Chapter 1

"Please, Mister Ross, I'll do anything you ask-anything-if you'll just promise not to tell my folks," she pleaded and began to sob which made the big beautiful tits tremble like twin mounds of Jell-O.

George approached the girl and patted her reassuringly on the head and shoulders. She pulled closer to him and he was unable to keep his hands from dropping down to cup and caress the soft full breasts and tweak at the little nipples. Her face was practically against his swollen throbbing prick now. She made no effort to move away nor to cover herself. It was too close now to even consider turning back. He knew that it was now or never. The blood was throbbing in his brain almost as violently as it was in his turgid cock. Unmindful of the consequences he released her tits and slowly unzipped his fly. Her eyes were glued to the parting teeth until they reached the bottom of the track. Reaching in he extracted his big dangling hairy balls as well as the twitching, burning shaft with the moist purple knob.

"Suck it," came the gentle, quiet command.

"But I don't know how. I mean, I've never done that before," the frightened girl stammered but without refusing or pulling away from the hot head of his cock that was less than an inch from her face.

"Use your imagination. Experiment. I'll tell you when you are doing it right," he encouraged her.

The touch of her moist tongue on the burning glans was like an angel's caress. It had been so very long. She seemed anxious to please and soon she was licking the entire length and breadth of it, even licking his balls when she came to the base.

"Now open your mouth and suck on it, up and down, like it was a lovely popsicle," he urged her.

"But, it's much too big. I could never get that huge thing in my mouth," she protested weakly, even as she prepared to follow his instructions.

The soft tender lips slid enticingly over the hot throbbing helmet of his charger and soon it was beautifully encased in the cool moist confines of her mouth as she continued to tickle the big swollen vein along the bottom of its length with her darting tongue. George held her head gently but firmly as he slowly urged more and more of his throbbing, long neglected sex into the wondrous wetness of her mouth and throat. She seemed to warm to her task now and began to fondle" his balls with her cool fingers and to stroke the part of his shaft that she had not yet learned to orally encase. George was aflame with passion. While he hadn't been laid in over a year, it had been some three years since he had had his cock sucked. Now it was actually happening. It was too good to last long. He tightened his grip on her head, fearful that the inexperienced young girl might try to pull off of his throbbing prick when he blew his load in her mouth. He had no way to knowing that his fears were in vain. Betty knew from her experiences at masturbating her boy friend's how men ejaculated their hot jism in the climax of this sex activity. Also she had watched her mother go down on her father a number of times. Before her mother took it out of her mouth it was always limp and shrunken. She realized that she had taken his come in her mouth and she realized that this was now what was expected of her. She was already aware of a rather pleasant fragrance and flavor to his sex. Now she was erotically curios to see what the heavy hot fluid would taste like. She had never seen her mother spit it out so it must be good enough to swallow. Her jaws were beginning to ache now from the unaccustomed stretched-lips position, so she began to stroke her lips as far up and down as much of the length of his big cock as she could possibly accommodate while she gently kneaded his balls and stroked the swollen lower vein where it disappeared into his balls. It began to throb and twitch violently in her mouth now, and then she felt the head swell up just before her mouth and throat were flooded with the heavy liquid outpourings. It seemed to gush out faster than she could swallow it and some of it overran her mouth and came out of her nostrils. As she took a man's cum into her own body, even though orally, for the first time in her life she became aware of a growing hot wetness in her own crotch. Since she had gone this far she was anxious to go all the way. Now that she had known the feel of a real man's prick in her mouth, she wanted to experience the feel of it in her cunt, too. She wondered if he would be able to do anything about that now that she had sucked him soft. He released her head and slowly she pulled off of 'his spent cock until it plopped limply from her lips. The taste of his cum really permeated her mouth and intoxicated her to sexual cravings beyond her wildest girlish experiences.

"You did that beautifully, Betty," old George informed her with a tender smile. "Such a good job must be rewarded and I intend to give you your reward right now."

