Chapter 2
The Lisa who came back home was dramatically different from the innocent kid who had left. She had learned a few lurid things about the anatomy of the male, and she suddenly found her little brother and her uncle Mike uncommonly fascinating.
It was cock that made them special, and if she had any good sense, she thought, from now on she would treat them with special favor.
A cock is a thing of joy, she figured. She stared with new interest at General Lee, now twelve, and was quite disappointed at the tiny hunk of meat that hung between his legs. She also stole a few glances at Mike, noting with fascination that he seemed to have a lot of meat lurking there.
But he was forty-nine and she only fourteen, which made him superannuated, even though he didn't look worn-out. He looked in fact though, sinewy and rugged because of his outdoor sports. She would make a point of being nicer to him.
But right now she had other fish to fry, for it was Wednesday night, the night before Big Tom. The idea of seeing him again excited her so much that her sleep was stormy and weird. Her dream focused on his huge, joyous, throbbing club, which towered big and powerful in front of her. She was trying, in the dream, to get a firm grip on the monster, but it slithered away like a thick snake. She grabbed it with both hands to hold it still, so that she could finally get her mouth around it. Her heart pounded like a hammer as she began to suck on it, but no matter how fiercely she sucked nothing happened. She was just about to give up when finally the cock went off, pouring cream in gallons into her mouth as Big Tom kept urging her to swallow it all! She tried bravely, but it was hopeless, for the stuff thickened like vanilla frosted ice cream. She thought it would choke her until Big Tom, out of pity, finally pulled his cock out and patted her head.
"You tried, kid, but I'm too much for you. I'll have to get me a grown-up girl. Your mouth is too little."
Poor Lisa was horrified at the thought, and implored him, but he just smiled and went off down the road. She woke in a cold sweat because he had drifted off without licking her pussy. She felt he had done her a deadly wrong. She hated him!
The dream faded out during the day, and when later, at the peach orchard, she saw him lumbering down the road, his jeans packed tight—for even at that distance she could see his heavy bunch-up—he made her throat ache with yearning.
He had said, she remembered, that they might do a few extra things. She couldn't for the life of her imagine what. Her idea of sex at this time was for the male to plunge his cock in her mouth, and stick his tongue in her pussy, wiggling them around until something popped.
To Lisa, the beautiful thing was the popping. It was then that you touched the stars. To pop off was the big-time human experience, she figured.
Until this time Lisa had never had an intense experience. Her life had been a monotonous unrolling of days, one much like the other. She played games in the yard with Little General Lee, who was mostly a pain, or by herself, having all sorts of innocent fantasies.
But she had never had any intense experiences, so her first and most earth-shaking one was what happened to her body when Big Tom unleashed his lumbering hunk of meat, for it had triggered off the most amazing feelings in her cunt.
It was impossible to dream such a thing could happen, and she felt that now, she was just on the edge of life and all its fun. You could have great fun in the world, if you just got you a male, and played with his cock. That, in short, was Lisa's philosophy of life, formed by her dramatic first experience with Big Tom.
He was now coming down the road, and the excitement inside her was so overpowering that she could hardly breathe. Her pussy was already tingling in a strange way, with the hurt of expectation. It was craving something, to be touched, to be caressed, to be licked, to be violated somehow.
Big Tom, in her eyes, was not a person, unique in any way, but a symbol of cock, the most pleasurable instrument ever invented on earth.
As for Big Tom, the sight of the golden-haired kid hanging around the side of the road, a weed stuck behind her ear, her brown shapely legs showing under her gingham dress, her young sharp tits pushing out, made his big cock sleepily come alive.
He had made up his mind to poke her in the cunt with his cock this time, come what may. He figured that the scene was too good to be true, and that shortly it would all explode somehow. They would be discovered, she might drop the wrong word, anything could happen; then the bubble would burst, and it would be over.
So this time he was keen on creasing her cunt with his cock—cherry-busting in short—because he would probably never have the chance again.
He could see from her eager face that she had kept her word and not spilled the beans yet. Well, why should she? Up to now, she had it easy. But when he busted her cherry, there could be no telling what would happen then. She might bleed up a storm, she might yell for old glory, or she might act smooth and easy, and take it great.
