Chapter 2

Bert Smith had been a widower for five years. The first three years of his solitary existence he had attempted to go on living in the house he and his wife had shared for some fifteen years, but finally he sold the place and moved into a boarding house. He needed someone to cook for him and clean up after him. His landlady, Mrs. Irma Calahan, was a very pleasant woman. Bert had ideas about Mrs. Calahan from the moment he first met her, but she had never encouraged him, so he stopped trying to get her into bed.

It wasn't until he happened to notice that Mrs.

Calahan's daughter had seemingly changed from a mere child into a young woman overnight that Bert once again began to have sexual thoughts concerning a Calahan woman. Conveniently, there was no Mr. Calahan. Apparently, he had simply disappeared one day, never to return to his family.

But now, Bert's thoughts were directed toward the fifteen-year-old. Every evening when he was sitting in his room watching television or reading an exciting sex novel, his thoughts would inevitably turn to the lovely blonde girl. At such times his penis would become so hard it actually hurt. He knew that he would have to get into the girl's panties. He simply could not continue living here in the rooming house and seeing the girl several times a day without attempting to solve his sexual rumblings.

As it turned out, he had to do very little - fortunately.

He was watching TV one evening and drinking a can of beer, when she opened his bedroom door and stepped in quickly. When he attempted to speak to her, she placed a forefinger over her lips, indicating he should remain quiet, at least for the moment.

Bert, his heart thumping wildly, remained very quiet.

A full minute passed while the pretty blonde stood with her back to the door, one pretty, well-shaped leg bent slightly in front of the other as she listened for sounds she apparently expected to come from the hallway. Her long hair framed her face beautifully as she stood there so quietly. No sounds came from the hallway. She took a deep breath and smiled at Bert in the friendliest manner imaginable. She then crossed the room and came to the side of his chair and dropped down to sit on the floor beside him. Her hand touched his hairy, muscular arm and her fingers ran up and down his arm invitingly.

Bert Smith's penis, understandably, was ready to erupt.

"Hi, Mr. Smith," the girl, Cissy, murmured, looking up into his eyes in a very bold manner. "Are you surprised that I came to your room?" She ran her hand up and down his arm suggestively again.

Bert moistened his dry lips. "Your mother?" he asked with concern. "Where is she?"

"Gone out."

Bert nodded slightly, his pulse racing. "You were afraid the others in the house might see you entering my room?" He looked deeply into her lovely blue eyes. God, she was young and desirable. What he would love to do to her.. .

"Sure," she said. Her eyes returned his look and there was definite lust in those lovely blue pools. "My mother would knock me one if she knew I'd come to your room."

Bert drew in his breath carefully. "Why did you come to my room?" he asked, smiling down at her.

She laughed slightly. "Do you have to ask, Mr. Smith?"

Bert put down his can of beer. He also switched off one of the lights in the room - a table lamp that was within arm's reach. While he was doing these things, the girl shifted her position until she was sitting on her haunches, which pulled her short skirt very high on her exciting-looking thighs. Bert glanced at her legs and nearly shot off in his pants.

"You're a pretty girl," he told her quietly. "A pretty and a sexy-looking girl."

"I'm glad you find me sexy," she said, "because I think you just must be the sexiest man in the world."

Bert was astonished. "Really? What makes you think that?"

"I can tell by the way you look at me when we pass in the hall, for instance."

Bert grinned somewhat tightly. "You mean I stare at you that obviously?"

Cissy giggled. "Boy, do you ever. You always look at me as if you want to jump me then and there."

Bert was definitely enjoying the turn of the conversation as well as the presence of the fifteen-year-old. "Perhaps I do," he said softly. He cleared his throat.

"Mother's going to be gone for more than an hour," Cissy said hurriedly. "Why don't we get undressed and climb into bed and .. . fuck?"

Bert actually flushed, but only a very little. He pressed his hand on hers and when he did so she grabbed his hand and squeezed hard, passionately. His penis was now hard and throbbing. "Do you always speak so delightfully?" he asked, more to gain time than anything else.

She laughed and squeezed his hand sexily again. "Did I shake you up, Mr. Smith?"

"No, but you did surprise me." His pulse was racing wildly.

