Used, Abused Little Runaway
by Laurie Sweet
(RX-439)


FOREWORD 

In this complex, teeming, ultra-modern society that we live in today we are 
all faced with any number of problems, large and small. Some of us find it 
easy to deal with these many troubles, be they minor or of great importance, 
while others find it harder to cope. Still others find the solution to what 
is bothering them in many vast and strange manners. 

The problem of young children, particularly when they come of sexual age is 
one of fear and misunderstanding coupled with guilt and often shame. It is 
interesting that much the same doubts and torments can happen to many people 
upon reaching middle age. In many ways the fears, doubts, guilts, etc. that 
face a young girl just reaching puberty can easily match those of a mature 
forty-year-old man, both of them are facing new beginnings in their lives 
and both of them wonder what will happen next, and that is what this book is 
all about. 

As it is well known, thousands of young children flee from homes that are 
filled with mistreatment, neglect and sometimes even sexual abuse; while at 
the same time, many, many men of forty or more are also fleeing lives that 
seem empty and useless, that two such people as this should collide provides 
us with an interesting and educating look at both segments of our society; 
the young and the old. 

In this novel we tell the story of a young girl running away from the grasp 
of a hated and cruel step-father and the twin tale of a forty-year-old man 
who has come to find his life shallow and barren and how the two of them 
find each other and how, through their mutual need and desperate longing 
find new hope and fulfillment. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Brandy clasped her hands over her ears and buried her head under her pillow 
but she couldn't shut out the sounds coming from the other room. The 
frightened moans and harsh commands clawed their way through her fingers and 
the thin fabric she was using to block them out. 

"Shut your crying little mouth!" she heard her step-father yell. "I'll let 
you know when I want to hear anything from you!" His rough words were 
followed by the sharp sound of a slap and the piercing cry of pain. The low, 
muffled sobs of a girl crying filtered through the thin walls and surrounded 
Brandy's shaking body. 

Again her step-father's angry words reached her. "Stop your moaning," he was 
saying, "One more yelp out of you and I'll really give you something to cry 
about!" 

Brandy tossed and turned on the bed, her little, eleven-year-old body could 
not escape what was happening just a few feet away from her, separated by 
only a few inches of cheap plasterboard. It was like a nightmare, only it 
was real! She wasn't sleeping and she couldn't wake up from this bad dream. 
Finally she could not stand it any longer, she had to see what was going on 
in there. 

She slipped from between the blanket and sheets and stepped onto the hard, 
cold floor. She tip-toed to her door and opened it just a crack, peered into 
the empty hallway then quietly made her way down past the room next to hers 
and into the bathroom. 

As silently as possible she reached above the towel rack and took down the 
brightly colored picture that hung above it. Behind the picture was a small 
hole in the plaster that gave her a clear view into the next room. She 
pressed her eye to the round opening and blinked a couple of times until her 
vision had adjusted to the space. What she saw made her little stomach jump 
with fright and churn sickeningly in her belly. 

Her fourteen-year-old sister Barbara was sitting on her bed, crouched in one 
corner, her face twisted up in fear. Big tears were rolling down her cheeks 
as her step-father loomed above her, his huge, bear-like hands pawing at 
Barbara's youthful breasts through her thin nightgown. 

"I don't know what you're getting so excited about," he was saying, "I'm not 
gonna hurt ya. That is, if you're good and don't give me any trouble." 

"But I'm afraid," the girl moaned, choking back a sob. 

"Of what?" 

"Of ... of YOU!" 

Brandy's step-father laughed. "Of ME? But I'm your loving father, I wouldn't 
do anything bad to you." 

"You're not my real father!" 

"Well I'm your father now!" he growled, "And you'd better not give me any 
more of your shit! Now get out of that nightgown before I tear it off you!" 

Meekly the young girl reached down to the hem of her gown and curled her 
fingers around the edge of the soft fabric. She hesitated for a moment then 
slowly drew the thin shift up and over her head, laying it carefully on the 
bed beside her. She shivered in her nakedness and drew her arms tightly 
around her thin, shaking body. 

Her step-father stepped back from the bed, gasping, "God, you got a 
beautiful body!" he said, shaking his head, "Nothing I like better than a 
little girl, ripe and ready for love!" 

He moved forward again and touched Barbara on her naked shoulder. The girl 
drew back from him, her voice pleading. "DON'T," she moaned. 

"Stop that! Take your arms away from your TITS," her step-father yelled. "I 
want to see them!" 

He pulled her arms down and Barbara's small, but fully rounded breasts 
jiggled lightly in the harsh glow of the overhead light. 

"What are you going to do?" she moaned. 

Her step-father laughed, cruelly. "Why, I'm going to take care of you, just 
like your mother asked me to before she died." 

He grabbed Barbara roughly by the shoulders and lifted her up from the bed, 
forcing his mouth down on her trembling lips. The girl fought in terror as 
his tongue jammed its way greedily past her teeth into her mouth. 

Brandy tore her eye away from the hole and leaned against the sink feeling 
dizzy and weak. She had been afraid of Charlie from the first moment she had 
met him but this was ten times worse than she had expected. 

Her mother had picked Charlie up in a bar one night a few months earlier and 
brought him home. Her mother had been doing that a lot in the last year, 
usually the men would only stay the night, looking sheepish the next morning 
as the girls prepared for school and their mother got ready for work, but 
Charlie had stayed. 

Brandy had known that her mother was lonely, and since the men had never 
bothered with her or her sister, she was happy for her mom. Her mother 
always seemed more cheerful and easy going after she brought one of her men 
home, and though Brandy did not know what they did in her room, she knew it 
must be something important because that was the only time her mother ever 
locked her door. 

It didn't matter to her. Her real father had died two years before and for a 
long time her mother seemed depressed and mean. She seemed to take all her 
sadness out on Brandy and Barbara. She was drinking a lot, too. She almost 
always had a glass of liquor in her hand. But once her mother started going 
out and bringing men home, she stopped drinking around the house and quit 
nagging the girls so often. So Brandy had been glad about the men until 
Charlie came along. 

Right from the start she was afraid of him. He was big and mean looking and 
he tried too hard to play up to her and Barbara all the time. He was always 
patting their rumps whenever they would walk by him and if her mother saw 
him she never said anything. Brandy hated the feeling of his big, rough 
fingers on her tiny rear end. He was always squeezing Barbara's boobies 
every chance he got, too. There was always something dark and evil about him 
and now she knew what it was! 

Brandy didn't know very much about sex, but she did know that men did 
something with women other than kissing and hugging them and she knew that 
whatever it was, Charlie was about to do it to her fourteen-year-old sister! 

She heard her sister moaning and pleading in the other room, saying, "No, 
please! What are you going to do to me?" and she quickly pressed her eye 
back to the small spy-hole. 

Her step-father was kissing Barbara on the neck, his large, rough hands 
cupping and massaging her tits. He tweaked her small nipples with his 
fingers and Barbara moaned in pain. 

Brandy watched both fascinated and afraid as she saw the girl's tiny buds 
leap out, standing cherry red and erect on her quaking mounds. 

Charlie rolled the two little globes around and around with the palms of his 
hands and Brandy could see her sister's head fall backward as if she were 
enjoying the man's harsh treatment of her flesh. 

How could she like that? Brandy thought. She ran her own hand down over her 
chest and felt a tingle in her small, still forming boobs. She shivered 
under her nightgown. It was such a strange and different sensation, unlike 
any she had ever experienced before. It frightened her with its power even 
though it did feel good to do. 

Charlie ran his hand down Barbara's chest to her belly and patted her slim 
tummy. She was shaking almost uncontrollably, her tender young flesh 
quivering under his touch. He dropped his hand farther to her small pubic 
mound, and the girl jerked back away from him. 

"Don't!" she cried. "PLEASE DON'T" 

"What's the matter, honey, haven't you ever jerked off?" Charlie said 
gruffly. "Come here, this ain't gonna hurt. You'll like it." 

He pulled her back to him and thrust his hand on her cunt. Brandy watched in 
horror as the older man began sliding his fingers up and down her sister's 
trembling sex. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. 

Charlie's hand was roaming over Barbara's soft thighs, his fingers sliding 
obscenely up and down the crevice between her pert, rounded buttocks. His 
thumb poked at the narrow slit that was the opening to Barbara's pussy, 
forcing the lips apart so that he could push the thick knob inside of her. 

"Oh," Barbara moaned. "OH, OH, OH! OOOooohhh!" 

Charlie kept pumping his huge thumb in and out of her hole while his other 
hand reached behind the girl and caressed and squeezed the cheeks of her 
ass. 

Brandy couldn't understand why her sister wasn't fighting Charlie anymore. 
She wondered why Barbara just stood there, her head tossing from side to 
side, low, quiet moans coming from her throat. She dropped her hand to her 
own small, almost hairless pussy and rubbed it back and forth. A wave of 
pleasure ran through her loins and she stopped at once, feeling guilty for 
some reason that she was making herself feel so good. 

"Oooo, Charlie, Charlie," Barbara was moaning loudly, as the man continued 
to pump his hard thumb in and out of her cunt, while his mouth lowered to 
her small tits and he began to suck on them passionately. 

Brandy could see his tongue snap out like a whip and lash the tiny nipples 
with snake-like rhythm. He was nibbling the quivering mounds with his teeth 
and pulling on the cheeks of Barbara's ass as if he were trying to tear the 
flesh from her bones. 

"You like it, don't you, kid?" Charlie asked the teenager, his voice brisk 
and heavy with excitement. 

"Yes! Yes! I don't know why, but yes, YES, YES! OHHH, YESSSS!! " 

"I told you, you would, now you can do something for me!" 

Brandy shifted her other eye to the tiny peep-hole and if almost popped out 
of her head when she saw what Charlie did next. 

He took his free hand and dropped it to his pants, slowly pulling down the 
zipper, then fumbled around until he dragged his long, rigid male organ from 
his fly. It stuck out straight from his open pants, waving back and forth in 
the air. 

Brandy couldn't believe her eyes. She had never seen a man's sexual 
apparatus before and it both scared and intrigued her. She wondered what was 
going to happen next. It was such a funny-looking thing, long and gnarled 
with a thick bulb at the end of it that looked like a fat little apple. 
Charlie was stroking the shaft back and forth and it seemed to jump about in 
his hand with a life of its own every time he touched the bulging tip with 
his fingers. 

Charlie took Barbara by the wrist and guided her trembling hand down to his 
engorged member. The little girl shook with renewed fright and her hand 
jerked away as her fingers touched the wavering pole. 

"Take it in your hand!" he commanded her. Forcing her small fingers around 
the huge shaft he groaned loudly and his body shook wildly as the frightened 
girl grasped hold of him. He reached out with both of his hands and began to 
knead her small tits as she held firmly to his prick. 

Barbara was so much more developed than Brandy. Her boobs, though not large 
by any means were more fully rounded and stuck out farther from her chest 
than did Brandy's shapeless mounds. Barbara had fine, soft hair between her 
legs, too, unlike the sparse tufts that grew around the secret spot at her 
own pubis. She envied Barbara's more grown up body and knew that all the 
boys at school looked at her sister with a strange greed in their eyes and 
were always trying to touch her. She had often wondered why boys seemed to 
like girls' bodies so much and was slowly realizing that Charlie was showing 
her why. 

"Down on your knees!" she heard Charlie growl. She saw Barbara sink 
reluctantly to the cold floor. Charlie's huge organ was just a few inches 
from her sister's face. She was still holding it tightly in her hand, trying 
to keep the giant pole from her soft cheeks. 

"LICK IT!" Charlie said, shouting out his command in a harsh urgent voice. 

"Oh, NO! I CAN'T, I CANT!" Barbara moaned. Charlie grabbed her by the hair 
and pulled her head back. The girl gasped in pain, her mouth flinging open 
wide. 

"When I tell you to do something, you DO it!" Charlie growled. "Understand?" 

"Yes, yes," moaned Barbara, nodding and pulling her head away from his hand. 

"All right then, lick it. Slowly, very slowly." 

Barbara ran her tongue quickly up one side of the throbbing member, twirled 
the darting arrow around the head then continued on down the other side. She 
did this over and over again and Brandy could see the sweat popping out on 
her step-father's back as he rocked on his heels, moaning in pleasure. 

"My balls," he whispered, "Lick my balls!" 

Obediently the teenager slithered her tongue down to the thick, hanging sac 
and began slurping it loudly. Her cute, rosy tongue rolled across Charlie's 
pulsating nuts in an ever increasing motion. 

"Ah, that's so good, so good, my little step-daughter!" Charlie groaned, 
thrusting his huge rod closer to the girl's face, so that it was now resting 
along side her burning cheek. It slid up and down her soft skin as she 
continued to lick the tight sack poised at her lips. 

Brandy could almost not bear to watch the obscene event any longer. She 
wanted to turn away in shame and disgust, but something more powerful than 
her own revulsion kept her eye pressed tight to the tiny hole in the wall. 
She could not tear herself away and she found herself breathing heavily and 
sweating freely as if she were getting as excited as Charlie's seemed to be! 

Why, oh why did her mother have to die, she cried silently to herself. It 
was bad enough that she had to go and marry Charlie but then, just a few 
months later to die. Leaving her and Barbara all alone in the world with no 
one to depend on but him. 

She almost hated her mother for doing that to them. They had no 
grandparents, no living relatives at all, just Charlie now. Charlie! Who was 
forcing her poor, innocent sister to perform this horrible act against her 
will. What were they to do? With the only person in the world who had ever 
cared for them gone, what were she and Barbara to do now? 

"OHHH, YES, YES!" Charlie was moaning. "Yes, Barbie, YES! Now kiss it-KISS 
IT!! " 

Barbara pursed her lips and kissed the tip of Charlie's blood engorged rod. 
She flicked at the head with her tongue and without any encouragement began 
to nibble at the rim of it with her tiny, white teeth. 

Brandy recoiled in horror. Her sister seemed to be really enjoying doing 
that. How could she like having that ugly, fat thing sticking in her face? 
How could she like kissing and licking it? It was too much for Brandy to 
understand. She could only stand there and watch in horrible fascination at 
all that was going on beyond the wall. 

"Open your mouth!" Charlie cried, his voice strained and hoarse, as if he 
had been shouting for a long time. "Open your mouth and put it in!" 

Charlie grabbed Barbara's head and pulled her hair back, opening her lips 
with his other hand. Brandy couldn't believe her eyes as she watched his 
thick organ slowly disappear into her sister's gaping mouth. 

"Suck it!" Charlie commanded. "SUCK ON IT HARD! AHHH, YEEAAHHH!! ! ! 

Barbara began to make loud, slurping noises with her mouth as she worked at 
the huge rod between her lips, sucking hard and strong at it like a baby 
with its bottle. She pumped her mouth up and down on the huge member and 
Brandy could not believe that she was getting the whole thing in her mouth 
but she was. She worked at pushed at it until it disappeared right up to the 
hilt, and Brandy could see the bulge it made in her throat! 

This whole thing was more than a nightmare! It was like some horrible story 
that you always were afraid of happening to you and then it suddenly did! 
Here was her only sister doing this awful thing with their step-father and 
instead of crying like she had been awhile ago, she seemed to be enjoying it 
more and more. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was pumping up and 
down on the massive shaft faster and faster. 

"AHGGGH! GOOD, GOOD!" Charlie was moaning, the sweat running from his back 
in rivers now as he wobbled on unsteady legs. 

Brandy could see the muscles of his calves and thighs growing taut, 
tightened with his straining efforts of pleasure. Her sister's fingers were 
curled around the thick, heavy sack containing his balls and she was 
squeezing the small, hairy bag rapidly as it to spur him on to higher 
ecstasies. She bounced the bulging sack in her hands and rolled it around in 
her palms. Charlie wavered back and forth on his heels, his spring-tight 
legs coiled for the explosion building deep in his loins. 

"Yes, Barbie, yes!" Charlie moaned. "SUCK IT LITTLE GIRL! SUCK IT SO GOOD! 
UM, OH, UM,UMF, OOOHHH!! " 

Brandy's sister pumped the long, blood-red shaft in and out of her mouth 
wildly now, driving the throbbing cock deep into her throat, locking her 
young lips around the burning flesh and sucking on it powerfully. It seemed 
to Brandy that her sister had lost herself completely in her task! She was 
thrusting the gigantic pole down her throat with a blinding speed. Brandy 
could hear her grunts of labor and see the sweat dripping from her forehead 
as she worked passionately at her mission. 

Suddenly Charlie was jerking his body forward violently, holding on to 
Barbara's head with both hands and pulling her face to him roughly, burying 
his prick up to its hilt in her mouth. 

"I'M COMING HONEY! COMING IN YOUR 

MOUTH AND IT'S SOOO GREATTTT! AIEEEE! AHH! OHHH! CUUMMMMINNNGGG!! " 

Brandy watched in terror as she saw her sister gulping frantically as if she 
were swallowing oceans of liquid. Charlie's lower body thrashed about 
uncontrollably as if his legs and trunk had gone crazy with a will of their 
own. He slammed his cock deep into Barbara's mouth again and again and 
Brandy could see a thin line of thick, white liquid dribbling from her lips 
down her chin. Barbara lapped the substance up with her tongue and swallowed 
it greedily. 

Brandy felt as if she were going to be sick and she fought down the vomit 
that was rising in her throat. Not only had her sister made something come 
out of Charlie's penis but she had gulped it down happily besides! Brandy 
could not think of anything worse and she shuddered to imagine Charlie 
putting his organ in her own mouth. 

Charlie was patting Barbara on the head and cooing to her. "Very good, 
little girl, very good. That's the best blow job I've had in a long time. 
Now hop up on the bed and spread your legs open wide." 

"Why?" 

"Because it's my turn to make you feel good." 

Barbara scampered up on the narrow bed and opened her legs apart as wide as 
they would go. Charlie got down on his knees and Brandy couldn't believe her 
eyes as she watched him start licking 

Barbara's crotch. His tongue slid up and down her sister's tender young sex 
and Barbara began moaning softly and tossing her head from side to side. 

"OOOO, Charlie, that feels GOOOOOD! Do that some more!" she groaned, her 
eyes shutting tight as her fleshy thighs quivered under the older man's 
lapping arrow. 

He began nibbling at her pussy lips with his teeth and Brandy could not 
believe her sister's reactions. The girl began to jerk violently as if an 
electrical shock were being administered to her loins. She gasped loudly and 
grabbed Charlie by the ears, pushing his face closer to her flesh. 

"YES! YES!" she screamed, trembling wildly. "MY WHOLE BODY IS ON FIRE! MORE, 
MOOOORRREEE, OH, MORE!! ! " 

Charlie was sticking his narrow, pointed tongue into Barbara's twitching sex 
and Brandy could see a flow of wet cream colored liquid pouring from her 
sister's hole. The girl was moaning and tossing her body about the bed as 
Charlie ate at her faster and faster, his mouth running madly over her 
dripping pubes. 

"AH! AH, AH, AHHHH! AAAGGGHHH!! " her sister moaned, throwing herself back 
on the bed, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as her lower torso thrust 
itself into Charlie's working mouth. She lay there groaning and shuddering 
for quite some time until she finally quieted down and lay still, sobbing 
for breath. 

"That was wonderful, Charlie, wonderful!" she said, running her fingers 
through his damp hair. 

"I told you, you'd enjoy it." 

"I'm so glad you did that with me. Let's do it again and again." 

"We sure will, honey, who knows? Maybe we can get your little sister to join 
us in our fun." 

"Oh, she has to, she just HAS to!" 

Brandy recoiled from the tiny eye-hole and fell against the sink. Choking 
for breath, she hurried silently back to her own room. She jumped into bed 
and buried herself under the covers. She was scared to death! They were 
planning to make her do those things, too! 

She had to escape. Her sister was no longer her ally, she was now one of the 
enemy! She knew it would only be a matter of time before they forced her to 
join in their games. She had to get away. But how, and to where? 

She pulled the pillow up around her ears and tried to shut out all the 
sounds around her. From outside her window she heard the faint, relentless 
sound of trucks barreling their way through the night and it was then that 
she realized what she had to do if she wanted to remain out of the clutches 
of her sister and her step-father. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Lee Prewitt was forty, bitter and worst of all, bored. Finally getting 
around to doing the one thing he had looked forward to doing for a year, 
making perhaps the most important move of his life hadn't changed a thing. 
He was still a loser as far as he was concerned, no matter what any of his 
friends told him. 

Oh, he'd heard all their arguments. He was respected in his field, he had 
plenty of money, he was an attractive man. And he agreed with them, about 
the facts that is, for underneath everything he knew he was a loser, nobody 
could tell him different. All he had to do was walk into a bar, or show up 
at a party and just try to put the make on some girl. They listened to him 
for a few seconds, looked him over and just walked away. For all the money, 
power and even looks he had, he just couldn't score! 

He often tried to figure out what it was. He had even gone to a shrink a few 
years before. That guy told him it was because he felt insecure around 
women. Big deal! He already knew that! What was he going to do about it was 
the problem. The shrink told him he should try and find a girl that didn't 
make him nervous but that wasn't any help at all. He was nervous around 
every girl. God, it took him ages longer to get around to balling a 
secretary that every body else jumped on right away, and these incidents 
usually turned out bad in the bargain. He had to face facts, he just wasn't 
a stud. 

He had put fifteen long hard years into advertising, the kind of job that 
should have taught him everything about selling something to somebody, 
especially a line to a chick, but though he was a master at getting the 
public to buy anything from soup to soap, he couldn't convince a girl to 
walk around the corner to a bar with him. 

It wasn't that he didn't get laid, hell, he did okay. There were always the 
hot young chicks trying to fuck their way to the top, but shit, you knew 
they were using you, that they could care less who you were. All you were 
was a body to them, some meat slamming in and out of their cunt while they 
faked wild sounds of pleasure and blew on their fingernails to dry the 
polish they'd put on them just before you came over. That wasn't getting a 
chick in bed, that was jerking off without using your hands! What Lee wanted 
was the chicks that were dying for him, Lee Prewitt, to fuck them. He wanted 
the women that were crying for his hard cock and his alone, but he hadn't 
found them yet and it was getting to the point where he thought he never 
would. 

That was why he'd decided to quit the business after these years. It wasn't 
that the pressure had gotten to him, he had loved the constant deals and 
deadlines. No, he wasn't tired he was bored. He had done everything possible 
in his trade. There wasn't an account that he couldn't master, no product 
that he couldn't sell. He had the best track record of anyone he knew and he 
was so good that the firm had offered to double, yes double his salary and 
triple his commission if he would only stay, but he turned them down. His 
friends thought he was crazy. They had never heard of an offer like that, 
much less anybody turning it down! But Lee Prewitt wasn't excited by the 
work anymore and he knew without the input, without the feeling of his blood 
racing through his veins, he would never have the drive to do a good job. He 
wasn't, the kind of man that retires a loser. He wanted to go out the 
undefeated champ and that was exactly what he did. 

To his closest friends he tried to explain that he wanted new worlds to 
conquer. After fifteen years, he wanted to begin again anew while he was 
still young enough to do it. He knew he was taking a chance, but what the 
hell, he had plenty of loose cash, lots of good, solid stock, he wasn't rich 
but he could live well for the rest of his life, so why not take another 
shot at the moon? He told his buddies that he was going to fuck around until 
he found something that turned him on, then he'd jump into it with 
everything he had. They still thought he was crazy, but he knew that each of 
them, inside secretly envied him. 

In the early part of his last week at work, he bought, for thirteen thousand 
dollars cash, a luxurious, fully outfitted motor home. He'd had it custom 
built on the inside, with a bar that had beer on tap, a complete stereo 
system, even a built in video-tape, movie and television unit. The dam thing 
had every thing he could ever want for living convenience. He stocked the 
refrigerator up with food, laid in a generous supply of liquor, and 
transferred his records, clothing and kitchenware to his new home, sold his 
apartment, lock, stock and barrel and moved in. When his last day rolled 
around he was ready to go! 

He had planned on leaving the city right from work but of course they threw 
a party for him and since it began about ten minutes after he got to work 
that morning, by the time five o'clock in the afternoon rolled around, 
hardly anybody could walk much less start on a nation-wide journey. 

He had to admit that he felt a little sad leaving the job. After all, you 
don't work hard at something for a lot of years and just walk away from it 
as if nothing had ever happened. He would miss a few of the people and the 
day-to-day excitement of his work, but that was all in the past now, and the 
party had left a bitter taste in his mouth. 

The place was a drunken madhouse by noon. 

Ad-men and secretaries were necking in the closets, a few of the younger 
copy-writers were either passed out under their desks or tossing their 
cookies in the John; and Lee and a few of his buddies were huddled around 
his desk talking old times and speculating on the future. 

It was at some point during their conversation that Miss Marilyn Landis 
walked by and said hello in her deep, throaty voice. Everybody had had the 
hots for her for years. She was the only woman working there who handled her 
own accounts. She was good, too. Tough and shrewd, she knew how to get 
things done the way she had wanted them done, and nobody had ever been able 
to score with her. Not even the fucking guys who owned the firm! She was a 
tall, good-looking woman with classic blonde hair that lay, seductively 
about her shoulders. She had long, tapering legs, that she always bared 
generously and a set of tits that sent every man's mouth watering. Just 
looking at her made Lee's cock jump to attention and strain against his pant 
leg. 

The guys kidded him about it, though she affected them all that way, then, 
unfortunately one of them suggested that it would be the fitting last act 
while still with the company if he fucked Miss "tight-ass" Landis right in 
her own office. 

If he hadn't been as drunk he might have laughed the idea off. He didn't 
usually leave himself wide-open for trouble, but they kept kidding him about 
it, goading him, remarking that he probably didn't have a chance anyway, 
until he poured himself another glass of champagne, poured a second glass, 
picked them both up and announced that he was going to give it a try. 

