shaking his head. He looked down 
at the girl, asleep on his chest. Her face looked more innocent than ever. 

"Because if I'm wrong, Norm'," continued Donna softly, so as not to awaken 
her daughter, "if you'd rather play it another way, try something different 
... well, Daisy and I can arrange something." 

Norman looked up sharply, searching the woman's face. There was an 
expression of lust in it now, something dark and mysterious and promising of 
forbidden pleasures. For a brief moment he wondered whether she was not a 
little mad. 

"What's the matter. Donna? What are you driving at?" he asked. 

"A game, Norman, nothing more. A lovely, lovely game. You know where all the 
excitement is, in sex? Why, it's up there, Norman, right up there," and 
lightly she tapped his forehead with her index finger. 

Norman closed his eyes. Very old, half-forgotten phantasies rose in his 
mind, visions he had conjured up as a boy, when he had begun masturbating 
without really knowing what it was, what the strange urges were that 
hardened his flesh. 

"I don't know...." he murmured. 

"I do, Norman," whispered the woman. There was something conspiratorial in 
her manner, something almost evil but at the same time exciting. 

"Wanna try?" Donna insisted. 

"One should always try anything once, shouldn't one?" he said and shrugged. 
"I only wouldn't want to do anything the kid wouldn't want to, see...." 

"Are you kidding?" laughed Donna, "you just wait and see how she puts her 
heart into it." 

She leaned forward and softly brushed her hand over the girl's hair. Daisy 
stretched and lifted her head, eyes blinking sleepily. "Come, baby, come 
upstairs with me. The evening is just beginning, see?" 

"Sure Mommy, sure," said the child happily and rose from her new lover's 
chest, stood and stretched once more, her nakedness like a reed in the wind, 
then took her mother's hand and followed her upstairs. 

"Get dressed, Norman, let's pretend you're just arriving, O.K.?" Donna 
called down from the upstairs landing. With a puzzled smile on his face, 
Norman began slipping on his pants and shirt. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Norman looked up when he heard Donna coming downstairs. She too was dressed 
now, wearing a revealing white gown that opened on her beautiful chest, the 
decollete barely covering the nipples of her breasts. She was barefooted and 
every step she took revealed the shapeliness of her long legs as the skirt, 
slit on both sides, fell back. Her arms were bare, except for the golden 
slave-bracelet above her right elbow. 

"The girl is upstairs, Sir," she murmured, demure, formal, distant, her eyes 
cast down. She was more desirable than ever now, thought Norman. 

"The girl?" he asked softly, determined to play the game as well as he 
could. 

"Why yes, Sir," said Donna, "wasn't it what you had ordered? She is a 
virgin, of course, and I am afraid a somewhat unruly one, but please don't 
worry, I shall be helping you if need be, I know how to handle these little 
ones." 

"Do you now?" asked Norman, "will you make sure I'll get my prick into her?" 

For a fleeting moment the woman's eyes flashed with lust, but then her 
eyelids veiled them again as she looked at a spot on the rug, just at her 
feet. 

"You can trust me," she said. "I always take care of the new ones, you sec. 
This one's brand new, still quite wild, but I know how to handle her kind. 
Will you kindly follow me, Sir?" 

Norman nodded and rose to his feet, feeling a new erection grow between his 
legs. There was mystery ahead, a strange new situation in which he would 
play the role of the master, subduing and enjoying a frightened, resisting 
little virgin, and the idea was beginning to appeal to him much more than he 
had thought possible. 

He climbed the stairs to the second floor, following the young woman to the 
end of the corridor where Donna slopped and turned to him, her hand on the 
heavy door that was there. 

"Have you had much experience in deflowering these little bitches?" she 
asked sweetly, and Norman shook his head. 

"Above all, you must not worry about the way they carry on, sometimes, since 
they don't really know what's good for them. This one seems to be quite 
difficult, in fact, and I've been unable to fingerfuck her into orgasm so 
far, even though I spent most of the day frigging her. Actually her clitty 
should be quite sore by now, so that she's likely to put up a fuss when you 
take her. But like I said, I've got ways and means to break the little brats 
down. Shall we...?" 

Donna produced a ring with heavy keys on it and used one to unlock the door. 
She pushed up open and preceded Norman into the warmly lit room. 

The light was coming from candles flickering along the wall, and the walls 
themselves were not of the kind one might expect finding on the second floor 
of a wooden frame house. Norman couldn't tell either it was real or not, but 
the entire room seemed to be built of large, roughly hewn stones. A dungeon, 
deep down in some medieval castle, could not have looked much different, 
thought Norman. 

As for the "prisoner" inhabiting this place, Daisy was perfect for the role. 
Trembling, cowering and rolling her eyes up at the entering couple, the 
half-naked child was straining against chains that held her arms fastened to 
two large rings in the wall. She was sitting on a small cot, an iron frame 
with straw-filled burlap bags for a mattress, and the tattered little tunic 
she wore covered but little of her pretty, young body. The wide, iron cuffs 
on her wrists rattled as she pulled on them with apparent desperation when 
Donna approached. 

"No ... nooo ... please...." she whimpered, her lips trembling, her large 
eyes actually filling with tears, but her mother paid no attention to these 
protestations as she yanked up the hem of the tunic to expose the girl's 
crotch. 

"There, look at it, Sir," said Donna, "look how nice and fresh and tight the 
girl is. See?" Her fingers pried, pulling open the little cunt, and Norman 
was quite able to forget that he had already possessed this treasure he 
managed to convince himself that he was seeing it for the first time, 
perhaps the fist man to lay eyes upon it. 

"Ouch ... ouch ... Oh please don't...." whimpered Daisy and writhed jerkily 
when the woman began rubbing her with one finger. 

"There ... there ... for hours I've been at it, with the bitch, and that's 
all I get for my troubles, a lot of lip, that's all!" 

The more Daisy squirmed, the harder her mother continued to masturbate her, 
but Norman noticed that she never once slipped her finger up into the 
twitching little hole. After all, wasn't Daisy supposed to be a virgin? 

"Some of them are like that, you know," remarked Donna and shrugged, letting 
go of the child at last. "All that frigging doesn't do a thing for them, 
what they need is something inside, way inside. You hear that, you little 
brat? You're going to get just exactly what you need, this time, and you 
better appreciate it! This nice gentleman is going to fuck the shit out of 
you in a moment. Aren't you, Sir?" 

Norman grunted and nodded, busily engaged in extracting his stiffened tool 
from his trousers. 

"You'll want to stuff it into her mouth first, of course, won't you?" said 
Donna. And with that her hands grabbed for the little girl's head, for the 
stiff little pigtails, she climbed on the cot with her, holding her from one 
side and pushing her forward so that the girl's raised arms were stretched 
taut by the chains and the pretty, frightened face bent forward over the 
edge of the cot. 

"Just step up, Sir," said Donna, "step right up and give it to her. Don't 
worry about a thing, she won't bite. Not if she wants to keep her teeth in 
her mouth, isn't that right, you little brat?" 

A warm, delicious feeling ran through Norman as he approached, hefting his 
prick with his right hand. It was something utterly violent, utterly cruel, 
that he was participating in, at least on one level. On the other level 
though, the one on which he might have felt guilt, he was at peace. The part 
of him which did not participate in the game, a dormant part right now, knew 
that it was a game, a play, as on a stage, but just as this knowledge does 
not prevent the spectator from becoming totally involved with the action 
taking place before his eyes, so did this game seem real enough for Norman 
to appreciate the excitement, the delightful refinemts of the situation. 

"Open your fuckin' mouth, little whore," hissed Donna, pushing the girl's 
head forward with one hand and pressing thumb and index finger of the other 
hand against her jaw, to force it open. 

Daisy was making pitiful, whimpering sounds, her sobs stopping quite 
suddenly when Norman drilled his prick into her mouth. 

How soft it was, and how warm, in there ... how utterly delicious, this 
drooling, twitching little mouth of hers ... Norman reached out with both 
hands, holding the girl's head, and Donna moved back to let him take over. 
She began tearing the tattered tunic from the child's back. Sinewy young 
muscles, straining against the retaining bonds, slender arms stretched, a 
long, lovely neck bent forward, were displayed before the pumping man's 
eyes. 

"If you want to come like this, Sir," remarked Donna, "please don't pull 
back at the last moment. I must insist that she get used to swallowing 
everything." 

Norman felt power surge through him, he was certain that an ejaculation into 
the girl's mouth would not incapacitate him for the rest of the evening. It 
seemed to him as if he could continue fucking indefinitely, as if one 
erection would follow the other, for as long as he wanted to continue. 

When Donna slid from the bed and crawled to him pulling her dress off her 
shoulders to reveal her breasts, when she lifted her head to touch his balls 
with her tongue, Norman injected thick gobs of sperm into the teen-ager's 
mouth and he could hear the gulping sounds of her swallowing. 

"Everything, little bitch, every last drop, you hear?" said Donna sharply 
and stood up, now as naked as the little girl. She moved toward her, 
embracing her and stroking her when Norman had finished and had pulled out 
his tool. She held the girl close, her lips searched for the small, 
sperm-drooling mouth, and then Donna began to lick it, began exploring it 
with her tongue, visibly excited by the taste of male emission, trying hard 
to steal as much as possible from her daughter. 

"I'm going to take off the chains now," said Donna, "but I don't want any 
nonesense, you hear? I want you to hold still for the fucking, with your 
legs nicely spread out, like I told you. The gentleman is going to stick his 
prick into you, right there, you see, right in the middle, and if you're 
good and quiet it won't hardly hurt. And now I want you to go down on me, 
like I taught you, I want you to work on my cunt a little, so the Mr. Norman 
can see it, I'm sure it'll make his prick hard in no time." 

The chains fell from the girl, the woman began pushing her down, between her 
legs, everything seemed to be going according to plans, when Daisy suddenly 
twisted sideways, escaping Donna's grip, rolling off the cot and darting to 
the far-end of the room. 

There, Daisy crouched down, unable to go further, she crossed her arms over 
her naked, trembling body and began to whimper pitifully. 

"I don't wanna do it ... I don't wanna get fucked...." she sobbed, "It's 
gonna hurt ... I know it's gonna hurt ... Oh please, please don't...." 

Donna's face twisted in rage as she too sprang up and ran to the girl. She 
bent down to her, in the corner, her sinewy naked body hiding the little 
culprit from view, and Norman could only make guesses as to what was taking 
place. There was a shrill scream, and then another, followed by bitter sobs. 

"That'll teach you, you little bitch," hissed Donna, straightening up and 
pulling the girl along by her right arm. The child was struggling 
desperately, her pretty mouth trembling and her moans still loud and 
pitiful. Norman tried to guess at what had been done to her, realizing that 
in all likelihood the woman had not even touched her, but free to imagine 
whatever he wanted. 

"And now you are going to do exactly what you are told to do, you hear, you 
little bitch?" Donna admonished her. "You are going to kneel on the floor, 
right in front of me, and you are going to stick your tongue into my twat 
and move it around, you hear? I want to feel it move, baby, really move!" 

Donna sat on the edge of the cot, spread her legs and revealed the moist, 
dark, recesses of her beautiful cunt. The bush of black, curly hair above 
opened around the slit, leaving it exposed and ready. 

With another whimper, Daisy knelt down and put her hands on her mother's 
thighs. They opened even wider, Donna leaned back on the cot, arching her 
back and lifting her cunt to the girl's mouth. 

"Come closer, Norman," sighed Donna, "come real close and see to it she does 
a good job on me." 

The man did not have to be asked twice. Kneeling right next to the child, 
putting his arms around her slim, trembling torso, he peered down as she 
began tonguing the woman. The slender pink tongue was lapping most 
proficiently, at last, teasing through the slit in one long movement and 
halting at the large, growing clitoris, where a brief, rotating caress made 
Donna jump and giggle 

"Inside, Baby," grunted the woman, "I want you inside now...." 

Norman watched the hesitant beginnings of the oral penetration, watched the 
tip of the child's tongue enter the very edge of the orifice, but then found 
himself carried away by mounting excitement. He placed his right hand into 
the back of the girl's neck and pushed her face into the open, waiting 
crotch, pushed as hard as he could, enjoying the useless and frantic 
resistance of the small body. 

"You suck your mommy now, you hear?" he panted, "you suck her cunt, Baby, 
you go in deep ... there, there...." The warmth of the child, helpless and 
naked in his arms, brought blood rushing down into his genitals once more. 

"Thank you so much, Norman," murmured Donna, "but I think it's O.K. now. 
She's doing all right, you know, she's got her tongue way up my twat at 
last. Why don't you try shoving your prick up into her shithole, as long as 
she's in this position?" 

Norman grinned, almost sheepishly. He realized that he had been carried away 
somewhat and that Donna wanted him to stop handling the child in this 
manner. He released Daisy immediately, and following the suggestion made, 
began probing gently between her firm, round buttocks, his fingers finding 
and caressing the miniscule anus. 

"Huhh ... uhh...." went Daisy, wriggling her backside. 

"Just stick your finger inside, Norman, you'll see how tight it is, in 
there. And don't you worry now, she's been fucked in there before, you see, 
because that's the best way to enjoy a virgin until the day it is decided to 
pop her cherry." 

Without seeming to do so, the girl nevertheless helped Norman in penetrating 
her, lifting her rear-end and spreading her legs, arching her back as she 
sucked without cease, twitching back and forth as if to resist, yet at the 
same time letting her anus gape open as she pushed with her belly-muscles. 

Kneeling up behind her, the man began working his big glans, all stiff and 
round once more, into the tiny cleft. He looked up at one point and saw 
Donna's face, her staring, lust-filled eyes, as she observed every detail of 
this anal penetration. Norman felt desire for her at that moment and pushed 
forward. His cock sank into the depth of the girl's bowels. 

"Oh mommy ... mommy...." whimpered the child, clinging to the spread-out 
legs of the woman and jerking her head to one side, for a moment. 

"Get back to your sucking, little brat," hissed Donna, reaching for the 
girl's head and pushing it down. "Don't you worry about what's going on 
behind your back!" 

As for Norman, he was holding on to the child's hips, humping away with 
grunts of pleasure on his lips, feeling the tightness around his pumping 
shaft coax yet another load of cum to the brink of ejaculation. 

Before he could let his wad fly though, Donna suddenly twitched, moaned and 
shuddered, the tonguing of the child having brought about her climax. She 
pushed the girl away from her crotch, then pulled her up to the cot, thus 
causing the man's prick to emerge fully from her anus. 

"Ready for a good, frontal encunting now?" asked Donna, smiling at him. 

"Time to get your fuck-hole plugged up, my little rascal," she said to the 
girl, rolled her over on her back and leaned over her, pinning down her arms 
and grinning into the child's face. 

Inspired by the sight of these two lovely female bodies, so different in 
their size and degree of development, and yet so similar in a way, of the 
same type, coloring, smoothness, Norman decided that he could wait. 

"Prepare her a little more for me," he whispered, putting one arm over 
Donna's shoulders. He kissed her ear, slipped his tongue into it and waited 
until she giggled. 

"Suck her out, Donna ... I mean, it's only fair, isn't it? Make her good and 
wet for my prick, all right?" 

"If you can wait that long," laughed the woman, " don't think you'll have to 
beg me." She ran her hands up and down the front of the child, rubbing her 
nipples and pressing down on her tummy, repeating this caress several times 
and finally ending at the girl's crotch. 

"Look at that little baby-cunt," she murmured. "Won't you look at that? Just 
look!" Her hands were pushing the slender young thighs apart so that the 
slit gaped and the oblong orifice inside opened darkly. For a brief moment 
Norman stared at it, feeling his prick twitch, and then it all disappeared 
as the woman lunged and pressed her face into the V of her daughter's open 
legs. Her head began to nod. 

"Uhhh ... uhh...." groaned the child, her shoulders moving up to her cheeks, 
her head turning from side to side, her delicate little features glowing 
with pleasure she felt. Norman sat down on the cot and took the child's head 
in his lap, looking down at her and caressing her softly. 

"You like what your mommy's doing to you, do you? Tell me...." 

"I like it...." she whispered, "oh yes, I love it ... Ohhh ... she's 
sticking it way inside me ... way into my cunnyhole ... Oh Mister, hold me, 
quick ... oh please hold me, I thing I'm gonna come...." 

Her slender arms were reaching for him and he bent down to kiss her as she 
clung to his neck. Her tongue, still smelling and tasting of cunt, moved 
quickly and eagerly inside the man's mouth. Her breath, rapid and short, 
presaged an imminent orgasm. Daisy groaned into Norman's mouth when it 
arrived. 

"She's good and wet now, you can bet on that," said the young mother, 
lifting a grinning, cunt-juice dripping face from her daughter's crotch. 
Norman did not resist the temptation of kissing her, of receiving the 
fragrance of the child from the woman's lips first. 

"You just lie there and don't you move," said Donna sternly when Norman 
declared himself ready, at last, to penetrate the little girl. Donna's hands 
spread the flesh on either side of the gaping little cunt, tempting and 
enticing the man with the sight of the pink labia, glistening with juice at 
last, and he knelt between the girl's legs. Donna's right hand seized his 
prick firmly and he let himself go forward, down upon the trembling girl. 

He could feel how carefully the woman was working below, guiding him to the 
goal, rubbing his glans into the wetness of the child's slit, and he began 
licking Daisy's mouth, her eyes, her little nose and her cheeks. This 
often-fucked little girl truly managed to give the impression of frightened, 
inexperienced virgin at this moment, twitching nervously in his arms, 
whimpering from time to time, as if in fear, whenever the pressure between 
her legs increased. 

Norman's prick felt lide a dart chiselled of stone, by now. He squeezed his 
buttocks together and pushed steadily, the woman guiding him at first and 
finally without the help of her hand. His flesh bored itself into that of 
the child and Daisy's legs danced and twitched on either side of him, her 
sweet little moans music in his ears. With one last lunge he buried his 
prick to the hilt and immediately began to copulate. 

The very delicateness, the apparent fragility of this little girl, made him 
want to fuck with almost violent strength, made him pump away with as much 
speed as he was capable of, each new lunge sending his prick burrowing 
deeply into her young cunt. 

"You're f ... f ... fucking me so hard, Mister...." babbled the girl, "so w 
... v ... very hard...." Her words came out in hacked syllables, her voice 
shaking with the rhythm of Norman's hammering prick At the same time she had 
begun clinging to him, small hands warm and moist on his upper arms, the 
tender little face turned to him and receiving every kiss with willing 
readiness. When Norman took her mouth once more, hungrily, his lips open and 
wet, she too opened up and let him have his way with her tongue, moving it 
against his when he went inside, moving her hips at last, lifting herself to 
him and into his lunges. 

Donna had circled around the copulating pair and was standing at the head of 
the cot, facing Norman. She was shaking her head and smiling, almost as if 
she did not think he was doing it right, thought the man. Suddenly she 
reached out to grab the child's wrists, yanking her arms back and holding 
them in an outstretched position. 

