Daddy was dopey again, out of his head, moping around the house like a wormy puppy. Mummy and Tom had done it again… had taken the Buick and split after catching us in what Mummy called "an unnatural relationship." Days went by without word. Daddy grew worse. Fucking stupid Mummy! I thought, watching him languish beneath a scraggly growth of whiskers and sit every night in the living room, unaware, it seemed, of where he was, and that I was there to comfort his needs.
"Then sit there and dry up and… ohhhhhh!" I bellowed on the night a week later when he refused to come to supper and sat, clothes wrinkled, eyes fuzzy, on the sofa.
Flinging my apron violently onto the table I'd set with candles and our best dishes and silverware, I stormed into the living room and yelled, "You're making me sick! Sick! Sick! Sick! Lookit you. You look like a drunk. A wino. A dumbhead."
Daddy stared mournfully up at me. He opened his mouth as if to speak, clamped his dry lips together.
I wore new white hot pants and stood with hands on hips, feet planted wide apart, pussy bulging beneath the skintight material, braless tits showing through a sleeveless, semi-transparent top. And nothing! I might have been a plaster mannequin for all the attention he paid me.
"Sick!" I hollered, near tears. "Almost pukey!" I wailed, and ran without direction out the front door.
It was a warm, star-studded night. The moon was full. A plump cloud overhead, one of a dozen fluff balls scattered haphazardly throughout the blue-black sky, seemed to weep along with me. I ran down the street toward the Simon place… thinking me! not Mummy, with her hotsy white-blonde bush, but me! I was the one with good reason to run away.
I had almost reached Popsy's place when a voice from across the way called, "Hey, you. Little girl"
I stopped. My gaze swept the houses across the street and settled on the tall, thin figure of Mr. George. There was a middle-of-the-week barbecue, a dozen neighbors present, going in the backyard, but Mr. George, apparently bored, apparently having found no partner for his favorite sport, sat alone on the front steps. I stepped from the curb.
When I had reached the George lawn, I said, "You were half right."
"Whazat?"
"I'm a girl… but' not so little."
Mr. George yawned. I moved to the foot of the steps, cocked my head, and studied him. He wore red bermuda shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, sandals, and there was a tumblerful of something icy on the step at his foot. I looked into his eyes. He, too, was taking inventory. "Well?"
"Wanna make half a buck?"
Oh, boy! I- thought. This was the best ever! First he calls me a little girl, then he propositions me! Half a buck yet! Boy!
"I'm out of cigarettes," continued Mr. George. "Not a goddam one in the pack, and.if I go back to the party, the bastards'll make me stay. Wanna run your cute butt to the store?" He displayed the empty pack, grinned, produced a crisp dollar bill and added, "Keep the change."
Giggles tinkled from my throat. I covered my mouth. I had already written the innocent offer into the mental notes for the book me and Debbie would write, and now, feeling foolish, had to retype inside my head. I hastily cast thoughts of Daddy aside. Smiling sweetly, recalling Lois and the others, I concentrated on Mr. George.
"I say something cute?"
"I thought-well, when you asked if I wanted to make a half a buck, I just naturally supposed you were after some…" I left.the implication dangling, hoping he'd take it from there.
Mr. George's eyes narrowed. Now he studied me as if he were seeing me for the first time. His gaze dropped from my face, to my pert titties, to my hot crotch. There he lingered. My belly grew tight. In the white hot pants, with the bright streetlight behind me, I knew he could almost count the hairs on my pussy.
Finally, after giving his lidded eyes a leisurely look at me, Mr. George said, "You thought I was offering half a buck for what you got between your legs!"
I nodded. It was obvious he wasn't expecting a reply. I watched him lift the icy tumbler, drink deep. He set the glass down and stood… bringing his cock on a level with my eyes. It was some hose. It hung halfway down the left pants leg of the bermudas.
