Chapter 1

Christine lived in a tall apartment building in Manhattan. It was twenty stories high and had a thin spire on the top from which the American flag was flown on clear days. She could always tell what the weather was like from looking out her window. She could see clear across the island and had a fine view of any approaching clouds.

Christine lived with her stepfather. Her mother had died the previous year, but he had kept her on as her only other living relative was her grandfather, a half-senile old man. There had been a big family argument over who would have the privilege of bringing her up. Finally they had put the question to her and she said she preferred to remain with her stepfather who had always been very kind to her and was extremely rich. Her grandfather had conceded his right to the child, with the stipulation that she would spend her summers with him out on Long Island where he lived by the beach.

Summer was upon them now and school had been out for about a week. It was time for her to visit her grandfather. The city was roasting hot and she would be glad to get to the beach since she loved the ocean. But she was sorry to leave her father behind. Popsy, as she called him would have to stay in their large, luxurious apartment all alone and she felt sorry for him.

The maid had packed her bags for her and it only remained for her to get out of bed and dress. She folded the yellow sheet down and looked around the room for a while so that she wouldn't forget what it looked like while she was away. Her collection of toy animals were neatly arranged on the shelf. Her grandfather had sent her one every year on her birthday for as long as she could remember. There was a bull with plastic horns, a floppy-eared dog, a panda, and a monkey with a long, curly tail. She was sure that her grandfather would treat her well while she stayed with him.

She slipped off her sheer, nylon nightgown and walked over to the mirror, on the door of the wardrobe. She stretched before it and examined her body critically. Her skin was very pale and white all over. She was all of one color from her cheeks down to the soles of her feet. Her breast was completely flat though she was ten years old. She had seen other little girls who had begun to develop breasts already and wondered what was delaying her own growth. She teased the soft, roseate nipples with her fingers, trying to stretch them out by force. But they just popped back into her chest again without the least alteration.

There was a knock on the door and her father entered.

"Why aren't you at work, Popsy? You will be awfully late and then your boss will yell at you like my teacher does at school."

"I just wanted to spend the morning with you, darling. I'll see you to the train myself. You know you'll be away for over a month. I don't want to visit there as your grandpa and I aren't on the best of terms. But you must call me if you are lonely or homesick. Do you understand?"

"Oh, I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl and you needn't worry about me."

"Has my big girl taken her bath yet? We can't send you off to grandpa dirty or he'll think we aren't caring for you properly."

Popsy walked into the bathroom which adjoined his daughter's room and turned the water on in the tub. He poured some bubble bath under the running tap and watched the bubbles appear and float on the surface pink, and baby blue and gold. Then he went back to his daughter and stood behind her in front of the mirror.

She was still a child. He tussled her hair which was a bed-mussed mass of golden curls. Her bright blue eyes and the self-possessed expression in them reminded him of her mother whom he had loved dearly. He wondered if she would look exactly like her mom when she grew up. Already she had the same carriage and flirtatious way of looking at you over her shoulder when you stared at her back. She always seemed aware when you were staring at her. She was very bright and beautiful and he was glad that he had her to look after.

She was ten years old already, but she still looked like a child. Adolescence had not made its inroads on her body yet. He loved the way her nipples protruded the slightest bit from her chest which was flat as a board otherwise. She had the most delightful beauty mark on her left breast. He brushed his finger over it now and she giggled. He held her by the shoulders and pressed her back against his body. The top of her head just reached his chest and he could feel her round ass pushing against his legs just beneath his genitals. He pressed them into her spine and rubbed himself against her erotically. She moved forward and looked around at him curiously.

She had felt his dick pressing into the bottom vertebra of her spine. It had nudged her strongly and she had turned around to see what it was. His suit bulged out at the zipper and he moved his hand swiftly over it to press his equipment back in place.

"I think your bath is ready," he said in an effort to distract her.

He helped her pin her hair up. The curls hung down teasingly around her neck and her shoulders. She held onto his arm helplessly as she put her foot into the warm foamy water. She smiled up at him and lifted her other foot in. Then she stood there for a moment posing. The suds billowed up around her shapely thighs. From the waist down she looked like a woman in miniature. Her ass protruded behind her. It was well-fed and dimpled. She had the most adorable ass that he had ever seen. The bubbles began to burst about her hairless pubis. He pushed his hand into the suds and brushed some of it over the naked triangle between her legs. His head ached to look at her and he felt that she had better disappear beneath the suds and hide her nakedness before he did something rash.

