Chapter 3

The following morning, Monday morning, Lisa arose early, made herself some breakfast, then hurried to Sam's shoe-repair shop a good three quarters of an hour before school. She was wearing a yellow sweater with no bra. Heck! If nothing else, Lisa knew she'd be able to save a lot of money in bras. And she had on a green skirt, socks, and flat-heeled shoes.

The moment she entered the shoe-repair shop, Lisa felt a kind of electricity in the air. The machine was noisily humming, and Sam was all set to go to work.

Lisa stood behind the counter in the front of the store. Sam was in the back, but they were able to see one another through a large hole cut in the wooden partition separating the back from the front. A curtain hung over the doorway in the partition.

On the other side of the partition, in the back of the store, the machinery was on the right, with a pile of leather sheets six feet long and four feet wide stacked four feet high on the left. With the different oddball kinds of shoes, Sam often found it easier and cheaper to cut a piece from one of the leather sheets than to use readymade heels or soles.

Lisa smelled the combined odor of leather and glue and found it not at all unpleasant.

"Mr. Mallo!" she called out, and Sam turned to look at her.

The moment he saw her, Sam recognized Lisa as Gail's daughter. And the moment he saw her, Sam realized he was as hot for the daughter as he was for the mother. God! She was so innocent-looking, so sweet, so extremely desirable. In fact, he wanted Lisa even more than he had wanted her mother. Not that he'd lost interest in Gail. On the contrary, the fucking session he'd had with Lisa's mother the previous Saturday night had only stimulated his appetite for more of the woman. Nevertheless, he did feel a strong desire for the daughter, as well. And he had every intention of controlling that desire. After all, if Gail ever caught him fooling around with Lisa, he'd lose Gail. And Gail was too hot a female to let go.

"Hi," he said in his quiet voice as he came to the front of the store. "What can I do for you?"

"Mom asked me to give this to you," Lisa replied, handing him the washed handkerchief.

"Huh? Oh thanks," he smiled, taking it from her. "Will you do me a favor?" Lisa asked. "Well, yeah, sure," Sam nodded. "What can I do for you?"

"Tell me, what did you do to make my mother so happy?"

"What're you talking about?" Sam asked, a bit perplexed.

"I'm just curious to know what you did that made the sheets all crusty and hard, while making mom so happy."

Sam stared at her for a moment, unable to believe the girl's naivete. Most girls at the age of eleven or twelve started knowing the facts of life. But if Gail hadn't told anything to Lisa, it wasn't up to Sam to enlighten the girl.

"Hey . . . uhhhh . . . look," he told her, rubbing the underpart of his nose, "that's something I can't exactly talk about. I mean, if your mom wanted you to know, she'd have told you."

"Well gosh, you and mom are a real pair of party poopers. I'm going to ask someone else what it is you did to make my mom so happy."

"Hey, now wait a minute," Sam said, reaching out and touching Lisa's arm. The instant he touched her, he felt lightning shoot through him. God! The girl was even sexier than her mother. He felt his cock spring to attention, and heat burned through his entire body.

Lisa seemed to feel the flames shooting through Sam. It was as if the fire burned through his fingertips into her arm. She stared at him, totally lost for a moment, then snapped back to reality and said, "You let go of me, Mr. Mallo. I'm going to see my mom and ask her what's going on between the two of you."

"Hey, kid, Lisa, no!" he all but yelled, coming around to her side of the counter and grabbing her arms with both hands.

Oh God! Heat flushed through him like water through a sewer. He felt an even stronger attraction for the girl than he did for the mother. This was crazy, because Lisa was just a kid. Hell! She didn't have any real tits, or anything. Jesus! She'd never really develop breasts. And all his life, Sam Mallo had always been a tit-man. Why the hell should he feel anything for a young, innocent kid who was almost as flat as an ironing board? It didn't make sense. But the fact remained, he did feel something, and he was unable to control that feeling. Jesus! Dozens of women came and left his shop every day, and aside from a little healthy lust, Sam felt nothing for them. But for Gail, and now Lisa, Sam suddenly felt hot, very hot.

"Now look!" Lisa snapped, reaching up and pulling his hands off her arms. "I have a right to know what you've been doing with my mother, don't I?"

"Well.. . I don't know, kid," Sam persisted. "I mean, if your mother wanted you to know, she'd have told you."

"Look, Mr. Mallo, mom and I get along fine, but neither one of us is what you'd call happy. Now I see you doing something, though I don't know what, to make mom smile, and I feel kind of jealous."

Jesus! Sam thought, feeling the nearness of the girl still affecting him. He wanted to do something with her. He simply couldn't let her walk out without doing something.

"Look!" he told her, going to the front door, putting up the closed sign, then locking the door. "You're a nice kid, so I tell you what. I'm going to show you how to be happy. But if I do something to make you happy, then before you leave, you have to do something to make me happy."

"Well, sure, as long as I don't get hurt, or something like that," Lisa nodded.

"I wouldn't hurt you, kid," he told her, leading her into the back of the shop. And he rolled down a canvas covering the hole in the partition between the front and the rear of the store.

"Well, gee, what are you doing?" Lisa asked.

"I'm going to show you just what I did to make your mom happy. Well, not exactly, because I don't want any consequences, afterward. But I'll make you happy; you'll see."

"What are you going to do?" Lisa asked, a little apprehensive, not knowing what to expect.

"Hey, we're gonna have fun," Sam assured her. "You got a little time?"

"Well, gosh, I suppose so. I don't have to be in school for another forty minutes."

