Chapter 7
Mr. Jack Harvey was a balding, forty-year-old, retired, wealthy businessman. He was also bored to hell, except on those certain occasions when he was successful in seducing a young girl. This was a delicate business and Jack Harvey knew it as well or better than anyone else.
In the two years since his early retirement, he had been successful more times than he could remember. Getting a very young girl into the house and fucking her without any problems was a thing that called for great skill. However, it could be done with money, he had discovered. A lot of money for a young girl. He had also discovered it was best to keep a great many one-dollar bills in the house. Young girls, surprisingly, did not want fives or tens or twenties. Apparently, these larger denominations were annoying and possibly dangerous to them. If a young girl flashed about large bills, too many people might ask questions. If she showed nothing but ones, nobody seemed to notice.
It was late June - school was out for the year - when he saw a young girl come up onto his front porch. He was sitting near the television set watching the mid-afternoon news when he first saw her. His pulse raced a bit, as it generally did on seeing a young, pretty piece of ass at his door. He waited for her to knock, which she did immediately, but not very loudly. He bit his lip and waited for her to repeat the knock. When she did so, he got up from his chair and went to the door, scanning the street quickly to ascertain if anyone was with her, or even to find out if anyone might have seen her on the porch. This last was a difficult thing to determine, but Jack Harvey could do it.
A sixth sense seemed to tell him if a young girl at his door was alone and unwatched by anyone else. There had been many young girls at his door recently. The word was around among certain types of girls that this "old cat would pay good money for a feel." It seemed that many young girls were eager to earn some extra spending money. That was fine as far as Jack Harvey was concerned. He found these young girls far more interesting sexually than older women. Jack Harvey would not have traded any one of his hour-long experiences with young girls for a life-long harem of old bags. To Jack, anyone over thirty-five was an old bag.
He held the door open and quickly but carefully looked her over. She was pretty. Her shape was good and she was definitely the right age. About fourteen. He caught the bold look in her eyes. Jack Harvey detested the type of young girl who was easily frightened by a male.
"Hi, Mr. Harvey," the blonde girl said. Her eyes were very blue, he noted.
"Hello," he answered gravely, properly. He waited for her to go on. To say more.
She did so. "I heard you were looking for someone to do housework, Mr. Harvey."
He felt his heart thumping vigorously. At least four times young girls had come to his door and made the same identical statement. It appeared to be a signal from them to him saying they were willing to fuck for money.
"Why, yes," he replied, going along with her. "As a matter of fact, I do need someone to dust the house and things of that nature." He purposely made the word sound as light as possible.
"I'm a very good duster, Mr. Harvey," the bold young girl stated, looking him honestly in the eyes.
I've got a fresh, young piece here, he thought happily. Christ, I'll bet she'll fuck the hell out of me! He looked at her tits. They stood out prominently for a girl her age. Nice. "Please," Jack said carefully, "will you step in so we can talk about your work."
She smiled at him boldly. "Sure. That's fine with me, Mr. Harvey. How . .. much do you pay for a ... good duster?"
He smiled carefully. "Within reason whatever she asks."
'Ten dollars strike, you okay?"
'Ten dollars will be fine," he said, his pulse racing fast now. Once more he glanced at the street to ascertain if anyone was witnessing the conversation. There appeared to be no one in sight. "Come in," he said again.
She stepped by him, touching his body slightly as she did so. He liked this. Closing the door carefully, he locked it without her observing his actions. He turned about then and smiled at her.
"Won't you sit down," he said politely, pointing at the sofa nearby.
'Thanks, Mr. Harvey. Which room do you want to ... dust first?"
He wondered if she had left out the word "me" on purpose, or if this was, hopefully, double talk for "where do you want to take me?" She sat down on the sofa and it was then that he noticed her short skirt and her very sexy-looking legs. He felt himself growing in his pants.
"If you don't mind," he said carefully, "I'll sit down here beside you."
She grinned at him boldly. "Sure. Why not? I _ er - wonder if I could have the ... money first?"
