Chapter 4
Lisa was in a state of super-delight. The turn-on had hit her cunt just as his love juice hit her throat, as though there was an invisible connection.
The nerves of her pussy quivered like the strings of a harp, and an exquisite lightness pervaded her body. She felt again, as she had with Big Tom, that she had made contact with the center of the world, and with the meaning of her life.
She lay back in a dreamy state, her eyes on Uncle Mike, who had slipped into a swift forty winks.
She looked at his cock, now curled and limp almost like a withered flower. She had beaten the proud flesh into this pitiful state. She had taken this lusty hunk of meat and pounded it into submission. Oh, it would come alive again, all flaming-red and rioting, but she would tame it. That was what she was born to do, Lisa decided—to tame the torrid cock.
She smiled, thinking that the male was just a tool for the female. The female always came out best, because she left the male in that beaten and blasted state symbolized by Mike's cock.
These ideas drifted lazily through Lisa's head as she lay back and waited for Mike to come alive again. She figured that he would not be a one-shot guy, who just popped his cork and then went dead for the day. He looked too vigorous for that, though she figured that some men could be too old for a fast comeback; she should be careful about men who looked grey and decrepit.
But actually, Lisa rather liked the older male, probably because she'd lost her father so fast, and needed someone to step into his shoes, psychologically speaking. This was probably one reason why later, in Washington, she was to couple so easily with older political figures: they were father symbols; and also they reminded her, in a vague way, of Uncle Mike.
Lying there, her cunt still quivering with lust just because a male body was close-by, she waited, happy in the thought that shortly Uncle Mike would pick up where he left off.
So she watched a butterfly, all yellow and crazy, darting around without rhyme or reason, and smelled all the delicious scents of summer, until Uncle Mike opened his eyes to find that the delicious young girl was still alongside him, her perfect body quite naked in the shade of the big oak.
He glanced at her cunt, still moist from love's nectar, and his cock started to pump up slowly.
He put his hands behind his head and said, "Lisa, what are you planning to do with your life?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought about it, Uncle Mike."
"Well, honey, you're too good to waste in this small town. After you get out of school, I'll give you an introduction to some of the big wheels that I knew in Washington. You might have a good time up there."
"I don't know. What would I do? I probably won't know too much. You know me, Uncle. I'm not much of a student. And I don't learn new things fast."
He grinned. "Well, you learn some things plenty fast, I think. We'll see how it goes. After all, you may not have to be too talented to make it in Washington, Plenty of deadbeats up there feeding at the public trough."
She laughed. "I guess Washington is no different from plenty of other towns,"
He smiled. "You have the proper cynical view of human nature, Lisa. Don't ever lose it. Unfortunately, in the big world, you'll find that people are selfish, lazy, and pleasure-loving. They'll only do something for you if they think you will do more for them. Sadly, that's the way that things work out. Don't ever forget it, either. And keep an extra eye on guys. They'll always want to ruin you. Young guys will want to rape and ravage and deflower you. Old guys will want to seduce and exploit you. That's the way the male operates in this wicked world."
Lisa listened to him with amazement. She had no idea that men were like that. Take Big Tom, for example. All that had happened between them had given her nothing but ecstasy. She had never tasted such bliss until he brought his great cock into her life.
And just now, Uncle Mike had also lifted her to heaven. Why, therefore, was he warning her about men? It made no sense. She wanted cock. Cock meant bliss to her, and if they wanted to push it in her direction, she would know exactly what to do with it. Her life, until she had met cock, had been nothing but total boredom, one boring day after another. What turned everything on for her was the male prick. Why should she listen to Uncle Mike? Oh, he had some experience, of course, but his experience was that of a male. Maybe he was jealous, and didn't want her to be looking out for other cocks. Could that be the reason for his warnings?
She would listen to her female heart, which she felt had more wisdom.
So she smiled and said, "Uncle Mike, you have been in the big world and know all about it. I guess there must be wonderful adventures out there for someone like me. I have lived a very tame life here in Bedelia, Alabama, and I'd hate to think that the rest of my life was going to be as dull."
"Oh, things won't be dull for you in Washington, I tell you that. Although it's supposed to be the center of politics, there is another level that most people don't know about. The seamy side, the sexy side." He grinned. "After all, politicians are guys, just like the rest of us. They get hard cocks, and need to find a target for them. They are human, after all. And that means they can be sexy and wicked, and fascinated by pretty young cunts." He smiled and stroked her naked flat tummy.
"In a couple of years, honey, you would drive them wild, absolutely wild! But don't rush it, honey."
Lisa thought about it She was now fourteen, sort of a new-minted cunt, with all her sex zones sensitized and starting to operate full-time. In a couple of years she'd be sixteen, and would look at least two years older with lipstick. It might be a good time to get up there and look at the wicked world. She would think about it.
"You know, Lisa, my secretary is coming down here for a visit. Greta knows Washington just as well as anyone, and will give you the inside story. You'll like ol' Greta."
But instead Lisa instantly felt jealous, for she sensed that Greta meant sex to Uncle Mike. It was the way he smiled when he mentioned her name. She wondered what sort of things had gone on between them. Some far-out things, she guessed, judging by his secret, dirty grin, for he was obviously seeing something smutty in his head.
To hell with Greta, Lisa thought, and possessively put her hand on his cock, which had stiffened with passion—probably from thinking about Greta, she thought viciously.
She squeezed his tool, which made him glance at her sharply. "What the hell! Handle that easy, kid!"