She got to her feet, and removed her sweater. Immediately, he saw she had nothing on underneath. Her pear-shaped tits were very much in evidence, and Bert thought he had never seen such a pretty, inviting sight.

'Take your clothes off, Mr. Smith. Let's not waste any more time. I really want to fuck you."

Bert removed all his clothing and somewhat hesitantly tossed aside his undershorts. He now stood fully exposed before the girl, his throbbing cock straining at his thighs.

"Wow," the girl said, her eyes growing larger. "Have you ever got a fat one! God, I never saw such a big cock. You know something? I thought you would have a big one - but this size prick I never expected."

"That's . . . nice of you to say so," he said, his voice shaking with excitement.

"God," the girl moaned. "I hope I can take all that cock. Man, you must be as big as a horse."

"Shall we . .. shall we ... get on the bed and see if you can handle it?" he asked, the words coming out hard.

The girl stripped off her skirt and stockings, kicked off her shoes and then lay down on the bed, a wild-eyed look permeating her face. She parted her legs. "Will you promise to be careful with that prick of yours?" she asked almost fearfully. "I mean, if it won't go in . . . well, you won't hurt me or anything like that, will you?"

Bert knelt on the bed, his eyes taking in the beauty of her young body. "I promise you," he said unsteadily, "that I will get it into you ... all the way." He could not have cared less if he hurt her. Christ, she had come to his room, hadn't she? She had come practically begging for cock. Well, she would receive cock. She would discover what it was like to be fucked by an adult man. He would show her the difference between men and boys. He got between her legs and steered his mammoth cock into the opening between her shapely, young legs. Her cunt, he soon discovered, was extremely moist and slippery. He knew she was ready for his ramming. The thing now was to find out - really find out - if she was woman enough to handle his cock.

He thrust forward, still holding his penis in his hand.

"Jesus, take it easy, Mr. Smith. That prick of yours feels like a hot hammer."

'That's what it is - a hot hammer - and you're about to have your cunt nailed to the bed, honey." Calling her honey was something he especially liked - it seemed to call attention to the vast difference in their ages. This turned on Bert considerably. It was nice to have a very young and pretty girl on her back, naked, on his bed and underneath his own raging nudity.

"I'm going to fuck you, honey," Bert said. "It may hurt for a while. I can't help the size of my cock. You'll just have to stand the pain."

"Put it in, Mr. Smith," she breathed, her arms about his shoulders as she seemed to be hanging on for dear life. "Put it in my slit and show me what it is to be really fucked by a man."

Bert smiled tensely. He had the same thought only a few moments ago. Pressing his tool into her warm wetness, he used all of his skill and experience to force a too-large cock into a too-tight cunt hole. He was finally successful, but not before she had groaned repeatedly from the pain of his stabbing.

"Oh, my God," she groaned. "Is that your leg you've got inside me?"

Bert laughed shortly. "Just my cock, honey."

She worked her hips about carefully, then stopped suddenly. "I'm really going to get it. Right?"

He began to move slowly, easily in her, his long, fat cock entering and leaving with difficulty. It felt positively beautiful to Bert Smith. He wanted the feeling to last forever. "You're some kid," he muttered. "You're some hot kid, all right."

"Oh .. . that hurts ... but ... fuck me, Mr. Smith! Tear me up, if you have to ... but fuck my cunt real good."

"I intend to, honey."

"Oh ... I love the feel of that big cock in me."

"I thought you said it hurt."

"Yeah, it hurts .. . good."

Bert moved slightly faster in her, but she cried out from the pain of it and he stopped suddenly. Her cry was loud. Too loud. Some of the other boarders might hear her and recognize her voice. Bert wanted to continue living here, especially now that he knew he could fuck the kid, probably whenever he felt like it. However, he knew he had to be careful. He didn't want any word getting out about his sexual activities with Cissy. Her mother would raise hell with him if she discovered he had stuffed his fat prong up her young daughter's twat.

"Fuck me, Mr. Smith," Cissy begged. "Never mind how much I groan .. . fuck me deep."

"But I don't want the others in the house to hear you, Cissy."

"I'll try not to cry out again. I promise I'll try very hard."

"All right. Just lie still now."

Bert moved in her more vigorously.