He walked as steadily as possible to her office, knocked lightly on the 
door, then entered. What followed next, Lee shuddered to remember. It is 
enough to say that he failed miserably. Miss Landis knew exactly what he was 
up to right from the start and she had a grand time playing with him right 
up to the point when she coolly refused his request for a kiss good-bye and 
then showed him to her door. 

"If I'm not about to sleep with the president, I'm certainly not going to 
bed down with you, Mr. Prewitt, even if it is your last day here." She told 
him loudly enough for the whole office to hear. Then she shut the door on 
his thunderstruck face. 

The whole place burst into laughter and Lee had fled to the John where he 
threw up most of what he had drunk in the last few hours. 

It took his friends a half an hour to get him to return to the party, and 
even after they had convinced him that nobody thought he was an ass-hole for 
what had happened, the incident left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't 
enjoy the rest of the afternoon and was very glad when quitting time rolled 
around and his friends carted him to his van. He didn't sleep well at all 
that night, the affair with Miss Landis haunted his dreams and when he awoke 
the next morning he had a horrible hangover that didn't leave him until he 
was over three hundred miles from the city. 

It was sure a great way to end his career and life in that town, he thought 
later. It fit his style just perfectly. A life of shit, ending up in shit! 
He didn't think he'd ever forget her smirking grin or frosty put-down for as 
long as he lived! 

And now he had been on the road for a week, free at last, and where or what 
had it gotten him? Nothing! A quick blow-job from a bored whore in Detroit 
which had been worse than if he had just jacked-off. Here he was, free as a 
bird, loads of dough and no one to spend it on, nothing to do. It looked 
like his dream of wild adventure on the open highways was turning into 
something as boring as two weeks in Burbank! 

He had yet to meet anybody really exciting on the road. He'd had his fill of 
soldiers on leave, college kids going home for vacation, and all the bums 
and drifters bouncing from one end of the country to the other. The only 
girl he'd seen hitching by herself told him she was a lesbian the minute she 
got in the car and she had added that she knew karate and she would kill him 
if he tried anything. She spent the whole time she was with him talking 
about castrating men and she scared the hell out of him for two hundred 
miles! So he had given up on hitch-hikers, preferring his own company and 
that of his stereo. 

So now he was alone, listening to a mellow country-rock tune spin softly 
from the front speakers, cruising at an easy fifty-five miles an hour. He'd 
given up going very fast with the motor home. It was dangerous and wasted 
too much fuel. Let all the rest of the rats run the race, he thought, I've 
got plenty of time. 

Suddenly a battered sedan came up behind him, swerving around his van wildly 
and careening past, going from one side of the road to the other. Lee jerked 
the motor home far to the right and decreased his speed to let the other 
vehicle get far away from him. 

At first he thought that the driver must be very drunk, but as the car sped 
away down the road, he thought he could see somebody fighting inside. He 
picked up his speed again and followed the racing car in front of him. 

As Lee drew up behind it he saw one of the back doors fly open and a boy 
come tumbling out, followed by a younger child, a girl he thought, her long 
auburn hair flying wildly as she kicked at the teenager lying half out of 
the car. 

Another boy jumped out of the car and ran around the back, grabbing the girl 
by the arms and holding her as she kicked and fought at the boy who had been 
lying on the ground. She was screaming and cursing them, but she was having 
little success in freeing herself, they were too big for her. 

Lee pulled up about fifteen feet from the scene and watched for a moment. By 
this time the car had emptied of the three other occupants and they were 
standing around the girl in a small circle, laughing and shoving her back 
and forth. Lee reached into his glove compartment and drew out a small, 
thirty-eight caliber pistol he had bought for protection. He rested it on 
his lap and leaned his head out the window of the van. 

"Anything wrong?" he called out to the group. 

"No, nothing wrong, just having a little fun with my sister," the oldest 
looking of the boys called back. 

"I'M NOT HIS SISTER!" the girl yelled, "I don't even KNOW these guys!" 

"Don't listen to her, buddy. She's my sister, ain't she, guys?" the leader 
said, and his friends all nodded and shouted that the girl really was 
related to the boy. 

The girl broke away from them and ran up to Lee's van, dragging a worn 
wallet from her hip pocket. She thrust it into Lee's face and pleaded with 
him. 

"Look, LOOK! Here's my name; here's who I am! They picked me up and I told 
them a lie about my name! Go ahead, ask them to tell you who I am if they 
know me!" 

Lee looked at a school identification card that read: Brandy Blake, 1643 
Sutton Ave, Newlend, Ohio. 

He looked up from the wallet and said, casually, "Okay, son, what's your 
sister's name?" 

The boy's grin turned to a frown as he looked back and forth between his 
friends and the motor home. He began walking toward Lee slowly. "Okay, 
Mister, no trouble, just get the hell out of here before you get hurt," he 
said menacingly. 

Lee pushed Brandy out of the way and fired a shot from his pistol into the 
dirt a few feet in front of the teenager. The boy jumped back, his eyes wide 
with fright. 

"That's far enough, son. Another step and you'll lose your foot." Lee told 
him, then he told the young girl to go around the back of the van and climb 
in the front. 

"I'll get to you, you ass-hole!" he cried. 

Lee grinned and aimed with the pistol, fired two shots and blew out both the 
right side tires. 

"Good luck," he told the boy, then laughing he backed slowly out onto the 
road then roared off down the highway, leaving the young man swearing and 
kicking at the sand. 

A few minutes later they were on a different route, miles away from the 
scene where he'd picked the girl up and Lee was feeling for the first time 
in the long week since he'd left his job that he'd finally done something 
worthwhile. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Lee reached over the girl and slipped the pistol back into the glove 
compartment. He noticed that she was sitting huddled against the door, her 
arms wrapped around herself tightly. When he glanced at her she lowered her 
gaze so that her eyes would not meet his. He quickly sat back up in his seat 
and turned to the road in front of him. He slipped another tape into the 
deck underneath the dashboard and settled back in his seat. In a few moments 
a lighter, bouncier music filled the van and he hoped the change in mood 
would make the girl less ill at ease. 

They rode along in silence for awhile, then Lee heard the quiet, choking 
sound of the little girl's crying. He turned and saw her with her face to 
her hands, the tears rolling out over her fingers. He reached out to touch 
her shoulder and she jerked away from his hand violently. 

"DONT!" she cried. 

He drew his hand back to the steering wheel quickly. "Hey, okay. Okay, don't 
worry, nobody's going to lay a finger on you." 

They were quiet for a little while longer, then the girl took a deep breath 
and said, "I'm sorry I yelled. I guess I'm still afraid from back there." 

"Forget it, honey, I can understand why you would be." 

"Thank you for saving me from them, I don't know what would have happened if 
you hadn't come along." 

Lee nodded and cleared his throat. "Well, Miss, ah, Brandy is it?" 

"Uh-huh, Brandy Blake." 

"Well, Miss Brandy Blake, what are you doing hitch-hiking so late in the 
day? Isn't it about time you were home?" 

"I don't have a home," the little girl said quietly. 

"Or you're running away from one," Lee said, laughing until he saw a fear 
leap into Brandy's eyes. "Come on, don't worry, I'm not going to haul you 
back to where ever it is you come from." 

The girl smiled, obviously relieved. She began to hum along with the music 
and tap her fingers on the dashboard. Lee was glad to see her loosen up, he 
had been getting worried that she would be so afraid after what had happened 
to her that she would never open up. 

He looked at her closely. She was a cute little kid, couldn't be more than 
twelve or thirteen, he thought. Her hair was tangled and her pretty little 
face smudged with dirt, and her clothes looked like she'd been sleeping in 
them for a week. He wondered just how long she had been on the road. 

The sun was going down and Lee's stomach began to growl. "Getting hungry?" 
he asked the little girl. 

"Kind of," she replied hesitantly. 

"Well, it's almost time to stop for the night. By my map there's a rest stop 
a few miles ahead. We can pull in there." 

The rest stop was a convenient shady area easily accessible from the 
highway. They pulled in just after the sun had dipped below the horizon and 
parked between two tractor-trailers. 

Lee shut the engine off and switched over to the generator he used to power 
the vehicle when he wasn't driving. He climbed out of the driver's seat and 
nodded in the direction behind him. 

"Come on," he said to the little girl, "Let me show you the rest of my 
home." 

She followed him to the back of the motor home. The living area was a 
tightly enclosed but well coordinated setup. Directly behind the driver's 
seat stood a large sink with cupboards above it. Next to that was a short 
counter, followed by the refrigerator, the smaller cooler for the beer keg, 
the stove and finally a small but adequate clothes closet. 

On the other side, beginning from the passenger's seat were the combination 
television, movie, stereo, video-tape console, next a bench that folded down 
from the side of the van as did the small dining table in front of it. 
Behind the table there was a small, comfortable couch that converted into a 
bed, behind that two separate cubicles, the first containing a toilet and 
small sink, the second a shower. Behind the closet and shower, spanning the 
width of the van was a one-and-one-half sized bed. There were plastic, 
sliding partitions in front of the bed and behind the cab of the van and Lee 
pulled the ones leading to the back closed as he and Brandy entered the 
living area. 

'Wow," she said looking around, "This is neat." 

"Yeah, I like it." 

"This is a real nice way to take a vacation." 

"Oh, I'm not on a vacation, I live here." 

"You mean all the time?" 

"From now on. I just quit my job a few days ago. 

"Wow, you must be rich!" 

Lee chuckled. "Well, not rich, but I can afford to enjoy myself." 

"What are you going to do now that you don't have a job?" 

"I really don't know, travel I guess. Travel until I find something that 
interests me." 

"That's what I'm going to do, too." 

"What's that?" 

"Just keep going until I find a place to stay put." 

"Don't you think your mother and father are going to worry about you?" 

"They're dead, my ... my daddy died a couple of years ago and my mom just a 
couple of days ago." 

Lee looked at the little girl closely, he could tell by the look in her eyes 
that she wasn't lying about that much of the story. "I'm sorry," he said 
awkwardly. 

"It's all right, mommy taught us not to cry when things went bad, but to be 
strong and try and find a way to work out your troubles." 

"It sounds like your mother was a tough lady." 

"She was, and I try to be like her, even if I do sometimes cry and act like 
a baby." 

"We all do once in awhile," Lee said, gently. 

Lee leaned against the sink and watched in amusement as the little girl 
wandered about the van, her eyes wide with wonder and excitement at all she 
was seeing. She touched and poked into everything, her child's curiosity 
driving her to examine each object and cubicle she came across. 

"This is the most wonderful home I've ever seen!" she told him. "It's like a 
little castle on wheels!" 

"I never thought of it that way," Lee said, nodding. "I guess you could say 
that, though, because I must admit, I do feel like a king sometimes." 

"Gee, I wish I could be queen of a castle like this." 

"Maybe someday you will, Brandy." 

The little girl nodded and flopped down on the couch. Lee asked her if she 
would like something to drink but she shook her head, saying, "I wonder, I 
mean, I feel really dirty..." 

"Oh, sure, go ahead, take a shower, You can undress in the sleeping 
compartment." 

He walked over to the closet and brought out a robe and handed it to her. He 
watched as she picked up her battered suitcase and slipped into the small 
bedroom, closing the plastic curtain behind her. In a few moments she was 
padding out in her bare feet, his large robe draping her body like a shroud. 
She made such a funny picture all huddled up inside of the robe that he had 
to laugh. 

"You look like one of the seven dwarfs," he told her. 

She giggled and looked at herself in a full-length mirror hung on the door 
of the toilet. "I guess I do," she agreed, then as Lee discreetly turned 
around, she slipped out of the robe and into the shower. Moments later the 
sound of spraying water was heard and Lee turned to making dinner. 

Brandy stood under the sharp, stinging spray and let the hot, soothing water 
rain on her tired and dirty body deliriously. It was the first time in 
almost a week that she had come near to taking a complete bath and the 
experience was agonizingly pleasurable. The water dashed against her skin in 
harsh, compelling drops and all the dirt and weariness seemed to melt away 
from her. 

She took the fragrant bar of soap from the small indentation on the wall 
that served as a tray and began to run the bar over her body. She felt as if 
she were washing all of the past from her as she scrubbed briskly at her 
skin. For the first time in weeks, perhaps months she felt almost safe. This 
man seemed to be kind and it had been quite awhile since she had felt at 
ease around a male of any age. She remembered how he had responded when she 
pleaded with him not to touch her. His shying away from her made her feel 
comfortable with him. He wouldn't be like Charlie or the boys that had 
picked her up earlier. She knew somehow that she could trust him not to try 
and do those things to her, and yet, realizing that she knew that made the 
idea of all those things appealing to her in some strange way. She 
remembered how her body had felt when she touched herself while watching 
Barbara and Charlie and as she absently rubbed her tiny crotch she felt the 
same, tingling sensation that awed and scared her with its power to make her 
feel so good. 

She shivered in pleasure and scolded herself. "I have to stop doing that all 
the time," she said. "It's not right." But something told her differently 
and she could not help enjoying the feeling as she let the warm, dashing 
shower of water beat against her budding sex while she rinsed herself off. 

Lee busied himself with the dinner. He was cooking a couple of steaks in the 
broiler and baking potatoes in the oven. He had a small pot of corn boiling 
on one of the burners and was working on a salad. It was a lot more meal 
then he would normally prepare for himself, not being a big eater, but the 
poor kid looked half-starved to him, along with dirty and worn out from so 
many days on the road. 

She must have one hell of a home life, he thought, his hands slicing and 
chopping onions on a small bread board. He remembered his own childhood with 
a bitterness. His old man had been a drunk, his mother a weak and passive 
woman. He'd grown up feeling unwanted and in the way, and he remembered all 
the times when he felt he would die if he didn't escape the hell that was 
his household. He could well understand the little girl's desperate desire 
to get far away, but, Jesus, she was so goddamn young! Maybe after a good 
meal and a night's rest she might tell him where she was going. If he 
couldn't get her to go home, he could at least try and take her someplace 
where she would be safe. He shuddered to think about all the perverts she 
would meet on the road. She would be helpless against them and more than 
just in danger of rape. He recalled too many stories of young girls just 
disappearing without a trace while hitch-hiking. He nodded to himself and 
made a vow to try and help the little child as best he could. 

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the shower being 
turned off and it was only the unfamiliar sound of a door opening in the van 
that made him turn around to see where the noise came from. 

His eyes opened wide as he saw Brandy standing in front of the shower, 
reaching for his robe, her nubile young body naked and still glistening with 
drops of water from the shower. 

His eyes ran up and down her flawless skin. Her pert, budding tits stood 
high on her small chest, jutting out proudly like two promising fruits, the 
tiny nipples erect from the slight chill in the air. Her trim, taut tummy 
had just the slightest suggestion of a girlish pot and it swept downward to 
her beautifully formed pubic mound, small tuffs of auburn hair swirling 
around her thin, virginal pussy. Her straight, perfectly formed legs flared 
out from her smooth waist, down through fleshy, firm thighs, dimpled knees, 
narrow well-turned calves, into slim attractive ankles and she stood upon 
the prettiest pair of little feet he had ever seen. Her toes curled adorably 
under his attentive gaze and the whole effect of her body was breathtaking. 
He had truthfully never seen a more beautiful girl or woman in his entire 
life. To say that she was perfect would not have been an exaggeration at 
all. 

He felt his cock getting hard in his pants and his mouth suddenly went very 
dry. The girl was watching him with a mixture of fear and wonder in her eyes 
and he realized that he was having a strange effect on her. She didn't turn 
away or grab for the robe to cover herself and Lee was puzzled and a little 
frightened that she didn't. He swiftly turned his back on the child, 
muttering an embarrassed apology as he did. 

Brandy herself did not understand why she didn't leap for the robe the 
moment he turned and saw her. Moreover was confused as to why she stepped 
out of the shower naked in the first place. Thinking about it now, as she 
slipped quickly into the robe and belted it tight around her waist, she 
realized that without knowing it she had wanted Lee to see her naked. She 
was terrified by the self-revelation and was grateful that Lee had turned 
his back when he did, because she knew that she wouldn't have been the first 
of them to have made the move to take her body from his eyes. 

"Dinner's ready," Lee said huskily, trying to get his voice back to normal. 
The sight of the girl's admittedly desirable body still disturbed him and he 
wanted to get his mind and the tone of their being together on a less 
dangerous level. 

Brandy skipped over to the small dining table and sat down, her eyes wide 
with anticipation as he brought the food over to her. Lee was glad to see 
that she had completely forgot the incident of a moment ago in the obvious 
stirring of her hunger. 

He piled the food on her plate then went back to the stove, filled his own 
dish and joined her at the table. 

They both ate quickly and with gusto. Lee was amused to find that Brandy had 
been as hungry as he'd thought, and he was surprised to find that he had 
quite an appetite himself. The food was excellent if he did say so himself 
and when they had finished both of them sat back, happily and contentedly 
stuffed. 

Lee poured himself another cup of coffee and brought Brandy a third glass of 
milk. He mixed in cream and sugar and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke 
away from the little girl across the table. 

"That was great!" she told him. 

He smiled. "I'm glad you liked it." 

"I haven't eaten like that in weeks. My step-father used to just toss a TV 
dinner into the oven every night, boy did I get sick of those." 

"I know what you mean." 

They made small talk for awhile, Lee gently probing the girl for facts to 
her past but she was reluctant to give him very much information so he 
didn't try to push her very hard. He wanted her to be completely at ease and 
he could see that she did not trust him enough to let him know too much 
about herself. Finally he suggested that they should go to bed. He laughed 
to himself when he saw her eyes dart to the small alcove that held the rear 
bed. 

She really thinks I mean with me, he thought. He shook his head and told her 
about the sofa bed and could tell that she was relieved when she understood 
that he wasn't planning to sleep with her. 

He folded the table and single bench back into the wall and pulled the bed 
out. He got some sheets and blankets and an extra pillow from the closet, 
then he made the bed with Brandy's help and after she had slipped into the 
rear of the bus and pulled the plastic curtains shut, he undressed and 
turned off the lights in the van. 

"Lee?" 

"Yes, Brandy." 

"Thank you for everything." 

"Sure, good night, honey." 

"Good night, Lee." 

He closed his eyes and tried to bring the sleep on him, he was tired enough 
from all the day's excitement but it wouldn't come, the image of Brandy's 
naked, young body came floating back to him and tormented him with painful 
desire. He loathed himself for even thinking of the child in a sexual manner 
but he could force the burning wanting that was racing through his loins 
every time he remembered how she had looked with the water still dripping 
from her body. 

God, he thought, I must be really sick, really, really, sick. He tossed and 
turned and it was only after a long while that he could mercifully fall 
asleep. 

Brandy lay in her own bed, thinking about Lee watching her when she stepped 
from the shower and she knew that she had enjoyed getting him excited. She 
remembered his huge bulging crotch and the way it seemed to throb as Lee had 
stared at her so intently. She did not know why she had enjoyed it, but she 
had. Something in his eyes had set her flesh tingling much the same way as 
it had when she was watching Charlie and Barbara. She felt it was horribly 
wrong to enjoy such feelings but she knew that not only could she not 
control them but she was slowly but surely growing more of the mind that she 
did not want to stop the intense, pleasurable sensations that aroused her 
young body. More than that, she realized with an excited fear, she was 
beginning to want to do something about all those desires. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Lee couldn't stand it anymore. He had been with Brandy for three days now, 
and he just couldn't stand it anymore. He was sitting alone in the van, at 
the dining table drinking straight bourbon. He'd sent Brandy to the out-door 
movie that the camp site they were staying in was playing. He just had to be 
alone to think things out. He had been drinking steadily for almost two 
hours and was hardly even a little high when he should have been gassed. But 
the raging desires and obscene thoughts that were going through his mind and 
body, that had been going through him for the past three days would not 
allow him even the escape of getting drunk. 

He faced the facts, he wanted Brandy very badly. He didn't think he had ever 
wanted a woman as badly in his life and she wasn't even a woman. She wasn't 
even a teenager for Christ-sakes! He had the hots for an eleven-year-old 
girl! A child barely into puberty. How could he have such lust for a little 
girl. 

Oh sure, he told himself, she had all the equipment, her tits were really 
becoming tits and not just shapeless mounds of flesh, and she already had 
some nice fuzz on her crotch, but she was still a girl. A little girl! 

It was bad enough that he wanted her, but what made it worse was that it was 
getting harder and harder to keep his hands off of her. He found himself 
brushing against her when they passed each other in the van, and his hand 
would always curl around her little ass whenever he helped her climb inside 
the cab and once, for the love of God, he had reached across her to lock the 
damn door and when he brought his hand back it brushed across her tits and 
he left it there for quite a number of seconds. There was no getting around 
it, his greedy, wanting fingers were seizing every opportunity to touch and 
fondle her warm, soft flesh and there was little he could do to stop 
himself. 

Sadly, he realized that he would have to get rid of her before he did 
something terrible. It was getting so that he could think of nothing else 
but her firm, young nude body standing like a graceful fawn in front of the 
shower. If he didn't get her away from him soon, he knew that he would be 
trying to do more than just touch her. 

He sighed and slugged down another shot of bourbon then refilled his glass. 
He had about a thousand left in traveler's checks left. He would give most 
of it to Brandy in the morning and send her away. He could wait in the camp 
a couple of days while a bank draft came in from his home bank then he would 
get the hell away to some place where he could forget about her. 

"Or at least find somebody my own age," he muttered. 

He knew he was bad off, but to go lusting after pre-teenagers. That was 
really the bottom of the barrel. Here was this cute, innocent kid and he was 
almost on the verge of raping her! He shuddered at the thought and breathed 
a sigh of relief that he was finally doing what he should have done days 
ago. Get her away from him before he ruined her mind against men for all 
time. She was so trusting, he just had to save her from himself. He heard 
the passenger door open and turned to see Brandy climbing in. 

She was wearing a pair of hot-pants and one of his old shirts. As she bent 
over he could see a flash of her tits and he turned his head away in 
self-disgust. Her body had an almost hypnotic effect on him and it made him 
wish that she would wear a snowsuit or something instead of the briefest, 
most revealing outfits all the time. She got a glass of milk from the 
refrigerator and flopped down on the narrow plastic seat across from him 
"You're drinking," she said in a girlish voice. "Yes." 

"Why?" 

"Do I have to have a reason?" 

"I just wondered. My mother used to drink because she would get sad. 
Charlie, my step-father, used to drink to be happy. I just wondered which it 
was with you." 

"It depends on the mood I'm in." 

"Well, what kind of mood are you in now?" 

"You'd better go to bed, Brandy, it's late." 

"Uh-oh, a bad one, huh?" 

"I said go to bed, Brandy!" 

"Okay, okay." 

She finished her milk, pouting, her cute little face turning sullen with her 
lips slightly puckered and glistening in the soft glow of the van's 
lighting. Lee felt a harsh stirring in his loins and turned his gaze from 
the little child. He heard her undress and shut the curtain then he laid his 
head on the table and moaned. 

He must have passed out for a couple of minutes because the next thing he 
knew he was being awoken by the urgent, fearful cry of Brandy calling out 
his name. He leaped up from the table knocking over his glass and cursing he 
ran over to the rear of the bus and pulled the curtains open. 

Brandy was lying down under the covers of the bed, shaking, her eyes wide 
and glistening with tears. "What's the matter?" he said worriedly. 

Brandy sobbed and sat up quickly, the sheet falling from her naked chest. 
She threw her arms around him and hugged him to her tightly. He could feel 
her delicious little tits pressing deeply into his shirt as he patted her 
back and smoothed her hair. 

"Take it easy, honey," he said softly, "Take it easy." 

The little girl was crying uncontrollably now, sobbing loudly and rocking 
back and forth in his arms. "Don't leave me, please don't leave me, Lee! I'm 
so scared!" she was groaning. 

"There, there, nothing is going to happen to you Brandy, don't worry." 

"But you're going to send me away, aren't you? I just know you are!" 

Lee sighed, sadly. "Yes, I am Brandy, I have to." 

"Why!" she jerked her head up and stared painfully into his face. "Why do 
you have to send me away? I haven't done anything wrong, have I?" 

"No of course not, honey, you haven't done anything wrong." 

"But why, then?" 

"All right, Brandy, I guess it's best you know the truth, I would hate to 
lie to you, anyway," he said, slowly. He pushed the little girl away from 
him and sat down on the bed. "Do you know about sex, Brandy?" he asked her. 

The little girl shrugged, her little, budding boobs rising up and down with 
the movement of her shoulders. "A little," she answered. " I saw Charlie and 
Barbara doing things once." 

"Well, I don't know why it is, honey, maybe it's because I never had a very 
good sex-life, or maybe it's just because I'm not very good at it, but I 
never was too successful with girls and, damn it, Brandy, I can't help it 
anymore. I just want to touch you all the time. I want to do things to you 
and if you don't go away, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stop myself." 

He dropped his head to his chest and rubbed his face with his hands. Brandy 
had listened to his tortured speech with a mixture of fear and concern. Now 
she realized what was wrong. Lee didn't hate her, far from it, he WANTED 
her. He wanted to do those things that Charlie and Barbara had done, with 
her! She felt a sudden heat rising from her loins and her whole body began 
to tingle in that strange way. 

She began running her fingers slowly through his damp hair and asked him 
softly, "Why don't you have a good time with girls, Lee?" 

"I don't know, I just don't know," he moaned, "I'm just a loser, I guess!" 

Brandy pulled him over to her and pressed his face to her soft, young bosom. 
"Maybe you're too kind a person for them, Lee. I know Barbara hates boys 
that don't act tough all the time, maybe that's it." 

Lee felt a hot, burning ache in his loins and his cock seemed to be on fire 
as the little girl brushed his cheek back and forth across the tops of her 
slowly heaving breasts. The touch of her warm, incredibly soft skin was 
sending a painful sensation of lust that ripped its way from the tip of his 
prick to the base of his ass-hole. He was sweating heavily and he had to 
force himself to pull away from her. He glanced down at her tits, her flesh 
the softest skin he had ever felt, as soft as velvet or silk, the two tender 
mounds were overpoweringly sensual in their virginal readiness, her little 
nipples just peaking upward from the fleshy little globes, looking as if 
they were deliriously inviting his hands to caress them and his lips to kiss 
them. He had to tear his gaze from them and meet her eyes with his own. 

