We didn't make any formal announcement. We didn't have to, I suppose; the news must have radiated from my face. And where I'd gaze at Eric with a sort of dumb adoration before while he'd treated me with cool indifference, there was a warm closeness between us now. I'd look up from my plate and see he was watching me, and a quick spark of affection and understanding would pass between us.
Everyone noticed. Mark talked to me about it in our apartment that first night. He was a little awed, because we'd both come to look on Eric as belonging to a world apart from ours. He was typically brotherly, too, though. He had to be satisfied Eric was going to treat me right.
"When's he going to marry you?" he asked bluntly. "Where you gonna live?"
I didn't know the answer to either question. We'd put off setting a date. Somehow it had seemed too big a step; we'd needed a little time for our new closeness to soak in. And we hadn't talked about where – just about a little white clapboard with a picket fence and a brick walk.
But that wasn't really what Mark was thinking about. He was wondering where he'd be. He was wondering what place there would be for a fifteen-year-old kid brother when his sister was a new bride.
"Mark, sweetie…" I grabbed him and hugged him tightly. "Marky, I don't know. But Eric understands about us. Wherever we live, you're going to be there. And it's going to be a lot better than this!"
Duane Fowler didn't say anything about the new state of affairs at all. He stopped bugging me, though. I became as safe at work as if I'd been in church; it got almost boring. And all of a sudden the cash register and books seemed to be okay, so I didn't have to stay night after night trying to find the source of errors I hadn't been able to see in the first place. At Ma's, he was formal and proper. Honest, it was enough to make a body sick!
Will was his usual snotty self, but he let me to hell alone! I mean he didn't get one bit nicer, but he made it real clear he knew I was out of bounds for him. And he looked so subdued when Eric was anywhere around that first few days I knew Eric had put the fear of the devil in him!
Ma was interested, of course. She could see how close we'd gotten. And she came to me privately for particulars. She didn't let on she was being nosy… not the kind of nosiness that wants to know the date and the church and the color of the bridal dress and all that. She let on it was strictly businesslike. I mean, after all, she ran a respectable rooming and boarding house and had to have a license and all that meant the authorities wanted assurance there wasn't any hanky-panky going on. The thing with Eric looked on the up and up, she let me know, but it was so sudden. So she was assuming it was the kind of romance that was going to wind up with wedding bands and a ceremony and not one of those backstairs things that got landladies in trouble.
So I reassured her, although I pretended I wasn't about to give away little secrets about what day everything was going to come about.
And Nancy noticed. God, yes, she noticed! She acted offended, first off. You'd have thought Eric was her private claim. And she did everything she could to get his interest. She wore her things as daringly as she could, always risking Ma's hard stare and caustic order to go make herself decent. And she managed always to be bumping into him in out-of-the-way corners. More than once, she managed to get into the downstairs hall in her underwear just as he went through on his way upstairs or outside.
It got so bad I ached for him. It had to be embarrassing to have that thirteen-year-old kid poking her immature little butt at him all the time, no matter how cute she was… and no matter how cute her butt was, for that matter. It got so I intercepted her a few times just to save Eric the embarrassment and fuss.
Well… maybe I had a bit more in mind than saving him embarrassment.
Anyhow, irritated and watchful as I'd become, I still almost missed it when it counted. In fact, I did miss it until it was too late to do anything.
I was on my way back to my room. I'd been in Eric's apartment straightening up for him and giving it a little of the feminine touch. And he'd been lounging in his armchair with his feet out on the ottoman making exaggeratedly contented sounds.
"Goddamn, Lee, I'm really going to go for this! Why the hell don't we take a quick run down into Arkansas and get a J.P. to do the honors so I can really get used to the service!"
I'd laughed and made some wisecrack about what was he waiting for. And then I'd hurried out, because he'd suggested exactly what I wanted; and here we were, not even having gotten our license yet or started waiting!
So I wasn't paying close attention when I passed the head of the stairs. Nancy was coming up them and shrank back against the banister when I passed the top. I kept right on going without even looking at her face and it wasn't until I had my hand on my own doorknob I realized what I'd seen out of the corner of my eye.
