Chapter 4
The next day, everything was fine between Suzanne and her father, although at one point, he did ask her about her date with Mike.
"I came directly back to the hotel," she told her father. "When I left you, it was too late to find him. So I went back to the hotel."
"Why didn't you come back to us?" her father asked of her.
She knew the reason. Not only was it a matter of looking for Mike. More than that, her energy had changed. She didn't want to be with her father at that time.
"Oh, it doesn't matter," he said abruptly, getting her off the hook since she was not forced to answer him on this question. "You're back with us now."
It was as if he were demanding a very close, and closed relationship.
Had he really spanked her because she'd shown interest in somebody other than her family members?
She couldn't be sure, and she didn't want to bring it up.
The family went out for an early lunch. They went to a restaurant which looked out over Central Park. It was quite beautiful in the park at this time of year, and the view was quite lovely.
The meal was very good, too, although Suzanne was not sure of which fork to use for what, and whether or not to leave her fork on her empty plate after finishing or to place it on the table. The place was very fancy, and she was concerned.
The time went quickly, and pleasantly, despite several references to spanking which made both Suzanne and her mother less than comfortable as they squirmed from ass cheek to ass cheek on their hard-bottomed, straight-backed chairs.
After lunch, they all took a walk into the park. Suzanne had heard stories about muggers and maniacs who roamed the park, but there was no sign of any of them.
There were, however, a number of young Hispanic youths hanging out in the park. One of them whistled at Suzanne, who ignored it, of course.
Actually, she was flattered, and would have looked back.
But there was no reason to risk that in the presence of her father. Not after the spanking which followed her flirtation with Mike the night before.
Further on into the park, a group of young black men called out to them. They sang out a song about buying cocaine, hash, grass and pills.
Suzanne was afraid. She clung close on her father's arm. Her mother did the same.
Salvatore just sucked in his stomach and heaved out his chest.
He was sure that nobody would press a point with the likes of him. He could defend himself just in case they tried it, but nobody did.
They came to a lake and watched the few people in boats on it. For a lark, they rented one of the row boats, and as it became warmer in the sun, Salvatore took off his shirt and rowed them along. Suzanne watched the way his muscles flexed as he pulled the oars through the water. A trickle of sweat dripped down from his armpits.
She sighed and breathed in the scent of him.
But she was thinking about Mike.
After about an hour on the water, they walked to the carousel, but they didn't take a ride. Daddy was interested in taking in a Broadway show, and he and Mommy decided to go to the place off Duffy Square where half price tickets were being sold. They were tickets which went on sale that afternoon for the shows of that evening, and there was a line of people waiting to get these goodies.
As for Suzanne, who knew that it was fast approaching the hour she was to phone Mike, she excused herself, saying that she was tired and that she was going back to the hotel to rest. She said that already she knew her way around so that her parents would not be worried about leaving her alone.
She wanted to make sure that she had some time without them while in the city.
She walked quickly back to the hotel. When she reached her room at about three thirty, the telephone was ringing!
She reached for it, knowing that not too many people could be calling her. She certainly hoped that it was Mike, and indeed, it certainly was!
She was happy to hear from him. They stayed on the telephone for a while as he was enthused about a tape he had recorded earlier that day. He placed the receiver next to his tape speakers and let her hear his original composition.
Over the telephone, she couldn't really hear it too well, but what she heard sounded very nice. She knew that she was no longer in Pennsylvania.
The boys just didn't do things like this in Pennsylvania.
After some more conversation, he told her where he lived and how to get there. It was only a walk from where she was staying, down on forty-third street in a building which was filled with artists and musicians.
She told him that she would be there within forty-five minutes. She left a note on her bed for her parents, and a duplicate note which she slipped under their door. She wrote that she was going out exploring, or maybe to take in a movie. She added that she wouldn't be going far and that she would be very careful.
She knew that New York had a reputation for being a dangerous town, and she didn't want to give her parents any cause for worry.
She virtually ran to the apartment building on West forty-third Street.
As she approached it, she saw Mike. He was on roller skates!
He was quite a colorful character. She had to laugh; she just couldn't hold back her smile, when she noticed the way everybody in the neighborhood smiled at him. He was very friendly and everybody liked him.
