Chapter 8
"You heard right, little Miss Slut," the strange caller went on. "I asked you to tell me what you're wearing right now and how you look in it. I do hope I haven't just caught you getting out of the tub! How's that cute little twat of yours and those king-size knockers, huh? Tell me all, sweetie. Everything."
She spluttered into the phone. "Why you ... you filthy pervert!" she cried. "You've got some nerve. How dare you ask me things like that about my body!"
By now she recognized the caller was the same voice that had called a few days before and talked dirty to her. She knew all she had to do was just hang up the phone but something kept her from doing it. Some nasty part of her mind wanted to hear the filthy references to her tits and pussy whether she was willing to admit it to herself or not.
"Sure I've got nerve," went on the caller. As before, it was only Mr. Jackson down the street but she still didn't know his voice well enough to have the faintest idea who it was. "I've got a lot more than nerve, too. I've got a hard cock in my hand right now and I'm playing with it. What do you think of that? "
"I think you're a sick old bastard," Maxine replied. "The very idea of asking a girl about her tits and her . . . her pussy . . . and then talking about your dirty old cock. I don't want to know about your darned old cock!"
"I know you don't, little Miss Slut," he said. "You don't want to know about it-you want to feel it. You want to look at it and see how big and long it is, and then you want to have it-"
"Shut up!" she said. "I do not!" But somehow she was keeping her voice down enough so Glen couldn't hear what was being said in the other room.
"Just calm down, sweetie," Mr. Jackson rasped, "and let me tell you what you want."
She listened transfixed, as though hypnotized, as he went on and on without stopping.
"What you want is to have me see you in your bedroom when you're getting ready to get in bed," he told her, his voice oily and disgusting. "You want me to watch you take off your skirt and blouse and fold them over a chair, then prance around in your undies doing a few things. You take your shoes and socks off, 'cause you're not old enough yet to wear pantyhose, and you sit there on the edge of your bed in nothing but your panties and bra. Then you see me in the corner of your bedroom with my big prick out of my pants and me playing with it and you crave to have it stuck up your snatch. You slip your panties off and lie on your bed and stretch your legs as wide as they'll go so I'll be able to see every fucking hair on your cunt. You don't even bother to take your bra off even though it's about to burst at the seams, because what you want is my prick, baby . .. my prick up your sweet, quivering cunt."
His voice was coming in great gasps now and he was talking faster and faster. "You beg me to get between your legs and let you have it, you beg me to slip it to you. And then I jump between your legs and I ram it up you, I ram it up your hot, horny little cunt as far as it will go and I hold you down by the tits and fuck the shit out of your wet cunt. Do you hear, I fuck the living shit out of your young, wet, horny little cunt!"
She had begun breathing deep and she knew he must be able to hear her before he hung up. Just before the line went dead she heard him cackle an obscene laugh.
When she hung up and turned around, Glen was beside her. He had finally heard enough of the conversation to realize something was going on and had come to check it out. She turned automatically and flung herself into his arms. She blurted out that an obscene caller had been on the line and burrowed her nose into Glen's chest. Her body was shaking. What Glen took for fright was actually sexual energy generated by the caller's filthy language, and Maxine was perfectly happy to let him remain in the dark.
"The damned pervert!" growled Glen, hugging her tighter to his chest. "I wish I'd have got a chance to talk to him. I'd have fixed his wagon for him."
Her breasts were pressing into Glen's stomach very tightly. Maxine found that she was certainly in no hurry to move. She wiggled a little, forcing them to push harder against him. She knew he just had to be feeling them. Could it be that he ... that he didn't like her? So far there was no display of the kind of action most men would have begun in similar circumstances, she thought.
Jesus, Glen was thinking to himself, the poor kid's shaken up quite a bit, I guess, but that doesn't keep me from feeling those jugs of hers pushing against me. I better watch myself with her ... God knows she seems a hell of a lot older than thirteen.
Maxine put a hand to her forehead and made a motion as if to loose her footing.
"Hey, hold on there," cautioned Glen. "You just about fell. You better lie down here on the couch, maybe. Forget about dinner. The old creep must have shaken you up pretty bad."
"No," she said. "I'd rather lie on my bed. I ... know this is silly of me to act this way."
"That's okay," he said. "Here ... uh ... maybe I better--" he felt a lump of excitement in his throat. "Maybe I better carry you."
"Oh, would you?" she sighed. "You're a doll. Please, if you don't mind doing it."