"No use resisting any more, little bitch," she told the girl who had not 
resisted in the least. "No use making a fuss, because this time you're 
getting your little tail fucked off, whether you like it or not!" 

It was as if the child had been give a signal, for suddenly Daisy began to 
wail and protest, her body squirming beneath the man's, her teeth biting 
together and her lips curling back as if in extreme pain. 

"Nooo ... nooo ... please no more...." she sobbed, moving her hips from side 
to side in her efforts to escape, which of course was for the effect to 
increase Norman's pleasure. Suddenly it really felt like rape, the rape of a 
frightened, resisting little girl whose chances of escaping her fate were 
nil. Norman knew that his sperm would shoot out in a matter of seconds, he 
wrapped his arms around Daisy and squeezed her in a bearhug that pressed all 
air from her lungs, and when she groaned, her mouth wide open, her eyes 
terrified, he began filling her up with squirting cum. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was not until a week had passed, after Norman's visit to Donna's and 
Daisy's house, that he told Suzy the details of that evening. The girl's 
mother had been home for most of the time, fussing around the house and 
making it impossible for the two lovers to find a quiet hour to spend 
together. 

Despite her mother's presence though, Suzy had found ways and means of 
exciting and even of satisfying Norman. Once she had knelt before him and 
sucked him off, just inside the upstairs bathroom, with the door open so 
that they could hear approaching steps. Stella had been cleaning out the 
basement that afternoon, and although they could hear her come up into the 
kitchen repeatedly, they had continued until the little girl's mouth was 
filled with the fruit of her efforts. 

To visit Suzy in her room seemed too dangerous to Norman, since Stella's 
room was the adjoining one. For the same reason, because of the possibility 
that her mother might look in on her and find the bed empty, Norman had not 
allowed Suzy to join him at night in his own room. Their contacts had 
therefore been limited to the daylight hours, in corners of the house-where 
Stella was not expectd to rummage around at that very moment, but it had 
keep quite precarious all the same. 

Young Suzy seemed as anxious as he for the chance of another, quiet session 
together, and their opportunity came at last when the girl's mother received 
the frantic call from one of the social leaders in town, Mrs. Simmons, whose 
fourteen year old son had taken sick just when she had planned on taking him 
to New York where she was to speak at an important garden-club show and 
convention. 

Widowed but in infinitely better financial circumstances than Stella Barber, 
the woman had often called upon Suzy's mother to baby-sit for young Gary. 
This time, over the protests of the boy who deemed it beneath his dignity to 
be left in the care of his old "babysitter", she needed Stella to take care 
of things during her absence, over the week-end. 

"Now that's the kind of boy I wouldn't mind seeing you play with," remarked 
Stella Barber, when she informed her daughter of her absence over the 
week-end. 

"That little creep?" pouted the girl, and had she not ducked in time, her 
mother's hand would have caught her across the back of her head. 

"I have tried, God knows I have tried, with this child," sighed Stella 
Barber and lifted her eyes to heaven. "Haven't I tried to make a young lady 
out of this brat? I'm asking you, Mr. Norman, haven't I?" 

"You have indeed, Mrs. Barber," he replied, appeasingly. "And Suzy really 
isn't a bad child at all, you know. Kids will be kids, I guess, that's to be 
expected." 

"I don't want her to use expressions such as 'creepy', Mr. Norman, and I 
would thank you to bring the fact to my attention if she should use such a 
vocabulary in your presence." 

Mrs. Barber packed her little overnight valise and with a perfunctory kiss 
on her daughter's forehead she finally left the house. Suzy heaved a deep 
sigh and went to the window, waiting until her mother had disappeared around 
the corner. She then turned to Norman who was reading the newspaper, 
ensconced in his favorite armchair by the fireplace. 

"Mother is right, you know," the girl minced as she came close to him. "You 
must not let me talk dirty. Will you please point it out to me, if ever I 
should use the wrong words? Will you, Norman?" 

He looked up at her, smiling and wondering what she might be leading up to. 

"You see, I was about to slip into vulgar language, right this very moment," 
said Suzy, her pretty nose crinkling up with mock disgust. 

"Would you believe it, Mr. Norman, I was about to ask you whether you'd want 
to stick your fat prick into my fuck-hole and screw the shit out of me, see? 
Now isn't that terrible! I'm glad Mother reminded me of my manners, and so I 
am just going to suggest that you slide your penis up my ... my vagina, I 
guess it is? Yes, Mr. Norman, you'll slide it in there, and then you will 
have intercourse with me until ... until...." 

"Never mind, never mind," laughed Norman, rising from his chair with no 
regrets. "I get the drift of what you want, Suzy. Shall we go to your room 
or to mine? Or do you like the attic best?" 

The little girl's eyes sparkled with mischievous glee. She stared straight 
at the man's crotch. 

"What's the matter, Norm'?" she asked, her voice lower now, almost hoarse 
with excitement. "You wanna waste time? Why not here? I thought you'd make a 
grab for me the minute the old bitch was out of the house, I thought you'd 
give it to me right here, on your lap!" 

With a groan Norman let himself sink back into the depths of his chair. 
There was a distinct bump in his pants, at the height of his fly. 

"Anything you say, Suzy ... any thing...." he murmured and watched as her 
small, agile hands flew to his zipper, opened it and fished out the already 
erect cock. 

"Mmmm...." she said softly, "mmm ... I like it when it's like that, Norman 
... Oh, this is gonna be a good one, you'll see!" 

She stroked the object with both hands, squeezing lightly and pulling toward 
the tip, then pushing forward again, fingers probing for the solidity of the 
shaft she held. 

Norman was convinced now that she had thought of little else, since that 
afternoon in the attic. Her very attitude had changed quite drastically, her 
frustration had brought out the horny woman deep inside this child's body. 
With the rapidity one encounters only in children, she had gone from an 
attitude of ravished virginity to one of a whorehouse madam. Norman was not 
altogether happy over this development. It was the girl's comparative 
inocence, that first time, which had excited him so much. 

Still, when Suzy stood up and pushed down her cut-off denims, when she stuck 
her baby-belly out at him and began fingering her hairless little twat, her 
vulgarity took on a new and charming significance in his ears. 

"You do like it, Don't you?" she asked in a whisper. 

"Like what?" he teased her. 

My cunt ... my twat ... my fuck-hole...." 

"Where did you learn all these words?" he asked. 

"Oh, I knew them all the time, Daisy told me," she explained and gave a 
little shrug. "I just never had a chance to use them. Also, I was afraid of 
these words, but now I'm not. Now I know what they REALLY mean, you see, and 
I like it sooo much!" 

The little face brightened and all the innocence of her age was back. Norman 
reached out for her, his hands catching her at the waist, and he dug his 
thumbs gently into the bare flesh of the little girl. When he opened his 
legs she came to him easily, giggling a little with excitement. Her eyes 
were on his prick once more. 

"You really want to do it like that, on my lap? Without getting completely 
undressed?" 

Instead of answering, Suzy put her hand on Norman's right wrist and pushed 
his hand down to her crotch. She twitched slightly and her cunny opened out, 
to the touch of his finger. The sweet-acrid smell of her slit reached his 
nostrils, and Norman groaned. No, there was no time for undressing, no time 
for amenities, lb-wanted her too much right now. 

"Come ... come on me," he whispered, taking her wrist again, using both 
hands to lift her off the floor. How light she was, he thought, how light 
and fragile in appearance.... 

Suzy swung her legs open as he closed his, putting both knees together, and 
then she straddled him. Norman still held her, supporting her while her 
hands reached into his crotch, seized his prick and pulled it into her cunt. 

Slowly he let her down, feeling his flesh drill into the soft warmth of her 
sex, feeling the tightness of it squeezing him from all sides, and as soon 
as Suzy felt that he was securely planted in the right spot she threw her 
arms around the man and, with one last shove, rammed the shaft home. 

"Ohhh...." groaned Norman, leaning back in his chair and letting the 
delicious feeling of this penetration flow through him. "Ohh Baby ... ohhh 
you're the best!" 

The child's face seemed to glow with pride as she began bucking and hopping 
up and down, twisting her hips at the same time so that each shove felt to 
Norman like a first penetration. 

"You're comfy like this, Baby?" he asked softly. 

"Nice and comfy," she replied. "It feels just fine ... just fuck, Norman, 
just fuck now...." 

His muscles strained as he lifted himself up each time she rammed her belly 
at him, and his hands groped behind the girl, sliding up under her T-shirt, 
feeling the delicate muscles of her sinewy, moving back, descending again to 
the round, fine cheeks of her ass. 

"Squeeze it ... oh yes, Norman ... squeeze it, please...." she moaned into 
his mouth and he kissed her, he tongued her, he pried her ass open with 
firm, hungry hands. 

The child was perspiring from her efforts, Norman's fingers slid with ease 
over the fresh young skin, and suddenly found themselves at the door of 
Suzy's bowels. Gingerly Norman pressed the tip of his left middle finger 
into the hole. 

"Oh yes, yes ... oh please, go in ... push it in...." whimpered Suzy and her 
cunt contracted in a sudden spasm. At the same time her asshole was pulled 
shut, real tight, and yet Norman succeeded in slipping his finger into her 
intestine, as far as the second joint. 

"I'm not hurting you, am I my little darling?" he whispered, and Suzy shook 
her head. 

"I love it ... I love your finger inside my shithole ... oh yes, yes ... do 
it ... do it...." she groaned, her voice trembling with excitement. Her 
humping was no longer deliberate, it was a series of reflex-action 
contractions of the cunt, of convulsive spasms that were beginning to milk 
the first jets of sperm from Norman's prick. 

"I'm coming, Baby...." he groaned, his body jerking up and down, "I'm 
filling you up, little girl ... I'm pissing it all into you...." 

"Yes ... yes ... do it ... oh all of it...." she whimpered, clinging to him 
for dear life, and her asshole pinched his finger as she started to climax. 

For only a few seconds she remained, shivering, in his arms, then Suzy 
jumped up, giggling merrily and pulled the front of her T-shirt down into 
her crotch to wipe it. 

"That," she said contentedly, "was a good fuck!" Then she pointed at 
Norman's crotch, swimming with semen and cunt-juice. 

"It was good for you too, wasn't it?" she remarked. Norman could only nod 
weakly. His legs felt like rubber. 

"And now we're going to do it naked, O.K.?" she said, yanking the shirt over 
her head. 

"Now?" moaned Norman. 

"Yeah, sure, didn't you want to?" 

"You've got to let me rest, baby," he laughed, "just a few minutes, you 
know. Men aren't exactly like you chicks, we have to replace what we squire 
into you." 

"Oh," said Suzy, her eyebrows coming together in a frown. "I forgot...." And 
then they both laughed. 

It was then that Norman remembered Daisy and her lovely mother. He thought 
of the incredible rapidity with which he had recovered after each 
ejaculation. Seemingly ready at all times to satisfy either of the two. If 
Donna were here, just now, thought Norman, if she were to caress and tickly 
Suzy as she had done to her daughter, while he rested, surely his prick 
would rise again within munutes. The very thought already excited him. 

"You know Daisy's mother?" he asked softly, following Suzy with his eyes as 
she paraded around in front of him, showing off her tiny tits and her pink, 
round ass. 

"Met her once," said Suzy. "Did you fuck her too?" 

"I sure did," nodded Norman. "Did you know that she sucks the girl's cunt?" 

"She does?" gasped Suzy, stopping dead in her tracks. "Her own mother?" 

"That's how she started her off, I guess," said Norman. "What do you think 
of it? I mean, does it excite you to think of something like that?" 

The girl pondered the question for a few seconds. She came over to him and 
sat on his knee. 

"You mean, would it excite me if my mother and I were to do the same thing?" 

It was Norman's turn to be startled. He had not even thought of Stella, in 
fact he had never thought of the woman with her clothes off. Stella was 
Stella, as far as he was concerned, a stuck-up widow with a megalomania 
centered upon her child. She was a pain, more often than not, especially 
now, when she was so often in the way of his and Suzy's enjoyment of each 
other. 

Stella naked? Mrs. Stella Baker with her tits out? Stella with her tongue up 
there, between those delicious little thighs he was caressing at that very 
moment? His cock twitched quite distinctly. 

"Would you like it?" he asked softly and took the girl's hand. "I mean, you 
and your mother?" He was somehow delighted to see Suzy blush and turn her 
face away. Yes, there were still so many things about her that he could 
rape.... 

"I don't want to think about something like that," she whispered. "I mean, 
you know Mother...." 

"I know certain sides of your mother, yes," he said, "but there are the 
hidden sides, the ones she herself might not know yet. After all, she must 
have gotten fucked at one time or another, or you wouldn't be here, would 
you now?" 

The girl's face was pensive, as if she was trying to concentrate, to 
visualize this unthinkable thing, her mother with her legs spread out and a 
man on top of her, humping away. Suzy shuddered. 

"Caress me, will you? Let's not talk about this any more," she said softly 
and put her face against his. "Stick your finger into my asshole again, 
Norman ... maybe you'll fuck me there too, whaddya say?" 

She was not fooling him though. Norman knew that he had touched upon 
something vulnerable and sensitive, and Suzy only wanted to divert his 
attention and focus it on herself. 

The alternative she was offering him was not a bad one at that, Norman 
decided, as he inserted his finger deeply into the child's asshole. The 
tightness of it made him shudder with delight. 

"I fucked Daisy's ass too, you know," he said as he reamed her out. "She was 
on her knees, going down on her mother, and I shoved it in from behind." 

"You didn't! exclaimed Suzy, "I mean not when she was ... I mean, she didn't 
really ... did she?" 

"She seemed to love it, darling. Well, you know Donna is a pretty beautiful 
woman, who wouldn't want to go down on her." 

"But Daisy...." 

"Why don't you ask her? Gee, Baby, I can tell you still have a lot to 
learn!" 

Norman took a superior tone with Suzy, knowing that she would resent being 
treated like a child and would do all she could to prove that she was not. 

"Daisy isn't any better than I am, in bed," said Suzy and shrugged 
distainfully. 

"That's not what you said when you first told me about her," replied Norman. 
"But then or now, Darling, how would you know? You haven't seen her do it, 
have you? Or you haven't done anything with her, have you?" 

"Oh no!" Suzy shook her head vigorously. "She's a girl, after all. Why would 
girls want to do it to each other? They can't do it like boys, can they 
now?" 

"Not exactly," said Norman and smiled. Nothing pleased him more than to 
enlighten his little pupil about practices that held much excitement for him 
but were quite unheard of to Suzy. 

"Girls sometimes stick things into each other, you see, sometimes just 
candles, or a banana, but sometimes they can buy artificial pricks made of 
rubber, some of them can be strapped on so a girl will look just like a boy, 
and she'll climb on top of her friend and let her have it. Many times 
though, they just suck each other off. They say nobody can suck cunt like a 
female, you know, probably because a girl knows what feels best." 

"Eeech...." remarked Suzy and shuddered exaggeratingly. Then she pressed 
herself against Norman's chest and slipped one hand into his open shirt, 
caressing his chest and his left nipple. 

"I'd much rather have YOU do it to me, than some girl, Norman," she 
whispered. "You know, you could do it even if your prick isn't quite hard 
yet, couldn't you?" 

"You bet, my little honey-pot!" Norman rose, holding her in his arms, 
lifting her and carrying her, with her arms around his neck and her cheek 
against his, to his room. There he placed her gently in the middle of his 
bed and, without ever taking his eyes off her gleaming, white body, naked 
and squirming slightly with anticipation, he began to undress. 

"Oh look," said Suzy and pointed, "look, you've got a hard-on again! Now you 
won't eat out my cunny...." 

"Oh yes, but I shall," said Norman and smiled. As he sat down on the bed the 
legs of the girl's lifted before his eyes, they spread out and swept away 
from the tiny slit, clean and pink and enticing, that seemed to beg for the 
touch of his tongue. 

"Oh Norman ... Ohhhh...." moaned Suzy as she felt the expert tongue slip 
into her flesh. "Oh Norman ... you're so nice ... so nice...." 

Then her belly heaved up and down, her feet kicked blindly into empty air 
and her behind began to dance on the bedsheet as the man sucked her into 
orgasm. Suzy was coming with little screams of pleasure, she was at the very 
peak of it, when the distended prick of her lover was pushed into her hole, 
pistonning and hammering away with such force that the besprings groaned and 
cried. Suzy's orgasm ebbed and returned instantly, swelling into yet another 
climax, but as she clung to the man, half unconscious with pleasure, a 
bundle of twitching, writhing nerves, no sperm was injected into her. Norman 
was saving himself. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Norman closed his eyes when he felt the girl's lips close over the glans of 
his prick. He leaned back, supporting his torso on his hands, flat on the 
bed, and his portly belly jumped as Suzy slid her mouth forward. 

"Suck it, Baby ... oh yes, yes, suck it some more...." he groaned. Suzy had 
promised that she would do it until she had her mouth full of it. She had 
told him that she loved the taste of sperm, that she would swallow every 
last drop of what came out of him, and Norman thought of that promise as he 
enjoyed her ministrations. 

She was getting better and better, he decided, feeling the constriction of 
her throat give way as she lunged, listening to the small, gagging sound, 
deep in her throat, quickly overcome. He found it hard to believe that so 
young a girl would accomplish the trick, but there was Suzy, taking him into 
the hilt, her lips nibbling in his short hair! 

"Oh you doll, you sweet little doll...." groaned Norman, jumping buttocks 
making his flesh quiver, "you're doing it ... oh yes, you're doing it all 
the way...." 

"Gnnmnngnn...." grunted the child, groping with both hands, massaging his 
balls when her fingers reached them. 

Norman lifted his legs off the floor and crossed them behind the girl's 
head, behind her back, using his feet to hole her close to his crotch. Not 
that Suzy needed holding, for it was as if she couldn't get enough of his 
prick, as if she wanted to crawl into him or suck all of him into her mouth. 

The pretty blond head bobbed between Norman's thighs, the little girl's 
application knew no limits. 

"Little girl ... my little girl...." repeated Norman in a murmur, "swallow 
me, little girl ... drink my cum, little girl ... suck it out of my prick, 
little girl ... oh yes, little girl, little girl ... yes, yes,,, it's 
shooting now ... swallow, drink, suck, little girl ... Ohhh ... Ohhh...." 

Helplessly he fell back, his arms giving way to his weight, as he was 
overcome with the intensity of his orgasm. He could no longer see Suzy, but 
he could hear the gulping sounds, deep down in her throat, as she kept her 
promise and milked every last drop of his emission down into her stomach. 

"Did ya like it?" she asked, grinning from one ear to the other, a slimy 
white trickle of sperm at the left corner of her mouth. She was crawling 
over the prone, breathless, man, nuzzling him and searching his mouth. 

"You still got my asshole left, for tonight," she murmured, snuggling up to 
him. "You haven't fucked it yet...." 