She was staring intently into his eyes, her lips trembling violently. "Lee," 
she said, her voice quivering in excitement. "Lee, teach me about sex, 
please. Please!" she whispered urgently. "Please!" 

As if it did not belong to him, his hand slowly reached up and out to the 
shaking, tiny mound in front of him. He felt a massive spark of sexual 
delight race through him as his palm covered the eleven-year-old girl's 
little titty. Brandy moaned softly as his fingers brushed lightly over the 
top of her nipple. 

"Feel good?" Lee asked, his voice cracking. He felt on fire with pleasure as 
the soft little bud sprang to life, erect and hard against his gently 
massaging fingertips. 

"Yes, oh yes," groaned the little child. His stiff, kneading fingers were 
pulling at her rosy nipples, and she could feel liquid sensations of warm, 
flowing waves sliding through her young, inexperienced boobs. "Do that some 
more," she whispered breathlessly. 

He brought his other hand to her vacant tit and began to do the same to it. 
All ten of his fingers and both palms were now cupping and massaging her 
small, luscious tits. He thrilled to the warm softness of them as he pulled 
on her young flesh and watched happily as her face contorted into a mask of 
new and unbridled pleasure. 

Her mouth was half-open and her eyes kept blinking shut as he continued his 
circular motion with his hands and fingers. He felt an aching in his balls 
and his cock was growing rapidly hard against his pants as he felt the rosy 
little nipples twirling under his palms, hard as two tiny pebbles, hot and 
urgently digging into his skin as she strained her body forward to press her 
fleshy mounds tighter to his attentive hands. 

"You're so beautiful, Brandy," Lee said, his voice husky and raw, "So damn 
beautiful!" 

"Am I really?" 

"God, yes!" he sighed. "You've got the most perfect body I have ever seen. 
You're going to be gorgeous when you grow up." 

He slowly ran his left hand down from her pert, wobbling tit to her belly. 
Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth and her body heat had risen 
measurably with constant caressing. She sighed softly as he cupped and 
rolled the flesh of her tummy, twirling his finger in her tiny navel. The 
sensations that were going through her body were much more intense than 
anything she had ever felt before. She felt hot and cold flashes race 
through her skin and she found herself shuddering involuntarily each time 
his fingers found a new area on her body to explore. 

Lee was taking his time with the child. He didn't want to scare her by 
moving too swiftly, though his cock was aching to be freed from the confines 
of his pants and connect with some part of the warm, virginal flesh he was 
so lovingly playing with. But in one way he was really enjoying the aching 
postponement of his pleasure. It was sheer ecstasy just to touch the little 
girl. The mere brushing of his fingers on her taut little belly sent shock 
waves of delight through his hands to the base of his balls. He wanted to 
make this first union last for as long as possible, as long as forever if he 
could! 

He could sense the child's excitement growing as his hand rolled over her 
belly and began to creep lower and lower. He pushed the sheet aside and 
gazed down at her crotch. Her firm, luscious thighs were clenched tightly 
together, all but hiding her young, budding sex. He smiled at the small, 
sparse swirls of hair that ringed the tiny slit and felt her quiver beneath 
his palm as his fingertips slid over the top of her pubic hill. 

"OOOO, LEE! That TICKLES!" giggled the girl. 

"Want me to stop?" 

"No! NOOO," she moaned, shivering, as he slid his fingers back and forth, 
just at the edge of her pussy, pulling gently on her thin, shimmering pubic 
hair. 

Carefully avoiding her cunt which was beginning to quiver, slightly, he ran 
his fingers down over the inside of her thigh. The girl almost jumped when 
his fingertips rolled and swirled over her fleshy leg. She moaned again as 
he grasped her firm young thigh and began massaging the downy skin roughly 
with his huge hand. 

"OHHH, it feels so GOOOOOD," she groaned. "Why did I feel bad before?" 

"You didn't know. You didn't understand." 

"It feels so wonderful!" 

"It's just beginning, honey, just beginning." 

A part of him was raging with guilt and attempting to make him stop what he 
was doing. She was too young, his conscience screamed at him. He knew this, 
he almost wanted to stop but his body wanted the feel of the girl's young, 
tender flesh too much to listen to that part of him and more and more he was 
ignoring the warnings of his mind and concentrating on the raging desire 
that was burning in his groin as he kneaded her silky thigh and cupped and 
squeezed her ripe breast. 

These twin actions caused the little girl to swoon from side to side and 
jerk her body into a tightly coiled spring ready to burst from its confining 
flesh and spread her building sexual passion out as far as it could go. She 
groaned wildly as he increased the motion of his cupping hand at her 
throbbing tit and massaged her thigh faster and faster. 

"I feel so warm," she moaned, "It feels like my whole body is all squishy 
and good." 

"Let's see how you like this," Lee said, sliding his hand from her thigh and 
cupping it over her warm mound. 

"Oh, WHAT? OOOOOoooooo!" she groaned rocking her body forward then back 
again. 

Lee chuckled and ran a single finger up and down the length of her tiny 
slit. The effect it had on Brandy's body was devastating. She shook as if 
freezing to death and bit her lower lip tightly. Hot fires seemed to burst 
to life in her loins as the liquid feeling swimming through her began to 
center on her sex. 

Up and down light as a feather against her skin went Lee's fingertip. Just 
barely touching her, pressing very gently on the hot, moist flesh he felt 
her wiggling madly beneath his stroking, single digit. 

"OOOO, HARDER!" she moaned, "Do that HARDER!" 

"All right." He took two fingers and traveled the length of her vaginal 
opening, spreading the lips a little as he slid along the damp, precious 
entrance that he longed to be inside of. His whole groin ached with wanting, 
and he could feel the come roiling in his balls, screaming to be released. 
He felt he could almost have an orgasm just by touching her lovely smooth 
flesh. 

Brandy could not believe the wondrous things her body was doing. She had 
never felt her skin, her insides feel so good in her life. Each time she 
felt it could not feel any better, Lee did something that made her blood 
race and her skin tingle ten times more! Now she knew why Barbara had 
enjoyed doing those things with Charlie, this was better than playing with 
dolls, eating ice-cream and watching TV all put together! No wonder her 
mommy had gone out with men so much! 

Suddenly she felt one of Lee's fingers slip into her slit and plunge deep 
into her cunt. She gasped as hundreds of arrows of pleasure shot through her 
lower body. 

"OH, LEE!" she gasped. 

"like that?" 

"OH YES, OH YES, OHHH YESSS!" She threw her head back and groaned loudly as 
he pumped the strong, straight finger in and out of her at a slow, rhythmic 
rate. 

"Have you ever done this to yourself?" Lee asked her, rubbing his thumb 
across the tip of her tiny clitoris. 

"Not ... not ... .on ... purpose..." the little girl gasped. Her small, 
round love-bud grew rapidly hard and erect as Lee's firm thumb rolled it 
round and round in its little valley. 

"Well, you can do this to yourself anytime you want, you know. You don't 
need me." 

"I think I'd rather have you do it," she whispered passionately, rocking her 
body back and forth, matching the rhythm that his finger and thumb were 
creating on her throbbing mound. 

Lee laughed happily and increased his pressure and force on the little 
girl's cunt. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter every moment. Each 
stroke slipped his finger in and out of her with greater ease and his hand 
was making little slurping noises as it slapped against her thighs. He took 
his other hand from her tit and slid it down her belly and over her thighs. 
Very gently he pushed her adorable legs apart and ran his hand underneath 
her delicious ass. Her cupped the firm rounded cheeks, first one then the 
other, squeezing them tightly, pulling them apart, and kneading the soft, 
spongy flesh with strong, urgent fingers. 

Gently he began probing her tight little ass-hole with his little finger. He 
poked lightly at the tiny starfish entrance, pressing the flesh with his 
fingertip, rubbing the digit round and round the small, taut passage 
vigorously. Brandy had never felt anything but a bar of soap on that part of 
her body and the sensation was both strange and exciting. She didn't know 
where to concentrate her mind, on her cunt where his stiff, long finger 
continued to pump in and out of her at a leisurely pace or on her ass-hole 
where this new and equally insistent feeling was arousing her. She was in a 
dilemma of pleasures and the confusion was disturbing but delightful. She 
decided to just let herself go and follow whichever felt best at the moment. 

Slowly Lee pushed his little finger into her tight anal canal. She shuddered 
as it entered her and moaned softly as he turned his finger this way and 
that, tugging at the flesh, pinching it kindly. 

"That's nice, nice," Brandy whispered, "I never knew you could do anything 
like that, there." She wiggled her bottom against his hand until his finger 
slid a little deeper inside her tight, virgin ass-hole. 

Lee positioned his body so that her knees were drawn up and her legs on 
either side of him. Now his fingers were working rapidly on the little 
girl's lower body. Brandy's cunt and ass-hole burned with a fever she had 
never known. She felt hot spasms of pleasure race through her flesh, 
wracking her entire body at a rate that would have terrified her had they 
not felt so good. She could feel Lee's fingers tap against each other 
through the inner walls of her viginal cunt and baby-smooth ass-hole. She 
groaned wildly and tossed her body back and forth on the bed. Steaming juice 
began to leak from her cunt and the intoxicating odor filled Lee's nostrils 
with the heady aroma of a young, untried sexual animal, making the painful 
ache in his balls grow even stronger. 

He looked down at her pretty, perfectly formed feet and noticed her tiny 
pink toes curling and uncurling every time he stroked his busy fingers in 
and out of her two, hot moist holes. He bent his head Sown and kissed the 
top of one of her feet, drawing his tongue along the length of it until he 
reached one of her toes. She giggled happily as he kissed it softly, rolling 
his tongue over the smooth rounded tip. 

He nibbled at her toes, his teeth nipping at the soft, pink flesh greedily 
and she sighed contentedly as he added this to the other pleasures he was 
already giving her. His lips rolled over the flawless little stubs and he 
began kissing and sucking them, lapping his tongue over and around them. 

"YOU KEEP DOING IT, LEE! You just keep making me feel better and better all 
the time!" she groaned, her hands tapping against the sheet beneath her 
quaking little body. "OOOOO, I LOVE IT!" 

He drew his licking tongue over her instep and began kissing her ankle, 
nibbling at the flesh while slowly moving upward. His tongue scraped softly 
along the length of her calf up to her lovely knee where he rolled his lips 
around in an ever widening circle, licking her quivering flesh with his 
lazy, rough tongue. He slid his mouth under her leg and began kissing the 
back of her knee, nipping at the fleshy joint with his sharp experienced 
teeth. Brandy tossed about jerkingly, her thin, shapely leg shaking 
spasmodically. Lee drew his lips upward to her thigh and the girl felt the 
first, definite sensations of what was to come as he kissed and lapped the 
firm, moist skin with his hungry mouth. 

Lee took his hand from her cunt and began to stroke her hot thigh with firm, 
forceful motions. He spread her girlish legs wide and slowly kissed his way 
upward. 

"OH YES, OH YES, YES!" Brandy was moaning, her tiny hands clenching into 
fists and beating a steady tattoo on the bed. To her yearning body, Lee's 
progress was agonizingly slow. She did not know exactly what he was about to 
do, but her mind was racing with faint remembered pictures of Charlie's 
mouth on her sister's sex and she hungered for Lee to make her thrash about 
as Barbara had done. 

"MORE!" she cried. "MORE! MORE!" as his mouth moved closer and closer to her 
aching pussy, her cunt-lips dripping with the hot juice was seeping from her 
throbbing love-pit. "MORE, MORE, MORE! AAGGGHHH, GOD, MORE!! ! " 

Lee could smell the exhilarating, musky scent rising from her young pussy 
and feel the heat pouring from her palpitating flesh. He was so intoxicated 
by the warmth and aroma it almost made him dizzy as he continued his 
delicious journey upward. He felt his nose tap against her yearning slit and 
he nuzzled the wet line affectionately. Brandy gasped and shuddered 
uncontrollably, her breath coming in rapid, loud bursts, her hot, tingling 
thighs opened apart wider to accommodate his searching head. He lifted his 
mouth slightly and took one, long, leisurely swipe at her shivering, 
virginal pussy that sent her into a series of violent spasms as the stinging 
power of orgasmic passion surged through her cunt. 

"OH, MY GOD!" she cried and her body shuddered once again as he licked her 
pussy a second time. "LEE! OH, LEE, LEE!" 

His tongue rolled upward and began flicking her tiny lovebud of a clitoris. 
The throbbing little knob was hot and wet to his touch and his darting arrow 
of passion stabbed at the small pebble of pleasure with increasing passion. 
Brandy felt the liquid fires of passion surging through her body as she 
squirmed about the bed, clutching the sheet with her fingers and crying out 
in low, sharp bursts of ecstasy. "AH, AH, GOD, OH GOD, AH, UM, UMPH, HNGGHN, 
OOOO!" 

Lee scraped his tongue back and forth across the tip of her burning clit, 
pressing his face to her pubic mound and rolling the tiny knot around the 
edges of his teeth, sucking it into his mouth and slashing his tongue wildly 
at the small bud until the little girl was almost sobbing with pleasure. 

He gripped her thighs with both hands and inhaled the heady aroma of her 
sweet, young sex. His fingers massaged her fleshy flanks, exhilarating . in 
the touch of her smooth, tender skin as he buried his face in her crotch and 
drove his tongue swiftly and deeply into her wet, throbbing passage of love. 

Brandy almost leaped into the air as his strong, determined dart of passion 
slithered into her cunt and his lips locked around the outside of her pussy. 

"OH! OHHH, OHHH, UHHH," she groaned, clenching and unclenching her fists and 
tossing her head from side to side. His mouth was an engine of lust driving 
her into a frenzy she had never known before. Her flesh seemed red hot, 
every cell in her body poised to explode beneath the unending force of his 
slashing tongue, sucking lips and nibbling teeth. 

Lee had never known such excitement, such exquisite agony before in his 
life. Never before had the mere touch, the simple odor of a woman turned him 
on so. His cock had not even been touched and yet he felt as if a dozen 
orgasms had already tore his body asunder. Just sucking the little girl's 
tender, adolescent pussy drove him wild with hunger and passion. His aching 
body felt strong and powerful and he would have almost been content just to 
eat away at her, not even have her touch him it felt so good to give the 
child such pleasure. Never in all his forty years had foreplay been so 
exciting, so fulfilling or so maddening. 

His fingers dug into her thighs and he kneaded the flesh forcefully, wildly, 
he wanted her to scream with pleasure! He sucked her thin, delightful pussy 
lips into his mouth and sucked on them powerfully. She moaned and threw her 
cunt up into his face, rocking her body up and down, side to side, almost 
out of any control whatsoever. He wanted to drive the child insane with 
lust, mad with pleasure! He wanted her orgasm to be an explosion she would 
remember for the rest of her life! 

His tongue was an unrelenting piston of pleasure. On and on it pumped, in 
and out of her pussy. She was gushing with wet, sticky passion juice. His 
mouth was soaked with her dampness. His lips gobbled it up and the sweet 
taste of her excited flesh made his body ache with wanting and his mind 
intoxicated with the wine of her cunt. He sucked viciously at her sweet, 
young cunt, his teeth bit and snapped at her flesh while his tongue 
continued to probe her inner passage, burying itself as deep as it could go 
forcing the little child to higher and higher plains of ecstasy. 

Brandy could hardly focus her eyes through the blinding light and terrible 
passion that wracked her body but she managed to see and watch Lee as he 
worked diligently at giving her such massive pleasure. She could tell he was 
enjoying what he was doing, his eyes had a mad, lusty sparkle in them as he 
poured his energy into his task. The sight of him deriving such pleasure 
from doing this to her thrilled her even more and made the sensual delights 
his mouth and tongue were having on her body all that much more intense. She 
vowed she would return this gift of unmeasureable ecstasy to him tenfold. 

Her whole body was a raging fire of wanting. The flaming desires that were 
racing through every nerve ending in her flesh were unimaginable. Never in 
her wildest dreams would she have ever thought anything could feel this 
good. Her cunt was a blazing furnace of lust, a towering fire of passion 
that only a massive explosion of orgasmic proportions could quench. She felt 
the heat steaming from her aching pussy and could feel something gigantic 
building deep in her loins. It felt as if her whole body had been compacted 
into one tiny, pressurized space the size of her cunt, indeed she felt as if 
her whole existence lay inside her throbbing, burning pussy. 

"Lee, LEE, LEE-E-E-E-E!" she moaned, "Something's HAPPENING! SOMETHING'S 
HAPPENINGGGGG!" she screamed, and suddenly a massive tremor seized hold of 
her body and shook her uncontrollably. 

"AHHHIIinniEEEEEE!" she cried at the top of her lungs, grabbing his head 
with both of her hands and mashing his face against her exploding cunt as 
wave upon wave of devastating orgasm swept through her body, the climax so 
intense that she almost fainted from its breathtaking power. Her cunt burst 
with come and poured into Lee's greedy mouth as she shook violently and 
ground her precious ass around and around on the mattress, trying to wrest 
more and more pleasure from her body. 

Lee stepped up his oral attack on her exploding pussy. He lapped up her hot, 
burning juices and sucked powerfully on her cunt. The little girl sobbed 
with pleasure as he worked harder on her throbbing, agonizingly sweet pussy. 
Her flesh was on fire with lust and she threw her hips up to meet his 
plunging mouth, twisting herself round and round into his digging tongue and 
sucking lips. She shuddered violently over and over as another and yet 
another climax tore through her flesh, then slowly she began to quiet down 
as the passion drained from her still aching cunt and the orgasmic tremors 
eased away from her leaving her sobbing for breath, completely spent, 
jerking spasmodically as the lingering traces of her coming raced out of her 
body. 

Lee lifted his head from the moist, steaming little pussy and smiled over 
her belly. He gazed into the eleven year old's somewhat vacant eyes then 
bent his head and gave her still dripping cunt one last, lazy, cat-like lick 
of the tongue. She quivered a little and sighed. He rested his cheek on her 
tender little pubic mound and stroked her thigh with his fingertips. 

"Was that nice?" he asked, almost casually. 

The child ran her fingers through his damp, forty-year-old hair and moaned 
softly. "Oh, wow, YEAH! I never felt like that ever before! It was so nice, 
Lee, SO NICE!" 

"Well, I'll do that for you anytime you want me to." 

"Did ... did you like doing that?" 

He laughed. "Hell yes, I did! I loved it! I never had so much fun eating a 
girl out before in my life!" he said, pinching her ass with his other hand. 

The raging fury that had been seething in his balls had subsided a little, 
but his cock was still semi-erect and his sack still ached with a beating, 
agonizing wanting. He shifted his position to take some of the pressure off 
of quaking crotch and Brandy could see the bulge in his pants throbbing 
rhythmically as the blood pumped through his obviously excited prick. 

She was dying to see his cock out in the open. She remembered the things 
that Barbara had done to Charlie and she wondered if Lee would let her do 
those things to him. She wanted to see what a cock felt like in her hands 
and mouth. She pushed Lee away from her to take his weight off her belly and 
the older man sat up on the bed, shaking his head and running his fingers 
through his hair. 

"You don't look very comfortable, Lee, all dressed up." 

He grinned at her. "What are you trying to do, Brandy, get me to take off my 
clothes?" 

"Only if you want to," she answered softly, lowering her eyes. 

"I'd love to," he chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt. 

"Here, let me help you," Brandy said, jumping and grabbing his belt, 
fumbling with the buckle. 

"Hey, HEY! Take it easy!" he laughed. "Don't be in such a hurry." 

The little girl had his zipper down and she was tugging at his underwear. He 
lifted his butt from the mattress and Brandy pulled his clothing down his 
legs and tossed them onto the floor. Lee slipped out of his shirt and sat 
naked and a little embarrassed on the bed. He felt a little strange having 
the child sitting beside him, staring down at his gently pulsating cock. 

"It looks so cute, can I touch it?" she asked. 

"Sure," he groaned. Just having the little child say that was enough to get 
the smoldering fires to begin to flame again. 

Brandy reached out with a tentative hand, her soft, angelic, immature 
breasts quivering slightly as her tiny, perfect fingers neared the object of 
her curiosity and desire. Lee could feel the blood pounding in his balls, 
and the sweat popping out on his forehead as the girl's trembling fingers 
came closer and closer to his aching shaft. She had not even touched him yet 
and he felt ready to explode 

Very gently she touched the tip of his prick with the very edge of her 
fingers. Lee groaned at the point of contact and his cock jerked about in 
the air wildly. The girl drew her hand away, frightened that she had hurt 
him. 

"No," he moaned, "Don't stop, touch it, TOUCH IT AGAIN!" 

Brandy stretched out her hand again and Lee groaned in agonizing pleasure as 
he felt her fingertips touch the base of his shaft. The little girl began to 
trace a slow, soft line along the length of his hard, warm prick. Her 
fingers barely making contact with his rough, gnarled rod, her pointed, 
delicate nails slicing into his nerve endings sending wild, spasms of 
burning delight rocketing up and down his aching cock. 

She paused at the head of his cock and watched in wonder as the blood-red 
bulb throbbed excitedly beneath her gentle touch. She rolled her thumb over 
the apple-like tip vigorously and was delighted to see Lee toss his body 
about the mattress groaning in pleasure and breathing heavily as her tender 
young fingers caressed the strong, thick organ. 

She slid her hand down the other side of his prick and cupped his balls in 
the palm of her little hand. She experimented squeezing it gently and smiled 
at his reaction. He sighed almost as if in pain and nodded his head briskly. 

"Yes, YES," he moaned, "That's it, THAT'S IT, MORE, MORE!" 

The tight, heavy sac beat wildly in her hand as if it were the heartbeat of 
a tiny animal. His pulsating nuts were taut and hot to her fingers and she 
felt the large, stony orbs quaking wildly as she fingered them, rolling them 
back and forth in her palm. 

She drew her other hand up and curled her soft, precious fingers around the 
long, thick shaft. It jumped in her hand and she gripped it firmly, 
squeezing it lightly. Lee moaned again and shuddered involuntarily and 
Brandy could feel the hot blood racing through the hard, stiff pole. It 
excited her to know that she had this power to make him feel so good and she 
squeezed the throbbing shaft again. 

"Oh, God, that feels so good!" he groaned. "Stroke it, Brandy! STROKE IT UP 
AND DOWN!" he pleaded. 

Without hesitation she began to slowly pump her tiny hand up and down the 
long rod, squeezing it as she went along, watching it grow larger and larger 
in her hand until the head seemed ready to burst it became so engorged with 
his aching, wanting lust. 

With both of her hands massaging him now, Lee was experiencing heights of 
passion he had never reached previously. The continuous motion of her 
fingers riding the length of his cock and the rhythmic pressure on his balls 
were churning the aching power in his groin faster and faster until his 
organs were hammering back and forth between pain and pleasure, each of them 
exquisite in their intensity. The child was driving him mad with desire as 
her eager young hands drove him on and on into further spasmodic ecstasies. 

A single drop of milky white liquid appeared from the thin slit at the head 
of his cock and Brandy shivered, wondering what it would taste like. She was 
pumping his cock vigorously now, her slender fingers tracing a passion 
inducing path up and down his cock in a steady rhythmic pattern, and Lee was 
rocking back and forth with her motion, grunting and sighing each time her 
fingers would slip over the tip of his prick and swirl around the head in a 
tight, contained circle. 

This was the kind of hand-job he had only dreamed of, and to think that an 
eleven-year-old child would be giving it to him was something he would never 
have believed! Her tiny but firm digits worked with an air of professional 
care as she slid her nails along his flesh, sending darting arrows of 
extreme and stinging pleasure that slashed through his cock to the base of 
his balls. What could be more exquisitely beautiful than this, he wondered, 
feeling that he had reached the very peak of sexual delight. 

"Can I kiss it?" Brandy asked, her voice a quiet, excited whisper. "I want 
to see what it's like to taste it." 

"OH, GOD, YES, YES, GO AHEAD!" Lee groaned his mind spinning with the 
implications of this tiny, young child about to put her lips to his 
middle-aged cock. This was madness! It was insane to allow her to continue, 
but there was nothing he could do about it now, the child's eager desire and 
the powerful lust of his own body and mind had taken all his will-power from 
him leaving him helpless in the raging, consuming passions that enthralled 
the two of them. "GO AHEAD!" he whispered again, harshly, "DO IT! DO IT!" 

Brandy brushed her fine, soft hair from her face and lowered her head. She 
puckered her full, rich, untried girlish lips and brought them to the very 
tip of Lee's cock. Gently she kissed the pulsating head with her 
soft-as-velvet lips, forming a small cap around the red, bulging knob. Lee 
shuddered uncontrollably as she flicked her tongue between her teeth and 
lathered his aching bulb. Another small drop of liquid seeped from his cock 
and her working little pink tongue lapped it up quickly. She giggled at the 
salty taste on her rosy arrow of pleasure. It tasted good! 

She could tell she was driving him crazy with pleasure. His whole body 
seemed to tremble violently every time she applied her lips or tongue to his 
throbbing shaft and it filled her with a sense of power and great passion to 
see how much pleasure she could create in him. She began licking his long, 
hard cockshaft with her tiny pointed tongue. Slowly she worked down one side 
of his cock, licking and kissing the taut, fiery flesh, feeling him quake 
and shudder as she worked her way to the base of his prick. Through her two, 
delicate lips, puffed with the anxious desire to please she could feel his 
blood racing through the shaft, gyrating the long, thick rod wildly about 
her petals of joy. She sniffed at the hairy jungle at the bottom of his cock 
and inhaled the strong, musky male odor. It was a strange exotic but 
pleasing aroma and inwardly she scolded herself for ever thinking such a 
wonderful machine could be ugly. Ugly? Why it was beautiful, this strong, 
thick trunk of living flesh! 