Now it was his turn to smile. This kid was smart. He liked girls who could think ahead a bit. Such girls knew exactly how to handle the situation. He pulled out his wallet and handed her ten one-dollar bills. Her eyes lighted up at the sight of the money. Apparently, this was what she wanted. It also meant she would be willing to stay longer and do more things with him, to him.
"May I say that you are a very pretty girl?" he said, softly.
She sighed and put the money in her cheap-looking purse. She placed the purse on the floor on the other side of her as he sat down. 'Thanks," she said. "Can I... tell you something?"
He thought he knew what it was. He nodded. "Of course. Please do."
She grinned at him. "I know about you," she said, carefully.
He arched his brows. "Oh, and what do you know about me?"
"Shall we keep on with this or shall I tell you what I know?" Evidently she meant to keep on with the game they were playing.
"Please be frank," he said softly.
She turned her head away for a scant instant, but then turned back and stared him straight in the eye. "You like girls, don't you, Mr. Harvey?" It was, of course, a safe thing to say.
He nodded. "Yes, I like girls." He said no more just then. It was wiser to let her be frank about the matter first.
She took a deep breath. 'The ten bucks you just gave me. That's not for housework, is it?"
He pursed his lips. "Oh, then what is it for? You tell me, please." He smiled nicely at her when he concluded speaking.
She leaned against him. "You want to get into my pants, don't you, Mr. Harvey?"
There it was - she had laid it on the line. He smiled again. "And what do you think about that sort of thing, my dear?"
She grinned. "I took your ten bucks, didn't I?" He nodded, barely. "What is your name, young lady?"
"Linda." She continued to stare boldly into his eyes with her very blue ones.
Jack Harvey took a deep breath, just as she had done a moment before. He let the air out slowly and then deliberately placed his hand on her warm thigh. She just looked at him without a change of expression. "Do you mind my hand on your leg, Linda?"
She grinned. "No. I like it there."
He inched his hand up her leg until he was squeezing her upper thigh lightly. "You have lovely legs," he ventured.
"Thanks." She was still grinning.
Was she grinning at him, making fun of him, what? He decided she wasn't. "Your flesh is very warm," he said. It was steaming hot.
She spread her legs slightly, as if inviting him to put his hand there. He looked at her legs, slipped his hand under her short skirt and felt of her cunt. He heard her draw in her breath sharply. Good! Wonderful! She wasn't here just because of the" money. She liked sex! This made it much more pleasurable for him, of course.
"Want me to take off my pantyhose, Mr. Harvey?" she asked.
"Yes," he heard himself answer.
She slipped off the pantyhose so quickly it startled him. She placed them down carefully beside her purse. Her skirt still covered her thighs to a degree, so he had not yet caught a glimpse of her pubic hair. He wanted to see how thick her bush was. Placing his hand on her thighs again, he slowly slid it up until her skirt was pulled above her cunt. Jack glanced at her crotch then with all the intensity he could muster. Her legs were held tightly together and he could see little besides the hair itself.
"Please?" The one word from his lips told her what he wanted.
She spread her legs a little.
"Pretty," he murmured. "More, please."
She spread her legs a bit more.
He put his hand between her thighs and felt the heat and moisture of her young cunt. "Nice," he murmured. "Very nice."
"Want to stick your finger in?" The girl was panting a little.
"I'd like to, Linda."
"Do it then." She spread her legs wantonly, a look of wild lust on her pretty, young face. "Please, do it, Mr. Harvey."
Jack thrust his forefinger into her cunt about an inch and let it remain there as she squirmed about on the sofa considerably. "Do you like the feel of my finger inside?" he asked carefully.
"Yes. I sure do." She was perspiring a little. He could see the sweat popping out on her forehead. Wonderful. "I sure do," she repeated. "It feels like a small cock."
Jack felt ripples along the back of his neck. The four-letter word escaping her lips turned him on considerably, for he liked hearing such words from the lips of young girls. "I have something better to insert," he told her.
"I'll bet you have, Mr. Harvey. From what I've heard, you've got the biggest one in town."
Jack grinned, pleased. "What a nice thing for you to say, Linda."
She grinned again. "I'd like to see it, Mr. Harvey. Why don't you take it out of your pants for me?"