"Good," he said, sweat pouring out of him. He was dying to lay the girl, but knew he didn't dare. Still, he had to do something. "You ever been kissed?" he asked.

"Sure," she nodded. "Lots of times, by my mother and grandma."

"No, I mean have you ever been kissed by a fella, like on TV on in the movies."

"Heck no!" Lisa told him. "Mom'd skin me alive if she ever caught me doing anything like that. She keeps telling me I can't have anything to do with boys until I'm much older."

"Yeah, well I'm one boy your mom had something to do with, Saturday night. And one of the things we did was an awful lot of kissing."

"Gee, no kidding," Lisa gasped, unable to conceive of her mother doing anything she had told Lisa not to do.

"Scout's honor," Sam told her. "We came to your apartment after dinner, I kinda put my arms around your ma, just like this," he told her wrapping his arms around Lisa, "and I kissed her, like this."

He gently pulled the young girl toward him and pressed his lips to hers, wondering if she would pull away and start screaming. For a moment, nothing happened as Lisa, unsure of what she should do, merely stood there. But as she stood there, the young girl suddenly decided she liked having her lips touched by those of Sam, and kissed back, turning and twisting her lips instinctively. The more she kissed, the more she liked it, and as Sam kissed her harder, she kissed back with equal verve. Her lips burned against his, rubbing from side to side as their noses touched. Before the kiss ended, Lisa suddenly felt something wet and squirmy touch her lips. It was Sam's tongue. At first she was shocked and tried pulling away, but Sam held her tightly, and slowly pressed hard, forcing her lips to part, and little by little the tongue slithered into her mouth, tickling her own tongue. Lisa liked it. She liked it so much, she opened her mouth a little wider and began licking Sam's tongue, enjoying the pleasurable sensations she felt. Then she found herself sucking on his tongue. It was pure instinct, yet she enjoyed it and sucked all the harder, all but chewing and biting.

Sam was amazed at the girl's natural response. He was overjoyed to find her so receptive. His lips pulled on her tongue, and soon he had it in his own mouth, where he heartily sucked on it, sending static shooting through Lisa's body.

Lisa surrendered herself completely to the kiss, feeling her emotions boil up inside her. She was able to understand why something like this might arouse her mother, but it wasn't enough of a reason for Gail to be singing and humming around the house all day yesterday. There had to be something more.

And then Lisa stiffened as she felt Sam's hand wander from behind her to her belly, and then up against her nipples.

"Don't do that!" she almost yelled, pulling away. "Mother warned me boys and men would want to touch me there. She said under no circumstances was I supposed to let any man touch me there unless he was married to me."

"May be," Sam whispered softly, "but I'm not married to your mom, and I touched her there."

"That's a lie!" Lisa insisted.

"Hey, Lisa, what do I gain by telling you a lie?"

"I don't know," the naive girl shrugged. "But why would mom tell me not to let a man touch me there, and then let you do just that to her?"

Not in the mood to destroy the possibility of getting somewhere with Lisa, Sam said, "When you're older, this is something you'll have to ask your mom. In the meantime, you just relax and let me show you how good it all feels. I won't hurt you, you know that."

"Okay," Lisa nodded, a little afraid. After all, she was about to let a man touch her breasts.

She exhaled and shuddered a little as Sam's palm wandered up and down over her sweater. Ooooooh! It felt good! It really felt good. Soon both his hands were rubbing her breasts, and when he tugged her sweater out of her skirt-top, she offered no resistance at all, thrilling to the electric touch of his fingertips against her nipples. Nor did she struggle when Sam pulled her sweater over her head and removed it, allowing him to see the wide tan aureola and the rigid brown buds of her nipples. The flesh beneath her aureola was a little puffy, attesting to the fact that Lisa did indeed have breasts, small though they were. But her nipples weren't small. They were full-grown, long and solid like large pencil erasers, quivering and alive to Sam's touch.

"Oh wow!" Lisa gasped, staring at the clock on the wall, noting she still had a half hour before she had to leave for school.

The girl enjoyed the way Sam stared at her breasts, as if they were large, bloated paps and not small, insignificant mounds of flesh. Looking down, she saw the way Sam's pants were tenting in front, stretching to accommodate the massive erection within. And all the while, Sam's anxious hands ran all over the young girl's body. Lisa felt herself becoming hotter and hotter. Oh yes, she liked this. She reveled in what Sam was doing. For a shoe-repair man his hands were unusually soft and gentle, and each caress of his fingertips was a wisp of a gentle breeze teasing her anxious, swollen nipples.

Slowly, Sam worked her skirt and panties down and off.

"What are you doing?" Lisa asked, curious, but no longer thinking to argue with the man.

"I'm going to make you feel as good as I made your ma feel, Lisa," he assured her. "Trust me! You'll see."

"I . . . guess I . . . trust you," she nodded, stepping out of her panties when he knelt and eased them from her feet.

"Now that you've undressed for me," he told her, "I'm going to undress for you. Don't be scared."

"I'm not scared," Lisa assured him, though deep down inside she was trembling, not really knowing what was going to happen to her.

She stood there, watching as Sam hurriedly removed his shirt, pants, and underwear. The two of them now stood nakedly in front of one another, wearing only shoes and socks.

Sam's hands were trembling, and Lisa realized he was as anxious as she. Gee, that made her feel good. Imagine, a man was all shaken up over her body.

Looking down between the man's thighs, her eyes opened wide as she saw the immense length of his thick cock.