She twisted her head around and slithered her tongue along the bottom of his 
balls. Lee's body shot upward as if she had given him an electric shock and 
she could see the tight, pulsating sac quivering above her, waiting for her 
next move. She darted her tongue out again and licked the heavy bag in 
several long, engrossing swipes and Lee moaned wildly as she covered the 
entire area with her pointed little arrow of love. 

"Brandy, oh Brandy, he moaned, "It's so great, I CAN'T STAND IT! AHHH! 
AAAAGGGHHHhhh!! " 

Brandy cupped his balls with her lips and began sucking on them ever so 
gently. Lee tossed spasmodically above her, groaning and grunting as the 
little girl slowly sucked his aching sack into her mouth. She rolled his 
balls back and forth between his cheeks, using her lips to hold the tight, 
throbbing bag firming in her mouth. She tightened her teeth on the leathery, 
grainy pouch and slithered her tongue across each aching nut. Lee felt his 
balls were going to explode as the child lathered away at him with 
increasing power, sucking hard on his bulging rocks, making the sweet pain 
of lust burn fiery in his already agonized groin. 

"So good! So GOOD!" he groaned, his voice hoarse and breathless with 
passion. "You suck so goddamn GOOD, Brandy!" 

She was stroking his swollen prick with her exquisite fingers and even to 
her inexperienced hands she could tell that he was nearing some point of 
release. She felt his huge cock wobble violently in her hands and quickly 
she drew her head up from his balls and began running her lips up the length 
of his shaft to his engorged head. She nibbled the hard, burning flesh as 
she traveled upward and each time she took a delicate, teasing bite he 
screamed in lusting anguish. 

"ZZAAAIIIEEE-OH SUCK IT-T-T-t-t-t!! " 

The blood was boiling in Lee's loins now, seething its way upward, reaching 
ever higher toward the point of explosive release. Brandy slipped her mouth 
over the tip of his prick and formed a cupid's bow around his head. She 
paused there for a moment, flicking her small, pink tongue across the 
throbbing bulb then she slowly sucked the round knob into her mouth, locking 
her lips tightly around the rim. 

"Sweet Mother of God!" he cried. "I CANT STAND IT!" 

Slowly she pulled the thundering organ deeper into her mouth. It was heavy 
as lead and she had to open her jaws painfully wide to accommodate it but 
she was determined to receive all of it. She gobbled up the prick greedily, 
loving the hard, throbbing feeling it made in her mouth and throat. Gently 
she forced the massive shaft down her silken passage until it was lodged 
firmly in her tiny throat. She sucked at the base of his prick greedily, 
nibbling his flesh with her fine, pearly teeth. Lee was lying back on the 
bed now, twitching uncontrollably, his mind almost a blank as the surging 
power of his groin and the overwhelming force of his approaching orgasm took 
complete control of all of him. 

He shuddered violently as Brandy began to slowly pump his aching cock in and 
out of her mouth, sliding her lips over the length of the massive rod up to 
the tip, then forcing it back down her throat once again. Her soft, pliant 
lips locked and unlocked around his flesh, while her busy fingers played 
wildly with his balls. The all-consuming fires were raging in him now, 
burning passionately as they surged faster and faster through his groin, 
licking away at his balls and teasing the expectant agony of his swollen 
cock. 

Faster and faster the little eleven-year-old girl thrust the huge shaft in 
and out of her mouth, plunging it down her soft, warm throat, pulling it 
back out, nibbling at the burning skin, then slamming it down her silken 
passage once again. 

"Brandy, Brandy," Lee moaned urgently. "You'd better stop! I'M GOING TO 
COME! I'M GOING TO COME IN YOUR MOUTH!" he warned her breathlessly. OH, 
NOOO, GOD-CANT HOLDBACK!! " 

Instead of heeding his warning, however, the little girl increased her 
passionate attack on his cock and balls. She wanted him to come in her tiny 
mouth, wanted to taste the hot burning delight that had intrigued her for so 
long. Her fingers squeezed his tight, shivering sac tighter and her lips 
pumped his prick harder and harder. She could feel the explosion growing in 
him and waited excitedly for him to find his agonizing release. 

Lee felt the hot, burning come race upward through his balls. He tossed his 
body wildly about the mattress and threw his hips up to the girl's eager 
face, pulling her head down to his groin with his hands as the incredible 
tremor and unbelievable climax burst free of his aching balls. 

"JESUS!" he screamed. "OH MY GOD! CUUUMMMIIIiiinnnnggg!! ! ! ! 

Brandy felt the hot, steaming liquid shoot from his cock and pour into her 
mouth and she gulped hungrily at the ocean of come that splashed from his 
prick, trying wildly to drink it all in and swallow every bit of it. Jets of 
sticky jizz kept bursting from his cock as she pumped insanely at his prick, 
sliding the exploding, white-hot shaft in and out of her mouth rapidly. Lee 
bucked wildly under the little girl's determined mouth, feeling what he was 
sure was the most exquisite and intense orgasm he had ever had! Finally the 
seemingly never-ending stream of come subsided and he relaxed against the 
bed, his legs numb and his cock and balls still aching painfully with the 
after effects of the climax. He moaned softly as Brandy lapped away at his 
prick, sucking the last few drops of come out of him. He wanted to cry, it 
had felt so good! 

Brandy rested with his cock lying beside her cheek, smiling happily. His 
come had tasted bitter yet pleasing to her and she had enjoyed the sensation 
of his driving cock in her mouth, but best of all, she had pleased and given 
pleasure to him and that thrilled her most of all. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

They lay there not speaking for several minutes. Lee was trying to get his 
breath back and his mind was racing with guilt and fear over what they had 
just done. If Brandy had known how ashamed he was feeling, she would have 
been horrified for enjoying the act so completely. To her young mind, 
everything that Lee said, felt and did was the foundation of truth. Lee 
realized this and wisely did not convey any of his doubts to the 
impressionable little girl. Nonetheless, he was suffering massive pangs of 
guilt over the incident. He was a child fucker! A ravisher of little girls! 
He had performed oral sex on an eleven year old and had let her do the same 
to him. He knew he was a degenerate and what made it even worse was that he 
felt no real guilt over his acts. That he still had some part of his mind 
rationalizing everything, telling him that even if she was so young, she was 
still sexually mature enough to the point where she could have sex and 
understand it and he should not be concerned in any case, because he hadn't 
forced the child to do anything. That he could still like that proved that 
he was a really fucked up guy! If that wasn't bad enough, the real kicker 
was that he knew that after this, he would never be able to stay away from 
her, never be able to deny his greedy, lusting flesh the touch and contact 
of her soft, smooth skin, warm luscious mouth and aromatic, sweet-tasting 
pussy! He groaned and tossed his head back and forth on the bed, what was he 
going to do? Just what-in-the-holy-fuck was he going to do with her? 

Brandy, on the other hand, was feeling no such pangs of remorse, if anything 
she was radiant. The joyousness poured from her like warmth from a 
springtime sun. She was a child on the verge of womanhood, just discovering 
for the first time that her body could be used to give her great pleasure 
and this new found treasure filled her with excitement and delight. Now that 
she had recovered from her initial fear and distrust of the acts she had 
engaged in, she was anxious to experiment with her body and Lee's, more and 
more. That simple things like fingers and tongues, lips and orifices could 
create such wondrous feelings and sensations filled her with a child-like 
and lustful curiosity. She wondered what other things she could to do make 
her young body feel so grand and wonderful and she wanted to repeat the 
things she had done before again and again. She realized that she was lucky 
to have such a mature and experienced man as Lee to teach her these things, 
and she promised herself to pay attention to his needs and desires also. 

She grinned up at the forty-year-old man over his belly and limp penis and 
giggled. "Did you like that, Lee?" she asked, knowing full well he had. 

Lee groaned again. "Yes, my God, YES! That was the best blow-job I ever 
got!" 

"I liked doing it. I liked the taste of your milk in my mouth, and I'm so 
happy it made you feel good." The little girl kissed his prick and began 
rubbing it with the palm of her hand. "Let's do it again," she whispered 
excitedly. 

Lee sighed and thought, WHAT THE HELL, WHY NOT? JUST GIVE IN TO IT, YOU KNOW 
YOU WANT TO. He stroked the child's head as she rolled his semi-erect cock 
between her two hands, feeling it growing strong under her massaging 
motions. 

Brandy loved feeling the limp, short staff get strong and hard under her 
fingers. She thrilled to be the one to make it grow big and straight, the 
blood beginning to pulsate through it swiftly, the thick, white head turning 
darker and darker with each stroke she made. She squeezed the thickening rod 
tightly and pulled it back and forth as if she were shifting gears on a car. 
Lee moaned and jerked his body about under her playful hands. Brandy laughed 
to see him squirm so and increased her pressure on his hardening shaft. 

She slithered her body around so that her youngish cunt lay beside his 
shoulders. "Play with my hole, Lee," she asked the twitching man. 

"Your pussy, your cunt," he corrected her. 

"Play with my pussy, Lee, please." 

He dropped his hand on her soft, fleshy thigh and began stroking the downy 
skin leisurely with the tips of his fingers. The little girl shuddered as 
his strong, yet gentle rolled over her flesh, igniting the smoldering fires 
in her loins and sending tiny darts of pleasure rocketing through her nerve 
endings. She curled her fingers around his pulsating cock and began to 
slowly pump her hand up and down the length of his stiff, erect rod. 

Lee drew his fingers along her thigh until he'd reached her crotch. He 
snaked out a single digit and rubbed gently at her dampening slit. The 
little girl groaned softly and pushed her eager hips forward to meet his 
finger. He slid the stiff joint up and down her pussy lips, parting them 
here and there and teasingly poked the finger inside her then quickly pulled 
it out again. 

"OOOooo, YEA!" moaned Brandy, squirming her lovely little ass down tightly 
on the mattress and rolling it back and forth as the stiff prong tickled her 
cunt and massaged her clit. 

The tiny button burst to life under his attentive digit and the little girl 
groaned deeply as he took the little pebble between his thumb and forefinger 
and began rolling it back and forth briskly. Her hips swayed from side to 
side on the bed, banging into his shoulders as he felt the little nub 
getting wetter as she grew more and more excited. He rubbed her thin, pliant 
love-lips with his thumb, drawing the dampness out of her until he could 
slip the fat, stub inside her hot, moist cunt, rolling it round and round as 
the little girl gasped and gyrated her body wildly. The delightful, burning 
sensations she had felt a few minutes ago were returning and she pressed her 
cunt happily against his working fingers. She loved the new, pleasing arrows 
of sexual passion that raced through her loins, churning her inner flesh 
madly. 

She stroked his throbbing cock harder and harder, sliding her delicate, 
perfect fingers up and down the length of his huge shaft with a lightening 
speed. She rolled her thumb over the thick head and stroked the sensitive 
tip roughly sending Lee into spasms of moaning, twitching passion. Her thumb 
felt like a small, electric charge to his painfully frustrated dick. He 
gasped for breath and grunted, the sound coming out in thick short bursts of 
noise that filled the room with the loud vocal calls of love. 

"Damn, DAMN!" he moaned. "DAMN, THAT 

FEELS GOOD!" 

She cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them back and forth in her palm. 
Lee shuddered violently and felt the hot come beginning to churn in his 
tight sack once again. He was amazed, it had been a long time since he'd 
been able to get hard twice over a couple of hours much less a few minutes! 
The little girl was having a definite, positive effect on his sex drive! 

He pressed his hard, weathered palm against her budding sex and slid his 
hand up and down on her damp, palpitating pussy lips. Brandy groaned in 
pleasure and rolled her hips in a counter rhythm to his kneading hand. Lee 
slipped his little finger down to the girl's tight little ass-hole and began 
turning it round and around her taut, precious dot. 

"Oh Lee, LEE, LEE," the child moaned, "LICK MY PUSSY AGAIN, PLEASE! LICK 
IT!" 

He grasped her around the waist and said, "Come on, sit on my face." He 
lifted her up in the air and eagerly the little girl straddled his head, her 
twitching, tiny little cunt just inches from his hungry mouth. 

He ran his tongue along her firm, downy thighs and she shivered at the 
contact his darting arrow made with her moist, warm skin. He gripped her 
soft, fleshy hips and lowered her tender, luscious cunt to his searching 
mouth. His tongue slithered up along her damp pussy lips, parting them 
slightly, digging inside and lathering her wet, steaming interior. 

"Ahhhhhh," groaned Brandy, her mouth going slack, her head bobbing up and 
down on her shoulders like a small toy as the hot, sensual fires began to 
burn brighter and brighter in her womb. 

She bent forward and locked her lips around his swollen cock, sucking the 
huge organ into her mouth, enjoying the strong, heady taste of his maleness 
and the heavy weight the powerful shaft placed on her jaws. She slithered 
the long rod down her silken throat and lodged it firmly in her passage, 
sucking on the base of his shaft hungrily. 

Lee groaned and threw his crotch up to her face, feeling the boiling blood 
race through his veins and every nerve ending in his prick tingle with 
excitement. 

"Ah, yeah," he sighed. "Do it, Brandy, DO IT!" 

The little girl nibbled delightedly at his long prick, sliding it in and out 
of her perfect mouth in long, measured strokes pumping away at it with ease 
and assurance. She caught the rim of his engorged tip with her teeth and 
swayed her head from side to side until Lee screamed in agonized pleasure, 
and gripped the sweet cheeks of her ass with his powerful hands. 

Lee drove his lashing tongue deep into her taut, damp pussy, jamming the 
slithering arrow of love to the very edge of her maidenhead, licking it 
wildly, slashing his strong dart from side-to-side, lathering the walls of 
her cunt, bringing tons of juice from her inner recesses and making the 
little girl swoon with pleasure and rock her quaking body about his face 
with involuntary spasms of lust. 

"LEE, LEE, YOU EAT ME SO GOOD, SO GOOOOD!" the eleven-year-old child 
groaned, softly. Her young, inexperienced cunt was on fire with all the 
steaming lusts that his oral attack could induce in her tender, virginal 
flesh. His rough, scraping tongue was driving her more and more insane with 
desire, and his teeth nibbled passionately at her damp, swollen pussy lips, 
sucking them into his mouth and abusing them delightfully. 

The swirling rivers of lust that were churning in Lee's tight ball-sac 
seemed to be expanding beyond all possible size. He felt as if his cock were 
ten times as large as normal. He was seized in the grip of a monster passion 
that would settle for nothing but total satisfaction. Brandy could feel his 
massive lust boiling in his cock and she was thrilled with the awesome power 
he contained there, surging in and out of her throat. 

Suddenly the forty-year-old man lifted her off his face and threw her down 
on her back on the bed. She was a little confused and frightened by his 
swift and strange action. She did understand what was happening and she 
waited anxiously for what would come next. Lee straddled her thighs, poised 
on his knees, looming over her powerfully. 

"Brandy, do you know what fucking is?" he asked, his voice a tortured 
whisper. 

"No, but does it feel good?" she asked expectantly. 

"It might hurt just a little bit for a little while, but then you'll like it 
a lot," he assured her. 

"I'm not afraid, and if it will feel good, then I want to do it." she said, 
lowering her eyes from his to her crotch where his long, throbbing shaft was 
poised, aimed like a sword of love. "Go ahead, Lee," she whispered bravely, 
"Fuck me, fuck me, now!" 

Very gently, Lee spread her lovely young thighs until he could fit down 
between them. He rubbed his hand vigorously over her tiny slit until the 
hot, steaming juice was flowing freely again and her tiny, petals of joy 
opened enough to accommodate him. He brought the tip of his raging organ to 
the small, fragile opening. Brandy shivered as she felt the huge head poking 
her pussy lips, the feeling was strange and filled with power. She moaned 
quietly as Lee opened her cunt and slipped the tip of his aching cock inside 
of her. 

"Just relax, honey," he told her softly. "Relax your muscles and don't be 
afraid." 

Tentatively she concentrated on loosening up her lower body. His big prick 
felt strange and commanding inside her tiny, inexperienced pussy, but 
somehow she enjoyed the feeling. She liked the way it seemed to fill her up 
more and more the farther in he got. 

Lee's entire lower body seemed to quiver involuntarily as he slowly pushed 
his aching prick deeper and deeper into the girl's tight little pit. He felt 
his dick-head tap against her taut virginity. Brandy's pussy was stretched 
wide and his compelling prick felt hot and burning in her little cunt, there 
was a dull aching pain in her unused love-hole, and it scared her to feel 
the throbbing, alive machine of lust lying inside her body, the blood racing 
through it, seeming to be coiled and waiting for an assault on her tender 
young flesh. 

"You all right?" Lee asked, his voice strained and impatient with lust. "Do 
you want me to get out of you?" 

Clearly he didn't want to, so the little girl bit her lip and shook her 
head, he'd promised the pain would pass and she depended on that. "No," she 
sighed, gruffly, "No, I want you to do it." 

Slowly he began to pump himself in and out of her, the strange, sliding 
motion in and out of her tight, virginal pussy felt like what he had done to 
her with his finger, but much more intense. She felt him tapping against her 
maidenhead and each time he did, a small, sharp lance of pain would rip 
through her. Lee did his best not to hurt the girl, His balls were on fire, 
and he wanted to bury himself to the hilt in her incredibly tight and warmly 
soothing cunt, but he held himself in check and tried his best to calm down 
and take his time. 

He could feel her little virginity weakening each time he butted up against 
it and it sent spasms of pleasure careening through his cock as he pushed 
nearer and nearer to breaking through the thin wall of little girl cherry 
that separated him from the depths of her exquisite cunt. 

Brandy thrashed about the bed beneath him in a mixture of pain and ever 
increasing pleasure as he slowly slid the huge, thick member in and out of 
her. Its gigantic size seemed more than she could take and the sharp points 
of pain it made every time it came up against her thin membrane of virginity 
became more and more intense. Suddenly a long, shattering dart of pain 
slashed through her body and she gasped out loud as wave upon wave of pain 
rolled through her flesh, then as quickly as it had come, it passed and she 
looked down to see Lee's long, heavy cock slid deep into her body up to the 
very base of the swollen shaft. He groaned in pleasure and pressed his groin 
against hers tightly. Brandy smiled to herself that he was feeling so good, 
then suddenly became aware of a new and different feeling in her tight, 
aching pussy. Lee's cock filled her up so completely that she felt stuffed 
almost to bursting. It felt as if her cunt had always been empty and lacking 
something and this his prick was that something. The part of her that had 
always been missing was finally there and the sensation was more than 
pleasing. 

Very slowly, Lee drew his hard, stiff organ back out of the girl, pausing 
halfway, then sliding it back into the depths of her tender, young love-pit. 
The effect sent Brandy's flesh singing with the pleasure she had felt before 
when he'd licked her there, only this was hundreds of times more intense! 
She gasped in surprise and threw her hips up to greet his plunging pole. 
"OH, WOW!" she moaned. "WOW, WOW, WOW! AHHHhhh!" 

"like that?" Lee said smiling, rolling his hips around in a tight circle, 
twirling his prick inside her. 

"Uh-huh, UH-HUH!" she gasped. "YEAH, OH YEAH!" 

He pulled his cock out of her again and buried the prick to the hilt once 
more in her achingly taut pussy. She jerked wildly on the bed, kicking her 
heels out spasmodically. She felt her pussy burning with the strange, 
powerful fires of lust and the sensation of his strong, thick cock sliding 
slowly in and out of her twitching pussy drove her into a frenzy of lust. 
"OH, DO THAT FASTER," she groaned. "FASTER, FASTER! NGH, UNGH!" 

Lee's balls were full-to-bursting as he began to pump his swollen, burning 
dick in and out of the child's moist, hot cunt at an increasing rate of 
speed. He could feel the thick load of come he carried in his loins 
beginning to boil as the incredibly delicious tightness of her virgin cunt 
locked around his shaft, her little pussy muscles clenching his throbbing 
flesh uncontrollably, and her small, perfect hips began to roll around under 
him, her little ass banging away on the bed in rhythm with pounding groin. 

"Yeah, baby, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!" he groaned as the steaming pussy shot up to 
meet each one of his driving thrusts. "Uh-huh, UH-HUH! That's IT, honey, 
THAT'S IT! OOOHHHH!! " he told her, moaning loudly and sliding his strong, 
wide rod in and out of her determinedly. 

Brandy thrilled to have the hard, long shaft pump her in long, delicious 
strokes, filling and emptying her quivering hole, the hot, sticky juices 
flowing out of her in rivers of hot, steaming lust, while the racing orgasm 
swirled around in the depths of her loins, growing ever stronger and closer 
to the massive explosion she knew she would soon experience. Even to her 
untrained flesh she knew that this orgasm would be much more powerful than 
the last and she ached to feel it burst through her flesh and shake her body 
wildly. 

"Oh, HARDER, Lee! FUCK ME, HARDER! Harder! HARDER!" her girlish voice 
screamed the words and Lee felt the churning waves in his cock and balls 
grow stormy and uncontrollable as he pumped in and out of her in a raging 
fury, his passion overwhelming him. He loved hearing the little girl 
screaming for her pleasure, desiring his strong, musky maleness to devour 
her flesh and tear her cunt with savage frenzy. He suddenly realized he had 
finally found the one girl who wanted him and the understanding of that 
drove him on and on until his whole body was concentrated into his cock and 
he became a thrusting, pounding piston of pleasure. 

His hard, heavy balls slapped viciously against her tender ass and Brandy 
thrilled to the raw, scraping feeling they made, banging away on her 
squirming cheeks. She shuddered uncontrollably as wave upon wave of harsh 
pleasure rolled through her flesh. His thundering prick was exciting her to 
higher and higher peaks of passion as her little cunt was aflame with lust 
and hunger. He grunted in deep, animal sounds and his hot, passionate breath 
singed her cheeks as his rough, unshaven face scraped roughly against her 
skin. She threw her arms around his back and dug her nails into his flesh. 
She was aching with a greedy lust and she thought she might faint from the 
intense pleasure he was giving her. 

Harder and harder the grinding rod slammed in and out of her hot, young 
cunt, the sweet, eleven-year-old girl was sobbing with pleasure and 
squirming her hips up to meet his as the thick, stiff pole drove to the very 
depths of her pussy and shuddered wildly within her. 

"Oh, God, Brandy, God," Lee was moaning. "It's so beautiful, so damn 
beautiful!" She could feel his thick, plunging rod seem to swell to twice 
its normal size then suddenly he was lashing away at her with his driving 
staff and quaking violently. 

"I'M COMING, BRANDY, cumminggg, and its so damn GOOOOD!" he cried and she 
felt a hot, burning jet of liquid shoot from his cock and splash fiery-like 
about the walls of her little love-pit. The intensity of his orgasm 
astounded her and excited her to the peak of her passion and she erupted 
into a massive climax that matched his own. 

"AHhhhhiiiiiieeee! UNH, UNH, OH, YES, AAAIIIiiieee!! ! " she screamed, 
grinding her hips into the mattress and thrusting her pussy up to meet his 
pounding groin as the sweet fire of come spilled out of her and mixed with 
the swirling rivers that spilled from his cock. 

They slammed against each other madly, beating their flesh together in one 
massive explosion after another as the long awaited climaxes tore themselves 
free of their insides and burst from their bodies. Lee's cock thundered in 
and out of the girl's aching pussy until he'd at last spent all of his 
passion and collapsed on top of her still shuddering body. She hugged him 
tightly and shivered as a long, last orgasm swept across her then she buried 
her head into his shoulder and began to sob quietly with the intense thrill 
of her first real fuck still lying deep in her body and mind. He had done 
things to her and made her experience pleasures she would not have thought 
possible. To even imagine such beauty would never have occurred to her a 
scant few days ago. 

"Thank you, Lee, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU," she whispered fiercely. 
"For what?" 

"For making me a woman, Lee. For making me a woman." Then she hugged him 
tightly to her and locked her cunt muscles around his cock still buried 
deeply inside her. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The next couple of days were among the most exciting either of them had ever 
spent in their lives. Never before had Brandy felt so safe or so happy. She 
trusted Lee like no one before him and deep inside herself she knew she 
could depend on him for anything. He was almost a superman to her. She 
watched him deal with everything from waiters in restaurants to flat tires 
and engine trouble in the van and thrilled to the expert and self-assured 
way he took control of each and every situation. He would never let her 
down, she was sure of it and she was really and truly happy and secure for 
the first time in her young life. All her fears of being left alone and 
threatened by the world had completely vanished. 

As for Lee, Brandy would have been surprised to find out how much she had to 
do with all the confidence and strength she admired and depended on within 
him. He had never been particularly at ease with people he had to deal with 
in service or recreation areas, and he had always been intimidated by 
machinery, but just having the little girl around watching him and 
commenting on his supposed skill seemed to make him much better with tools 
and more in command of a given situation. She always seemed to come up with 
the right comment to build up his confidence and praise him on his 
abilities. He felt a lot more energetic than he had in years and he could 
actually see a lot of worry lines and the deep, heavy bags under his eyes 
beginning to disappear little by little with each passing day. She was like 
a tonic to him, a fucking, fountain of youth he could drink deeply from 
whenever he wanted to. 

He still raged with guilt over what he was doing with her, but each time she 
touched him playfully or seriously all his doubts would vanish and he would 
sink gratefully and happily into her warm, tender flesh. He had, honestly, 
never known such perfect, beautiful sex in his entire life and as much as he 
worried about what he was doing, still felt it wrong in some way he was 
determined not to give it up. At this point he felt ready to kill anyone 
that tried to take her away from him! 

