Chapter 6
Milt Harris held the receiver in his hand for a moment and then set it back on the cradle. He had a bad taste in his mouth after he talked with his wife, Nancy. But Nancy served her purpose. The young boys she brought home loved to fuck her, even though, with her narrow hips and tiny tits, she looked just like a teenager.
He patted his chest absently, searching for the pack of cigarettes he usually carried in his shirt pocket.
But there were no cigarettes. Nor was there any pocket. In point of fact, there wasn't even a shirt.
Milt Harris was naked.
And so was the young girl just finishing up her mysterious preparations for the evening's fun in his bathroom.
He left the phone and went down the short hall to the bathroom door. Through the thin wood paneling, he could hear the gurgle of the sink, and above it the throaty sound of the girl humming to herself. The richness of her voice brought the memory of her nudity strongly into his mind, and he rapped his knuckles against the door.
"Just a minute, honey. I'll be right with you."
"Hurry up," he said. "I'm getting anxious."
"Oh, me too, honey. But I gotta get all kissing sweet before you and me can get started now, don't I?" she laughed.
The sound made him think of her round breasts and flat ass.
"I'll wait in the bedroom," he answered.
"You won't have to wait long," she called back, still laughing.
He went the rest of the way down the hall and into the bedroom. His cigarettes were on the nightstand and he lit one up and pulled the ash tray to within reach as he reclined on the bed.
Nearby, piled on a chair, were her clothes.
Again he thought about the girl in the bathroom, about her lovely body. She had tried to panhandle him outside the hotel. All she had wanted was a lousy dollar, but she had turned him on.
She came into the doorway and stopped. He raised his head a bit to look at her large toothy grin was slashed across her face.
"My, my," she said. "Don't you look ready to go."
He stared at her. She was carrying a glassful of ice cubes in one hand. In the other she held a second glass of faintly steaming water and a washcloth draped over her wrist.
But those weren't the details he noticed.
Her breasts were beautiful. They were small. The areolas were dark pink and took up nearly all the melon-sized tits. Milt knew he could get all of one tit in his mouth, and his cock jumped and throbbed at the thought.
Her hips were very narrow. Her bones were visible as faint protrusions on each side of her flat tummy. She had a spume, sandy mat of cuntal fur. She barely had enough fur to cover her pussy lips.
He wondered. "You're not a virgin, am you, honey?"
She smiled. "Whatta ya think?"
He smiled, fisted his cock, and completed his inspection. Her legs were slender. Her calves were subtly muscled. When his eyes finally came back to her face, her smile had grown. "Like what you're seeing?" she asked.
"Yes," he said.
"There's more and better to come. Wait'll you see me close up."
She crossed the room to the opposite side of the bed, and set the glasses and the washrag down on the table.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"Clean you off with," she said.
"Clean me? I don't get it."
"Well, honey... after all."
He grinned. "Oh."
"Didn't a girl ever do that for you before?"
"Not wash me, no."
"Hum." She made a face. "Well, some girls don't never wash themselves neither. But I ain't like that. I like to be all nice and clean. Then they can kiss me just about any place they want to."
"You mean, eat your pussy?" Milt said. "Yeah."
"Do you like to suck cock?"
"I asked you first."
"I'm bigger than you are."
"I love to suck cock. Most of the time it's better'n fuckin'."
He smiled again. "Then I like to eat pussy."
He wondered how many cocks she had sucked. But it didn't matter. Her body was good.
He rolled away from her until he could reach the ash tray and stubbed out his cigarette. When he dropped onto his back again, she was wringing out the washcloth.
"Well," he said. "There it is. Do it any way you like."
"There you surely are," she said, gazing at him appreciatively. "You don't see cocks like that every day."
"I bet you say that to all the boys," he replied, grinning.
"Oh, no, honey. Only to the men."
She dropped to the bed and folded her calves up under her, edging around until she was kneeling next to him. When she unfolded the washrag and gave it a shake, he felt tiny droplets of warm moisture spatter across his stomach.
Then, suddenly, the washrag touched his cock. He could feel her fingers through the cloth.
"We're gonna have us a whole load of fun," she said, chanting her words in a gusty, sing-song deep inside her throat. "You got all any girl could ask for, and this gal's gonna like it, and some more besides. You'll see, daddy... there's lots in store for you." She looked up at him with mischief in her eyes. "I'm gonna suck your dick till it's so hot and hard it can't help but shoot. Then I'll taste your cum and drink it down. I'll even suck your asshole for you, daddy. You'll like that. You like to have girls suck your asshole."