The child had been wearing spike-heels, for one thing. Her hair had been piled up on her head for another – masses of black ringlets until she could hardly have reached the top with her hand! She had on hose and an indecent miniskirt – I mean, it was so damn short you could see bare thigh above her stocking when she raised a foot on the stairway – and a sleazy blouse with the top two or three buttons unfastened and the neck pulled off one shoulder. It was pulled so far down you could see the white swell of one little boobie! And no Goddamn bra!
Well! I like to twisted that doorknob off! And I turned around to holler at her. But she'd flitted her hot little ass right down the hall where I'd come from and was at Eric's door. And I don't know what the hell she said, but his big, blunt hand came out and closed on her arm and he yanked her inside so fast both her feet were off the floor!
I didn't know what to do! I was so furious at the way the kid was got up that I couldn't even think straight. I kept asking myself what could make her go to Eric's room in that kind of outfit. Obviously, an invitation! And why had he yanked her inside like that? Clearly because she'd gotten there at the wrong time. And what was going on in there?
Well, I don't have to be clairvoyant to figure that out!
I knew if I went to the end of our sun porch nearest Eric's apartment there was a tiny service hallway leading in to where a bunch of flues came together. And I knew there was a place where the flue from Eric's heater went through the wall and the cover guard didn't fit. Well, all right, I'd peeked through it sometimes when he'd first come there, just to watch how beautiful he was when he was reading his paper or something.
So I scrambled into that service tunnel and found the right chink and got my eye up to it. I'd already missed the preliminary sparring. They'd got down to brass tacks by the time I had them in view. And I found myself looking at an entirely different Eric from the man I meant to marry!
He wasn't lounging in his armchair, of course. Not right then. He was standing in the middle of his living room, his feet wide-planted and his hands on his hips, glowering down at Nancy as if he were a Greek God and she was just a lowly mortal. He was giving her the eye, all right; he wasn't missing anything about the way she was dressed. And naturally, he was seeing it from a man's point of view, missing the sleaziness and seeing it as sexy.
He was looking at the way those young, budding, saucy little tits of hers held the blouse out and the way the tiny, flat nipples showed through as shadows. He was looking at the way the too-tight skirt wrinkled across the front and bulged over her new-found love mound and hugged her hips and clearly announced she wasn't wearing panties or a garter belt. And he was… Well, he had a hard-on that wouldn't quit!
But he gave her a disgusted look and said, "Okay, you want to distribute God's blessings; what the hell have you got I'd give a damn about?"
She simpered and made her hips wiggle. "In the old days the kings had girls the same age as me, Eric. They didn't want to waste time on old bags twenty or twenty-one."
He just shrugged. "In the old days, maybe the broads knew enough to make them worth a king's time. Maybe they got some education about what men wanted by the time they got your age."
"What… What do you mean?" She sounded as unsure of herself as she had sounded cocky a moment before.
"I mean you come in here flaunting a couple of tits the size of olives and a half-developed ass and expect me to start panting! What the hell! What do you know about what a woman puts out to make a man feel good?"
"I…" Her voice hardly carried as far as the wall. "I want to learn," she whispered. "I could make you happy; I know I could!"
He looked as cruel and overbearing as he sounded. "Horseshit! You don't give a damn! First thing you have to do you'll start crying and screaming and go running off to mamma!"
"No! No, I won't! I promise! Try me!"
His eyes narrowed and his lip curled at the corner. And he grinned at her – an evil, lecherous, triumphant grin. "Well… Well, why not? Maybe the right way is to start 'em young!"
"Oh, yes, Eric! Of course it is!" She was ready to climb all over him. She jerked her blouse open and stuck a tit toward him. "Just feel!"
He roared at her. "Whaaat! What's there to feel! That's not going to do anything for me, you dumb cunt! You're the one who's going to do the work, not me! You're learning; remember?"
"Yes," she replied in a low, quavering tone.
"Yes what? goddamn it, where's your manners?"
"Y-y-yes, sir!" She was so scared she was stuttering. She'd eat his shit right now, I thought. Christ! Maybe he's going to make her do that! Maybe that's the kind of monster he is under that beautiful, gentle front he's put on all this time!
He growled at her. "All right, slut! That's more like it! Now, get your Goddamn clothes off!"
"But… I…"
"Off…! Off…! Off! You dumb shit, don't make me repeat myself! I don't want to have to look at that cheap crap! You understand?"
