Chapter 6
"But Mom, I was just going somewhere."
"Mr. Robertson agreed to give a little of his own time for you and I'm not going to let you sneak out of it."
"But why do I have to talk to him, anyhow?" Hayley sulked. "He's a shrink or something. I'm not crazy ..." She looked harshly at her mother.
"You've been acting a bit strange in my opinion. And if I made you lift your dress right now I'll bet you're not wearing any undies."
Her mother's piercing look made Hayley blush.
"Am I right or not?"
"That's personal stuff," Hayley protested. Her mother grabbed her roughly by the arm.
"No it isn't, young lady. It's my business if my daughter goes running around town without any panties. I don't know what's become of your upbringing. Did I ever teach you to act like that?"
Hayley tried to wiggle free but her mother was really pissed. And she smelled like she'd had more than a few drinks.
"I wasn't going to run around all over town.
"Then where were you going?"
Ann's look was angrier than before. She shook Hayley and dug her fingers into her flesh.
"Just down to the market. It's a nice night. I just wanted to take a little walk, for God's sake." She bit her lip. "Ouch! You're hurting me."
"So you meant to go down to the market dressed like that."
"A girl can dress up sometimes can't she?" At last Hayley pulled free of her mother's grasp. She rubbed her arm, wishing she didn't have to take crap all the time. It was getting very close to eight. Roger would be waiting.
"And I can smell my perfume on you too," Ann continued. "A fourteen-year-old girl doesn't have any business wearing fancy perfume. And since when did you start wearing your blouse open like that?"
"God, Mother, I don't have very big tits anyway. I don't see why you're worried about someone seeing them."
"There are men who go wild over a young girl's tits, don't you know that?"
Ann was shaking, close to tears. She turned suddenly and grabbed the brandy bottle from the kitchen table. Hayley couldn't bear to watch as her mother poured a water glass full and guzzle it. She turned and took a step towards the door. It was three minutes to eight.
"Where do you think you're going, young lady? I told you that Russ Robertson is going to talk to you. I've already confided in him about my concern for your behavior. He's a very nice man and ..."
"You confided in him!"
Hayley glared at her mother.
"Just what did you confide?"
"That you've lost interest in your usual activities. That you spend too much time lounging around the house half dressed or undressed. That you "
Ann looked down and lifted the glass of brandy to her lips again.
"Mother, if you told Russ Robertson that I go around without my panties ..."
"Well, you do don't you?"
Hayley was so mad she couldn't speak. She wanted to slap the glass from her mother's hands. She wanted to yell and scream. She did neither.
"Now," Ann said, bolstered by the booze, "I want you to go to your room and put on your underwear like any self-respecting girl should do. Then I want you to march yourself over to the Robertson house. Russ will be waiting for you."
"Who says I'm not wearing panties?" Hayley sassed.
Ann jerked her short dress up to reveal the white plumpness of her bare bottom. Hayley blushed and pulled away. "Oh, all right, but I don't see why you make such a big deal about it."
Hayley went to her room and picked a pair of her skimpiest undies from her dresser drawer. They were pale yellow and fringed with white lace. They were skimpy to the point of not having anything on at all. Hayley snugged the nylon crotch band against her cunt, let the elastic snap against her bottom. Then she jerked her skirt down again and went back to the front room. Maybe Ann would be boozed up enough to forget what she wanted her to do.
"I'll watch from the window until Mr. Robertson lets you in," Ann told her. "Don't try and sneak off, do you hear?"
Hayley was mad enough to spit as she strode across the neighbor's lawn and punched at the doorbell. Roger would be waiting for her at the market and she wouldn't be showing up and he'd be upset and disappointed and God knows she would be too. And all because of her mother's bright idea that she needed counseling. By this damned shrink, Robertson. No, he wasn't really a shrink. Something to do with psychology, she remembered.
"Oh, it's you, Hayley. Please come in."
The tall, lanky man guided her to the back of the house. He smiled the whole way. Hayley didn't feel like smilling. She wanted to break something. They went into a room that was obviously Russ Robertson's study. It was a comfortable, homey spot and Hayley plopped herself down on the leather couch without being invited to do so. She didn't adjust her skirt either when it flopped up to reveal a little more of her slender, slightly tan thighs. She noticed that Russ gave her legs a look as he sat down across from her. So maybe Roger wasn't the only male who liked her youthful sexuality. She wondered just how interested this gangly man with the soft eyes might be when it came to young stuff. She crossed her legs slowly, letting him get a good look at her thighs. Under her tight pullover, her nipples rose to push out the material.