"Wow!" she said. "I've never seen anything like that before. What is it?"

'That's my cock," Sam explained.

"Gee," Lisa murmured, staring at it. "I've often wondered why guys and girls can't go into the same bathroom or share the same showers. I guess this has to be the reason, huh? You men must want to keep those things hidden away."

"In a way," Sam nodded, not wanting to waste time explaining.

"Gee, why are men built differently from women?" Lisa wanted to know.

"It's a long story," Sam told her. "But to make it short, in order for both, men and women to really enjoy themselves, this thick, long staff, this cock of mine, has to go into that nice tight hole of yours; your pussy."

"Gee, is that what you're going to do right now?" Lisa asked.

"No," Sam told her. "We don't have time. Another time. But there are other ways we can each stimulate each other's organs. And I'll show you one in a few minutes. But right now I want to kiss and hug you."

Before Lisa was able to object, she felt herself being pulled against Sam's body. He kissed her hard, his tongue lancing into her mouth, licking her palate and her gums, teasing her teeth, and making her bring her tongue out to touch his. Lisa felt as if her mouth was locked in a trap. And there was the great, quivering rapier of his cock slapping against her flat belly as the hair on his chest scrubbed her nipples.

"Ummmm!" Sam gasped, feeling the head of his cock rub against her pelvic bush before continuing up to rub into her belly. Lisa felt the weighty penis press against her, and she also felt the doughy testicles rub against her hairy mound.

"Gee," she asked, reaching down and cupping his testicles for a moment, making Sam's eyes pop wide open, "what is this?"

"Those are my balls," he gasped. "They're inside the little sac. I'll tell you all about them, one day, but not now."

"Gee!" Lisa whispered into his mouth, "the skin sure feels kinda funny."

To Lisa, the testicles felt like a pair of heavy pin balls encased in the wrinkled bag under what Sam called his cock. Prom the way the balls seemed to bounce away each time her fingers caressed them, Lisa was able to tell how aroused the man was. Gee! This was really a lot of fun. She wished her mother had told her about this.

"Let's lie down," Sam whispered. "It'll be easier."

"Where?" Lisa asked. "You don't have a bed here."

"On top of the stacked sheets of leather," he said, guiding her to them.

Slowly, Lisa sat, then lay down, with one foot trailing on the floor. A long, silken white thigh simply dangled over the side, while her other leg lay flat on top of the leather. And between the two thighs an ebony tuft of hair puffed out at Sam, outlining the pretty girl's pink, untouched, coral vagina.

Lisa suddenly realized she was panting. After all her mother had told her, she ought to have been terrified, but for some reason she felt totally relaxed, though there was a strong anticipation building higher and higher in her body. She needed some kind of . . . what? What did she need? She didn't know for sure.

Lisa stared at Sam as he knelt on the floor near the pile of leather. His face was on a line with the pink split between her white thighs, and he stared at it. From the look in his eyes, it was obvious Sam admired her wet, dripping pussy, seeing how the inner pink flesh pouted so delectably. Her interior was a shrine of desire, and the clean scent of musk from within drew the man's face ever closer. He hurled himself on the parted drapes of her pussy, his soft, tender hands catching Lisa's smooth, slender hips as his hungry mouth tightly clamped against her leaking fount.

"No!" Lisa suddenly screamed, taken totally by surprise at the way his sucking lips pressed against her slavering labia. "Mr. Mallo, hey, gee, what are you doing. That's crazy!"

Lisa felt the fiery lapping tongue and the hot, burning kiss of his lips pressing into her private center. The man was kissing her down there the same way he had kissed her mouth. This was wild. But before she was able to object further, the slick knife of his tongue slashed as far into her vaginal temple as possible.

"Eeeeeggghhhh! Uuugghhh! Aaaggghhhh!" she gasped, writhing. "Huuuuunnnngggghhhh!"

Lisa enjoyed the pressure of Sam's stabbing tongue as it lashed wickedly into her wet, molten core, sending fiery, static bursts of wanton lust blistering through the very center of her feminine self. This was a sensation the fifteen-year-old had never imagined existed, and now that she felt them, the girl was speechless. Flaming blasts of heated licentious poured through her again and again, awakening her to the thrills she had longed to discover. For deep down, she had been checking on what pleased her mother simply to find something to please herself.

The girl was too young to think to ask Sam what he was doing. It felt too good to make him stop. Raising her head a little, she was able to see his face crammed solidly against her soft, petal-like cuntlips, and she realized it had to be the man's tongue that was delving so far into her, making her feel so delightful. Though young, she was wise enough to understand he was doing this to bring her pleasure, though she had no idea whether or not he received pleasure from it. She trembled and shook with thrilled, wanton eroticism, feeling the delineated imprint of his lips as well as the slipperiness of his tongue as it slithered in and out of her tight, wet sump. Bursts of thrilled sensation charged through her delighted body as trickling tears of wonderful enjoyment slid down her young, girlish cheeks. Electricity seemed to run rampantly through her young body repeatedly as she found herself bouncing out of control.

Sam continued sipping the colorless wine she was emitting as he enjoyed the flavor of her youthful flesh, licking and sucking. Her taut, youthful cuntflesh was so tasty and fulfilling. This wasn't the first time he had feasted at an open feminine trough, nor would it be the last. But this was one time he would remember, forever. God! She tasted so meaty, so fresh, so good. He was enraptured as he continued slurping the fluid pouring from her pink slash.