But he had to figure that he had a huge man-sized cock, and she was still a young cherry with a tight cunt. It would be no picnic for her, the first time. But for him, it would be a bit of Paradise, a great turn-on, a blast of fun. When you fired your cock into a hot young cherry, it was almost a once-in-a-lifetime shot. After all, how many cherries did you bust, if you thought about it?
Big Tom, who was a connoisseur of cunt, actually could count on one hand the cherries he had busted—maybe five altogether. Lisa might be number six, if he could penetrate her.
He drooled a bit at the sight of all that chastity, all that luscious innocence, that he had already taught to suck his fat cock. It amused him to recall how quickly she had cottoned to the blow job, like she was a natural. She would ultimately be a sweet sack job, he figured. She was born to the fuck and suck syndrome, enjoyed it, looked forward to it as the great joyride of life.
He realized that the kid already found sex kicky, and would be an eager kitten for any and all sex games. Today, his lesson would be how to take a cock in the cunt, after you have taken it in the mouth. He would heat her up a bit, so that she would lust for it.
Once you had their passions up, they never stopped until the big Come!
"Hiya, honey. You look great." And she did, for she had those green cat eyes, and the golden hair, and the pretty face, and all the features put together perfectly, and a full sensual mouth that Tom could now visualize around his thick cock.
She's born to suck, he grinned to himself.
"Thank you," she said, thrilled that he responded to her looks. Until now, she had never paid much attention to what she looked like, because she just didn't live in a world where it was important to look good. But she had great looks, a fact that the world would take note of later.
He led her over to the deep grass, far out of the sight of the road and of any curious passing eyes. There they flopped down, very close to each other.
Her dress came up around her thighs, but she didn't bother to cover them. She stared at his groin, where that great hunk of meat nestled. That was her pleasure, that immense cock, which she already craved to get into her mouth, so that her cunt could turn on.
"Did you talk to anyone about us, Lisa?" he asked nonchalantly, lighting up a cigarette, because he thought smoking made him look sophisticated.
"Nope, not a word to anyone." She felt a bit anxious, wondering if he had gotten to the rich kids, so that he wouldn't make an issue of money. She never got a dime for goodies in those days, and she worried that he might feel more commercial today, and backtrack on his offer of free love.
But he looked friendly and kind. He was, she thought, one really nice guy, who liked to do generous things for others. A nice guy.
"I was lucky. I ran into a couple of richies. And they didn't mind paying extra money. They like my cock."
And saying this, he brought out his big thing, still semi-relaxed and looking very much like a fat limp snake. It put her in mind of the dream, making her nervous.
She felt, in fact, conflicting feelings—a sudden urge to go toward the monster and caress him, and a fear that it would, as in her dream, pour out so much love cream that she wouldn't be able to guzzle it all down, and that Big Tom, in disappointment, would be forced to find himself a grown-up girl instead.
She stared at its bigness, at its curve, like a banana, but smooth and pink, with the dangling crinkled balls.
"It won't cost you a red-cent. Glad, kid?"
"I sure am, Big Tom," she said, grateful for his immense kindness.
"Drop your panties, so I can look at your pussy."
Lisa was enchanted, because maybe he might do the thing he did last time, lick her and give her the big blast-off. So, with a quick motion, she pulled down her panties and lifted her gingham dress, so he could see her pretty little cunt.
The sight of that luscious slit, with its pack of soft meat, the Venus mound, and soft golden fuzz just beginning to peep out, turned Tom on.
His cock lifted and started to swell, and to Lisa's amazement it got all ferocious-looking and red. That baffled her, for she thought she had to suck it for it to turn on like that. It confused her, since apparently it had happened just because she had showed off her pussy. She began to wonder if Tom got excited at the sight of her cunt as much as she got excited at sight of his cock.
That would be an interesting development.
But she wasn't sure.
"Look at your cock," she said, unaware that he knew perfectly well what was happening to his cock. The mere sight of her pussy alerted the cock, filling it with a lust to violate the cunt. That was always the desire of cock, to pierce the pussy and whip it to death. But Tom knew that she didn't know that yet, and he hated for her to find out too quickly.