"I guess my mother's been blabbing. There's nothing wrong with me, so we could save a lot of time if... "
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with you."
Russ reached behind him to a small refrigerator, neatly camouflaged as a drawer of his desk. Neato, Hayley thought. He turned and held up a frosty bottle of beer.
"Would you like one of these, Hayley?"
"Why not?" she shrugged. The brew felt good going down. She didn't want to admit it but she liked this guy. At least he was treating her like an adult. She wondered just how adult he thought she was. She turned her shoulders so he could see the profile of her small, softly curved breasts. Sure enough, Russ stared. Inside her Hayley felt a tingle of excitement. She hadn't guessed that a married psychologist would have the slightest interest in his neighbor's teenaged daughter.
"First, let me say that whatever we discuss together will be held in strictest confidence."
He cleared his throat.
"And you don't have to answer any of my questions if you don't feel like it. Okay?"
He smiled again and his eyes flicked down her belly.
"Sounds okay to me."
They both drank their beers. The small amount of alcohol had loosened Hayley up a little. She wasn't having nearly as boring a time as she'd stared out to have. She even found herself looking forward to Russ's first question.
"Do you consider yourself sexually active?"
"Uhh, what did you say?"
"Sexually active," Russ repeated with casual nonchalance. "In other words have you engaged in..."
"Oh! That." In spite of her desire to appear cool and hip, Hayley felt her cheeks grow warm. She nodded and gave a husky, "Yes."
"Have you enjoyed your sexual encounters?"
Hayley swallowed hard. Old Russ Robertson wasn't beating around the bush. She sipped more beer, fighting for time. But his eyes were steady on her. She took a deep breath and let it out.
"Aren't I supposed to enjoy it? I mean, isn't sex supposed to be fun?"
She drank nervously from her beer. Her honesty had made Russ Robertson's smile fade slightly. He got the oddest look in his eyes then and Hayley suspected that she'd hit a nerve.
"Yeah. People are suppose to enjoy it."
He drank his beer down, put the empty bottle on his desk and dug another one from the little refrigerator. His hands shook a little as he opened it. He was sneaking another look at her legs.
"Well God, Mr. Robertson, if you want to look at me, why don't you really have a good long look!"
She jumped up and jerked her skirt up around her waist. She was feeling a little drunk and unexplainably feisty. But Russ's eyes were bugging out of his head. He was staring at the way her nothing little panties clung to her pubes. He made a funny sound in his throat and grabbed his beer like he was going to strangle it. Hayley was feeling a little embarrassed at having flipped out like she had, but now that she'd put her foot in it, she decided to push a little further.
"Do you like me? Do you think I'm pretty?"
"I... I... "
He gave a slow nod. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His eyes looked glazed. Now Hayley began to feel a little scared. But she wasn't going to give an inch. She wanted to get the hell out of here so she could meet Roger down at the market.
Hayley swayed closer to him. She shouldn't have had that beer. But it was fun to tease this poor bastard. She began to wonder if his wife ever let him touch her. He was sure acting weird.
"Hayley!" he gasped suddenly, grabbing her waist. She jerked her skirt back down and tried to backpedal. He hugged her furiously, his hot mouth on her neck. He was shaking like a scared rabbit. But whatever he had in his pants wasn't scared. Hayley could see the swelling and feel the heat as he pressed against her thigh.
"I think I'd better go home now," she said, trying to pry herself loose from his hungry embrace. Russ seemed to be in a trance. He had no intention of letting her get away so easily.
"Russ ... Mr. Robertson ... let me go!"
"Hayley, you smell like heaven! Ohhh God, you lovely little ..."
He growled and tried to kiss her mouth. It was a sloppy, urgent kiss and though she struggled against it, Hayley found her body responding to the man's lust. Her nipples burned against his chest, even through their clothes. And the lump in his pants kept rubbing her tummy as he pulled her down onto the rug. Somehow she twisted her mouth free of his caress.
"Your wife will hear!" Hayley cried.
"She's gone, thank God. We're all alone!"
"Ohhh, ohhhh don't."