Jack felt his blood pressure rising. Unzipping the fly, he pulled out his erection and held it briefly in his hand, turning on the sofa slightly so that he was pointing it at her thighs. He heard her sigh, saw her raise her shoulders as if drawing in a lot of air suddenly, and then saw her shoulders slump even as her eyes grew larger. He turned a bit more so that the head of his stiffened prick was just an inch from her pretty bare thigh.
'Touch me with it, please?" she begged in question form.
He moved slightly and touched her warm, soft thigh with it. He then rubbed her thigh with the head and she sighed very deeply.
'Take it in your own hand," he said, his voice thick with excitement.
"Oh . .. may I?" she asked, sounding like a ten-year-old.
"Yes, yes, of course. Of course, you may."
Her hand stretched over his hard-on. She seemed to want to wait a long moment before actually taking hold of it. Then her fingers went about his stiffness and he groaned with pleasure. Her hand was so warm and soft and exciting that he could have blown off then and there.
"Gee," she said, in a pleased tone. "You sure have a big cock, Mr. Harvey. It must be twice as big as any of the boys my age have."
"Thank you, dear," he said, for want of anything better to say.
"Would you mind if I kissed that for you, Mr. Harvey?" she asked, hesitantly.
"I should like it very much," he told her gravely.
"Gee, you're hard. It feels like a tennis racquet handle in my hand."
He smiled. "You said you wanted to ... kiss it, my dear. Why don't you?"
She moistened her lips and bent her head over his penis. Jack held his breath until he felt the wetness and warmth of her young-girl lips as they fastened about his raging cock.
"Christ," he breathed. "Oh, Christ!"
She removed her lips and kissed the head of it and then placed her lips about it again. Suddenly, she went down on him all the way and the surprise of it caused him to go off a little. He was both pleased and amazed at the wantonly fierce manner she used to suck the juice from him. She straightened up a moment later and grinned at him.
"Man, you sure are some hot, old guy, Mr. Harvey." Evidently, she meant this as a compliment, though he was not too pleased at being referred to as a hot, old guy. Jack Harvey did not consider himself old at all. He thought he was a rather young and certainly a dashing type. Sexy, too, definitely. Most young girls had found him to be extremely sexy and he was inordinately proud of his sexual prowess.
"How old do you think I am?" he asked gravely, looking her straight in the eyes, but also seeing her tits rise and fall repeatedly as she seemed to be breathing in a strained manner. The girl was excited, even as he was, and he found this highly satisfying, despite her somewhat obnoxious remark about his age.
"Well, you're pretty old," she said bluntly. "About twenty-eight or so, I'd guess."
He was pleased all over again. 'That's about right," he lied. "You're a good age-guesser."
"All the girls say you're a good one," she told him. "Are you a good one?" Her young-girl blue eyes burned into his lustfully.
"All the girls?" he asked. "I don't know all the girls."
She laughed shortly. "Well, not all of them. A few. The ones I've talked to, or rather the ones who talked to me about you."
"Do the girls - some girls - talk about me in this manner?" he wanted to know.
"Sure they do. That's how I found out about you, Mr. Harvey. But I told you that already, didn't I?"
"You may have," he admitted, looking at her legs and liking what he saw. Her flesh was slightly tanned, very smooth looking and, of course, extremely young looking. Jack Harvey had a weakness for slightly tanned, smooth, young female skin. This kid's skin was really something to look at and to feel. He put his hand on her thigh and caressed it lustfully.
"Boy, that gives me goose bumps, Mr. Harvey. You sure know how to rub a girl's leg."
"I ought to. I've rubbed a few in my time."
She pulled her skirt up high on her thighs after it had fallen down a bit. "Why don't you kiss me?" she asked, spreading her legs slightly.
He smiled. "Kiss you where, dear?"
Now she smiled. "Oh, you know, don't you?"
Jack dropped to his knees in front of her, pushing her skirt up out of the way. "Hold it up," he told her, meaning the skirt. He then ran his tongue up her thigh passionately, back down it, crossing over to her other leg and going up it before kissing her cunt wetly. She was quite moist, he noted.
"God," she moaned. "That makes me hot, man. Kiss it again, please."