"It's your mouth," he said. "My cock has been craving for you to put your mouth over him. He loves to feel the warmth of your mouth, and to be sucked. And he's already expecting it. So you might as well give him a few heavy suckings."
And he lifted his cock toward her face.
She could not have asked for anything better at this moment, for her whole craving was to get his meat in her mouth, to feel the hard-muscled flesh against her tongue and throat.
So she bent forward and put her mouth over the head of it, and an overpowering sensation of pleasure streaked through her. She instantly began to pull her mouth over the head, and work her tongue under it, and suck fiendishly hard on it, as if she had been rehearsing how to do an even better job than she had done the last time.
She just felt it so perfectly natural to have that meat in her mouth, felt as if the world had just been put in its right place. Cock is the joystick of the world, she was thinking as she sucked on it, feeling such great tingles in her cunt, over and over.
She coupled her cocksucking to the tingles in her cunt, and knew that until she did this thing, her cunt just lay there, quiet and dull. But the moment she had his huge throbbing giant monster of flesh in her mouth, the crazy things happened in her pussy.
You always gotta suck cock, she told herself, to get fun out of living. You gotta find yourself cocks everywhere you go, and lick on them; then you'll turn on. It's like electric buttons going off in your pussy, when you do that!
Big Tom just lay back against the tree and watched her work on his cock with amazement. She sucked hard on the head, then licked along the shaft, all the way to the hilt. Then she took his balls in her mouth, licking on them gently, holding them in her hands; then she went back to the bulb of his cock, and worked her mouth there with a hard sucking motion.
It was a spectacular cocksucking, Big Tom had to admit to himself, and she was born for it. But he wasn't quite ready to blast his cream into her mouth, for he had other ideas.
"Let's lick each other, honey," he said, and went down to her pussy, while she still worked on his cock.
She had no idea what he intended, and she was so involved in the violent sucking of his cock that it started her to feel his tongue in her pussy. She paused for a moment, holding his prick in her mouth.
"Keep sucking, honey," he told her, and he went back to her pussy, spreading it to get his tongue in deeper. He wanted to build a hot fire in her cunt, to get it so hot that she couldn't fight off his intent to fuck her.
He played with her clit, and could feel her stiffening as he licked at it. He pulled away, then got his finger into her cunt, and pushed to see how far he could penetrate.
He hit the hymen shortly, and realized he was really going to have a job to bust that skin and get to the juicy depths of her cunt.
The mere thought of it made his cock harden even more, and he pulled it from her greedy mouth. She fought against its being taken away, as if she had just been deprived of a delicious popsicle.
She thought for one horrible moment that now that he had gotten her into this agonized state of craving, he would ask for money! She would go into a terrible rage if he did that, she thought.
But instead, he turned her around and unzipped the back of her dress, then lifted it off her, so that she was naked now. He took off his shirt and dropped his jeans, and she could see his muscular body. She loved the hair on his chest, and his slender hips. He looked very male, and she found it fascinating. She remembered that he wanted to do something extra this time, and wondered what it would be.
"We are going to fuck now," he said.
"What's that?"
"I'm going to stick my cock in your cunt."
"What!" Her eyes opened in amazement. Was he crazy? How could he ever get that immense, great hunk of meat into her little crack of a cunt?
"Sure! That's the way people fuck. Cock into cunt. Oh, it won't be easy the first time, I promise you, but once I open you up, you'll pop off so great you'll wish it would go on forever!"
She was thrilled at his words, even though her common sense told her that he would never get that monster cock into her small slit. "Look, that thing of yours will hurt me. It could destroy me. You know that."
"No, no. The cunt was designed for the cock. It stretches so that it can take it. How else do you suppose people fuck? Everyone in the world fucks. And the girl starts out being small, until the guy opens her wide. Then when he slides his cock into her, she turns on. It's like all the electric juice in the world has suddenly turned on for her."
"You mean, it will make me pop off?"
"Oh, many times, not just once!"