"That's dirt cheap," said Mr. George. He stepped down to the walk where I stood. He placed his huge hands on my shoulders. "I never offer less than a fin. They usually up it to a sawbuck. But for you I'd expect to pay… let's see-" he spun me around, studied my plump backside for a moment, spun me again and leered down at my breasts-"at least twenty-five! Plus a tip!"
"What kind of a tip?"
"What kind of a tip did you expect?"
"A big one. Circumcised."
"That's the only kind I got." His hand dropped from my shoulder to my right boob.
Swiftly my gaze swept the block. A neighbor was rocking on the porch two houses away. Several kids were playing on the front lawn down the street. I craned my neck up at Mr. George. Head spinning, recalling what he'd told Lois the night me and Debbie watched them fuck in the Michaels' car port, and relenting in my resolve to have Daddy be the first to sample my new pussy, I said, "Don't you think maybe we should go somewhere? I can't suck you off with everyone watching."
"Fuck that sucking-off jazz!"
"What then?" I breathed hotly.
"Pure and straight pussy, little hairy holes… like the one between your thighs." He, too, looked swiftly about. "Let's go inside. The wife's so busy with those fruitcakes out back she'll never miss me."
Still a bit uncertain, unable to cast thoughts of Daddy completely out of my mind no matter how hard I tried, but nonetheless anxious to hold a cock-a willing tool, a big one, a long stiff one-in my forebelly, I followed Mr. George into the house. "We better go in my den," he said, taking hold of my hand and leading me through two rooms to a dark study with book-lined walls, a black leather divan, a desk, and a window over looking the backyard festivities. He closed the door, locked it, leaned back, and stared at me.
I walked slowly about the den, pausing to run my finger along a book binding here, to examine the pens, the blotter, the desktop there. I stopped at the window. Through the blinds I could see redheaded Mrs. George. She was passing out burgers from the grate atop the charcoal pit. A couple, leaning against a tree at the far end of the appeared to be dry humping. A man bent to look up the back of a woman's mini as she arranged things on the plank picnic table. I glanced back over my shoulder. Mr. George crossed the room. He stopped close behind me. I felt his hand on my ass.
"Are you going to fuck me standing up?'!
"Standing up?"
"Uh-huh. Like you did Lois Michaels. And the others… I don't know their names. I saw you do four that way."
"Spying on me, huh?" He traced the seam where the hot pants were sunk deep in the hot crack of my ass. He hefted the underside of one melon. His stiffening cock dug in.
"Is it better that way? Standing up?" I asked softly.
He kissed the back of my neck, my ear. His hand slipped around to my belly. "It is when they're small," he whispered, fingers creeping down toward my sex. "Like you. You're just the right size for it. I'll be able to lift you by the cheeks of the ass… and set your sweet cunt on my spike. Want it that way?"
"Um!" I pressed back into the rod probing the hot pants. I reached for his free hand and guided it to my left tittie.
"You don't waste time, little girl"
"Kathie."
"I like 'little girl' better. It's sexier." His fingers undid the buttons up the front of the blouse, crept inside. He toyed with my nipples. His other hand cupped my crotch… rubbed my pussy. The hardening thing in his pants moved up and down the crack of my ass.
We stood at the window for a few minutes, watching the couples pair off in the yard, Mr. George leisurely exploring my body. It was sort of peaceful. But I felt the big dick growing against my behind, knew it would soon be inside me, in my most secret place, and felt a momentary pang of regret. I had waited so long for Daddy and it now seemed he was beyond reach. I didn't think he'd ever touch me again. It was the guilt thing, I knew. Now, when he looked at me, he remembered the look on Mummy's face the day she and Torn walked in on us, and blamed me for the split.
I felt Mr. George's thick fingers fumbling with the zipper at my hip. He hesitated, groping for the brass tong. The zipper opened with a faint hiss. He undid the two buttons. The hot pants slipped from my waist down my thighs, slithered down my calves to my ankles.
"Put your hand back here, little girl."
"Why?"
"Reach back and see."