He pulled off her slacks and panties now and spread the firm young thighs. The pink gash of her sex glistened with the juices of anticipation like a tender rosebud covered with dew. He fell to his knees on' the floor between her spread legs and stroked her thighs and tummy and the soft globes of her full breasts. Slowly, he lowered his face to her furry triangle and nuzzled his nose and lips in the fragrant soft pubic hair while the aroused young girl squirmed in delight at the very touch. Then he dropped his mouth to her tender slit and began to lick and suck on it while she went wild with passionate desire. He sucked the lips of her quim into those of his mouth and slipped his tongue between them into the creamy tube in the ultimate soul kiss. He licked up and down the full length of her fur-fringed valley of sex from her erect little clitoris to her tight tan asshole while she moaned and groaned and grasped his head and pressed it tight to her creamy cunt. He tickled her sensitive button with the tip of his tongue and then sucked the little white pea in the pink shell into his mouth and began to suck up and down on it. He worked one hand beneath her and inserted his middle finger deep into her ass and his middle finger into her vulva. He held her in this delightful bowling alley grip while his tongue and lips tortured the wildly erogenous clit as his other hand caressed and stroked and squeezed on those luscious breasts. She shuddered as violently as though a major earthquake had struck as the mammoth orgasm swept through her while the little muscles inside her cunt and ass clutched and squeezed convulsively on his embedded fingers. Her head lolled from side to side and her eyeballs rolled back in their sockets as she experienced the most fantastic multiple cum of her entire life. When the last of the seething hot winds had blown through the corridors of her sex, she collapsed beneath his face like a deflated balloon.

Sucking the lovely young girl's cunt, until he had drained her honey pot, had re-aroused old George. When he got up on his knees between her still-spread thighs he had achieved a workable erection. Having gone this far, he knew that he had to fuck her now. He could still taste her cunt juices on his lips as he took his cock in his hand and rubbed the spongy head up and down the soggy slit and against the little clit. He wondered if she was still a virgin. Since pecker tracks on the couch in his daughter's den would surely arouse suspicion, he pulled two large handkerchiefs from his pockets and worked them beneath her creamy cunt. Slowly he urged the swollen head of his burning prick between the moist pink lips of her throbbing cunt. They soon encased the hot glans even more delightfully than her mouth had done earlier. Gently, he thrust forward until he encountered an obstruction. The tender membrane that had up to now stood guard at the gates of her virginity was still intact. It wouldn't be for long. She lay there so still that he wondered if she had fainted. What he had done so far was legally carnal abuse, but it had done her no permanent physical harm. Medically and legally it could not be proven that he had gotten her to suck his cock and that he had sucked her sweet little cunt. There was the element of doubt. To forcibly rape an unconscious underage virgin was quite another matter. If she felt remorse about the experience and confessed to her parents, they could prosecute and he would be a cinch to do hard time in the steel chateau. It was too big a risk to take. While it is often said that a stiff prick has no conscience, George Ross still had the conservative mind of a trained engineer. Reluctantly, slowly and painfully, he moved back until the enraged head of his cock realized that it had been removed from the wondrous caress of her nether lips.

"Don't take it out, Mister Ross," Betty sobbed, grabbing for his retreating cock. She had not been unconscious after all. Somehow it seemed almost ludicrous to George that the dear child should, out of force of habit, call him "Mister Ross" at a moment like this.

"You mean you want me to fuck you? You want for me to destroy your virginity?" he asked in happy disbelief.

"Yes, Mister Ross, I want very much to have you fuck me. I want to feel that beautiful big meat of yours all the way inside me, down there. As for my virginity, I've only been saving it for a real man like you. I didn't want to waste it on one of the kids. I want for you to take it. I'll never tell anybody-honest I won't. I've been a girl long enough. Tonight I want you to teach me what it feels like to be a woman. Fuck me, Mister Ross. Please ... fuck me!" There was almost a note of desperation in her voice. She clutched at his cock and at his balls and pulled him toward her as she thrust her cunt forward to meet him. This time she guided the soft swollen head into her waiting cuntal lips.