"Yes… Yes…! All right…!" Tears streamed from her eyes and she sobbed. "Only don't yell at me, please…"
"And stop your goddamn sniveling! Think a King would put up with a fucking bawl-baby?"
She sniffed and choked back the sobs, tearing her clothing off with nervous, fumbling fingers and rolling it up in a tight little bundle and hiding it behind a pillow on his couch. She straightened and let him stare at her. For a thirteen-year-old, she was about three years ahead of herself in development. I mean, a sixteen-year-old would have been better filled out, of course, but she wouldn't have had much better lines.
Nancy's boobs were just about perfect cones. They angled up from her ribs as steeply at the underside as they did down at the upper. They promised to fill out to juicy plumpness real soon, too; the flesh already looked as if it were ringed by bands that were too tight, with the tissues bulging between them. Right out at the tips, they weren't cones, though. They were rounded and fat-looking, faintly pink and shiny-textured. And in the middle of the pink, round, soft, darker-pink little mounds looked as if they'd been stuck on like raisins stuck into dough.
She did have a waist. I mean, most thirteen-year-old girls go straight up and down between ribs and hips, but her waist did pinch in a little and her bottom did look just a little bit plump and squeezable. She had perky, black little ringlets on her mound and her pussy-lips had begun – just begun – to fill. And she had damn nice, shapely legs.
Eric didn't say a word. His haughty scowl didn't even flicker. He kept looking her up and down and very deliberately started pulling off his clothes. I could see terror creeping into Nancy's eyes as she took in the bulk of his shoulders and the massiveness of his chest. And when he pulled off his trousers and shorts she looked like she was choking to death while she measured that brutal cock of his with her gaze.
"Oh, my!" she whispered faintly. "O, my goodness!"
"Now, tramp! You good for anything?"
"What?" she asked as if she hadn't understood.
"I said are you good for anything?"
"Yes… What do you want me to do… sir?" He flung himself into his armchair, legs sprawled and widespread, cock standing like a mast in the midst of the gleaming, golden forest of pubic hair.
"Lick it off!On your knees and lick it off!"
"Oh, please…" She whimpered.
But with one glance at his stony expression she sank to her knees and crawled slowly between his legs. Sinking until her ass rested on her heels, she reached hesitantly for the awesome shaft. She touched it with her fingertip and stared with wide eyes at the moist, swollen underside.
"You got a tongue in your goddamn hand, stupid?" He roared again.
"N-n-no, sir."
"Well, then?"
"Y-y-yes, sir." She bent from the hips, put her hands in her lap, and extended her tongue timidly. The quivering pink tip touched the great shaft and her head recoiled.
"Oh, shit! Rest your stupid elbows outside my legs, dummy! Give yourself some support and get in there and do the Goddamn job right!"
"Oh, please, Eric! D-d-don't be mean to me! I'm trying!"
"Well, try harder!"
"Y-y-yes, sir."
Resting her elbows outside his thighs forced her to lean further in and brought the outside bulges of her boobies into contact with the hot flesh of his inner thighs. She shivered and gasped, a thrill of excitement clearly racing over her at the touch. With a half-concealed shudder, she dragged the reluctant tongue up the length of the huge shaft.
Eric patted her on the head. "Now that's the way, girl. Just lick real thorough-like. You'll find it's pleasant after you get the hang of it."
"Oh, dear!" she said weakly. "Yes, sir."
She licked at the bulging, heavy underside of the shaft again, again running her tongue from the base to the flare of the foreskin. Except for another paternal pat on the head, Eric made no gesture or comment. She drew her tongue only a short distance the next time and when there was no reproof, she limited herself to short, nervous lapping. But it was obvious she was finding Eric's prediction to be correct; it wasn't bad at all once she got the hang of it. And she wouldn't have been human if she hadn't thrilled to the enormous, stiff instrument before her. She eased her hand along his hairy, muscular thigh and touched the great shaft of his cock with her fingertips. His lack of comment made her bolder; she closed her fingers around the huge handle and raised the rigid thing to a vertical position. Without realizing it, I'm sure, she extended the range of her tonguing until she was wetting the entire surface.
He made her lick every bit of his shaft and then strip back his foreskin and lick the inside of it. That gave her some trouble; she didn't really know what he was trying to get her to do. And he didn't show any patience at all.