"Oh Darling," groaned the man laughingly, "your sweet shithole will really 
have to wait ar little. Whaddya say we catch a little shut-eye? We'll be 
nice and rested afterwards, you'll see. I always wake up with a hard-on from 
here to there!" 

Suzy pouted prettily and sighed. She declared that her asshole was hot and 
itchy and that it needed some attention, and she didn't mean Norman's 
finger, either. It took some doing, but at long last he convinced her of the 
wisdom of his plan, and after a few more shuddering sighs, her head in the 
crook of Norman's arm, the little girl fell asleep. Norman waited a few more 
minutes, enjoying the sight of her, so close, so warm, so trusting and 
naked, and then he reached out to turn off the light. He thought of what he 
had done and what he would do in the morning, he wondered about his 
unexpected luck, and then he dreamt of the girl at his side, dreamt of her 
dancing and whirling in shimmering sunlight, pirouetting crazily, 
ceaselessly, and he was dizzy. Soon everything faded away and he too was 
asleep. 

The sound of a door closing holds no terror, by itself. Depending upon the 
circumstances though, it can be the most dreadful sound in the whole world, 
and when it happened it cut through Norman's deep, exhausted sleep like a 
knife. His body jerked up into a sitting position and for a moment he 
thought that his heart had stopped beating. 

Instinctively he put both arms around the child at his side and held Suzy 
close, as if to protect her. In her sleep she moaned softly. 

With every nerve of his being sharpened, Norman listened to the familiar 
steps in the parlor, listened to the direction they were taking, and when he 
realized that they were going away, toward the kitchen, he took a first, 
deep breath. 

There was only one door to his room, but there was the window. Frantically 
Norman calculated the girl's chances, were she would climb from his window 
to hers, on the second floor. He tried to remember whether there was 
anything out there for her to hold on to! 

No, it would be safer if she stayed where she was. Her mother might not go 
into her room and she would certainly not come into Norman's, at this hour. 
Slowly, gradually, he felt his pulse return to a slower pace, and then he 
remembered Suzy's denims, her shirt, her socks, lying where she had dropped 
them, in the middle of the parlor! All was lost! 

Norman steeled himself, waiting for the inevitable moment when Stella Barber 
would burst into the room, when her screams would fill the house with 
motherly rage. It was unavoidable now, and knowing this, Norman felt a 
sudden calm come over him. He could do nothing, and therefore could no 
longer worry. What would be would be. 

Why did it take the bitch so long, he wondered? What was she doing out 
there? Didn't she see the clothes on the floor? Stella noticed when a doily 
was wrinkled, she knew it when someone had walked through the house without 
wiping Ms feet, it was impossible that she would not notice anything now. 

It wasn't the inevitable, it was the time it took to happen that made 
Norman's nerves tingle again. At last he decided to awaken Suzy. 

"Your mother's home, Darling," he whispered when she opened her eyes. He 
could see them shine in the dark, could see the terror in them. The 
moonlight, outside, caught itself in a tear." 

"What's gonna happen? Oh Norman ... Norman, what's gonna happen?" she 
whispered as she held on to him for dear life. "Why is she back?" 

Norman realized that he hadn't even taken time to wonder about it. Now he 
tried to think. She could have forgotten something. Or something could have 
happened over there, at the Simmons home, the boy might have taken a turn 
for the worse ... No, that couldn't be it. Gary had eaten too much at a 
picnic and he had a belly-ache, that was all. Stella had mentioned something 
about it, she had even made a remark about Mrs. Simmon's exaggerated 
anxieties when it came to that boy's health. 

Stella could be sick! Yes, why didn't she see the clothes on the floor, why 
was she in the kitchen? Something must have happened to her, and with any 
kind of luck she might even drop dead right now, on the spot, before ever 
opening the door to Norman's room! 

For a fleeting moment, he phantasized about what life might become with Mrs. 
Barber gone. He would be with Suzy day and night, he would have her to 
himself, yes ... yes, that would be it, and when she became a little older 
he would marry her so that she could never excape him.... 

Norman almost laughed out loud at his own imagination. Sweat was pouring 
from his forehead as he slowly disentangled himself from the child's embrace 
and tip-toed to the door. 

"Where are you going? Where are you going?" whimpered Suzy frantically. 
"Don't leave me alone ... oh please, please...." 

"Don't worry, darling ... I just want to find out what's going on. Maybe I 
can hide your things before your mother notices them. Don't worry, I'll be 
right back." 

With one hand he took his bathrobe from the hook on the door, slipped it on 
in the dark, found his slippers blindly and opened the door. There was light 
in the parlor, but no sound came from there. Quietly he slipped into the 
corridor, closing the door silently behind him. 

It wasn't until he reached the parlor, until he had snatched the child's 
T-shirt and blue denim pants from the floor and stuffed them under the 
pillow on the armchair, that Norman heard the low, shuddering sobs from the 
kitchen. Again he felt relief. Whatever it was that made Mrs. Baker cry, she 
would be absorbed with herself, it was the reason why she had not surprised 
him and Suzy yet. 

"Hmmm...." Norman cleared his throat as he stood in the kitchen door, gazing 
down upon the woman. She was sitting at the table, her face buried in her 
crossed arms, and her shoulders and back were twitching with sobs. 

Again Norman gave a discreet little cough, and this time Stella Barber 
whirled, her face aghast, ashen, as she stared at him. 

"Mrs. Barber," he murmured, "is there anything I can do?" 

A long, pitiful wail was the only answer he got, and then her face was 
falling back into her arms once more, her crying louder, more desperate than 
before. 

A feeling of pity stirred in him, even though he had never really liked the 
woman. At the same time he noticed that her arms, bare and round, were quite 
smooth and attractive. It was really the first time he bothered looking at 
her, the first time he was able to do so without her being conscious of it. 
Nice hair, he thought. Full and golden, and quite girlish, the way it was 
now, a little messed up and dangling in all directions; 

"I would like to help, Mrs. Barber," he whispered and reached for the other 
kitchen chair. 

"No, no...." she sobbed. "Nobody can help me any more ... it's all over. I'm 
finished." 

A sudden stab went through Norman. Had there been an accident? Had something 
happened to the boy she was supposed to watch? What else could have put her 
into such a state.... 

"Gary Simmons," he whispered, feeling that his voice was trembling a little, 
"Mrs. Barber, ... The boy! Has something happened to him?" 

"The boy?" She turned again, eyes wide and empty. "The boy?" she repeated, 
and then she shook with a weird, unholy kind of laughter, on the edge of 
hysteria. 

"The boy? You want to know if something happened to him? Why yes, Mr. 
Norman, something has happened to him! Gary is a monster, he is an animal 
... a ... a ... oh nooo ... nooo...." And again she sagged, in tears. After 
a while her head began to shake from side to side. 

"No. No, no, he's not. He's not the monster, Mr. Norman. He's a child. I'm 
the monster. Oh yes, I am, I am...." She stared at him, haggard, eyes 
absent. 

"You want to know what I have done, Mr. Norman? Shall I tell you what I have 
done?" Her hands reached for his, fingers strong and grasping like claws. It 
was as if a drowning woman was reaching for the last end of a rope that 
might still save her. 

"I, Stella Barber, I, who have always been a real lady, Mr. Norman ... I ... 
I...." 

"Say it, for heaven's saked, say it," he urged her, worried to see her in 
such a state. "You'll feel better, believe me. Say it!" 

"I have ... I have fellated the child...." she muttered and sank back, 
seeming to shrivel in her chair, her head hanging down. 

"I have put his dirty little thing into my mouth," she went on as if in a 
trance, "I have sucked on it, I have felt it grow and I couldn't stop ... I 
went on and on ... I seduced a little boy, Mr. Nor man ... Oh yes, that's 
what I have done. As innocent little boy...." 

She was starting to sob again, but then she jumped up suddenly. 

"It was his fault!" she shouted, "it was, I swear it! He did things in front 
of me, Oh if you knew, Mr. Norman ... He did things ... He wanted me to 
seduce him, he wanted to destroy me!" 

The woman was trembling like a leaf and when Norman opened his arms and 
stepped close to her she let herself fall forward, let herself be held and 
enfolded in his arms, crying on his shoulder like a little girl. 

"There now, there," he whispered, stroking her hair. "It's not as terrible 
as all that, believe me ... Come now, come, Mrs. Barber ... these things 
happen all the time, don't you know?" 

Indeed she seemed to derive some consolation from him, not perhaps from what 
he said so much as from the tone of his voice, soft, soothing, from the way 
he held her, as perhaps nobody had held her since her husband's passing 
away. 

Somewhat to his surprise, Norman felt aroused by her proximity, by her 
helplessness and her need of him. 

"He stood before me and masturbated," murmured Stella without looking up. 
"He pulled it out of his pyjama pants and he rubbed it and showed it to me, 
as I was watching television. Oh, it was terrible ... and at the same time 
... Oh Mr. Norman, I don't know, I must be crazy, I must really be insane 
... I mean, something was happening to me when he did it, something inside 
of me, something that I didn't know was possible ... Actually I don't know 
how it went, I don't ... But then I remember that I was on my knees, that I 
was looking at that thing in his fingers ... I was looking and touching and 
then I was kissing it, and I wasn't thinking any more ... Oh no, no ... It 
isn't possible ... Oh Mr. Norman...." 

And with that her forces finally left her and she sagged in his arms, not 
entirely unconscious but no longer mistress of her actions or words. 

Norman quickly gathered the falling woman into his arms, lifting her and 
carrying her. He slowly climbed up the steps to the second floor and to her 
room. With the same gentleness with which he had bedded down Suzy, a little 
earlier in the evening, he now deposited the girl's mother on the bed. His 
bathrobe fell open slightly as he bent forward and he caught a glimpse of 
his own prick. It was standing up and pointing at Mrs. Barber. 

She opened her eyes at that very moment and she too stared at his virility. 
Again it was a trance, another state that seemed to take hold of her. 

"Your prick...." she whispered. "It's so big ... your big, big prick...." 
Slowly she licked her lips and her hands moved toward him. 

"Your beautiful big prick...." she moaned, and her eyes closed again, her 
lips opened, full, sensuous, such as he had never noticed them before. 
Norman could not help himself, he let himself go and followed the direction 
of her hand's pull. A second later he was kneeling on the bed, his knees 
straddling her face, his prick deep inside her mouth, and Stella Barber, 
would-be socialite and inordinate dreamer, was giving Norman the blow-job of 
his life. Even when he ejaculated did she cling to him, swallowing and 
almost choking on the abundance of what he gave her, and when it was over at 
last she was very still. Norman only realized after a few seconds that she 
had fallen asleep. 

Incredulously he looked down upon the woman, upon the dress which had torn 
open, exposing a white and lovely breast. 

That's what she's getting for repressing her feelings for so long, he 
thought. Now it's all coming back with a vengeance! Oh boy, if this cunt 
doesn't lose her marbles after all, what a fireball would she yet turn out 
to be! 

Norman chuckled softly to himself and turned away from the bed. The bedroom 
door was still half open, and in the opening was the round, astonished face 
of a blue-eyed little girl. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Norman took a perverse delight in relating every detail of what had 
transpired to Suzy, masturbating her constantly as he talked, gratified to 
see that she was becoming more and more aroused by the combination of touch 
and word. 

"I told you that you were a good little cocksucker, didn't I?" he whispered, 
holding Suzy close to him, "but now you might as well know it, your Mom is 
even better! Wow, she could sure teach you all she knows, once the three of 
us get together! And we shall, we certainly shall, I don't see why there 
should be any mysteries between us from now on. But first of all, right 
after breakfast, you and I are going ti pay that Simmons brat a little 
visit, see? We are going to make sure he doesn't tattle about your poor 
mother to his friends. You do want to protect her reputation, don't you?" 

"Sure I do, sure," murmured the confused little girl. Norman was not quite 
sure that she believed all he told her, but within a few hours he would see 
to it that she had the proof to it. 

For the rest of the night he kept the girl in his room, now almost hoping 
that Stella would surprise them, hoping that it might precipitate the 
delightful events he had begun to plan. But Stella gave no sigh of life, she 
did not leave her room for the remainder of the night, and when Norman and 
Suzy finally arose from their love-play to have breakfast, she was 
apparently still asleep. 

"Go and wake your Mommy," said Norman, tapping Suzy on the behind, "tell her 
she has to eat something more substantial than little boys' cocks," he added 
with a laugh, then proceeded to prepare a few eggs and bacon on the range. 

He was pouring coffee into the three cups he had prepared on the table when 
a scream, coming from the second floor, made him start. Spilling hot coffee 
on the floor and on his feet, Norman dropped everything and, limping and 
moaning with pain, hobbled upstairs. 

When he opened the door to Stella Barber's room he could only see Suzy's 
bare behind, facing him, jumping and bobbing in a lively fashion as she 
stood before her mother's bed with her nightie pulled up to her waist. 
Norman approached and stared, unbelieving, as he finally saw what was 
happening: Stella, propped up on one elbow, was tonguing her little girl's 
bare, hairless twat, her eyes closed, her nostrils trembling with 
excitement. 

"I just did what you said Gary Simmons did," whispered Suzy, turning her 
head to Norman and smiling sheepishly. "And now ... well, you can see ... 
She's doing it to me...." 

Stella apparently remained unaware of the man's presence, totally absorbed 
as she was with the task at hand. With two fingers she held the girl's 
cunt-lips spread open so that her tongue could easily reach the pink little 
knob of Suzy's clitty. She lapped it with frenzy. 

Norman tried in vain to figure out whether Suzy had exposed herself to her 
mother and begun masturbating in front of her because she was utterly naive 
or utterly perverse. He decided that it really did not matter. The end 
result seemed to be exactly what he had hoped for. 

Carefully, gingerly, he reached for the woman's shoulder, caressing it 
lightly at first, then more firmly, when Stella neither flinched nor 
attempted to shake him off. 

Opening his bathrobe and letting it slip to the floor, Norman finally sat 
down on the bed, naked, in full erection, and hefted his prick in his right 
hand, stroking it slowly just on a level with Stella's eyes. 

A shiver went through the woman's body and with his free hand Norman yanked 
the loose nightgown off her shoulder so that her breasts were exposed. 
Norman was surprised at their apparent firmness. 

This time it had been more than Stella could pretend to ignore and her eyes 
fluttered as she turned her head, abandoning the little girl's cunt for a 
moment. Before her eyes danced the squeezed, massaged and shiny glans in 
Norman's hand. Her lips opened and closed, her tongue licked them. Norman 
was reminded of something he had seen a long, long time ago, when he was 
fishing in a clear blue lake, as a boy. He could see the worm, beneath the 
water's surface, he could see the perch that came up to it, opening its 
mouth and closing it just as Stella was doing now, advancing cautiously, all 
instinct and no thought behind it. The fish had lunged suddenly, he had 
caught it, killed it, eaten it. 

Stella lunged too, just as suddenly, and the thick worm disappeared in her 
mouth. With little groans and many grunts, shoving herself forward until the 
prick was taken to the root, she began to suck. Crouching down in order to 
see better, Suzy was beating herself off furiously. She began to whimper as 
the climax arrived and her mother's head jerked around to her, Norman's 
prick snapping out of her mouth. 

"Let me ... let me...." Stella moaned, reaching for Suzy and pulling her 
down to the bed. "Let Mommy do it...." 

The girl rolled over on her back, only too delighted to "let Mommy do it", 
her legs flew open and Stella's face disappeared between them. Eagerly she 
nodded, licking away, driving her child on and on with her tongue, on the 
path to sexual fulfillment. 

It was more than Norman could bear to watch without touching, and this time 
he pulled Stella's gown up, from behind, knelt on the bed and with furious 
lunges buried his cock into the depths of her asshole. Stella did not put up 
the slightest resistance and when he began to copulate, humping into her 
with vigorous strokes, she simply whimpered her delight into the girl's open 
cunt, finished licking her into climax and then fell forward, on top of 
Suzy, embracing and holding her, covering her with wet, gluttonous kisses, 
while Norman dropped his load into her bowels. 

But Stella was not done yet, she had not received what she needed. With 
clawing fingers she ripped her nightgown completely off her body, threw 
herself over the man as he sank back into the pillows and knelt over him, 
thrusting her juicy, acrid smelling cunt into his face. 

"Suck ... oh please ... suck ... suck...." she whimpered, her flesh dancing 
up and down before his eyes, and he grabbed her buttocks, pulled her down to 
him and darted his tongue into the hot wetness of her twat. 

The woman had reached so feverish a pitch that only a few seconds of 
thorough cunt-sucking sufficed to sent her jumping, howling, into her 
orgasm. 

"Ohhh ... ohhh...." she whimpered as she finally went limp in Norman's arms, 
"it's been so long ... so terribly long ... And now I'm lost, I've messed up 
everything ... my life ... my child's life ... Everything...." 

Her body jerked with violent sobs once more and Norman strode her gently, 
sighing and realizing that it would take some time before she could finally 
accept herself, her sexuality, her needs and her ways of expressing what she 
felt. 

"Everything's going to be all right, quite all right, Stella," he murmured. 
"I am going to go see Gary this morning. Will you give me the address? You 
hear, Stella? Give me the address of the Simmons house, I am going to 
straighten out everything. Sure I will, Stella ... you'll see, nobody will 
know. Just you and I and Suzy, right? You'll see how wonderful things are 
going to be from now on!" 

Stella turned her face away from them. For a moment she was quiet and Norman 
was at leisure to admire the rather elegant line of her back. It began to 
tremble slightly, then her shoulders shook, and he feared that she had begun 
to cry once more. But when she turned her face to him, she was laughing, an 
irrepressible giggle shaking her body from head to toe. At last she was able 
to speak. 

"This is terrible, absolutely awful," she gasped, "and the worst of it is 
... Kids, I love it! I just love it! And with that she spread out her arms, 
throwing them around both Norman and Suzy, pulling them close and kissing 
them each in turn. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Since it was such a lovely day, Norman had decided to walk. The simmons 
house was at the other end of town, but it would give him time to think 
things out. There was a lot of thinking Norman felt he should be doing. 

There was Stella, first of all. Funny, lovely Stella, when you came right 
down to it, all that loveliness covered up for years with layers upon layers 
of a bourgeois, puritan mentality of another age. 

What frustrations the poor woman must have had to overcome, in all the years 
of her widowhood! Something told Norman that even before, when Mr. Barber 
had still been around to service her sexual needs, things might not have 
been so very good. Stella overboard like this, it generally meant that they 
had never had what they needed. 

The important thing to remember, thought Norman, was to make sure that 
Stella would remain aware of her sexuality, that excitement and satisfaction 
should follow each other at a rapid pace. Give her time to think, right now, 
and she might have some funny reactions, thought Norman. Guilt is a powerful 
emotion, and only constant, repeated pleasure would be even more powerful, 
displacing guilt until it could no longer return. 