The man had dug his fingers into her firm, young ass and was pulling at her skimpy panties. They peeled down her body and when the nylon came free of her pubes it made a sticky sound. She was wetter than she'd thought. The next thing she felt was Russ's hot tongue dividing her cuntlips. Russ licked at her like a starving man. And the slurpy friction was too shudderingly thrilling to ignore. She struggled weakly for another moment or two and then let her trembling fingers untangle from his hair. Then she was petting his hands as Russ pushed them up her heaving belly to find her tits.
"Uhh, uhhhhh Russ! Ohhhh what are you doing to me?"
His tongue found her tight hole and he penetrated her quickly. He licked deep, pushing in and out like he was fucking her. Her muscles tightened against his licking and her juices flooded out hot and free. She was dimly aware of him tugging at the rest of her clothing.
"You beautiful little animal," he groaned, looking hungrily at her bare thighs, her belly, her breasts. Kneeling, he jerked his belt loose and his pants fell. When his skivvies were pulled down too, Hayley cried out. His cock wasn't as thick as Roger's cock but it looked longer. The most astounding thing about it though was the cockhead. It looked like a doorknob! She cringed back a little, her small heels digging at the rug. Russ grabbed her hips and lunged between her coltish legs. His cock bobbed up, slapping against her feverish mound. It made a wet sound as her outer lips gave under the firmness of his tip.
"Nhhooo! Nooo, let me go!"
"Oh God, I need this! I need you! I want you Hayley, want you more than anything!"
Russ pinned her wrists against the rug as he nudged her cunt with his prick tip. He nudged her again, letting his hot glans brush deeper into the velvet wetness of her young crevice. The rubbing was starting to have an effect on her clit. Hayley could feel the hot nub rise from its juicy hood. Then Russ nudged it directly and as the tiny bead of sensitive flesh was pressed down into her cunt, she sucked in a quick breath. Her eyes turned up to see Russ's face lowering to hers. Then he kissed her again and this time she opened her mouth and let him suck her tongue. He moved his hips and her muscled hole stretched out tightly around his throbbing knob.
"Nnnnnhhhhaaahh," she cooed through flared nostrils. She felt that hard, hot thing sliding into her. She felt every inch of it as the tall, slender man moaned with enjoyment and fucked with his hips. The sound was mushy and slick. It was the sound of her pussy being penetrated.
Russ let go of her tongue and she let her head fall weakly to the side. Now he was chewing on her ear, her neck. His hands rubbed pleasure from her breasts as he kneaded the flesh of her bottom.
"Uhhh ... ohhh ... ohhhh, it hurts!"
"You're awful tight. But it's beautiful. Sweet and slick and hot... ohh Christ Hayley, Jesus Christ!"
"... rubber, you don't have a r-r-rubber."
"Hayley, you're mine now. You can come over here all the time ..."
He thrust harder and Hayley arched her back sharply as his prick gouged so deep that she thought she might cough it out of her mouth. He wiggled against her twitching body as his tongue wet her nipples again. She'd never been had so fast and furious as this! Even Roger's expert technique had given her time to think. But Russ was like a starving wolf. He was clutching at her, wetting her with kisses. And all the time his rigid cock speared deeper into her fevered cunt.
"Nhhhaahh, ohhhhh God!" She writhed under him, one sandal slipping from her foot and then the other. Hayley felt her thigh muscles grow tense. It was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to her... it was all happening so fast. Yes, that was it. She didn't have time to think, to think of a way to stop him. The throbbing glans was being wedged deeper into her hole and as it pulled at her insides, hot tremors of lust made her hips squirm wildly. Russ gasped with pleasure at her frenzied movements. "... Hayley honey, oh God, God ..." Without really thinking about it she'd wrapped her arms tightly around his body. And instead of trying to close her thighs like she had at first, she was opening them wider. Letting him probe deeper with the feverish head of his prick. Her juices were flowing steadily too and the added lubrication made his in and out movements sound very sexy.
Hayley remembered from her brief encounters with Roger. She was getting to love that squishy, sliding music of a hard cock moving in and out of her slippery hole.