It is not often that a forty-five-year-old grandfather gets a chance to smash the cherry of a beautiful fifteen-year-old girl. It would have taken Herculean strength to walk away from an opportunity like that. George Ross, the sex-starved widower didn't possess such strength. He thrust forward into the tight virgin cunt. Betty gasped and bit her lip. Perhaps she couldn't take in his big prick after all. He pulled back and rammed forward again. He could feel the membrane of her hymen stretch as she gasped in pain at the ferocity of the required assault upon this stubborn bastion to her inner sex.

"I don't care if it hurts. Please, don't stop. Keep slamming it at me until you get all the way inside me. I made up my mind that tonight I'm going to get fucked by a man, not a boy, and I'm not about to let a little pain stand in my way. C'mon, man, fuck me!" she sobbed.

George rammed her good now, back and forth as he felt the rubbery gate stretch until it finally ripped. He could feel the virgin blood of her maidenhead ooze out and trickle down over his balls. Gently, but firmly, he now stretched the tunnel of her sex as he burrowed deeper and deeper into her tender virgin cunt. At last he was buried balls deep in her soft sex. He could feel the spongy head of his long cock rubbing against her uterus and cervix. The walls of her vagina squeezed gently on the embedded meat that was the welcome intruder. She lay very still as he stroked gently all the way in and out of her. Only towards the end did she seem to respond to his movements. There was a sweetness to her responses that delighted his sex-hungry staff that hadn't been in a cunt for a year now. He wanted to make her cum but soon he realized that he could hold back no longer.

"I've got to cum, Betty. I can't hold off any longer," he whispered hoarsely.

"Oh yes, give it to me. Cum in my cunt! I want to feel your hot jism shooting out deep inside my belly," she urged feverishly.

He thrust even deeper into her previously secret innermost caverns and then erupted like a mighty volcano deep in their confines. She moaned and covered the older man with kisses as she felt the deep flow of his molten love lava. When the tidal wave from his balls had finally ebbed, she threw her legs around his buttocks and held him in a death grip.

"Don't take it out. Now that I have it inside me I don't want you ever to take it out. Just hold still while I squeeze it with my cunt. I'll try to help you to get it all nice and hard again. I just know we can do it if we try and work at it together. You have opened so many beautiful doors to life for me tonight. I want to go the full route. I must know what it feels like to cum to a man's cock fucking my cunt. I want to flood your beautiful prick with my love offerings, too. You've got to fuck me again and make me cum with your wonderful cock. Please!" she pressed her tits tight to his chest as she spoke softly, but demandingly.

For an amateur she displayed a hell of a lot of talent in exercising those inner cunt muscles which all women possess but not one in a hundred ever learns to use. George felt as if his ball-drained pecker had gotten caught in a runaway milking machine and in an unbelievably short time he was again big and stiff enough to start stroking in and out of her grateful grocket. This time her response was enthusiastic and complete. She humped back and forth with him as he tried to tunnel even further into her womb. Their bodies were covered with sweat before she let out a shrill shriek like a trapped bird that echoed around the small room as she clutched him close and thrust her creamy cunt up even tighter to him.

"Oh, my God. It's happening. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum all over your sweet prick as you fuck my cunt. Try real hard and see if you can't cum right with me," she sputtered, breathlessly.

George felt the muscular spasms of her orgasm clutching and grabbing at his embedded member and, then, the cymbals crashed and the skyrockets burst and all the colored lights flashed in his head as he felt as though the very marrow in his bones had melted and was flowing out of the slit of his cock and into her wanton cunt.

When she finally allowed him to plop from her like a weak champagne cork, George glanced at his watch. He had lost all track of time. He was caught in a sudden panic. It was nearly one a.m. His daughter and son in law could return any moment. God knows what would happen if they caught old dad in the act of screwing the young baby-sitter. They dressed quickly now and she suggested, "You'd better run along to your room and go to sleep. I'm sure you can sleep comfortably now. I'll pretend to be dozing in front of the TV when they come in and tell them my date left hours ago. After all, we wouldn't want anything as nice as this to turn out be a one-night stand, would we. I'll tell your daughter that I'm saving up for a car and want to baby-sit steady for her from now on. That way we can have a lot of nights like this."