I reached behind, gasped. He had taken his hard dick out. My cool fingers traced the length. I leaned back, head on his chest, breath stuck in my throat. Could it be, I wondered. Had I actually found one thicker, longer, more wonderful than Daddy's?
Mr. George slipped his hand into the waistband of my panties. His fingertips met the soft curls atop my sex. I closed my eyes. My hand closed tight around his hot cock.
"Is it big enough for you, little girl?"
I squeezed in reply, pressed back-driving the head and the panties deep into the valley between my trembling buttocks. It was a magnificent thing. I wanted it in me… three places, filling all holes at once. I sobbed as the fingers low on my belly moved through the black wedge of my pussy, found the tight slit, and spread the tender lips of my cunt.
Now Mr. George gasped. "It's like an oven down there," he said against my ear. "You've got one hot little pussy, little" girl. Hot and-" he drove a thick finger between the puffed outer lips-"tight! Sweet dickheads! If there's one around here tighter than yours, I haven't found it yet." He drove his finger in and out of my vulva, in a slow but insistent fuck motion.
Finally, after getting me good and wet and ready down there, so hot I thought the top of my head would fry my hair as crisp as Chinese noodles, Mr. George took his finger from my cunt and steered me, by the shoulders, across the den to the low, black leather divan. He sat on the edge and made me stand motionless between his widespread knees. Slowly he took off my panties, kissing my bush, my inner thighs, as they went down. He rubbed his face in my wedge, licked the soft lips of my cunt, making me shiver. He darted his tongue against my little pink soldier. He covered my hole with his mouth and breathed warm wet air into me. He fingered, he smelled me. He turned me around, spread my buttocks, tongued my anus, turned me back. He licked my pussy in earnest.
I was all goose bumpy and couldn't stand any more. Frantically I reached for the meat cylinder in his lap. "Stick it up in me," I told him. "The way you did Lois Michaels, the others. Do me now." I yanked on his cock, made him stand, and groped for the buckle and button holding his trousers.
When I had gotten his pants and shorts off, both of us naked, I reached to wrap my small arms around his broad shoulders. I stood on tiptoe and still the top of my head barely grazed his chin. I closed my thighs on his hot cock. "Fuck me!" I demanded. "Standing up! Lift my cheeks, like you said, and… and…"
I felt his huge hands grip the tender halves of my ass. "It… it'll hurt some at first," he warned in a deep, rumbling voice. "Always does. I had one chick, not much taller than you, almost as tight, who screamed and cried like a baby and made me stop before it was halfway home. This prick of mine… it's a freak! Almost a foot long! And once I get going, once I'm in, once I feel a wet cunt snapping on the damn thing… well, I lose all control."
"Me too. I go crazy once-it's in. Stick it in."
The hands on my buttocks moved lower, cupped. I panted. I raised one knee in anticipation. I hoisted myself by the arms on his shoulders. His cock head grazed my open hole. I yelped as if scalded. I worked the lips of my cunt as he lifted and the enormous glans buried itself in my triangle.
"Now move your legs to my waist," said Mr.George.
I did. I locked my ankles high on his waist as Lois Michaels had done. I felt weightless. His powerful hands held me suspended, as if I were a rag doll. But his cock hadn't moved. I glanced down and could see it like a round steel beam separating our bodies. "Stick it up me!" I wailed.
"Okay, little girl. But I warned you." Mr. George thrust.
My mouth dropped open. I blubbered. Spittle ran down my chin. I was being shafted by the flagpole on the library across from Mr. Levine's class at school. He was right. It was too big! I was certain the terrible thing wouldn't fit and would rip from asshole to twat before it penetrated another inch.
"S-S-Stop! It's… I… owwwwwwwww! S-stooooooooop!"
It was no use. Mr. George was beyond hearing my entreaties. Gripping the tender halves of my backside in hot steel claws, he walked us to the wall and pressed me back as he had pressed Lois Michaels against the side of the house. He grunted. He strained while I yelled. He thrust again and again while I pleaded with him to stop. And someone out in the yard, as if it were prearanged, turned a radio up loud, drowning my cries with Blood. Sweat and Tears.