He skated to the corner to mail a letter, impressing her with some fancy formations which zigzagged him back and forth and all around at the corner.
She was so damn hot for him, she just could hardly wait to get up into his apartment. She had never experienced this with a boy before.
Maybe it was because of the close relationship she shared with her father.
Maybe it was because she was still a young teenager and she had never really met a boy who sent tingles up into her cunny before.
What did it matter? It really didn't matter at all.
When he suggested that they go back to his place, she was delighted.
She stood close to him in the small elevator. He was as muscled as he had been the night before when they'd met. She was as aroused as she'd been then.
Her pussy was juicing and there was much dampness at her crotch.
She wondered if he could smell it, that close to her as he was in the elevator.
Once inside his apartment, she admired the view from the windows, as he admired the view of her long and lovely legs. He was especially attracted to her rounded ass. He was an ass man.
"Would you like to smoke?" he asked her.
"Oh, I don't smoke," she replied innocently.
"You don't smoke grass?" he asked.
"Oh," she said.
She hadn't realized quite what he meant.
"I've never tried it," she said, knowing that her father would beat the shit out of her if he ever even suspected that she'd taken a puff of dope.
But Mike didn't seem to be a pervert, or a drug addict.
She sat opposite at the round dining room table as he placed some grass into a pipe. She watched his features as he lit it and puffed the smoke in.
He held it in his mouth and forced it gently down into his lungs.
He closed his eyes and when he'd had enough, he let out the sound of "ahhhh."
Suzanne smiled a tentative, but none the less seductive smile, and took the pipe when he handed it to her. Her soft fingers caressed his own as she did so.
Suzanne then placed the tip of the pipe between her perky lips. She sucked the smoke in as she'd seen him do.
"Hold it in," he told her, and the authoritarian tone of his voice was enough for her to follow the directive, despite the urge to cough it out.
Mike reminded her of her father in that respect.
He didn't have to yell to get his point across. His manly voice conveyed it all.
"That's it," he smiled as she sucked the smoke into herself.
When she handed the pipe back to him, the tip of it was wet with her saliva.
She watched it wet his own lips as he took it.
She found that she was very much aware of the folds of her young pussy as she sat there. And she realized that she was very curious about his cock. She had seen the bulge of it through the front of his pants, but was curious to feel it, to see it naked, and even to suck it.
"Your father and mother seemed nice enough," Mike said as he handed the pipe back to Suzanne. "Your father seemed to be running the show, though."
"He is the boss," she told Mike.
"He looks like the type who comes home and beats up on his wife," Mike joked.
It was not a joke as far as Suzanne was concerned. She couldn't help but feel that certain "funny" feeling in the pit of her belly to hear these words from Mike. She was beginning to realize that she had developed something of a fetish for spanking after being so severely and so regularly, and so ritualistically spanked.
"I think some discipline is good for a girl," Suzanne said.
"Oh, so do I. Some men say that a girl is like a carpet. She should be taken outside and beaten regularly. That will keep her clean."
Suzanne felt tingles at the innermost part of her quivering quim.
She was afraid that she would spasm into orgasm, right then and there in the chair, without even being touched. Her mind was very powerful. It could turn her on with this kind of mental provocation.
Of course, Mike didn't even realize that his simple conversation was a sexual one for Suzanne. The overtones of meaning were arousing her dripping snatch.
"How do you like the grass?" Mike asked after a while.
"Oh, it's fine, I guess, but I don't feel anything from it."
He grinned.
"What are you smiling at?" she asked.
"I think you're really stoned," he told her. "If you weren't stoned, would you have your legs spread apart like that?"
She looked down. To her amazement, she had unconsciously parted her legs and had begun stroking her inner thighs. She had started undulating her pussy flesh, tickling the outer meat with her fingernails as she sat there.
"Oh, my goodness!" she snapped, closing her legs fast.
"No, I like it like that," he said, and he took his hand and placed it on her inner thigh. With a gentle, steady pressure, he parted her thighs again.
He stroked her in her most sensitive places until she was writhing in her chair.
"If we weren't stoned, do you think we'd be doing this?" he asked her.
"I don't know," she replied. "But I like it a lot."
