Chapter 2
"Didn't you ever read the Bible."
"What does that have to do with me finding a job?"
"In Genesis, it explains how because Eye gave Adam the apple of knowledge to eat from against God's command mankind has suffered the damnation of having to work. That was the punishment. Women would have pain in childbirth, and men would have to work for a living."
"Okay, then I'll just have babies, and you can work for a living."
"Oh, I give up. You are hopeless. I will buy you some clothes, and find a job for you. I cannot afford to support you."
"Oh, pretty please," she got off her chair, and with the robe still opened, stood before the young man, and pressed her body against his. "Even if I do you special favors?"
"What sort of special favors?"
"I give good massages."
"Oh, do you?"
"Really. You must get very sore in your shoulders and back from typing a lot."
"That's true."
"And it would feel real nice if I massaged lotion on your shoulders and back. And maybe other places."
"Have you ever been told that you are a little tease."
"Who, me?"
"Yea, you!"
"I'm just a little girl, Mark. Don't be so rough on me."
"Okay, forget it," he sighed. "But for God's sake close that robe. Otherwise, I won't be able to keep my hands off you." I
"Oh, very well," she said, closing the robe. "Do you want that massage?"
"Yes, if you promise to behave yourself."
"Of course, after all, I am only a teenager."
"I don't know what that guarantees. But I would like a massage. Where'd we do it."
"On your bed."
"Why on my bed?"
"There's no reason to be uncomfortable."
"Very well," he said, leading the way into the bedroom.
"You certainly aren't a very good housekeeper," she observed the young man's clothes lying about, and the unmade bed.
"Well, I don't have much time: I'm rather busy with my work."
"Okay, get undressed."
"Undressed?"
"Well, I can't very well massage you if you have clothes on, silly."
The writer felt rather awkward undressing while the young girl, her lovely young body revealed by the open robe, sat on the bed and watched with curiosity.
He removed his shirt, and tossed it into a nearby chair.
"You sure have a hairy chest. My father hardly had any hair on him at all."
"Is he light-haired like you?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's often the case. Dark-haired people tend to be hairier."
"And your pants too."
"Is that really necessary?"
"Yes, you have to be totally relaxed."
"But I'm not wearing any underwear."
"Why not?"
"Oh, they are so uncomfortable. I like to-feel free."
"Well, you've seen me naked."
"That's because you have no sense of modesty. I happen to be modest."
"That's a good reason for you to have me around," she smiled. "I'll loosen you up."
Mark blushed, feeling quite intimidated by the young woman.
"Don't be such a baby, just take off your pants."
With more than a little hesitation, the young man unzipped his trousers, and turning his backside to the young woman, climbed out of them.
"You have a cute ass," she teased.
"You don't have to be fresh," he said, as he moved towards the bed, with his ass still turned to the girl.
"You can turn around. I know you have an erection. You really are a baby. Are you frightened of women, or something?"
He didn't reply. He folded his erect cock up against his belly (it was the only way he could lay flat) and lay on the bed.
"Are you an athlete?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"Oh, it's just that you have a nice figure."
"On me, it's called a build. Not a figure."
"Well, what ever it is, you have a nice one. Do you have a big cock?"
"What did you say?" he coughed with confusion.
"I think you heard what I said."
"I think I'm rather normal, actually."
"We'll see."
"Oh, will we, really?"
"Trust me," she giggled.
"That's a new one trusting a fifteen-year-old child."
"You have a prejudice against youth?"
"No, I didn't mean it that way, and you know it."
"We'll see what you mean, and what you don't mean."
"Hey, where are you going?"
"To get some lotion from the bathroom," she said.
She returned a moment later with a bottle of rose-scented lotion. Mark turned to observe her, still not sure what to make of this precocious young blonde, when she dropped the robe to the floor.
"And why did you do that?"
"It's pretty hard to give a massage when you're swimming around in a huge robe, silly.
"I'm not so sure you aren't the silly one. What are you trying prove anyway? I think I understand what happened to you and your father better now." :-
"Don't be so sure of that," she sniffed. "And I don't want to talk about him anymore. And if you are such a holy one, then why are you staring at my pussy like that?"
"Oh, was I staring?" he turned away. "Sorry."
The young girl got up on the bed and sat herself down on top of the writer's ass.
"What are you doing now?"
"This is the best position for rubbing your back, she said as she squeezed a large amount of the pink lotion on his back.
"That may be true, but aren't you taking some chances?"
"What sort of chances?"
"Well, with your pussy rubbing against my ass like that, I have a notion to get excited."
