Frank hadn't been happy about the threat. In fact, he'd been unhappy about it in a pronounced way. But it stuck:
Either he helped them with their plan or the pictures would be turned over to the police by Nickie.
Frank knew he had no choice. He knew that if he didn't cooperate with them, he'd go to jail for statutory rape.
The twinges of regret Nickie felt over the deception quickly faded before her elation at his acceptance of the terms. The blackmail ring would be broken before long.
It was just after one o'clock-three hours after they'd given Frank the ultimatum-when Suzanne padded across the concrete pool apron to where Nickie lay soaking up the sun on a chaise lounge.
Suzanne let her eyes appreciate Nickie's slim, sensuous form, its chains only partially concealed beneath the outgrown swimsuit, before gently shaking her out of her light dozing nap.
"Oh, hi," Nickie said, sleepy eyes squinting against the bright sunlight. "What's up?"
"Daddy just called from his office. He told me not to make any plans this afternoon or tonight."
Nickie sat up suddenly awake. "And?"
"That means-" She paused and took a deep breath. "That means he's got a client coming over."
"Great! Is Frank going to be ready?"
"I already talked to him," Suzanne said. "He s going toil, all set"
"And so am I," Nickie declared. "What time will they be here?"
Suzanne glanced at her watch. "In about an hour."
"Wooops! We better get going." Nickie jumped to her feet and the two young lovelies hurried into the house to prepare for the second stage of their plan.
The door of the guest room opened and Nickie turned. It was Suzanne and"What are you dressed like that for?" Suzanne made a face. "This is the way some of the clients react best-to a little girl."
She wore the fluffy yellow dress, the strapped black shoes, the knee-high white socks, the yellow hair ribbon of a nine-year-old girl. With her fresh, un-madeup face, Suzanne looked about five years younger than she actually was.
"They just pulled up in the driveway," Suzanne said. "I have to go into my act now. What about you?"
Nickie smiled a strange smile and stood. She twirled before her darkhaired cousin, modeling her outfit.
She wore her sunsuit, the new one, that concealed precious little of her slinky, sinuous figure to the eyes. And it was obvious from the way her breasts and buttocks jiggled within the garment that she wore nothing beneath it.
Nickie was ready. And willing. And able.
"Okay," Suzanne said. "Here goes."
She left the room and went down the stairs to begin her part in the little scenario. As she had so many times before, she walked down the corridor leading to the den. But this time she stepped into the spy room with a different purpose.
Frank was scowling, rapidly doing something with the tripod-mounted camera. "Does Nickie know what she has to do?" Frank asked without looking up.
Suzanne stepped to a point halfway between the door and the camera. "Right here," she said, tapping the spot with her foot.
"Right," Frank said. There was a sound from the other side of the one-way mirror and then Frank said, "Here we go-that's your signal."
Suzanne stepped out of the mom and went to the next doorway. She opened the big door and stepped inside. Dad-dy," she cooed. "Dad-dy, can I-" Her hand flew to her mouth. "Ohh! I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't know you had company."
"Come in, come in, child," said the guest. He was a tall, lean man, totally bald, and with a hungry look about him. "Why, Ernie, you never told me you had any little girls."
Ernie came over and put his arm around Suzanne's shoulders in a fatherly way. "Why, yes, this is Suzanne." He looked down at her. "Suzanne, say hello to Mr. Burns."
"Hul-lo Mis-ter Burns," she said childishly.
"Hul-lo Su-zanne," he said, imitating her. "How old are you?"
She put her hands behind her back and swiveled back and forth. "Guess?" she teased.
Burns laughed lecherously, eyes devouring her, locking the swelling hints of breasts beneath the frilly dress. She looked like a growing young thirteen-year-old.
Ernie handed the man a drink, then went back to the cabinet to fix one for himself-and "accidentally" knocked a shot glass to the carpet
"I'll get it, Daddy!" Suzanne cried on cue, flouncing over. She bent at the waist, her dress hiking up to reveal tight pink panties over smooth young ass cheeks, the split of her mint lips displayed enticingly to the dirty old man.
She could almost feel Burns' eyes on her there. "Thank you, sweetheart," Ernie said. He "accidentally" caught sight of his watch. "Oh, cripes." He turned to face his guest "Bill," he said. "I'm sorry, but could you excuse me for about a half-hour? I'm supposed to pick up my oldest at her friend's house. Would you mind making yourself comfortable while I'm gone?"