"So fucking tight!" Mr. George leaned his sweaty head on my small shoulder. He humped, using the wall to push me onto the meat stake. One finger dug hard up my ass.
Please! No… no mooooooooore!"
It did me absolutely no good. His stiff cock ripped me, half an inch at a time, retreating, plowing, retreating and plowing again. Now his dickhead was lodged at the tight inner gate, butting the vulnerable mouth of my new upper channel. Burning. Driving upward into my belly without mercy. Planting more and more cock while I wailed and and tried to escape.
I dropped my legs from his waist and yelled, nooooooooo! Then I put my legs back because It was even worse with them down. What had I done? My poor twat. "My poor twaaaaaaaat!"
Then suddenly something happened inside me… something gave. Again my mouth dropped open. Wide-eyed, I looked down. The space between our lower bodies was gone. There was nothing except my sweet little black wedge and a tangled mass of kinky cock hair where his joint used to be.
I gasped, incredulous. The entire monster was in me. A foot? Hadn't he said it was almost a foot long? God! I could feel it pulse. The head, like a Spalding pink ball, was imbedded at the uppermost part of my vagina… inches beyond -Six? Eight?-where the stretched trampoline used to be. It was impossible, but true. My adorable little twat, so outraged, so terrified a moment before, now was wonderfully, happily engorged.
"Dickheads, that's good," proclaimed Mr. George, He bit into the side of my neck, pushed me back hard against the den wall, and ground cock hair into my gaping vulva.
"Do it!" I cried. "Hard! Real hard!" My hips moved convulsively. I raised my legs higher on his thick waist. I wanted him to thrust. Now that the awesome thing was buried deep in my pussy, fat balls resting on my down-tilted ass, I felt silly about having blubbered a moment before. I contracted my soft inner cunt muscles to tell him so.
"Tight! So fucking t-i-g-h-t!" With his stinkfinger, Mr. George reamed my asshole. He backed off half a foot, plowed. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Little girl… so fuckin'… ohhh! Sweet! Hot snug little girl pussy."
"Fuck it! Harder!" I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and rested my spinning head on his warm shoulder. I felt his magnificent dick slide out until only the head was wedged between my wet cunt lips… hesitate… then ride swiftly back into my upper belly. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
"You ain't felt nothin' yet. Now we fuck!"
His hot lips sought mine. I opened my mouth to his tongue. The claws on my ass lifted until my pussy lay pressed to his belly button and two-thirds of his prick was poised below the glans m my love hole. He let me drop-rammmg up as I slid down the pole.
I gurgled into his mouth. Gasping, Technicolor pinwheels spinning inside my head, ears ringing, I dug my finger nails deep into the flesh of his back. I sobbed and moaned and twisted and squirmed as his rigid meat blazed even higher than before.
Mr. George broke the kiss. "Sweet Jesus dickheads. I… I'm coming already." Oh, yes. It… it's too tight. I… I can't hold off."
"Don t hold off. Please. Shoot up me" I worked the lips of my cunt, my bloated vagina, my belly, on the joint stoking faster and faster… In, out, In.
"Little gir…"
"Ohhh wwwwwwwww!"
"Lit-tle girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrll"
It was spectacular. His cock blasted off with the force of a cannon shooting a hot miniball into my gash. He backed off and rammed the roots up my pussy, blasting again. Crushing me back against the wall, he ground the terrible thing higher and spurted semen until it dripped out and down from my twat to form a puddle of gooey love at his feet on the floor.
"Best fuck ever," gasped Mr. George.
"Don't stop," I pleaded, caught in the throes of endless orgasm. I kissed him again. I worked my feathery cunt muscles. I unwound one arm from his neck, reached down, and rubbed the wiry cock hair mashed to my round belly.