She watched as he stood before her and placed his crotch against the side of her face. She watched also as he unzipped his fly, opened the top of his jeans, and allowed his cock and balls to flop out. He was not wearing underwear.
He stroked his veiny prick until he managed to evoke a clear drop of pre-cum which oozed from the piss slit of his purplish, bulbous cock head.
Suzanne moaned as she stuck her tongue way out. The warm, wet tongue muscle found the droplet of cum at the tip of his cock. With the gentle movement of her tongue, she managed to make the dew drop become a thin string.
It connected his prick head with her mouth.
He reached down and felt her soft, blonde hair in his hand. He exerted a gentle pressure on her head, directing it further to the cock.
She breathed him in. The grass she'd smoked for the first time made her very aware of every sensation. She could smell the sweat of his pubic patch.
This was not only the first time that she'd smoked, but it was also the first time that she'd been so close to a naked cock. Her experiences with her father never had included the baring of his genitals.
She moved one trembling hand to the heavy sac which hung down from the root of his cock. She felt the hairy sac of balls and played with them as she licked his cock shaft, and flicked her tongue around the flared head until he moaned.
When she had him moaning with pleasure simply by doing what came most naturally to her, based upon her female desires, he reached down to her parted legs and unzipped her. He began touching her pussy flesh like nobody had ever touched her.
She had played with her snatch many times, and had learned how to give herself tremendous pleasure with her own female fingers.
She knew just how to tease her clitoris to evoke cries of desire.
She knew just how to run her fingers along the tightly stretched membrane which defined her as a virgin. She knew, of course, not to press too hard into that delicate area, for she knew that if it broke, her virginity would be gone along with it.
She knew that it felt wonderful to caress the inner folds of her moistening cunt lips, but she wondered also how it would feel to have a cock inside the deeper caverns of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed, as Mike made her ooze profusely.
"Suck my big dick," he told her, moving his hand back to her head as he forced her onto his stiff penis. "Suck it," he repeated as her mouth opened up.
Taking the big prick head into her mouth was like taking a lollipop.
She started sucking gently on the warm, soft flesh of it. It tasted like a mushroom to her as she sucked on it. Saliva dripped from her lips.
He pulsated his shaft by working his sphincter muscle inside his asshole.
This caused the pecker to move back and forth with a life of its own inside of her sucking oral cavity. But it was moving so much, she was afraid that it would slip from her mouth. She didn't want to lose it.
So she went down further on it, taking some of the thick shaft into her mouth, too. Each time she took more of his fleshy organ into the warm, wet channel of her mouth, and onward down into her throat, he groaned, and so did she.
Soon, he had all of it in her. Eight inches deep into her throat, his cock found the shape of her inner oral cavity and made her adjust it to accommodate his rod. The prick was hard as iron now, and her soft palate, way down where her mouth became her throat, took every bit of it.
"Yeah, suck that big dick, baby," he groaned in near-ecstasy as he started to pump her face. She could feel the curly wires of his sweaty pubic patch against her lips and nose as he grinded every last inch into her mouth and made her swallow it.
When she started to gag on it, he wriggled it out, although not all the way.
He was just giving her a breather before shoving it back down into her.
It was like a sword of flesh, and she was determined to suck it off.
When she felt his balls bouncing against her chin, she bit down slightly into the very base of his big boner so that he would know how far she had taken it.
But this only turned him on more, and he started to bump his body into her with a relentless motion. He face-fucked her for ten minutes.
Several times he felt the scum bubbling up in his balls. It felt as if he were going to shoot it, and she could feel the pulsating pressure building in the veiny shaft of the throbbing member.
But he would always stop just before ejaculating.
This prolonged the sucking.
After a while, her jaw was tired. It was time to change positions.
He pulled his cock out of her suctioning lips. It escaped her lips with a wet, popping noise.
Still stiff and standing up with a wicked curve in it, it bounced up and down as his strong arms lifted her from the chair. With deft fingers, he began to undress her.
Never having had been undressed by a man before, she was breathing very hard.
Droplets of sweat traced a wet path down from her underarms, and droplets of honeyed nectar flowed down her inner thighs, forming a sizzling pool at her feet.
He unbuttoned her blouse, running his hands over her smooth shoulders.
The blouse opened up, revealing a lacy, girl's bra.