If there was one thing guilt could feed upon, aside from any puritan, 
outmoded considerations, thought Norman, it was the simple, stark fear of 
discovery, exposure, scandal. This, of course, brought him right back to the 
business at hand, that of taking care of Gary Simmons. Norman wondered what 
sort of a boy he would be, and he hoped fervently that he could cope with 
him as he knew he must. 

It was an opulent, rambling ranch-type home, set back on several acres of 
lovely grounds, when Norman stopped at the front gate of the Simmons 
property. All was quiet, silent. In a way it surprised Norman that Mrs. 
Simmons would not have a staff of at least two domestics, but since she had 
had to call upon Stella to look after the boy during her absence, Norman 
assumed that there was no one else. 

Norman looked for a bell button of some sorts on the side of the iron gate 
but did not find any. He pushed, and the gate opened. Slowly he went on, 
walking up to the front entrance of the house, circling the wide bed of 
flowers laid out in an oval and surrounded with gravel, so as to form a most 
impressive drive-way. 

Norman lifted his hand to the brass knocker on the door when he heard 
rushing footsteps inside the house, and then the door opened and he stared 
into the wide, almost frightened-looking eyes of a freckled, red-headed boy 
of about twelve or thirteen. The boy stood there, with his mouth hanging 
open, and seemed to be waiting for Norman to state his business. 

"Gary Simmons?" he asked, and the boy shook his head. 

"Gary's not here. What do you want, Mister?" 

"I'd like to speak to Gary. Are you sure he's not in?" The slight hesitation 
before the boy replied told Norman what he wanted to know. 

"I told you he's not in," he said, "hey, Mister...." There was a touch of 
panic in his voice as Norman brushed past him and entered the large hall 
which did not seem to be the living-room proper as yet. It was a big house 
indeed, thought Norman, and you really could appreciate its size better once 
you were inside. 

"You can't come in like that, Mister!" stammered the boy, trying to sound 
firm but not succeeding. 

"Wait, Mister ... Wait!" he added when Norman turned to the left, where a 
wide, sliding door filled most of the wall. The boy rushed past him but 
Norman grabbed his wrist and held him. He could feel the child tremble. 

"What's the matter? Why are you so nervous?" he asked gently, smiling at the 
boy to reassure him 

"This is not your house," the boy protested feebly. "You can't just...." 

Norman's hand pulled the sliding door and the boy's eyes widened. 

"Mommy! Gary!" he yelled suddenly, at the top of his voice, but his warning 
shout was coming much too late. 

The room was a large, tiled area, its walls covered with mirrors, so that it 
looked infinite in size. The ceiling was also covered with huge squares of 
mirror and there was no other furniture except the enormous, overstuffed 
pillow, the size of a square couch, in the middle of the floor. Lying on it, 
stark naked, were a woman and a boy. Their staring eyes, as they whirled 
around to face the intruder, were expressing a mixture of hatred and fear. 

Norman was as startled at the sight before him as the surprised couple was. 
Nevertheless, the sight of the sinewy, slender female body, of the 
high-placed, small but round breasts, of the billowing red hair framing the 
strikingly beautiful oval face, caused his blood to rush to his crotch. 

Norman felt that he had not much left to lose, as far as Gary's trust was 
concerned. Thinking quickly, he decided to take his chances with this pair 
by doing something that would either get him accepted or thrown out on his 
ear, and since his prick was getting harder and harder, he quickly unzipped 
his fly and exposed himself without a word. Staring at the naked couple, 
without uttering a word but smiling at them as guilelessly as he could, 
Norman began stroking his joint. 

The hard, angry expression of the woman's face softened visibly. She 
almost-but not quite-smiled, as she asked; "And who might you be, you 
pervert?" 

"Just call me Norman," he replied, "and if this boy, next to you, happens to 
be Gary Simmons, as I believe he is, then there exists a most definite 
relationship between you and me, my dear lady." 

"Gary! Oh you dirty boy!" exclaimed the woman, giving his bare buttock a 
slight slap. "I never suspected that you would...." 

"Oh, please, don't misunderstand," said Norman quickly, "I have never seen 
him before in my life, I assure you." 

The woman rose from the pillow-couch, as smoothly and elegantly as if she 
were completely dressed. She did not seem to feel self-conscious in the 
least about her nudity. Her eyes, in fact, had slipped from Norman's face to 
the object in his hand, and she seemed to like what she was looking at. 

As for the two boys, one standing at the door and the other one sitting on 
the couch, they kept their peace, only too content to have the adults take 
matters into their hands. Gary's prick, a long and slender instrument, was 
still standing up stiffly beneath his belly, and Norman could only guess 
what lovely attentions the woman had lavished upon it to get it into that 
state. 

"I am a friend of a lady who's a friend of Gary's," explained Norman. "At 
least she became a very, very close friend of his last night." 

"Stella Barber?" asked the woman with a grin, turning to the boy. Gary 
nodded wordlessly, averting his eyes. 

"Good for you!" she exclaimed. "Why, I never thought that prim little bitch 
would allow anyone to get into her. How was she?" 

"She only sucked me off," murmured the boy. "But she's pretty good at it." 

The woman turned to Norman once more. "Sucked him off, did she now? Would 
you believe that this little monster never breathed a word to me about all 
those places he shoves his pecker into...." A pretty pout came to the 
woman's sensuous mouth. Then she extended her hand to Norman and smiled 
openly. 

"Tessie," she introduced herself. "Tessie Saunders. And this is my son Clem. 
I believe children should have a very liberal education, as you can see, and 
I take him along whenever I have something interesting going., But let me 
tell you right now, in case you wonder, I don't let him screw me. He can 
only watch." 

Then she smiled fondly at her son. "Isn't that so, Clem my darling? Isn't it 
the truth, that your bad, bad Mommy won't let you stick your pecker into 
her, even when it gets all stiff and bothered from looking at me when I have 
my clothes off?" 

"Aw Mom...." muttered the boy, "cut it out, will you?" 

"Oh, but he doesn't have too much to complain about, Norman," continued 
Tessie. "He's the little darling of several of my best friends, you see. You 
might not know this, but we have quite a lovely circle of liberated mothers, 
in this town." 

Nothing surprised Norman very much, any more. 

"Do you know Donna and Daisy?" he asked. 

"Those two? Well, well, congratulations, I see you two have been around. Why 
haven't we met before?" 

"Would you have been interested?" asked Norman and laughed softly, his eyes 
going from one to the other of the woman's lovely tits. 

She too laughed and sauntered a little closer to him. 

"I like big boys too, if that's what's worrying you," she said in a low, 
throaty voice. "Everything in its proper place and at its proper time, I 
always say. But today is Gary's day, I must tell you, and I never disappoint 
anyone I've promised something to." 

She turned back to Gary, smiling at him fondly. "What was it again, that I 
promised you?" she asked. 

The boy, a slender lad with lustrous black hair and dark eyes, a little pale 
of skin, looked up at Norman. Tessie wanted him to say it, and Gary 
obviously did whatever Tessie told him to do. 

"She promised she would stick her tongue up my ass, Mister," he murmured. 
"She's never done it to me before, and this time she's gonna make me come 
that way, jerking me off while she goes in. Tessie says it's pretty good, 
that way." 

"It would be nicer, of course, if there was another girl around to take care 
of his prick, rather than my milking him with my hands. Somehow it didn't 
work out though, at least not today. Unless ... Do you think Mrs. Barber 
might want to come over and join us?" 

Norman was delighted. Nothing would help Stella more to accept herself than 
to find that she was accepted by others, that a whole society within the 
society existed, where the generally accepted rules of behavior did not 
apply, groups which had evolved their own rules and lifestyles. Norman only 
needed some further clarifications. For one thing, he needed to be sure that 
Stella would risk no scandal through some indiscretion on Gary's part, be it 
advertant or inadvertent. Mrs. Simmons, he felt, could be a dangerous 
adversary. 

Also, Norman was wondering about the relationship that existed between 
Tessie and her son. It certainly was ambiguous, for Tessie derived visible 
pleasure from teasing and exciting the boy, from performing sexually in his 
presence, yet would not consummate incest as freely as Stella had done. Why 
not? Norman wanted to make sure that this inhibition would not disturb 
Suzy's mother. 

Feeling that he had interrupted the pleasures of the couple for much too 
long, Norman decided that he would retire into another room and have a long 
talk with Clem. The boy could surely explain things candidly and simply. 

"I wouldn't want you to break your promise to Gary," he said to Tessie. "I 
shall leave you two alone for now, if you don't mind, and Clem and I are 
going to see what can be done about getting Stella to join us, all right?" 

"Don't you want to watch?" asked Tessie, disappointment in her voice. 

"I would love to, but I trust you to take it easy. Don't exhaust the boy, 
and perhaps we'll all be together this afternoon. By the way, did you know 
what a lovely little girl Stella has? Do you like pretty little girls?" 

"They've got tongues, don't they?" replied Tessie and laughed. "Agile little 
tongues, just like hoys, right?" Her green eyes were flashing with 
anticipation. 

"Some woman, your old lady," grinned Norman as he walked with the boy. "You 
sure are lucky to have a mother like that, Clem." 

"Yeah, but she won't let me fuck her," sighed the lad. 

"Why not? Because she's your mother?" 

"Well, not exactly, I think. I don't think it's anything moral, or anything 
silly like that. The way she puts it, she says it would be too easy. She 
says we'd both get lazy and wouldn't take the trouble of looking elsewhere 
any more, and finally that would be just as boring as being married." 

It made sense, thought Norman. If mother and son felt strong physical 
attraction for each other and admitted this to themselves, vet abstained 
from seeking mutual satisfaction with each other, they would both be full of 
energy when it came to finding other partners. He did not think that Tessie 
would allow her frustration to endure very long, he was sure that she as 
well as the boy had all the means at their disposal in order to find quick, 
sexual gratification. 

"What about Mr. Saunders?" asked Norman carefully. "Do you still have your 
Daddy?" 

"Oh yes, yes, Daddy's alive. He and Mommy agree on everything, by the way, 
if that's what you were wondering about. Just like Mrs. Simmons. She knows 
all about Gary and she doesn't mind. She was the one who taught him about 
cocksucking, see." 

Within a matter of seconds all of Norman's questions seemed to have been 
answered. Then-really remained only one, not an important one, but the 
answer to it would have satisfied his curiosity. 

"Tell me, lad," he asked, smiling at the boy, "what's with Gary's mother? Do 
you happen to know why she asked Stella to come over and stay with him while 
she was away? Did she have something special in mind?" 

"Oh sure," said Clem easily. "She told us often that somebody ought to take 
care of that poor woman, and how silly she is to deprive herself the way she 
does. Mrs. Simmons really likes Stella Barber very much, even if they're not 
from the same background." 

"How grand of her," Norman couldn't help saying, but the boy did not catch 
the ironic tone of the words. 

"Yeah, she's a real nice lady. She's almost fifty, but she's so good to 
everybody, I don't mind letting her do whatever she wants with me. She's a 
little wide for me, between her legs, but she likes it just as well from 
behind, anyway, so it doesn't really matter." 

No, there would be no danger, though Norman happily. With long strides, so 
long that Clem almost had to run at his side, Norman walked down Main 
Street, anxious to bring yet more novelty into Stella's and Suzy's lives. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Norman was not surprised to find that Stella had once more retired to bed, 
that she was asleep. It was as good a method as any, to escape the new 
realities of her existence. 

Looking at the sleeping woman, through the half-open door of her bedroom, 
Norman noticed happily that the sheets had slipped away from her bare, white 
torso. 

"Like her tits?" he whispered to the boy whose full attention seemed focused 
on the woman. Clem nodded. 

"Think you'd enjoy fucking her?" 

"Sure would," Clem whispered back. "I've got a hard-on already. Norman 
chuckled softly and closed the door. There would be time for it later. Right 
now he was more interested in bringing the young visitor to Suzy. Since the 
girl was nowhere to be seen, Norman surmised that the attic would be a good 
place to look for her. Young girls often reverted to their masturbatory 
practices during lulls in their first sexual relationships. 

"You do screw around with girls your own age, don't you, Clem?" asked 
Norman. To his surprise the boy blushed and shook his head. 

"You're kidding!" he exclaimed. 

"Just never got around to it," he sighed. "There was this one kid in my 
class, last year, see. Mommy knew her mother very well, and they both came 
over to the house one evening, and I thought for sure I was gonna get to 
screw Barbara. Only her mother got started with me, and while she was 
sucking me off in front of my parents, Daddy pulled Barbara over to him and 
Mommy helped him pop her cherry. Wow, she really had to hold on to the kid, 
until Daddy got his prick nice and deep into her! And Barbara's mother made 
me climb on her at the same time, and she was going so strong, watching her 
girl getting it, that she made me come again and again, before I ever had a 
chance with Barbara. Mommy's promised me I'd have her though, one of these 
days." 

"I don't know how pretty that Barbara is, Clem," said Norman, erecting as he 
listened to the lad's tale, "but the cute little lay I've got for you up 
there, in the attic, is a real looker, you'll be able to watch her twiddle 
with her pussy, before I introduce you to her." 

As it turned out, Clem and Norman would not have had to be too careful about 
remaining noiseless. Suzy was lying back on her improvised sofa, behind the 
boxes in the attic, and she wasn't just twiddling her pussy. Somewhere, 
among all that junk, she had apparently found a thick, heavily sculpted 
candle, just the right size for her hole, and this was the instrument she 
now kept shoving in and out of her snatch, both hands holding it and moving 
furiously between her jerking, slender legs. 

The little girl was moaning softly, her eyes closed and her pink lips 
half-parted, delicate nostrils flaring as she approached orgasm. The 
churning candle was making wet, clicking sounds between her dripping 
cunt-lips. Even the insides of her white thighs were covered with the slime 
that kept oozing out of her excited little cunt. The smell of it, pungent 
and exciting, came to the nostrils of the man and of the boy as they leaned 
over a stack of boxes to watch her, and two cocks, a large one and a small 
one, rose to stone-hard erection inside their pants. 

"Pretty as a picture, ain't she?" whispered Norman, swelling with pride. 
Since the girl had torn off all of her clothes, in her excitement, Clem 
could indeed see how pretty she was. 

"Tell you what," continued Norman excitedly, keeping his voice down, "get 
your things off and jump her, she's just in the right mood for it, lemme 
tell you." 

"Think it's gonna be all right?" Clem whispered back, his eyes eager but 
anxious. 

"Sure, I'll be right here to reassure her, if that turns out to be 
necessary. Does she know you at all?" 

"No, I don't think so," said Clem. His sweaty hands were fumbling with his 
belt. 

"Doesn't matter. Just go ahead now, yank out that candle and stick your 
carrot into her before she knows what hit her. Believe me, that's the way to 
do it, when they're at that stage." 

Clem was only too willing to take the advice an experienced man was giving 
him. His dungarees dropped to the floor, his shirt pooped three buttons as 
he tore it off, and with his little cock at full attention, his red hair 
tousled so that he looked like a miniature satyre prancing out from behind a 
bush, Clem left the hiding place behind the boxes and breathlessly jumped 
Suzy as he was told to do. 

Norman's prick was in his hand and he masturbated freely and furiously as he 
watched. Suzy's eyes opened wide, horrified, as the candle was jerked out of 
her body. She was so startled that the scream in her throat remained right 
there, unable to come out. Before she could make a move to defend herself 
against the unexpected intruder, the boy's strong little hands had taken 
hold of her, his arms were encircling her, and his stiff cock wobbled into 
place. A brief contraction of his buttocks, a lunge of the lithe, 
well-muscled body, and the tool was rammed into place. Suzy was so 
thoroughly lubricated that the operation went with complete smoothness. 

"Hey! Hey...." gasped the little girl, and then her hips jerked up and down 
and her arms fell back helplessly. The sweet lips curved in a blissful 
smile, the eyes closed once more, and without wasting time with useless 
questions, Suzy allowed the little stranger to ride her for the remainder of 
the stretch, right through the finishing line, up to the howling, trashing 
orgasm she had already prepared so well for herself. 

Only a few seconds after Suzy had come, Clem rose up from her, and when his 
prick emerged, a long, thing strand of sperm, like a filament from a 
spider's web, still linked the tip of his glans with the twitching gap 
between the girl's spread-out legs. 

There was an expression of utter happiness on the boy's face. He was 
grinning as he turned to Norman. 

"I guess you like it all right?" chuckled the man. 

"I ... I didn't know little girls were so tight...." murmured Clem 
delightedly. "It's like ... like the time I fucked Mrs. Simmon's shithole, 
and she had Gary bite her nipples real hard...." 

Norman felt that it would only be proper to make the necessary introductions 
at this time, and he took Suzy's hand to help her sit up. She smiled at him 
and held up her face to be kissed. 

"This is Clem Saunders, my Darling," said Norman after a brief tonguing of 
the hungry little mouth. "He's a friend of Gary Simmons, and now he's a 
friend of mine. That makes him a friend of yours, doesn't it?" 

"He's nice," whispered the girl, nodding emphatically. "He made me come real 
good...." 

She turned to look up at the boy, her eyes roaming all over his naked body, 
from his grinning face, down to the crotch, where the spent pecker still 
refused to relinquish its stiffness. 

"Hi," said Suzy. 

"Hi," replied Clem, and both fell silent, as children often do when they 
first meet. 

"Would you like to get acquainted a little better?" asked Norman. "Would you 
like to stay here for a few minutes and play with each other, while I go and 
get your Mommy, Suzy?" 

"Is he gonna fuck Mommy too?" the girl asked. 

"I sure hope so," replied Norman with a laugh. 

"Then why not take him down to her now, while his thing is still nice and 
hard," inquired the girl, reaching up to give Clem's prick a brief, gently 
squeeze at the root. 

"All right then, it might be a nice way to wake her up," said Norman. After 
all, the child might be right. Waking up to the warm touch of the smooth 
young male's body against her, to the prodding of a small, yet enticingly 
stiff prick against her belly, would probably work better with a woman like 
Stella than trying to prepare her with carefully chosen words. 

"All right, let's go, kids." Norman took Suzy by one hand and led the way. 
Leaving his pants and his shirt in the attic, Clem eagerly followed the pair 
down the stairs to the second floor, back to the bedroom of which he had had 
a brief glimpse before. 

It was only now that Norman noticed the bottle of vermouth on the 
night-table. When he bent down over the sleeping woman he could smell the 
bitter-sweet alcohol on her lips. 

"Poor, poor thing," he murmured, almost inaudibly, realizing that the refuge 
she had sought in sleep had probably refused itself until she had turned to 
the bottle. It was high time, Norman decided, to straighten the woman out. 

She did not even stir when he gently peeled back the blanket, exposing her 
soft, lovely plumpness completely. 

"Climb in," he whispered to Clem, and the boy slipped into the bed, 
stretching out and moving his body up against that of Stella, almost without 
causing the mattress to shake. Norman covered the dissimilar pair and 
stepped back, beginning to remove his clothes. 

Naked, he pulled up a chair and took Suzy on his lap, fondling her softly, 
slowly, as they watched the bed together. 