He kissed her cunt once more, but not for long. Instead, he pulled her body forward and aimed his penis at her slit. Glancing at her face, he saw the wild look of lust on it and this pleased him immensely. He derived great satisfaction from knowing he could turn on young girls tremendously. Thrusting his penis into her cunt, he pushed forward and felt the long, hard tube slipping into her heated interior. The moisture of her inner body enveloped his penis and seemed to ease its entry as he worked it back and forth expertly.
"Jesus," the girl cried out. "Oh . . . Jesus . . . that feels good." A look of utter wantonness was on her face now, and he knew he could do anything to this kid that he wished. She would agree to it, no matter what.
He yanked his cock out of her and turned her over on her stomach, lying out the length of the sofa. He got on top of her and brutally buried his prick in her asshole.
She screamed.
"Shhh," he cautioned. "Please try to control yourself, dear."
"Man," she sobbed, "that hurts."
"Oh, very well," he said, and giving his prick two or three more quick moves, pulled it out of her ass. He turned her over and stuck it in her mouth.
She was hesitant about taking it in her mouth, but he insisted. Soon she was sucking it eagerly.
"I think I'm going to ... release, dear," he said, his voice shaking.
"Go ahead, give it to me, man," the girl replied thickly. Her lips were formed much in the way a cunt clasps a man's prick.
Jack fucked her in the mouth savagely and promptly blew his wad down her throat. She sucked him furiously, getting every last drop from his quivering prick. When he felt the last squirting cease, he still permitted her sucking for a full minute. Evidently, she thought she could get more of his gooey jism, but Jack did not sex that way. He insisted on being in charge of his fucking actions and for this reason, now, he gently pulled his prick from her sucking lips and stood up, his cock and balls hanging out of his pants almost absurdly. He studied her eyes, her face.
"Well?" he asked. "Did you like it?" Her pretty, young face lighted up. "Yes. It was great, Mr. Harvey. What the girls said is true. You are a good one. Man, did you ever squirt that stuff into my mouth. Whew! I thought I would never get it all swallowed."
"But you did, didn't you, my dear?" He was still studying her eyes.
She nodded and smiled. "I like to suck cock. I always have liked to suck cock. I sucked off my own brother when I was eleven."
He raised his brows. "Really? Tell me all about it."
"My brother was about sixteen, I think. I walked into his bedroom one day when our folks were away and caught him masturbating. He was kind of embarrassed, but I told him it was okay. He looked at me real funny, like he thought I must be nuts or something, but while he was doing his looking, I had dropped to my knees in front of him and was playing with his cock, kissing and licking it. He liked it. He did an awful lot of fast breathing and moaning and stuff like that. Finally, he lay back on the bed, his cock standing straight up and let me suck him off. Man, that was a hot scene! He blew off a lot in me, but not as much as you did. I never had anyone blow off as much as you just did, Mr. Harvey. You really have a prick and a half there."
Again he was pleased. This kid knew how to say the right things. "Thank you, dear," he murmured. He rubbed his penis and put it back in his pants, zipping up his fly afterward. "Perhaps you had better pull on your hose, dear," he said quietly. "You must go now, but I'd like you to return tomorrow."
She screwed up her face as if puzzled. "Tomorrow? What's wrong with right now, Mr. Harvey?"
"Nothing," he replied. "I simply thought you looked tired."
"Shit," she said. "I never get tired of fucking and sucking. Especially when a real man like you provides the cock. Why not crawl on top of me and fuck my cunt till it bleeds?"
Jack Harvey was pleased again. "I must say, you're a young lady after my own heart," he declared warmly.
She was shaking her head vigorously.
He frowned slightly. "Did I say something wrong, my dear?"
"Yep. I'm not after your heart - I'm after your hard-on."
Jack Harvey sat down beside her and smiled broadly. "If you were a little older, dear, I think I'd ask you to move in with me for a while."
"I'll move in. Right now, Mr. Harvey."
He was astonished at the serious look on her young face. "But your folks. What about them?"
"Fuck my folks. They won't even miss me. They're never sober long enough to be able to miss me, or anything else."
"Really? Do you think you could get away with it?"