"A notion to get excited?"
"Yea."
"Is that anything like getting horny?"
"Let's just forget the whole thing," he gave up trying to communicate with the young woman, and placed his head on his hands.
The young woman began to massage the lotion into his shoulders. And while it felt very nice, he was thinking more about the sensation of her warm pussy sliding across his ass. He wasn't positive, but he thought sure that her pussy was growing rather hot, and moistened as it slid over his firm ass cheeks.
The massage was nice, too. She started with his shoulders, working on the knots of anxiety that had grown deep into his muscles. Then she worked on the neck, and massaged his upper arms, before working down his back towards his waist.
"You give a nice massage."
"I enjoy it," she said, moving her pussy back and forth along the crack in his ass. The young girl was obviously masturbating, and Mark was becoming increasingly aware of just what was going down.
He couldn't believe his good fortune to have stumbled upon such a lovely young woman, who was also very much into erotic stimulation. But as much as he felt stimulated by her hands, and her sliding cunt, he was worried. She was, after all, fifteen, and he was thirty And there were laws which strictly forbid what he knew had to happen. And he also knew that he couldn't stop it. His cock was gaining the upper hand, so to speak.
Tammy slid down off his rounded ass, and crouched with one leg on either side of his left leg so that her pussy was still pressed tightly against him. Mark was certain by this time that the girl was stimulated. Her pussy was hot as an iron, and filled with hot lubricating moisture.
All thoughts of legal problems, rules, and regulations evaporated into thin air as his body flushed with desire.
The young woman massaged his ass globes, kneading the pliant flesh, and moving down to his upper thighs. She massaged his legs so thoroughly, that he felt as though he were made of rubber. He could not remember being so totally relaxed.
She turned her body about, so she was facing his feet, but with her pussy still pressed tightly against his thigh, and lifting one foot, and then the other into the air, she massaged his feet so expertly, that he felt he was in heaven.
He never before realized how sensual it could be to have one's feet rubbed. When she started on his toes, he could feel droplets of jism dribble from his penis. She cracked the joints in his toes, and then took each of his toes individually in her mouth, and sucked them. It was rather provocative. She sucked as though the toes were miniature penises. And it felt nearly that wonderful to the young man.
"Taste good?" he managed to speak without moaning with pleasure. It was difficult.
"Just like eating rose petals," she giggled.
He could tell by the pussy juices which were now freely flowing over his thigh, that the girl was also quite stimulated.
Turning around again, she kneaded his ass cheeks, slowly moving her fingers towards the inviting crack in his ass. Moving into the furrow, she touched his opening He jerked with surprise.
"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you," her voice had deepened somewhat, and she sounded very sensual. "I just want you to relax."
She rubbed addition lotion onto her hands, and fingers, and continued toying with his anus.
Mark didn't say a word. He had surrendered. The girl had total control over him for the time being.
She slid her finger all the way into his ass, and he could feel the tip of her finger pressing against his prostate gland. The tip of his cock tingled with excitement.
"You like that, don't you?"
"It's okay."
"Don't lie, admit it," she was really an expert at taking the upper hand.
"Where did you learn these tricks?"
"My father is a pervert."
"I think you made a big mistake leaving him," Mark moaned with pleasure. "I think you both belong together."
"Very funny," she sniffed, pulling her finger from the man's anus. "Now turn over."
This time Mark did as he was told. He was quite turned on, and for him, there was no turning back.
As he rolled over, his huge erection popped straight up.-
"You have a nice one," she smiled. "I reckon it's about eight inches."
"Nine to be exact."
"Did you measure it?"
"Once, when I was younger, and crazy like you."
"So, now you are starting to remember what it's like to be young."
"Vaguely," he moaned, as she sat on his upper thighs, with her hot little pussy nearly touching the shaft of his throbbing member. But she didn't quite touch him. And Mark wasn't sure whether it was accidental, or just part of her willful technique.
She covered her hands with additional lotion, and began rubbing the rose-scented cream into his chest. Her eyes were glued to his. She was apparently enjoying watching the effect she was having on him.
Her eyes spoke of truth as well. They were half parted with pleasure, and the tip of her pink tongue protruded slightly, as she rubbed it along her lips.
Her hands worked slowly but steadily down over his chest and abdomen towards the star of the show. His trembling reddened fuck stick was standing straight up, with droplets of jism dribbling over the head of the penis.
"You certainly seem to be enjoying your massage," she observed correctly.
"It's very relaxing," he stared at the ceiling.
"I'll bet."
And when she gently touched his cock, Mark nearly jumped off the bed.