We fucked slowly for awhile. Then, gripping the halves of my ass as if he were palming two basketballs, Mr. George duck-walked us back to the divan. His dick had begun to lose some of its fullness, and, as he sat, me in his lap, still wrapped like a monkey around him, the long snake slipped from my wet twat and layover my thigh.
"Oh, no! It… it's going limp!" I wrapped my small hand around it, and jerked. I guided the tip to my pussy, rubbed it around in the hair, in my slit, on my soldier. I hefted and kneaded his cubes-all to no avail. His magnificent dick became a forlorn, rubbery blackjack, and lay, him. grinning, still squeezing my backside, draped over my thigh.
"Boy! Lookit the dumb thing!" I pouted cutely.
"Give it a minute. It'll grow." Mr. George unwound my legs from his waist, set my ass on the cold leather, and lay back His body glistened with sweat. Salty rivulets streamed through his chest hair to his belly, his cock He propped his head on one hand, watched me toy with his meat.
"Want something?"
"Wish I had a cigarette. Nothing like something to draw on after a fuck"
I giggled. I stretched his limp cock "You can draw on me," I cooed, cupping and offering one breast. "A filter tip. Want some?"
"You always this hot?"
"You always this short winded?" I countered.
He grunted, reached for my tit, and rolled the hard little pink peak between thumb and forefinger. "C'mon up here, little girl. Lemme suck on that grape for a while. My dick's temperamental. Give it some inspiration and it'll stand up and bark for you."
I fell with my tit in his face. While he sucked, I jerked. We petted. We kissed He fingered my asshole. I fingered his. His cock grew… but not fast enough to suit me. "Darn!" I blurted after several minutes of fucking around. "Can't you make it come up any faster than that?"
"That's what little girls're for."
I glanced down his body. Now his dick was half hard, trying to stand but bent in the middle like a fire hose with low water pressure. My lips felt dry. My throat filled with saliva. I had a sudden, tongue-tingling urge, almost a mania, to suck the pink Spalding head into my mouth.
Mr. George must have recognized the hotsy look in my eye. He grunted. Taking his joint from my hand, he shook it, and said, "Okay. Go down and suck if you want to But don't fucking bite! The last blowjob I had… the little cocksucker across the street-"
"D-Debbie Simon?" I squeaked.
"That's the one. The one with the button tits, sweet ass… maybe three hairs on her pussy. Sharp teeth. Sucked me off twice. Goddam near severed my prick the last time."
Wow! I thought. Fucking Debbie Simon sure got around! I was beginning to wonder about her. First she'd screwed Daddy without telling me, and now.
"She came over one day about a year ago," said Mr. George. "Blue jeans stuck up her ass… halter. Didn't think much of it at first. Too young! I thought. A cute nosy kid… nothing to do… maybe flirting a little or just trying to be neighborly. What a joke that was! Dickheads is what she had inside that cure head! But I never suspected, never thought. I said hello and let her hand me the tools while I changed the plugs in the car. I hardly saw her… never even looked at her that way 'til I came out from under the hood and there she was-tiny feet off the ground, bent over the fender, tight crack and cheeks tooted up and grinning at me." He closed his eyes, pushed my head down his hard sweaty body.
Wrapping both small hands around the hairy base of his cock, I hastily mouthed the half hard head. He jumped. I let my lips slip off… tonguing the tiny aperture. The entire thing was coated with cum and juice from my love hole. I washed it in sections, beginning at the tip, working down one veiny side, across the roots, and up the other side, to the head. Close up, even half hard, it was more ferocious than Daddy's cock with a stiff hard-on.
"I kept telling myself she's too young, too small," Mr. George went on. "But she just lay there on the damn fender… tiny legs parted… flexing that ass up at me. "What's this for?' she asked, pointing to the damn carburetor. I came up behind her, leaned with her under the hood, and actually tried to explain while she giggled and shifted her butt right up to my cock. "What's this for? What's that?' she kept asking-me getting stiff. Dickhead! By the time she'd asked about everything under the hood, her legs were wide apart… wide fucking open! Hot fucking crotch and sweet crack pressing hard on my dick! Fucking smiling! By then we both knew what the cute little cocksucker was after!" Wrapping one huge hand around the head of his cock, he began to whack himself off-each downward stroke stopping short of my hands.