Her heart leaped in excitement. Her pulse thudded. Her cunt began to moisten. "Then let's do it."
He pushed her down and got on top of her, then brought his giant cock to her slit.
"Oh, it's going to hurt, but hurt real good for you. Like a bit of heaven and hell, as they put it."
"Okay," she said, eager for the experience.
He laughed, "I'm going to put the devil into hell."
She smiled, her cunt throbbing instinctively as it waited for the thick flesh to enter.
She did feel that it was right that he would penetrate her with his cock, for weren't they designed for each other? She had a hole, and he had a pole, and they had to blend together.
Big Tom their stroked her body, put his mouth over her tit, and began to suck on it, making strange new tingles streak through her body. Meanwhile, he kept rubbing the huge end of his cock against her slit, digging it gradually deeper, until finally he stopped sucking her tit to concentrate on the thrust of his cock. He could see that he had stretched her pussy with his thick salami, but that she could absorb it. However, it was just the head that was in; most of his giant cock was still outside.
He wondered just how much of his meat he could stab her with before she let loose with how-lings of horror. He did know his cock was a mammoth slab of meat, and that her pussy was still straight and narrow, a cherry cunt, with its hymen still unbroken. His job was to jab through that without her waking up the county by yelling.
"Now look, missy pussy, I'm going to push this thing in you, and it's gonna give you a bit of hurt—not much, because a lot of it will be pleasure. But we gotta break your cherry, so you can do the real fucking, so I can bury this meat into your cunt, for the big thrill. That's what you want, isn't it—the pop-off, the big come!"
But Lisa was already in a state of petrified agony-bliss. His huge cock had already gone to places she had never dreamed of, and it was already shooting off nerves, making her want to crawl up the walls, if there had been any.
He soon hit the hymen, and it hurt her terribly, but she never breathed a word, because he had told her that she had to go through it to get to the ecstasy.
She craved his cock in her, deep as it could go. It was her instinct to absorb this magic, marvelous instrument of pleasure. She felt that nature had designed her to get it inside her, and that somehow she would do it, and she would endure whatever pain there was until it happened.
Her whole body tingled with the thrill of feeling herself fulfilled as nature intended, with his cock in her cunt. She glanced down and saw that most of that big club of meat was still sticking out of her.
He was moving part of it in and out of her, and every time it left her cunt a deep feeling of misery went through her, a craving for its return, because she just felt empty without his cock. It belonged in there, nestling inside her, in the warmth, throbbing and twisting and poking into her.
He had spread her thighs to their widest now, and put his hands behind the cheeks of her ass and he was pushing and pushing, grunting a bit with the effort, swearing a little under his breath, He was hitting the block, yet feeling it stretching more and more before his prodding.
It would happen soon, he felt, and his spirits jumped just the way his cock did as it pummeled against the block, again and again. And now he held her firmly and pulled back for one long, hard thrust—and finally felt his cock break through, felt the gush of warmth around the head!
He had crashed through!
And she grunted. A grunt of pain and pleasure, aware that the worst was over now, aware that she was now open to take as much as she could of his monster meat.
He started gently and delicately to snake through the opening, feeling the flesh separate before his thrusting, as he dug deeper and deeper into the hot wet cunt that grabbed firmly at his cock.
He looked down to see the big red thick prick almost three-quarters of the way into her sweet little cunt! How did it happen that little cunts could always somehow swallow big cocks? It was one of the cosmic puzzles of the world to Big Tom, who had seen it happen again and again. It made him despair sometimes of his male superiority. No matter what kind of a big stiff hard-on you started out with, once you sank it into the hot cunt you somehow got defeated, because afterward you brought out that proud big cock in a shriveled, squeezed-out, miserable state. And the cunt still hung in there, unchanged! It took the best you had, and turned you back all hacked-down!
But Big Tom was now riding high, for he had blasted through the kid's cherry; her cunt had opened up to take his proud cock, and was sucking at it in a way that would soon make him pour his juices out.