Lisa had raised herself up on her elbows and was able to see Sam's body, angled a bit to the side. She saw his throbbing penis shuddering in time to the way his tongue was wildly lapping into her seething depths. It seemed to be enlarging, growing both longer and thicker, a solid iron pike coated with rich pink flesh, capped by a purple dome.

"Hummmmm . . . ahhmmmm . . . uuhhhhmmm-mm . . . " were the only sounds coming from Sam's hungering mouth.

Lisa thrilled to the marvelous pressure of his tongue licking into her flaming cunt again and again, making it hotter each time it stabbed into her. She felt Sam's broad shoulders pushing her girlish loins farther and farther apart as the wicked tongue seemingly knifed into the hot folds of her steaming labia. He pursed his lips against the infinite depths of her feminine incision, and he drank thirstily from the seething crack. He sucked and licked as if the colorless oils seeping from the internal center of her vagina was sustenance to him. No matter how much he poured into his mouth, he always needed more, and his wicked tongue lanced in to dredge out the fluid.

Lisa's coral center, flooded with the quantity of sodden fluids, lay wide open before the mouth of the hungry Sam. He was shooting his stiff tongue out like a cupid's dart against the ultra-sensitive button of the girl's clitoris. Lisa felt her feminine capsule-shaped bit of hard flesh stiffen even more as it filled with blood, swelling, enlarging, standing out and looking like a tiny cock. Sam's soft, firm hands braced the young girl's thighs wider apart. Lisa was able to see the shining gleam in his eyes as they concentrated on the soft length of her wide-apart inner lips. He was glancing up and down, trying to decide which part of her inner pinkness intrigued him the most. And when his eyes looked even lower, Lisa understood he was staring at the tiny button-like hole of her anus, staring at it as if it were some kind of bud, ready to flower open. As far as the young girl was concerned, this shoe-repair man had to be more than a little off his rocker. What kind of thrill did any man get at staring at a woman's asshole?

"Yyyiiieeee!" Lisa shouted, trembling, for the first time understanding her screams and shouts would never be heard because Sam had left his machinery running.

The man's lancing oral organ felt as if it were burning her hot, tight anus, trying to dig into it for a moment. But Lisa clenched it too tightly, and there was no way his tongue was going to force its way in at that time. Before the young girl realized it, Sam had flattened his tongue against the length of her steaming pussy crack, rubbing it up and down, letting the sand-papery organ massage her clit and inner cuntlips at the same time, causing fresh stabs of wonder to shoot into her young body. Bolt after bolt of delicious sensation charged through her, and the very heavens themselves seemed to open to her screams.

Wow! she thought. I'm as crazy as Mr. Mallo. I have to be, because I love it. I really love it. Oh God! What's wrong with me? How can I let myself enjoy something as crazy as this?

Lisa felt Sam's tongue licking and lapping at her vibrating and tormented clitoral nodule, slurping it without mercy. He was sucking on it as if he had tasted this little extension all his life instead of this being the first time. His moving tongue continued tantalizing the young girl, shaking her up as she felt it move in maddening concentric circles around the stiff extension of her penis-like organ. The sucking sounds he made as he continued dredging the hot flow from her tormented pussy made Lisa think Sam was quaffing the nectar of the gods rather than the oily flow from between her cuntlips. She felt his lips anxiously clamping solidly against the trembling, vibrating, quivering bit of rigid flesh, and he made loud noises as he continued his hungry sucking. She heard his twitching penis slap against the hard sheets of leather, leaving pools of his own seeping lubricant.

"Uuuuhhhhggghhh . . . Mr. Mallo-o-o-o . . . ooonnn-nggghhh . . . aaahh . . . " she sighed, and her shouts were swallowed by the noise of the shop's machinery as the sound seemed to blanket the entire place. Jolt after jolt of lascivious, tormented delight bounced back and forth within Lisa's shuddering, gasping, sighing, delightedly tortured body as she felt what she sincerely thought was a lunatic literally sucking her insides out of her. Her head slammed against the top sheet of leather on which she was lying, and the dark-haired girl was certain she would faint from the sheer rapture invading her. This, as far as she was concerned, had to be the ultimate experience. She was angry that her mother insisted on keeping it such a deep, dark secret. At her age, she had every right to discover things like this for herself. In fact, her mother ought to have explained such things to her. The thrills building up inside her because of the tongue were indescribable, and she knew this had to be the single most wonderful thing in her entire life to ever happen to her.

Now the young girl's brain felt totally sapped of the ability to think, feeling herself being guided along the pathway to rapturous paradise by the lapping oral digit still licking into the heated center of her quivering body. Her vagina lips instinctively pouted out to meet the kissing mouth pressed against them as her loins quivered and quaked, straining to enjoy the thrills imparted by the continually moving tongue. Thrilling enchantment seemed to flood her quivering young body.

Lisa was an impressionable girl. like most girls her age, she had often dreamed of the handsome prince spiriting her away to a life of ease and luxury. Now that Sam was sucking the sweetness of her cunt, she imagined him to be the man of her dreams. She was certain no man was able to do this to a girl if he didn't love her. Yes, that was it! Deep down, Sam Mallo loved her. And though Sam would have laughed at the idea at that time, the truth of the matter was, he was slow-iy falling in love with the young girl, as he was falling in love with her mother. And as Sam continued stabbing his stiffened tongue into her sodden depths, sliding it out while riding it against her clitoris, Lisa fantasized herself as falling more and more deeply in love with the shoe-repair man.