Burns' eyes flickered over to Suzanne-and found her gaze almost challenging him. "No," he said quickly. "Don't worry about it. Your delightful little girl will keep me company and tell me all about her summer vacation and the interesting things she's been doing. Won't you?"
Suzanne nodded silently, feigning excitement. She was quite a little actress.
"Now you be a good girl, Suzanne," Ernie said. "And do whatever Mr. Burns tells you."
"Yes, Dad-dy," she said, eyes wide.
Ernie left and Burns immediately patted the big leather sofa, indicating the seat beside him. "Come over and sit down next to me," he said.
Cheerfully, the "little girl" bounced over and plopped onto the rich leather next to him.
"Now, you just tell your Uncle Bill what you've been doing this summer."
She put one finger between her lips and sucked on it as if thinking. Burns' gaze seemed riveted to the finger, to her round, moist lips around it.
"Well," she said suddenly. "I'm in a swimming club in town, and I learned how to do the butterfly stroke," she said.
"Are you a good swimmer?"
She nodded. "Uh-huh. I really like the club except… She made a face.
"Except what, sweetie-pie?"
Again she sucked that finger, this time letting it slip into her mouth up to the knuckle before pulling it back out, to the accompaniment of a wet, popping sound.
"I don't know," she said, shifting on the leather couch, the short dress working up over her thighs to expose just a hint of pink at her crotch.
"Now, now," he said, putting one arm around her shoulders and drawing her close. "You can tell your Uncle Bill."
She let herself be cuddled close and said, "Well, the boys keep trying to, you know, touch me."
He made his face puzzled. "What do you mean? Where do they touch you?"
She looked up at him, pouting. "They touch my little titties, all the time. They keep sneaking up and grabbing them or sometimes putting their hands inside my swimsuit and playing with them."
"They do that to a little girl like you?"
She got coy. "Well, I'm not really so liddle," she said childishly. "But Daddy makes me wear tight dresses that make me look liddle-especially around my tities."
She sat up, turning confidentially towards him. "I'll tell you a secret?"
"It's safe with me," Burns said, one hand working around her slender waist.
"In my swimsuit, my tithes look real big. Daddy makes me wear my old swimsuit, the one I used to wear before my titties got bigger." She giggled. "That makes them seem even bigger, now."
"Aw, you know they're just little. You haven't even started to grow up yet."
"I have too!"
"No, you haven't."
"Have, too! I'll show you!" She reached her hands behind her and unfastened the top snap of the dress, then pulled the zipper down to her waist and took her arms out.
Burns swallowed nervously.
She stood in front of him, holding the top of the dress close to her. "Look, Mr. Doubting Thomas!"
She let the top of the dress fall and her luscious young breasts jutted out, nipples hard, and bright from the tight confines of the dress.
Burns licked his lips, his eyes feasting on the delectable young mounds in front of him.
"And you say the boys grab them?'
She nodded emphatically, causing those snowy handfuls to bobble. "Sometimes they squeeze hard and it hurts," she complained.
"How hard do they squeeze, these boys?" he asked, reaching out one hand and letting it rest on one young tit. "Do they squeeze it like this?" He illustrated with a gentle pressure.
"Oh, no," she said, shaking her head and putting one hand over his. "Harder."
He tightened his fingers, but still was gentle.
"Like this?"
She squeezed his hand into her breast with her own. "Like that."
"Ooohh," he said. "I see."
She loosened her hand on his and said, "When they squeeze it like this, like you're squeezing it now," she paused and her face became more relaxed, "it feels sort of good."
"Do they ever do this?" he asked, moving his fingers in a gentle caress.
"Oh, nooo," she said dreamily. "But I wish they would. I like that."
His other hand came up to cup the swelling mound of her other breast, his fingers moving, never ceasing, occasionally finding and brushing the sensitive nipples.
He drew her towards him, slipping his hands down around the small of her back and taking one nipple into his mouth, suckling it, whipping it with his tongue. She moaned and he stopped, looking up into her sweet face with concern.
"Did I hurt you?"
"Oh, no," she said quickly. "It felt so gooood."
"Didn't anyone ever do that to you before?"