"Come on, stupid! Just put your hand around the Goddamn head, that's all! Okay! That wasn't so hard, was it…! Now! Squeeze a little bit and pull down! The Goddamn skin moves…!Yeah! That's what I'm trying to tell you! God, dummy, doesn't it ever hurt being so stupid?"
"Please, Eric…!" She sounded scared but indignant. "I'm not stupid!"
"The Hell you're not! You're here, aren't you? That's enough to show how stupid you are!" He grabbed the hair at the sides of her head with both hands and forced her to look into his face. "Now see if you can do this right. Lick all that skin you just turned inside out. And lick my cockhead. Do it gentle!"
"Y-y-yes, sir." She was meek again. Maybe she was ready to agree she was stupid to be there.
She laved the red, puffy inner flesh of his foreskin with her tongue, scouring it until it gleamed with her saliva, then began applying her tongue tip to the bulging, velvety surfaces of that magnificent meaty bulb of his.
He smiled with contentment. The sonofabitch was really enjoying it! And he made encouraging little remarks, like she'd learn real good if she kept at it and she wasn't all that bad for a beginner and stuff like that. And I could tell she was getting excited, herself. Who wouldn't?
Pretty soon he stirred a little. "Okay, baby. Now you've got it all warmed up; suck it awhile."
"Oh, my! Oh, no, Eric! I couldn't do that!"
"Whaddya mean you couldn't do that?"
She didn't say anything.
So he repeated himself. "Whaddya mean, Goddamn it!"
"I… I just couldn't!" She wailed.
"Horseshit! Don't tell me what you could or couldn't do! I know what you can do! Now suck the sonofabitch! Suck it, suck it, suck it!!!"
"Oh, dear! Oh, Eric, no!" But even while she was begging, she was steeling herself to do as she was told.
She squeezed her eyes tight shut and put her lips on the very tip of his cockhead. She worked them out onto the dome a little bit and began to suck gingerly. And as her lips worked the spongy, soft-textured flesh, she seemed to lose her horror of it. She took more of it between her lips and sucked harder until she had almost half his cockhead in her mouth.
"All right! See, you don't know what the hell you can do when somebody's telling you!" Eric rubbed it in and she turned a fiery red. But she didn't stop sucking.
He muttered at her once in awhile, but I knew he was having trouble controlling his voice. His fists were clenched until the knuckles were white and his belly was wiggling some. That young, troubled face with the screwed up expression and the small, bright-red mouth bent so busily over his cock was probably giving his balls a real tweaking in their crowded sac.
"Okay, honey! The whole head now. Easy does it… and keep those Goddamn teeth to themselves if you want to keep them!"
She winced and stretched her jaw. It looked to me like she was going to dislocate it before she finally got her lips closed behind those wide-flaring shoulders at the back of his cockhead. She looked frightened and amazed and smugly triumphant, all at the same time. She might have been scared he was going to come in her mouth and choke her. Or maybe she had to stretch her jaw so wide to get that majestic knob past her teeth she was afraid she'd never get it out. I don't know what she was scared of. But it was obvious she was proud of herself for getting the whole thing in. And the way she swallowed with the corners of her mouth smiling around that monstrous pole, she liked the taste of the fresh man-juice that was trickling from his slit.
She started sucking again. Her jaw moved, too, at the back and underneath, so I knew she was doing things with her tongue.
And Eric said what I was thinking. "Get over thinking you're so damn special, you'll be pretty good by the time you grow up, kid." And he patted her head again.
God, how that must have infuriated her! I could see her get tense every time he did it. And I'll bet she was really having to fight herself to keep from pasting him one! But she wasn't quite that stupid; she just took it however he dished it out.
"Okay, baby. Now you know what you're supposed to be doing. Now, listen carefully. You keep that cockhead right in your mouth and keep sucking. And get up on your feet while you're doing it. Nod if you got that."
She nodded, looking miserable. It was bad enough when she was nestled down between those sturdy, powerful legs of his; it was going to be sheer torture if she had to stand up and do this while she had that tender, innocent young fanny sticking in the air. But she struggled awkwardly to her feet, bending at the hips and clutching his thighs, leaning on them for balance. I had the grotesque notion she was getting ready to do a headstand on the top of that great, sturdy cock, the head still encased in her mouth.
