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Chapter 9
Emporia is a pretty big town, but it isn't a city by any means. It's about twelve blocks from one side to
the other, wherever you start, and then you're either at one of the rivers or on somebody's farm. But
there's quite a bit of land right around the town that doesn't get farmed because it floods every time one
of the rivers rises. And there's lots of willow and rushes and young poplar so walking to the river is like
walking through a miniature forest. The kids mostly like the Cottonwood because it's broader and
deeper and has stretches where there's sand on the banks and a rocky bottom; it's just more fun to play
in.
But Neosho is a quieter, moodier river. Willows grow right along the bank and hang out over the water.
And the poplars and cottonwoods grow up through them and their boughs spread way out across the
middle of the river and get mixed up with the branches of trees on the other side and it's sort of subdued
like a great big church. In the summer there's a humming from bees and chirping from different kinds of
birds. And the frogs make a racket and when you hear a splash out in the water you don't know whether
it's because a frog jumped in or a fish was leaping for one of the low-dipping dragonflies.
It's sort of steamy, too, because summer days are so hot there and everything's so moist along the bank.
And there's a greenish mistiness to the light under all those trees so it's a little like being in some kind of
fairy-land.
Eric and I found a place in a bend of the river where the water had cut a shelf under an overhanging
bank and then receded, letting a carpet of grass grow, with tiny wildflowers peeking through it. We sat
there and let the magic of the place get to us, with Eric skipping a flat stone across the mirror-face of the
water once in awhile and a kingfisher squawking and jumping into the air when he did. We got all
sentimental telling each other about when we were kids and what our folks were like and ... Well, first
thing I knew we'd sort of drifted into talking about how, kids ought to behave and that brought up how
they ought to be trained and led right into what our kids were going to be like.
I think men like to think about what their kids are going to be like. I think they just like to think about the
idea of having kids call them Daddy. Anyhow, Eric got to looking all dreamy and he lay back on the
grass with his hands folded under the back of his head and stared up into the trees and got a tender,
contented note in his voice. And I'd been sitting right beside him, so I sort of twisted around and bent
over him with one hand braced on the grass on the other side of his chest. He put one arm around me
and pulled me down on him and held me while we talked. And one of my boobies was being crushed on
his chest and I was feeling all warm and gushy inside and kind of sweaty where my thighs pressed
together.
That wasn't real comfortable so I twisted some more, so I could get my legs stretched out and my ankles
crossed and lean on my elbow and let both boobies settle on his chest without getting squashed. I ran
my fingers through the hair at his temples and traced across his lips lightly with one fingernail so it tickled
him. And he yanked me down and kissed me real hard to make the tickle go away. His fingers began
squeezing the flesh on my back, finding spots where it was soft and kneading it and rubbing gently. It
wasn't Emporia to me any more, or the bank of the Neosho River in Lyon County, Kansas. It was some
magic corner right outside heaven where there wasn't any time or unhappiness or busy, grubby little
people scrambling around for a living. There were just Eric and me and a dragonfly hovering out there
over the water. I loved Eric-had loved him from the first time I'd seen him-and for the first time knew I
was going to live with him the rest of my life. It wasn't going to be perfect; I knew that. He had his work
and that was important to him. And maybe we'd have lots of times when we didn't have enough money
... or couldn't agree on the kind of curtains for the living room ... or got jealous or something. But he'd be
there and I'd make it work.
The humming bees and chirping, fluttering birds and hovering dragonflies were getting awfully
unimportant. There were feelings racing through me that didn't have anything to do with the river or the
warmth of the day. Delicious tingling sensations raced back and forth over me and my skin felt all
prickly and moist and my pussy twitched so hard I tightened my ass-cheeks and jammed my belly hard
against the softness of the thick grass. Eric's hands weren't just kneading, either. I mean, not in one spot.
They were wandering all over and he was kissing me so hard I could hardly catch my breath.
He was having the same trouble. His chest was kind of heaving and his breath hit my cheek in hot, short
puffs that made me tingle all the way to my toes. One of his hands got hold of my bottom and massaged
the soft, rounded hump of an ass-cheek and the other was feeling along my side right close to my
boobie. I rocked that side up so the breast came off his chest where he could get hold of it and he
cupped his big, rough hand around it and babied it while I thrilled to the warm familiarity.