"Mommy's still asleep," whispered Suzy. 

"Just be patient. Look, Clem knows what he's doing, doesn't he?" 

Indeed, the boy was in movement now, his arms rising slowly, almost 
imperceptibly, as he put one across Stella's shoulders, while slipping the 
other one beneath her. His hips pushed against her and now, after a few 
seconds, a very slight pumping motion was beginning to knock him against 
her. 

"What's he doing?" asked Suzy. 

"Dry-fucking her, for the time being. But shut up and watch, Darling ... 
just watch...." 

Stella had uttered a little sigh and then she groaned softly as she shifted 
her body, almost rolling on top of the boy. Her right arm shot out in her 
sleep, wrapping itself around the lad's neck. Her lips, slightly parted and 
so full that they almost seemed swollen, were right next to the boy's mouth. 
Norman leaned forward to see, to catch her expression upon awakening. Clem's 
tongue, small and pointed, crept out of his mouth and gently, very slowly, 
licked across the woman's upper Hp. Stella opened her eyes wide and even 
though she had uttered no sound and made no movement, Norman knew that her 
entire being had tensed at the realization of what was happening. 

Clem never gave her time to react negatively. Her eyes had no sooner opened 
than his little tongue suddenly seemed to increase in size, coming far out 
of his mouth and creeping into hers, his jaws parting widely and his slender 
but strong arms clinging to the woman's naked body with sudden fierceness. 
Stella's left arm shot down beneath the blanked when Clem slammed his pubic 
region against her belly. Norman could not tell whether she was about to 
push the boy back or pull him into her, and quickly he yanked down the 
covers with one hand while massaging his hugely erected prick with the 
other, and to his satisfaction he saw the woman's nervous legs snap open, 
saw the boy's movement forward, the brief groping, fumbling of Stella's 
hand, hidden between them and only detectable through the frantic play of 
muscles in her bare arm. 

Clem's little ass, round and firm, remained poised for a moment, lifted 
slightly, and Norman, although he could not see it, knew with certainty that 
the boy's glans was at that very moment being inserted into the proper 
place. Indeed, at the next instant the two cheeks of the kid's behind seemed 
to snap together in a contraction of muscles that sent his midriff plunging 
down, drilling his prick into the female flesh. 

With a throaty groan, Stella arched her back to meet him half-way. She 
remained like that, her rear-end off the bedsheet, for a few, long seconds, 
while Clem ground his flesh into hers. Her eyes were wide open, staring at 
the handsome young face before her, and Clem looked back without shyness, 
smiling slightly, the almost condescending expression of the triumphant male 
on his features. 

Clem was quite a bit smaller than the woman, so that she was able to embrace 
and hold him easily, reaching every part of his body with her hands. She 
sank back, only to rise again, and her hands slid over his buttocks, her 
fingers groped and pried, her middle fingers, both of them, darted toward 
the tiny pink opening of his asshole. Gently but firmly she began inserting 
them, groaning all the time, and Clem seemed to go completely wild on top of 
her. 

His expression changed, lost its cool, and once more his tongue started 
darting and searching, finding the woman's, warm and mobile, flush with her 
lips. He was making soft, grunting noises as he kissed her, his body working 
like a well-primed pump, jerking up and down at a high rate of speed. Norman 
had to release his own prick quickly, or he would have splashed his semen 
all over the copulating pair. 

Norman had decided that to ejaculate like this, through the work of his 
hand, when there were two lovely females in the house, would be outrageous 
waste. He jumped toward the door, lost his pants in the corridor and got his 
shirt off on the stairway leading to the attic. 

"Come, Suzy ... come, I need you!" he moaned as he dashed toward the little 
girl. She had been resting, her forehead pressed against the windowpane, 
looking out into the street. Now she turned, a quiet little smile on her 
face, and when he reached for her she simply extended her hand and allowed 
herself to be pulled up to her feet. 

"Come...." he sighed, and with a light jump she was at his level, her 
slender legs clamped around him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her warm, 
tender belly and open crotch rubbing against his erection. 

"Carry me...." she murmured, burying her face into the crook of his 
shoulder. "I knew you would come for me." 

Cupping his hands under her behind to support the child, Norman carried her 
down from the attic, and his legs trembled slightly with each step while at 
the same time, gloriously and happily, he felt as strong and as young as he 
had been at the age of twenty. 

They had not yet reached the door to Stella's bedroom when the girl, with an 
agile, twisting motion, had managed to sheath his cock into the sucking, 
hungry little orifice of her sex. When he pushed the door with one foot and 
walked in, Suzy was already in full motion, her slight little body jerking 
rhythmically as she endeavored to give and receive pleasure. 

Clem and Stella were still at it, going full speed, only that the woman had 
begun to whimper quite loudly. Her eyes had closed and she was writhing 
beneath the little fellow's onslaught, her long legs wrapped around him, 
cradling and rocking him on her. 

"Stella ... Stella!" Norman called out, standing at the edge of the bed and 
holding Suzy's ass open, just above her mother's face. When Stella opened 
her eyes, the child's asshole was just within reach, Norman's fingertips on 
either side of it, holding it open, pulling the delicate skin inside the 
crack. With trembling legs he lowered himself, bending his knees until 
contact was made, and Stella's tongue shot into the offered receptacle. 

"She's licking it ... oh Norm' ... she's licking it now," groaned the girl, 
"she's sticking her tongue right into it! Oh yes, yes ... Ohhh ... Oh, it 
feels so goooood!" 

Clem's face was being pushed aside a little by the roundness of the little 
girl's ass, but this did not seem to phase him. He continued to fuck with 
rapid, nervous lunges, and turned so that he was able to sink his teeth into 
the delicate flesh of Suzy's left buttock. Without hurting her, gently, so 
very gently, he nibbled on her cheek, and when Stella's body arched up 
again, in the throws of a powerful orgasm, when her climax became so violent 
that she could no longer concentrate on eating out her daughter from behind, 
the boy took over immediately, slipping his tongue into the wet, twitching 
shithole of the child, spurting his thin, liquid seed into the groping, 
milking cunt below. 

Norman needed no further stimulation. The sound of whimpered exclamations, 
the groaning of the shaken bed, the grinding of Suzy's relentless cunny 
against his groin, all this was more than enough to extract the long pent-up 
sperm from his balls. 

"I'm coming, darling ... Oh yes, yes ... I'm coming into you...." he 
grunted. There were a dozen violent contraction, each sending an injection 
of hot cum up into Suzy's eager, wriggling little body, and she too began to 
wail, her little arms clinging more fiercely than before to his thick, 
strong neck, as she too joined the others in orgasm. 

Stella had not yet spoken a single word, since awakening, and now she simply 
lifted her arms to her child, receiving it as Norman gently deposited his 
delicious burden into them. Clem moved away from the woman, rising from the 
bed and climbing out of it, standing next to Norman and silently staring 
down at the lovely spectacle which now unfolded. 

The two female bodies, so different in size and development and yet so 
similar in their loveliness, were moving against each other. All reserve, 
all inhibition had apparently fallen away from Stella, while Suzy never 
seemed to have had any to begin with. Mother and daughter, their limbs 
entwined, kissed ravenously, the glistening sweat on their smooth skins 
mingling as did the saliva of their open mouths. For a brief moment they 
masturbated each other, and a wide smile appeared on Stella's face. She had 
found the abundance of sperm, both Clem's and Norman's, oozing from the 
hairless little twat, and eagerly she groped to change positions, to get her 
face down between the girl's thighs. 

Suzy was more than glad to let her have her way, letting herself be rolled 
on her back, opening her legs when her mother's lips groped and searched, 
pushing out her rosy slit at her when the tongue entered her. 

Not to be outdone, Suzy in turn managed to get her head between the woman's 
full, round thighs, and Stella's large but firm buttocks began to dance and 
bounce as the child returned the favor, cleaning her out with her tongue as 
she herself was being cleaned. 

For a few minutes there was only the combined slurping and gulping sounds to 
break the silence of the room. Feasting on each other, the two females never 
remained still for a moment, their hands never ceased pinching lightly, 
caressing, groping, prying. Norman, much to his delight, felt his prick 
react quite favorably to what his eyes saw, to what his ears heard, and when 
he looked down to see what all this was doing to his young protege, he 
noticed that the boy's prick, although at half-mast for the time being, was 
nicely twitching to greater heights. 

"We're going to save it for when we get back to Gary's place, all right?" he 
murmured, smiling down at the boy. 

"Sure thing, Mister Norman," replied Clem. "But will you help me with one 
thing when we get there?" 

The wistful way in which the boy had said it, the little sigh afterwards, 
were eloquent enough. Norman knew exactly what Clem wanted, yet he asked, 
"and what is that?" 

"Will you help me convince Mommy? I want her so much...." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

It was late afternoon by the time the foursome reached the Simmons place. 
They found Gary and Tessie in the garden, behind the house, and both were 
chewing on some barbecued steaks they had snatched, half-raw, from the 
little grill they had set up. They were naked, since the thick hedges 
surrounding the property behind the house, and backed up by a high picket 
fence, protected them from indiscreet eyes. 

Stella, Norman and the children suddenly realized how hungry they were, when 
they smelled the delicious fragrance of the barbecue. 

"Come on, sit down and eat," Tessie called out cheerfully. She and Stella 
exchanged a brief glance that quickly changed into smiling approval. Norman 
sighed with relief, for he had been somewhat apprehensive of the woman's 
reactions before another adult, and an unknown one at that, now that she had 
begun shedding several layers of social inhibitions. Now he knew that no 
long introductions would be necessary, that there would be no pussy-footing 
around, with these two. Tessie had a way of looking at people that made them 
feel at ease, and this was only confirmed when Stella's fingers started to 
work the buttons of her blouse open. 

Graceful as a cat, Tessie moved to the grill and pushed another steak unto a 
paper plate. They were not using forks or knives, eating with their fingers 
like innocent animals in a paradise of their making. 

Rising to her feet, lithe and slender, her body glowing in the golden rays 
of the setting sun, Tessie advanced upon Stella with the paper-plate held in 
both hands like some ritual offering of peace. 

Her eyes were on Stella's breasts though, emerging from the blouse, round 
and hard-nippled and high on the chest, offered in return. Stella took the 
plate from the woman's hands and Tessie, without a word, touched her 
breasts. Her hands squeezed lightly, fingers probing the nipples, while 
Stella bit into her steak, her eyes plunged into those of the other woman. 

"I like you," murmured Tessie. "I just love your tits...." 

"Thank you," replied Stella, her mouth full. "I think I like you too." 

Her voice was firm, unselfconscious, and Norman heaved a sigh of relief. 
Partly to reinforce the progress Stella was making, partly to check on' her 
state of mind, he moved up behind her and slipped one hand around her body, 
down into her slacks, between belt and belly, until he was able to touch the 
woman's sex with his fingertips. 

"Is she wetting?" asked Suzy indiscreetly. 

"Your mother's snatch is soaking," he replied with a smile. "And we're going 
to keep it that way, aren't we, everybody?" 

"Yeah!" piped up Gary, sitting crosslegged on the grass, and his young 
pecker was sticking up quite rigidly. 

"Go and help yourselves, all of you," said Tessie, pointing to the grill on 
which a few more steaks were sizzling. Then she smiled down at her son. 

"Did you or didn't you?" she asked him. He grinned and smiled, then nodded 
emphatically. 

"Both of them," he murmured. 

"Good boy. I knew you could do it. So why don't you go and have some steak? 
Come on, let's all fill our bellies a little, because when Gary's mother 
returns, a little later, something tells me you fellows will need all of 
your strength!" 

General laughter followed her statement, and very soon they were all sitting 
naked in a circle, on the soft, warm grass, silently enjoying their meal. 
Norman was amused to see the glances exchanged between the Saunders boy and 
his mother, glances that told the whole story. "Please, Mom...." said Clem's 
eyes. "Forget it," said Tessie's. How often had the words been spoken in the 
past, Norman wondered? And how often had they remained unspoken but 
nevertheless understood, as they were now? Why was she torturing the boy 
like this? 

Norman's heart went out to the lad. Even if he could understand the woman's 
reasoning, Clem's need of her, excited as he was since early childhood by 
her every touch, her every caress, seemed to create a situation that 
overrode Tessie's complicated considerations. 

Maybe I'm just not sophisticated enough, thought Norman. Maybe I'm still a 
simple boy at heart, when it comes to screwing. Just seems to me she 
shouldn't excite him if she isn't going to put out, or else she can't go on 
enjoying his desire for her and then not let him stick his pecker into her 
cunt. 

Norman kept observing the woman, and he did find her fascinating. He could 
well understand the boy's frustration, and yet he knew that it would not be 
easy to change Tessie's mind in such matters. It would have to be handled 
very tactfully, very subtly, and Norman was not quite sure of himself on 
such thin ice. 

There was another method, of course, one which appealed much more to his 
phantasy and to his senses. The woman could easily be overpowered, gagged 
and spread-eagled on the grass, with the others holding her down or possibly 
tied hand and foot to four of the trees, standing rather close together. 
Why, it would be a lovely method indeed, thought Norman, if only one could 
be sure that Clem would not be frightened off by it. There was certainly a 
big difference between becoming a motherfucker and a mother-raper. 

And what would the consequences by? Would it not destroy the relationship 
between mother and son? Could it not turn them into hateful enemies? No, 
Norman strongly felt that this would not be so. These were not conventional 
people, and even if Tessie did not submit voluntarily to her son's assaults, 
she could not view it in the same manner as an ordinary mother would. 

And the consequences to himself and the others? Well, there would be little 
chance that Tessie would complain to anybody. To her husband, perhaps. He 
would be the only person he would have to contend with. Yet, even a man like 
Mr. Saunders could not get on his high horses, when he condoned his wife's 
conduct in general, when he approved of his son's participation in her 
orgies. The more Norman thought about it, the more the idea appealed to him. 

"What's the matter, Norm?" Tessie remarked suddenly, smiling at him across 
the tight circle of feasters. "What are you thinking about?" 

"Why ... why d'you ask?" he inquired, startled. 

"Well, look at yourself! Look at the way your prick is sticking up." 

He looked down and indeed, the rascal was raising its head most eagerly. He 
too grinned and winked at the woman. 

"For me?" she gushed, "is it for me?" 

"Well, yes, in a way...." 

"What do you mean, in a way?" 

"I was thinking about you." 

"That's nice." 

"About you and Clem, making it." 

"That's not so nice," she said, her voice taking an edge it did not have 
before, but her lips continued to smile. 

The others stopped eating and listened. All eyes were on Norman, flicking 
back to the woman when she spoke again. 

"I hope Clem told you about the way I feel. Let's not have any further 
discussion of this, shall we, Norm? We'll all get along much better that 
way." 

"I think you're not being fair to him," said Norman. 

"Why don't you mind your own business?" She was still smiling. 

"Why don't we find out how everybody feels about it?" he asked. There was a 
murmur going back and forth from one to the other of the members of the 
small group. Finally Stella spoke up, much to Norman's surprise. 

"It ... well, I think it should be all or nothing. It was nothing, with me, 
it was nothing for years. But now it's different, and I couldn't imagine 
having something like that, in my life, and not sharing it with the person I 
love most...." Her arm slipped around Suzy's shoulders and the child pressed 
her head against the woman. She lifted her face to her and a luminous smile 
went from child to mother and back. 

"Well, I only know I'M doing O.K. with my mother," murmured Gary. "I 
couldn't imagine it any other way, at this point. Wow, I don't know what I'd 
do if she told me not to!" 

"That's just the way I feel," sighed Suzy happily. 

"There you are, I should say that's pretty unanimous," said Norman. Tessie 
had stopped smiling. 

"I'm sorry you had to bring up the subject, Norman," she said. "You see, the 
way I conduct my sex life really does not have anything to do with what 
other people think. I believe I've proven that, in every way possible." 

"All right, Tessie, I'm sorry," said Norman and shrugged. Now that he knew 
that the others were on his side, now that Tessie had demonstrated her 
stubborness, he was quite determined to carry out his plan. He also decided 
to be somewhat subtle about it. 

"Will you forgive me, Tessie? Shall we make up?" Norman rose and went over 
to her, sitting down at her side and putting his right arm across her 
shoulders. The woman smiled and leaned her face against his head. 

"Well, we'll see about that," she said and smiled again. "We'll see how good 
you are at making up. Oh yes ... yes ... touch me...." 

Norman had moved his hand along her left thigh, running it from the knee up 
to the crotch, and she snuggled against him, ready to receive his caress. 
When he touched her clitoris, feeling the thick bush of her sex against the 
palm of his hand, she began to squirm freely, and Stella crawled closer. 
Without a word she cupped her breasts in both hands and leaned forward, 
offering them to the woman. Stella's mouth opened, round and wet, and she 
began to suck on one nipple, then on the other. 

The two boys, never taking their eyes away from the little group, joined 
Suzy. Sitting on either side of her, they began caressing her and Clem soon 
had his fingers between her thighs. 

The little girl's obvious delight in receiving the simultaneous attentions 
of two handsome boys, manifested itself in her sweet, whimpering sighs of 
pleasure. 

Norman felt the sinewy, sinuous movement of Tessie's body against his own as 
her excitement continues to mount, and when Stella's hand also moved into 
her crotch he removed his and readily surrendered the territory to the 
woman. His hands clamped around Tessie's upper arms, from behind, he kept 
her from squirming too much, holding her in place for Stella who was 
preparing to go down on her. Tessie's writhing had become positively 
violent. 

"Hold me ... oh yes, yes, hold me...." she moaned, squirming and twisting 
herself in his arms. 

"I don't want to hurt you," murmured Norman, nevertheless gripping her arms 
more firmly. 

"Don't worry ... oh please, don't worry about that! Do hurt me, darling, oh 
yes ... Hold me real tight, when she sticks her tongue into me ... Oh, I 
wish you had your belt handy, you could tie my arms back...." 

This was better than he had hoped for, thought Norman. He was not altogether 
surprised to find masochistic tendencies in so complicated and refined a 
woman, a woman who had probably tried just about everything so far. He 
managed to reach his pants which were lying on the grass, a couple of feet 
away, and while holding on to the woman with one hand, he used the other to 
slip the belt out of its loops. 

Norman slipped the belt around both of Tessie's arms, just above the elbows, 
then passed the end of the belt through its buckle and pulled it tight. The 
arms were drawn together behind Tessie's back and she groaned with pleasure 
and pain. Norman was surprised to find how excited he was becoming, feeling 
her resistance, her discomfort. He pulled the belt as tight as he could, so 
that the elbows of his prisoner touched. 

"Ohhh ... ohhh...." moaned Tessie, her legs jerking and kicking on the 
grass, while Stella began to lick her twat. 

"Hurts?" Inquired Norman. 