He was constantly being amazed by the little girl's wisdom and maturity. She 
had none of the usual, childish ways about her. He remembered with 
satisfaction the time he took her out to dinner at a imagine restaurant in 
Iowa City and how she had behaved, acting much the proper young lady, while 
the children of other families carried on in the distasteful, annoying 
fashion of unruly, demanding kids. Far from being a pest, Brandy seemed to 
want to be considered above all else, an adult. She hardly asked him for 
anything and was quite beyond the interest in toys and other playthings. He 
had tried once to buy her a doll and she looked at him with such disgust and 
horror that he had to laugh at her obviously insulted expression. She would 
accept gifts of clothing, especially anything that made her look grown up 
and he had a field day taking her shopping one afternoon, buying her imagine 
dresses, sexy underwear and a beautiful silk nightgown that she quickly 
slithered into once they had returned to the van. He got so turned on by 
just seeing her slim, attractive young body through the sheer material that 
he almost tore it from her in his frenzy to fuck her. She was the most 
sexual being he'd ever encountered and he could not get over her seemingly 
insatiable lust for the pleasures of the flesh. He truly believed she got 
hornier more often than he did, which, considering her incredible beauty and 
the effect it had on him, was really quite remarkable. 

They had been traveling with no set destination, just roaming back and forth 
over the vast country, dotting the states here and there, often ending up 
after a couple of day's journey almost back to where they had begun. Brandy 
felt as if she were on an endless vacation, no school, no teachers, nothing 
but fun, fun, fun. She didn't miss anything or anyone from her home town. 
She was smart enough to realize that she needed an education to get along in 
life, but she'd heard enough about certain kinds of tests she could take to 
realize that she could get whatever diplomas she might need anytime she 
wanted to. Lee never bothered her about her past, so intoxicated was he with 
having her around and she shrewdly neglected to mention her home very much 
at all. Why bring up a bad subject when we are having such a good time, she 
figured. 

Lee loved just wandering back and forth, no time limit, no rigid schedule to 
keep track of. He wondered how he'd done it all those years in the firm. It 
was so wonderful not having to worry if you got someplace at some appointed 
hour. He felt so free and unencumbered that he'd even taken off his 
expensive wristwatch with all its imagine trappings and stuffed it away in a 
drawer. He'd never felt so loose in his life and he knew now that he could 
never go back to living the way he had been before. 

They had finally decided to go to Florida. Lee had mentioned Disney World 
and Brandy had gotten very excited when he described the enchanted park to 
her in one of her few moments of pleading with him, she had begged him to 
take her there. 

"Sure," he'd told her, "I think it's a great idea. Every little kid should 
get a chance to see it." 

"I'm not a little kid!" she had cried, outraged at the insult. 

He had laughed, calming her anger. "Okay, I know, I was just teasing, but we 
will do it. It's off to Disneyworld!" 

So they were traveling across the southeast now, nearing the state line, 
feeling excited and happy on such a fine, sunny afternoon. They had been on 
the road for about an hour after a long, leisurely lunch and the highway was 
almost deserted in the lazy midday, which suited Lee just fine since he 
hated a lot of traffic and often pulled off to the side of the road for an 
hour or so whenever it got to be too much of a hassle to cope with it. That 
was another joy of his newfound freedom. He never had to deal with a lot of 
jerks dashing from one place to another if he didn't want to, it was an 
intoxicating and pleasing proposition that he enjoyed to its fullest 
whenever possible. 

But today was not a problem and he drove along happily, tapping his 
fingertips on the steering wheel in time to the snappy rock tune coming out 
of the speakers on either side of the cab. Brandy was reading a paperback 
book and sipping a coke and from time to time he would sneak a quick glance 
in her direction, running his eyes up and down the length of her smooth, 
well formed legs jutting out of her tight, very short hot pants. He thrilled 
to view those luscious limbs, her firm, rounded thighs, the cute, dimpled 
knees, sleek calves, perfectly trim ankles and delicate pretty bare feet 
tapping absently against the dashboard following the steady rhythm of the 
music. He felt his balls tighten exquisitely and his cock grow firm and 
rigid at the mere sight of her. He rubbed his aching prick and groaned 
softly with lust. 

Brandy looked over at him, putting her book down on the wide dashboard in 
front of her. "What's the matter?" she asked him. 

"Nothing," he grinned, "I was just looking at your lovely legs." 

"What's wrong with them?" 

"Nothing, honey, unless driving me nuts is wrong," he said, laughing 
happily. 

"Do you want to stop for a while," she said, softly, running her hand along 
his thigh. 

He shook his head. "No, for once we have to keep some sort of schedule. I 
want to get to the damn park before the weekend throng arrives." 

She nodded slowly a little disappointed that he could be so responsible at 
times, then her eyes lit up with a sparkle as she got an idea of how to 
solve both problems at the same time. Lee wasn't a huge guy but he was tall 
enough that he had to put the seat of the van back as far as it could go, 
leaving quite a bit of space between him and the steering wheel. Brandy 
curled her fingers around his thigh and began to stroke his leg much harder 
applying more pressure to his already aching flesh. 

"Jesus, take it easy, honey, I'm trying to drive," he said, but she ignored 
his protest and quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free of his 
underwear. The thick, long pole was stiff with hot blood racing through it 
and before he could stop her she had dropped her head and wrapped her lips 
around the throbbing shaft. 

"Brandy, DON'T! AHH, what the hell are you DOING?" he cried. The little girl 
continued to roll her lips slowly up and down the length of the massive rod, 
sliding her teeth along his hot, twitching flesh until he had to grip the 
steering wheel tightly and work at concentrating on his driving. 

The little girl cupped his balls with one hand, bouncing them playfully in 
the palm of her hand while her other "hand slithered into her own pants and 
began rubbing her tiny, budding clit back and forth hurriedly. She squeezed 
Lee's balls tightly in her grip and sucked greedily at the head of his 
swollen, engorged prick, nipping at it excitedly with her teeth and lashing 
the tight bulb with her tiny, pointed tongue. 

Lee groaned in sweet agony as the little girl drew the long, quaking shaft 
deep into her throat in a single, slow stroke, clinching her lips around the 
pole as it slid down her silken passage and lodged firmly in place while she 
sucked powerfully at the base of his shivering pole. She rolled his balls 
back and forth in her small, soft fingers and slithered two fingers into her 
own, twitching love-pit, pumping them in and out of herself wildly until the 
cunt-juice began to flow freely and she felt she was ready to accept his 
strong, thick rod. 

She unbuttoned her hot-pants and slipped out of them and her panties. Lee 
looked at her in bewilderment as she pushed the flaps of his pants to the 
side, baring his cock and groin as much as possible. 

"What are you up to?" he asked, confused. 

She giggled. "You'll see, just keep driving." She slipped under his arms and 
threw her legs over his, spreading her beautiful, fleshy thighs far apart, 
and keeping her head lowered so that he could see over her, she grasped his 
hard cock and slid it inside her, wiggling around on his lap until it was 
firmly in place. 

"MY GOD!" Lee groaned. "HOLY DAMN! AAAGGGHHH, OH." 

"like it?" 

"YES! HELL YES!" 

"Good!" the little girl said, satisfied. She rolled her hips around on his 
lap, twisting and turning the thick, hard prick back and forth in her tight 
little pussy. She could feel his strong rod pulsating, humming wildly in her 
cunt and the full, packed sensation of it in her cunt made her shiver with 
pleasure and pump her little pussy up and down on the huge pole in a wild 
rhythm of lustful energy. She threw her arms around his back and hugged him 
to her tightly, resting her head to one side on his chest. Lee bent his head 
slightly so that he had a clear view of the road and rocked his ass back in 
forth in time with the little girl's bobbing hips. 

"OOOOO, THAT'S NICE," sighed Brandy, grinding her little ass down on his 
thighs, digging the thrusting pole deep into her cunt, locking and unlocking 
her trim, taut pussy muscles around the base of the shaft. "I like that!" 

"You like it!? God!" moaned Lee, not giving a damn if a passing car should 
see them, enjoying this wild ride the little dove was taking on his aching 
prick. He lifted her up with his legs, sliding his cock halfway out of her 
then let her fall back down heavily, driving his thundering rod back into 
her, sending jets of sweet sensations through his dick and balls and 
churning the fires of his loins higher and higher. "AHHHHHH, JESUS!" he 
cried. "That's so damn good!" 

Brandy rocked back and forth and pumped her cunt against him faster and 
faster as she felt the flood of screaming passion beginning to race through 
her loins. His driving love machine slipped in and out of her exquisitely, 
each stroke sending the fires of her lust racing through her flesh with more 
and more intensity. She grunted deeply and closed her eyes, abandoning 
herself to the pleasures of his prick slamming in and out of her cunt 
powerfully, creating a deep and intense ocean of lustful desire that 
threatened to tear her apart with its unending passion. 

On and on they went, hot, steaming flesh crashing into flesh. Driving their 
frenzied bodies against each other in a mad fury of lustful hunger. Lee's 
balls swelled up with come and it trembled at the base of his prick and his 
eyes were almost blinded by the powerful, raging fury he felt in his groin. 
He groaned loudly as the white-hot flame of hunger tore at his loins, 
demanding its release. 

Brandy pumped her cunt harder and harder over the massive cock as she felt 
it grow to the point of bursting, feeling the orgasm rising steadily in the 
huge, pounding shaft. "OOOO, COME, BABY, COME! COME IN MY CUNT, LEE, COME 
NOW!" she cooed, feeling her own organs beginning to reach the explosive 
moment of pure fiery lust. 

Suddenly Lee let out an ear-shattering yell and slammed his cock into her 
roughly. "AHHHHHHIIIIIIEEEEEE!" he cried, the hot, jetting stream of jism 
blasting from his balls, up through his aching shaft and into her tender, 
sweet pit. His hips bucked wildly as the continuous stream of steaming 
liquid poured from his thundering prick and soaked the little child's 
insides. 

Brandy pumped furiously, clenching her pussy muscles around his driving rod, 
trying to suck every ounce of come from his pounding love-root, feeling the 
agonizing river of lust suddenly leap free of her organs and explode out of 
her. 

"Oh, Lee! OH, LEE! OH, LEE, I'M COME ... COME ... CUMMINGGG! ARRGGHHH!! " 
she screamed and the hot rushing orgasm raced from her body, splashed into 
his and overflowed her fully packed cunt, streaming out onto their legs. 

They crashed against one another wildly, urging the fiery climaxes out of 
themselves, pumping on and on until all the energy had drained from their 
limbs and organs and Lee had to fight with the big van to keep it steady on 
the road. Finally the little girl slid away from him and crumpled onto the 
seat beside him, sobbing for breath and huffing loudly. Lee eased the car 
off the road and put it into neutral, resting his head on the steering wheel 
and gulping for air, his whole body weak and drained completely. 

"God," he moaned, turning his head and looking at her. "You come up with the 
wildest ideas!" 

"Great, huh? Bet you never took a ride like that before!" 

"Too many of those, and it would kill me!" 

The little girl giggled and swiftly slipped back into her clothing. She 
leaned back against the seat of the van and stretched her slender, lovely 
arms out wide. She groaned and let out a yawn. "Wow, that made me hungry," 
she said, patting her cute little belly. "Can we get something to eat soon?" 

Lee nodded, checking the map, clipped to the dashboard. "There's a rest area 
a few miles down the road," he said, putting the van back into gear and 
easing back on the highway. "I'll pull in there and make dinner." 

"Great!" Brandy exclaimed, then she picked up her book and began reading 
again and Lee sighed in amazement as the little girl acted as if nothing had 
happened at all. 

There was no doubt about it, he thought, she could turn her sex drive on and 
off at the drop of a hat. She was so completely uninhibited about fucking 
that she didn't need any warming up at all. The mere idea of such a perfect 
love-companion almost .got him excited all over again and he had to quickly 
get his mind off her if he ever wanted to get to that rest area. He forced 
himself to think about driving and increased his speed a little bit to get 
there faster. This last session of loving had taken everything out of him 
and he needed a good rest! 

After a simple but hearty meal of hash and eggs, Lee told Brandy he was 
going to drive right through the night. "I want to reach Florida by 
morning." he explained. "This will put us way ahead of schedule and we can 
easily have a couple of days at the park before the crowds start streaming 
in." 

Anything was fine with her, though she was a little disappointed that they 
wouldn't be sleeping together that night, but that was the way it was, she 
guessed. 

She rode along beside him for a good part of the early evening, then she got 
tired and retired to the back of the van to watch TV as they moved along. 
Finally, around ten o'clock she came forward and told him she was going to 
bed. 

"Okay, honey, sleep well and pleasant dreams," he told her, kissing her on 
the cheek. She nibbled his ear playfully until he told her to cut it out, 
then she giggled and kissed him and said goodnight. 

She went to the back of the van and undressed quickly, climbed into the bed 
and pulled the light, plastic curtains closed behind her. She lay in the 
semi-darkness of the narrow enclave, listening to the steady hum of the 
engine and the other quiet sounds of the night road, her eyes closed and her 
arms hugging herself until she gently drifted off to sleep. 

It was well after midnight before Lee pulled into a service area for a 
little coffee and a rest from the road. He'd enjoyed driving in the silence 
of his own company. He had even turned off the tape-player after a while, 
just listening to the quiet, continuous sound of his motor home on the road 
and the occasional hum of a passing truck or car. The emptiness of the night 
had filled him with good cheer and he was looking forward to putting a lot 
of miles on the van before morning. 

He parked the vehicle in a convenient spot near the small restaurant section 
of the service plaza, then shut off the engine and made his way to the back 
of the van. He walked quietly to the rear and pulled the curtains back a 
little and stared down at the sleeping child. 

She looked adorable lying there, her pretty face relaxed and calm, her body 
sleek and curled protectively under the blanket. He resisted an impulse to 
kiss her, he didn't want to disturb her resting. She murmured something and 
turned over on her side and she grinned, closing the curtains silently and 
moving back to the front of the van. 

He got out of the large motor home and stretched his arms wide, yawning and 
pulling the cramp out of his muscles, then he walked over to the plaza area. 
He got in line behind an overweight, rumpled man of about fifty, smelling of 
whiskey and obviously a little high. The man was grumbling to himself, and 
Lee regarded him with distaste. He looked and acted as if he were the kind 
of guy that figured the world owed him a living. Lee had seen a hundred guys 
like him in his life and they all turned out to be alike. Cheap, petty, 
nasty and, most of all, failures because they never wanted to accept the 
fact that they were responsible for their lives and if they wanted to get 
anywhere they would have to work for it. Men like the one standing in front 
of him, bitching about the time it was taking to get through the line, time 
that really wasn't taking that long, always were looking for something for 
nothing. Lee was glad that he had learned early in life that if you wanted 
to get big, you had to shoot big and work big. He shook his head, listening 
to the man's whining complaints. Assholes like him never learn, he thought, 
they never learn. 

He bought a cup of coffee and a sweet-roll and carried them over to a small 
table. He ate the pastry quickly, alternating sips of the hot, warming brew 
with munching bite from the roll and when it was finished he sat back in the 
chair and drank the rest of his coffee slowly, smoking a cigarette, enjoying 
the heady feeling the smoke gave him as he sucked it deeply into his lungs. 
All in all it was turning out to be a good trip. He felt good, alert and 
ready for a few hundred more miles before he sacked out in the morning. This 
was a good idea, he thought, driving all night. Less traffic and noise. He 
figured he would pull off once he got to Florida and sleep for a few hours 
before traveling a little further the next day. By the time he went to bed 
that night, they would be damn near their destination. He couldn't wait 
until he saw Brandy's face at Disney world. He just knew the little girl 
would go crazy there, and he had to admit he was a little excited about it 
himself. It had been years since he'd gone to an amusement park and it was 
going to be fun reliving his younger days. He had one more cup of coffee and 
another cigarette then he threw the trash into a waste paper can and went 
into the bathroom. 

Brandy woke up about fifteen minutes after he left the van. At first she 
didn't understand why they weren't moving, but when she got out of bed and 
walked to the front of the van, finding it empty except for herself, then 
she stared out the window at the neon lights of the service plaza she 
realized what was going on. 

She yawned loudly and bent over to get the kinks out of her back then 
flopped down in her chair and waited for Lee to return. She was still sleepy 
but getting more and more awake as the minutes ticked by and when she 
realized that he hadn't stopped merely to get a cup of coffee and start 
moving again she decided to join him in the diner. 

She quickly pulled on her blue-jeans and a heavy sweater, slipping her tiny 
feet into a pair of worn loafers. She hopped down out of the cab and began 
walking toward the plaza when she decided she had better close the curtains 
on the bedroom so her bed wouldn't get cold. She returned to the van, shut 
the two plastic separations tightly then returned to the outside. She walked 
swiftly up to the dining area of the plaza and went into the ladies room to 
take a quick pee. 

Had she been a few seconds later or earlier she would have run into Lee 
coming out of the men's room, as it was she just missed him. He hurried over 
to the check-out counter, anxious to get moving again and bought another cup 
of coffee to go. He carried it out to the van and climbed in, setting the 
cup in a special rack for carrying such things. He glanced toward the back 
of the van and saw the shut curtains and smiled, satisfied that the 
interruption of the journey hadn't disturbed the sleeping child. 

He settled down in the driver's seat and turned on the engine reving it a 
couple of times to get it going, then he pulled along the side of the 
service plaza and up to one of the gas pumps. He had the attendent fill the 
tank with lead-free gas while he checked his oil and water himself. 

After he was done and the man had finished filling his tank, he paid the 
young guy and climbed back into the cab. He turned on the radio and fiddled 
with the dial until he found an all night country and western station, just 
the thing for some late night traveling, he thought. Then, settling down in 
the seat and taking a long sip of the steaming coffee to set himself he 
pulled slowly away from the gas pumps and headed for the entrance ramp to 
the highway. 

Brandy came out of the lady's room and went into the dining area looking for 
Lee. She searched the room, her eyes taking the whole scene in attentively. 
She couldn't see him anywhere, the small room was almost empty except for a 
couple at one table and a middle-aged man talking loudly with the waitress. 
She shrugged, thinking that perhaps he was in the bathroom and she went out 
into the large hallway to wait for him. She was standing there, humming to 
herself when she happened to glance out the large picture window in the 
direction of where the van had been parked. A flash of fear ripped coldly 
through her mind and body as she blinked then realized it wasn't there any 
longer. She ran outside and looked from left to right. She saw the tail 
lights of the motor home moving down the ramp and she ran desperately toward 
the disappearing vehicle, screaming Lee's name out loud at the top of her 
lungs, but after a few feet she stopped and stood still watching the van 
swiftly join the continuous stream of traffic on the highway, moving faster 
and faster down the road until it was out of sight. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Now what was she going to do? She stood there, the panic racing through her, 
the cold-sweating fear making her shake uncontrollably. She closed her eyes 
and hugged her arms around her body. I mustn't cry, she told herself, I 
mustn't make a scene. 

She stood shivering in the chilly, late-night air, trying hard to hold down 
her fear. She realized that she could not race into the dining room and pour 
her troubles out to a waitress or service-station attendant. She knew that 
they would ask all sorts of questions and then send for the Highway Patrol 
to track down Lee and once that happened, it would only be a matter of time 
before they found out that she wasn't related to him and they'd send her 
home for sure. No, she couldn't ask for help from the people in charge, if 
she did, they would take her away from Lee, she knew that they would, it was 
as simple as that. Why, he might even get into trouble for not turning her 
in. And whatever else happened, she wasn't going back home. She had to find 
Lee on her own, that was all there was to it. 

She could just sit down and wait for him to come back, he would find she was 
gone eventually and return for her, but the problem with that, was that it 
might take hours before he made the discovery, maybe until morning and 
people would surely get suspicious of her by then and might send for the 
police on their own. No she couldn't just stay there and wait, hoping that 
he would find she was missing before anyone noticed she had been there alone 
for a long time. It was up to her to catch up to him, and to do it quickly, 
without drawing any undue attention to herself. 

She looked around the dining room wondering who she might appeal to. She had 
the idea that if she could get moving right now, she had the chance of 
catching up to him. Lee only drove about fifty miles an hour at night, and 
if she could get a ride with somebody going at least fifty-five she should 
be able to catch up with him in an hour or less. But who to ask. The elderly 
couple sitting by themselves didn't look like-likely prospects, they would 
probably turn her in rather than get involved in some kind of adventure. The 
only other one left seemed to be the middle-aged fat man paying his bill at 
the check-out counter. She didn't like the looks of him, he had a mean face 
and his grin reminded her of Charlie's leering smile every time he came near 
her or Barbara, but he seemed be her only other choice. She waited until he 
had paid his bill and walked out of the dining room before she approached 
him. 

"Mister," she said, grabbing his arm as he started to pass her. "Mister, can 
you help me out?" 

The man looked down at the little girl clutching his sleeve. "What do you 
want?" he asked irritably. 

"I have to catch up to my daddy," Brandy began. She explained her plight to 
him, trying her best to seem like a frightened, weak little girl that he 
might take pity on. 

"Why don't you just wait here for him?" he asked, after she had finished 
explaining her idea to him. 

"Oh, that might take hours and I'm scared to be alone. My mom just died and 
if he finds me gone hell really be upset, but if we hurry we could catch him 
easy. Please won't you help me, it won't take long? Please, Mister, please!" 

The middle-aged man rubbed his chin thoughtfully a couple of times, then he 
sighed as if he were really going out of his way for her and nodded. "Okay, 
I guess I always was a sucker for kids. Come on, I just hope it don't take 
all night." 

"Oh, gee, thanks, Mister. Thanks a lot!" 

"Sure, sure. Come on, I ain't got all night." 

She followed him to a big, battered Buick that had seen better days a long, 
long time ago. She climbed in beside him and leaned back in the seat as he 
roared the engine to life and pulled quickly out of the service plaza, down 
the ramp and wildly onto the highway. He was a horrible driver, with none of 
the caution and attention paid to the task that Lee showed and she would be 
glad when she got out of the car. After a couple of minutes she was more 
afraid of his driving than she had been of losing Lee. 

She glanced around the back of the car and saw that it was piled high with 
suitcases, boxes and various other equipment. The man saw her gazing at the 
junk and told her that he was a salesman for a big sporting goods firm. 

"Got the best record in these states," he said proudly. "Ain't nobody better 
than Herb Corey in this racket. That's my name, by the way. Herb Corey, 
what's yours, honey?" 

"Brandy, Brandy ... Jones," she told him, turning back around in the seat. 

"Brandy, huh? Nice name, real nice," he chuckled, shifting his beefy 
buttocks on his seat. He chuckled again and they rode quietly for a couple 
of miles before he spoke again. "Okay, Brandy, honey, now why don't you tell 
me who we are really trying to catch." 

Brandy felt her stomach turn over in fear. "What do you mean?" she said, her 
voice quivering. "I'm trying to catch my daddy." 

"Horseshit!" the man snorted. "You ain't after your father. Don't shit me, 
kid. If you was really after your old man you would have called the cops. 
They could flag him down a lot quicker than me." 

"I didn't think of it." 

"Shit again, if you were smart enough to tag me, you're smart enough to get 
the cops. Now what's the story? You running away with you're boyfriend or 
something?" 

"Yes ... yes, my boyfriend, but please help me, please. We had to get away, 
we just had to!" 

"Take it easy, kid, I ain't looking to break up any romance," he said, 
laughing cruelly. He turned over and looked at her, his eyes running up and 
down her slender, attractive body, her beauty shining through even the worn 
and sloppy clothing she wore. "Say, you're a good looking little girl, your 
boyfriend is real lucky." 

"Thank you, but you will help us, won't you?" 

"Sure, honey, sure ... that is, if you're nice to me," the man told her, 
grinning obscenely, reaching across the seat to cover her thigh with one 
thick paw and squeeze it roughly. "Yeah, you're nice, real nice. How old are 
you anyway?" 

"Eleven." Brandy was terrified now. She knew fully well what the man meant 
by being nice to him. She contemplated telling him to pull over, but if she 
did, there was no knowing if she would get another ride. 

"Eleven!? Jesus, you look older than that." 

Herb Corey could feel his balls begin to tighten. He'd been around a lot of 
girls in his life, even had a couple of young ones, but never had he seen a 
chick like this. She looked at least a couple of years older, more like 
sixteen. Just the thought of having a little babe like this set his mouth 
watering. He squeezed her firm little thigh another time. 

"Please," Brandy whispered. "My boyfriend has money. Well pay you." 

"Shit, I got enough money," growled Corey, "I don't need a few lousy bucks 
from a couple of punk kids." Brandy tried to push his hand away and he 
squeezed her for a third time, laughing harshly as he did so. "Take it easy, 
honey. We're gonna have a lot of fun," he chuckled, lewdly. 

Brandy rode in rigid terror for the next couple of miles. She kept her eyes 
straight ahead, staring at the glaring white lines as they leaped toward 
her, thinking frantically, trying to find a way out of this. Suddenly Corey 
was pulling off the road into a small rest area that contained but two 
bathrooms and a few picnic tables. The stop was empty save for their car and 
as he pulled the car to a stop and shut off the lights and engine, her fear 
rose to a gagging point in her throat. 

Corey sighed and turned in his seat staring into the little girl's 
frightened eyes. His hand snaked across the seat and caught hold of her arm. 
"Be nice to me little girl," he said, stroking the bulky sweater roughly, 
his fingers edging up her arm toward her shoulder. "And I'll be nice to 
you." 

"No!" she gasped and turned to get out of the car. 

He pulled her over to him and pressed her against the seat. She could feel 
his weight bearing down on her and could smell the sour taste of whiskey on 
his foul breath. She struggled under his bulk as his hand slipped under her 
sweater and a big, meaty palm covered her tit, squeezing it tightly. 

"Shit! You're pretty well developed for a young kid," Corey exclaimed, 
kneading the soft, young flesh harshly. 

"Please, I don't ... " 

"Don't give me that shit! I know you kids today. You'll go down at a drop of 
a hat. All I want is a little loving, honey, then we'll go find your 
boyfriend. That's a fair exchange, ain't it?" 