"Did you fuck her?" I breathed wetly on his nuts. "That… that's good what you're doing. Kkeep it up. My cock's getting hard again."
I tried to draw his hairy balls into my mouth. They were too big. Mouth wide, I held my wet lips against them and batted my tongue on the sensitive, pink and wrinkled and sweaty underside.
"Dickheads!"Mr. George raised his knees and planted his feet wide apart on the divan. "Sweet cocksucking little girl!" he blurted, whacking off still. "That's great! Top shelf! Keep it up! Wash my stinking fucking asshole out, too!"
"But did you fuck Debbie?" I persisted, darting my little pink tongue at his anus and moving my hands along with his up and down, up and down, up and down the length of his cock. Now there remained only a hint of slack in the loose outer skin and the shaft was beginning to throb, and I knew-could see it, feel it-the incredible thing would soon be standing full tilt, and ready to stroke itself to another hot blast.
"Fuck 'er! Fuck 'er! Fuck 'er! That's what I wanted to do!" groaned Mr. George. "That little ass… hairless pussy. I never screwed a hairless pussy before. But when I got her to the garage… got my hand in her jeans and one finger high in her twat… dickheads! She begged me. She pleaded. 'Let me suck it,' she said. 'I'll do a good job. You won't be sorry.' I said okay so she'd let me undress 'er. I kissed that pink hairless pussy… tight little white ass. She took out my prick. She jerked it awhile, then let it ride-the shaft parting 'er pussy-between those slim thighs. She even let me put the tip in 'er cunt. But when I grabbed that plump ass, baby ass, she fucking stopped me. "You promised," she hollered. "You promised! You promised!' So I let 'er go down on me… on 'er knees… in the filthy garage. She gobbled it right down… my dick… all of it… the whole fucking thing stuck in 'er babydoll face. Mother!" He withdrew the hand on his cock, gripped my hair. "All the mother fucking way in 'er head!" he yelled, steering my mouth to the glans and humping the lengthy monster into my face.
Holding his nuts in the hot palm of my hand, I drew the tip deep… to the dangling bell of my tonsils. Momentarily my throat muscles contracted. I gagged. I felt as if I were going to puke. But I held tight to his cubes, closed my eyes, and moved my head to and fro-stretching my mouth, getting used to it.
"That's a good little girl," sighed Mr. George. "Yeah. Oh, yeah. Dickheads, that's a sweet little blowjob."
Now the shaft was good and wet with my saliva. It slid smoothly in and out. I withdrew to the glans and paused to sample the flavor. Every cock, it seemed, had its own distinct taste. I shot my face down the pole, sniffed. The smell was the same; sweat, asshole, and talc. I rubbed my nose in his cock hair and worked my reluctant throat muscles on the fat pulsing glans.
"Oh, yeah. She was a good little blowjob at fist", said Mr. George, again speaking of Debbie. Like you. Like… oh, yeah. Yeah! She sucked It all the way in. She drew on the head. Mother! Mother, that's good now Suck it. Suck!"
I sucked. I scrambled between his spread legs and lay flat on my belly and pulled the magnificent thing into the mouth of my gullet. With my stink-finger, I shafted his asshole while he shafted my face. I kneaded his balls. I beat my small tongue on the ridged underside of his cock. And I made loud sucking noises as he gripped my head in both hands, lifted his hips, and fucked my mouth as if it were a tight pussy.
Between groans and panting, Mr. George continued to talk about Debbie. How she'd sucked him off swell the first time, then, when she came back for.more, how she'd bitten the head of his dick while he was coming. She'd left teeth marks, he said. "Crazy little cocksucker clamped down and wouldn't let go. Put me out… ahhh! Put me out of commission a week Couldn't fuck… couldn't… dickheads! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh! I… I… I'm commiiiiiiiing again."