"Jesus," she cried, softly. "You must have the biggest cock in the country!"

"Shhh," he cautioned. "Keep your voice lower."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith. It just feels so good I want to scream it to the world."

"I know," he said, pleased with her in just about every way. "But try not to let the whole world know I'm on top of you. Not right now anyway."

She laughed and kissed his mouth passionately. When she did this impulsive thing, he felt a squirt of cock juice burst from his raging penis. It made him momentarily weak, but when he discovered he was not blowing all the way, he commenced to pump prick into her cunt again, having for the moment ceased his activity.

"Oh, God, Mr. Smith," she breathed in his ear. "Oh, hell, Mr. Smith!"

There was something in the way she said the words that told him of her feelings. She was honest. The kid liked his cock. No doubt about it. His cock in her slit turned her on probably more than she had ever experienced before. This pleased Bert immensely, for there is generally something very flattering about a young girl liking an older man because of his fucking power.

Bert picked up the tempo of his pumping somewhat and heard her cry out. He cautioned her again not to make so much noise and she nodded her head vigorously even as he pumped his prick deeply into her, hurting her greatly. It was not difficult for Bert to realize he was hurting her. He had a history of hurting women with his cock. It was something he could not help and probably didn't want to change. He rather liked hurting women in this manner, but he was always aware that he must not hurt them too much, for too much pain will turn off some women.

"Jesus, Mr. Smith," the girl gasped. "Oh, Jesus, but you're good."

He thrust both hands under her soft ass and held her cheeks firmly as he stroked her more powerfully. Each time he pulled out partially, she would sigh or gasp, and each time he thrust in deeply, she would moan or groan and even cry out.

"Nice, tight cunt," Bert muttered, more to himself than to her.

'Thank you, Mr. Smith. Please feel free to use that nice, tight cunt."

He wanted to grin at her remark, but the grin wouldn't quite come off. Anyway, who needed a grin? He already had just about everything it was possible to get. His penis, hard and raging, was buried in the warm wetness of a young girl. He was pumping that cock in and out of her warm wetness and she was loving it as much as he. Her cunt was small and tight and beautiful.

What more did a man need?

An oral experience with her? Possibly. That would come later, he felt. He hoped.

"Fuck me faster, Mr. Smith, won't you please?" the girl begged, digging her nails into the flesh of his back.

"My pleasure," he returned softly and thought he might as well turn it on. She wanted it so give it to her in a way she would never forget.

"I love to fuck you, Mr. Smith. I've wanted to fuck you for months."

He pumped her much harder now and she grunted. "Why ... didn't. .. you . .. ever say something before?" he asked haltingly. It was difficult to talk and fuck at the same time.

She grunted again. "I was scared ... oh ... oh oh, Mr. Smith!"

Bert knew she was having an orgasm so he continued to pump prick into her cunt using all the expertise he had garnered through his years of experience at love-making.

"So ... wonderful... your cock is ... so very wonderful," she moaned. "Fuck me, please, Mr. Smith."

What did she think he was doing? "Right," he grunted back at her. "Coming in deeper now, kid." He thrust his mammoth penis into her with all the strength he could muster. Apparently it was a mistake.

She screamed loud and long.

Disgusted, he yanked his cock out of her and sat back on his heels. Bert Smith looked at the naked girl on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, her fists clinched, her face strained.

"Well," he said at length. "I guess we'd better wait until you grow up, baby."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she cried brokenly. "I'm so terribly sorry I screamed. I couldn't help myself. Honestly I couldn't."

"Yeah." He surveyed her with something approaching a mixture of disbelief and contempt. Goddamn young brats anyway! Why did they always fold when you needed them the most? Son-of-a-bitch, his mind muttered silently. Son-of-a-goddamned-bitch! He wished he had a bottle of whiskey - he would drink all of it. Bert got off the bed and picked up his can of beer and emptied it, finding the fluid a bit too warm for his liking. He put the empty can down. There was a small refrigerator in an alcove and he went to it and opened the door. There were several cans of beer there. He took one out, pulled the tab to open it and turned about looking questioningly at the girl.

"Can I have a beer, too, Mr. Smith?" she asked, seeming very humble about it.

