Tearing my lips away, I whispered, "Fuck my ass."
Mr. George groaned. His long dick grew extra rigid between my closed thighs. "You're some fucking little girl," he said, spreading the cheeks of my ass with rough fingers. "First the best fuck in years, then a blowjob… how'd you know I like asshole?"
"Do you?" I pulled my knees up to his waist.
"Better believe it!"
"Fuck it out then," I told him.
"Christ!"
"Fuck it! Put your hard cock up there." Reaching back, I placed the fat glans to the target.
"Ahhh!" Mr. George's hips bucked.
"Hurry! Hurt me like you did before when we fucked. Do it hard as you can."
"Hard?"
"Yes! Fuck it into me!"
Taking firm hold of my hips, Mr. George lunged
"OW! H-harder!"
Again he lunged… driving the head up to the collar into my rectum. There he paused for a moment, drinking deep draughts of breath. Shimmying his hips, he moved back until he was half sitting at the upright curve at the head of the long divan. "Hold tight, little girl," he breathed hoarsely, and shafted the monster halfway up my down turned ass.
I cried out. Again, as when he fucked me against the den wall, I was certain I was being torn apart down there I wiggled. I strained. But the steely thing would go no farther, it seemed
"Dickheads! Your cunt was a tunnel compared to this hot little slit. It… it won't go!"
I sobbed and tried to draw the torpedo-shaped head from within. Another fraction plowed home. I felt it throbbing, growing even larger inside me. Frantically I worked my sphincter muscles. I slid up and tried with all my might to grind my snug asshole down the length of his shaft. "Do something," I wailed.
"Wait a minute." With my asshole halfway impaled, Mr. George threw his long legs over the side of the divan. Holding me in his lap, he turned and set me down on my back on the cool leather. "Keep your knees up," he told me. "Far as you can… and open as if you were sitting down taking a shit."
Unable to think of anything except getting his hot cock up my shitter, I did like he said. It began to grind in… roughly… tearing my tender insides, it seemed. I lay helpless, unable to move in the awkward, bent-double position, a gasp stuck in my tortured lungs.
"That's it, sweetheart. It… it's going."
"Ow! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
"Just… another… few inches. Almost… got the whole… thing in. Open up, hot little girl. Make… that sweet asshole work. Pull! Pull it in while I hump."
Despite the awkward position, the.pain in my back from being bent like a pretzel, I wiggled and drew the last rigid inches of awesome man meat high inside my rectum. "Oh, yes," I moaned softly, ecstatic, feeling only the tightness, the loveliness now. I let my knees drop and planted my feet wide apart on either side of his thighs. "Now it's wonderful. Now fuck me real slow… 'til you're ready to come… then do me hard like before."
Mr. George pulled back and gently drove the full length of his dick up my ass. Again. And again. Resting his weight on my belly, he reached down between our sweaty, tense bodies and cupped my bush. His fingers found the wet slit. He opened the lips. He probed.
"I love that," I told him.
"That's because you're some hot little piece, little girl. Hotter than hell, you are."
"Finger-fuck me. Play with my clit."
His fingers dove high in my love hole, making me gasp. Taking my soldier between thumb and forefinger, he jerked me off while slowly plowing my rectum. His mouth came down on my breasts… tonguing the peaks. He nibbled the nipples, sucked. His free hand cupped one cheek of my ass… squeezed the tender white flesh while his prick-now harder, fatter, it seemed, than Daddy's, Tom's, and Popsy's, Mr. Levine's and Vic's all rolled together-dipped in and out of my asshole with smooth, even strokes. His cock made a faint squishing noise each time he thrust. And my asshole, my hot little brown pocket, quivered and tightened, opened and closed and sucked-almost as if there was another Kitty-Kat-Kathie in there… the old one, the novice who'd sucked Daddy's joint at the lake-coaxing another orgasm, another delicious load of wiggly cum-worms, up from the sacs slapping my wriggling behind.
We fucked real slow… making it last a long time. I thought about Daddy-about all the things we'd done, wondering, for the very first time, if perhaps he was right in not wanting to perform the ultimate, the cock to pussy sexual act with me. Was it wrong for him to screw me… even though we both wanted it to happen? And Mummy! Was it okay for her to fuck Tom, and yet be indignant, outraged, because me and Daddy were doing the same thing?
No! Not even the same thing! I thought angrily. Even now, when it was out in the open, when Mummy knew and had run off for the second time, Daddy simply refused to stick his cock in my pussy. I couldn't understand the older generation. Like I couldn't understand Daddy sitting forlorn and alone on the sofa at home, while Mr. George did me, fucked every hole in my body, on the black leather divan, while Mummy and Tom were off somewhere, probably fucking, while Debbie, I had no doubt, was sucking off Popsy, and right there, in the noisy backyard, half the men in the neighborhood were sucking around after someone else's wife's ass.
Everybody was doin' it! Doin' it! Doin' it! I thought. And poor Daddy… all alone with his guilt and his hard-on… when at that very moment he might have been fucking me.
"Jesus dick heads! That's a little girl asshole to beat all fuckin' assholes!" Mr. George began driving his cock in rapid half strokes up my rectum. His eyes were sexually glazed. He sort of winced each time the roots and his nuts smacked my buttocks.
Again I forgot about Daddy. I slid farther down on the divan and wrapped my firm little legs around the back of his thighs. "Now do it hard," I said, lifting my hips. "Long strokes. All the way out and in. Don't hold back. Do whatever you want to me."
Mr. George complied. He began fucking my rectum the way he'd fucked out my twat. His hot cock bored all the way into me. He gripped the halves of my ass in the same steel claws that had gripped and held and frightened me when he first drove the formidable thing into my pussy.
"More!" I demanded.
"Little girl…"
"Call me… oh! OHHH!" I was coming. I wrapped my small arms around his broad shoulders and wiggled my tight little shitter for all I was worth. "Call me Katty" I told him. "That's what Da… owwwwww! That's what I like to be called when someone's coming in me."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was morning. Sunlight glared through my bedroom window, reflecting pearls of colored light off the dresser mirror opposite the foot of the bed. I yawned, stretched, and winced. My pussy and asshole, even my mouth, ached. I licked my lips and tasted the sour residue of Mr. George's cum.
"Eck!" I grimaced. I'd been fucking and sucking far too much lately, I decided.
Naked, the damp sheet molding my body, I lay quiet and listened. The shower was running. Daddy, I knew, was getting ready for work. The night before, when I returned home from Mr. George's place, he'd been sitting on the sofa, exactly where I left him, and hardly noticed me walk by. Now he was showering, perhaps shaving… both good signs.
I dozed. When I awoke again the house was quiet. Had Daddy again gone to work without even saying good-bye, I wondered. Boy! He'd never done that before Mummy ran off with Tom!
I hopped out of bed and padded naked into the living room, went from there to the master bedroom, then to the kitchen. There was a note on the table. I scowled. Fucking Daddy! I thought. Lately, whenever he didn't want to talk to me, the little square of paper would be propped against the darn sugar bowl in the center of the table. I opened the note and read:
Kitty-Kat, I'm sorry about the way I've been treating you, lately and particularly about last night. Forgive me. I'll make it up to you. Promise. Look in the sugar bowl.