Boy! I thought as the sap shot off in my mouth. Was he ever coming! Wow!
"Suck, little girl. Mother fucking dickheads m heaven… suck the last drop!"
Geysers of creamy semen blasted off in my face. I gulped It down… pulling for more. It was the most marvelous cum… a bit more salty than Daddy's, a bit less so than Tom's and by far more delicious, more creamy, more appealing than Popsy's. I sucked and sucked. I squeezed the roots, his cubes. I gurgled and blew on the head from deep in my throat.
Mr. George" became so excited, so fucking hot, thrashed about so wildly on the black leather divan that his rod popped from my face and the last of his orgasm spurted off my chin.
"Darn!" I squawked. Recapturing the elusive poker, I again stuck the tip in my mouth and drew deeply on the aperture. Another drop seeped out. I rolled it around on my tongue. The cum on my chin, like thick egg white, hung there for a moment, then dripped down and onto his nuts lying on the black leather I hastily retrieved it with a finger, abandoned his cock, and licked the last of his love proclamation up with my tongue.
"That… that wasn't half bad," conceded Mr. George.
"Well, thanks!" I yanked on his joint.
"Fresh little cocksucker, ain't you? Come up here."
I allowed him to pull me up his hard, hairy body. Taking firm hold of the halves of my ass, he kissed my wet lips. This time his dick hadn't gone down. It stood between my spread thighs, swaying some, gently butting my twat.
We kissed and sucked each other's tongue. We petted-enjoying the aftermath of orgasm. I closed my legs tight on his meat, rolling the fiery shaft between the flesh of my soft inner thighs. I was still hot… unsatisfied and ready to go again. There was another hole to be tested… a tight velvet brown one. And I was determined to have Mr. George ream it out with the formidable thing that had warmed my round little belly first from below, then above.
Tearing my lips away, I whispered, "Fuck my ass."
Mr. George groaned. His long dick grew extra rigid between my closed thighs. "You're some fucking little girl," he said, spreading the cheeks of my ass with rough fingers. "First the best fuck in years, then a blowjob… how'd you know I like asshole?"
"Do you?" I pulled my knees up to his waist.
"Better believe it!"
"Fuck it out then," I told him.
"Christ!"
"Fuck it! Put your hard cock up there." Reaching back, I placed the fat glans to the target.
"Ahhh!" Mr. George's hips bucked.
"Hurry! Hurt me like you did before when we fucked. Do it hard as you can."
"Hard?"
"Yes! Fuck it into me!"
Taking firm hold of my hips, Mr. George lunged
"OW! H-harder!"
Again he lunged… driving the head up to the collar into my rectum. There he paused for a moment, drinking deep draughts of breath. Shimmying his hips, he moved back until he was half sitting at the upright curve at the head of the long divan. "Hold tight, little girl," he breathed hoarsely, and shafted the monster halfway up my down turned ass.
I cried out. Again, as when he fucked me against the den wall, I was certain I was being torn apart down there I wiggled. I strained. But the steely thing would go no farther, it seemed
"Dickheads! Your cunt was a tunnel compared to this hot little slit. It… it won't go!"
I sobbed and tried to draw the torpedo-shaped head from within. Another fraction plowed home. I felt it throbbing, growing even larger inside me. Frantically I worked my sphincter muscles. I slid up and tried with all my might to grind my snug asshole down the length of his shaft. "Do something," I wailed.
"Wait a minute." With my asshole halfway impaled, Mr. George threw his long legs over the side of the divan. Holding me in his lap, he turned and set me down on my back on the cool leather. "Keep your knees up," he told me. "Far as you can… and open as if you were sitting down taking a shit."
Unable to think of anything except getting his hot cock up my shitter, I did like he said. It began to grind in… roughly… tearing my tender insides, it seemed. I lay helpless, unable to move in the awkward, bent-double position, a gasp stuck in my tortured lungs.
