Chapter 1
Lisa was one of those sweet young things whose lives seem dedicated to sex. Her career actually started in a small town in Alabama, but the simple process of following the pulsations of her pussy brought her to Washington, where she rubbed elbows—and more delectable portions of her superb body—with politicians, which brought her close to the highest seats of power.
This was no commonplace thing, for in a way of speaking, Lisa, without trying, came close to influencing the decisions of great men, who could, in turn, touch the lives of millions.
There came a time when Lisa, in a jealous fit, spilled the beans about her affair with a top political figure, and the media grabbed it up as the hottest scandal in the country. People read the news in a sweat of excitement and malicious pleasure, living the sex vicariously.
The nation, a cynic might say, got off on the hot stuff that hit the headlines. The President made a speech about morality; columnists wrote that bawdy politicians were going to the fleshpots on the taxpayers' bucks; churchmen told congregations that Lisa and her political paramour were a symptom of moral decay in America.
Lisa became an overnight celebrity, feared by politicos; publishers wanted her life story, and Hollywood wanted her for a film. The FBI got into the act and political heads began to roll.
The curious part of all this is that Lisa, the girl who started this hurricane of scandal, started from a quiet little town in Alabama, totally innocent, quaintly enjoying the pleasure of being a beautiful golden-haired kid in a small town—but a town in which a stud might conspire against its dullness by inventing charmingly depraved games!
Lisa lived with her grandmother, having lost her parents in a typhoon that had flattened her home while she and her brother, little General Lee, were in the back yard.
They went to live with Granny, and with Granny's younger brother, the distinguished Mike Berry, aged forty-nine, who'd just lost his wife and had come to take it easy with his older sister.
There was little to warn the luscious Lisa of the danger of strange men.
So, at the tender age of fourteen, Lisa stumbled into the game of sex when Big Tom, an eighteen-year-old town stud, happened to pass by when she was peeing near a pecan orchard on a quiet road in East Bedelia.
Big Tom might just have kept on going, except for the fact that in her innocence Lisa continued to pee, though he was in plain sight.
This was a town where the natural life was widely lived; still, the sight of a golden blonde of fourteen, straddled to pee, without getting all choked-up, appealed to the instincts—all depraved—of Big Tom. He was called Big Tom, incidentally, because of the size of his tool—a massive hunk of meat to defy description. He was always in a hot stew thinking of ways to gratify the greed of his red one-eyed monster; and to Big Tom's bright, bawdy mind this looked like a suitable moment of pleasure.
He strolled lazily over to the charming, green-eyed blonde Md. "You just reminded me that I need to pee, too." And he whipped out his horse-cock, a thing of size and splendor, partly inflamed by the presence of the girl, and spurted a golden stream, trying for the high arc, aware that it would arouse female envy. The lecherous rascal well knew that girls peed straight down.
Lisa, in astonishment, stared at his impressive organ, which, even half-limp, put her in mind of a stallion's cock.
It's quite a prize thing, she thought, miffed because even from the beginning she had suffered from penis envy.
Her little brother, General Lee, had a tiny pecker, scarcely noticeable; but someday, she imagined, it might grow to this colossal size, a horn of great power.
Her innocent eyes, green as a cat's, clearly showed that she was impressed.
"That felt good, honey," he said.
She said nothing, quite hypnotized by his mammoth meat, which he continued to handle, stroking it with pleasure.
"What are you staring at, kid?"
She just squirmed.
"Big Tom's cock?" He grinned, for he knew it was spectacular. "Would you like to touch Big Tom?"
She nodded, still tongue-tied.
Big Tom was astonished, not able to believe any kid could be this innocent. He suspected for a moment that she was play-acting, but in truth she was not. Her contact with males had been limited to her little brother and Granny's younger brother Mike, who had just came down from Washington. Though Mike had watched the kid grow into a sex darling, he did not dare touch her, mostly because of his wife, now deceased.
But Mike was, to be honest, a horny devil who licked his lips lecherously over this sexy little doll, and toyed with the fantasy of one day teaching her the delicious facts of life.
