"I say something cute?"
"I thought-well, when you asked if I wanted to make a half a buck, I just naturally supposed you were after some…" I left.the implication dangling, hoping he'd take it from there.
Mr. George's eyes narrowed. Now he studied me as if he were seeing me for the first time. His gaze dropped from my face, to my pert titties, to my hot crotch. There he lingered. My belly grew tight. In the white hot pants, with the bright streetlight behind me, I knew he could almost count the hairs on my pussy.
Finally, after giving his lidded eyes a leisurely look at me, Mr. George said, "You thought I was offering half a buck for what you got between your legs!"
I nodded. It was obvious he wasn't expecting a reply. I watched him lift the icy tumbler, drink deep. He set the glass down and stood… bringing his cock on a level with my eyes. It was some hose. It hung halfway down the left pants leg of the bermudas.
"That's dirt cheap," said Mr. George. He stepped down to the walk where I stood. He placed his huge hands on my shoulders. "I never offer less than a fin. They usually up it to a sawbuck. But for you I'd expect to pay… let's see-" he spun me around, studied my plump backside for a moment, spun me again and leered down at my breasts-"at least twenty-five! Plus a tip!"
"What kind of a tip?"
"What kind of a tip did you expect?"
"A big one. Circumcised."
"That's the only kind I got." His hand dropped from my shoulder to my right boob.
Swiftly my gaze swept the block. A neighbor was rocking on the porch two houses away. Several kids were playing on the front lawn down the street. I craned my neck up at Mr. George. Head spinning, recalling what he'd told Lois the night me and Debbie watched them fuck in the Michaels' car port, and relenting in my resolve to have Daddy be the first to sample my new pussy, I said, "Don't you think maybe we should go somewhere? I can't suck you off with everyone watching."
"Fuck that sucking-off jazz!"
"What then?" I breathed hotly.
"Pure and straight pussy, little hairy holes… like the one between your thighs." He, too, looked swiftly about. "Let's go inside. The wife's so busy with those fruitcakes out back she'll never miss me."
Still a bit uncertain, unable to cast thoughts of Daddy completely out of my mind no matter how hard I tried, but nonetheless anxious to hold a cock-a willing tool, a big one, a long stiff one-in my forebelly, I followed Mr. George into the house. "We better go in my den," he said, taking hold of my hand and leading me through two rooms to a dark study with book-lined walls, a black leather divan, a desk, and a window over looking the backyard festivities. He closed the door, locked it, leaned back, and stared at me.
I walked slowly about the den, pausing to run my finger along a book binding here, to examine the pens, the blotter, the desktop there. I stopped at the window. Through the blinds I could see redheaded Mrs. George. She was passing out burgers from the grate atop the charcoal pit. A couple, leaning against a tree at the far end of the appeared to be dry humping. A man bent to look up the back of a woman's mini as she arranged things on the plank picnic table. I glanced back over my shoulder. Mr. George crossed the room. He stopped close behind me. I felt his hand on my ass.
"Are you going to fuck me standing up?'!
"Standing up?"
"Uh-huh. Like you did Lois Michaels. And the others… I don't know their names. I saw you do four that way."
"Spying on me, huh?" He traced the seam where the hot pants were sunk deep in the hot crack of my ass. He hefted the underside of one melon. His stiffening cock dug in.
"Is it better that way? Standing up?" I asked softly.
He kissed the back of my neck, my ear. His hand slipped around to my belly. "It is when they're small," he whispered, fingers creeping down toward my sex. "Like you. You're just the right size for it. I'll be able to lift you by the cheeks of the ass… and set your sweet cunt on my spike. Want it that way?"
"Um!" I pressed back into the rod probing the hot pants. I reached for his free hand and guided it to my left tittie.
"You don't waste time, little girl"
"Kathie."
"I like 'little girl' better. It's sexier." His fingers undid the buttons up the front of the blouse, crept inside. He toyed with my nipples. His other hand cupped my crotch… rubbed my pussy. The hardening thing in his pants moved up and down the crack of my ass.
We stood at the window for a few minutes, watching the couples pair off in the yard, Mr. George leisurely exploring my body. It was sort of peaceful. But I felt the big dick growing against my behind, knew it would soon be inside me, in my most secret place, and felt a momentary pang of regret. I had waited so long for Daddy and it now seemed he was beyond reach. I didn't think he'd ever touch me again. It was the guilt thing, I knew. Now, when he looked at me, he remembered the look on Mummy's face the day she and Torn walked in on us, and blamed me for the split.
I felt Mr. George's thick fingers fumbling with the zipper at my hip. He hesitated, groping for the brass tong. The zipper opened with a faint hiss. He undid the two buttons. The hot pants slipped from my waist down my thighs, slithered down my calves to my ankles.
"Put your hand back here, little girl."
"Why?"
"Reach back and see."
I reached behind, gasped. He had taken his hard dick out. My cool fingers traced the length. I leaned back, head on his chest, breath stuck in my throat. Could it be, I wondered. Had I actually found one thicker, longer, more wonderful than Daddy's?
Mr. George slipped his hand into the waistband of my panties. His fingertips met the soft curls atop my sex. I closed my eyes. My hand closed tight around his hot cock.
"Is it big enough for you, little girl?"
I squeezed in reply, pressed back-driving the head and the panties deep into the valley between my trembling buttocks. It was a magnificent thing. I wanted it in me… three places, filling all holes at once. I sobbed as the fingers low on my belly moved through the black wedge of my pussy, found the tight slit, and spread the tender lips of my cunt.
Now Mr. George gasped. "It's like an oven down there," he said against my ear. "You've got one hot little pussy, little" girl. Hot and-" he drove a thick finger between the puffed outer lips-"tight! Sweet dickheads! If there's one around here tighter than yours, I haven't found it yet." He drove his finger in and out of my vulva, in a slow but insistent fuck motion.
Finally, after getting me good and wet and ready down there, so hot I thought the top of my head would fry my hair as crisp as Chinese noodles, Mr. George took his finger from my cunt and steered me, by the shoulders, across the den to the low, black leather divan. He sat on the edge and made me stand motionless between his widespread knees. Slowly he took off my panties, kissing my bush, my inner thighs, as they went down. He rubbed his face in my wedge, licked the soft lips of my cunt, making me shiver. He darted his tongue against my little pink soldier. He covered my hole with his mouth and breathed warm wet air into me. He fingered, he smelled me. He turned me around, spread my buttocks, tongued my anus, turned me back. He licked my pussy in earnest.
I was all goose bumpy and couldn't stand any more. Frantically I reached for the meat cylinder in his lap. "Stick it up in me," I told him. "The way you did Lois Michaels, the others. Do me now." I yanked on his cock, made him stand, and groped for the buckle and button holding his trousers.
When I had gotten his pants and shorts off, both of us naked, I reached to wrap my small arms around his broad shoulders. I stood on tiptoe and still the top of my head barely grazed his chin. I closed my thighs on his hot cock. "Fuck me!" I demanded. "Standing up! Lift my cheeks, like you said, and… and…"
I felt his huge hands grip the tender halves of my ass. "It… it'll hurt some at first," he warned in a deep, rumbling voice. "Always does. I had one chick, not much taller than you, almost as tight, who screamed and cried like a baby and made me stop before it was halfway home. This prick of mine… it's a freak! Almost a foot long! And once I get going, once I'm in, once I feel a wet cunt snapping on the damn thing… well, I lose all control."