She helped him unfasten it, as girls are usually more adept at that than men.
It fell off gracefully, exposing her milk white breasts. The flesh was the color of alabaster, but the globes themselves were soft and warm, and the tawny young nipples responded to Mike's touch.
He placed his face down on the breasts. Up close, he could see the delicate veins which ran through the budding young breasts of this gorgeous girl.
She undid the catch at the waistband of her jeans, but it was Mike who pulled them down over the mounds of ass flesh which he craved so very much.
He placed his palms on the full, fleshy globes, and squeezed.
"Ouch," she had to tell him. "Not so hard, please."
The effects of the spanking which her father had laid on her were still very much with her now. Although she was a strong girl, and very used to pain in her buttocks, it would be foolish to assume that she could forget about the night before.
After all, she had received her spanking for being with the man she was now ready to go to bed with.
He pulled his jeans off of his feet, and his cock jumped up as the pants came all the way down. He pulled off his shirt, revealing those well worked muscles.
She ran her hands over the bulging biceps and she ran her fingers down into his armpits. When her hands were full of his sweat, she placed her fingers to her nostrils and breathed it in. Then she sucked on her fingers, drinking his sweat.
He liked that. It turned him on. He had other juices for her to drink.
"You're such a man," she moaned, running her tongue over the muscles of his chest. She felt the little nipples standing at attention, just as her own were firm and ready for battle against his body.
She ran her tongue muscle over his muscles, tracing a path of wetness down over the ripples of his washboard muscles at his stomach.
"I do a lot of setups," he told her. "I'd like to do a lot of pushups, too, with your naked body underneath me."
"I'd part my legs and open up for you," she moaned hotly. "I'd take you inside of me and feel you stroking inside of my pussy with your prick."
He stood back to admire her. She was perfection.
Then he showed her how he had learned to stand on his hands in a gymnastics class. He placed his palms down on the floor with enough space between them to give him support. Then he put his weight on his hands, and all the muscles of his arms and chest flexed up.
He kicked himself up and slowly brought his legs up behind him until they were straight up in the air. His big dick and low-hanging balls were now flopping down in the direction of his head.
With his head down at her feet, he could look up and see her pussy. The golden hairs above the slit were glistening in the afternoon light which came in through the window.
She moaned as he did still another trick while balanced on his hands. Slowly, he parted his raised legs, spreading them apart.
His asshole was fully exposed now, and Suzanne couldn't hold herself back.
Maybe it was the grass she had smoked which freed her of her inhibitions.
Maybe it was the fact that she was in New York on a vacation.
Maybe it was the sight of his muscular legs, parting to expose the puckered flesh of his manly young asshole.
Maybe it was just her animal instincts. She was a hot little girl who had never been with a man. Her father had ruled her - sometimes with a ruler!
Now, she touched him between his legs and brought her mouth down toward his asshole. She was standing so her naked pussy rubbed against his body, squeezing its juices out onto him.
Her mouth found the quivering flesh of his butt. She was scared at first, and moved her lips quite gingerly over the soft folds of private flesh.
Gradually, the sight and smell of him in that private place spurred her on until she was rubbing her face between his legs and over his ass.
Her face would smell of his sweat.
He was straining to remain balanced on his hands with his legs in the air like that. Blood was rushing to his head. His arms were trembling from the weight they were supporting.
But when her warm, wet tongue muscles probed the crack and licked the hairs around his anus into her mouth like so much spaghetti, he made every effort to remain in that position to savor the full sensation of her hungry young girl-mouth.
She was deliberately dripping saliva from her mouth onto his asshole, and then sucking it up. He allowed her to have her way with his ass, and when she finally inserted the tip of her delicate female tongue into his musty hole, he groaned.
It was just too much, and he had to come down. She moved right along with him. Both of their finely shaped, naked young bodies moved as in a ballet.
They moved together, connected to one another at his ass.
Her tongue was now deep inside, and he closed the walls of the channel around it.
She bit gently at the outside of his asshole.
He was ready for her ass now. He was starved for it.
He grabbed her cheeks and directed her body onto his bed. He flopped her down on it so that her butt was sticking up and her golden-haired pussy was peeking out from between the globes of her ass.
Mike looked at her ass and gasped.
"You've been spanked!" he said.