Eric knew what he wanted to do and didn't waste a lot of time getting ready. He worked his hand inside
my blouse and eased my bra off that breast and got his hand full of the quivering, sweat-moist flesh. He
trapped the nipple between two fingers and sort of rolled it back and forth while it swelled and hardened
and shot jagged feelings of pleasure into me.
I wasn't just breathing hard by then; I was panting and squirming. I was rocking my mouth on his so I
could feel his teeth through his lips and so my own teeth jabbed into my lips so I thought they'd draw
blood. And my tongue was exploring along the full, wet thickness of his mouth and he was sucking at it
and gulping it in and threatening to pull it right out by the roots. His body had gotten all tense and hard
and I was rubbing my other tit on him and twisting my hips from side to side, trying to rub my pulsing,
hungry pussy against the firmness of the ground.
His hand felt down the back of one of my legs to the hem of the short walking skirt I'd worn and found
bare skin and started stroking back up, the skirt riding on his wrist. He got hold of my ass-cheek through
the flimsy nylon of my panties and squeezed and rubbed some more and I couldn't keep my ankles
crossed. My knees just wouldn't stay together. They kept inching apart and I kept rotating my hips so
my butt got tighter and my pussy got tighter to the ground.
He got his fingers at the waist of my panties and slipped them inside, working the warm tips over the
rounded, trembling, damp mounds of my buttocks. The creases, where my butt met my thighs, were real
damp with perspiration and I was almost embarrassed when his fingers lingered there, rubbing slowly
from side to side. But I didn't really care. All I could do was push my knees further apart and wait for his
hand to plunge into the steaming, throbbing, eager softness of my pussy.
"Eric! Mmmm ... Eric ... love ...!" I whispered against his wet mouth.
"Mmmmm! ... Mmmm, Eric honey!"
His hand got past my bottom and his fingers slid into the gooey heat between my pussy-lips. God! I
couldn't help myself! My hips jerked and pushed my ass right into the air while he stuck one finger right
up my cunt! I wiggled around on that blunt, thick, calloused finger while he pushed it back and forth in
me. And all of a sudden a wave of fiery excitement a hundred times harder than I'd been feeling swept
over me and I smacked my belly on the ground and clamped my thighs together to crush my whole
pussy against the hardness of his knuckles.
"Eric!" I mumbled into his mouth again. "Mmm, Eric, fuck me, honey! Now, Puleeease!"
He pulled his hand away from my pussy and used both hands on my shoulders to raise me away from his
kiss. "You mean that, baby? You sure you want me to now?" And he stared into my eyes.
I could feel tears of happiness staring and he got blurry. "Yes! Oh, God, yes, honey! I do!"
He made a happy, contented grunting sound and pushed me even further up. I braced myself on my
hands while he reached under me to unbutton my blouse and push my bra up close to my neck so my
boobs hung out in the open. And he pulled me further up and took one nipple in his mouth, then the
whole front of my tit, and sucked it and rubbed it with his tongue. And while he was sucking on it he
was reaching down to work my panties over my taut ass-cheeks and down into my thighs. I squirmed
enough to get the panties off and then settled on one forearm, letting him keep sucking while I felt for the
zipper of his fly.
I got it open, then hesitated a minute before I could get up the nerve to stick my hand inside. When I did,
I gasped. God, it was such a big, hot, hairy cock! Stiff and knobby, it was almost too big for my fingers
to go around it! And it felt heavy! But I pulled it into the open and squeezed it, my hand jerking up and
down on it and feeling the spongy firmness of the foreskin when I tried to caress the head.
Eric groaned a little bit and grabbed at my pussy again, hauling me on top of him and making me straddle
his waist. I lay on him, my tit still in his mouth and my hand clinging fiercely to that glorious, massive prick
while my pussy-hair got squashed on my own hand and the wet, twitching, meaty cockhead.
He had both hands on the backs of my thighs right below my ass-cheeks and the fingers were pulling my
greedy, trembling, swollen pussy-lips apart and feeling again for my cunt-mouth. He reached the
rubbery, gaping rim from both sides at the same time. His fingers pulled it open and rubbed around its
curvature, poking at the delicate, soft lobes that lined the opening and stretching me as if he needed to
get me ready for that awesome, brutal cockhead.