He lowered his head and pressed his lips against her mouth. She twisted her 
head to get away from his hungry, fat lips but he grabbed hold of her chin 
tightly and forced her back to him. He mashed his fat mouth against hers, 
his tongue sliding between her teeth and jabbing wildly around her mouth 
looking greedily for her own. His mouth rolled over her lips, crushing them 
beneath his cruel, passionate kisses and she almost gagged from his breath 
and the sweaty, animal smell that his body was beginning to emit. She pushed 
against him with her weak little hands then bit down suddenly on his 
slurping tongue. He cried out in pain and jerked his head back, loosening 
his grip on her arm. She quickly opened the door and jumped out. She ran 
around the car toward the highway but he was on her in a moment, dragging 
her back to the picnic area, slapping her face violently. 

"You little fucking bitch!" he screamed, slapping her back and forth across 
the mouth. "I'll teach you to bite me!" 

He pulled her around back of the bathrooms and threw her up against the 
wall. His hand snaked out viciously once, then twice, cracking her loudly 
and painfully across her aching cheeks. 

"STOP!" she screamed. "PLEASE, STOP!" She covered her face with her hands 
and turned her body away from him. "I WONT DO IT AGAIN!" 

He reached out with his hands and grabbed hold of her sweater pulling it 
roughly over her head and tossing it away behind him. She stood pitifully 
against the wall, her tiny hands trying to cover her heaving little boobs, 
the soft, clear flesh gleaming in the moonlight. Corey started at her, his 
excitement building as he regarded the smooth naked flesh in front of him, 
her pert, rounded pears partially hidden by her protective hands. He pulled 
her arms down and held them to her sides. 

"Jesus!" he moaned, his cock beginning to ache with wanting. He threw his 
face down to her chest and locked his mouth around one, small luscious tit, 
sucking the little globe into his mouth and licking her budding nipple 
wildly with his rough, raw tongue. It burst to life under his irritating 
attention and he nibbled at it with his teeth greedily. 

Brandy struggled against his insistent sucking, trying desperately to pull 
away from his strong, steely grip on her wrists. He laughed wildly and let 
go with one hand. She beat on his back as he dropped the hand to her jeans 
and began working on her belt buckle. 

"No," she gasped. "NO! NOOOO!" She tried to kick at him with her knee, but 
he blocked it with his fat thigh and then yanked the belt loose, pushing the 
zipper down and forcing her jeans down over her smooth, tender ass. They 
fell in a puddle around her ankles and he stepped back to admire and feast 
upon her bare body. 

He whistled and shook his head. "I wouldn't believe you was eleven unless 
you told me." 

Brandy reached down to pick up her jeans and he pushed her over to the 
ground roughly. She rolled over on her side and looked up at him with terror 
in her young eyes. 

"Take 'em off!" he commanded. "Take 'em off or I'll tear 'em off you!" 

She slid the jeans over her feet and pushed them away from her. She lay on 
her side, her legs drawn up to her belly, shaking with fear and the harsh, 
cold night air. Corey nudged her with his foot and she jerked away from him. 

"On your feet!" he cried. The little girl did as she was told and leaned 
back against the rough concrete wall. The raw, pitted stone dug into her 
back as Corey pressed himself against her, his hands roaming freely over her 
body. He cupped his fingers around her boob and thumbed the nipple back and 
forth rapidly. She groaned as his other hand slithered down her belly and 
hugged her pubic mound, his fingers twirling around her sparse tuffs of 
hair, edging toward her tender young pussy. 

He slithered a finger over her taut little clitoris and began rubbing the 
tiny button vigorously. "like it, honey?" he laughed. "I'll bet you do!" The 
small knob began to get slippery and wet simply from the constant motion of 
his finger, but his hands were rough and uncaring and Brandy groaned in pain 
as he continued to misuse her delicate soft body. 

He slid his finger down and parted her thin, pliant pussy lips apart, 
digging the unwanted digit inside of her, burying it up to the hilt of his 
hand. "That's what I like," he moaned, the fire spreading rapidly in his 
loins as he felt the sweet warmth of her tight warm cunt. "A damp little box 
just my size!" he laughed. 

He began to pump his finger in and out of her rapidly, forcing her delicate 
petals apart roughly as the fat, stumpy finger slammed back and forth 
against the inner walls of her young cunt, making her gasp and moan with 
pain. He ignored her cries, his other hand still kneading and pulling on her 
exquisite boobs, massaging the flesh cruelly, thinking of nothing but his 
own sadistic pleasure. His mouth slobbered over her neck and shoulders, his 
tongue soaking her skin with the saliva spilling from between his lips, his 
teeth taking painful bites of her soft, bruised skin. 

"Please," she was groaning. "PLEASE! you're HURTING me." 

Corey laughed wickedly. His cock was bulging powerfully against his pants 
now, aching to get out from behind the restraining clothing. His balls felt 
heavy in their sack and on fire with the churning river of lust that was 
bubbling in his loins, seeking its explosive release. 

"Shut up, you little bitch!" he shouted. "Down on your knees!" He pushed 
Brandy to the ground, scraping her back painfully along the concrete wall 
behind her. The little child cried out in pain and knelt in front of him. 
She watched wide-eyed as he chuckled madly and unzipped his pants. "Reach in 
there and take it!" he commanded. 

She shook her head. "I ... I can't," she groaned. 

He cuffed her with the palm of his hand and doubled his fist holding it in 
front of her eyes. "Take it or else!" he shouted. 

Sobbing, the eleven-year-old girl reached into his pants and grasped his 
cock lightly. Corey moaned and jerked his legs as her tiny fingers made 
contact with his throbbing organ. "Come on," he whispered, hoarsely. "Pull 
it out! PULL IT OUT!" 

Slowly Brandy withdrew the thick stump of a penis. It was so small, even 
engorged with blood and nearing the point of climax, that had she not been 
so frightened she would have giggled at the silly sight the pathetic little 
organ made. She held it with the tips of her fingers and tried not to look 
at it. It beat steadily in her grip, like the heart of a small animal but it 
was not pleasing to her touch like Lee's was, it was disgusting, like a 
slimy worm and it made her sick to her stomach to even look at it. 

"AHHH, God!" groaned, Corey, jerking his hips wildly. "Come on, you little 
whore, stroke it! Stroke it HARD!" He smacked her head rough and the little 
girl began to run her hand up and down the length of the pulsating, thick 
stub, rolling her thumb over the head briskly, hoping that he might have his 
climax as soon as possible and then leave her alone. 

Up and down she traced her delicate little fingers, pinching and pulling at 
his flesh as she had done with Lee, doing all the things to the fat man that 
she had done to Lee to bring him to his orgasm. She rolled her thumb over 
the fat bulb of his penis head, opening the small slit and digging her nail 
in there delicately then slicing her fingers on down to the base of his 
shaft where she gripped his cock tightly and waved it back and forth and 
twirled it round and round. Corey groaned as the little girl slid her 
fingers over his tight, heavy sac and rolled his aching nuts between her 
fingers. She pulled on the hot, taut flesh and yanked the bag back and forth 
until the sweat was running down his legs and back and he could almost no 
longer stand the pain and pleasure of her actions. 

He felt the hot fires of all consuming lust licking at his nuts and the 
massive orgasm building steadily in his loins. He thrilled to the little 
girl's active fingers on his balls and cock and rocked back and forth on 
unsteady legs as she pumped wildly on his cock, urging him on and on. 

"In your mouth," he moaned breathlessly. "Put it in your mouth, you little 
cunt!" 

Brandy shook her head in shame but did as she was told. She tried to think 
of something else as she slowly pulled the fat, sausage prick to her lips 
and slid it over them, partway into her tiny mouth. The man shuddered 
violently as he felt her tender, soft petals curl around his throbbing pole. 
He grasped Brandy by the head and pulled her face closer to him, jamming the 
fat rod deep into her mouth. The little girl gagged and her jaws ached with 
pain as she fixed the hard prick down her silken passage. 

"Suck on it, baby!" commanded Corey, wriggling his groin, screwing his pubic 
area into her face. "Suck on it GOOD!" 

Brandy puffed on the fat, meaty cigar, nibbling at the base with her fine, 
perfect teeth, knowing what was going to happen and determined not to be 
frightened any longer. She rolled the fat cock up out of her throat and slid 
the tip of it to the edge of her lips where she nibbled around the rim with 
her teeth, slashing at the head with her fine, pointed little tongue. Spasms 
of hot agony roared through Corey's aching cock and balls as the little girl 
popped the rod out of her mouth and rolled her tongue down along his sac 
until his heavy bag hung over her mouth. She darted her little love-arrow up 
and out at the offensive bag, slithering the rosy dart all around the hot 
flesh until Corey could feel the slash of her attention to the very tips of 
his toes. 

Brandy lifted her head slightly and opened her mouth over the taut bag, 
sliding it across her lips and locking down on it with her teeth. She sucked 
on the bag vigorously, lashing the prickly-haired sac with her tongue, 
rocking her precious head from side to side. Corey gasped as each lick, 
nibble and suck brought new joys racing through his nerve-endings. He moaned 
loudly as the little girl swiftly brought her mouth back up and over his 
cock and slid the fat rod effortlessly down her warm throat. She began 
pumping her head up and down rapidly, her slender fingers playing with his 
balls while her active mouth pumped his thick, aching cock in and out of her 
mouth. She slid her teeth along his cock and pressed firmly around it with 
her soft, girlish lips. She could feel the blood pounding in his balls and 
felt his hard, rock-like cock bouncing up and down in her mouth 
uncontrollably. She knew he was nearing his orgasm and she worked harder and 
faster to bring him off. Then shut her eyes tight and thought, the sooner 
the better, the sooner the better. 

Corey could feel the powerful climax rapidly spreading through his loins, 
but he didn't want to get off just yet. Blow-jobs weren't really his cup of 
tea, even preteen blow-jobs. He pulled Brandy's head away from his groin, 
the stubby, fat prick popping out of her mouth with a loud, wet slurp and he 
threw her backwards. 

"On your hands and knees and face away from me!" he ordered. The little girl 
began to get frightened again. She had thought her ordeal was almost over, 
but now she understood that he had other things in mind. 

She turned over on her hands and knees as he had instructed and twisted her 
head around so that she could see him. He fished around in his pocket until 
he found a small little packet then he unbuckled his pants and dropped them. 
He ripped open the small packet and moved toward her. 

"I like the backdoor, honey," he laughed, spreading some cold jelly over her 
little ass-hole and his prick. 

"NO!" she gasped, trying to stand up. 

"Stop it!" he cried, pounding her on the back with his fist. "Make another 
move and it ll be worse!" he warned her. She moaned frightenedly as he poked 
at her taut little anal opening with a stiff, gooey finger, spreading the 
virgin hole apart and slithering the offending digit inside of her. He 
rolled the fleshy finger around and around spreading the tiny passage as 
wide as it would go. 

"You'd better relax, baby," he cautioned her. "Because this is what I like 
and I'm going to do it no matter how much it hurts you!" 

Brandy tried to relax her anal muscles but she was unused to any penetration 
there, and when he suddenly jammed his fat cock into the tiny hole, she 
screamed in terror and pain as his hard male rod began to tear its way into 
her ass-hole. 

"STOP! STOP! IT HURTS! IT HURTS TOO MUCH!" she cried as he slowly buried his 
thick, rock-hard shaft deep into her anal recesses. "NOOO, OHHH, GOD, 
NNNGGGHHH-NOOO!" 

"Tough shit!" shouted Corey, enjoying the tight, gripping feeling that her 
tender, taut cheeks created around his blood-racing cock. Brandy groaned as 
the excruciating pain continued unabated as he slowly began to pump his 
thick, stubby dick in and out of her virgin ass-hole. His balls slapped 
against her pussy cruelly as he thrust in and out of her. The little girl 
was sobbing with the intense pain he was inflicting on her as he thudded 
harder and harder in and out of her. 

Corey was moaning wildly, enjoying the rapture of the little girl's 
incredibly tight butt, locked tightly around his pounding prick. The fierce 
joy of orgasm was rolling through his balls climbing higher and higher in 
passionate delight as he neared blessed release. 

Brandy had learned to relax her muscles enough to accommodate him and she 
saw how this could even be pleasurable with someone like Lee and she was now 
slamming her hips back to meet the middle-aged man's hard-driving prick, 
urging him on and on. Corey felt the fires of pleasure careening through his 
flesh as he pumped harder and harder on the little girl's delicious 
ass-hole, gripping her fleshy, well-turned cheeks with both hands throwing 
his head back and howling with delight. 

"Yeah, baby, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! I'm gonna COME, I'M GONNA COME! HERE I COME!" 
he cried and he bucked forward wildly, slamming his cock deep into her 
bowels as he felt the thunderous pleasure of an ocean of hot, steaming come 
blast up from his balls and shoot out the end of his prick, drenching the in 
sides of the little girl's tender, aching anal canal, screaming, "AHHH, 
AGGHHH, AAAQIEEEeee!! " 

Brandy felt the hot river searing her insides and she wriggled her ass-hole 
tightly against him, forcing the come out of him rapidly, anxious to get the 
whole disgusting thing over with. Corey pumped away at her for a few more 
seconds then he pushed her away from him roughly and fell back on his ass on 
the soil, heavily, groaning and breathing laboriously. "What a great 
butt-fuck!" he moaned, shaking his head happily. "You got the sweetest ass 
in the world, honey, just the greatest." He stood up slowly, reaching down 
to pull his pants and underwear up to his hips. "Thanks a lot, girlie," he 
told her grinning. He fastened his clothing and brushed himself off. 

Sobbing quietly, Brandy began putting her jeans on. She gulped down her 
tears and said, "Will you take me where I want to go now?" 

Corey laughed and lit a cigarette. He threw the match at her and shook his 
head. "What? And have you blab to your boyfriend or whoever it is you're 
looking for what I did to you?" He laughed cruelly. "Forget it, kid, this 
here's where you and me part company." 

He started to walk away but Brandy grabbed his leg and held him fast. 
"Please, please don't leave me! I won't tell, I promise I won't!" 

"No chance! Now let go of me! I said LET GO, YOU LITTLE CUNT!" screamed 
Corey and he kicked her in the chest viciously. She was thrown backward by 
the force of the blow, and she struck her head on the concrete wall behind 
her. She slumped into a sitting position, her head falling to her chest. 

Corey looked down at her, beginning to sweat with fear. He nudged her with 
his foot and she fell over on her side. "Jesus, holy shit!" he muttered and 
quickly rushed to his car. He gunned the engine and pushed away from the 
rest area hurriedly, leaving the little girl lying in the dirt, half-naked 
behind the bathroom. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Brandy did not know how long she had been unconscious, but it was still very 
dark out and the stars were still high in the heavens above her so she 
figured it could not have been for a very long time. She rubbed the back of 
her head and winced as a sharp bolt of stinging pain shot through her skull. 
She looked down at her hand and grimaced at the sticky blood on her palm, 
quickly wiping it off on the grass in front of her. 

She reached over and pulled her sweater over her head. It was cold and windy 
and she felt fearful of what she could do next. She stood, groaning heavily 
as the various parts of her body that Corey had so injured and misused 
reacted to her movement. She half-walked, half-stumbled to the front of the 
bathroom complex and lurched over to the drinking fountain, taking long 
gulps of water to sooth her aching throat. Her anal canal hurt from his 
insensitive fucking and her cheeks were bruised and tender from his blows. 
She splashed water on her face and blinked her eyes a couple of times, 
stretching her arms out wide in an attempt to clear her head. 

There was only one thing left to do, she realized. She would have to 
hitch-hike. She couldn't just sit here and wait for somebody to come along. 
She would just have to hit the highway and hope that somebody stopped before 
a trooper happened along. She'd had enough bad luck so far, maybe it was 
time for it to turn her way. 

She made her way out to the highway and stood a few hundred feet from the 
exit of the rest area. There were very few cars on the road now and the few 
trucks that zoomed by her did not even slow down for a good look at the tiny 
figure poised a couple of feet from the edge of the shoulder, her little 
fist curled in the air, small delicate thumb jutting out in the direction 
ahead. 

She stood there for quite a long time, the few cars that did come past her, 
careening by without pausing, and once it was only by luck that she happened 
to notice the bubble on the roof of a patrol car and quickly jumped in a 
ditch before it could reach her as she lay breathlessly listening until she 
was sure it was far enough down the road not to see her get out of the 
ditch. 

The night was growing colder by the minute and she was beginning to shiver 
uncontrollably. She wondered how much longer she would be able to take it. 
She had very little clothing on, and her body ached from Corey's cruel, 
horrible rape. She was beginning to give up hope for any ride when a new, 
expensive station wagon shot past her, slammed on its brakes and slowly 
reversed itself toward her. She ran to the vehicle and jumped inside the 
open back door. 

A man about Corey's age was behind the wheel, a woman a few years younger 
sat next to him on the seat. "Gee, thanks," Brandy said, settling in the 
back. "I didn't think I was ever going to get a ride." 

The man pulled the car back out on the highway and began picking up speed. 
The woman seated next to him turned around and smiled at Brandy. She had a 
pleasant face, older but attractive. "What are you doing on this lonely 
highway so late at night, dear?" she asked. 

Brandy told them about Lee's leaving her, and then she went into catching 
the ride with Corey, but she changed the story about why she happened to be 
at the rest area. "I made him let me out because he began to get grabby," 
she lied to them. "He smacked me once before he left, and so here I am." She 
lied to them because she was afraid if she told them the truth they would 
want to hunt Corey down, and she had no time for that. What had happened had 
happened, nothing could change it and all she wanted to do now was get back 
to the loving, safe arms of her Lee. 

"Do you think you could catch him?" she asked hopefully. 

"I don't see why not," the man answered. "He can't be too far ahead." 

"Oh, I'd really, really appreciate it, Mister, I really would." 

"The name's Floyd," the man said. "Floyd Fondalock, and this is my wife, 
Emma," he went on, pointing to the woman with his thumb. 

"And what is your name, child?" the woman asked, sweetly. 

"Brandy, ah, Brandy Jones," the little girl replied. 

"Where were you and your father going, Brandy?" Mrs. Fondalock asked her. 
"Disney world." 

"Well, we're not headed quite that far, but we'll help you find him, don't 
you worry," chuckled Mr. Fondalock. "We always like to help little girls in 
trouble, don't we, Emma?" 

"Of course, dear, naturally." 

"Gee, I hope we catch him," Brandy said, yawning and stretching her arms. 

"Don't worry. We will dear, we will," Mrs. Fondalock assured her. "Would you 
like some hot cocoa, dear? I bought some just awhile ago and I'm sure it's 
still nice and warm." 

"Sure, that would be great." 

"Fine," Mrs. Fondalock said, smiling. She turned her back and reached down 
onto the floor of the station wagon. She hid her hands from Brandy's eyes 
and reached into her purse, removing a small envelope. She poured the 
contents of the envelope into a cup of steaming cocoa and handed the mixture 
back to Brandy. She watched with attentive eyes as the little girl drank the 
contents of the cup down in a matter of minutes. 

The cocoa tasted good and the warmth it contained burned pleasantly all the 
way down to her belly. She was feeling good for the first time in hours and 
was sure that she'd catch up to Lee in no time, now. She leaned back against 
the seat and yawned she was suddenly feeling very tired. 

"Sleepy dear?" Mrs. Fondalock asked. 

"Just a little." 

"You should rest, you look so tired." 

"No, I have to keep my eye out for Lee ... I mean, my father's van." 

They rode for a few miles longer and it became increasingly harder and 
harder for Brandy to keep her eyes open. It was as if all the events of the 
evening had suddenly dropped their full weight down upon her and the sheer 
load was forcing her eyelids shut. 

Ahead of them they could see flashing lights and many cars parked along the 
side of the highway. As they neared they could see a trooper waving cars off 
to one side to get by an obvious accident. Mr. Fondalock slowed as he neared 
the scene, taking his time getting around a parked truck that lay across the 
road, its hoist slowly lifting a wrecked auto up off its roof. 

"Very bad, officer?" Mr. Fondalock asked the trooper as they passed by. 

"Bad enough, Sir. Man's dead-must have been doing ninety." 

Mr. Fondalock sighed and nodded his head sadly. As they swung around, Brandy 
could clearly see the make and model of the wrecked auto. It was Corey's. 
She chuckled silently and nodded her head. She knew she should feel shocked 
or at least ashamed of her reaction but she felt neither, just a full sense 
of satisfaction. She had already planned on telling Lee what had happened 
and now she wouldn't have to worry about keeping him from going crazy and 
looking for the man which she knew he would want to do. Lee would have 
wanted to kill him and now, happily, the bastard had taken care of that for 
them. 

Brandy lay her head back against the seat and her eyes began to close 
uncontrollably. She fought to keep them open but it was a losing battle. 
Finally she gave in and promised herself she would only sleep just a moment. 
Just a few minutes, she thought, and in a couple of seconds she was deeply 
asleep, a pleased, secure smile on her pretty young lips, her breathing 
quiet and calm as Mrs. Fondalock looked at her then turned to her husband 
and whispered, satisfied, "It's worked." 

"Good," her husband nodded. "Check her pants and see if she has any 
identification." 

The woman turned Brandy's body and searched in her back pockets until she 
came up with the girl's wallet. She glanced through it and found 

Brandy's id. "I was right!" she said in triumph. 'She was lying to us about 
her name." 

"And everything else, my dear." 

"Then the cocoa was a good idea." 

"As always, my dear, your hunches prove to be correct." 

"How long will she stay out?" 

"Not too long, twenty minutes or so. It's really only meant to be a 
softening up for the real thing. We'd better get organized in a hurry." 

The woman gazed at Brandy's sweet little face and sighed. "I think she's 
going to be a wonderful addition, don't you?" 

"Without a doubt." 

"I hope she isn't any trouble." 

"Now, now, my dear, don't fret. You know they are never any problem once 
they've had the potion. They're always gentle as lambs after that." 

"Yes, I know, but I worry so." 

Floyd Fondalock reached out and patted his wife's hand. He smiled warmly at 
her and nodded, well aware of his wife's little fears. "Just start looking 
for a motel," he told her. "Everything is going to work out fine. Why, this 
is our lucky night!" 

"Yes it is," his wife said, agreeing with him. "It truly, truly is." Then 
she turned her eyes back to the highway, gazing intently down the road for 
any signs of lodging. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

For the second time in less than an hour Brandy found herself climbing up 
from the depths of a deep, black pool of darkness to find herself in a place 
she was not familiar with. She blinked her eyes and gazed around the room. 
It was obviously a motel, by the cheap, tacky furniture and horrible choice 
of paint on the walls. She was lying on a big, soft double bed, staring 
across the room at the Fondalocks, seated at a big, round table, looking 
back at her with small, tight smiles on their faces. 

Brandy sat up on the bed and rubbed her eyes again, shook her head and tried 
to understand why they weren't on the road searching for Lee. 

"What are we doing here?" she asked. "We have to find ... to find..." 

Mr. Fondalock held up his hand. "Hush, child, you were very tired, we 
thought it best to let you rest." 

"But ... " 

"Now don't worry, Brandy, well find your father," Mrs. Fondalock smiled, 
then waved Brandy toward her. "Come over here and have some of this 
wonderful wine we have been drinking, it will make you feel much better. 
Your poor head must be as cloudy as a rainstorm." 

"My mouth is kind of dry," Brandy admitted, getting off of the bed and 
walking over to the table. She sat down and accepted a glass of blood-red 
liquid. She put it to her lips and took a sip. "Wow, that's nice!" she 
exclaimed. "I never had wine that tasted like that. It's not sour or 
anything." 

"Yes, Mr. Fondalock makes it himself from a special recipe he created 
himself. It's very sweet and light, don't you think?" 

"I don't know, but I sure do like it!" the child replied, finishing off the 
glass. "May I have another?" 

Mr. Fondalock laughed. "Certainly my child, but you should not drink too 
much, you know." 

"Just one more glass." 

The two older people watched delighted as the little eleven-year-old girl 
quickly finished the second glass. Brandy could not get over the powerful 
urge she had for the potent drink. It seemed to draw itself to her lips 
without her even thinking about it. She began to feel light and airy, though 
not dizzy in the least. Her whole body seemed to be beginning to float in a 
manner of speaking and the sensation was not at all unpleasing. She was 
beginning to forget about Lee, or at least, she was not nearly so anxious to 
get going. 

"Why don't you take a shower, my dear?" Mrs. Fondalock said to her, her 
voice sounding as if it came from far away. 

"Yes," agreed her husband, "You do look as if you might wish to scrub some 
of the dirt from your journey." 

The idea of a shower, of the nice warm water splashing down her body 
appealed to Brandy very much. "All right," she heard herself say, "I will. 
Back in a moment." 

"There is a dressing gown hanging in the bathroom for you, dear. As you can 
see, we already have ours on," Mrs. Fondalock said, and for the first time 
Brandy realized that they were wearing identical, long shifts with bright 
colored patterns of green and blue, a blazing sun emblem stitched over the 
right breast of each of their garments. It was a very strange form of dress 
but Brandy didn't think about it. Feeling as if she were walking on air she 
moved gracefully into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. 

Mrs. Fondalock turned to her husband and said, excitedly, "Oh, dear, I think 
the potion is working!" 

"Didn't I tell you not to worry? Just wait until she has had her shower, she 
will completely be under its power by then." 

"I think you were right, my dear, I do believe she's going to work out just 
wonderfully, I really do." 

"I know she is." 

"Oh, I'm so excited, I can hardly wait." 

Mr. Fondalock grinned and poured his wife half a glass of the scarlet 
liquid. "A little more wine, my dear?" he said lightly. 

"I'd be delighted to," his wife giggled, happily. 

Brandy shed her clothing as if in a dream. Her jeans and sweater seemed to 
peel off her body with almost no conscious effort on her part at all. 
Everything was fuzzy around the edges like a photograph just a little out of 
focus. Her sense of touch when she put her fingers to the taps in the shower 
seemed sharper than normal and when she turned to the mirror and caught a 
glimpse of her small, pert breasts they looked very beautiful. She stood 
staring at them for a moment, delighting in their perfect symmetry, the 
fullness of them, though they were still quite small, they were truly 
pleasing to her eyes. She cupped them with her slender fingers and lifted 
them up, enjoying the passionate sensation of touching herself, the 
marvelous tingle that ran through her flesh when she squeezed them tightly. 
She smiled to herself and adjusted the water then stepped beneath the strong 
spray. 