George carefully removed the handkerchiefs from beneath her and tried to rub the excess out of her creamy cunt with them. They were well stained with maiden blood and cum but there wasn't a trace on the couch. He squeezed Betty's tits, now safely back in their bra and sweater and she squeezed his limp pecker through his closed pants. Then he retreated to his little room, undressed and crawled into bed. He hadn't felt this emotionally relaxed in years.

He lit a cigarette from the pack he always kept in the bedside table and thought back over the events of the evening that had led him into his enviable new position of sex master to a fifteen-year-old virginal mistress. How had he gotten so lucky as to fall into a pedophilia situation as an older man sexually involved with a young girl. He realized that he should feel guilty and ashamed about what he had done with young Betty tonight but the only emotions he could feel at the moment were pride, contentment and exhilaration. At this time the day before he wouldn't have given a dime for his sexual chances with the lovely young nymphet next door. Tonight he wouldn't take a million dollars for the position he had achieved with her. He was almost asleep with he heard Fred and Alice pull into the driveway.

George Ross had stayed at the Barrel Inn later tonight than was his custom and had consumed considerably more bourbon than usual. He had gotten involved with a couple of guys he used to work with and they had reminisced about happier days when they were riding high in the aerospace industry. Also there had been a whore in the bar with a pair of tits and a bulbous ass that drove him out of his mind. He hadn't had a piece of ass for over a year now and the mere sight of her had made him unbearably horny. He had made discreet inquiries to the bartender and learned that she charged twenty dollars for her competent services. He had less than twelve in his pocket. Now he was walking a trifle unsteadily as he approached the little house where his daughter and son-in-law had given him a small hall bedroom. He checked the windows of the house next door hoping to catch a glimpse of that nymphet Betty getting ready for bed. At fifteen, she had a full-blown figure. Twice he had peeked through the curtains and gotten a fleeting glance at her in the nude. Both times he had been so affected that he had to jerk off to get to sleep. Forty-five-year-old men weren't supposed to be that sexy but his big cock was not aware of this. He let himself in the kitchen door. The house was quiet, perhaps everyone was asleep. Then he had spotted the note held to the refrigerator door with the little fancy magnet clips that made this double as a family bulletin board.

"Dear Dad:

Fred and I were suddenly called to an important meeting at his office and won't be in until very late. At the last minute we got Betty next door to baby-sit with Jimmy. She had a date and I said it was okay if they watched TV in the den. You might check on them before you turn in.

Love, Alice."

George had heard the television and, as he approached, also the whispered conversation of the young couple. The lights were very dim and he could barely make them out on the couch. They were too involved to notice his entrance. He flipped on the light switch. There was a mad scramble on the couch as the boy nervously pulled up his jeans and zipped the fly. He had removed Betty's sweater and bra and her huge firm tits glowed like polished ivory tipped with rosebuds in the sudden light. Her slacks and panties had been pulled down around her knees as the two had obviously been masturbating each other. The huge muff of curly chestnut brown cunt hair was moist at the crotch. The sight of her youthful perfection made George begin to drool from both ends.

"Get out of here!" he had screamed at the red-faced youth who fled the house in panic.

Betty had seemed in no great rush to cover her nakedness. She had seen George stare at her while she had practiced her baton twirling in the back yard. She knew that his interest in her was far from fatherly. Ever since she had been aware of sex, she had felt a strong attraction to older men. For several years she had really had a case of the hots for her Uncle Bob but he had paid no attention to her. Against her wishes her sexual experiences to date had been limited to allowing boys to rub and kiss her boobies and play with her pussy. When they got too hot she would jerk them off. Once Jack Finlay in her class had tried to fuck her but she kept her thighs locked tightly together while he rubbed his hard hot cock into her cunt hair until he had shot his jism all over her belly. Betty was ready and anxious to go from girlhood to womanhood but could not see wasting her cherry blossoms on the callow, inexperienced boys at school. Betty had needed a real man and tonight had been her chance. She went home and to bed happy that she had not let the opportunity slip by.