Eric growled. "Fine, so far. Now, Goddamn you, dummy, hang on! Don't let that dick out of your mouth… and don't bite it or I'll make you swallow it!"
She nodded again, trembling with apprehension. Eric seized her waist and lifted. He upended her and swung her legs around, rotating her so her boobs hung over his belly and her belly faced him.
I shivered; I knew what was going to happen to her and could only wish silently I were out there instead of Nancy.
He pulled her toward him. Butting her knees apart with his head he let her thighs settle on his shoulders astride his neck and stared down at that gleaming, pink young pussy. Nancy was sucking desperately and whimpering in her throat. She twisted in vain when Eric cupped his bear-like paws over her ass-cheeks and began manipulating them. And she stiffened with a jerk when he put his lips into the midst of the quivering, tender flesh of her cunt. Her legs straightened and her toes were pointing. Her boobies swished back and forth across his belly and she grabbed his cock to steady herself. But he laid his forearm across the small of her back and pinned her to him while he began lipping the sensitized inner faces of her pussy-lips.
"Mmp…! Mmmmmpp…! Mmmmm…!" Her throat swelled with the force of the choked moans. And her tone was one of startled, undeniable pleasure.
Eric tongued the virgin slopes thoroughly and expertly. The tip of his tongue traced complex patterns over the reddening, swelling tissues and dipped inward as her pussy-lips unfolded. He rimmed her tight, winking little cunt-mouth with it and bored the tip through her taut ring. With his free hand he pulled her ass closer under his face and began teasing the puckered, twitching, pale little asshole. She jerked wildly. Her feet flailed the air and her thighs ground against the sides of his head. But she was firmly positioned and his tongue had no interference.
Excitement and delight inevitably overcame her fear and embarrassment. Her wriggling changed subtly from that of outraged resistance to wrigglings of desire. And the deeper her pleasure became the harder and more greedily she sucked that lovely, thick cock of his. Her head bobbed vigorously and the ringlets that had been piled so high when she'd passed me in the hall were loose from their pins and hiding her face from me. But I could see the way her hands had both clamped on his cockshaft and were jumping up and down on it.
Eric pulled his feet close to the chair and pushed himself onto them. He held her by the waist again and swung her body out away from his. "Let go," he directed her. "You can quit sucking now."
I didn't see any sign she meant to.
"You dumb little shit! Leggo!!"
She drew her head back. There was a wet "plopping" sound and his cock leaped against his belly.
"Oooh, I didn't want to!" she whispered in a strained tone.
"What the fuck difference does that make to me!" He roared.
He swung her upright again, but he didn't put her down; instead, he carried her to the back of his chair and set her on her feet with the fronts of her thighs pressed against the upholstery. Grabbing her shoulders, he thrust her forward over the thick chair back.
"Get your feet apart…! Wider, stupid…! Wider!!!"
She had them spread so far only her toes touched the floor. Her pussy gaped, but that tiny cunt-mouth was still tightly closed. Eric jabbed his index finger into her cunt without warning, and her head came up and she cried out fiercely.
"Eee…! Oooaaahhh…! That's what I want!"
He twisted the blunt, brutal finger around in her. "Fuck you, kid! Let somebody else pop that cherry!"
His finger came out gooey, strands of her sweet, thick, gummy pussy-juice clinging to it. Quickly, he smeared the juice on her asshole. Her ass-cheeks tightened convulsively.
"Eric! Good God, that's terrible! Dooooon't!"
As easily as he'd thrust it into her cunt, he drove his finger into her ass. His knees wedged between her widespread thighs, keeping them at a wide angle and preventing her effort to clamp them together. His finger twisted back and forth, reaming the reddening, stretching sphincter while she cried out piteously. Again, sensations that were at first painfully uncomfortable became more tolerable and then pleasant. Her cries lost their note of agony and protest and took on one of reluctant enjoyment. Instead of her body contorting itself in an effort to escape the indignity and torture it suffered, it writhed happily and twisted in an effort to heighten the intensity of feeling.
Eric continued to ream the awakening little asshole, dipping another finger into the well of her cunt-juice and scrubbing the thick, slippery lubricant around the tight-stretched anal rim while the buried digit stroked and twisted. In a moment of relaxation of her sphincter his second finger slipped in beside the first.