The hot, steaming water beat down on her breasts sending sharp, pleasant 
stinging darts through her precious boobs. The tingling sensation spread 
through her body as the water splashed on her belly and tickled her crotch, 
danced on her thighs and rode delightfully down her well formed legs. She 
turned slowly around under the rush of water, letting the harsh torrent dash 
against her back and slap playfully at the sweet, rounded cheeks of her ass. 
She rubbed the little half-moons vigorously and spread her legs wide. The 
hard, soothing rush of warm liquid seemed to melt the aching bruised memory 
of Corey's violation of her body away from her. It was truly a cleansing 
process as she turned around once more and allowed the hot spray to roll 
over her breasts once again. She found her hands traveling lightly over her 
tits, her thumb rubbing gently at her nipple until it grew firm and erect. 
She sighed happily and closed her eyes, sliding her hand down to her tender, 
loving cunt. Slowly she rolled her fingers around the edges of her pussy 
lips, dashing one digit in and out of her pussy, sliding the finger deep 
inside of herself. She shuddered violently and felt the warm fires of an 
orgasm building in her loins. 

The wild sensations swimming in her pussy drove tiny darts of pleasure down 
to the tips of her perfect toes. She cupped her hand over her pubic mound 
and tickled her budding little clitoris with her thumb, rolling the little 
button back and forth until it was as hard as a tiny pebble and the sticky, 
warm cunt-juice was beginning to flow from her, trickling down her thighs to 
mix with the tingling, dashing water that beat steadily against her flesh. 

She took the bar of soap that lay in the dish along the wall and leisurely 
lathered her body, running the slippery bar over her tits, down across her 
belly and between her luscious legs. She rubbed the bar into her skin 
briskly, covering all of her with a sweet-scented lather then slowly turned 
round and round, allowing the continuous waterfall to melt the suds away 
leaving her feeling refreshed and aroused. Her whole body seemed poised on 
the tip of excitement. Every nerve ending was throbbing with desire. She 
could not seem to touch a single area of her flesh that would not send darts 
and waves of pleasure racing through her skin. She was highly aroused and it 
was much more intense than she had ever experienced before. She was dying 
for sex, so turned on that she wasn't even thinking about why, just where, 
when, and how! 

She stepped out of the shower and quickly dried herself off, the constant, 
fluffy rubbing of the towel against her flesh exciting her even more. Her 
whole body felt on fire with wanting and she almost reached an orgasm merely 
pulling the bulky towel between her legs. She drew the heavy robe over her 
shoulders and stepped out of the bathroom feeling very alert, yet still high 
up on that fuzzy cloud, in fact, if anything, even higher. 

Mrs. Fondalock was the only one in the room. "Where's Mr. Fondalock?" Brandy 
asked, sitting down on the bed. 

"He went out for a while, dear," the woman answered sweetly. "He often goes 
for a long walk late at night. He says it's good for him." She got up and 
moved over to the bed, sitting down next to Brandy. 

"You look so tired, dear," she said, putting her hands on the child's 
shoulders. "Perhaps a nice back rub would help, humm?" 

She began kneading the flesh at the base of the little girl's neck and 
Brandy sighed, dropping her head to her chest and relaxing her muscles. 
"Ummm, that feels good," she whispered. 

"I'm glad you like it, dear, I love to give body rubs." The woman increased 
her efforts, digging into the soft skin behind Brandy's neck, massaging the 
flesh vigorously. Her strong, insistent fingers took all the tiny kinks out 
of Brandy's muscles and sent warm, passion-filled arrows of lust darting 
down her spine where they lay tingling wildly at her buttocks. 

Brandy rolled her head round and around, moaning softly as the woman worked 
her dancing hands down the little girl's back. She pulled and kneaded the 
flesh at exactly the right spots to turn the little girl on even more. 
Brandy could feel her loins burning and her pussy getting damper and damper. 
She gripped her own thighs tightly and opened and closed her legs over and 
over. 

"Lay down on the bed, my dear," the woman told her. "It will be much better 
that way." Brandy did as she asked and felt a thrill of passion race through 
her as Mrs. Fondalock slid her hands up under the hem of the robe, over her 
delicious cheeks and on up her back,. 

Slowly,-sensuously she worked her way down the child's back, each finger 
firmly in place, kneading and pulling the tender, soft flesh until Brandy 
was moaning in pleasure. She squeezed the fleshy, luscious buttocks, pulling 
the cheeks apart and running a single finger up and down the crevice, 
tickling the tiny dot of her anal canal, no longer aching with pain but 
seething now with passion. She turned the little girl over on her back and 
slid her hands up to the child's shoulders once again. With deliberate ease 
she pinched and squeezed the tops of Brandy's breasts, letting her long, 
narrow fingers trickle over the delicate mounds and tap gently at her 
heaving, budding nipples. She cupped each tit with her palms and squeezed 
the boobs lovingly. Mrs Fondalock's eyes were shut tight and she was 
breathing rapidly as her thumb scraped Brandy's nipple and the little pebble 
jumped up firm and erect, aching for more attention. She rolled each nipple 
round and round with her thumbs and pinched them gently between her 
forefingers. Brandy groaned in pleasure as the woman continued her pleasant 
attack on her soft, pliant body. Mrs. Fondalock's strong, urgent fingers 
sent singing fires of lust through the little eleven-year-old girl's flesh 
and Brandy squirmed beneath her constant massaging, feeling her loins 
burning with pent-up desire. 

"OHHH, GOOD, GOOD," she moaned. "MORE, do it some MORE!" 

"I will, child," the woman whispered breathlessly. "I WILL!" Her dancing 
fingers slid down over Brandy's precious belly and tickled the little girl's 
crotch. She rolled the digits over her pubic mound and flicked her finger at 
the small button of love, bringing it to life, hot and vibrant under her 
darting touch. Brandy rocked back and forth, groaning passionately while the 
woman ran her fingers round her pussy, sliding them lightly over the girl's 
twitching pussy-lips, making them flutter wildly under her touch. She 
pressed a single finger against Brandy's small, taut opening and the little 
girl moaned loudly and opened her legs wide to allow the digit more access 
to her delightful cunt. Mrs. Fondalock slid her long, lean digit deep into 
Brandy's womb and the child gasped with pleasure as the invading finger 
tickled her insides. 

"YES," she groaned. "YESSSS, YESSS, OH YESSS!" 

Mrs. Fondalock pumped the finger in and out of the child's damp pussy, 
bringing the moist, sticky juice to the opening of her cunt, lapping it on 
her hand while she bent her head down and fixed her mouth on one of Brandy's 
jiggling little tits. The little girl grunted in surprise and pleasure as 
the woman sucked her precious little mound into her mouth and began flicking 
her tongue at the stiff, rosy little nipple. 

She turned her finger round in Brandy's palpitating little pussy, squeezing 
the flesh tightly, sliding it in and out of the girl's wet, tender little 
cunt, her mouth sucking on the child's tit wildly, digging her teeth into 
the fleshy little mound and the hard, erect nipple between them. Brandy 
pumped her hips back and forth against the woman's driving finger and she 
ran her hands over the woman's bobbing head, pulling her hair passionately 
and moaning in a steady stream of glorious delight as the woman attacked her 
flesh with wanting lust. 

Ever so slowly she drew her sucking, kissing mouth down the child's body. 
She rolled her tongue around Brandy's tiny navel, flicking it in and out of 
the cute little valley while Brandy's tummy jiggled pleasantly. She 
continued her journey toward the base of all desire with deliberate control, 
taking her time, driving the little girl more insane with lust every moment. 
Brandy was gasping uncontrollably now, tossing her body from side to side as 
the racing fires of wanting burned their way through her body and slashed at 
every nerve, making her moan with the almost intolerable pleasure of the 
woman's actions. 

Down, down, down went the seeking mouth, nibbling her way through the sparse 
forest of pubic hair until she had her lips poised at the edge of the little 
girl's aching clit. She flicked her tongue out tentatively, lathering the 
tiny button. Brandy almost screamed with delight as the lashing arrow 
created sudden darts of pure pleasure that surged in her loins and ripped 
through her aching pussy. 

"OHHH, GOD!" she groaned loudly. "OH! OH! OH!" She pressed the woman's head 
tight to her cunt and rolled it back and forth as Mrs. Fondalock began to 
roll the small, hard knob of her clitoris around in her teeth, sucking on it 
passionately. "OH, YEAH!" cried Brandy. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!" 

The older woman slithered her lips down over the child's throbbing pussy and 
began darting her tongue in and out of the delicious love-pit that awaited 
her. She licked the inner walls of the warm, wet cave, sucking the pussy 
lips greedily into her mouth. Her hands went round Brandy's sweet little ass 
and she hugged the taut, fleshy cheeks tightly, digging her fingers into the 
round half-moons and drawing the little girl's twitching body tightly to her 
face. 

Her mouth worked furiously on the sweet tasting little pussy, sucking at it 
hungrily as if it were the very good of life, eating wildly, her long, pink 
tongue darting in and out of the hot, palpitating hole faster and faster 
until her dart of love ached with her efforts. 

Brandy's flesh felt as if it were on fire. Every part of her sung with 
incredible desire. The sensations the woman was creating in her loins were 
maddening in their passionate power. She felt the raging orgasm building 
rapidly in her fiery cunt, tearing her flesh asunder with intense pleasure. 
She rocked her hips powerfully and thrust the woman's face harder against 
her. "OHHH, I want to come!" she cried "I WANT TO COMEEEE!" She tightened 
her body down, urged the insanely beautiful orgasm on, pushed at it as if it 
were a huge boulder of love. She groaned and thrashed about uncontrollably 
as she felt the burning fires of lust speed through her skin, her cunt 
throbbing almost painfully as she got closer and closer to the explosive 
release she was seeking. 

Mrs. Fondalock sucked madly at Brandy's cunt now, her face wet with the 
little girl's sticky juice, her tongue driving in and out of her like an 
arrow of intense passion. She nibbled at the palpitating pussy lips, sucked 
them into her mouth and blew them out again, huffing deeply and throwing her 
mouth down on the burning flesh that seemed to be dying in its all-consuming 
pleasure. 

Harder and harder she ate at the child, driving Brandy to the point of 
almost deliriousness, forcing her to experience deep, unending pleasure, 
wave upon wave of aching, total lust tore through Brandy's body until she 
was completely consumed by her passion and had lost all track of time and 
place and was only a tool of delight and passion for her own body. 

Nearer and nearer Brandy came to the point of orgasm. Her flesh coiled up 
and poised itself for the all encompassing, exploding moment of pure 
pleasure. She could feel her skin burning with lust, waiting impatiently for 
the moment of release. "AH, AH, AH!" she gasped, feeling as if she were 
racing at an incredible speed. Suddenly everything seemed to burst apart as 
the massive tremors shook her flesh and the aching desire overflowed her 
throbbing insides. 

"OHHHH, AHHH, AHEEEEE!" she cried wildly, tossing about on the mattress, 
slamming Mrs. Fondalock's head back and forth between her legs. "I'M COMING, 
COME ... COME ... COMINGGGG!" She tossed her hips in the air and an ocean of 
hot come spilled from her cunt over the woman's hungry lips as the intense, 
overpowering climax raced from her body. She bucked wildly, orgasm after 
orgasm ripping through her until it seemed she could not stand another, 
until finally she was completely spent, every ounce of energy drained from 
her body and she fell back on the bed sobbing for breath while the older 
woman slid to the floor, exhausted from her lovemaking. 

Mr. Fondalock sighed to himself, happily. He had been watching all that was 
taking place from outside, peering in through the window whose curtains, his 
wife, thoughtfully had left slightly parted. It was one of his passions to 
watch his wife initiate a young girl after she had been given the potion. He 
would stand and stare, feeling the hot blood rising in his loins as the 
young girl grew closer and closer to her destiny. He had, of course, 
carefully chosen the room they were staying in, explaining to the attendant 
at the desk that they needed privacy away from the noise of the highway. 
They were rarely given any trouble about gaining such a room, usually only 
being denied because one was not available. The Fondalocks looked so 
average, so much like a typical middle-aged couple that they were hardly 
noticed by anyone even when they had a small child in tow. 

They were so commonplace that they were the kind of people who fitted right 
in, and they liked it that way. Now, with Brandy lying on the bed, his wife 
curled up on the rug, Mr. Fondalock knew it was the moment he had been 
waiting for. He threw open the door and confronted the scene. 

T see what's been going on!" he shouted. 

Brandy looked up at the man walking determinedly over to where she was 
lying. She couldn't tell if he was angry or not and what's more, she 
realized with surprise that she couldn't care less. She was still floating 
on that cloud and even her intense orgasmic moments a few minutes before 
couldn't bring her down. 

"I saw everything that happened, I always see everything that happens, don't 
I Emma?" Mr. Fondalock said to his wife. She was lying on the floor, still 
curled up and shaking from her strenuous actions. 

"Yes, dear, you always do," she affirmed. 

"Would you say that this little lady has been a bad girl, then?" 

"Oh yes, dear, a very bad girl." 

"Have you been a bad girl, young lady?" 

Brandy looked up into the eyes of the man standing over her. She giggled, 
realizing it was a game, and nodded. "Uh-huh," she agreed. "I've been very, 
very bad." 

"And what happens to little girls that are bad." 

"Ah ... they get a spanking," Brandy giggled again, her hand cupping her 
chin as if she were trying very hard to think. 

"That's right!" The older man said. He sat down on the bed and lifted Brandy 
up. He placed her across his lap and flipped the flowing cloth of her robe 
up to her wait. "Yes, I think you could do with a spanking," he said, 
nodding and smoothing his hand across her soft, lily-white cheeks. The taut, 
fleshy globes felt glorious to-his touch and he lovingly cupped each globe 
with his palms, squeezing the tender flesh gently, scraping his fingers 
across the skin, swirling them around until Brandy groaned in pleasure. He 
lifted his hand high up in the air and said, "All right, Brandy, here comes 
your spanking for being such a naughty, naughty girl!" 

He brought his hand down with a loud SWACK! that sent a dart of stinging 
pain-pleasure through the little girl's butt. It didn't actually hurt so 
much as sharply sting in a pleasing sort of way. Once again the hand went up 
and slammed down, inflicting a blow that was just this side of actual pain. 

"Oooo," groaned Brandy. "That feels NICE! Do it AGAIN, I've been a bad, bad 
little girl, DO IT AGAIN!" 

Up and down, over and over went Mr. Fondalock's hand. Each resounding slap 
senting a jarring, stinging bolt through the palm of his hand and on up 
through his arm. The harsh, painful contact he made with the child's 
delicious flesh made his balls swell with delight and his cock ache with 
enjoyment. Brandy was giggling with pleasure and wiggling her cunt around on 
his lap, rubbing his cock back and forth beneath his pants. He smoothed his 
hand around and around the tender, pert little ass and pinched a single 
cheek with his thumb and forefinger. He lifted his hand and began spanking 
her again. His blows calculated and swift, stinging the little girl 
pleasantly, arousing her as she felt his hard cock throbbing through his 
clothes against her naked pussy. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP, went his hand and each 
time she yelped in pleasure, it felt so good. She had never been spanked 
like this before! She felt her little ass tingling with stinging pleasure 
and her cunt getting hot and gushy all over again. She moaned and rocked her 
body from side to side on his lap. She felt his knee digging into her crotch 
and she pressed against it with her hips. "OOOO, it's fun to be a bad little 
girl!" she moaned, "AH, HIT MEEEE!! " 

He spanked her harder and harder, her little ass was turning beet-red under 
his blows, but as he suspected, Brandy was far from minding his increase of 
passion but simply enjoying it all the more. He could feel her little pussy 
twirling round and round on his knee and he heard her grunts of passion each 
time he struck her. His leg was getting damp from her cunt juice and his arm 
began to ache with the work-out it was getting. He ignored his pain and 
continued his spanking. Brandy began to squirm more and more on his leg and 
he could feel her building up to another orgasm. 

"Spank me! Spank me, SPANK ME, SPANK ME!" she gasped thrusting her tiny, 
perfect ass high into the air to accept his blows. He brought his hand down 
again and again, his palm stinging deliciously as he struck the pert, 
luscious ass that wiggled below him. 

"Yes! YES! OOOO, YESSSS!" the little girl cried as his heavy falling hand 
slapped her taut little cheeks over and over, the stinging blows jarring her 
nerve-endings and sending thousands of arrows of pleasure shooting from the 
tip of her ass to the middle of her cunt. The orgasm was racing through her 
now, leaping to the peak of her shivering pussy, finally she groaned loudly 
and shuddered violently and Mr. Fondalock could feel the wet, steaming come 
pour out of her cunt, soaking his happy knee. He brought his hand down for 
one final slap then left it there, making a slow, hazy circle over her red, 
burning cheeks, smoothing the last traces of pain from the sweet little buns 
away. He bent his head and kissed each cheek passionately, enjoying the 
heady aroma rising from her cunt, and the warm, soft flesh that met his 
lips. 

"Thank you, Mr. Fondalock, for spanking me," Brandy giggled. "I really 
deserved it!" 

"Yes you did, my dear," he replied, setting her on her feet on the rug. 
"But, don't you think I deserve something for being so good to you." 

"Yes, you sure do, what you like?" the child asked, rubbing her tender 
cheeks with both hands, standing on one foot, the other cocked invitingly 
around her ankle. 

"I'll leave that up to you, my dear." 

Brandy gazed down at his crotch, the big bulge his prick made in his pants 
giving her an idea. "I know just the thing!" she said. She lowered herself 
to her knees and unzipped his fly, reached into his pants and brought out 
his stiff, long prick. Slowly she rolled her delicate fingers back and forth 
along the length of the massive stem until she could feel the hot blood 
racing through it. 

"Yes, yes, my child," groaned Mr. Fondalock. "That will do, that will do 
very nicely!" 

Brandy squeezed Mr. Fondalocks cock tightly and rubbed the swollen head with 
her thumb making the man gasp with pleasure and throw his head back, his 
eyes shut tightly as she pumped on his throbbing prick with her firmly 
curled fingers. She lowered her head and slithered out one long swipe of her 
pointed tongue, rolling the tip of it around his taut sac, slashing it back 
and forth across his balls. He groaned in delight as the little girl covered 
the bag with her mouth and slowly sucked the whole sac between her teeth, 
lathering the entire surface with her tiny dart of passion. 

She rolled his cock between the palms of her sweet little hands and pumped 
up and down on the shaft wildly. The man was moaning wildly now, his aching 
balls undergoing the most exquisite agony he had known in a long time. The 
sweat ran from his armpits and forehead and he quivered involuntarily with 
each delicious suck the little girl took from his balls. Brandy was rolling 
his nuts around in her mouth, popping them from side to side with her tongue 
while she nibbled passionately on his flesh, taking tiny bites of pleasure 
as she continued to pump his prick vigorously. 

"Oh, lick my cock, now, my child!" groaned Mr. 

Fondalock, "LICK IT NOW! AH, LIKE THAT, AGGGHHH!! " 

The little girl spat the balls from her mouth and kissed the base of his 
shaft. Her soft, pliant lips slowly rode up onto his blood-beating rod and 
she snaked her tongue out, swiping the throbbing shaft with the bare tip of 
the rosy arrows. She drew her lips along the length of it, taking her time 
and kissing it every step of the way. She used her teeth again, to nibble at 
the massive shaft, and Mr. Fondalock yelped with delight each time she took 
another bite of his burning flesh. 

Slowly she worked her way to the head of his quaking cock. She pursed her 
lips and planted a kiss on the trembling tip, licking out with her tongue 
and swabbing the entire surface of the engorged head, jamming the pointed 
dart into the huge slit. Mr. Fondalock groaned in pleasure and put his hands 
on the little girl's head. "SUCK IT, BRANDY! SUCK IT, CHILD, TAKE IT IN YOUR 
BEAUTIFUL MOUTH!" 

Brandy grinned and opened her jaws as wide as they would go. She let the 
swollen tip of his prick slip over the soft, pliant petals that were her 
lips and she closed them around the tip, pumping it ever so lightly in and 
out of her mouth. Mr. Fondalock was like a man gone insane as she sucked on 
his hard, aching prick-head. He gasped and groaned and tossed his hips 
wildly beneath the little girl's greedy mouth. His breath was coming in 
short, heavy bursts and his legs were twitching uncontrollably. Brandy drew 
a little more of his prick into her mouth, tightening her teeth around the 
skin, scraping them up and down the shaft until he screamed quietly under 
the intense pleasure of it all. 

"You suck so good, child! SOOO GOOOD!" he gasped. 

Brandy chuckled under her breath and then suddenly ran the throbbing organ 
way down her silken throat and left it there for a moment, nibbling with her 
teeth at the base of his long shaft. Fondalock almost leaped off the bed 
when she rammed his prick into the tight constricting sheath of her throat 
and as he felt her tiny muscles squeezing and unsqueezing around his stiff 
pole he cried out in joy. "GOD, YES! OH, YES, YEAH, YEAH, OH, OH, YEAH!" he 
groaned, shaking violently and gripping the little girl's head tightly 
between his hands. 

She began to slide the fat, long pole in and out of her mouth, scraping her 
teeth along the flesh as it rode over her lips and back down the taut, slim 
passage that was her tender throat. Harder and harder and harder she pumped 
the huge rod, sucking greedily at it like a child with a fat popsicle. Her 
mouth worked hungrily at the stiff shaft, her lips sucked and curled around 
the thrusting pole while her tongue lashed the burning flesh violently. 

Mr. Fondalock felt the huge, body-shaking orgasm suddenly rip through his 
loins uncontrollably and race for its release toward the head of his prick. 
"HERE I COME, CHILD!" he cried, his body trembling madly, his cock thrusting 
in and out of the little girl's throat passionately. "I'M COMING, CUMMING IN 
YOUR WONDERFUL MOUTH!" he screamed and Brandy felt a massive river of hot, 
steaming come burst from the head of his cock and she gulped frantically to 
swallow it all down her silken throat while he slammed his prick in and out 
of her mouth roughly. "A-A-A-A-a-a-a-i-i-i-I-I-I-EEE!! ! " 

He cried out his cum and fell back on the bed while the girl kept pumping on 
his prick, sucking the last traces of come from his loins greedily, 
squeezing the shaft tightly to force every last drop from him. Mr. Fondalock 
was groaning and tossing his head from side to side as Brandy continued to 
work at his aching prick until she had licked the final drop of come from 
his tired, spent prick and swallowed it happily. 

"I hope that did the job," she said, smiling over the man's still erect 
dick. 

"Perfect, my dear, PERFECT!" he gasped. "You were truly magnificent! I am 
very pleased!" 

"I'm so happy that you are!" 

Mr. Fondalock looked over to the other bed where his wife was now lying, her 
hands busy with her own trembling pussy. "Oh, but look at Mrs. 

Fondalock, my child, she seems to be doing everything for herself." 

Brandy stood up and grinned. "I'll be happy to help her!" she said, leaving 
over and pushing the woman's hands away. She spread Mrs. Fondalock's legs 
wide and then lowered her sweet little head and buried her face in the 
woman's hot, steaming crotch. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The next day went by so fast that Brandy could barely remember any of it. In 
fact it was getting so that she never had any idea what was going on since 
she had joined the Fondalocks. 

They went to bed after the heated lovemaking session. Mr. and Mrs. Fondalock 
slept in one bed while she in the other and they didn't awaken until well 
after nine in the morning. They paid their bill and then drove down the road 
a little ways for some breakfast. But before they had done all that they had 
made sure that Brandy drank another glass of the wine. Mr. Fondalock had 
assured her that it was the best thing to pick you up in the morning. Brandy 
had remembered the night before with a hazy kind of recollection and in a 
way she was horrified that she'd done such things with these people, people 
she didn't even know! But once she had had her glass of wine, that fuzzy, 
pleasant cloud came back over her and she ceased to care about the evening 
before. She felt that familiar, odd, faraway feeling and her will power 
seemed drained from her once again. 

The morning meal was delicious, and Brandy ate her fill of eggs and bacon 
while the Fondalock's kept their dining to a minimum. When Brandy went to 
the bathroom, Mrs. Fondalock poured a bit of the potion into her juice and 
urged the girl to drink it all down before they left the restaurant. She 
continued slipping the potent drug to the little girl all day long and so 
powerful was it that Brandy never realized what they were doing to her. 

They kept up a bright, cheerful chatter all the day long, keeping the little 
girl's mind off of Lee and generally getting Brandy to the point of where 
she was so high on the drug that she had completely forgotten what she was 
supposed to be doing. Somehow everything slipped her mind and she just went 
along with the two people, leaving herself in their hands. She didn't care 
about anything at all and was content to watch the scenery glide by as the 
hours of the day ticked on. 

About mid-afternoon they stopped in a rest area and Mr. Fondalock had the 
car checked and the gas tank filled. He chatted for a while with the 
attendant then, his car having been taken care of, he rolled back on to the 
highway and in a few minutes they turned off at the next exit. 

They remained on the major routes for a few hours then began turning off on 
to more and more remote stretches of road, getting farther and farther into 
the dense, unpopulated rural areas until at last they were riding down a 
lonely, unused road that seemed to be more like a cow-path. The night was 
coming on and Brandy was confused and somewhere inside of her, a little 
scared. 

They came to a large white farmhouse, dotted by a small string of cabins 
that lay behind it. The Fondalock's pulled into the place and parked the car 
and a big man with a sour look on his face came out to greet them. 

"You took long enough to get back," the man growled as they got out of the 
car. 

"Easy, Leon, easy, look what we found on the road," Mr. Fondalock said, 
patting the man on the shoulder. "She'll be a pleasant addition, don't you 
agree?" 

"She ain't much," the man snorted. "She won't bring you anything." 

