She did have a waist. I mean, most thirteen-year-old girls go straight up and down between ribs and hips, but her waist did pinch in a little and her bottom did look just a little bit plump and squeezable. She had perky, black little ringlets on her mound and her pussy-lips had begun – just begun – to fill. And she had damn nice, shapely legs.
Eric didn't say a word. His haughty scowl didn't even flicker. He kept looking her up and down and very deliberately started pulling off his clothes. I could see terror creeping into Nancy's eyes as she took in the bulk of his shoulders and the massiveness of his chest. And when he pulled off his trousers and shorts she looked like she was choking to death while she measured that brutal cock of his with her gaze.
"Oh, my!" she whispered faintly. "O, my goodness!"
"Now, tramp! You good for anything?"
"What?" she asked as if she hadn't understood.
"I said are you good for anything?"
"Yes… What do you want me to do… sir?" He flung himself into his armchair, legs sprawled and widespread, cock standing like a mast in the midst of the gleaming, golden forest of pubic hair.
"Lick it off!On your knees and lick it off!"
"Oh, please…" She whimpered.
But with one glance at his stony expression she sank to her knees and crawled slowly between his legs. Sinking until her ass rested on her heels, she reached hesitantly for the awesome shaft. She touched it with her fingertip and stared with wide eyes at the moist, swollen underside.
"You got a tongue in your goddamn hand, stupid?" He roared again.
"N-n-no, sir."
"Well, then?"
"Y-y-yes, sir." She bent from the hips, put her hands in her lap, and extended her tongue timidly. The quivering pink tip touched the great shaft and her head recoiled.
"Oh, shit! Rest your stupid elbows outside my legs, dummy! Give yourself some support and get in there and do the Goddamn job right!"
"Oh, please, Eric! D-d-don't be mean to me! I'm trying!"
"Well, try harder!"
"Y-y-yes, sir."
Resting her elbows outside his thighs forced her to lean further in and brought the outside bulges of her boobies into contact with the hot flesh of his inner thighs. She shivered and gasped, a thrill of excitement clearly racing over her at the touch. With a half-concealed shudder, she dragged the reluctant tongue up the length of the huge shaft.
Eric patted her on the head. "Now that's the way, girl. Just lick real thorough-like. You'll find it's pleasant after you get the hang of it."
"Oh, dear!" she said weakly. "Yes, sir."
She licked at the bulging, heavy underside of the shaft again, again running her tongue from the base to the flare of the foreskin. Except for another paternal pat on the head, Eric made no gesture or comment. She drew her tongue only a short distance the next time and when there was no reproof, she limited herself to short, nervous lapping. But it was obvious she was finding Eric's prediction to be correct; it wasn't bad at all once she got the hang of it. And she wouldn't have been human if she hadn't thrilled to the enormous, stiff instrument before her. She eased her hand along his hairy, muscular thigh and touched the great shaft of his cock with her fingertips. His lack of comment made her bolder; she closed her fingers around the huge handle and raised the rigid thing to a vertical position. Without realizing it, I'm sure, she extended the range of her tonguing until she was wetting the entire surface.
He made her lick every bit of his shaft and then strip back his foreskin and lick the inside of it. That gave her some trouble; she didn't really know what he was trying to get her to do. And he didn't show any patience at all.
"Come on, stupid! Just put your hand around the Goddamn head, that's all! Okay! That wasn't so hard, was it…! Now! Squeeze a little bit and pull down! The Goddamn skin moves…!Yeah! That's what I'm trying to tell you! God, dummy, doesn't it ever hurt being so stupid?"
"Please, Eric…!" She sounded scared but indignant. "I'm not stupid!"
"The Hell you're not! You're here, aren't you? That's enough to show how stupid you are!" He grabbed the hair at the sides of her head with both hands and forced her to look into his face. "Now see if you can do this right. Lick all that skin you just turned inside out. And lick my cockhead. Do it gentle!"
"Y-y-yes, sir." She was meek again. Maybe she was ready to agree she was stupid to be there.
She laved the red, puffy inner flesh of his foreskin with her tongue, scouring it until it gleamed with her saliva, then began applying her tongue tip to the bulging, velvety surfaces of that magnificent meaty bulb of his.
He smiled with contentment. The sonofabitch was really enjoying it! And he made encouraging little remarks, like she'd learn real good if she kept at it and she wasn't all that bad for a beginner and stuff like that. And I could tell she was getting excited, herself. Who wouldn't?
Pretty soon he stirred a little. "Okay, baby. Now you've got it all warmed up; suck it awhile."
"Oh, my! Oh, no, Eric! I couldn't do that!"
"Whaddya mean you couldn't do that?"
She didn't say anything.
So he repeated himself. "Whaddya mean, Goddamn it!"
"I… I just couldn't!" She wailed.
"Horseshit! Don't tell me what you could or couldn't do! I know what you can do! Now suck the sonofabitch! Suck it, suck it, suck it!!!"
"Oh, dear! Oh, Eric, no!" But even while she was begging, she was steeling herself to do as she was told.
She squeezed her eyes tight shut and put her lips on the very tip of his cockhead. She worked them out onto the dome a little bit and began to suck gingerly. And as her lips worked the spongy, soft-textured flesh, she seemed to lose her horror of it. She took more of it between her lips and sucked harder until she had almost half his cockhead in her mouth.
"All right! See, you don't know what the hell you can do when somebody's telling you!" Eric rubbed it in and she turned a fiery red. But she didn't stop sucking.
He muttered at her once in awhile, but I knew he was having trouble controlling his voice. His fists were clenched until the knuckles were white and his belly was wiggling some. That young, troubled face with the screwed up expression and the small, bright-red mouth bent so busily over his cock was probably giving his balls a real tweaking in their crowded sac.
"Okay, honey! The whole head now. Easy does it… and keep those Goddamn teeth to themselves if you want to keep them!"
She winced and stretched her jaw. It looked to me like she was going to dislocate it before she finally got her lips closed behind those wide-flaring shoulders at the back of his cockhead. She looked frightened and amazed and smugly triumphant, all at the same time. She might have been scared he was going to come in her mouth and choke her. Or maybe she had to stretch her jaw so wide to get that majestic knob past her teeth she was afraid she'd never get it out. I don't know what she was scared of. But it was obvious she was proud of herself for getting the whole thing in. And the way she swallowed with the corners of her mouth smiling around that monstrous pole, she liked the taste of the fresh man-juice that was trickling from his slit.
She started sucking again. Her jaw moved, too, at the back and underneath, so I knew she was doing things with her tongue.
And Eric said what I was thinking. "Get over thinking you're so damn special, you'll be pretty good by the time you grow up, kid." And he patted her head again.
God, how that must have infuriated her! I could see her get tense every time he did it. And I'll bet she was really having to fight herself to keep from pasting him one! But she wasn't quite that stupid; she just took it however he dished it out.
"Okay, baby. Now you know what you're supposed to be doing. Now, listen carefully. You keep that cockhead right in your mouth and keep sucking. And get up on your feet while you're doing it. Nod if you got that."