"Eeeyaaagghhh…! Oh, Eric, more…! Moooorrre!"
He stretched and loosened the eager little bunghole while she squirmed wildly, her boobies wiping the upholstery until their tips turned a fiery red. And when he had three fingers buried in her and she was still crying for more, he spat into his other palm and coated his purpling, swollen cockhead with his saliva.
Pulling his fingers out of her rectum – ignoring her frantic protest at the removal – he seized the shaft of his cock and aimed it at her ass. The huge, domed cockhead pressed on the rim of her anus, her ass-cheeks bulging sideward as it wedged them out of the way.
"Oh, dear…! Omigod, what's that?"
Eric merely grunted. He leaned against the stiff, massive cock while the sloping angle of the head forced her asshole slowly open before it. Loosened and conditioned to the pleasure of accepting penetration, the abused, weakened muscle stretched to engulf his brutal cockhead. The great, ridged shoulder vanished within that pink-and-white bottom and the thick, dark-veined shaft plunged after it.
Nancy's knuckles whitened from the force of her grip on the arms of the chair. Her elbows straightened and stiffened and she pushed her upper torso upward so it extended almost horizontally from her hips, as if the deep-plunging cock were straightening her out. Her head came up, the cords in her neck standing out tautly and her teeth clenched and her lips drawn back from them in a horrible grimace of incredulous delight. Her eyes bulged and her shoulders trembled, while her feet left the floor to hook behind Eric's knees.
"Aaagghhhhh…! Wwwaaagghhhhh…! Eeeeeee!"
"All the way, baby! Up that little ass of yours! Give you an idea what fucking's going to feel like someday."
"Ooowww…! Uuunnngg…! Fuck, Errric…! Hard… hard…!"
His hips blasted at her, smashing her unprotected ass in a vicious rain of blows while her body recoiled, leaping wildly over the unmoving chair. Her hair flew in a glossy black cloud as she flung her head up and back, then swung it from side to side in a frenzy of savage tosses. Eric's hand dipped beneath his cock and his fingers settled on her clitoris, rubbing it while he fucked.
"No-no-no…!Eee-eee-eee…! Eeeyyyaaaiiigghhhhh!"
Her body went rigid, motionless except for the violent tremor that shook her.
"Yaaayaaayaaa…! Ooommm… Ooooom…! Aaahhhhh!"
Eric stiffened and arched, his entire body focused on the hideous entry and his ass-cheeks jerking fiercely. I could almost see the burst of cum that puffed the helpless, rapturous girl's belly.
"H o t t t…! F u l l l…! Push-push-push!"
They hung on the back of the chair, both quivering in the savage grip of orgasms.
Nancy's screaming became deep and guttural. "Aaagghhh…! Uuunnngggggg…! Uuunnnhhhhh!!!" And abruptly her muscles appeared to loosen and collapse. "Aaahhhhh…! Ahhhhh…! Mmmmmmmm!"
She hung limply on his dick, her legs loose and her hands lying motionless on the seat of the chair.
"Mmmmmm…! Eric, I like it…! Oooh, Eric!"
He gripped her soft, lifeless little ass-cheeks brutally and jerked his hips back with a wicked yank.
"EEeyyyaaagghhhhh!"
I cringed and trembled, expecting to see a bloody asshole still clinging like a ring of flesh to the enormous, softening cock and a great, gaping, mangled hole between the suddenly hard little buttocks. But she wasn't even torn. She simply squirmed with the agony of that fierce evacuation and cried bitterly.
"Y-y-you d-d-didn't have… to do it… like that!" She sobbed.
"Why the fuck not? What's so special about you? You make me sick."
"You're a brute! You're just an ugly, nasty, selfish brute!"
"Oh, shit!" His voice was filled with disgust. "Those cradle-robbing kings of yours… either their taste was all in their mouths or they weren't man enough to handle real women. That's all I can say. Jesus! How any real man could waste his time on a kid when there were grown women around to be fucked is more than I can see!"
I drew back from the peephole I'd watched through and crept to the sun porch. All the beautiful dreams I'd lived on since Eric had said he loved me were shattered. I'd never trust him again. And I'd never be able to forget the kind of monster he was under that God-like front he always put up. I had nothing to look forward to but the bleak, hateful existence I'd know ever since Mark and I had become orphans.