I was ready, I was ready! Jesus! My hips were churning and my ass-cheeks were snapping at each
other and my pussy was on fire! But if we were going to fuck right there by the river it didn't seem right
to do it as if we were in the back seat of a car. I wanted Eric to be able to see and feel all of me that first
time!
"Eric!" I panted. "Eric, let me get undressed for you! All the way, honey!"
"You sure you want to? You're, not afraid of somebody coming by?"
"I'm not scared! Oh, please, Eric?"
"Okay! Jesus, yes! Go ahead!"
So I scrambled up and tore off my blouse and wiggled out of my bra and let my skirt slither down over
my legs. And I kicked off my shoes and socks and stood on the balls of my feet and stretched, my arms
way up over my head. And Eric grunted suddenly as if somebody had knocked the wind out of him.
"Oof! ... Oh, Jesus, what a body!"
I sensed he hadn't expected the figure I had. With a skip, I whirled away from him to the very edge of
the water and posed again. He whistled real softly and jerked off his clothes.
"Damn, baby! You're just gorgeous!"
I was having trouble making my throat behave. I kept gulping and working my mouth, but I couldn't have
said anything if my life had depended on it. All I could do was stare at that magnificent, enormous, bulky
pecker that jutted so awesomely in front of his belly and the ponderous balls that swung below it.
Finally I got my voice working again. "Omigod, honey! Let's fuck quick before I lose my nerve!"
I ran back to him and let him grab me in his arms and swing me off my feet. And I let him lay me on the
grass and pulled my knees up and spread them as wide as I could. I knew what was happening to my
pussy. The lips were swollen; the outer, hairy slopes were folded toward my thighs, round-curved and
dark and soft. The inner faces were gleaming pinkly, coated with the thickening wetness of my desire
and their color darkened by the rush of hot blood. Between them the broad trough of my slit glistened
and pulsed and the thick-rimmed mouth of my cunt gaped open for his cock, ringing the blackness of the
cavity he was going to fill. My boobies were still mounded, their pale, veined, translucent flesh quivering
and their hard, darkened, puckered nipples thrusting defiantly upward, anticipating the weight of his
broad, golden-haired chest.
His eyes were shining and the tip of his tongue was wetting his lips as he dropped to his knees between
mine. He ran his hands tenderly over the inner, taut surfaces of my thighs and touched the puffy flesh at
the edge of my clitoris with one fingertip, then slowly passed his hands upward along my body to grasp
my boobs in his palms.
"Holy Christ!" he exclaimed in a whisper. "What a body!"
And he lowered himself into the embrace of my thighs, the thick foreskin halfway withdrawn off the dark
bulge of his cockhead before the frightening knob vanished from my view and settled into the fiery heat
of my pussy. I felt the hard bulb nudge my cunt-rim and let my hips surge, thrusting my cunt hard against
the rigid cock just as his hips snapped forward to drive the brutal head through my stretching opening.
"Ahhhh ...! Oooh, honnney ...!"
The great, blunt cockhead drove to the core of my belly. A delicious, quivering, warm sense of pressure
built among my organs, pleasure rippling through me in gentle, sweet waves. I cried with happiness,
clinging to his great, muscular shoulders and clamping my thighs on the bristling bulges of his.
His cock-shaft pistoned in and out of the slippery, tight-clutching rim of my cunt-mouth, plunging inward
with a giddy rush until the broad, hard structure at its base crashed against my pussy, then dragging
back, its ribbed column slipping outward and pulling the bulging cockhead with it until the flared
shoulders of the head jerked at the greedy cunt-mouth. The muscles of my inner thighs rolled under his
plunges and my belly writhed from the inner flood of pleasure.
"UNNNGGG ...! HARRRRDERRR ...! DEEEEEPERRRRR ...! OOOH, HONNNEEEY!"
"Hang on, baby! ... Hang on! ... Oooh!" His whisper was harsh and urgent.
My hips leaped under him, driving my pussy up and onto his stroking shaft with each of his lunges. And
my ass flattened the grass and pounded it into the damp, spongy earth while my heels dug in frantically.