"Deliciously ... oh yes, deliciously...." whispered Tessie and bucked, 
throwing her head back and sticking out her small, pretty breasts. Norman 
kissed her, his right hand holding her by the slender, stretched out throat. 
He could not resist the temptation of pressing his thumb into it slightly, 
just enough to make her gag a little. Tessie's tongue was pushed against his 
and Norman knew that if his prick had been imbedded in any kind of suitably 
receptacle at that moment, be it a cunt, a mouth or one of those lovely 
female's asshole, he would have ejaculated right then and there. 

From the noisy slurping Stella was doing, Norman knew that Tessie's 
cunt-juices were flowing freely. When he released her throat sufficiently so 
that she could speak, she looked at him from beneath trembling eyelashes. 

"It excites you too, doesn't it?" she breathed. "I mean when you do this to 
me ... doesn't it?" 

"I wouldn't mind getting a lot rougher with you, you know," replied Norman 
in a grunt. 

"Then do ... by all means do ... just don't mark me up, that's all I ask 
for...." 

Norman had always been gentle with his sexual partners. The pleasure he now 
felt, as he grabbed a fistful of that flowing red hair and yanked the woman 
back, then up to her feet, surprised him. 

"Hey, what are you doing?" whispered Stella, looking up with surprise and 
then concern, as the juicy cunt was snatched away from her lips and as she 
saw her new friend's head being shakened from side to side, the woman a 
helpless, whimpering victim in Norman's strong hands. 

"It's all right, Ma'm," whispered Clem, leaning forward and touching her 
arm. 

"What do you mean it's all right?" Stella glared at him. 

"She loves it ... Mommy likes to get beaten up, tied up, all sorts of 
things. Makes her come just beautifully. Ask Gary, he'll tell you." 

"Yeah, I know, it's true, "the other boy nodded. "She even made me bite her 
snatch, the other day. I mean, really bite it!" 

"Well, I'll be...." murmured Stella, quite stunned by this revelation. Then 
she sat back and watched Tessie getting her face slapped, and the children 
drew close to her, surrounding her with their arms and sucking on her two 
breasts and on her clitoris to make sure her excitement would not wane at 
the sight of such goings on. Norman was sorely tempted to throw the 
writhing, whimpering woman down on the grass and to penetrate her on the 
spot, but he felt that the opportunity was much too good to miss, for Clem 
to have his way with his mother. Grappling with Tessie, squeezing her in his 
arms until her breathing was labored and short, he dragged her to one of the 
trees nearby. 

"What are you gonna do to me? Oh tell me ... please tell me ... what do you 
want?" whimpered Tessie, feigning to be afraid of him. 

"You'll see, you bitch ... you'll see what's going to happen to you!" 
snarled Norman. He forced the woman to the ground and since there was a very 
low branch sticking out from the trunk of the tree, he yanked her left leg 
over it, lifting her buttocks slightly off the ground and bending her knee 
over the branch. He was holding on to her ankle as she squirmed helplessly. 

"Come on, everybody ... come on, give me a hand with the whore," yelled 
Norman. "I've got her by one end ... now let's' see you grab her other leg 
and hold her open, all right?" 

Somewhat sheepishly, Stella and Gary followed his instructions, first 
reaching gingerly for the slender, kicking leg, then grabbing more firmly, 
Gary with his fingers digging into the upper part of her thigh, where the 
flesh was softer, more yielding, Stella holding Tessie's ankle with both 
hands. They yanked and pulled, and the russet snatch was exposed, gaping and 
wet. 

With her arms tightly bound behind her back, Tessie was lying somewhat on 
her side, her cheek rubbing in the grass. She kept whimpering pitifully, but 
there was more juice oozing from her slit, so that Norman was fairly certain 
of her enjoyment. 

"Clem, come and have a close look at your mother's twat, won't you? Have you 
really had a chance to look at it closely? Leisurely? Come on,, tell me how 
you like it!" Norman grinned at the boy, delighted to see how stiff Clem's 
prick had become. It never had seemed quite that big. 

"Gee, you're so pretty, Mommy," he whispered, standing over her and pulling 
on his dong. 

"Oh Mommy ... will you let me touch it?" he begged. 

"You know I always let you. But just with your fingers, you hear?" she 
reminded him. The boy knelt down and his hands moved caressingly up, along 
the insides of her smooth, white thighs. The woman's body tensed and 
trembled, as did the boy's hands. She moaned and arched her back, squirming 
in her uncomfortable position. Yet, the way she was lying, all twisted up, 
did only seem to increase her passion. 

"Yes ... yes, darling ... touch it, my love ... oh yes ... sweetly, 
sweetly...." she groaned, and the boy's middle fingers reached the two lips 
of her gash. They pried, they opened, they exposed the inside pinkness and 
the oblong orifice in the middle, filled with glistening juice, twitching 
with anticipation. 

"Go ahead, lap up that stuff," Norman encouraged the boy. 

"No ... no ... not with his tongue," babbled Tessie. "Only his fingers...." 

"Who will put a stop to that nonsense?" inquired Norman, looking at the 
others. "Hasn't anybody a scarf or a kerchief to plug the bitch's nagging 
mouth with? Or do you all want to listen to what crap comes out of it?" 

"I've got one ... I've got it!" exclaimed Suzy, running to get the scarf 
among her things, near the barbecue grill. She came running back and knelt 
down, clumsily attempting to stuff the soft material into Tessie's mouth. 

"Nggg ... mmggg ... nnooo...." mumbled the woman, but then Gary's hand was 
on her throat. He had seen Norman do it and enjoy it, and he was doing his 
best to imitate him now. Stella yanked on the kicking leg which she was 
alone to hold, succeeding in immobilizing it almost completely. 

Tessie, choking and groaning, opened her mouth wide, and small eager hands 
filled it with the crumpled-up scarf. Tessie gagged, reared up and was 
pushed down again, helpless against these children who laughed and giggled 
as they tormented her. The woman's eyes began to bulge when Suzy forced the 
silk down her throat, so that Norman had to intervene. 

"Not so deep, Suzy. Just fill her mouth with it and tie something around her 
head so she can't push it out with her tongue." 

Suzy reached into her hair which was still held up by a long, pink ribbon, 
and she pulled it loose. Feverishly she worked, her hands flying as they 
tied the knot securely, and then she and Gary stood up to look down at their 
handiwork. . 

"Mmmm ... mmm...." whimpered Tessie, her eyes wide with apprehension. Norman 
wondered whether it was still faked. 

"You just go ahead and suck on your Mommy, Clem, if that's what's on your 
mind," he said. 

"You think so? You think it's all right?" asked Clem, hesitating for a 
moment, but all too eager to accept any argument that would be made in favor 
of his eating out Tessie's snatch. 

"You just go ahead and don't worry, Clem," said Norman. "Just run two 
fingers into her hole a couple of times, and then you go ahead and do 
whatever you want, she'll be waiting for it. Listen, why don't you go all 
the way, this time?" 

"You're kidding...." gasped the boy, looking up at the man while following 
his advice and fingerfucking his mother deeply, vigorously. 

"I'm not kidding, believe me. Nothing she can do about it now, and after all 
the years you've spent wanting it, I am sure it's the right thing to do." 

Clem was so nervous and excited that his hands became rougher than he 
intended them to be. Tessie squirmed and winced with pain at the cruelty of 
his fingers inside her, but this somehow seemed to egg the boy on even more. 

"I think ... gee, I think I'm gonna fuck you, Mom," he murmured, looking 
into her eyes. "I think I'm gonna stick it right into you, this time...." 

Tessie was making stifled, protesting noises through her nose. She twisted 
her body from side to side, desperately, violently, when her son crouched 
down between her legs. Norman pressed down on her shin, bending her leg over 
the branch of the tree so that she was lifted up even higher, and the pain 
of this operation stopped her resistance somewhat. 

Clem's prick was stiff and ready, pointing at the offered orifice. He was 
still hesitating, taking his tool with two fingers and rubbing the glans 
into the goo between her cunt-lips. The heat of it, the softness of the 
flesh around the hole, nevertheless did the rest and seemed to give him 
courage. 

"Oh Mommy...." he groaned as he drilled the instrument deeply into her cunt. 
"Oh Mommmmy ... '" 

Convulsively his light, slender body jerked back and forth as he copulated, 
his lips drawn back from clenched teeth. 

"He's enjoying it a lot," remarked Stella softly and kissed his waist, 
running her tongue over his skin. 

"You bet he is," laughed Norman. "How about it, lad? She nice and tight, 
your dear old Mom? Hasn't been stretched out of shape by all those years of 
humping, has she now?" 

"She's very tight ... oh very tight!" said Clem between two lusty grunts. 

"Good! That's a good little motherfucker," murmured Norman. "Just keep 
pushing until your stuff comes out of you. Enjoy it, Clem. Push and enjoy. 

The whimpers that were coming through the woman's nose had suddenly changed 
in pitch. The difference was so marked that everybody looked at her face. 
The staring, furious eyes had become softer indeed, the eylids were 
fluttering and the nostrils trembling delicately. 

"Why, the bitch is enjoying it as much as the boy," laughed Norman. "Will 
you look at her? I mean, just look at her, and you can tell she's gonna come 
with him. You mark my words, everybody, you'll see what a nice little old 
orgasm he's gonna give his mommy!" 

The boy laboured fiercly, untiringly, ramming his prick in and out of the 
twitching cunt that seemed to grab for his flesh, seemed to massage it with 
a thousand little pulsations and contractions. 

"Ngg ... nggg...." whimpered Tessie softly. 

"Go ahead and pull that gag out of her mouth," said Norman. "Maybe she's got 
something intelligent to say for herself, this time. But watch out, if she 
puts up a fuss and hollers, you stick it right back in!" 

Suzy untied the ribbon and gently pulled the scarf out of Tessie's drooling 
mouth while Gary laid his hands around her throat, ready to stifle the 
slightest outcry. But when the mouth was freed, Tessie only uttered a deep, 
shuddering sigh, and then pronounced one single word: 

"Darling ... oh darling...." 

Over and over she said it, until her responsive spasms reached their highest 
pitch of activity. Then she became more talkative. 

"Fuck me, Sonny ... oh yes ... fuck your Mommy, Darling ... fuck the shit 
out of your Mommy, Clem ... give it to me, give it to me good ... Oh yes, 
yes, I am gonna come right now ... right now...." 

"Suzy!" shouted Norman, "help him, will you?" He did not have to be more 
exphcit than that. The little girl jumped forward eagerly, knelt down behind 
the boy and slipped her tongue into the crack of his ass while her agile 
fingers held the cheeks open. His humping and jumping could not deter and 
shake her. She stayed with it to the very end, eating out Clem's asshole 
while he emptied his balls into his mother's fuckhole, while she twisted her 
body up to him, pushing the open, dripping crotch against his pelvis and 
grinding into it until her own climax ebbed away. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"I guess I really asked for it," sighed Tessie, late that night, as she lay 
in bed with her husband. "Just goes to show you, you can't be too careful 
with strangers." 

Ronald Saunders was only half listening, most of his attention given to the 
slow, rhythmic movement beneath the blanket, where a pair of full, expertly 
sucking lips, were ministrating to his most urgent needs. 

"I guess I'll be doing it a lot, from now on. With Clem, I mean." 

"Yeah, yeah ... you go ahead and do it," murmured Ronald and lifted the 
blanket with both hands to peer down into the darkness below. 

"What's she doing now?" asked Tessie, propping herself up on one elbow. 

"She's teasing me, the little rascal," chuckled Ronald. "She's at my balls, 
right now, she's got them both in her mouth and isn't even touching my 
prick...." 

Tessie laughed softly and reached for the flashlight on the night-table. 
Pointing it down, she turned on the light so that it picked up the shiny, 
round eyes, down between the man's legs. 

"Haven't you had enough, Ronnie?" his wife asked. "You've been with her all 
day, haven't you?" 

"She's the kind you can't get enough of, to tell you the truth," said 
Ronald. "Look at her ... I mean, just look how she does it, she just never 
seems to tire." 

It was Daisy's sweet, dark face, bobbing up and down below the blanket. She 
was working silently, efficiently, and although she had caused the man's 
prick to spit into her every body-opening on a number of occasions, on that 
day, she was indeed succeeding in returning it to full stiffness. 

"You'll be good for nothing, in the morning," chuckled Tessie and kissed her 
husband's ear. 

"You've got the kid, haven't you? And anything else you want, as far as I 
know. Come on now, don't nag me, let her finish this last one and then we'll 
go to sleep." 

At the prices Donna was charging, he was getting a bargain that day, from 
her daughter. Ronnie had decided to remain alone with Daisy, comfortably at 
home, while his wife visited the Sommers family. He had enjoyed the girl 
several times before, but never alone. Ronnie sensed, though, that he would 
have to have her all to himself for a day or so, just to scratch the surface 
of the kid's possibilities, just to begin finding out about her talents. Now 
he was hard-put to decide whether her deliciously tight little anus or her 
expert mouth and throat had given him more pleasure that afternoon. 

"You sure you're not too tired, little girl?" he asked Daisy now, just as 
she was about to take his glans back into her mouth for the grand finale. 

"No, Mister," she smiled up at him. "I never get tired when I have sex." 

"Good girl," he laughed. "Go ahead and suck on it. Let's see, if you get one 
single drop out of that prick, I'll really name you world champion." 

"Oh, I'll make it squirt all right," Daisy replied with a grin, "and then 
I'll do whatever your lady wants." 

Tessie, tired as she was, nervertheless felt moisture collect suddenly 
between her thighs. She remembered the furious speed with which this child 
was able to move her .tongue between a woman's legs. Lifting the blanket up 
a little higher, she leaned forward and watched the entire length of her 
husband's stiff member disappear between the girl's lips. The head went down 
all the way, the mouth glued against the man's pubic hair. Then she began to 
pump energetically, letting the shaft slide in and out for its entire 
length. 

"Oh golly ... ohhh this is great...." sighed Ronnie as he sank back into his 
pillows. His body remained motionless for a few seconds, then responded 
gradually to the teen-ager's fellatio. When Tessie saw him move, contract, 
when the powerful chest-muscles heaved with his groans of pleasure, she had 
to admit to herself that she was getting very horny once more. 

Without wasting another word, Tessie in turn slipped down beneath the 
covers, joining the young girl and putting her arms around her. How warm, 
how soft and yet firm Daisy felt, thought the woman. Sure, it was nice 
making it with Ronald, with his friends, male and female, with all the women 
she knew and who liked it, but there was nothing like the young, smooth 
limbs of a child such as this, such as her son. Tessie thought of him now 
that she embraced Daisy. His shoulder was as soft and silky as the one she 
now kissed, his belly as flat and firm as the one she pressed her hand 
against at this moment. 

Tessie's hand slipped down lower, to the girl's crotch, and she was almost a 
little disappointed when she did not find the male growth there, the 
erection of a boy's eager young prick. 

To make up for it she began twiddling Daisy's clitoris, feeling it hard and 
erected against her fingertips. Her hand started to get wet from the child's 
cunty emission. 

"Suck him ... that's my girl," Tessie murmured. "Milk it out of him, my 
Darling ... oh yes, yes, you're the best there is, aren't you? You know it 
too, Daisy ... oh yes, you did! Mmm, that's a good job you're doing there, I 
almost wish I had a prick to give you myself!" 

For no other reason than that she had not thought about it for some time, 
Tessie now felt a particular attraction for Daisy's round little ass, for 
the opening, so tiny and constricted, that lay hidden in the crack between 
the firm little buttocks. Tessie pushed her ginger up against the girl's 
anus, rubbing it gently, feeling it open to admit her. 

"Ronnie, hey, Ronnie," she whispered. 

"What is it?" 

"You know what? I've just started fingerfucking your little cocksucker's 
asshole, that's what. Wow, it sure feels tight!" 

"I know, I was in there a couple of times today," chuckled Ronnie. "Just 
keep it up, she loves it, that little whore." 

Tessie made a fist and only her index finger stuck out, pointing sharply. 
She dug it deeper and deeper into Daisy's anus, delighted to hear the girl's 
sighs of pleasure. 

"Good idea you had there," grunted Ronnie, his hips twitching. "Seems to me 
she's working even harder now. Oh boy, she's right you know, she's going to 
milk me of whatever is left in my balls, she's gonna get a good mouthful in 
a second!" Then he grunted again and his legs twitched, jerked, and Tessie 
knew her husband was ejaculating. She could hear Daisy gulp down the stuff. 

"Save some for me, darling," she whispered quickly, and when Daisy released 
Ronnie's cock and turned over to face the woman, her lips were tightly 
pressed together, her cheeks slightly puffed up, and a white trickle of cum 
was oozing from the corner of her mouth. 

"Oh how I love it ... love it...." moaned Tessie, flinging herself on the 
girl and taking her lips, letting them come open inside her mouth, spilling 
out the sucked-out sperm that still filled it. 

Tessie drank it, gulped it, rubbing her body against the child's. The dark 
girl's slender hands found their way to the woman's crotch and she massaged 
it deftly, expertly, while the kiss lasted. 

A sudden convulsion went through Tessie, but then she stopped herself, 
cutting off her orgasm before it had really begun. 

"No ... no. Not with you, this time. I'm sorry," she said, lifting herself 
off the girl. Daisy did not protest, did not object. She smiled up at the 
woman, licking a last drop of sperm from her upper lip. 

"Don't be mad at me," said Tessie gently, "but I want to come with my boy. I 
just suddenly thought of it, of him, and that's what I need now." 

"That's all right, Ma'm," murmured the girl. Then she snuggled up to the man 
and closed her eyes. Daisy was not complicated in her feelings, she took 
what came her way, gave what was asked of her, relinquished easily what was 
taken away. And right now she was given time to sleep. A long, shuddering 
sigh went through her and Tessie bent down to cover both the girl and her 
husband. She kissed Ronnie's lips lightly, gently. 

"I'll go to him now," she whispered. "And by tomorrow you will be able to 
watch us, we'll be adjusted to each other just fine. Just leave us alone 
tonight, all right?" 

"Any thing you say, Love," murmured Ronnie sleepily. 

Naked, suddenly feeling wide awake and gloriously alive once more, Tessie 
ran, more than she walked, to her son's bedroom. She was quite surprised to 
find that her heart was pounding with anitcipation as she put her hand on 
the doorknob. 

"Are you asleep, Clem?" she whispered into the darkness. 

"No," came the whispered reply. 

"Mind if I join you?" 

"Oh Mommy ... ohh...." Clem's voice sounded so marvellously happy! 

"You're not angry with me, Mommy?" he asked softly when she slipped into bed 
with him, moving in close, holding him against her. 

"Naw, not angry," she said. "It was bound to happen, sooner or later. I just 
don't know about that Norman fellow ... funny how he got us just at the 
right moment, you know? I mean I was really ready for you, I just hadn't 
made up my mind up." 

"You mean you wanted to...?" 

"I've always wanted to, don't you know that? I just denied myself and you, 
because I was afraid we'd get lazy and miss out on the world outside. But 
tell me, will you continue to keep an open mind? Will you promise me that 
you won't let me stifle you, won't let me keep you away from other cunts?" 