"Come on. Hurry up. Your train leaves in two hours, so you haven't time to dawdle," he said with irritation.

She slipped down into the water and the bubbles covered her chest and began bursting ticklingly about her tender, young nipples.

"Popsy," she said as her father turned his back to leave her. "You must soap me. I can't reach all the places by myself."

What a perfect little dictator she was. He realized what a brat he was making of her. He always gave her, her way in everything. He could deny her nothing and she seemed to know it. He turned around to look at her once again with his head and body heavy and aching. She would torture him with her nakedness. He could stand it for a little while longer and then she would be leaving him in peace.

He dipped his large hand into the steamy, bubbly water and contacted her soft skin. He rubbed a bar of scented soap over her stomach and she writhed erotically underneath his hard hand. Then she slipped over on her back, her cute little ass bobbed up above the surface of the water. He moved his hand caressingly over the slippery cheeks that flushed pink from the heat of the bath. He closed his eyes and ran his hand across them. He dug his fingers into them hard as if he wanted to wrench them from her body. His nails dug into the erotic crack between the cheeks.

"You're hurting me, Popsy. Am I so dirty back there? Don't rub so hard!" Her voice reverberated against the shiny bathroom tiles and brought him back to reality. He released her buttocks from his strong grip and stood up again.

He looked down on her small body. She looked so helpless and fragile among the bursting bubbles. His hands dripped water onto his pants. He suddenly wanted to get rid of her-to drown her! She was driving him wild with desire. He wondered if other men felt like he did when they saw her.

He wiped his hands on a towel and turned his back on her once again. The steam that filled the room made his mind dizzy and he bent his head against the wall and the rolled-up sleeve of his clean, white shirt. He thought he was going mad.

"Popsy. Will you carry me back to my room like you always do?"

"You're getting too big and heavy," he protested.

"Oh, please. Just this one last time? Please?" she whined piteously. And he couldn't resist.

He took a big bath towel down from a rack on the wall. She stood up with the water cascading off her gleaming pink limbs and he wrapped the towel around her hurriedly so as not to be hypnotized by her enticing young body.

He lifted her from the tub. She weighed practically nothing in his arms. It seemed so paradoxical that he was ten times as big and strong as she was, yet she was his master and he had no choice but to do her bidding. He spun her around in his arms once or twice to make her scream. She cried out gleefully and kicked her little feet. Her voice was not frightened, but only excited, yet it did his heart good to hear her break the silence and the tension.

He dumped her on the bed and the ends of the towel fell away from her body. He stared at her with aching eyes. She was all pink and supple. Her limbs were completely relaxed and she seemed to look up at him longingly with her big blue eyes. She fluttered her long dark lashes at him.

"I'll miss you daddy."

"I'll miss you too, darling." He bent over her body and smothered her cheeks with kisses. Then something snapped inside him and he fled from the room.

When he returned she was dressed in a prim yellow and blue plaid sundress. Her arms and back were bare. He took her by her little white hand and led her out of the room picking up her suitcase in his free hand. It seemed like an endless amount of time that they spent alone together in the elevator. His body was rigid with the effort of keeping his hands away from her body. Finally the door opened and he ushered her to his car. He drove quickly to the Pennsylvania Station and gave her, her ticket entrusting her luggage to a porter who would show her to the right track.

"I'll see you in the fall, my darling," he said kissing her warm cheek. "Take care of yourself and say hello to your grandpa for me." I hope to heaven I love you less when you return to me in the fall, he thought to himself as he watched her small figure disappear into the crowd.

He felt his mind completely muddled. He couldn't go to the office now so he decided to go for a drive and try to distract his mind from his daughter. He started off down Seventh Avenue. At the corner of Thirty-Fourth Street he noticed a young girl hitchhiking downtown. He pulled up to the curb without even thinking what he was doing and opened the door next to him for her to climb in.

"Thank you, mister. Uhm, air conditioning. That's super, it's really hot out there in the sun."

"Where are you headed for? You just get off the train from the Island?"

"Yeah, you guessed it. I'm on my way to the East Village to visit some friends. Are you going near there?"

"I just put my daughter on the train. She's only ten. How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen," she lied.

He began to drive off downtown. The streets were practically empty because of the burning midday heat. Suddenly the sky clouded over and it began to rain. It was one of those summer cloudbursts. He pulled over to the side of the Avenue as he couldn't see where he was going very well. The rain cascaded down in sheets and battered against the windshield noisily.