Eyes wide, she shook her head and pulled his mouth back to the offering of her breast. He continued manipulating the stiff bud for a few moments, then went to work on the other.
She gasped and wriggled under his oral ministrations. Burns slipped his hand lower on her, pushing her dress away from her hips.
"Oh! What are you fooling with my dress for?"
He looked up at her serenely. "Do you like what I'm doing with your little tities?"
She nodded. "I know something that you'll like even better!"
"Really?"
He nodded and put his mouth back along the swell of her tit, pushing the dress down around her ankles and then hooking his finger in her panties. He pulled them down, exposing her shaved cunt. Suzanne had known to strip away the hair there when her father had told her she had to look like a little girl of thirteen or fourteen for the man.
One hand moved between her legs, rubbing a thick finger along the lips of her cunt, rubbing, rubbing, palpitating her little clitoris.
Suzanne wriggled and gasped, genuinely caught up in the sensations-but not so much so that she forgot her role.
"Oh!" she gasped. "It just doesn't seem-Oh!-fair for me to have so much-Oh!-fun when you don't have any-Oh!"
Burns, bald pate glistening with perspiration, breathing heavily, flushed with excitement, tore his mouth away and smiled softly. "Well," he sad. "There is something that makes me feel good, too but you'd have to be an awfully grown-up little girl to do it, and you'd have to promise never to tell anyone about forever and ever."
Suzanne became agitated. "Oh, good! A secret! I'm really good at secrets!"
Burns leaned forward and sucked each breast for a second before taking her hand and putting it in his lap, on his throbbing erection.
She jerked her hand away. "Oooo! What's that? Does it hurt?"
He looked up at her and said seriously. "Not if you do as I tell you-then it will feel very very nice. Think you can do what a grownup would do?"
She nodded and put her hand back on his pulsing prick.
Quickly, she followed his directions, opening his zipper and reaching Inside to fish his thick, stubby dick out from the boxer shorts and through the zipper. She made her eyes wide.
"It's so hot and it's-it's shaking sort of. And it's so hard and big and red! What made your pee-pee so big and, hard and red?"
He smiled. "That means that you're a pretty girl and growing up, when you make a man's pee-pee get big and hard like this." His fingers moved between her cunt lips again and she let go a shuddering breath. "Now, do you want to make me feel that good too?"
"Oh, sure, anything!"
He began moving her hand over his dick "Just feel that, squeeze it and play with it a little bit."
Her fingers moved over the rampant erection, exploring and fondling, savoring the velvety softness of the swollen glans and veined shaft.
"Can I look at it?" she cooed.
"Yes," he rasped. "Yes, you can look it right in the eye. Go ahead," he said, pushing her down to her knees between his wide-spread legs, leaning back on the sofa.
Suzanne took the thick cock in one hand, holding it like a piece of pipe or a telescope, and put her face right up close to it so that her exhaled breath skimmed over it.
Burns drew a deep breath at the feeling of her fingers on him, then gasped. "Now do you want to do what the nice big girls do?"
"Oh yes," she said with quiet excitement in her voice, playing Burns' arousal like a violin.
"First, kiss it very, very nice, right on the soft part, the head, on top."
She pressed her soft lips to it as he told her, stretching out the contact, letting first the edge of her lips touch it and then letting them spread out across the surface. She pulled back from it and looked up expectantly. "Now?"
"Now," he said huskily, "kiss along the rest of it, behind the head."
Eagerly, she leaned her head to one side and pressed her lips against the shaft all up and down one side, then the other. "Like that?"
He nodded, momentarily speechless.
"I like this," she said. "It makes me tingly all over."
"Good," he said, then drew in a sharp breath as she returned to her ‘inexperienced' ministrations.
After another minute of this, he said, "Now, for the part the very nicest big girls do."
"What's that?"
He swallowed. "Now, jut it in your mouth and suck on it, just like it was a big, thick straw."
"Suck on it?"
"Yes-or do you think you're too little?"
She made a face and then kissed the silken skin of the knob again.
And then, she opened her mouth and sucked it inside.
Burns writhed on the couch, his hips jerking. "Yes," he moaned. "Yes, that's it-don't stop that-keep going."
She sucked harder and harder the movement of hips making the thick rod move back and forth between her soft lips, sliding deeper in, then pulling back till just the head was inside. And all the lime, she sucked on it vigorously.