"HONEY ... HONEY ... FUCK!... FUCK HARD!"
"Grab me, baby! Grab me with your legs!"
I wrapped them around those thrusting hips, my heels drumming on his ass.
"UUUNNNNNNN!... NOWWW!... NOW, HONEY!"
"Okay! ... MMMMM!"
"EEEEEYYIII ...! OOOOOHHH ...!"
"AARGHHH! UMMMPH!"
"NnnNnnNnnnn ... aaahhhhh ..." My belly wrenched in spasms and my thighs held him in their vise-like
grip.
He strained against me, boring my ass into the soft earth as he shot me full of his cum. The heat filled me
and I seethed with delirious happiness. We shook in the grip of violent tremors and then sagged,
overcome by the wild savagery of our mating.
"Oh, honey!" I whispered. "Honey, I do love you so!"
"Yeah," he muttered. "Yeah, I love you, too, puss."

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Chapter 10
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, STUPIDT?" 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.

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Chapter 11
I was miserable all week. I couldn't even look at Eric without seeing the way he'd looked with Nancy.
And he acted as if nothing at all had happened. It might have been a disastrous time if other things hadn't
come up.
I think Nancy might have revised her own mental picture of what she'd gone through and made
something of a heroine of herself. She probably did a little hinting among her own acquaintances and
maybe did a little un-subtle challenging. Anyhow, a couple of the boys her age got her cornered after
school and made it look like they were going to get a little of that hot stuff she was bragging about.
Maybe they got a little rough. Only Mark just happened to show up. He kicked the shit out of them and
gave them some dire warnings about what they could expect if they bugged Nancy any more. And right
then and there she started worshipping him.
Well, there was no question she had the fixtures to interest a boy Mark's age. And he got interested.
That was the week when Ma Conner found out they were starting to do something in the Colorado mine
her husband had gotten sweet-talked into buying a lot of stock in several years before his death, too.
The way it looked, she was likely to be worth a hell of a lot more money than she'd ever be able to
count. And with a little bit of excitement in her life for the first time, she didn't even look like the same
person. I noticed Duane Fowler was getting a gleam in his eye and studying her when she wasn't looking.
In fact, he even started dating her. They weren't the world's most dramatic dates-he'd go down to the
parlor and they'd have a drink or two in what she'd always insisted was her private "country" or she'd
visit him in his apartment-but they had all the ceremony and pomp of real, serious dates.
The end of that week Ma came to my apartment and asked me to go downstairs with her. All very
mysterious; she wasn't about to say anything about why. When I got down there she led me to her
dressing room and poured out her heart. For a woman in her forties, she acted more like a girl my age.
She was blushing and stammering and all excited. There was a whole lot of business about her being old
fashioned and old before her time and everybody getting a second chance at life. And there was a lot of
incoherent stuff about inhibitions and free expression of emotions and needs and a man's guidance ...
God, I don't know what all!
What it all boiled down to was she was getting liberated from all the old hang-ups and turning on to a
new beat. So we went shopping for clothes more appropriate to the new Ma-"Gwen," she began
insisting. We did it from the inside out. She wanted the sexiest stuff we could buy, and in Emporia it
wasn't easy to get really sexy outfits. But we did find a couple of bras with half-cups and some
bikini-type, sheer lace panties-bright red ones and black ones. And she settled for a couple of
miniskirts-it turned out she had damn nice legs-and another skirt with slits up the sides. And some
blouses for seeing through and some that simply had plunging necklines.
There was supposed to be this heavy "Liberation" date with Duane in his apartment. And we spent an
hour and a half getting her ready for it. She finally settled for the scarlet panties and one of the
peek-a-boo bras and a see-through blouse and one of the miniskirts. And we left her hair loose ... just
brushed the hell out of it ... and plenty of make-up because that's the way she wanted it.
Duane didn't sound like a villain at all when he let her into his apartment. He even smiled at me and
asked didn't I think Gwen was the swan who'd been an ugly duckling far too long. And he glanced over
his shoulder at the little table-it seemed to be almost in the center of the living room-and then back at me
with a sharing kind of grin. And Gwen let him lead her inside toward the couch and a coffee table with a
tray of wine and goblets on it.