"Sure. Lots of girls do. They just leave home and tell their folks they're going to join a commune, or something. Parents are pretty used to hearing that sort of thing these days and most of 'em just accept it and say 'well, if that's what the kid wants, let her have it.' "
"But the kid," he said, nodding, "doesn't go live in a commune at all. She goes to live with a mature man, someone who can give her the things she wants, other than sex. Besides sex, I should have said."
"Right. So that's how I could get away with it. Now, then. You'll have to buy me some new clothes because I don't intend to return home. I'll just call my folks on the phone and tell 'em good-bye. However, there's something we have to do first."
"Oh . .. all right ... what?"
She grinned up at him impishly. "Fuck," she said. "We have to fuck first."
Jack laughed. "I quite understand," he replied.
"On the floor, too," she added, and slipped down from the sofa to the carpeting.
Again he laughed. "Are you always this hot?" he asked.
She nodded and spread her legs lustfully. "Every minute of the day. Think you can take care of a young nympho?"
It was his turn to nod. "I think so. I've taken care of quite a few of them."
"I just know you have. I can tell by the way you handle your cock."
He unzipped his pants, removed them as well as his briefs and allowed his adult body to settle down on top of her young, soft, receptive one. He jammed his cock into her slit easily.
"Fuck me, man," she breathed in his ear, even as she bit his ear, too. "Fuck me for an hour."
"Sorry," he said, grunting the words. "Can't do that."
"Yeah," she cried, frowning prettily up at him. "Why not?"
"An hour isn't long enough," he grunted and proceeded to pump prick into her willing young cunt. As it turned out, he did remain on top of her for the better part of an hour, but it did not require that much time for him to go off in her. He blew his nuts in about three minutes. This, however, did not stop Mr. Jack Harvey. He simply fucked her again.
And again and again until the hour was mostly gone.
Finally, she was on her feet, fully clad, standing near the front door. "Would you like to do it to me again soon, Mr. Harvey?" she asked impishly.
He nodded. "Yes. Tomorrow? Say, about the same time?"
"Fine," she replied. "And tomorrow you don't have to pay me a dime." Grinning at him, she left the house. "Well talk about a live-in maid at that time," she laughed as she ran down the stairs.
Jack Harvey looked forward to seeing her the following day. When the time for her arrival approached, he became nervous and even fretful, something he seldom was. What if she didn't show up? What if she had been kidding him about coming back for no pay? Sometimes you could not be certain of what female teenagers meant; whether they were sincere in their statements to an older man or if they were putting him on.
Repeatedly, he glanced out the front window at the walk in front, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl coming to his door. So far he had not seen any sign of her. An hour passed and she had not arrived. Jack sighed and poured himself a drink of whiskey.
"She's not coming," he muttered. "Damn it to hell."
He stepped out onto the porch and acting as casually as he could, glanced up and down the street looking for the girl. She was not in view. Standing there for several moments, he continued to scan the street, but finally turned about and re-entered the house. He had another drink, gulping this one down much too fast. He sat down and picked up a newspaper and tried to read it. He started an article three times but his mind would not focus on what he was reading. He put the paper down and headed for the kitchen, a feeling of something approaching despair in his heart. Also, his ego was beginning to smart. And this was no good. No good at all.
"Sonofabitch," he muttered angrily. "Can't depend on anybody these days."
His back was to the door. When the sudden knock came, he whirled about happily and looked through the window of the door. The girl, Linda, stood there, peering into the house at him. He saw her smile and wave. He jumped across the room and yanked open the door.
"Linda," he cried. "Come in, dear. I thought you weren't coming." He studied her face. God, she was pretty today. So young looking. So blonde. So sexy looking. Inviting. Everything a guy could think of, she had it. He drew her into the house and closed the door quickly.
She pressed her shapely, warm, young body against his and rubbed her loins over his. "Oh ... I'm so glad to be here, Mr. Harvey. You're hard already, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes, of course, my dear. Why wouldn't I be with such a hot, young body pressed next to me?" He had both arms about her and was holding her very close.