Aside from Mike, there had been no males for Lisa to learn from other than General Lee, her peewee brother, age twelve, and of no consequence.
So she faced Big Tom's big cock with pure innocent curiosity; it was a physical phenomenon like no other in her experience. When he asked if she wanted to touch it, she nodded, absolutely mute, but tremendously curious. It was such a monster of meat, and it looked irresistible. She had to know what it would feel like, even what it smelled like. Her curiosity rose perhaps from some deep primitive source, an instinct between female and male that existed in all species.
So when Big Tom brought his throbbing tool close to her, she reached out delicately to touch it. Then to hold it. Then to press it firmly, her curiosity insatiable.
Then, to her amazement, this large, limp hunk of meat began to harden and grow in size, getting bigger and bigger. Veins appeared on the long shaft, and the helmet head thrust out rambunctiously and became fiercely red.
She found herself staring at a fiery slab of meat, amazingly hard and long, its monstrous head staring at her with its one eye.
"It's a honey, isn't it?" said Big Tom, for he was proud of his cock, the wonder of three counties. He stared at the golden-haired kid, at the dazed look in her green eyes. She seemed freaked out by his cock, like she had never seen such a fabulous trick in her life. He could tell that she thought of its erecting as one of the seven wonders of the world.
Big Tom figured then he had found a kid who had never seen a big hard cock and would therefore have no idea of sin about it. She would be, in that case, open to any suggestion. Girls like her were rare as hen's teeth, but in the backwoods of Alabama anything was possible.
"If you pay me a nickel," he said craftily, "I'll let you kiss it."
"But I don't have a nickel," Lisa said anxiously. That it cost money to kiss it made it seem more desirable. If she had money, she could have the priceless experience of kissing this pulsing, precious bit of flesh that somehow did crazy things to her.
"I don't have a nickel," she repeated.
Big Tom stared thoughtfully at her. "Well, you look like a nice kid. I may charge you three cents. But that's my rock-bottom price."
Lisa felt a stab of despair. She didn't have a j thin copper, and she felt that she was about to be deprived of the most marvelous experience of her life. Maybe even better than eating tutti-frutti ice cream.
"Please, mister, I'm broke. Can I owe you?" Her hand gripped his cock so hard that it almost hurt. She apparently was scared blue that he might take it away. She was one cream-puff, he thought, a real honeypie, and there was but one thing to do. He looked at her delicious young mouth, with its full lips, a real sweet honey-mouth, and his cock went even harder in juicy anticipation of joy to come.
"Kid, I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "I don't do a credit business."
She groaned a little and gripped his cock harder.
He pretended to do some deep thinking. "Well, seeing like it's your first time, I'll make an exception in your case. I can get two dollars from girls who want not only to kiss it, but to take it in their mouths."
He smiled generously. "Okay, kid. You can kiss it. But only ten times. After that, I'll think about what to do."
Now that he had given her permission to kiss his big fierce-looking cock, she almost froze. A hot surge of excitement flooded her at the idea of making contact with that hot meat. Her breath was short, her eyes opened wide as she brought the big pulsating cock close to her lips. She thought she would faint from the excitement. Her lips touched the hot flesh, and instantly her pussy vibrated like a plucked string.
She trembled, she quivered, she shook with excitement. She held the cock in almost a death grip, for she figured that she was getting this for nothing, and that Big Tom might suddenly change his mind and rip it all away.
So she kissed the head several times, then the shaft, then back to the head again, over and over, her eyes blazing with desire that she couldn't quite understand. There was a great gust of sensations which seemed concentrated in her pussy. She could feel that his spectacular thing was hooked in some strange way to the fluttering of the nerves in her cunt.
"What is this called?" she demanded.
"It's the cock."
"But why does it swell like this?"
"It likes you, kid, that's why."
"I like it, too," she muttered.
And then, noticing that he was being nice to her, she wondered if she could get the two-dollar thing free.
But she had to act crafty, act like it was already arranged.
"I guess I'll take it in my mouth now," she said.
Big Tom frowned at her and scratched his head. Actually, his cock was killing him with lust. He wanted to grab her and stuff his cock into her throat, into her pussy, anywhere, to release the tremendous pressure. He wanted to spout his juice all over her face, but he knew it would be fatal if any hint of his violent lust should appear.