"Unnhhh . . . aaannhhhh.. . ohhhhh.. . ooonnnhhh . . . geeeee . . . wowwwww . . . "

The acoustic ceiling above her seemed to waver and blur before her young eyes, and then it seemed to be lowering itself, enlarging and swelling in front of her eyes until she was almost sightless. The flaring fire between Lisa's pillarly thighs seemed to blossom all the more intensely until the pretty, baby-faced teenager thought her entire youthful self would be consumed. Without knowing what she was doing, Lisa wound her taut thighs around the shoe-repair man's head as, like a starving ram, he continued feeding at the deliciousness offered within the confines of her sodden trough.

Yes, Lisa thought, he loves me. He has to love me to do this. And I love what he's doing to me. It feels so wonderful. Gee! Maybe I love him, too. Oh gosh! I feel as if I want this entire face pushed inside me.

The girl's long, slender, alabaster limbs clung to the trapped head of the shoe-repair man. Sam's soft, firm hands reached under her rounded little ass-cheeks, hoisting the soft, fleshy orbs higher, raising the pink, meaty, tasty, oily flesh of her trembling vagina even higher, pressing it solidly against his lips so he was able to alternately suck the dripping juices from within, or nibble on the firm extension of her tasty clit.

Lisa felt Sam's cheeks rubbing against the ebony fluff curlingly surrounding her pink channel, and she writhed, pressing her outer lips against his face as well, determined this would not be the last time Sam Mallo did this to her. The man didn't realize it, but his doing this to Lisa assured him of her love and loyalty, permanently. Even as he was wondering how he'd be able to entice her here again, to let him do this again, Lisa was plotting to make him repeat this, as well.

Once again the man's tongue slashed lower, licking into the crack between her ass-cheeks, licking away, lapping at the little ring of rubbery flesh guarding the way into her rectum. This time the tongue licked more slowly, more tantalizingly, making the young girl relax, causing her to want to be filled with his tongue-even back there. The tongue licked at the puckered crinkle again and again, and then the digit stiffened into a scoop, once again determined to force its way into her. But this time it would enter by way of her asshole.

Lisa's tiny, rosebud-like sphincter automatically resisted the driving pressure of Sam's licking tongue. This made the shoe-repair man shove a little harder, and the girl abruptly felt herself surrendering to the pressure as her sphincter began to widen a little at a time. Finally, Sam was able to push the smallest fraction of an inch of tongue tip inside. To Lisa, it was as if the man had pushed the entire oral extension into her. She thought his tongue was squirming and writhing around in the very depths of her rectum. It was wild, insane, unbelievable, maddening. It was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt.

"Aaaaaayyyyaaaiii.. . uhhhh . . . hhaaarrrggghhh . . . " the girl continued moaning with more and more consistency.

To Lisa, the sighs coming from her own throat sounded like a caged tabby cat calling to a wandering torn to come and get her. The young girl found it almost impossible to believe she was the one making such sounds. Yet they had to be coming from her own throat, because sounds coming from any other place would have been drowned out by the running machinery. Her small, almost non-existent breasts heaved up and down, the stiffened nipples wildly vacillating as her heart pounded more and more heavily within her. The totally chilling, delightful sensation of Sam's moving tongue as it pushed a fraction of an inch deeper into her anus was driving her totally wild.

He has to be either crazy or so in love he doesn't know what he's doing, Lisa thought. No one in his right mind would use a tongue like this.

Sam continued licking, stabbing, lunging with his tongue, sinking it a little deeper into her rectum with each forward thrust. His hands were holding onto her hips, tugging her toward him, sliding her body along the top most leather sheet, seeing the way her thighs bicycled the air while her heels pounded on his back. The idea he was able to build such pleasure in the young girl filled him with joy. After all, he was certain this was her first experience with any man, he was making it perfect for her.

The girl's lithe, slender thighs were wrapped all the more tightly around Sam's working head, and she felt a chill of wonder shake her as his face slid higher, and his tongue pushed into the slithery cooze so anxious to receive it. The working oral digit plunged deeply into the pink center of her humid pussy with a loud, "slluuurrppp!" The young girl felt the smooth tongue slide through her velvety vulva as if it had been custom-designed to fit inside her.

Certain there was not more she'd be able to enjoy, Lisa was taken completely by surprise when Sam's forefinger slid beneath and into her asscrack, seeking out her recently tongued asshole. She squealed and jumped with thrilling enjoyment as the forefinger slowly pushed its way inside her tight rectal rictus, moving deeper and deeper until he had the finger in up to the first knuckle. The moving digit spiraled its way around and around as the man's tongue continued its maddening swirl through the trembling funnel of her creaming pussy.

Abruptly, without a hint as to what he was doing, Sam slung his body on top of the leather sheets, turning it around so he was able to keep his tongue sunk in the heated center of Lisa's dripping cunt. He lay on his side with his groin near the young girl's head. Lisa was totally unaware of what he had done, she was in a state of almost-total euphoria. And then, his hands gripped her ass-cheeks and spun her on top of him with her vagina and buttocks hovering directly over his hungering mouth. She felt the heat of his breath coming up from beneath her, even as her eyes remained closed for an instant and she balanced herself on her knees and the palms of her hands.

Opening her eyes, Lisa found herself staring straight down into the man's wide-open groin. His hairy thighs fascinated her, but not nearly as much as the huge, swollen immensity of his shuddering cock. She stared at the rigid pink length of it, watching it waver from side to side. Multitudes of blood vessels road-mapped their way through the massive organ, circling it, running from tip to base, creating a contrast to the pinkness of the velvety flesh. The massive purple head pushed out from the collar of foreskin, drenched in its own colorless juices, and as a result, shining brilliantly.