"Man, is it ever getting big," she exclaimed and surprised him nicely by slipping her hand between their bodies and feeling of his stiffened prick through the cloth of his pants. "I like the feel of your cock," she said, as she fingered his lance. "This guy has really got a joint on him," she continued, as if talking to a third party.
Jack laughed. "It gets large because of you, my dear girl."
"I like that," she said mysteriously.
"Like what?" he asked, leaning back a little and looking down into her pretty face.
"The way you talk to me as if I were just a child. You sound like a full-grown adult talking to a little kid. For some crazy reason, it turns me on like mad."
Again he was pleasantly surprised as he was so often with this girl. "I'm glad to know that. Makes me feel fine." He paused. "You know something? You're quite a girl. More and more I'm realizing this. You really are. I mean it."
She snuggled her head against his chest. "Oh, I like you, man. You've got something going for you that . . . well, I like it very much." She released his prick. "Mind if I take it out and look at it?" she asked, changing the subject somewhat.
"By all means do. I'd like that."
She snaked her hand in between their bodies again and this time he felt her fingers tugging down his zipper. She did it very carefully and he was relieved to discover she was the careful type, and this action would appear to indicate that she was. He then felt her fingers going about his hard-on lovingly; felt her pull it out of his pants gently, but with a certain excitement, also. Now it was all the way out of his pants and she was stroking it firmly, her breathing having increased in tempo to accentuate her passion.
"I'm so hot, Mr. Harvey," she mumbled. "So very hot."
"Then ... kneel and suck. Please do, my dear."
She dropped to her knees immediately and as he squeezed her shoulders hard, he felt her lips go about the stiffened prong. He swore softly, not because he was in any way annoyed or disappointed, but because he was so excited he scarcely knew what he was doing. He swore again as she went down on him, her young girl lips sliding wetly and easily down the entire surface of his rod. She stopped at the hair and remained there for a long moment before returning to the head, whereupon she ran her tongue over it feverishly as she attempted to drag his pants down lower on his thighs.
He thrust his loins forward and broke contact with her mouth.
She didn't seem to mind, but looked up at him and winked prettily. This was the very thing he needed. Immediately, he became less tense, less excited and more in command over his feelings.
"Man, I like you," she murmured, "but I think I'd rather have you fuck me first. Would you, Mr. Harvey?"
"Yes, of course," he answered somewhat stiffly.
She giggled.
He laughed at the sound of her giggling, which only made her giggle harder. He lifted her to her feet and steered her to the sofa. They crashed down on it even as he was lifting her skirt and pulling down her pantyhose. Getting them over her hips proved to be something of a problem until she helped him. He then drew back, shoved down his own pants and briefs and lay on top of her, his rock-hard prick in his right hand. He steered it into her easily while she grunted and accepted the raging tool.
"Oh ... I'm gonna love this, Mr. Harvey," she cried. He pressed it all the way into her. "Oh ... Mr. Harvey!"
Jack began to move, slowly at first, and then gradually increasing his speed until he had attained what he considered his normal fucking stroke. "Like that?" he grunted, wanting to hear her reply.
"I love it. I'm crazy about the way you fuck me, Mr. Harvey."
"Beautiful," he murmured, referring to her answer.
"I think it's very beautiful, Mr. Harvey."
"Good," he grunted. "I think so, too."
"Can't we get on the carpet?" she asked, breathlessly. "I think I'd like it better there."
"Sure, dear." He grabbed her hips and yanked and the two of them crashed somewhat harder to the floor than he had intended. However, except for having her breath knocked out of her momentarily, the girl was not hurt. As for him - well, he rather liked falling to the floor and having a young kid underneath. What a nice cushion she made. So soft and yet so firm, in a way. One thing he soon realized - his cock had entered her much farther now. The fall had done it. He would have to remember this and perhaps use it again sometime as a sort of technique. He wondered if it would work a second time, but decided against asking her to repeat the performance.
"I like it here on the floor," she cried softly. "Do it to me, Mr. Harvey. Do it to me real good just like you did yesterday."
"I'll try," he answered her.
'This is the most fun a girl can have, do you know that, Mr. Harvey?"
"I think I do. Most fun a man can have, too."
"Fucking is such a glorious experience," she breathed.