"You don't mind if I pull over for a moment. I can't see where I'm going. If I let you out in this weather you'd spoil your clothes so why don't we just wait for the rain to pass over? It's only a summer shower."

She nodded at him agreeably and he took the opportunity to look her over. She was all dressed up to kill in hot pants and pink stockings with white leather boots to the knee. She didn't look as old as she said she was. Her rouge and lipstick were applied smearily, obviously from inexperience. But her body was rather womanly. She wore one of those short-sleeved nylon blouses that are made of puckered material that fits skin tight over the body. The material was white and showed her pink bra underneath it. Her arms were fleshy and shapely like her bust. His heart was beating fast as he looked her over.

"Are you going to meet your boyfriend?" he asked idly.

"No, my girl friend. We want to go around to some of those singles bars tonight," she admitted. "There isn't much action out on the island these days. Just beach parties," she said with disgust.

"Maybe you'd like to come up to my apartment for a while. I don't live far from here. I work for an advertising company and I was thinking that you might be perfect for a campaign I've been working on. We've been looking for the right girl, young and fresh like

She thought about it for a moment. He said he had a young daughter. He was probably on the level. She couldn't really believe his story, but she was so flattered by his offer that she couldn't resist the temptation. She told him that she wouldn't mind. She wasn't due to show up at her girl friend's for hours anyway.

The rain let up and Popsy drove east and back uptown. He felt at ease now. He was about to satisfy the need that had been building up inside him all morning. This girl was nowhere near as beautiful or as enticing as Christine, but for that very reason he knew that he wouldn't feel guilty about taking her. She was dumb and vulnerable and this made him feel strong and manly. She would suit his purposes just fine.

When they arrived at the apartment he prepared them each a drink. The girl's name was Cathy and it was obvious that she had never drunk anything stronger than beer before. She admitted that this was the first time she had ever been to the city alone. She said that she would like it if he would teach her what the different drinks were so that she wouldn't appear so innocent when she and her friend went out together that evening.

He told her frankly that the only drinks he could prepare for her were made with Cool Cola, the product that he thought she might model for. Cool Cola and rum, Cool Cola and rye, he let her try a few different drinks out until she was quite drunk.

Then he began to show her some portfolios of photographs. The first was from their present campaign. There were numerous pictures of smiling girls in bikinis, in hot pants and in tennis outfits, each with a bottle of Cool Cola in their hand. The captions ran: "Girls who drink Cool Cola always smile."

"Cool Cola bubbles all the way down."

"Have fun with Cool Cola, look for our new tapered bottle."

Then some pictures slipped out from the back of the portfolio and fell on the floor. Cathy picked them up and was completely taken my surprise at what she saw. Popsy knew what the pictures were without looking. He was more intent on watching the girl's face. She turned red with embarrassment. Her eyes got wide in disbelief. It tickled him to see her so shocked.

The first picture was of the bikini model, only this time she was naked. Only one of her breasts was visible around the hairy thigh of a naked man. He had a long erection the tip of which was poked into her mouth. Her lips sucked erotically at the head. The shaft had some letters printed along the length of it which read, "Cool Cola makes you smile."

The next picture, predictably, was of the hot pants model. She sat cross-legged with her cunt hanging open to view. Her red lips were parted and a pearly liquid dripped down her mouth and over her breasts. A droplet hung from her large red nipple. The caption read, "Cool Cola tickles all the way down."

The last one was the worst of all. The tennis model was rolled over on her back. Her legs were perched over her body with her toes dangling next to her shoulders. Her little ruffled skirt hung down over her thighs. It was dirty and rumpled as if she had been rolling around on the ground. Her hands were thrust between her legs gripping a soda bottle which was thrust up her cunt. "Try our tapered bottle."

Cathy looked up at him in amazement. Popsy began to laugh until the tears streamed over his cheeks. He slapped his hand against her stockinged knee and ran it up and down her thigh as he convulsed with laughter.

"You can't always take your work seriously. Every now and then the photographers decide to have some fun. I think that this is a marvelous bit of fun. You'd really be surprised at how it helps you to think up imaginative slogans for your new campaign. You've really got to think of every angle. It's no secret that there's a lot of tenuously covered-over sexuality in advertisements."

Cathy began to laugh too. She felt prudish suddenly at not having gotten the joke. Her breasts heaved delightfully as she covered her mouth and giggled. She decided that she could learn a lot about the fast city world from this man.