He picked her up as though she were light as a feather and whisked her down the hall. On the way there Maxine let her arms fall around his neck and didn't do a thing to keep her skirt in place. It rode up high on her legs and left hardly a place anywhere for him to hold her that wasn't naked. He felt his hand and forearm on her smooth, bare calves and when she was jostled as they turned the corner into her bedroom, his hand slid all the way to the back of her knee.
"Excuse me," he said to her, genuinely embarrassed. Although he had to admit to himself by this time that she was a prize little piece, thirteen or not, he didn't want her to think he grabbed her naked knee on purpose. But her reaction amazed him.
"That's okay," she said in a quiet little voice. "It feels good to have your hand there."
"What?" he asked, laying her down on the bed. He thought he must have misunderstood her.
"I said it felt good to have you touch me there," she said again. Her voice was still quiet but this time it was so low and sexy he didn't know what to make of her.
He stood looking down on the bed at her. She lay just as he had placed her, her slender frame loose and curvy and her legs long and limber. He had noticed her tits as soon as he laid eyes on her but now for the first time he noticed how pretty her legs were and how well proportioned she was. She was quite a stunning-looking girl, he thought, when you really looked at her.
Damn, he thought, a body like that on her and she's only thirteen. Hard to believe.
She became kittenish when Glen didn't respond after she repeated her statement.
"Lean down, Glen," she cooed. "I want to whisper something to you. In your ear."
He hesitantly leaned over and she not only put her lips to his ear but put her arms around his neck as well.
"I think you are a very handsome guy," she whispered. Before letting him go she darted her tongue into the shell of his ear.
He was astonished. Sure, it was very complimentary. And coming from her, it was downright sexy too. But how could it be? And what about her mother and all that?
Finally, he said, "Maxine, don't get me wrong but I better forget you said that. Let's forget what you said and what you just did, okay? Lots of girls your age get crushes on men old enough to be their father. That's how old I am, you know."
She was so attracted to him she decided to level with him-partway, at least.
She smiled up at him and he saw the grown-up femininity in her eyes. She was no average thirteen-year-old in body or mind.
"Listen, Glen," she said, "I gotta talk to you straight. Can I? I didn't really feel faint just now in the kitchen. It was something else. The things that pervert said to me on the phone ... you'll think I'm terrible for saying this, but the dirty things he kept talking about sort of-sort of turned me on. You know what I mean?"
He couldn't believe she was so precocious. He kept staring dumbly down at her. As she continued speaking he slowly sat down on the bed beside her, totally unprepared for her words.
"Haven't you ever done that?" she went on. "You know, get hot when you hear dirty words?"
She saw that he was obviously interested in her but that he was still very leery of her. He still didn't know what to think. And the sexy way she was lying on her back with her legs naked damned near all the way to her crotch didn't make things any easier.
She put her hand on his leg. "Listen, just because I'm thirteen you mustn't think I'm 'momma's darling little girl' that you shouldn't touch. I'm hip to everything. So relax, will you? You don't have to treat me like a little kid." She traced her hand absentmindedly up his leg as she talked.
"Even if that's true," he replied, implying some doubt he thought it was true, "how about your mom? We go together, you know. But this is crazy. I shouldn't even be thinking such things."
"I don't know why you won't believe me," she said.
"Will it help if I tell you a big secret-this isn't for Mom to know-I'm not the snow-white kid you thought I was when you walked in tonight. Glen, I'm no cherry ... I've already lost it. So you don't have to worry about being the one who busts it."
Her words were shocking him but they were also swaying his judgment. Not to mention making his cock hard inside his tight pants.
"As for Mom," Maxine went on, "what she don't know won't hurt her. If you should just happen to let your hands get a little curious on me, I'm sure not gonna tell her."
This time when she held up her arms he leaned over and accepted her into a gentle, hesitant embrace.
She sat up and fell against him, putting her lips on his neck and going on up to his ear. "Glen, listen," she said in her sexiest voice. "I know darned well you've been thinking about my boobies. You've been staring at 'em all night long. You can see 'em if you want to ... I'd love for you to look at 'em, I'm not ashamed of them. Here, wanna see what they feel like?"