"Calm down," the young girl said. She was quickly proving herself to be an inspired tease. And Mark wasn't sure how to handle it. He was intimidated by her. So far, she hadn't really done anything to indicate that she wanted him. It seemed more like a test of who had the stronger will. And she seemed to be winning.
Her hand suddenly grasped his erect penis, and she began to stroke it gently. He was still staring at the ceiling, not quite sure what he was supposed to do.
"Just trying to give you total relaxation," she purred. "You do understand?"
"Yea," he sniffed. "Just don't go to far now. Let's remember our ages."
"Oh, sure. I just think of this as another toe. Sort of a big toe."
"I see," he was having difficulty speaking. His head was reeling with excitement, as heat began to center in his groin. His nuts were already beginning to ache with the tension. He hoped prayed that she wouldn't leave him hanging, but would fulfill the promise she was making with her hands.
Tammy was stroking his cock rather furiously. Her grip was tight, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for Mark to withhold his deep moans of pleasure.
"Is this relaxing you?"
"Oh, ever so much," he continued with the charade.
"I'm happy. There seems to be fluid coming out of the tip of your penis. What does that mean?"
"I have a suspicion that you know perfectly well what that means."
"I'm just a little girl. You can't expect me to know everything."
"Well, those are just several droplets of pre-ejaculatory semen."
"Do you have to be so scientific? I don't know what you mean."
"It means that I would like to come."
"Oh, I see."
"Do you, really? I doubt it. I think that maybe you are a very nasty little girl, and you are making fun of me.
"No, I'm not any of those things. I am just trying to make you feel relaxed. I know you work so hard. And you've been so nice to me.
"Yea, well, you can stop now. I think I'm quite relaxed now, thank you."
"But your voice sounds so strained," she purred. "I don't know how you can be relaxed. I wonder if you really know how it feels to be relaxed."
"Listen, honey," he moaned. "Oh, forget it. You're impossible to talk to. Just do what ever you want. I'm not going to fight you anymore."
"Have we been fighting?"
"No, everything is wonderful. Let's not talk." He felt absurd, lying there, with the lovely fifteen-year-old blonde stroking his man-sized cock, acting as if it was the same as shaking his hand.
"Well, since I sucked on your other toes, I might as well suck on this one, too."
"Oh, God," he murmured as her sweet young mouth came down on the tip of his member. She ran her tongue gently over the head of his penis, and took the sensitive organ into her mouth. Running her tongue over the surface, she swallowed the droplets of jism which had continued seeping out. Her hand remained fastened tightly to his rod, and she continued stroking it as her mouth moved deeper and deeper on the fuck stick.
Mark could feel her hot pussy juice run down over his thigh. He was trying desperately to retain some control over himself. But it was quite difficult. He slowly began pumping his organ into her mouth.
"What are you doing?"
"Just trying to make it easier for you," he explained, beginning to feel that he would never gain the upper hand with this woman.
"Oh, that's nice of you."
And then she went back to sucking at the erect penis.
Mark moved his hands up to her chest, and began massaging her breasts.
"Oh, thank you," she smiled. "My chest is beginning to get sore from all of this."
"That is not why I am rubbing your lovely breasts," he sighed, trying to keep himself under control.
"Why are you rubbing them?"
"I'm trying to make you feel good," he said.
"Why?"
"Oh, shut up, will you."
"You don't have to be so nasty."
"I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I'm just getting excited."
"Well, I wish you would try to. calm yourself."
"That's rather difficult while you are sucking on my cock, and doing your best to tease me into a fucking temper tantrum."
"Well, talk about lack of appreciation," she said, moving away from the extremely excited young man. "I don't think I want to massage you anymore."
"You can't just leave me like this."
"Why not? I think I have given you a nice massage. What more could you possibly want?"
"I think you know."
"Know what?"
"For God's sake girl, don't tease me like this. You are driving me crazy."
"I thought all writers are crazy anyway."
"Please," he looked so helpless, "suck on me some more."
"I don't think so," she was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her legs dangling over the side. "My mouth is tired."
The young man's cock was standing straight in the air. His balls were aching with expectant tension and a full load of hot semen and he was trembling with hostility.
"What do you want?" he sat up. "Do you want me to rape you?"
"Now you sound just like my father," she winced. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you.
I should have stayed in the park."
"Please don't do this to me," he took her in his arms. But she remained aloof. So cleverly enjoying herself.
"I have no idea of what you are saying. I am just a little girl. You have to understand this. Maybe when I am older..."
"Shut up! If you say another word like that, I am going to break your pretty little neck."