He listened to her as she went on with a smoking description of the fun she had planned, but he wasn't really paying any attention. The touch of the cloth against him was driving all reason out of his brain. There was nothing for him to do but let the cloth wash against him and let the tingling pleasure mount.
Something changed. He felt a momentary chill, and realized the rag was gone. He was about to open his eyes and look at her when fingers suddenly came to take its place.
Her fingers were slender and warm on his cock but he could sense a surprising strength in them.
His hands moved down to her knees and then back up again until he was cupping her bare buttocks. "You little devil," he laughed, and pulled her to him, grinding his hard cock over her belly.
She slid her hand between them until her fingers combed through his pubic hair. Then they found the root of his cock and curled around it. She squeezed, bringing a satisfying groan to his lips.
"You're big... real big," she said.
"Too big?" he asked.
"Never too big."
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"Anything," she replied. "Everything. Whatever you want." She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. "I've never had one this big before."
"You'll be ready for it," he said.
"I'm ready now," she laughed.
The girl was touching him now with both hands. She crooned on. "Nice honey... sweet honey... all groaning for me... and you're gonna have me, too... you're gonna have me, and I'm gonna have you, and we're gonna have each other."
The hands stopped, the fingers clenched, sending a bolt of pleasure to him. He could feel the faint needling of her fingernails against his buttocks.
"Poor daddy," she said. "You don't have to groan no more. Honey's gonna take care of you... good care of you... starting right now only a minute, daddy, only a second, and this honey's gonna give you all your nature can take."
He opened his eyes. It was difficult to lift his head, and difficult to focus on her, but he managed it somehow. The moment of delight was approaching, and he wanted to see it happen.
He saw her flat buttocks glide along the bed toward him. He saw the tiny weights of her berry-tipped breasts dangle until they grazed along his abdomen and came to rest. He saw the deep color of her fingertips in startling contrast to the pale whiteness of his own flesh.
But most of all, he saw the expression on her face, the direction of her gaze, the voluptuous twisting of her mouth as she moaned.
And he realized she wasn't even talking to him. She was talking to her hands and his cock.
He looked directly up between her thighs and saw the taut slit of her barely furred pussy. "I think I'll just make sure you're ready."
He stroked her tits with his hand as his tongue laved her belly. And then she gasped. His mouth was in her slit, then his lips were pressing against her pussy. It was thrilling, exhilarating, and got even better for her as she felt his tongue part the lips of her vulva.
"Does that feel good?" Milt asked, dropping his face from her crotch.
"Oh yes... yes, it feels sooo good!" she gasped.
His head again parted her thighs, the tongue licking her flesh until it shone. Around and around her thighs he roamed, and then back to her pussy. The hard red tip parted her slit and she could feel the heat of his saliva dribbling into her crack.
"Oh, God!" she screamed, when his tongue drove into her little wet hole and his chin mashed against her clit. Up and down, around and around went his tongue inside her.
She screamed again and bucked downward with her hips. There was a tiny moan of pleasure from her lips and her pussy erupted in a mini-climax.
"Did you come?" he said.
"A little," she replied, unable to move.
The sweet young thing was still moaning and sighing as she reached over and took two ice cubes out of the glass. She popped them into her mouth.
"What's that for?"
"You'll see, daddy," she mumbled, as her head descended toward his upright cock. Her fingers unwound, and spread across his abdomen. He felt her breath.
Then her lips.
She hummed with strange music, her breasts lifted and flattened against him.
He reached out and grabbed at her buttocks, kneading the mounded flesh with his fingertips. She wriggled at his grip.
She bent back to his body and her lips engulfed the head of his cock greedily. She leaned forward, placing her weight on her knees, and ground her face over his prick.
He wanted to fuck... fuck her head, her ass, her cunt. He needed to come. "Suck... suck... suck," he chanted.
With a groan he threw his hips forward as his hands wound themselves in her thick hair. Her head eagerly started to bob and twist in front of him. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew and elongated his cock with a sucking motion.
He looked down at his cock driving in and out of her mouth. She was a good cock sucker. Experience showed in every movement of her head, every inch of her tongue, every touch of her tender fingers.
Then she brought the ice cubes into play. It was wild. It was the kinkiest feeling ever, having the two cold cubes roll around and around the head of his cock.