The whole trick was to give her the feeling that she was getting a great buy for nothing, and to hang on fiercely to this idea.
"Well, you know it's a ten-dollar thing. What if you tell the other kids that I let you have it free? It will ruin my business."
Her face went crimson with craving. There could be a chance for her, maybe!
Swiftly she reassured him. "Look, Big Tom, I swear to you, I won't ever tell any kid. Never. Okay?"
He looked at her doubtfully. "Well, you swear that now, but when the chips are down, and the girls start talking, you'll blabber how you got to suck Big Tom's cock—free! Not costing you one thin dime."
"No, Big Tom. I swear no word will ever get by my lips. Please. Please."
He looked at her, drooling to get his cock in her mouth, and almost burst out laughing. It was a comedy, because she was such a spectacular piece of pastry herself.
"Oh, all right. But only if you do a good job. Because once you start to suck, you can't stop until the juice pops out."
"What juice?"
"The good thick cream, the delicious juice of love. It pops out. That's your big thrill. When it pops, you will pop, too."
Lisa's eyes went big with excitement. She could scarcely wait to get that thrilling hunk of meat into her mouth. She practically drooled at the sight of that delicious thick cock. Her lips opened and she took it into her mouth.
The heat and hardness of the cock, its flavor, made her terrifically excited and she held it firmly in her mouth, frightened to death that he might think of the money and pull it away.
She hurriedly began to suck, to get what she could at least, just in ease he did that awful thing. And the more she sucked the more it excited her. It was easily the most freaky experience of her young life. And when Big Tom lowered his pants, so that she could see his halls too, her eyes widened, and she almost stopped sucking, because they looked so fascinating.
"I suppose I'll have to throw my balls in, free. You can lick them now and then," he said.
Swiftly Lisa bent over to lick the round balls with their crinkly skin. They were different, but she licked them vigorously. But then she hurried back to the big fat hot cock, sucking on it hard, to make it pop. She wanted to pop the love cream and taste it, and to check out what it meant for her to pop off.
She held the balls in one hand, and his cock in the other.
"Suck it hard, like a lollypop, to get the cream," he casually suggested.
And she sucked and sucked and sucked, and all the time she felt close to Paradise. She'd never had such fabulous feelings before. She could scarcely stand the suspense.
"When the cream pops, you are allowed to swallow it all. It's full of vitamins, so you ought not let a drop get away," Big Tom advised her.
His voice, studiously cool, never even hinted at his own horrendous excitement. To look down and see this young, fourteen-year-old golden-haired girl with her firm young mouth pulling on his cock, licking at his balls, her green eyes glittering with excitement as she waited for his come! It had to be the biggest turn-on that Big Tom could think of.
He felt the intense suction of her mouth, and felt his cock enlarge mightily, as for one super moment he hung up there, on honey cloud-nine. Leaning forward, he hissed: "Now, it's popping—swallow it!"
With her eyes wide open, the tingles crawling up and down her cunt nerves, she felt the fat head shoot its thick, creamy love juice into her throat.
It was lucky that Big Tom had warned her; otherwise she could easily have strangled on the enormous quantity of spunk that leaped from his squirting cock.
As it was, she managed to get down only part of the cream, while some of it crept over her chin and lips.
"Lick it clean, honey," he advised her.
And she did that, her pink tongue scooping up the cream, bringing it to her throat for swallowing. Meanwhile, she felt funny twinges between her thighs, from where she peed. It puzzled her, and she wondered if the strange pressure in her cunt meant that she had to pee again.
"I haven't popped yet." She was staring at him, disappointed.
Big Tom felt ferociously content. His huge cock had shot its come into the kid's mouth, and it hadn't cost him a nickel. And the kid was a delicious-looking little cunt.
He glanced about. The woods were quiet, and there was a thick scent of honeysuckle. He looked at her firm brown arms and legs, well-shaped and brown as a berry.
"Well, if you didn't pop, then that forces me to lick you until you do," he said solemnly, as if that was the pact.