She glowered at him, and squeezed his cock again. He realized then that she was feeling jealousy about Greta. He grabbed her tit and squeezed it, pumping it until the nipple thrust out, so that he could get his mouth over it. He bit gently on it with his teeth, then sucked it.
She squeezed his cock some more, aware of the excitement of the struggle with the male body. It set off funny tingles all through her as she made contact with his flesh. He grabbed her body and squeezed her to him, but she wouldn't relinquish the cock in her hand.
Annoyed at her stubbornness, he climbed to his knees, forcing her to release him, then crouched over her and shoved his cock at her mouth.
"Now give it a couple of licks, or I'll whack your ass, you saucy little bitch!"
"No," she said, absolutely delighted by the idea of combat with him, wondering what would happen if she resisted him. "No. And what are you going to do about it?"
He grabbed her luscious young body and turned it over, so that her plump ass faced him, white, young and marvelously shaped. He brought his hand back and slapped it.
"Ouch!" she cried in astonishment.
Mike was delighted at the sensation, and whacked her ass again—several times, in fact; and each slap made his cock jump a bit, for he gloried in the impact of his hand on her plump ass, and the feeling of her cunt grinding against his thick, thoroughly aroused cock as he held her across his lap.
It was great, slapping a sweet young ass like hers.
"Oh, you're a louse, a real louse," she wailed at him, and her nails bit into the flesh of his calf.
"That's it," he said. "Now I'm going to fuck you in the ass for that!"
And he slid her onto her stomach, got behind her, spread the cheeks of her ass, and pointed his cock at her rosebud hole.
She was totally astonished, disbelieving, and amazed that anyone would think of such a thing. She had a tiny asshole, and he had a thick lusty cock. How could he ever pierce there?
He had moistened his cockhead by placing it just inside her wet pussy, for she had been creaming from his ass-slapping. For some reason, it had released a whole new kind of passion in her, and her cunt had creamed. She was ready for violation, but instead of ramming his cock into her cunt, as she had anticipated, he was aiming at her butt. Was it right? Why did he do this? He was punishing her. It would hurt; it would destroy her, surely! And yet, she knew him well enough to suspect that it was a game, and that it would turn out to be pleasure, somehow.
Then she felt his prick poke at her tail, and start to inch its way inside, moving not violently, but easily, smoothly, wiggling from side to side, working itself in gradually.
She was fiercely tight, of course, and her sphincter muscle had to be opened. That hurt, oh, how it hurt, and she was ready to yell her head off, when his thrust suddenly went past it, into the warm moisture beyond, and suddenly she felt herself all pumped-up with cock, and turned-on to a whole mass of pleasure nerves that she had never suspected existed in her!
She groaned and grasped the earth with her fingers, ripping into the grass as she experienced the agony and the ecstasy, for he kept shoveling his cock in, more and more, deeper and deeper, and she thought he was going to blast his way through her!
But the ecstasy was marvelous, especially, when he finally got all the way inside her, and she could feel his balls pressing against the mounds of her ass.
Oh, she thought, this is the best!
She felt his meat move in and out of her. He had grabbed her buttocks for leverage, and the tenseness of his grip, and the sounds that he made, gave her more than a hint of the horrendous excitement he was feeling.
"Oh lordy, lordy," he kept muttering as he drove his cock in and out of her asshole. The tightness and tautness of that circle of flesh that grasped his cock was giving him the most excruciating sensations. This was a top fuck, he realized, one of the best in a life dedicated to the delicate depravities of sexual coupling.
He could feel the skin on his body rise in goose-bumps out of sheer devastating delight as his fierce cock pierced that young asshole. And now her ass began to ride up and down over his meat! The kid had a positive talent, and instinctively knew how to adapt her body to the subtle joys of fucking.
He couldn't help speculating how, even at such a time, how some females turned the sex encounter into pure ecstasy, and some were just plain assholes who didn't know how to use their bodies to maximize the pleasure.
Lisa was a born sex talent; all one had to do was present his cock to her and she seemed to know how to turn it into a magic wand, creating excruciating, intolerable pleasure!
She would be a born concubine for a prince, in the old days, he thought as his cock slid in and out of her tight ass, and he clutched her plump buttocks with delight, glad that he had spilled his juice once already, giving him more endurance to prolong the joy of his great fuck!
He slipped in and out, slowly, then swiftly, then slowly, savoring the gradual build-up of pleasure. He would soon go off, he knew, because he could not hold back much longer—not with her ass muscles clutching his cock, riding it, squeezing it, trying to drain its juices.
Then suddenly it was there, that fabulous moment. His entire body seemed to coil up tightly, and he turned into one great goosebump—and then his cock went off, like a bomb exploding inside her, one shock wave after another filling her asshole with his cream.
He gasped with the tortured ecstasy of it, digging his nails into her buttocks to prevent her from moving.
And naturally, it did the most unbelievable things to Lisa. Her cunt went rocketing into space as she felt his juices splash against the sides of her asshole. She too felt waves of pleasure, one after another, and she was terrifically thrilled by the violence of his come.
She felt very powerful, as if she alone could do such a miraculous thing for him. She felt that it gave her control over him, in some way; that if her ass could give him such bliss, it made him dependent on her, and that she therefore had power over him. She now felt less threatened at the idea of Greta intruding on her turf.
Let her come, she thought care! believed that few females could give pleasure to Uncle Mike as she had just done.
And poor Mike, his cock wrung-out, dropped onto her body and lay there, limp and exhausted, He had just experienced—with that fourteen-year-old kid—one of the best fucks in his memory.