"Oh, my God... that's wild... wild! I can't tell you what that feels like!" he panted.
She kept sucking.
As his rod slipped deeper into her mouth, he couldn't have held back even if he had tried.
He wanted to come.
She sucked and sucked harder on his meat, his legs became rubbery with the sexual stimulation. His hands slipped to her shoulders for support and the cheeks of his ass tightened into a knot of taut muscle as he hammered his rigid cock into her young face.
She was loving it. Her hands trailed up and held his ass cheeks firmly while she laved his cockhead to finish him.
He cleared his mind and relaxed all his muscles in order to prolong the pleasure. She stayed with it for a few more seconds and then sensed his actions. She pulled her face from his puking meat and took a deep breath.
"What's the matter, baby?" she said. "Don't you want to come?"
"Sure I want to come," he growled, coming slowly out of the world of ecstasy and returning to reality. "But I want to fuck you."
"I can make you come with my mouth. I can swallow it all!"
"Don't hurt me!"
He moved up across her body until his hard meat was pressed against her cunt.
"You're nice and wet," he groaned. "Are you gonna put it inside me?"
"Yes, honey... I'm gonna fuck you," he said. "Ummmmm... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me with your big cock, daddy," she cooed.
He put her legs over his shoulders and bent her double. He moved the head of his massive cock to her parted cuntal lips and gently nudged until it popped inside her.
"I can feel you already," she said, smiling up at him. "You're so big... this is going to be beautiful!"
"I know," he replied, and cased his weight forward. His cock sank easily, in one smooth motion, clear to the hilt in her pussy.
When his pelvic bone hit hers she erupted into a seething mass of sexual frenzy. Her hips strained against his as her legs flew apart and then back together around his body. In seconds she reached another climax. The juice from her little pussy rolled in streams down her buttocks and into the crack between them.
It was good, and it was tight. But it wasn't the ultimate for Milt -- it wasn't the total warmth of the kind of sheath he liked.
It wasn't her asshole.
Milt pulled his prick from her cunt and, before she knew what he was doing, flipped her over onto her elbows and knees. Her little ass gleamed delightfully in the light from the room's single lamp.
"What you doin', daddy?" she cried, sudden fear tilling her eyes as she looked back at him over her shoulder.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he growled.
She smiled. "You like it doggie-fashion, daddy?"
"Yeah," he leered, fingering the taut cheeks of her ass. "I like it doggie-fashion up your little shit-chute."
"What?"
"I said, I'm gonna poke my cock up your asshole, little honey."
"Oh, no, please!" she cried. "It's too big... too fat for there!"
"Yeah, isn't it?" Milt said, as he grabbed her tiny hips and pulled her ass back toward his flopping prick.
"Nooooooo!"
"I wonder if I move hard and fast enough, maybe I could get it into your guts and bloody your squirmy little asshole. Get ready, honey."
She jerked around on the bed, her eyes wide and angry. Her hands were raised in front of her tits. They were curled into claws.
He clamped her hands to her small, big-nippled tits. She cursed him and tried to twist free. Her face contorted into a hating snarl and her knee came rushing up.
Milt rolled out of the way and found himself being attacked by a hundred-pound female tiger.
Her strength was astounding and her will to resist was a flaming need within her, but in about a minute she was on the floor, half on the rug, her taut ass contorted tightly beneath her in apprehension. Her breath came unevenly and there was both hate and humiliation in her staring eyes.
She lurched and twisted and jerked her arms and legs and mapped at him and humped up and down. He held her, easily, because he knew what she was doing. He let her exhaust herself, while he watched with bright, excited eyes. Kneeling there naked over her, he watched her growing weariness, the disintegration of her resistance and the slow collapse of her will. She panted, trying to catch her breath. Neither of them spoke. There wasn't a word as their argument was waged and won.
Milt found a joy, a satisfaction in subjecting her to the humiliation of defeat until she was limp and sweating, staring and pleading helplessly for mercy. She panted and gasped with each breath. Now she was weak, conquered. Her whole body was a combination of fear and nervous, negative anticipation. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes. His hard chest was crushing down on her bare, heaving tits. Her gasping breaths emerged through trembling lips. Her face was red and tear-stained and she was cringing away from him in an agony. And there was no one to whom she could appeal for help.
Milt's hand swung down to reach for her tightly clenched thighs. He yanked, forcing her belly ajar in spite of her strength and her sounds of dismay and humiliation.