"You better do that," she said in a tone of complaint.
Then she thought a bit. "Lick what?" she said.
"Why, your cunt," he said.
She stared, "You'll do that?"
"That's where you'll pop, kid."
"You mean, all that love juice?"
"Different. It's a girl's thing. You'll feel it when it happens."
"How will it feel?"
"Like somebody turned on all the electric juice in your cunt," he said.
And he leaned down, casually lifted her dress, and pulled down her panties to expose her young pussy. It had no fuzz, just a plump venus mound and a scarlet wet slit.
Pure cunt, Big Tom thought with fiendish pleasure. And he gently pushed her back, brought his mouth over her pussy and stuck his tongue between the slit.
Within moments, Lisa was ready to climb the walls. His hot tongue piercing her pussy did amazing things to her. She felt fierce quiver?, a craving to threw herself around, a savage desire to push his head into her cunt, to make him plunge his tongue deep into her.
She began to writhe and twist, so that Big Tom had the devil's own time trying to nail her down. He could scarcely keep his tongue in her, and he had to pin her down to get her still. He got his tongue on her clit, and it clobbered her nerves. She had never felt anything like it. She sort of went crazy; she couldn't think clearly, she couldn't act sensibly, she just turned into an exposed sex nerve. What this mysterious stranger was doing turned on all the buttons in her body, and she was going wild.
It was not Big Tom, she somehow realized, that was doing it to her, but something he knew that touched the right buttons. She did not fix on him as some big sex fiend. She figured that any guy could drop his britches and have a horsecock that would harden if she sucked it. And that any guy who put his tongue in her crack would have her climbing the walls. But nonetheless, Lisa felt a surge of gratitude to Big Tom for opening the door to all this devilish, delightful excitement.
As for Big Tom, he was in a state of fierce lust as he licked the fourteen-year-old blonde. His tongue went crazy, thrusting savagely into her young honeypot. He pushed his finger into the notch of her tail, jiggling it gently to give the kid an even greater thrill.
He was drooling with the sheer delight of tongue-fucking this little doll, when suddenly her legs stiffened, and a couple of deep-throated groans came out of her mouth.
He could feel her pussy nerves actually pulsating under his tongue, which gave him a kinky kick, so he stuck his finger deeper into her asshole.
She reached down with a convulsive movement to grab his head and hold it fiercely.
"I popped," she said. "I really popped." And she stared at him as though he was a spaceman from another planet. As if he had descended from Planet X, with a miracle talent to turn on all her electric buttons. She suddenly forgot everything she had been thinking before, how any guy with a horsecock could do these thrilling things. She believed it could only be Big Tom.
"I'm glad that I passed here today; I did a good deed," Big Tom said, all silky and crafty. He hated, of course, to give up a doll like her, and figured, if he played the cards right, he might get a few more blow jobs from her. "I let you eat my banana, and I taught you how to enjoy your pussy. It sure makes me feel good to do nice things for others. I know you appreciated it."
Her head went up and down quickly. "Oh yes, I appreciate it, sir. A terrible, terrible lot. I just hope I can have some money for you next time."
"Well," he said generously, stashing his salami away in his pants, "money isn't everything. If you do a good thing, you feel good. As they say, virtue is its own reward." He stared thoughtfully at a distant tree, as if he were thinking hard. As if he wanted to go on doing good things for his fellow man in the big cruel world. "I'll tell you what. I will be passing by here about this time on Thursday. If you expect to be in the neighborhood, then we might do a few more things, extras. Since we have a friendly no-cash thing going between us, we can just continue it." He glanced at the luscious little golden blonde, and licked his lips.
"Okay," he went on. "I'll be here Thursday, passing through, and if you don't have any money, don't worry about it. I know some rich kids. I'll charge them double. They'll pay for you. In that way, nobody gets cheated. And you get a good time."
He stood up, friendly and smiling. "But I must warn you not to breathe a word about this to anybody. If you do, you'll surely never see me again. And that's a fact."
"I won't tell anyone," she said earnestly. "And next time you pop your juice, I'll bet I won't lose one drop. See if I do."