"Lisa . . . " Sam gasped. "You promised . . . you said if I made you feel good, you'd make me feel good . . . "

"Yes . . . " Lisa admitted, almost hypnotized by the wavering phallus.

"Kiss it, Lisa," he begged. "Kiss it, like I'm kissing you."

Lisa almost snapped out of the hypnotic trance in which the sight of Sam's cock had placed her. Was he some kind of a nut? Did he really think she was going to take that huge, gigantic, swollen column of flesh and press her lips to it? He had to be crazy! Why would any man think a girl would so something as awful as that?

But the young girl stared helplessly at the pulsating whang, amazed any man was able to sport something so thick and long between his thighs and not have it show. She was able to inhale the rich, musky fragrance it emitted, noting how clean the man was. She smelled a lot of soap with the natural musk he emitted, yet the musky scent was definitely arousing. The man's huge, upstanding phallus, blood-swollen and vein-lined, was using some sort of magnetic attraction to draw her young mouth closer. Lisa was unable to understand why, but her head was moving lower, and the sputum in her mouth was drooling out, down her cheek and neck. She was feeling an intense desire to do more than he asked. She didn't want to merely kiss the purple dome. She wanted to suck on it. This whole thing was crazy. She had to stop herself.

Lord! It was a massive, pulsating brad, with a sightless eye continually crying as if weeping because the young girl was fighting the urge to slide it between her lips. The closer Lisa's face came to the shimmering penis, the larger it seemed to grow, springing out from the man's tan loins, the fleshy base surrounded by thick, dark-brown curls. Gee! To Lisa it seemed so strange to see something so long and hard extending out from under the pelvic bush when there was absolutely nothing reaching out from beneath her own pelvic hedge. The sight was terribly arousing. The hard penis shook and jerked like a jackhammer about to go out of control, continually swelling and receding under her stare as her face continued moving closer.

Now she was more clearly able to see the sac containing the two balls, underneath. She saw each was an oval-shaped ball, egg-shaped, with the left ball slightly bigger. The sac in which they were contained was so wrinkly, and all covered with hair, and the balls seemed to be alive inside, leaping up and down.

The penis seemed so alive; a thing apart from the rest of Sam's body. It was so large, so thick, so nearly elephantine, yet looking so helpless, staring at her with a plea in its sightless eye, as if trying to say, "Please kiss me!" It was so helpless at the moment, so in need of love. Lisa was unable to refuse the mute appeal.

Slowly, very slowly the young girl parted her pretty lips feeling a warm, quivering anxiety shoot through her. Balancing herself on one hand, she used her other hand to wrap its slim, tapered fingers around the shuddering phallic extension, letting her palm slide down the purple dome and caress the pink shaft. Her head dipped lower, and the girl slid the massive dome between her sucking lips, not knowing why she was doing it, yet feeling a hidden, uncontrollable urge to protect the massive organ in the tender confines of her sucking mouth. She sipped the animal essence of his sticky lubricity, tasting it as it seeped like warm syrup from the narrow hole in the purple tip. The girl's tongue tasted the sweetness of the flowing seepage as it lapped around and around the throbbing head repeatedly, making it twitch all the more. The more she licked, the more lubrication came oozing out, and the more she drank. She didn't want to waste a single precious drop of the dripping fluid. Now she was beginning to understand why Sam had been so careful about gobbling up all the liquid emitted by her own dripping vagina. Each time her tongue circled the helmet-like head, touching the underside where a small bit of webbing joined it to the rest of the stalk, Lisa was rewarded by hearing Sam moan a little.

"Unngghhh . . . ohhhh . . . ahhhh . . . yeaaagghhhh . . . wow!" Sam chillingly gasped. "Oh kid, you have one heck of a mouth! Oh God!"

"Do you really like it?" Lisa asked, raising her head and stopping the suction for a moment.

"I wish I could come home to something like this every night," Sam gasped.

Lisa thrilled to his words. It was almost a proposal as far as she was concerned. She lowered her mouth to the trembling organ and slipped her lips over the dome like a cowl, feeling herself ascending into yet another paradise as Sam's mouth went back to licking her pussy. She truly enjoyed sucking the swollen phallus, and had someone tried taking it out of her mouth, Lisa would have bitten it off to retain possession of it. Her hand gripped the very base of the cock as her mouth struggled to sink lower. She had such a tiny oral cave, and the massive cock was so long and so massively thick. Her ears picked up sounds of Sam's humming enjoyment as his face sank deeper and deeper into the swamp of her tight pussy. She felt her cuntlips opening and surrounding his mouth as his tongue speared into her frothing vaginal depths again. His nose was pressed against the bud of her asshole, massaging it as his chin rubbed her clitoris while his tongue sank ever deeper into the fuming infinity of her sweet cunt. All the while her own tongue and lips continued massaging and sucking on the upper half of his swollen penis. She had to literally stretch her mouth to fit the thickness within, but to Lisa it was worth it.

And at the same time her fingers tightly gripped the lower three inches of cock and yanked hard, very hard, feeling the pulsating artery at the base in the underside, as well as the tube through which the sperm would eventually travel.

To the fifteen-year-old girl this was one of the most singularly wonderful things she had ever encountered in life. She ached to reproach her mother for not having taught her all about this, but she knew better. One mention of something like this to Gail, and the older woman might shut her away from Sam forever. No, Lisa had to keep her mouth shut, except for when she was sucking on Sam's cock, because she was determined she would do this again and again. And to have him delve into the sodden depths of her tiny pussy with his own mouth meant Sam truly liked her, perhaps even loved her.