She grabbed another batch of photos which he had set down on the couch beside him. He looked over her shoulder as she examined these. They were pictures that he had taken of Christine. First there was one of her naked on a bear rug. Her ass stuck up in the air and she had her head laid on her arm as she smiled at the camera. Next was one of her in a sheer nightgown. Her dark nipples peeped through the thin material and her eyes looked seductively out from the photo. In the last one she was propped over a man's knee. Her head and blonde hair hung down almost to the floor and her ass stuck up roundly as the man's hand was suspended in thin air over her buttocks. Her feet were a blur of kicking.

Popsy looked at this picture for a long time. His wife had taken it when she was still alive. They had been punishing Christine for disappearing from in front of the house when she was supposed to always remain in view of the doorman.

They had decided to take the photo so that she would be able to remind herself of what would happen if she disobeyed her parents. Popsy had disciplined her with relish. He remembered that his wife had had to stop him after awhile because he had gotten so caught up in slapping her luscious ass. He had promised not to hit her any more as it seemed to make him lose control in himself. When he had finally released his daughter he realized the extent of his excitement. His pants had become wet with scum.

He sat close to the girl next to him. He pressed his hand to her cheek and turned her face towards him. He kissed gently on the lips. Then he surrounded the back of her neck with his hand and pressed her mouth hard against his own probing his tongue inside. She started to struggle against his strong grip, but he held her there and pressed her breasts against his body.

"Oh, don't do that," she whispered when he finally released her.

"You're a bad little girl. You know that, don't you? I think you deserve to be punished. You shouldn't be in some strange apartment with a man you never met before. What would your father say?"

He dragged her across his lap and began slapping her bottom soundly. He liked the sound that his hand made against the tight black leather shorts that she wore. Her screams also excited him. He let his hand fall over her plush ass again and again. His palm became hot and red, the heat seemed to spread from it through the rest of his body.

Then he flung her on her back across the couch. She stared at him in fright and lifted her hands as if to protect her face. He straddled her stomach and pulled the blouse up over her face. He eyed her pink bra and could see that it was well padded. He inserted his hand under her back and snapped the clasp of it. He pulled it up and was delighted to find that she was much less busty than he had anticipated when he had first seen her.

He pulled the blouse and the bra off over her head, wondering why she would want to distort her body unnaturally. He molded his palms over her soft pubescent breasts. The nipples moved sensitively under his hands. She cast her eyes down now to watch him work her over.

He rubbed his thumb irritatingly across the smooth mounds. He manipulated the nipples back and forth until they began to pucker with tension. Then he bent his head down to suck on them. He drew them up and out delightfully with his lips. She tried to pull away from him and he bit in with his teeth and she sank down again and ceased resisting.

She could feel him lolling her nipples around with his tongue. They felt cold and then hot in his mouth. He sucked on them rapaciously and when he bit into one she thought that he would detach it from her breast the pain went searing through her body. But when he finally released it she found herself sighing deeply with relief and pleasure. Soon she was holding the back of his head with her hands and bristling the little gray hairs that peppered the darker ones. His lips never stopped massaging her and soon she felt her whole body rigid with excitement beneath him.

He sucked on endlessly, but his hands were busy as well. He unzipped the side of her shorts and began pulling them down over her thighs. Her undies came down with them because her hot pants were so tight. She found herself kicking her legs to try and be rid of them. He glanced up from his work for a moment and helped her off the couch.

He made her parade around in her panty hose. They were pink and gave her skin a delightful cast like strawberry ice cream. He could see the sensuous crack in her ass clearly through the transparent nylon. When she turned to face him again her pubic hairs were clearly visible. The black curls were pressed tightly against her crotch by the material. They looked like they were being preserved forever behind glass. Her thighs curved smoothly outward encased like thick sausages in the stockings. She looked good enough to eat.

He beckoned her towards him and she wiggled over in his direction. She was trying to be sexy, but she came off by being cute which was even more seductive to him. He held her tightly between his knees and peeled down her stockings. Then he pressed his lips into the fragrant hairs of her pussy and began kissing them fervidly.

She felt his tongue suddenly jut into the crack of her cunt. She moaned as she realized what he was about. She began to sink down to the floor as she realized that he would certainly make her go all the way. It had been fun up till now, but she was suddenly frightened. The tears spouted on her cheeks as she sank down in front of him.