I was a little bit worried about Ma and I kept coming into the hall and going down by Duane's door to
be sure everything was all right. Once, I heard her giggle and say, "Duane, darling! Really!
The table?" I gulped and listened, holding my breath.
"Oooh, Duane! ... Oooh, I feel indecent! Eeeee!" And she giggled again.
I retreated to my apartment, shaken and on edge. Ma was getting a slightly modified version of what I'd
experienced in that room and liking it! Maybe the difference was she'd come to have some kind of
emotional attachment to Duane. He'd convinced her she was still young and desirable and she was ready
to learn.
I did start out into the hall again; I just had to see if she kept on liking what he did. But Nancy appeared,
pale and breathless. She ran to me.
"Lee! Omigosh, Lee! It's awful!"
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"Oh, Lee!" She shuddered and let me lead her through my room to the sun porch, where she sank into
one of the rattan chairs and buried her face in her hands.
"Now, what's wrong, hon?"
"Oh, Lee! It's Ma! She's in Duane's apartment, and I ... I ... Well, the roof ..."
"Uh-huh. Good view through his window, isn't there," I remarked dryly.
"Oh, dear! She ... he tied her on the table, just the way he did you! And he's got her all undressed! ...
All naked! ... And ... And ... and she let him!"
"Is she all right?"
"Oooh, he's doing terrible things to her! And making her do things to him!" She looked up at me, her
eyes brilliant with excitement. "She likes it, Lee! She likes it!"
Mark had appeared in the door leading to his room.
I led her on. "What's he doing, hon?"
"He ... he made her suck him! Her face got all red and excited looking, and when she stopped she was
smiling! And then he went around behind her and ... and ..." She looked suddenly wistful. "I wish I
weren't a virgin," she said softly. "Oh, God, Lee! Sometimes I think I'll die, I want IT so much!"
"Like now."
"Yes! Oh, why can't I be old enough?" And then, "Why doesn't Mark like me, Lee? I try so hard and he
just doesn't!"
He came to her quickly. "Yes, I do! Nancy, I do like you!"
She started. Maybe she'd have stormed out of our apartment confused and angry at having been
overheard any other time. Now she caught his hand and pressed it to her cheek, purring like a contented
kitten. She was overwrought by what she'd been watching.
"Mark! Marky, you really do?"
"Sure! Of course, I do!"
She pulled his hand down over her neck and thrust it into the top of her blouse. "Oh, Marky! I just love
you! I do, Mark!"
I backed away cautiously, settling myself in another of the chairs and watched. The girl seemed to have
no sense of embarrassment or modesty. She forced Mark's hand onto her boob and held it there until
he started squeezing and massaging. And while he played with the young, tender boobie, she unbuttoned
her blouse and pulled it off. And she struggled with her bra fastener until she got it loose and could shed
the restrictive garment.
Her voice sounded as thick as if she'd been drinking. "Oh, Marky, darling! Lee won't mind, will she?"
After a quick glance at me, Mark shook his head. "She won't mind."
He continued playing with her tit while she fumbled at his clothes with all the directness and
un-self-consciousness of her youthful eagerness. When Mark was naked, she held his boyish hard-on in
one hand and stood.
"Undress me, Marky; please?"
He grinned and unzipped her skirt. She continued to hold onto his cock while he removed skirt and
panties, and her fingers moved gently and possessively, as if she felt confident because of the reasonable
size of the young-cylinder.
They stood together, naked and slender and sweetly youthful, their bodies pressed close and their
mouths meeting in a tender, happy kiss. But youth and excitement was too strong for tenderness. Their
lips became greedy and demanding and their tongues probed and their bodies squirmed against each
other. Mark's hands fondled her ass-cheeks and she dug at his back with her nails while their bellies
rubbed each other.
Once, Nancy drew her mouth free long enough to ask me to undress, too.
"More exciting!" she said breathlessly. "Please, Lee?"