Bert considered and then spoke. "What about your mother? Won't she smell it on your breath and want to know where you got it?"

"My mother, Mr. Smith, couldn't ever smell anything on anyone's breath. She keeps her own gut full of booze all the time. Haven't you ever smelled it on her?"

"Afraid I haven't been that close to your mother, Cissy." Not that he hadn't tried on several occasions. He refrained from telling this to Cissy, however.

"So . .. can I have a beer, Mr. Smith?" she asked once more.

"Sure, Cissy. Here. Take this one." He walked to the bed and handed it to her. "Don't spill it on the bed. Your mother would see the spots."

"Don't I know!"

The girl climbed out of bed, her titties bouncing about nicely and stood in the middle of the room, drinking the beer. Bert looked at her slim, flat tummy and started to feel his cock growing hard again. God, what a lovely young creature she was. She was built for... eating.

He decided to be blunt. "Cissy, tell me something. Have you ever had a man muff-dive you?"

She looked at him and frowned. "Muff-dive me? What does that mean?"

He regarded her soberly. "Kiss your cunt - run a tongue inside your cunt. Let me do it to you. I promise it'll give you the damnedest orgasm you could ever want."

The girl sipped her beer and looked at him. A look of abject lust filled her pretty eyes. Bert thought he had never seen such raw lust, and it excited him. He drank some of his own beer and studied her lovely body, noting the pear-shaped titties, the beautifully flat tummy, the well rounded thighs, the shapely calves. Even her feet were sexy looking, he thought. His eyes came to rest on the vee patch of pubic hair, as she stood with one leg bent and crooked in front of the other, her long hair hanging over her smooth shoulders accentuating her entire look.

"How about it?" he asked softly. "Want me to muff you, kid? You'll like it."

"Can I drink my beer first?" she asked in return.

Bert felt his pulse beginning to race. "Sure. Of course. Drink your beer. Have another if you like. That is, if you think we have time enough."

"You mean my mother? Oh, she won't be back for a while. Probably a couple of hours or even longer."

Bert thought he recalled her saying earlier that her mother would be gone only one hour. However, this didn't matter too much. Cissy ought to know how long her own mother would be gone. "Cissy," Bert said, "Don't take offense, please, but have you ever . . . ever cupped a cock?"

She frowned prettily. 'There you go again, laying words on me I never heard of. What does cupping a . . . cock mean?"

Bert moistened his lips somewhat nervously. "It means sucking a guy's penis." He paused and studied the reaction on her face, especially that of her eyes. "I'm asking you," he went on, "if you have ever sucked off one of your friends?" His heart was thumping wildly now that he had asked the question so bluntly.

Cissy turned her face away from him but presently she turned it back and looked him straight in the eye. "So what if I have?" she said, dropping her eyes and quickly taking another drink from the beer can.

"You're not angry, are you?" Bert asked hurriedly. "I didn't mean to make you angry."

"I'm not angry, man. Hell, I like talking this way. Turns me on like mad."

Bert finished his can of beer quickly and lay down on the bed, his prick now very hard. 'Tell you what," he said to her. "When you've knocked off the beer, come and lie down beside me. Who knows? Maybe you'll suck my cock eventually. Maybe we could do a sixty-nine. You suck mine and I'll suck yours."

She turned around and looked at him lustfully. Biting her lips, she put the beer can down at the same time and then looked at him again. She especially looked at his hard-on. "God," she murmured, "what a cock you have! I could never get that big thing between my lips. It would choke me if I did. Tell you what, though. I could lick it with my tongue." She moved closer to the bed, her titties bouncing about nicely.

Bert's penis nearly erupted when he saw this. What an amazingly lovely body she had. He had never seen anything to compare with it. He would have liked to run his tongue over every inch of her flesh, seeking out all the crevices and plunging it in recklessly. Jesus, what an eating dish this kid was!

She placed one knee on the bed and he touched her thigh with his hand, rubbing it sensuously. Her other knee was on the bed now and she surprised and delighted him by straddling his body and walking on her knees until her pussy was directly over his lips.

"Suck it, please," she said softly.

Bert grasped her by the hips and held her in position while he raised his head to kiss her sweet cunt. The scent of it was delicious, maddening. He pulled her down so that she was actually sitting on his face.