"That's it, sweetheart. It… it's going."
"Ow! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
"Just… another… few inches. Almost… got the whole… thing in. Open up, hot little girl. Make… that sweet asshole work. Pull! Pull it in while I hump."
Despite the awkward position, the.pain in my back from being bent like a pretzel, I wiggled and drew the last rigid inches of awesome man meat high inside my rectum. "Oh, yes," I moaned softly, ecstatic, feeling only the tightness, the loveliness now. I let my knees drop and planted my feet wide apart on either side of his thighs. "Now it's wonderful. Now fuck me real slow… 'til you're ready to come… then do me hard like before."
Mr. George pulled back and gently drove the full length of his dick up my ass. Again. And again. Resting his weight on my belly, he reached down between our sweaty, tense bodies and cupped my bush. His fingers found the wet slit. He opened the lips. He probed.
"I love that," I told him.
"That's because you're some hot little piece, little girl. Hotter than hell, you are."
"Finger-fuck me. Play with my clit."
His fingers dove high in my love hole, making me gasp. Taking my soldier between thumb and forefinger, he jerked me off while slowly plowing my rectum. His mouth came down on my breasts… tonguing the peaks. He nibbled the nipples, sucked. His free hand cupped one cheek of my ass… squeezed the tender white flesh while his prick-now harder, fatter, it seemed, than Daddy's, Tom's, and Popsy's, Mr. Levine's and Vic's all rolled together-dipped in and out of my asshole with smooth, even strokes. His cock made a faint squishing noise each time he thrust. And my asshole, my hot little brown pocket, quivered and tightened, opened and closed and sucked-almost as if there was another Kitty-Kat-Kathie in there… the old one, the novice who'd sucked Daddy's joint at the lake-coaxing another orgasm, another delicious load of wiggly cum-worms, up from the sacs slapping my wriggling behind.
We fucked real slow… making it last a long time. I thought about Daddy-about all the things we'd done, wondering, for the very first time, if perhaps he was right in not wanting to perform the ultimate, the cock to pussy sexual act with me. Was it wrong for him to screw me… even though we both wanted it to happen? And Mummy! Was it okay for her to fuck Tom, and yet be indignant, outraged, because me and Daddy were doing the same thing?
No! Not even the same thing! I thought angrily. Even now, when it was out in the open, when Mummy knew and had run off for the second time, Daddy simply refused to stick his cock in my pussy. I couldn't understand the older generation. Like I couldn't understand Daddy sitting forlorn and alone on the sofa at home, while Mr. George did me, fucked every hole in my body, on the black leather divan, while Mummy and Tom were off somewhere, probably fucking, while Debbie, I had no doubt, was sucking off Popsy, and right there, in the noisy backyard, half the men in the neighborhood were sucking around after someone else's wife's ass.
Everybody was doin' it! Doin' it! Doin' it! I thought. And poor Daddy… all alone with his guilt and his hard-on… when at that very moment he might have been fucking me.
"Jesus dick heads! That's a little girl asshole to beat all fuckin' assholes!" Mr. George began driving his cock in rapid half strokes up my rectum. His eyes were sexually glazed. He sort of winced each time the roots and his nuts smacked my buttocks.
Again I forgot about Daddy. I slid farther down on the divan and wrapped my firm little legs around the back of his thighs. "Now do it hard," I said, lifting my hips. "Long strokes. All the way out and in. Don't hold back. Do whatever you want to me."
Mr. George complied. He began fucking my rectum the way he'd fucked out my twat. His hot cock bored all the way into me. He gripped the halves of my ass in the same steel claws that had gripped and held and frightened me when he first drove the formidable thing into my pussy.
"More!" I demanded.
"Little girl…"
"Call me… oh! OHHH!" I was coming. I wrapped my small arms around his broad shoulders and wiggled my tight little shitter for all I was worth. "Call me Katty" I told him. "That's what Da… owwwwww! That's what I like to be called when someone's coming in me."