"I promise, Mommy, I sure do," said the boy fervently, and then he fell 
silent as his mouth was invaded by his mother's softly moving tongue. 

For a long time neither of them spoke, both pushing against each other 
without as yet effecting penetration. The boy's prick was stiff and 
throbbing against his mother's belly, and when she finally reached for it 
and squeezed it, he immediatedly took the initiative, attempting to mount 
her. 

"One more thing, darling," she whispered, holding him back. 

"What, Mommy? Anything ... Oh Mommy, I love you so much...." 

"The little girls you are going to fuck, in the future ... the ones you'll 
bring home from school, you know.... 

"Yes Mommy?" 

"There will never be any jealousy between us, will there? I mean, you will 
introduce them to me, you will tell them how much fun they could have with 
me, aren't you?" 

"You'll want to make love to them, Mom?" 

"To all of them ... to any girl you ever touch, my Darling, can you 
understand that? And there will be those I'll bring to you, the little ones 
and the grown up ones. Do you know how many of my friends are just waiting 
for me to say the word, and hop into bed with you?" 

"Really, Mommy?" 

"Didn't Donna give you a good lime, this afternoon, when she brought Daisy?" 

"She sucked me off." 

"That's because she's my friend, and she knows all about you. She knows it's 
all right with me, and she likes young boys like you. Tell me darling, do 
tell me...." Now Tessie was no longer holding him back but was spreading 
herself open, wrapping her legs around her son and pulling his dong into 
herself. "Telf me ... did you squirt it down, her throat? Did you? Did she 
swallow? Oh yes, yes, she always does ... she does., my stuff too, Darling 
... Oh yes, yes ... oh you're getting so big now, so very big, so very much 
like a real man ... Oh yes, yes ... stuff it into Mommy ... stuff it in good 
and hard...." 

It was not until several hours later, alter having drained the boy 
completely, making him come all over her face, the last time, while jerking 
him off and digging one finger into his anus, massaging his insides until he 
whimpered, that the woman finally allowed her son to go to sleep. It had 
only been a thin, transparent trickle, in the end, and Tessie knew that 
there would be no more before morning. 

Quietly she rose, slipped into her robe and went into the living room. It 
was three o'clock in the morning, but she did not hesitate. Reaching for the 
telephone, she dialed Betty Simmons' number. 

"Well, had a good time, like you told me you would."" cackled the 
good-natured voice of the woman on the other end of the line. "I didn't wake 
you up, did I?" 

"Wake me up? You're kidding, Honey. My little Gary is just starting on me, 
right now. He's gonna tie his mommy up and whip her ass a little, aren't 
you, my darling?" Tessie heard her friend address the boy on the other side. 

"Now tell me the truth, is there anything better than making it with our 
own?" 

"You're right, Betty," sighed Tessie happily. "But it ain't news to me, I 
always thought it would be great." 

"I bet you put the little rascal completely out of commission." 

"I'm afraid I did, at that," chuckled Tessie. "But we'll feed him eggs and 
oysters and steak, and he'll be as good as new in no time." 

"That's the beauty with these young ones," sighed Betty happily." only do me 
a favor, will you? Stay away from him all day." 

"For goodness sakes, why?" asked Tessie, surprised. 

"There's a party at my house in the evening. A very special party, with one 
of the little new ones. It's a birthday party, if you know what I mean...." 

"Oh, one of those," giggled Tessie, becoming excited. "Yeah, I know'what you 
mean. Who's coming?" 

Most everybody. The new ones, Norman, Stella. Suzy, that bunch. And there 
will be you and the family. Donna and her kid, and two little sisters you 
have hardly seen yet. The older one is from last year and the year before, 
when we weren't so intimate yet, you and I. The younger one ... Well, I 
won't tell you anything about her, you'll see for yourself. It's her 
birthday we're celebrating. 

"Which birthday?" Tessie wanted to know. 

"That too is going to be a surprise. Is it a deal? You're all coming?" 

"Keep it up with your mysteries and I'll be coming right now, into my hand," 
laughed Tessie. It's a deal, then. Until tonight. I think I'm going to rest 
up all day for it." 

"You had better," chuckled Betty Simmons. "You damn well had better!" 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Norman purposely arrived alone and late. There would be people he did not 
know, at the Simmons place, and rather than to be present while the ice was 
slowly being broken between those who had never seen each other before, he 
preferred to arrive into the midst of things, by the time they were already 
happening. 

Having waited for almost two hours, after Stella and Suzy's departure, 
having showered and shaved and having slapped just the right amount of 
after-shave lotion on his cheeks, his neck and into his underarms, Norman 
felt ready for most everything. The wailing period, the anticipation and the 
thoughts that raced through his head had prepared him physically as well, 
and when he tested himself, closing his eyes and visualizing Suzy's tiny 
hairless slit, pink and open before him, it took him no more than ten 
seconds to stiffen his tool completely, without ever touching it with his 
fingers. 

This time too, Norman walked across town, and as he saw the five-o'clock 
crowds pouring from the stores and offices, as he watched harried men 
pushing their way into parking lots and lining up at the downtown but 
stations, he almost felt a certain pity for them. What did they have to look 
forward to? Even those young ones, rushing home to their recently wedded 
wives? Another thirty, forty years of tossing around in bed with the same 
piece of ass, thought Norman. Well, to each his own! 

He was not surprised to find the Simmons house quiet and dark. He knew that 
with the crowd she was having that afternoon and evening, Gary's mother 
would not allow the festivities to spill out on the front lawn or into the 
garden behind the building. The guests would have to remain inside where she 
could control and supervise them. One could never tell, after all, what some 
hare-brained teen-ager might do, in a moment of excitement, if left to her 
own devices outdoors. 

When he walked up to the front door, the clean gravel crisp and noisy under 
his shoes, he could see the heavy velvet drapes that had been pulled across 
all windows. He was quite certain that Mrs. Simmons knew exactly what she 
was doing when she has ordered a set of them for each and every room. 

Norman rang the bell, awkwardly placed against the upper lintel of the door 
and quite invisible to the non-initiate. Its particular chime, ringing 
through the house, would be recognized by those inside as the signal of one 
who was expected. 

Whoever removed the chain on the inside and pushed aside the bolt, then 
opened the lock, had approached silently, for Norman could not hear steps. 
The door was opened and even though the late guest could not be surprised, 
he was nevertheless stunned by the sight of the raven-haired girl standing 
just inside the hallway. 

It was indeed the hair that commanded attention, before anything else. 
Lustrous and straight, it formed a black helmet over the top of the child's 
head and fell down, over her shoulders and to her waist, a raven curtain of 
dense, smooth satin. So rich was it, in fact, that Norman took several 
seconds to realize that the child wore nothing but the long peasant skirt 
that was swirling as she moved, that she was bare from the belly button up, 
her nudity hidden by the flowing pane. 

She seemed hardly old enough to have had time to grow it. Elfine and 
delicate, her pale, oval face was that of a girl of eleven or twelve at the 
most. Long black lashes added to the huge size of her dark eyes, and when 
she lifted them to Norman he knew he had never seen any that were more 
beautiful. 

The mouth was small, delicate, yet the lower lip, by its fullness, revealed 
the sensuous nature of the child. 

"Are you Mister Norman?" she inquired, her soft voice lilting and childish. 
Her head moved and white skin, a dark nipple on a rising mound, became 
visible for an instant. 

Norman could only nod. 

"Everybody's sorta busy," murmured the girl as she pushed the door shut and 
replaced chain and bolt, turned the lock. Her bare white arm moving 
gracefully, seemed almost too delicate to touch, thought Norman. Before she 
ever turned around to him again, he knew that his prick had become as stiff 
as it had ever been. 

Yet the thought that this little girl could be his, that in fact she would 
be, the moment he asked her, seemed suddenly unbelievable. It was just too 
much! The innocence on that pale little face too convincing! Norman knew 
that he should ask her whether she wanted to fuck, and yet he could not 
bring himself to say it outright. 

When she faced him again, the girl gave her pretty head a little loss that 
sent her hair flying back, and the narrow torso, long and willowy, the fine 
waist and the white skin of her belly were displayed for his admiration. 

"Like I said, Mr. Norman," murmured the girl, "everybody's pretty busy, 
except me. I just got through, a minute ago." 

"Through?" Doing what?" asked Norman, noticing the hoarseness of his own 
voice. 

"Oh ... Oh, not what you think." she said quickly, an unexpected flush 
coming to her pale cheeks. "They were all playing with me, just playing, you 
know. Touching, and things. I haven't done the other thing yet." The child 
lowered her eyes to the floor. 

"You haven't?" asked Norman, a sinking feeling overcoming him. Then it was ' 
as he had instinctively feared, there were indeed things in this world that 
were too good to be true! They used the kid to get excited, and certainly 
she was most suited for the purpose, but she was obviously still a virgin 
and there must be reasons for which no one had as yet popped her cherry. 
Perhaps her parents had brought her under that one condition, Norman 
thought. Or perhaps friends who were afraid to take the responsibility.... 

"I'm Kitty," the child said suddenly, smiling shyly and looking up at the 
man. "Would you like to play with me? D'y wanna touch my pussy?" 

Norman swallowed hard and started to open his shirt. The girl reached up and 
helped him, her tiny fingers flying from button to button. 

"You're pretty fat," remarked Kitty with the candor of her age when Norman's 
pants and shorts dropped to the floor. But then she smiled up into his 
blinking eyes and put both hands against his protuberant stomach. 

"I LIKE that," she said with relish, "I do!" 

Norman took her wrists, so small that he could easily have encircled then; 
both with one hand, and bent down to her brushing his lips against her 
cheek. 

"How old are you, Darling?" he asked. 

"I'm eleven today!" she exclaimed proudly. "That's why Mrs. Simmons said I 
should come here, that's what the party is for. I mean it, really, Mister 
Norman, it's my birthday party, and ... and ... Today, I was told, because 
it's my birthday...." She halted and blushed again deeply, "today I can do 
it! I mean everything!" 

Norman remembered the woman having said something about a big surprise, but 
he had not paid much attention at the time. So this was it! The child was to 
be deflowered at this party, her birthday party.... 

He was certain that such an event had been planned long in advance, that it 
would be done with the proper pomp and circumstance, and he wondered who the 
lucky fellow would be to first ram through this elf's maidenhead. It 
couldn't be him, of that he was almost certain, for after all they would not 
have reserved such a prize for a relatively new member of their little 
circle. 

Perhaps it would be one of the; women, gently pushing a slender dildo into 
that little body, or perhaps even one of the younger boys, the; most 
appropriate partner for so little a girl. That would be it, he was almost 
sure of it now. Clem, perhaps, whose mother could have arranged the event. 
It would be very much like her to pick a lovely young virgin like this one 
for her son. 

"It won't be easy just touching your pussy and not going a little further," 
Norman told the girl as he led her to the large couch standing against one 
of the walls of the big hall. 

"Oh, but you mustn't ... you really mustn't, not yet," breathed Kitty and 
raised pleading eyes to him. 

"I can do lots of things that aren't easy, don't worry," he told her and 
smiled. He consoled himself with the lovely thought of having the girl after 
someone else had possessed her first. It was certainly better than if she 
had to remain a virgin! Lovingly he moved his hand over her breasts as he 
sat down beside her and she leaned her head against this shoulder. 

"That excited me very much," she whispered. "You wanna see how wet you got 
me already?" 

The words acted like a powerful aphrodisiac upon Norman. He drew the child 
into his arms and i m pulled up her skirl. White, slender legs appeared, 
smooth, lull thighs and a hare little triangle where no hair had as yet 
sprouted. At its lower tip the fold of her slit was barely visible. 

"Here. Mister ... right here, you'll see...." Kitty whispered as she guided 
Norman's right hand. Six-was no longer blushing with embarrassment. There 
was color in her face, but it was the healthy flush of aroused femininity. 

The man pushed his middle linger down into the fold, felt the surprising 
hardness of the little clitty and he found a moist, narrow valley that 
opened to his touch to allow a scent of pungent, curtly fragrance to reach 
his nostrils. The girl's knees moved away from each other and she leaned 
back on the couch, slouching so that her heels touched the floor, her belly 
pushed out. 

"'I like the way you're doing it," she whispered after he had begun 
masturbating her. "You're so gentle...." 

"I'm always gentle with sweet little girls," murmured Norman in reply. "But 
when I luck 'em. I fuck 'cm hard oh, so very, very hard...." 

"And deep?" Kitty inquired, "Yes, yes ... and deep...." 

"Well, you got a long one. haven't you?" she giggled, and her small hand 
reached for his flesh. 

A virgin she may be, thought Norman happily, but that did not mean she 
wasn't experienced in providing pleasure to a man. The way her small fingers 
wrapped themselves around his turgid prick and the way she squeezed it, 
pulling up to the glans and pushing down again, the way her left hand went 
searching for Norman's balls, cupping them and fondling them gently, Kitty 
certainly had received good training. 

The sound of loud cries of pleasure, coming from the next room, caused the 
man to look up, and the girl grinned and masturbated him a little harder. 

"That's Gary's mommy having an orgasm," explained Kitty. "Must be somebody 
eating out her twat, that's the way she sounds to me. It's the one thing she 
likes best, you know." 

The little girl had obviously lost all of her initial shyness. Norman 
deduced that it had been due to the fact that there were strangers to each 
other, rather than to any lack of experience on her part. As if to confirm 
this supposition, Kitty ran her tongue across her lips, making them moist 
and glossy, and with a sweet smile on her pretty face she asked the man 
whether he would like her to suck on his prick. 

"Oh gosh yes.;." groaned Norman, his cock twitching with anticipation, and 
then he watched the lovely head come down, the mouth open in a round O, and 
infinite softness, infinite warmth enveloped his glans. Norman reached down 
to touch her body, her lovely little mounds, the little-girl arms, so soft 
and delicate, and the child began to wriggle and moan under his caress. She 
was clearly enjoying what she was doing, just about as much as Norman did. 
He felt the tinv nipples grow a little and harden under his fingers" touch, 
he felt the child's lip slide down, lower and lower, tightly pulled around 
the shaft of his prick, while her quick, small tongue played with him, 
inside her mouth. 

The long, silky hair caressed the back of his hands while he stroked her 
shoulders, ran his fingers down again to her tits, came up along her arms. 

"Let me eat you too," he murmured, anxious to feel the child's delicate 
opening against his lips. Without a word, without stopping her fellatio for 
one single second, without even missing a stroke, Kitty wriggled and shifted 
until they were both lying on their side, head to foot, or mouth to crotch, 
to be more specific. The long, loose skirt came up easily when Norman pulled 
it, bunching it up around the child's middle, and her slender, prettily 
formed legs, flew open readily when she felt the hot breath of his lust 
against her femininity. 

Delicately, using only the tips of his fingers, Norman prod open the pink 
lips of the tiny slit, revealing the virgin orifice. It was shimmering with 
the juice of desire that came oozing out of the child's body and with a 
groan of delight Norman plunged. 

His tongue was stiff and sharp as he shoved it smack into the girl's 
cunny-hole. entering her as far as he possibly could, feeling the resistence 
of her maidenhead against the tip of his tongue. There was a grateful little 
grunt coming through the sucking child's nose, and at the same time her face 
shot forward, there was a brief sound of gagging, and then she had him down 
her throat. 

Norman had not expected such proficiency in a virgin. She would have had to 
be used in this manner for years, before acquiring such virtuosity. With 
apparently little effort, Kitty was deep-throating him her saliva running 
all over his balls, her lips were sliding forward to the very root of his 
cock, daring back and pressing forward again and again, so that the man 
would have ejaculated in a matter of seconds, had not the door opened 
suddenly. 

It was Betty Simmons, her smooth, fat body naked, the lower part of her 
somewhat protuberant belly coated with saliva. She was beating herself off 
with one dainty finger as she advanced upon the couple. 

"Why, isn't that nice," she chuckled when Norman looked up at her. "I was 
hoping somebody would prepare our little Kitty for the fucking she's gonna 
get today! But I, wouldn't piss it all down her throat just now, if I were 
you," she added and laughed. "Who knows, you might be the lucky one to give 
her the first screwing of her life!" 

"Me?" asked Norman, surprised. 

"Sure, why not you? We're going to hold a little competition to see who 
deserves it. And from what I see, you're no slouch with your tongue...." 

Norman yanked his prick out of the child's mouth. If indeed he had a chance 
of winning so desirable a price, he certainly did not want to waste his cum. 

It wasn't that fucking an eleven-year old mouth, and so expert a mouth, was 
really waste. But Norman was no different from most human beings, in that he 
considered as most-desirable that which was difficult to attain. 

"What's the competition?" he asked, sitting up and pressing the little girl, 
now almost trembling with excitement, against his chest. He was fondling her 
between her still open legs, rubbing both her cunt and her asshole, while 
talking to Betty. 

"It's already started, actually. Clem had the first turn, reaming me out 
with that wet little tongue of his, and even if you might not thing so, 
lemme tell you that the kid isn't going to be easy to beat. I don't know 
what his mother has done to him in the last few days, but wow! He's become a 
real expert!" 

Her jovial, smooth, wide face glowed with the reminiscence of her recent 
pleasure. 

"There's Gary, Ronald and yourself left, you see. You can trust me to be 
fair, Norm, I always am, everybody can tell you that. I'm going to have 
myself sucked off by all of you sweet males, and the one who gives me the 
best climax is going to be the winner, he's going to be the one to stick it 
into Kitty, here. Both ways, I should mention, since her asshole is as 
virgin as her cunt. Now my guess is, she'll be giving a top notch ride to 
the lucky fellow who screws her that way, because ass-fucking is pretty 
popular in her family, on the receiving side. You haven't met Claire yet, 
her older sister? Oh, you'll see what I mean. Ronnie is cornholing her at 
this very moment, and if you two hurry it up you can watch him make her come 
that way. Come on kids, come and join the fun!" 

Norman had become aware of the many groans and moans, still soft and subdued 
at that very moment, that were coming through the open door. It was the room 
in which he had first seen Tessie, only that now there were huge pillows and 
blankets strewn all over the place. The room was bathed in soft, rosy light, 
and the smell of intercourse hung heavily in the air. 

It was a good party all right, Norman decided. Everybody was active just 
now, Stella Barber twisting wildly on the floor with Gary and Daisy 
servicing her, the boy shoving his prick in and out of her willing mouth, 
the black girl running a long, smooth dildo into the woman's sex organ. 
Since she was firmly twisting and pinching Stella's thick clitoris with her 
left hand at the same time, the woman's abdomen kept jumping up and down in 
throws of delicious pain mixed with pleasure. 

Ronald had indeed mouthed a fleshy little brunette, about thirteen or 
fourteen years old, pumping her from behind, while the child knelt on a 
pillow, her arms resting on Tessie's thighs. 

The woman was sitting cross-legged before the girl, her buttocks supported 
by a high, overstuffed pillow, and the child's head nodded frantically in 
her crotch. 