Holding her legs well apart with his own, he rushed his hand back up to her tit. His lingers grabbed a handful of one red-tipped mound, blasting her quaking body and staggering mind with a flash of pain and humiliation. His big hand twisted until she emitted the scream he wanted to drag from her.
"Now be still, bitch, or I'll tear it off!"
Her angry, fearful eyes stared at him. Her hands twitched and her fingers curled, but she didn't move them. His eyes and tone had convinced her that if a tit could be ripped off, he'd do it.
"Oh God damn!" she gasped in sudden anger as it really came home to her. Now she knew what would happen. Now, in humiliated defeat and under a threat that left her helpless, she must submit to having her tiny ass fucked.
She watched him move back a little, clutching her tit. She watched his, eyes center on the gaping slash between her buttocks, opened by his hand and held there by his hairy legs. His knees were well apart to hold her open, and for balance.
The smooth pink flesh of her cunt afforded a marvelous vision to the possessed man. And just below, a clearly defined target of soft, coral colored dampness framed by white skin and tendrils of sandy hair.
He wiggled, still clinging to her aching tit. His anxious prick poised just at the opening of that pulsing hole. He wondered what had ever pierced it, what she had ever felt up her... if anything or anyone. The moist warm hole trembled in fearful anticipation as he reached down with one hand.
He used his fingers to guide his cock straight into her clenching asshole.
He had only paused a second to part the cheeks, dampened with sweat and the helpless, excited secretions seeping from the gaping cavern of her cunt.
"No... PLEASE! For God's sake, don't do it... PLEASE! I HATE IT!" she screamed, as the knob of his big cock popped through the clenched opening of her anus.
He lunged and she spat into his face.
"Oh, shit," he hissed, "this is gonna be so fucking good! Take it... take it all, you little bitch!"
Then he gasped as his cock started sliding in easily. The smooth tunnel of slippery heat flowered open for his entry, accepting his length and breadth with little resistance. It seemed to welcome him, clamping him tightly all around the cockshaft. It seemed to suck at him, as if delighting in holding his prick a helpless prisoner. His hands leaped to her slim hips to grasp and pull as he slid on into her. Freed of his grip, her breast trembled.
Then both her tight small tits were crushed by his weight, forcing them to bulge out of either side like crushed little white balloons. Tight ridges of straining taut flesh with spearing hard tips so firm and long he could feel them against his chest.
He rammed hard. He thrust his hot pole forcefully into her ass, all the way into her bowels, spearing into its depths effortlessly and rushing all the way into the heated inner reaches of her grasping pussy.
Her mouth dribbled muffled little sobs of protest that immediately became total subjection. Her lowly body twisted against his. She breathed heavily, gasping. Her writhing and twisting was now automatic, no longer a frantic effort to escape. She was sobbing in pain, even though she had not been a virgin there.
Milt fucked her ass like a madman. He pumped his hips to give her every inner surface a jolting swipe with his rocky hardness. He drilled his big cock in and out of her precious asshole, smacking her lightly-furred twat mound with his hard pelvic bone. He cannoned his prick again and again into the burning hollow of her butt. She sucked in her rippling belly, biting her lower lip as he skewered her.
The girl stared up at him with glazed eyes. Her calves tensed automatically to push herself up with savage strength, trying to hurt him. In Milt's book, that was called cooperation from a good partner. Hot warmth took him, and he smiled at her.
It didn't take long. He was too aroused, and she was magnificently tight inside. Her agitated asshole wasn't designed to prolong his erection, no matter what she wanted, but to squeeze him tight and milk him dry. It did, and her feverish inner walls contracted and opened and contracted again as he spurted far up the throbbing passage. He groaned and pound himself onto her helpless, supine body.
At last it was over. He was empty, and his deflated prick withdrew slowly from her sodden, ravaged bunghole.
She was limp as he rose to his knees, and she allowed herself to be turned over like a doll onto her stomach, wincing as he sank down onto her thighs.
At that moment the telephone on the nightstand jangled.
"Hello. Oh, hi there, Ken. You can both make it up for the weekend? Good, that's good."
He replaced the receiver and thought of Ken and Lisa. Jesus, would Nancy ever have fun with Lisa.
Then his attention returned to the girl on the floor. He sat down in front of her face and pulled her head into his lap.
"You sadistic bastard," she whimpered. "Yes, that's right," he said, nodding. "Now suck my cock hard again. This time I'll give YOU what you want. I'll pour a load in your mouth."