"Oh, your whiskers tickle," she protested, but smiled at the same time.

'That's not all that's going to tickle you, kid," he said, his voice sounding strangely hoarse. "Get a load of this." He thrust his tongue into her cunt and wiggled it about slowly, lightly.

"Jesus Christ!" she hollered. "Oh, God, that's so good."

He moved his tongue. "You have got to be quieter, dammit. Can't you enjoy sex without hollering and screaming?"

"I'm awfully sorry, Mr. Smith. I'll try very hard to keep quiet. It's just that you blow my mind with the ... things you do to me."

"That's the way it should be," he told her. "Now, I'm going to tongue it again so don't holler your head off. Well have half the roomers in here if you do. They'll think I'm killing you."

Cissy giggled. "You are, man. You really are killing me."

Bert grinned. "Killing you, but in a nice way. Right?"

"Right," she moaned. "Kill me some more."

"Sit down on my face, honey, and I will."

"Guess I'll turn around, Mr. Smith. That way you can .. . suck mine and I . . . can . .. maybe . . . well, you know."

"Fine," he said quickly. "If you can't get my cock in your mouth, play with it, lick it, jack it with your fingers, anything at all. I just want to feel you over my cock. It's ready to blow at any moment, so be careful, unless, of course, you like having a man blow off on your flesh. In that case . . ."

"Oh, you make me so hot when you talk that way," she cried and quickly turned her body about so that she was sitting on his face. He held up her ass with his hands so she wouldn't suffocate him. Her mouth was now directly over his pulsing cock. "Jesus, what a prick," she murmured, as if to herself.

Bert felt a chill go up and down his back as she kissed the head of his penis ever so lightly. "Oh, daddy," he moaned softly. He then pulled her cunt lips apart and thrust his tongue up inside her.

"Jesus," she cried again. "Jesus, that's wonderful!"

The flesh of her ass was so soft to the touch of his hands that he marveled at it. Shifting his head slightly, he kissed all around her cunt opening and felt her body shivering. She was some hot kid.

She attempted to take his cock between her lips and managed to get part of it into her mouth. She applied passionate suction to it at the same time running her tongue over the head.

'That's nice," he moaned softly. "Keep it up, honey." If she did keep it up, she would soon have the damnedest mouthful of male cum she'd ever experienced.

He pulled her ass down again and kissed her wet spot repeatedly prior to thrusting his tongue up her cunt and massaging it. When he did this, she groaned and attacked his cock with a vengeance. Either it had become less fat or her mouth had stretched, for he felt it slip between her lips and also felt her lips fastening about it. She began to move her head up and down and this caused a delicious friction between her young girl mouth and his extremely rigid penis. Bert thought he was going to blow it all then and there. But he held back. He wanted this terrific sensation to last for a very long time.

Not too long, however - there was the kid's mother to think about.

Suddenly, and scarcely with any thought about it, he turned her over on her back and pressed his belly against hers. He buried his face in her moist crotch and felt her hands running through his hair as he tongued her repeatedly.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "Oh, God ... that makes me so hot!"

Bert wanted his penis back in her mouth and with this in mind he began to make powerful fucking movements toward her head. She evidently caught on to what his intentions were, for he soon felt her licking the sides of his enlarged penis much in the manner of a very small child with an ice cream cone. He also felt her tongue running over his balls, but then she was back at his cock, licking in the most maddening manner imaginable. Bert increased the speed of his muff-diving and as he did so, the girl increased the speed of her tongue movements on his cock. It was a heavy, powerful moment, one that Bert and the girl were not likely to forget.

"Oh, do it to me," she begged. "Squirt your stuff in between my lips, Mr. Smith .. . please?"

Bert's entire body stiffened. He stopped sucking her cunt for a few moments and concentrated on what was happening. His cock was exploding. Great, thick gobs of jism flowed from his cock into her eager and waiting mouth.

He was astonished at the way she received him. She sucked the stuff from his cock in a manner that can only be described as frantically welcome.

And then, finally, it was over and done with. The two of them lay exhausted on the bed, their bodies wrapped around each other. They had experienced a totally exhilarating and draining sixty-nine suck.