"Killer!"
"Oh, for God's sake. I didn't mean it. Please, what do you want?"
"I don't want anything. I ran away from home so I wouldn't be bothered by my father. And now you are acting just like him."
"Okay, just for the sake of convention," Mark was finding it very difficult to communicate, "let us say that you really don't understand these sorts of things. Let us say that you really thought you could just touch my penis, and suck on it, and nothing would happen."
"What's supposed to happen?"
"But I don't believe a word of it. I think you are a sadistic little witch. You are a bad seed. A naughty girl. And I don't think this is at all funny."
"I'm not trying to be funny," she said.
"What are you trying to be?"
"Me."
"Well, you better learn a little about yourself ... And then why is it that your pussy is so wet? Huh? Why is it that if you really don't want to fuck, your cunt is soaked with desire? Answer me that, if you can."
"Oh, that's just perspiration. Suddenly, Mark was shaking with anger. "Okay, I'm going to pretend . . J No, I'm actually going to believe that this is all real. Even though it seems like a nightmare to me. I think that you are afraid. You are afraid of your own sexuality. You really want to make love to me. You want to suck on my cock. You want me to shove it in your sweet little bush. But you are afraid. So you just play around it. You approach it, but you won't go all the way. Is that true?"
"Why do you have to be so forceful?" she rebutted. "Why can't we just take things slowly. I am really starting to get angry now myself. I have been very nice to you, haven't I?"
"Yes, I suppose."
"And now you are being greedy. Why do you have to try to psychoanalyze me. Why can't I just do the things that I am comfortable doing? Push, push, push. Did you ever stop to think that the problems I have are because of exactly the kind to things you are saying and doing to me."
"No, but..."
"But nothing. Just because I am a little girl, and you are big grown man, you think that I can just fulfill all your needs. There is a big difference in our ages."
"Now wait a minute, sweetheart," Mark protested. "If all of that is true, then why did you lead me on like that?"
"like what?"
"like touching my cock, and sucking it, and shoving your finger up my ass."
"Well, I..."
"See, you are just playing with my head. Confusing the issues. I think what you want is to be raped."
"Don't get so crazy," she warned him. "Do you really want to rape a fifteen-year-old girl?"
"Of course not," suddenly the weight Of the situation he found himself in began to focus. "Hell no. I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole!"
"How about with a nine-inch cock?"
"Now, you see what I mean?" he snapped. That's the kind of talk that pisses me off. Though his cock was still erect with excitement, he was desperately trying to retain some control over the situation especially in light of what could happen to him if he did indeed have sex with this girl. But the instincts were so strong.
"Do me a favor," he gasped, fighting his desire to plunge his cock into her snatch.
"What's that?" she smiled in a way that made him want to strangle her."
"Get your clothes, and get the hell out of here."
"Do you think that's being reasonable?"
"I can't be reasonable. You've made me so horny I would fuck a sheep if there was one here."
"I saw a sheep in the Central Park Zoo this morning."
"I think what you really want is a beating."
"How about a joint?"
"Huh?"
"Do you have any marijuana in the house?"
"What is this, a bust?"
"No, I just would like to smoke a joint. Maybe it would calm both of us down. We wouldn't need to fight. Perhaps we could talk calmly. You know, make a deal or something."
"A deal?"
"Do you have any weed? I mean any really good stuff?"
"Yea, I have some grass. I can't write without the stuff."
"I like it, too."
"How old were you when you started smoking?" he asked as he climbed out of bed, his pulsating fuck stick still sticking straight out.
"Twelve."
"Shit, well I'll tell you, a lot of things have changed since I was a teenager."
"It's like progress, eh?"
"I'm not so sure of that."
"Here, let me roll it. You seem too nervous."
"I'm not nervous!"
"Well, then why are you all red, and shaking like that?"
"I'm pissed off, God dammit."
"You don't have to scream at me."
"I'm sorry."
He watched as the young girl, her naked body driving him mad with lust, began to roll a marijuana cigarette.
He couldn't take his eyes off her face that beautiful, angelic face, which seemed to mask a satanic child, and those tiny breasts, with the strawberry-pink nipples. And her little blonde-covered pussy. He looked at her pussy lips, and instead of pink, they were now crimson. And her clitoris was blood red.
He knew she was horny, too. But why she was torturing him, he couldn't fathom. His romantic side refused to believe that the young girl could purposely be tormenting him like this.
But his rational self expected the worst.
His cock hoped for a miracle.
After she rolled the joint, she lay down on the bed and began puffing away. They soon were stoned.