He sat her down on the couch and watched her weep. The tears rolled in streams over her cheeks which were an excited red. Her tits were pressed against her body by her upraised arms so that the nipples bulged delightfully at the crook of her elbows. He began to undress hurriedly. He felt himself excited all over. Her fearfulness made him feel powerful. It had been at long time since he had had a virgin. There didn't seem to be any in the city no matter how young he tried girls. But he was sure from her embarrassed behavior that Cathy was pure.

His penis was semi-erect already. It stuck out in front of him, eight inches and flexible. He stepped over to where Cathy sat and kneeled over her crotch on the couch. He raised himself up on his knees so that his prick bounced under her chin. Then he forced her to slide down on the plush pillows until her mouth was at a level with his long member.

He pushed it between her reluctant lips. He pressed her cheeks together with his fingers and forced her mouth open. Then he poked it inside and as he grabbed her breasts she began to suck. She lolled her tongue around it as he milked her tits. He was pulling on them desperately trying to work up her passion. He twisted and tweaked the nipples and she took the whole length of it inside her finally. He began to shove it inside her and she responded by closing her lips around it sensuously.

His hairy balls bobbed under her chin and she could feel the saliva slipping disgustingly down the sides of her mouth, but still she kept drawing it deeper into her throat. She twisted her tongue around the head of it teasingly and let her lips slide over the surface of it as he pulled it out only to enter again. She could feel the veins bulging on the surface and it grew harder and harder until it finally exploded. She choked the scum down and coughed around his dick so that he finally withdrew it.

They both watched it shrivel up before their eyes. He twanged it feebly in his hands. Then he bent down in front of her, shoving her knees apart with his hands and began to eat her out. He pressed the hairy lips aside with his fingers. She was all pink inside and he brushed his hard fingernail inside the crack just to hear her moan. He detected the little pink clitoris clinging to one of her labia and flicked it with his nail. It shuddered at the contact and she tried to close her knees, but he was quick to bend his head into her crotch.

He stuck out his tongue and licked up and down the tender crack until she felt her hands on his head once again. She was pressing him down and inside her. She was hot and raunchy and dying for his big cock, but first he wanted to tease her some more. He liked the way she shivered and moaned. He could feel his second erection growing between his thighs.

He took her little clitty between his lips and sucked it delicately at first. Then he took it between his teeth and bit into it feelingly. Her ass jumped up into the air, but he hung onto the tender tidbit, ragging it about and trying to enlarge it. It was so petite that it was hard to detect. As he clung to her clitoris he thrust his long index finger into her twat. She moaned and spread her legs apart as he massaged her tight hole open and let his finger bounce off the protective hymen. Now she was ready for him.

He climbed between her thighs and she lay there motionless looking up at him desirously. He wagged his enlarged cock over her ceremoniously. It was fully erect and he pulled the head back several times to test its firmness. He spread her thighs with his hands and nestled himself down on top of her. He poked his dick inside her warm cunt until the tip of it came up against the virginal membrane. He held his breath as he dug his knees into the couch for support and then lunged forward. He felt himself double up painfully against the tough hymen and bounce back again.

He paused for a moment to renew his strength and she writhed around on the couch painfully. Then he dug it into her again. He felt himself come up against the insidious barricade and he held her thighs tightly as he pushed through steadily and felt it fall aside. He shoved himself all the way into her and she wiggled delightfully around him trying to escape.

He began to work it in and out until he sank in to the hilt and felt his balls bobbing against the bottom of her pussy. She was tight and he wiggled his dick around to loosen her and work up the juices. He thrust his hands under her ass to pick her up so that he could plunge into her from above. He let himself slip out feeling her muscles holding him back and then thrust deeply with the force of gravity aiding him, burying himself in her succulent pussy.

She felt him grow larger and larger inside her until she felt herself straining with the pressure of his tremendous cock. She felt entirely full of him and her muscles were tightened to their utmost limits. She thought that if he didn't remove himself she would burst asunder. He moved back and she felt herself caving in, but then he lunged forward once again and she began moving frantically around him. She grew warm with her efforts and finally felt the tension build to an extreme. She cried out in terror as he thrust again and again breaking her apart. Then the tension seemed to shatter and her thighs gave way to his knees. She felt herself melting around him as she reached the first climax of her life.

He felt her soft and moist around him. He drove through her like a plow through soft snow. He was all hardness and she, all softness. He socked it into her over and over with the delight of his power conquering her weakness. Then he felt his strength gather through his whole body only to drain through his dick as he pumped it into her one last time and exploded his liquid passion inside of her. His whole body trembled as he concluded his efforts and lay down on top of her small, hard body, with his fluids dripping from him and sapping his strength.