Sam used his tongue to swipe through every last delicious millimeter of the young girl's virginal pussy, savoring the tasty flow continually oozing from deep inside her taut, feminine body, feeling the way her muscular walls tried gripping his tongue and pulling it out by the roots. The shoe-repair man began slurping and drinking with a maddened vengeance, feeling the unbelievable bliss of the young girl's mouth delightfully sucking his penis with an avidity most females would never have.

God! God! God! Lisa had never felt so totally aroused before in her young life. In fact, she had never felt aroused even the littlest bit, before. What Sam was doing to her, and letting her do to him, was inflaming her as nothing else on earth. The swollen cock, stuffed right up against her throat, enlarging her mouth, was the most wonderfully exotic thing Lisa had ever enjoyed. Not even her trip to Walt Disney World was this wonderful. And the thrilling tickle of Sam's working tongue in the fiery depths of her flustered pussy was enough to cause a multitude of new feelings she had never known before. Mini-orgasms flowed through the girl repeatedly.

Lisa managed to push her head the littlest bit lower, feeling the leaking glans pressing against the entrance to her young gullet. More and more of the vellicating penis seemed to slide between the lips, leaving room for only two fingers and her thumb at the base of the phallic spire. Her lips were sucking nearly four-fifths of the way down, now, pulling in more and more of the enormous cock. When she was as far down as she was able to go without gagging, her mouth slowly withdrew, sliding up, her lips tightly pulling on the length of the stanchion slowly slipping out from between them. When only the dome of onionshaped glans remained in her mouth, Lisa's tongue circled the head, slurping off any additional flavorful drops, causing a muffled gasp to come roaring from Sam's mouth, into the heated center of her own feminine tunnel.

As her mouth lowered itself on the penis again, Lisa was aware of Sam driving his loins upward, and the steel poker stretching her mouth didn't stop at her esophagus, this time. It drove through the narrow portal, filling her pharynx with its meat. The girl thought she would gag, but after a moment, her gullet relaxed and was able to contain the immense thickness. She felt Sam compensate for driving his cock into her throat, by shoving his face all the more strongly between her loins and spiking his tongue into the creaming depths of her boiling twat. The wild sucking sounds made by Sam were barely able to be heard above the roar of the shop's machinery.

Lisa trembled with maddened abandon as her sucking lips strongly tugged on the thick phallic meat sawing between them. The young girl shivered as she felt Sam's teeth all but bite into the tender flesh behind her labia, his mouth reaching into the innermost recesses of her throbbing, boiling pussy. He licked at her inner hallway while trying to keep her tender, rigid clitoris locked between this teeth, chewing lightly and driving her insane with passion. The hand not gripping the base of his cock reached down and began fondling his bloated testicles as she pushed even more of his pulsing penis into her throat, cramming it full of his meat. Her fingers danced over the tender balls, caressing the sensual, wrinkled outer flesh as well as the delicate egg-shaped weights within. She cradled the bull shit, fondling them as if they were delicate pigeon's eggs, and all the while she strained her face closer and closer to the hairy base of his groin, forcing her mouth lower and lower. The swollen, stone-like length filling her throat probed farther into her esophagus, once again creating a choking sensation. At this point Lisa no longer cared whether she choked or not. The thrills were so rampantly good, she was willing to die if it meant filling her mouth with the entire length of the phallic prod. Somehow, in some way, she had to get every last little bit of the masculine gristle into her mouth.

Inhaling through her nose, Lisa pushed her mouth lower, totally relaxing, letting her pharynx accustom itself to the weighty thickness of the probing cock, feeling the head continually throbbing as it swelled and receded. She rapturously thrilled to the way it plugged her throat, the bole rubbing against her tongue and palate as the spongy head probed ever deeper into her clogged gullet. The massive cock pumped between her sucking cheeks, running up and down, up and down, and each time it pushed into her throat, it seemed to reach the littlest bit deeper. The girl sucked wildly, thrilling to the taste of the meat as she had never enjoyed the flavor of anything else, before. And after awhile, she realized she had the entire length totally filling her mouth.

Caressing Sam's testicles with her left hand, Lisa slowly raised her head, letting the huge pylon of flesh slide along her tongue and palate as it moved out from between her sucking lips. She kept on pulling until the entire length was out of her mouth, then she yanked the throbbing, turgid prong to the side, lowered her head, and proceeded to tongue the balls, licking them again and again, feeling the sac containing them tighten up and pull into Sam's groin. Her licking tongue washed across one ball, then the other, in a single wide stroke, stopping every now and again to lick the penis, as well, for the penis remained her first love. Lisa gripped the pulsating wand with her right hand, yanking up and down, squeezing it as if trying to strangle it, listening to Sam's gasping sighs as he pushed his working mouth even deeper into the fuming center of her tender box. Her rapturously aroused tissues seemed to fasten themselves to the working oral extension Sam plunged into Lisa, and the girl writhed and wriggled wildly, enjoying the way the moving tongue continued working its way in and out.

Lisa popped the plum-like head of the shuddering phallus between her sucking lips again, pulling on the staff as if her own existence depended on the fluids she was able to coax from this wonderful instrument. Her saliva came pouring from her mouth, running down the length of the massive joystick. At the same time, her ass-cheeks quivered as her burning pussy enjoyed the sensation of Sam's tongue being buried all the way into it.