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, the younger the better I always say. Men 
would give their right arm for a child such as this." 

"YOU say." 

"Yes, I do, now when will Mr. Howard be coming out again?" 

"Couple of days. He called, he's anxious to do business again. Got a heavy 
demand this month." 

Mr. Fondalock sighed. "Yes, it seems that every time I want to relax I have 
to work all the harder. Well probably have to move again. Charlie, the 
attendant at the last service stop, is probing me more and more these days, 
I suspect we will have to push on after this supply is exhausted. Well, no 
matter. Come along Brandy, I'll show you to your new home." 

The little girl stumbled after Mr. Fondalock. She had understood nothing of 
his conversation, she was only confused as to what she was doing here. He 
lead her to one of the cabins and showed her to the inside once he had 
unlocked the door. There were two other girls inside the small home, they 
were almost as young as she and both of them had vacant, far away looks in 
their eyes. They didn't react when Mr. Fondalock opened the door, they 
merely looked up and stared at him, remaining seated on their beds. 

"Now?" one of them whispered hopefully. 

He shook his head. "Perhaps later. I want to introduce you to Brandy, girls. 
This is Jeannie," he said pointing to a short, well-built, dark-haired girl. 
"And Joanie," he added, sweeping his hand over to indicate a thin, 
blonde-haired girl who very much resembled Jeannie. 

"Well, be comfortable, girls. Leon will bring you your meals in a little 
while," Mr. Fondalock told them happily, then he shut the door and locked 
them in. 

Brandy looked back and forth to the two girls and then went over to one of 
the beds and sat down, lapsing into the same, dull stupor they were in, 
sitting stock still, thinking of nothing. 

Mr. Fondalock walked up to his house, humming a tune to himself, very happy 
at his good fortune. His wife met him at the door. "How is Brandy getting 
along?" she asked worriedly. 

"Fine, just fine. Just make sure she gets a good, strong dose tonight at 
dinner, just to be on the safe side." 

"I will. She's such a wonderful little girl." 

"Yes, she is. I had no idea she would work out so well." 

"It's a pity we have to lose her." 

Mr. Fondalock nodded and sighed. "I know, my dear, I am aware of how 
attached you get to the girls, but you must remember, we are in business. If 
we kept all the little pets we would never be able to afford new ones." 

"Yes, you're right, as always," his wife agreed sadly, then she smiled. "But 
at least she will be with us for a little while, won't she?" 

Mr. Fondalock grinned. "Of course, my dear, of course. And while she's here, 
you can have all the fun with her you want." 

"You're so good to me!" she cried and threw her arms around him, kissing him 
passionately on the lips. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Brandy was terrified. Never in her life was she so afraid. She had been in 
this strange place for over twenty-four hours now, and still she did not 
know exactly where, or why, she was here. For the rest of the evening the 
night before she had remained in the heavily drugged state in which she had 
arrived. She hadn't seen Mr. Fondalock since that evening nor his wife, 
either. The only other human being, besides the two girls sharing the small 
hut with her that she had laid eyes on was a huge, brutish-looking man named 
Leon who brought them their meals. He never said a word to them, simply 
brought them their food and drink and left, returning only at the next meal 
time to deliver another plate of food and pick up the dirty dishes from the 
previous meal. She had watched the girls down their food and especially, 
especially the sweet wine they were served with every meal with such frantic 
gusto, almost as if they were starving, when it was obvious that no one was 
going to go hungry that it might have been that sight that prompted her to 
stop drinking the wine. 

At the time she didn't know why she had done it. She was so very, very high 
that she poured the glass out in the toilet without thinking, something 
buried in her mind made her do it and it wasn't until a few hours later, 
when the small room was dark with the blackness of night that she slowly 
came out of her drugged state. As the effects of the powerful potion mixed 
in the sweet wine gradually wore off, Brandy began to realize her situation. 
She didn't understand any of it, but she knew one thing; she was a prisoner 
and the Fondalocks had nothing good in mind for her. 

The night passed in terror for her and she slept only fitfully, but when the 
morning came she kept control of herself and patterned her reactions on the 
two other girls. She had enough sense to realize that if she let on to Leon 
that she wasn't under the spell of the drug any longer something worse would 
happen, so she mimicked Jeannie and Joanie and as far as she could tell, 
Leon was none the wiser. 

She spent the day in a fruitless attempt to get the girls to reveal who they 
were and how they got there, but they were too far gone on the mysterious 
drug to respond. All they seemed interested in was the drugged wine and 
trying to feel up Leon every time he came to the door. She remembered with 
revulsion her own uncontrollable desires the night she'd spent in the motel 
with the Fondalocks and she surmised that the drug must have some strange 
sexual powers. But that didn't really matter what she had to do now was 
escape. But how? She was locked in, would get no help from the two girls, 
and the only time the door was opened was to admit the hulking Leon who 
could easily overpower her if she tried to run. 

She sank down on her bed in despair. The heavy, dark night had fallen again 
and she was no nearer a solution to her problem than she had been this 
morning. If only Lee where here, she thought, he would figure it out, he 
would know what do do. He wasn't there, though, and Brandy was beginning 
realize that she would probably never see her gentle lover again. She threw 
herself down on the mattress and began to sob quietly. A thin shaft of 
moonlight covered her precious head as it beamed in through one of the tiny 
slots in the nailed over window. She felt completely lost and unable to go 
on. There seemed to be no rescue for her, nothing to save her from the fate 
to which she was destined. 

A shadow blocked the moonlight for a moment, but as she jerked up to a 
sitting position the shadow moved away, allowing the thin arrow of light to 
bath her in its glow once again. She heard someone walking around the front 
of the small hut and she sat stock-still in terror as she listened to 
whoever it was fiddling with the door knob. She heard a soft curse when the 
person found the door would not open, then there was silence once again. 

It was deathly quiet for a few minutes. Only the faint, beckoning sounds of 
a lonely rural night could be heard from the outside. Then suddenly the 
person returned. Whoever it was jammed something in the door and with a 
quick, powerful crunch the door popped open. A man stood in the shadows and 
Brandy strained her eyes for a few seconds trying to see who it was, then 
her heart leaped with joy and she bounded up from the bed and ran over to 
him, throwing her arms around him and crying out his name. "Lee, Lee!" she 
groaned. "Thank God, it's you, oh, Lee, Lee, Lee!" 

"Shss!" he whispered harshly. "Quiet! Come on, we have to get out of here!" 
He took her by the arm and started to pull her along with him. 

"Wait!" Brandy said, she ran over and woke the two girls. "We have to take 
them with us, we can't leave them here." 

"Brandy!" 

"Please, Lee, you can't just leave them." 

Lee sighed and nodded. Brandy helped Jeannie along, the little girl 
following with no questions asked, so drugged was she, while Lee lifted 
Joannie up in his arms and carried her, leading the way to the motor home 
that was hidden in a clump of trees, out of sight from the road and farm 
house. 

When they got inside the van, he quickly pulled out the sofa bed and with 
Brandy's help lay the girls on it. Then they rushed to the front of the 
vehicle and he started the engine as softly as possible, pulling slowly away 
from the place with his lights out. Once they were far enough away he kicked 
the motor home into high gear and got away from there as fast as possible. 

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked Brandy after they had gone a mile 
or so. 

She related her adventures so far, leaving nothing out and Lee listened in 
grim distaste to the sordid tale. He waited until she was finished before he 
said anything. Then, the child urging him on excitedly, he told her how he 
found her. 

"When I went to bed that morning, I almost shit! I couldn't figure out what 
happened for the longest time. I worked my way back to the last place I'd 
seen you and they told me about your leaving with that Corey guy. Well, I 
just started to work my way back again, hitting every rest stop until I came 
to the last one. A real snoop by the name of Charlie who pumps gas there 
told me all about these Fondalocks. It took me the best part of the day to 
run them down and when I finally got there, I knew at first glance that 
something fishy was going on. I didn't like the looks of all those locked 
cabins, so I hid the van and spied on the place until everyone went to bed, 
then I started checking out the cabins until I found you." 

"You're so wonderful, but Lee, why where we there, why were we kept so 
spaced out and in locked rooms?" 

"They planned to sell you honey, sell you to other men." Lee answered with a 
grimace. "I wonder how many kids they've done that with? The bastards. I'd 
better do something quick before they find out you're gone and have a chance 
to escape." 

He pulled the van over to the first town he came to, looked up the number of 
the state police in the telephone book and made a call to them. He didn't 
give his name or connection, but he described everything he had seen and 
urged the trooper he was talking to do something about it quickly, then he 
hung up the telephone, jumped back in the van and they started off again. 
After a few hours they found a campsite and he pulled in there. It was 
nearing morning and the two girls in the back were waking up and Lee figured 
he had a lot of explaining to do to them. 

At first the girls were confused and frightened, but they did remember 
Brandy being in the hut with them and after Lee explained it to them, they 
felt safe and secure. They told him they had been hitch-hiking a few days 
before when they got a ride from the Fondalocks. As with Brandy, the two 
people had been so nice to them, giving them cookies and cocoa to drink that 
they'd been put under the spell of Mr. Fondalock's drug without ever 
realizing it. 

"Neat trick," Lee said shaking his head. 

"We owe you everything," Jeannie told him. 

Brandy was watching the girl intently and she noticed too, that for the 
first time Lee seemed to be realizing what an attractive girl she was. 
Brandy giggled and said, "Don't you think we ought to show Lee how much we 
appreciate his saving us?" 

"Oh, yes," whispered Joannie breathlessly. 

Brandy giggled and pushed Lee off his feet onto the bed. Ignoring his 
protests, she hurriedly pulled his pants and shirt from his body with the 
eager help of the two girls. Lee struggled against the three little girls, 
but they were too much for him, laughing and tearing at his clothing until 
he was completely naked on the tangled sheets and blanket. Then they quickly 
stripped off the robes they had been given to wear at the farm, and Lee was 
suddenly confronted with the sight of six beautiful tits and three 
deliciously winking pussies, all waiting anxiously for his attention. He 
felt a sudden fever in his balls and he gave up all thoughts of protesting. 

Brandy bent forward and put her mouth to his. Her pink, darting tongue slid 
between his lips and jumped about the inside of his mouth searching for his 
own as her soft, pliant lips gently rolled over his greedy mouth. He reached 
out with both of his hands and cupped her pert, budding tits, squeezing them 
lightly and rolling his palms over the tiny nipples until they burst to 
life, growing erect and hard as stone. He moaned as the little girl dropped 
her hand to his thigh and began scraping her long, slender fingers back and 
forth across his burning flesh. 

Jeannie moved up around behind him and began to massage his neck, leaning 
forward and rubbing her own, pear-like tits up and down his back, pressing 
her warm flesh against his tightly, kissing his shoulders with her hungry 
mouth. She nibbled excitedly on his skin, her tiny teeth sinking into his 
taut muscles and sending a bolt of pleasurable pain stinging through his 
spine. 

Joannie was not to be left out. She moved around to the side of Brandy and 
reached in front of the little eleven year old, grasping Lee's semi-erect 
prick in her hand, curling her short, thin fingers around the shaft and 
squeezing it tightly in her grip. Lee groaned as his growing cock began to 
fill with hot blood and the beginnings of a enjoyable tremor rumbled 
anxiously in his groin. 

The little girl began to slowly pump her fingers up and down on his cock, 
squeezing her hand as she continued the motion. She rolled her fingers over 
the tip of his head and danced her nails across the throbbing head. Lee 
shuddered as warm, burning fires spread like a wave of warmth through his 
loins. He moaned as he felt the girl's thumb rolling around the head of his 
prick and he dropped his excited mouth to Brandy's breast, seeking urgently 
one of her luscious pears. He sucked a single tit into his mouth and scraped 
his tongue across the rock-hard nipple, nibbling wildly at the tender mouth 
with his teeth. Brandy groaned and tossed her head back, pressing her chest 
tightly against his greedy mouth. 

"OHHH, YEAHHHH!" moaned Brandy as she felt his finger slide down to her damp 
little pussy and quickly slither itself inside of her. Lee pumped the stiff 
digit in and out of the little girl's hot, moist pussy while he rolled her 
taut, button clit with his fat, hard thumb. Brandy was soon overflowing with 
sticky juice and rocking back and forth in rhythm with his probing finger. 
She pushed her body forward and made Lee lay on his back, then she straddled 
his face with her legs spread wide and slowly lowered herself over his 
mouth. 

He shot his tongue upward and slithered it inside of her twitching cunt and 
the little girl groaned loudly as she felt the sharp arrow of love bury 
itself deep in her aching hole. 

Joannie took this opportunity to adjust her body so that she could lower her 
mouth to Lee's massive cock and begin to lick the entire length of his 
trembling shaft with her lusting tongue. She took long, lathering swipes at 
the hot, blood-red pole and rolled her pink dart of pleasure leisurely 
around the fat head, making Lee's prick dance with pleasure and quake 
violently under her attention. She delicately kissed the head of his prick 
and he groaned as her soft, encompassing lips allowed his aching shaft to 
slide over her tiny, nibbling teeth and ride slowly down the soft passage 
that was her throat. 

"God!" Lee gasped, thrusting his mouth firmly against Brandy's palpitating 
little cunt. He sucked her twitching, moist pussy lips into his mouth and 
nibbled at them with his driving teeth. The little girl's body shuddered 
involuntarily as he pumped his tongue in and out of her steaming pit, 
lathering her hot inner recesses with his strong dart of passion. 

Brandy rolled from side to side on his face and groaned passionately. She 
blinked her eyes wildly as his eating mouth drove her cunt to furious 
heights of pleasure, churning the bubbling juices of lust into an angry 
ocean of desire in her loins. She saw Jeannie sitting in front of her, the 
little girl's hands playing with her own pussy and Brandy bent forward and 
began licking the girl's thighs with long swipes of her own precious tongue. 
Jeannie groaned and clasped Brandy's head firmly between her hands and 
pressed the girl's eager face to her cunt. 

"EAT ME," she groaned, her voice husky and strained. "EAT ME, NOWW!" Brandy 
lathered the girl's quaking mound, slithering her tongue back and forth over 
Jeannie's twitching love-bud until it grew hard under her probing dart and 
the wet, warm love juice began to flow down over her lips and chin. 

Joannie bobbed her head up and down, faster and faster on Lee's agonized 
cock. Her tiny teeth slid along the length of his shaft like two highly 
charged live wires of love. He could feel the massive orgasm rolling like a 
powerful wave over the churning fires of lust that were burning in his balls 
as the little girl cupped the tight, heavy bag with her hand and squeezed it 
roughly, making him cry out in a passionate fury. The girl sucked on his 
prick as if it were a living delight that she drew her strength from. He 
almost died feeling her jam the strong rod deep into her throat, curling her 
lips tightly around the rod, lathering the sides of his prick with her 
willing tongue, pumping in like a piston in and out of her precious throat. 

He tossed his body back and forth beneath her working mouth and jammed his 
tongue deep into Brandy's luscious cunt, eating at her fiercely, sucking her 
tender petals into his mouth and nibbling on them with his teeth, while he 
rolled his tongue back and forth, passionately inside and against her hot, 
dripping cunt walls. Her taut little pussy, so wet and warm and wonderful 
was throbbing wildly under his tense attack and she yelped in agonized 
delight each time she felt his lips caress her sweet tasting love-pit. 

She increased her own efforts on Jeannie's boiling pussy, sucking deeply at 
the moist cunt in front of her, driving her tongue in and out of the girl 
and nibbling passionately at the two throbbing lips that lay at the corners 
of her mouth. She rolled her tongue up and out of the steaming hole, lapping 
it across the girl's palpitating clitoris, clasping her teeth over the tiny 
button and stinging it with her pink tongue while she moaned in exquisite 
agony and thrust her hips up to receive the oral attack. 

"DO IT!" Jeannie moaned. "DO IT TO MEEEEE, BRANDY!" Her cunt seemed blazing 
with lusting fire as it never had before and she felt a massive orgasm 
racing to the edges of her loins as Brandy drove her tongue into her cunt 
and sucked powerful on her burning lips. "OOOOO, I CAN'T STAND IT!" she 
gasped and rocked her body wildly to match the motion of Brandy's 
piston-like arrow of pleasure. Faster and faster her desire raced in her 
until at last it burst from her organs in one wild, all powerful explosion 
of lust and she began coming in oceans of steaming liquid passion that 
engulfed Brandy's frenzied eating. 

"AIIIIIIIIEEEEE!" the girl screamed, tossing her body about wildly, slamming 
her fiery cunt against Brandy's face passionately as the endless series of 
orgasms thundered through her flesh uncontrollably until she threw herself 
to one side of the bed and curled up into a little ball, still quivering 
from the incredible power of her climaxes. 

Jeannie was still working hard on Lee's bulging shaft. Her mouth was doing 
its best to bring him to the explosion she sought from him. Harder and 
harder she pumped the huge, fiery hot prick in her throat, she used her 
well-trained muscles to clamp down on him tightly making the forty-year-old 
man feel as if his whole body was concentrated in his cock and that he would 
go mad with lust if he didn't come soon. He gripped the sheets of the bed in 
an agony of delight and sucked wildly at Brandy's dripping cunt pressed 
firmly on his face. He drove his tongue deep into the child's hot pussy and 
sucked the dripping, luscious lips into his mouth with a furious passion. 
Suddenly Brandy leaped from his face and moved along the bed to where 
Joannie was working so hard on his cock. She pulled the girl from his groin 
and he cried out in protest weakly. 

"Sit on his face!" Brandy commanded the other girl. She quickly scampered 
over to Lee's head and lowered herself into position. 

"What's going on?" Lee asked, his cock aching from almost reaching orgasm 
then having it suddenly torn from his grasp. 

"I WANT YOU INSIDE ME!" cried Brandy in a strained, excited voice. She threw 
her legs over the older man's body and took hold of his prick with one hand. 
The familiar, pleasing grasp of her soft, slim fingers drove him into 
another spasm of pleasure that rocked his entire body with its intense 
sensation. "Eat out Joannie!" Brandy whispered passionately. "I want to 
watch her while I fuck you!" 

Lee threw himself into the task, finding pleasure in the girl's almost dry, 
still to be excited pussy plastered over his mouth. He took long, leisurely 
licks of her young cunt and the girl moaned with the contact and rocked her 
pussy on his face. He rolled his strong dart of passion over her budding 
button of lust and scraped it wildly until it grew firm and taut under his 
constant lathering. Joannie cried out in joy as she felt the strong dart 
tickling her to a high plain of pleasure, making the hot juices flow from 
her cunt and every nerve-ending in her loins sing with intense frenzy. Lee 
bit her soft pussy-lips with his teeth and sucked greedily on her throbbing 
cunt until the girl was wild with hunger and desire. "Oh WOW! OH! WOW! 
OHWOW!" she gasped and plastered her pussy to his greedy mouth. 
"AAA-i-i-i-i-I-I-IEEEEAAHH!! ! " 

Slowly Brandy slid the massive cock into her moist awaiting pussy. She 
shuddered as she felt the wonderfully familiar feeling of being stuffed full 
of hot, throbbing prick. She groaned wildly as she felt the blood racing 
through his veins and wiggled her perfect little ass on his thighs until she 
had every inch of him inside her. "Yes," she sighed happily, "YES, THAT'S 
IT! Oooo, I LOVE IT!" 

The feeling of her sweet little pussy wrapped around his aching prick was 
almost more than Lee could stand. The raging fires of passion all but 
consumed him and he nearly forgot about the twitching, sweet tasting cunt 
that was covering his face. He turned his mind back to the task at hand, and 
licked the steaming pussy powerfully, driving his tongue deep into the 
girl's hot, wet hole and she gasped and moaned loudly as he lathered and 
pumped her insides, his fingers gripping and kneading the soft fleshy cheeks 
of her ass. He drove a finger up and into her moist little anus and began 
pumping it in and out of her to match the rhythm of his thrusting tongue. 

"Golly!" Joannie cried, as the fire burning desires raged in her loins and 
she began to feel a wave of pure passion sweep through her earring her flesh 
along on a tide of lust that threatened to explode into orgasm at any 
moment. She rocked her cunt on Lee's thirsting face and closed her eyes, 
grunting loud and long as the man ate at her fiercely, jamming his tongue 
like a powerful jackhammer in and out of her flaming hole. Suddenly the 
pent-up fury of her passion burst free and she screamed in pleasure as the 
intense orgasm rushed out of her. "YEEEOWWW!" she cried and rocked her body 
wildly round and round as the steaming juice poured from her insides down 
over Lee's sucking lips. "AHHH, FUUUCK, I'M CUMMHIIIINNNGGG!! ! " 

Brandy had watched all this in growing excitement and now she began to pump 
her little body up and down rapidly on Lee's hard, throbbing prick. She 
pulled the huge organ in and out of her in a mad race for ultimate pleasure, 
loving the maddening sensation of his steel-like rod slamming its way to the 
depths of her womb. Harder and harder she thrust the love machine into her 
tender, aching pussy. She could feel the blood reaching a fever pitch in his 
balls and cock and she listened with satisfaction as he groaned 
uncontrollably and thrust his hips up to meet her pounding ass. 

"Brandy, I ... I ... I'M CUUMMMMING," gasped Lee, feeling the wrenching 
power of his orgasm leaping to the tip of his cock. "Cumming, CUM, 
CUUMMMIIIINGGGG!" he screamed and Brandy felt the wonderfully wild river of 
hot come blast from his prick and fill her insides with hot, splashing lust. 
She pumped down on him harder and harder, urging him on and on, feeling her 
own climax nearing closer and closer until it suddenly exploded out of her 
in one long, continuous series of shuddering pleasures. "AHHHH, 
LEEEEE-E-E-E!" she screamed then gave her body over to the intense power of 
her orgasm, thundering up and down on his angry cock until they were both 
consumed by their fiery fucking and all four of them, Brandy, Lee, Joannie 
and Jeannie had to lay quite still from exhaustion. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

They stayed in the campsite for the rest of the day, and then, early the 
following morning, Lee drove the girls to a small town just inside the 
Florida border where they lived. They wanted him to meet their folks and be 
thanked properly for his help, but he declined the offer, preferring to 
remain in the background. 

"Too many questions I don't want to have to explain," he told them, and then 
bid them farewell as he and Brandy settled down to resuming their journey 
south. 

"Well, I hope we don't have any more adventures like that," he sighed, once 
they were on the main highway. 

"Yes, let's keep them all fun ones from now on," agreed his little lover. 
"Oh, Lee, you don't know how much I missed you." 

"I can guess, I thought I'd die if I didn't find you, honey. I would have 
gone on searching for the rest of my life if I had to." 

The child threw her arms around and hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek. 
He swerved all over the road and fought her off, laughing and protesting. 
Then she sat back in her seat and enjoyed the travel, content to be back 
with the man whom she felt so close to. 

After a few hours they stopped for lunch and Lee bought a newspaper and 
searched through it until he found what he was looking for. He chuckled to 
himself as he read of a huge raid conducted the night before on a suspected 
white slavery ring in the neighboring state. Everyone had been captured and 
some fifteen girls rescued. The children told tales of rape and being fed 
drugged food and drink and Lee felt greatly satisfied with himself for 
bothering to make the phone call. The article mentioned that the state 
police had acted on an anonymous tip and he had to laugh again. Floyd and 
Emma Fondalock would spend the rest of their lives wondering who set them up 
and it pleased him to think that they would never, ever find that one out. 

"Gee," Brandy exclaimed after they had finished their lunch and returned to 
the van. "You know, that was fun with the other girls. I like doing things 
like that." 

Lee chuckled. "You don't mean to tell me you're getting tired of me 
already," he said, pretending to be hurt. 

"Oh, no, I just think it's fun, even more fun with more people. There's more 
to do, more to touch," she explained. 

"Well, well see if we can find a couple of boyfriends for you." 

"Oh, boys. Who needs them? I was talking about more girls, silly. I like to 
watch you fuck and suck them." 

"You're something, Brandy," Lee said, shaking his head. 

"Do you think we could do that again sometime, Lee?" the little girl asked 
hopefully. "If it's the right person," he said cautiously. "Great!" 

A little while later they were cruising along when Lee spotted a young girl 
a little older than Brandy hitch-hiking along the road. He was tempted to 
pass her by, one under-age girl in the car was enough, he thought. Even 
though by now he had lost all his guilt feelings about having sex with 
Brandy, he still wanted to play it cool, but she saw the girl also and 
insisted he stop for her. 

The kid was no older than fourteen at best and she hopped in the car with 
all the girlish excitement of a teenager on her first date. She told them 
her name was Tina, and she sat behind Brandy for a few miles, telling them 
about her reasons for leaving home, which were much the same as Brandy's, 
and how she was going to visit her uncle in the Keys. 

Brandy talked back and forth with the girl, totally ignoring Lee and he 
listened to their little girl's conversation with amusement though he 
couldn't help but notice that Tina had a very nice body, what with her jeans 
hugging her hips to tightly and the obvious fact that she was wearing 
nothing under her T-shirt by the way her little nipples popped out against 
the cloth. He felt his nuts aching and tried to concentrate on his driving. 

Brandy and the little girl retired to the back of the van to play records, 
and Lee was left alone until he pulled into a rest area for the night and 
shut down the van. When he made his way to the back of the motor home, he 
saw Brandy and Tina standing in front of the sofa bed they had pulled out, 
both of them stark naked. Brandy giggled as she saw Lee running his eyes 
over each of their beautiful young bodies, his balls beginning to ache 
wildly and a growing cock-rise forming against his pants. 

Tina grinned embarrassedly and rubbed one ankle with her other bare foot and 
Brandy stuck her pert little boobs out definitely. "Well," she said, trying 
hard to keep the laughter out of her voice. 

Lee thought of a million protests he could make, about how they hardly knew 
the girl, but he gave up and just sighed in exasperation, unbuckling his 
belt as he moved toward the two deliciously appealing little girls who were 
waiting for him anxiously, eagerly. 


THE END