He wasn't sure if he would have called it glorious, but there was no doubt in his mind that it was great fun. "Right," he said, thinking it wise to agree with her in every way. "It's . . . glorious."
She writhed her hips under him. "You're bigger today than yesterday, Mr. Harvey. You feel longer."
'That's because it's in farther, dear. The fall to the carpet did it."
She giggled and he could feel her cunt "giggling," too. There was a certain trembling feeling in her cunt when she giggled with her mouth. He had never experienced this before, he thought to himself.
"Let's get up on the sofa and fall again, Mr. Harvey," she said, mostly in jest.
"All right. If you want to."
"I don't want to. I was only kiddin'."
"I thought maybe you were."
"Gee, I'm glad I heard about you and came to see you, Mr. Harvey." Before he could answer her, she had pushed against his chest.
"What's the matter, dear?" he asked, puzzled.
"Let me up. I have to go to the bathroom, please."
"Do you really?" He had never in his life heard of a request like this.
"Honest. I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Harvey."
He got off her but smiled at her and patted her on the ass as he helped her to her feet. "The bathroom is through that door there." He pointed at the proper door.
"Gee, Mr. Harvey, I sure hope you aren't mad at me."
He shrugged. "You have to go to the John, you have to go to the John. I can wait."
She stood on her toes and kissed his mouth wetly, passionately. "You're such a nice guy. I think I'm falling for you, Mr. Harvey."
He smiled. "I hope you are, dear." His smile grew broader. "On the floor, I mean."
She laughed. 'That door over there?" she asked.
"Yes. The John seat is right around the corner. Can't miss that."
She giggled again. "Now you're putting me on, Mr. Harvey."
"No, I'm not... but I will."
Once more she giggled. "I wonder what it would be like to have a man sit me down on a potty chair?"
"Want to find out?"
"Why not?"
"Here we go."
He picked her up in his arms and carried her effortlessly to the bathroom where he sat her down carefully on the seat. She held her skirt up out of the way, and giving him an odd look, began to piss before he had as much as straightened up.
She giggled. "Like the sound of it, Mr. Harvey?"
He was astonished. "Sort of," he said, grinning. "After all, the stuff comes from your lovely little cunt, so why shouldn't I like the sound of it?"
"Put your cock in my mouth, please, Mr. Harvey, and let me suck you off while I piss."
Jack felt the hair at the nape of his neck standing. What a hot thing she had said. Immediately, he pointed his cock at her lips and she stared at it, as if fascinated. Closing her eyes, she spoke.
"Stick it in me, Mr. Harvey. Fuck my mouth."
A bead of sweat had appeared on the tip of his nose and he was forced to brush it away because it annoyed him in a minor way. Not enough, however, to prevent him from thrusting his prick into her mouth and watching her lips go about it eagerly and tightly to suck it. God, what a hot thing it was to be able to watch a fourteen-year-old girl suck cock. There was no other thrill quite like it. Jack's heart was thumping furiously now and he wondered, idly, if she could hear it.
"Fuck my mouth," she begged, her voice thick because of the cock she had in her mouth. "Go off in my mouth, baby."
He held her head in his hands and began to mouth-fuck her, using quick, little jerking strokes, the sweat running down his nose now in great quantities. He was totally unaware of it. Sweat did not matter now. Fucking mattered. Going off, blowing his hot wad; these were the things that mattered. Jesus, how they mattered ...
"Wonderful," he muttered. "Great."
"Fuck me good," she cried thickly, her arms about his hips and hanging onto him as if for dear life. "Fuck me in the mouth, baby," she added, though he could barely understand her words.
He increased the tempo of his jerking strokes and soon, even as she began to fiercely squeeze his ass, he felt the high mark approaching.
"Get ready," he warned her unsteadily. "I'm going to blow it."
Her head began to bob back and forth on his cock in contrasting direction to his fucking stroke. The effect was to nearly drive Jack Harvey crazy with passion. He let out an enormous groan and shot his wad, thick and hot, into her sucking mouth. She continued to suck him for a long period of time, and it was only then that he heard her tinkling in the water of the john. Orgasm of a sort? Possibly. Who can say for certain?