I undressed, miserable because I was going to have to watch without doing anything. But while Mark
was feeling her up, after tumbling her onto the lounge, Gunner came to me and whimpered, nudging at
my knees with his muzzle. I held them tightly together, roughing his ears and laughing at him, but when he
persisted I let him wedge his head between my thighs and sniff at my twitching pussy. He tongued it
delicately, dabbing at the wetness that seeped over it, and I scooted down in the chair, sprawling and
throwing my knees apart for him. With a blissful expression and a satisfied whine, he started lapping at
my slit. His tongue drove between the sticky faces of my pussy-lips and dug at the rim of my quivering
cunt-mouth. I moaned softly, my hips jerking and my fingers groping along the arms of the chair.
Nancy squirmed and chortled, her lithe young body alive with the pleasure Mark's busy hands were
giving her. But she kept stealing glances at the way Gunner was applying himself to my squirming,
opening pussy.
"Lee? ..." She spoke softly, as if to avoid disturbing the concentration Gunner was showing.
"Y-y-yes?" It was hard to talk with all the excitement that was coursing through me.
"Would he ... would he get on you if you wanted him to?"
"Who, Gunner?"
"Yes!"
"I ..." I hesitated. I wasn't going to tell either of them he already had. "I should think so. Why?"
"Ooh! That would be fun!"
"Think so?" Mark sounded suddenly eager. "Really think so, Nancy?"
"Oooh, yes!" Then, tentatively, "I bet I could coax him to."
"Aw, bet you couldn't. You're no dog."
"I bet I could!"
"Why don't you try?"
"Okay, smarty! I will!"
I groaned. That damn Mark! She was doing exactly what he wanted her to!
He smirked until I thought his grin would split his face.
Nancy rolled off the lounge onto her hands and knees. Her pointed, soft young boobies hung under her
and her belly drew up tightly.
"Here, Gunner! Here, sweetie! ... Come on, Gunner!"
I pushed Gunner's nose out of my pussy and clamped my knees together. He backed off, quivering and
puzzled, then cocked his head at the girl. I could almost see the shrug as he turned away from me and
approached her. He poked his nose at her ass and wiggled it as the sweet scent of her childish
pussy-juice assailed his nostrils. He trembled with sudden pleasure and drove his muzzle against the
tender, soft tissues of her crotch, his whole body shaking with the violence of his wagging tail. His
tongue came out and dabbed at her slit.
"OOOH! ... YUMMY! Look, Mark! He likes me!"
Mark snorted. "Dessert. He's not on you, is he?"
"Yummmm! ... Not ... yet ... but! ..." She humped and jerked as the searching tongue probed deeper.
With a jerky whimper, she sank onto her elbows, her ass elevated and her knees apart. She was
undulating her hips and her boobies were swinging erratically under her. Gunner's tongue lapped at the
quickly separating pussy-lips and down to her clitoris. She jumped violently and rotated her ass, the
small of her back dropping and her pussy turning up to Gunner.
"MMMMM! ... Mmm, Gunner! Fuck me, Gunner! ... Come on, sweetie! ... Get on!"
The entreaty in her voice must have triggered something in the dog. His back arched and his cock began
to grow. His rump jerked back and forth as if he were already on her. He pulled back his head and
reared, covering her ass and poking at her with the sharp-pointed tip of his cock.
"Give him a hand, Marky," I told him softly. "Open her up for him."
Mark straddled her, facing her ass, and reached around her to spread her pussy-lips with his fingers.
The dancing red pecker edged closer to the tight little cunt-mouth and its sharp tip settled into the hole
that was hardly more than a dimple.
"Oooh! ... Oooh! ... I did! I coaxed him on! ... YUMMMMM!"
Gunner's hips thrust rapidly, pounding his cock into her like a long nail. I got down beside her to watch
what I'd felt before. The shiny red probe chattered against her like an air-hammer, each blow sinking it a
tiny bit further while her cunt-rim spread and lipped at it.
"Omigod, Lee! Oh, dear! He's getting it in me! ... Ahhhhh!"
Gunner's cockhead had barely sunk out of sight in her before the inward progress stopped. His hips
continued to pump and his forepaws clamped around her waist and jerked at her, but the penetration
had stopped.
"Harder, sweetie!" she whispered. "Oh, please, sweetie! Just a little harder!"
He clutched at her waist and his haunches jabbed fiercely. She gasped and shuddered, her hands balling
into fists on the floor, and the quivering, white-streaked cock stabbed deeper and slid swiftly out of sight.