"Uhhhh, uhhhhnnnnn," she moaned. "Angel baby," the lanky man breathed against her throat. His passion had stirred her up. His frantic need for her had overwhelmed her. Roger had wanted her, too. But this guy, this poor horny bastard seemed to be half crazy with delight. She sensed just how erotic her young, firm flesh must feel to him. She could tell by the way he adored her small tits with his mouth that he was lost in paradise. His fingers touched her adolescent curves like she was made of gold. But Hayley was just flesh and blood. And all this wondrous desire made her want him just as much.
"Russ... ohhhh it's going in me so deep! Ohhhhh Russ... !"
His hands framed her face as he kissed her chin and cheeks and then her mouth. She shuddered like a windblown leaf. Her belly heaved against his. Her heels hooked behind his thighs as she let him have as much of her as he wanted. And he wanted it all! Holding her white asscheeks gingerly in his palms, he moved his hips with a slow, circular rhythm. That swollen tip so deep inside her body bulged even larger. She squeezed back with her dripping cunt. They groaned into each other's mouths. She curled her nails into his back and could feel the rising tension of their lovemaking.
Itchy pleasure shot through her clit and along the inner petals that swam in the juicy mess of her cunt.
"Uhh, uhhhhh!" she whimpered, rubbing the thrills into burning suns of pleasure that played along her thighs and belly and ass. Her body twitched, jerked, plunged faster!
"... Hayley..."
"Russ! Ohhhh it's killing me!"
With a violent heave Hayley pressed her pubes up against his body. Her back was humped down into the against the rug, her head thrown back to reveal her youthful neck. Russ feasted on it like a vampire as he fucked her in a convulsive frenzy of hurried lust. They both cried out together. Hayley could feel her come rising like molten silver inside her. She squealed again and clung to Russ's back.
"Oh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh Russ, I'm coming! Ohhhh Russ, darling ... uhhnnnn!"
Her words turned to garbled babbling as she drooled and bit at his shoulder and squirmed like a snake beneath him. Russ grasped her shm hips and sunk to the hilt. His balls flopped against her ass as he ground as deep as his swollen prick tip would reach.
Hayley could feel her womb being stretched inside her. That feverish knob was pressed against the taut opening to her babymaker! For an instant she felt fear. But there was no time for fear. There was only time for pleasure! With a shuddering whine she let go and her cunt tightened in a spasm of total ecstasy around the tall man's plunging cock.
"Hayley, darling, Hay ... leeeeee!"
He nipped her white shoulder and his body jerked. Inside her Hayley felt the boiling seed spurt out.
"... Nhhhuuuh, whhhaaahhh," she gasped, knowing that something dangerous was happening in the slick heat of her pussy. But the pleasure overwhelmed any sense of danger now. There was no way to stop, no desire to. She kept rubbing and grinding her stretched cunt lips against the hilt of Russ's body. His cock shaft stretched her muscles. A tiny trickle of blood leaked down where the rest of her hymen had been torn. But she never stopped the heaving, writhing madness for an instant. Her mind swam in a glorious paradise of sensuality. She felt the hot clutch of the man on top of her. She felt loved, adored, even worshipped. That and the ecstatic spasms of her cunt around his spurting cock made her sink her teeth into his earlobe and hold on as he thrust and fucked her fourteen-year-old body to another breathtaking climax.
She had almost fainted before the wild loving stopped. She blinked her eyes but couldn't quite focus them. Russ was easing his prick from her cunt now. She felt a dribble of something hot on her thigh. He was kneeling over her, a whitish string of cum oozing from the tip of his cock onto her leg.
"Ohh God, ohhhhh shit!"
She had begun to feel fear now. She sat up weakly and stared down at the white flecks of jizz stuck in her pubic curls. Her poor little hole was slick and swollen, the inner folds pooched out from the furious rubbing they'd had.
She touched a finger lightly to the fevered flesh around her clit. She winced and her shoulders trembled.
"You came inside," she whispered, only just beginning to know what that meant. Russ looked guiltily at her.
"Honey, I didn't want to. I know it was a damned fool thing to do."
"Oh, Jesus Christ, if you knock me up ... "
"Hayley, I wouldn't let you suffer for a single minute. I'd be by your side all the time. I'd marry you if you..."
"I'm just fourteen!" she cried. Her voice was shrill and tense and she tried to get hold of her emotions. She had to think clearly.
"Isn't there something I can do?"