He would spill his cream in her, then slump down, all exhausted, and pull out his prick, dead and shriveled! So, no matter how much the guy thought he was sticking it to the girl, somehow they made you pay! They destroyed your dick. Still, the miracle of nature was such that it was just a temporary knockdown, because soon the dick resurrected again. It came up, in all its glory, to play again the comedy of destruction and death in the cunt.
Big Tom shook his head, thinking of all this, even as he kept trying to push the rest of his giant meat into the slender little cunt, amazed to see how much of it got swallowed up.
She was a slender, young girl of fourteen, but there was no doubt that her cunt could swallow his great cock!
He grunted as he pushed for the last inch, and then his cock was sunk to the hilt inside her body, tightly encircled by her hot, searing flesh.
He rested from his labors, deep inside her, sighing with the joy of achievement, feeling the bloody wet warmth around his cock. He glanced at her face, to see how she was taking it.
Her face looked as pained as if she had been nailed to the cross—but her eyes were glowing with some holy ecstasy, as if she had discovered the joys of heaven.
And in the mind of young Lisa, it was true. She had discovered the dynamite joys of the flesh, the delicious pleasure of the fuck. She had suddenly discovered that her cunt was not meant just for peeing, but for this amazing trick of gulping down the cock of the male!
That had to be the big turn-on of life. Little Lisa, up to this time, had never found any in life terribly exciting, though when she looked up at the summer sky at night, and had seen the bright planets, sometimes, sailing in deep dark space, she had wondered a bit about life and its mystery.
But this—this experience of feeling the huge cock of the male deep in the pit of her being, moving like some marvelous instrument in her pussy, awakening the sleeping nerves inside her, sending out waves of pleasure that she had never dreamed existed, feeling the tension building toward some unbearable sharp climax—that was being alive! That was fitting in with the whole scheme of nature, moving with the rhythm of the world.
Lisa had discovered sex, in short, and it was a cosmic discovery for her, not just a new experience to be taken in stride. To Lisa, the discovery of the fuck was the discovery of the universe, of the meaning of why she was born. She was born to fuck! And anything that blocked that would have to get out of the way!
She grabbed Big Tom's body and held it tightly so it would not leave her, for her instinct told her that he had to move his great thing in her until they popped, until he shot his load of cream into her pussy, until she went over the top and zonked out from the great waves of joy in her cunt!
Big Tom, although pretty sophisticated about young pussies, was stunned at the way Lisa took on. She was a pure sex animal, he thought. She loved to fuck. She had grabbed him and was moving her body with clever wisdom against his great cock, rubbing on it with the craftsmanship of an experienced hooker. She had this instant talent built into her, even though this was her first fuck! It was baffling to him that she could move like this, and if he hadn't just busted her cherry, he would have assumed her to be a tart with a world of experience in the art of fucking.
She made her cunt suck up against his cock, riding it, squeezing on it, pulling it, until before long there was no holding back; his cock swelled to monstrous size and gushed out its juices, one spurt after another pouring into her savaged cunt.
And then, to his astonishment, he heard her give out a loud screech as she went into her own orgasm, one wave after another. Her eyes went wild, staring, shocked beyond all expectation by what was happening to her body. She wanted to scream, to pound him, to twist her body like a whirling dervish as the waves of agonizing pleasure tore through her flesh. It was a jolting, jumping, joyous experience that made her fall madly in love with fucking forever!
At fourteen, Lisa had discovered what having a cunt meant. She would, from them on, conspire to get a cock into her cunt, one way or another.
It was a shortcut to Paradise for her.
As for Big Tom, he was all torn up by her behavior. Somehow he felt that she had won, and he had placed second, even though he had copped the cherry of this fourteen-year-old blonde doll!
Because though she came away from him, grateful for his cock, grateful for learning that a fuck could do such terrific tricks to her pussy, she knew instantly that it was not just Big Tom's cock, but any cock that could do it.
Cock, that was the feast for her, and she would go after it, find it and get her kicks out of life.
There was for Lisa, then, no way to live without having her cunt turned on with cock.
Though later she picked up a few refinements, when she discovered that the tongue of a woman could sometimes be a shortcut to Paradise, too.
All this, of course, lurked in her future. And she could hardly wait for it to begin!