"He did! Oh, God, I'm not a virgin any more!"
The edge of Gunner's cock sheath swelled and stretched and I saw what I'd been waiting for. A broad,
thick knot that looked like two big bulges, one on each side of his cock, came into view. It reached
Nancy's cunt-mouth and pressed inward, her taut young rim appearing too tight to admit it. But his eager
pumping and her equally eager backward thrusts, aided by the powerful sweeping motions of his
forepaws, drove the bulky knot into her and left only a last couple of inches of normal-sized hard-on
visible.
In an instant, even that vanished, his heavily-bristled sheath butting into the quivering, reddened, gaping
pussy-flesh. And Gunner started fucking. I'd been lying on the lounge when he'd mounted me. And I
outweighed the child by probably thirty pounds. She was supporting herself on wide-spread knees and
her elbows with nothing to keep her from swaying backward and forward. His forepaws encircled her
waist and swept her back and forth on his cock in time to the rhythm of his thrusting haunches. She
grunted explosively each time her backward progress was met by the forward drive of his belly. Her hair
bounced and her tits jumped around on the shiny floor. She pressed her cheek to the linoleum and kept
her eyes squinted tightly shut, her lips parted and her nostrils flaring.
"Omigod, Marky! Oh, my! It feels so good!" And then, in triumph, "I did get him to, didn't I?"
Mark glanced significantly at me. "You sure did! I didn't think you could."
"OHHH! ... FUCK, GUNNER, FUCK!" Her voice shook with the battering she was taking.
Gunner's balls swung like a bell clapper and his tongue lolled above her quivering shoulders. His cock
pistoned in her and the cruel bristles of his sheath kept stabbing into the delicate, open membranes of her
pussy. Her ass jerked convulsively against his belly and she curled her toes, her feet pounding a tattoo
on the floor.
"LEE! ... MARK! ... EEEEE, it's going to come! ... I'M CUMMING! ... GOD, I'M
CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!"
Maybe her smaller size and tighter cunt accelerated Gunner's reaction. Anyhow, he timed his orgasm
better than he had with me. He clutched her to him and stopped pumping, his rump starting that fantastic
vibration that had driven me wild. Mark's eyes widened and his mouth fell open.
"Jeez! Wouldja look at that!"
I timed Gunner's orgasm. He continued to vibrate like that a full five minutes. Nancy shook and writhed,
her belly rippling with her inner spasms, and an expression of terror finally twisted her features!
"I CAN'T STOP!" She gasped. "I ... CAN'T ... STOP ... CUMMING!"
But when Gunner's orgasm had run its course and the vibrations subsided, she collapsed and sighed.
"Oh, my goodness!" She panted heavily. "Oh, dear, what a marvelous cum! I'm all warm inside!" Then,
a note of wonder creeping into her voice, "What's wrong? He's not getting any softer!"
She tugged gently and her eyes opened with startled concern. "LEE! AM I STUCK TO HIM?"
Gunner surged backward, jerking her with him.
"I AM! GOOD GOD, I'M STUCK ON HIS PECKER! HELLLPPP!"
Mark lunged toward them, but I caught his arm.
"No! No, Mark! We'll just have to wait!"
He groaned and clenched his fists helplessly while Gunner jerked to free himself. But my brother wasn't
going to let his dog drag the poor girl all over the floor; he calmed Gunner and held him in one place
while the slow process of shrinkage did its work. And when Nancy finally did slide off the knobby cock
and collapse, Mark gathered her in his arms and placed her on the lounge.
I was still being cheated, I thought-especially with Nancy getting not only Mark, but Gunner as well-but
I did my best to contain myself while the kids whispered endearments to each other and experimented
with the intimacies of uninhibited sex. And when Mark finally thrust her knees apart and settled into the
saddle of her thighs, his cockhead nestled against the winking, eager rim of her cunt-mouth, and she
clutched at him and dug her heels into his ass to urge him into her, I ground my fist against my pussy and
felt a great surge of joy that my little brother was doing such a masterful job.
As his thick, hard young cock plunged into her she sighed happily and pulled herself up against his chest.
And she chortled. "I got more than Ma did. I bet she hasn't ever fucked a dog!"

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