Lisa continued sucking for uncounted minutes, and then Sam suddenly lifted his head from inside her flooding pussy. His face was all red and he was gasping for breath. She felt the man's fingers delicately part her dripping cuntlips, carefully tugging them apart, then blowing cool air into her, causing her to writhe all the more.

Sam's hands gripped the girl's rounded white ass-cheeks and tugged her hot thighs even farther over his face, cramming the flustered vagina more solidly against his mouth and nose, letting the dark, curling pussy hairs tickled his cheeks. He listened as the young girl gasped almost agonizingly as the throbbing cap sank into her tight, narrow esophagus again.

In a maddened frenzy now, Lisa began chewing strongly with her teeth while her ass-cheeks writhed wildly under the grip of Sam's squeezing fingers. Her seething, boiling pussy crammed itself all the more solidly against Sam's hungering face, thrilling to the pressure of his nose against her tender clit. Sam violently jammed his tongue even deeper into the hot, steamy folds of the girl's cuntal opening, seeking, searching, lingually examining her tender interior as the digit roamed ever deeper. The young girl sighed and gasped with even more delight, her own lips solidly encasing the frankfurter-like length of Sam', swollen meat. She sucked harder and harder, feeling the pole become thicker and even harder as it strainer! out from between Sam's thighs.

Lisa gripped the shoe-repair man's buttocks wickedly with her fingers as her hot, squeezing thighs continued pressing around the man's face. And her own swamp-like cunt continued trying to absorb Sam's tongue as it moved in and out. Her vaginal muscles squeezed and crushed and clenched, doing their best to keep the oral extension from Sam's mouth locked inside. But Lisa's young cunt-muscles were only so powerful, and the complete lack of friction created by her wet vagina permitted his tongue to slither back and forth, repeatedly.

Lisa felt the sensation starting to build inside her. She had no idea what it was she was feeling, but she knew it was enlarging, like a balloon. If it continued, it would shortly burst. She knew it. There was no restraining the feeling. There was nothing minor about this feeling, though it bore some small resemblance to the little orgasms she had felt, moments before. She had no idea what it was she was feeling, but she did know she liked it. She wanted this one to be the best one of all, and from the way it was building, she had no doubt that was precisely what would happen.

Sam's hands were on her back, feeling her muscles ripple as her mouth hungrily continued masticating his penis, greedily sucking and slurping with ever-mounting fierceness. The raven-haired girl trembled as she felt the lingual extension slash into her cunt. Feeling how far in Sam's nose was pressing, Lisa began wondering how the shoe-repair man was able to breathe. His tongue seemed to be tickling her navel from the inside.

Lapping up and down with his tongue, Sam slid his face out and began licking the clitoris wildly. And the entire time he felt Lisa vibrating and wildly squirming, clamping both hands around his swollen balls and squeezing them as her head moved up and down over the full length of the throbbing penis. The enlarged, rubbery head was pushing almost two inches into her esophagus, and trying to dig its way even deeper inside.

Lisa was sucking, slurping, gagging, gasping, and mewling all at the same time. Her interior trembled to the feeling of Sam's grunts as his hot breath shot into her tight cunt, the sounds totally muffled by her slick mucous membranes. Sam's tongue continued working between her seething interior and her shuddering clitoral button as he tugged the extended organ between his pursed lips, making the girl writhe and churn. The young girl ground her seething pussy down again and again, feeling her virginal labia part all the more widely, trying to vacuum Sam's face as far in as possible. Her round ass-cheeks churned in a frantic rotation as her orgasm welled up and hit, hard.

"YYYYYIIIII . . . OHHHHHHHHHH . . . UUU NNNNN GGGG HHHH . . . I CAN . . . UUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHH . . . FEEEEELLLL . . . OHHHHH . . . ITTTT . . . AAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH . . . YYYY AAAA GGGG HHHH!! ! "

Her tongue sensed the crazy rush of semen as it pumped through the narrow tube in the underside of his phallus, now all the way down her throat. The spunk came pouring out in a heavy overflow, catching her completely off guard, since she had no idea what to expect. His floodgates seemed to suddenly open, and the man's flooding load was finally unleashed, roaring in a blinding monsoon into the girl's anxious, sucking throat.

"WWWWAAAAWWWAAAGGGGHHH!" Sam bellowed, his lips still mucilaged to Lisa's oceanic pussy.

Lisa, totally off-balance, swallowed hurriedly, at first to keep herself from strangling, but after awhile because she found herself enjoying the taste of the sperm. Sam was trying to slam his whang even deeper into the girl's throat, but to no avail, because the mighty tower was already starting to weaken and shrivel. This was his first ejaculation anywhere inside a young girl, and he had to admit it was the wildest one he'd ever enjoyed. Not that he felt any less love for the girl's mother, but he was feeling a strong sense of devotion for Lisa, as well. His throbbing cock fired one wicked blast after another down the hungering throat of the young Lisa. The girl felt the explosions hit the back of her throat as she rode her own aching cunt against Sam's face.

like all good things, their mutual orgasms finally ended. Lisa climbed down and hurriedly dressed. For a moment, Sam thought the girl now felt ashamed of what they had done, because she didn't speak to him, but when she finished dressing, she looked up at him as he pulled his own pants on, and said, "That was fun, Sam. I liked it. Can we do it again sometime?"

"Sure," he nodded as she went to the door.

"But don't tell my ma," she cautioned. "She never lets me have fun!"