As for Clem, stretched out on his back, he was being ridden by Suzy. The 
little girl was helped in her jerky, bouncy leaps, as she went up and down 
on his prick, by the strong hands of Donna who stood behind her and, bending 
down so that her lovely breasts swayed from side to side, was clutching the 
little girl under the arms. 

"That's my girl," she whispered excitedly, "That's the way to do it ... oh 
yes, yes, you give that boy a nice, thick ejaculation that way. you'll 
see...." 

The little groups dissolved a moment later, Clem's prick spewing forth a 
trickle of cum that was quite consistent and rich for his age, and they 
surrounded Betty Simmons as she reclined on a soft pile of pillows and 
blankets, her heavy thighs widely spread out. 

"Clem?" she asked, "are you ready for seconds?" She was only teasing him, of 
course, since other were awaiting their turn in the race for Kitty's cherry. 
The boy grinned sheepishly when she reached for his hand, and she patted his 
behind in a motherly fashion and then licked his pecker clean. It hung 
limply between his legs, but by the time she was done it had risen again. 

"Good little boy, that's the. advantage of being so young!" she sighed, 
released him and turned her attention to her son who was kneeling down 
between her legs. 

"Actually I know just exactly what you are going to do and how you're going 
to do it," cackled his mother. "I can give you your mark, and eight out of 
ten, without even thinking about it." 

"Then you don't want me to suck it for you, Mom?" asked the boy, sounding 
somehow relieved. Norman wondered whether the woman did not oversaturate him 
with sex, since he was so handy, close to her at all times. 

Still, his cock was standing up nicely, and Norman concluded that what the 
lad really enjoyed was a certain measure of variety in his diet. Stella's 
mouth was indeed something new. 

As if his mother understood this equally well, she signalled to the woman, 
winking at her and pointing at the boy when he lowered his face into her 
crotch. 

"Spread out a little ... come on, make room for the nice lady," whispered 
Betty when Stella, lying on her back, began wedging her head in between 
Gary's thighs. 

With her arms wrapped around him, her hands fingering his buttocks and 
probing for his asshole, Stella once more slurped the boy's prick into her 
ever hungry mouth. 

"Good ... oh yes, good...." grunted Betty, her heavy body beginning to jerk 
and twitch. "Oh Stella ... thank you, Stella ... you're an inspiration to 
that rascal!" 

Everybody kept quiet, listening intently to the wet, slurping sounds of 
Gary's tongue in his mother's sloppy, dripping gash. Norman remembered that 
Clem had told him about the woman's distended vagina, and how much better it 
felt to enter her from behind. Nevertheless, when it came to going down on a 
woman, Norman did not mind a wide area of operations. He found himself 
looking forward to taking his turn. 

Betty Simmons climaxed loudly and violently, her arms flailing and reaching 
out until the two men, Norman and Ronald, went to her and massaged her 
breasts until her orgasm subsided. Down below, Stella made gurgling little 
noises as Gary's juices squirted into her mouth and down her throat. As 
always she made sure to swallow every last drop of it. 

"Who's next?" grinned Betty, wiping sweat from her forehead when Gary had 
wriggled away from her. 

"Let's go," chuckled Norman, feeling in the mood for that long, wide slash 
that went from her thick bush down to her asshole. It was a fat cunt, plump 
around the lips, reddish inside, soft and wet. Norman knelt down and 
massaged it with his fingers for a few seconds before putting his tongue 
against the thick knob of her clitoris. 

Norman knew that he would have to come up with something novel, something 
that would send the woman into a spin, and with Gary getting eight out of 
ten, in her judgment, there wasn't too much room left at the top. 

"Inside ... do it inside too," moaned Betty after a few seconds of his 
sucking, but Norman decided to take a chance and avoided her slit a little 
time longer. If it frustrated her, at least she would react that much more 
violently when he entered it at last. 

In very little time he had her writhing and whimpering, pushing down with 
both hands on his head to get him to eat out her crack, but he continued to 
resist. 

"Stick your tongue inside, you bastard ... Oh come on!" she wailed. "Oh 
please ... you're driving me nuts ... absololutely nuts...." 

He held out for another minute, and when Betty's voice cracked, when her 
whimpers began to sound like sobs, he burrowed into her cunt as last, 
tearing it open with both hands, shoving the tongue into the hole and 
running it round and round against the walls of the vagina. 

Betty didn't just sigh with pleasure, she shrieked. With sweat pouring from 
her face and her armpits, she threw herself around on her pillows, arching 
her back and falling down again, digging her heels into the floor and 
grabbing the man's hair by the fistful. 

It didn't exactly feel like a caress, but Norman rolled with the punches. He 
only pressed his face deeper into the widening gash, holding his breath as 
he reamed her out with his tongue. One finger slid down, found Betty's 
asshole and crept into her bowels. Yes, it was true, Norman decided, it sure 
was tight. Almost as tight as the shithole of a little girl. Almost as tight 
as the hole he hoped to penetrate in a little while, the asshole of sweet 
young Kitty. 

Norman felt it twitch, pinching his finger, while he continued to eat out 
the woman's cunt. His free hand flew to her clitoris and he mauled it, 
pinched it, pulled it, certain that a woman like her, at her age, would 
require rough treatment there to feel the full impact of pleasure. 

"He's killing me ... oh yes, yes, he's killing me, the bastard...." wailed 
Betty, but never once tried to push him away. Well on the contrary, her 
fingers continued to pull on his hair, helping him to bury himself even more 
into the opulence of her flesh. 

Ronald again took hold of the woman when she reached her climax, he stood 
over her, holding her by the ears to keep her from rolling over or rearing 
up to the point of losing contact with Norman, and his rigid prick hovered 
just above her lips. Betty's tongue came out and her lips were pursed as she 
tried to suck him, but Ronald laughed and shook his head. 

"You think I'm crazy of something?" he asked. "You think I'm gonna let your 
have it when you're all wrought up, the way you are? Why, you'd probably 
bite right through it, you nutty old whore!" 

He apparently knew how to handle the woman, familiar with her peculiarities, 
and no one objected when he began shaking her voilently, pulling her ears 
until she screamed, then slapping her face a few times and hissing insults 
at her. 

"Yeah, that's right, you fuckin' whore ... that's what you need, isn't it? 
That's what makes you come, you fat sow...." 

Betty's screams, as she reached the peak of her climax, were like those of a 
pig being stuck. Even Gary, oversaturated as he was with his mother's 
favors, could not resist, and he threw himself on her, clutching her into 
his arms and sinking his teeth into her left nipple. He held on until she 
was quite through coming. 

Norman knelt up, his face glistening with the juices that had poured out of 
the woman, and he was grinning. With a deep, shuddering sigh Betty sat up, 
as soon as her son and Ronald released her, and she shook her head 
incredulously. 

"How in hell did you do it?" she whispered. "I mean ... gosh, I mean I've 
never ... Never like that!" 

She looked up at Ronald, her eyes questioning. 

"I declare forefeit," the man said good-naturedly. "Let him have the little 
brat. After all, he's new among us and he's certainly done his share 
already, with all the playmates he's brought us." 

Norman was surprised and grateful. He jumped up and shook the other man's 
hand, grinning at him but quite at a loss for words. 

"It's all right, old buddy," laughed Ronald. "I've had so many of these 
little bitches ... And I'll have plenty more, in my life. You might as well 
enjoy her and see for yourself that you've made a right decision when you 
brought Suzy and Stella to us." 

Behind his back, Norman heard the little girl giggle. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

With loving care Tessie smeared vaseline into both orifices of the child 
standing before her. Kitty's wide skirt had been removed and she was 
standing stark naked, her slender legs spread out slightly, while the 
woman's fingers slid up and down and through her crotch. 

"It's mainly for her anus," explained Betty. "There's actually enough 
lubrication in front, in her case. They don't generally get quite as wet as 
our little Kitty, as that age," she added with a proud smile. Both Kitty and 
her sister Claire had been her own finds, for which Mrs. Simmons clearly 
intended to take whatever credit was due her. 

"There ... nice and deep," purred Tessie, visibly enjoying what she was 
doing to the child. Her left index was buried deeply in the girl's bowels, 
moving up and down as it spread the vaseline. Kitty, biting down on her 
lower lip, was beginning to find it difficult to hold still. 

"My, my, but we're already dripping, in here," laughed Tessie, going to work 
on the child's tiny, hairless vulva. Norman sighed with impatience, finding 
it difficult not to masturbate as he watched the girl being prepared for 
him. 

Claire, a funny little smile on her lips, was approaching her sister. In her 
hand she held a bunch of leather straps with brass buckles and rings, some 
of them apparently arranged as a complicated kind of harness. 

"Sometimes I really don't know why I keep bothering with that brat," she 
said. "If it weren't for the way she uses her asshole, the way my friends 
enjoy it ... Norman, do you want to know why we had to strap her down?" 

"Well, it sure worked out fine," laughed Claire, dancing around the room, 
waving the straps in her hand. 

"Yeah, it worked out all right, but we lost one of our best fuckers, that 
night. A very nice young businessman from New York who came at least once a 
week, and one who could satisfy every single cunt in the place in the course 
of a night! Only when he was through with that little bitch, when he had 
fucked her thoroughly from both sides, all excited by the way she tossed and 
whimpered and squeezed those tears out of her eyes, something happened to 
him. I mean, we never got a chance to tell him that it was just comedy, and 
by the time the others had taken their turn he was gone. Slipped out of the 
house, without so much as a good bye, and we've never seen him again. 
Remember Eric, Claire? You remember him?" 

"Somebody grab a hold of her and put those straps on her," grumbled Betty. 
"Go ahead, Gary, Ronnie ... you two like that sort of thing. Just keep her 
quiet while we're busy with sweet little Kitty. 

Kitty seemed to have a smile around her lips. 

"You're gonna whip her, Mrs. Simmons?" she asked hopefully while Tessie's 
fingers entered her once more, deeply, form both sides. "She was a bad girl, 
wasn't she?" 

"Yes, she was, but we don't whip people around here. Leaves ugly marks, you 
see?" 

Now that the leather straps had found another application, now that she knew 
she would not be bound, Kitty's fears seemed to have disspated somewhat. 
Yet, when Tessie announced that the girl was ready and, with a quick lick of 
the tongue to the bouncy little ass, shoved the child forward, in Norman's 
direction, the dark eyes were lifted with a solemnity that made him smile. 

"You're NOT gonna hurt me, Mr. Norman, are you?" she breathed. 

"No, I'm not. In fact, I'm going to let you do it at your own speed, how 
about that? Look, I'm going to sit down right here...." 

Norman pulled over a hassock on which he took place, his prick standing away 
from him at a forty-five degree angle. It was throbbing with excitement and 
the girl's eyes never left it after that. 

"Now you just come and climb on my lap, like a good little girl, all right? 
You come down on it, with your sweet little cunny, and you push yourself on 
it until it goes in. I won't move, all right? If it hurts you a little, all 
you have to do is stop and wait. Is that fair enough?" 

Kitty rubbed herself against the turgid glans, rubbed her slippery, creamy 
clitoris against the taut skin of it, and soon began to twitch and wriggle 
with the first little spasms of mounting passion. 

Courageously the girl continued to push in short, brief shoves. She winced 
while moving her tongue around against the man's 

"Give it a good shove, darling," Tessie encouraged her. "It's like jumping 
into a cold pool, you see. It's easier when you do it all at once, rather 
that little by little. 

The child's eyes closed and she frowned as she concentrated. For a second 
she remained immobile, then took a deep breath and lunged. 

The little body in Norman's arms writhed suddenly and violently and the 
girl's scream of pain rose to the ceiling as he broke through the. hymen. 
Kitty's vagina was suddenly all around his prick, all the way to his pelvis, 
and her thin legs were kicking on either side of his thighs. A couple of 
tears were rolling down her peachy cheeks and she threw her arms around the 
man's neck, holding on as if for dear life. 

"Hold me ... oh hold me...." she whimpered softly when she caught her 
breath. "Oh ... it hurts ... and it's good ... so good...." 

Norman could not sit still any more. Every muscle in his groin, in his ass, 
was about ready to explode, and he began to squirm on his seat, moving his 
pelvis back and forth, feeling the prick being shoved back and forth inside 
the child's tightness. 

"Ahhh ... ahhh ... yesss...." she moaned. Wet little kisses covered his 
cheek, his forehead, his nose, slipped down to his mouth, and when their 
tongues mingled once more, Kitty's bouncy little ass was beginning to 
contract with a beat. 

"Will you look at that little bunny rabbit?" beamed Betty. "Will you look at 
her hump?" She turned to Daisy who had approached her from the left, began 
fingering the teen-ager's breasts, and the girl sank to her knees. 

"Let me do it for you, Mrs. Simmons," Daisy murmured, and then her tongue 
slid up, between Betty's legs, into the recesses of the wide, fleshy cunt. A 
little further away, the grunts of Gary and the whimpers of Claire, whom he 
wras fucking rapidly and vigorously, could be heard. Next to them, Ronald 
and Donna were beginning to sink to the floor, the man's cock already 
pumping inside the beautiful woman's channel. 

"Don't forget her ... her asshole," murmured Stella. "Don't forget you've 
got to cornhole her too, before you come...." 

He glanced at her, smiling. Yes, Stella would turn out all right, thought 
Norman. And only a few days ago.... 

"I better hold her for you, after all," said Tessie, when Norman had slipped 
his bloodied cock out of the freshly opened cunt and held the girl in his 
arms, lowering her to the floor. 

On her knees and elbows, Kitty waited for the penetration, and Tessie sat 
down to cradle her head in her arms. 

"I'll be gentle, very gentle," promised Norman as he knelt down. Suzy leaned 
over and pried open Kitty's ass cheeks with both hands when everything 
seemed to be ready. 

"It's so small," Suzy whispered, shaking her head, but then she looked up 
into Norman's eyes. 

"Stick it into her, Norm," she grunted softly, "stick it way up her 
shithole!" 

"My, my, what language," sighed her mother, slipping two fingers into Suzy's 
cunt and masturbating her with energy. Glistening with vaseline, the 
puckered little hole was offered to the man's onslaught. 

Even to Norman it seemed incredible that his big prick should find room in 
so narrow a sheath. Yet, when he set the tip against the soft flesh of 
Kitty's anus and pressed forward, the sphincter muscles seemed to relax, to 
soften, to give passage to his prick. "Ouch...." said Kitty when he went 
into her. 

For a moment she held quite still, gritting her teeth together and letting 
the burning sensation inside her asshole spread through her body. Then she 
began to whimper. 

"Hold still, darling ... very still," whispered Tessie. "It'll be all right 
in a moment, you'll see." 

The penetration progressed smoothly, slowly. Nothing existed inside that 
little rectum to hinder full entry, so that Norman soon had planted the 
entire length of his cock into the girl's ass. 

"Slowly ... oh please, Mr. Norman ... slowly...." whispered the child, 
pressing her face against Tessie's breasts. She began sucking them gently, 
first one, then the other, and Norman waited patiently until it was Kitty 
herself who began the copulating movements. 

"That's it, bravo, you did it!" exclaimed Betty and clapped her hands. 

The women lifted the girl in their arms, carrying her away and stretching 
her out next to Claire. They then took turns in sucking her cunt clean of 
every last drop of sperm the man had deposited there. 

As for Claire, still bound and gagged, she was beginning to whimper with 
frustration since Gary had finished with her and everybody seemed much more 
interested in what was done with Kitty. 

"Aw c'mon and shut up," said Norman, stopping at her side and bending down 
to free her of her gag. "Stop fussing like that and I'll let you lick off my 
dick, how about that? It's just fresh out of your little sister's shithole 
too!" 

He had found the right tone for the girl, and Claire stretched herself and 
craned her neck to reach his dangling cock with lips and tongue. Uttering 
little sighs and moans of pleasure, she began cleaning him. 

"And now, let's not forget Kitty's birthday cake!" exclaimed Betty Simmons. 
Rushing out of the room, her big buttocks bouncing with eagerness, she 
returned only seconds later, the huge cake white with whipped cream on a 
huge platter. Eleven candles were burning brightly and when Tessie rushed to 
turn off the lights the effect was lovely, the soft glow casting dancing 
shadows over the naked females pressing around the child. 

"Make a wish, Darling," said Tessie softly, running her hand over the girl's 
hair. 

"Yes, wish for a hundred cocks a week, for the rest of your life," laughed 
Ronnie. 

"I wish ... I wish...." murmured the little girl, closing her eyes with 
concentration, and then she giggled, puffed up her cheeks and blew. The 
little flames flickered, danced and died. The room was suddenly plunged in 
total darkness. 

There was laughter everywhere and they all began to chase each other in the 
dark, grappling and tumbling over pillows and hassocks, groping hands and 
mouths searching and finding willing flesh. 

What Norman caught, the tender skin against her fingers, against his belly, 
when he pulled his catch closer to him, made his prick rise again. 

"Sweet ... oh so sweet," he whispered, dragging his prey down with him, 
against one of the walls, where softness waited on the floor, pillows and 
rugs and blankets in a tangle. He knew it was one of the little girls, but 
for the moment he could not tell which one. 

The child sank into his arms, and there was the giggling against his ear 
when he fell into the invisible crotch. No hair. It would have to be Suzy or 
Kitty, since Daisy's wiry little bush would have easily been recognized. 

Cool and slim, the little girl's arms slipped around Norman's neck and a 
hungry tongue came prodding against his lips. 

When he reached up, folding the child into his arms, Norman could feel the 
long, flowing hair, smooth and silky, that fell to the willowy, dancing 
waist of the girl. 

"Kitty," he laughed softy. "Is it you again? You and me?" 

"Well," she giggled, "why not? Didn't I blow out all the candles? 

"Kitty, Kitty, where are you?" Tessie's voice called out, a little further 
to the left, but then her mouth was filled by something, something that 
silenced her, except for the mumbling, grunting noises she started to make. 
Norman was grateful to whoever it was had shoved his prick into the woman's 
mouth. He had noticed how interested she had become in the little girl, and 
certainly he would have never had a second chance with Kitty, that night, if 
Tessie got hold of her first. 

Stretching out comfortably, half on his side, half on his back, Norman 
pulled the little girl to him as she opened her legs and grabbed for his 
cock. He entered her easily this time, smoothly, going straight in to the 
end. 

"This time we'll do it this way, all the way to the end, O.K.? Until we come 
together, shall we?" whispered Kitty as she rubbed her cheek against the 
man's body. 

"You bet we shall," he answered, just as softly. 

"And you know what? Suzy was right. She told me all about you." 

"Oh yeah?" sighed Norman, his body contracting already as she began to ride 
his cock. "What did she say?" 

"That you were the best baby-fucker in the world, that's what!" 

"Yeah, it sure is true," he chuckled, hugging the eagerly humping girl, "you 
better believe it. I'm the best there is. The very best." 


THE END