"My wife's douche kit. I think I know where it is." He pulled Hayley up and helped her to the bedroom. She was limping, both hands clasped under her raw cunt to catch the cream that spilled. She couldn't catch it all. As she stood there on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, a white puddle formed by her heel. Glistening streaks of Russ Robertson's cum trickled down her thighs. She started sobbing softly.
"Don't cry Hayley, it breaks me up to see that."
Russ fumbled with a zippered case and extracted the needed equipment. Hayley didn't know the first thing about a douche, so she let him do it all. He made her sit on the closed toilet seat while he eased the long nozzle up into her cunt. She continued to sob as he filled her with the liquid. It trickled out onto the floor, washing his hot cum along with it. It didn't hurt and after two or three times, Hayley felt it was soothing her a little. Maybe she wouldn't get pregnant after all.
And she couldn't get too angry with Russ. He was taking care of her like a worshipful servant. His eyes were full of adoration. He touched her as softly as if she were a new born baby. He was constantly caressing her long hair, petting her thin shoulders. And when at last the douche was over, he put his mouth to her tender cunt and kissed her. Hayley felt like a princess in spite of what had happened.
"You really like me don't you?" she asked, looking at him from under her half-closed lashes.
"I'd do anything you want," he murmured.
Hayley was impressed. She was fourteen and Russ had to be over forty. She had him in her power. There was no doubt about it. And he wasn't a bad looking guy at all. She kind of liked being with him. But she thought of his wife then. It was a little frightening to imagine what Barbara Robertson would do if she found out that her lanky husband had fucked his next door neighbor's teenaged daughter right in his very own study!
Russ helped her back to the small, book-lined room where they'd writhed like animals until both had come. He made her let him dress her. She enjoyed the soft brush of his hands as he gently slipped her panties up against her bottom and put on her dress.
"Isn't there something you need," he asked, rubbing her shoulders, nuzzling her hair.
"Sure, every girl my age needs something."
"Just tell me and you'll have it."
Hayley laughed. "Clothes. That's about all I need."
"You'll have whatever you want."
Russ opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a packet of money. Hayley's eyes went wide as he peeled off five twenty dollar bills and put them neatly in an envelope.
"This is because you're special."
He handed the envelope across. Hayley took it. She didn't know quite what to say. Russ didn't seem to need to hear any thanks from her. He pulled her into his arms and held her so tightly that her tummy quivered. Even after that furious fucking she could feel a spark of desire still working at her.
"I want to know you better," Russ breathed against her ear. "Even better than this. I want to do beautiful, exciting things to your body ..."
"I'd better get back home now," she said.
Hayley needed room to think. She couldn't sort out her emotions, couldn't decide whether she was behaving properly or not. Russ walked her to the door. His long fingers smoothed the flesh of her ass as he bent to kiss her one last time.
"My bedroom is right across from yours," he said with a wry smile. "I've see you getting ready for bed a few times. But you usually remember to close the curtain."
Hayley smiled up at him. "I'll leave it open from now on." She tilted her mouth up to be kissed and felt his tongue tease along her lips. Then she hurried across the lawn and into the safety of her own house. It was after nine, too late to meet Roger. And when she thought about it, she wasn't sure she wanted to see him tonight anyway.
Ann came into the kitchen as Hayley was pouring herself a glass of milk.
"Well, did Russ and you have a nice talk?"
"Yes, Mother, a very nice talk. I'm sorry I raised such a fuss about going. I think you were right after all."
"Oh, darling, I'm so relieved." Ann hugged her from behind. Hayley prayed that she'd wiped all the cum from her body. The stuff had a pretty pungent aroma and she knew her mother would recognize something like that. Hayley touched the envelope that she'd slid into her panties for safe keeping.
"I have been acting a little weird. I guess it's just growing pains. Russ said I can come over whenever I feel like getting something off my chest."
"He's a wonderful man," Ann said, smiling broadly.
Hayley bit her bottom hp and squeezed her milk glass. She was glad that her mother didn't suspect just how wonderful Russ really was. Because in her mind Hayley was thinking of his slender, hot cock and that huge knob that grew at the tip. Her insides still trembled at what that thing had done to her!
"You're shaking, darling. Are you alright?"
"Sure. I'm just tired. I think I'll go up and take a bath."
As she climbed the stairs, Hayley thought of the two grown men who hved on either side of her. Both of them wanted her. Both of them adored her. She was beginning to understand the power her youth and beauty held. Now if she just didn't get pregnant...