"Now, while you-unh!-.keep sucking it, run your tongue-Unh!-over the head and around the rest unh!-the rest of it!" he said in a low, urgent voice.
Greedily, she did as he said, running the rough underside of her tongue all over the hot rod of his manhood. For almost three minutes she continued and then pulled her head away.
"How will I know when to stop?"
He grinned wolfishly. "When-when the sap comes out."
"What sap?"
The lecherous grin broadened. "A man has a thick white sap in him," he said. "And when you make him feel good for a while, when he feels the very best because of what you're doing to his pee-pee, the sap comes shooting out! And that's when he feels the best. It's called coming and the very, very, very nicest big girls always make a man come when they want to make him feel good."
She slid her little tongue over her full lips. "And if I make you, uh, come, will that mean I'm one of the very nicest big all grown-up girls?"
"Yes," he said, reaching forward and taking her head in his hands. "But-when the sap comes out, you have to swallow it, every last drop of it."
"Oooh, yummy!" she said excitedly. "Can I swallow your sap?"
"You have to if you want to be one of the neatest, nicest, biggest grown-up girls."
"Then I'll swallow every last bit of it," she announced and dived her head forward, again sucking this turgid twat sticker.
She drew it into her mouth, first the head, then part of the shaft, then more of it till it was half in her mouth.
Burns, totally aroused, threw caution to the winds. Her head still in his hands, he pushed his crotch up at her.
Suzanne swallowed, drew a deep breath, aware that no girl sucking cock for the first time could be expected to take the entire member in, but decided that she would anyhow. Suzanne hated the feel of a man's dick in her cunt, but when it came to eating that meat-that she enjoyed, as much for the feeling of power, and control over the man as anything else.
She relaxed her throat muscles and let the pecker tip push past her tonsils. Arching her neck slightly, she pressed down and forward, taking more, more, more of the slippery shaft between her lips until she felt her nose press against the rough metal of Burns' zipper.
She'd swallowed all of it!
Bums could, only stare down at her dark-haired head in his lap, feeling her throat and tonsils dancing on his dick feeling her suck on the thick cock Slowly, she pulled her head back ant he watched, fascinated, as it reappeared from between her lips, felt all but the head cool as the air hit the saliva coated shaft.
Then she pressed forward on him again. His hands clenched, his fingers twined in her hair, as he watched her lovely young throat muscles clenching and moving, as he felt her esophagus swallowing and working on his dick.
He began gasping, shuddering, his hips moving in short spastic jerks of pleasure. He felt his balls tightening in the sack of his scrotum. The seed was boiling in his testicles and he hoped that the sweet young girl sucking his cock with such natural talent would carry through with her promise to swallow all of it.
The thought of seeing that-to him-virginal young throat working on him as he shot his hot load deep inside her excited him even more. Burns could just visualize the thick white froth around her mouth, dribbling out from between her lips.
He stiffened. What had that sound been? Was someone coming? Her father?
Suzanne sensed the excitement sapping tension in him and redoubled her effort on his sturdy penis. She'd heard the noise as well-and mentally cursed the people in the next room for their clumsiness. She was suit her father had taken a bottle with him and that he'd drained much of it while watching the show through the one-way glass.
He'd queer the whole deal if he distracted Burns!
Faster and faster she rocked her head over his click, taking the throbbing head deep into her throat then relinquishing it until just the glans was between her lips.
She heard the thudding from the room next door just as Burns did. Damn! she thought. What the hell is going on in there? She was doubly angry: because she knew that something was fouling up in the next room, something they hadn't counted on, something capable of wrecking the whole scheme.
And also because she knew Burns was very near to coming and she was furious at the idea of being deprived of his sweet come cascading down her throat And already he was getting limp!
She plummeted her head down on him and sucked as hard as she could, her tongue hiving the base of his cock, feeling the roughness of his pubic hairs even as she swallowed and exercised her deepest throat muscles over his glans butThere was a loud crash and Burns pulled her head off his dick. Frustrated, angry, Suzanne could do nothing except sit back and pound her fists angrily into the floor as the older man came up to his feet and stuffed his cock inside his pants. She didn't even bother to turn her tear-stained face to watch him hurry through the study door.