She pushed her chest against him and felt their size and mass pressing through the thin material of her blouse. It was too much for any man to bear. He let his hand slide underneath and slip over the steep, smooth mound of one of her lovely tits. The feel of it naked in his palm made him start to sweat. She wriggled her torso and made it move in his hand like a live animal. She brought her mouth from his ear and let it coast down his neck, kissing him as it went. When he nervously put his other hand underneath and took her other tit in his fingers she sighed and twisted herself against him closer. The warm flesh of her tits felt like new dough in his sweaty hands.
"Ummra ... ummm, groovy," she whispered. "Your hands are so big. You're so big. I love your great big shoulders. Are you that big all over?"
"You sure got a dirty mouth for a girl-" he began.
"I know, 'for a girl my age,' and all that garbage," she interrupted. "Do my tits feel a certain age to you?" she asked. "Here," she said, placing her legs across his so that she was almost sitting in his lap, "does my ass feel a certain age?"
He was by now completely captivated by her body. And it turned him on something awful to hear her say dirty words. He still had some misgivings about the propriety of fucking around like this with Mildred's young daughter but his mind was changing fast.
She returned to her question. "So let's see if you're big all over ... here, lemme feel it through your pants." She ran her hand over the lump in his crotch and smiled broadly as she discovered how big it was. "Wow, man," she marveled, "you do have a whopper, don't you?"
For the first time, she had thoughts of him not being physically able to lay the meat to her anxious pussy. She hadn't even considered the fact that he might simply be too big to get into her cunt. She still had a lot of growing to do down there even if her tits were already big.
"Gosh, lemme get it out," she said huskily. "I promise you I'll do something real nice to it."
"Go get it, you horny little nymphet," Glen said. "You think I'm gonna stop you from dragging out my meat?"
She gave him a big smile and kissed him on the mouth. He had finally come around to her side. She gave him a few seconds of her tongue inside his mouth and then said, "Oh, wow, I knew you'd groove on me as much as I do on you once you got your hands under my clothes and feel what I've got to offer."
She eagerly worked the buttons of his fly open and snaked her hand inside his pants. She saw his face register the thrill he got when she closed her fingers over his thick shaft.
"What a nice big one you've got," she said, her voice dripping with sex. "Ummm, I'm gonna love this."
She pulled it out and gave it a few slow, lingering caresses.
"Take your pants down all the way, Glen, will you?" she asked.
"Fuckin' A," he retorted. "You cute little cunt, you've got me so damned hot I'm just sitting here letting you call the shots. I'm taking over the ball game now, honey."
He kicked off his pants all the way and turned his eyes on Maxine's lovely body. Her clothes were all messed up and she looked so sexy lying there with her hand on his cock that he couldn't have kept himself away from her if he'd tried.
"Now let's get some of these duds off your ass," he said. "You got an awful lot under there I want to see, you know it?"
She loved it that he was becoming so aggressive.
"I have?" she cried. "Fantastic! 'Cause I'm gonna show it all off to you, Glen. Everything you want. Here, let me get this darned blouse off and then I'll strip all the way naked for you. You thinking about what my pussy looks like? You're sure gonna find out as soon as I can get it naked. I'm just dying to have you finger-fuck it!"
She peeled the upper garment off over her head and for the first time he was presented with an unobstructed view of her beautiful bare tits. Keeping her hot eyes on his as she proceeded, Maxine set to work on the rest of her clothes. She had to take her hand off his cock to do it but he was so glad to finally get to see her young naked body that he didn't care at all. Her fat tits quivered solidly on her chest as she kicked off all her clothes except her panties.
She grinned at him mischievously. "I thought you might want to take these off yourself."
The hard line of her ass that filled the scanty panties drew his hands like a magnet. "I sure do," he said, sticking his fingers in the elastic at the top and stripping them off like a second skin.
She grabbed his prick again and loved it up with both hands while he drew the panties over her long legs and threw them in the corner. "Disappointed?" she teased. "Now that you can see my pussy, do you wish you were looking at a grown lady's instead of mine?"
He fit his big hand between her tight thighs. "You don't hear me complaining, do you?" he grinned. "This little cunt of yours looks awfully sweet, let me tell you. It has hairs on it the very same color as your head hair. I haven't had me a cunt this young since I don't know when. Spread open, honey, here's some fingers for you."
She lay flat on her back and spread her legs as wide as they would go. She still had one hand on his prick and through her open thighs she could see his face. His expression told her he was really crazy about either what she was doing to his cock or what she was letting him do to her moist cunt.
"Oh, wow," she exclaimed, "you're jazzing my pussy real nice ... ummm ... keep doing it like that. Jeez, your finger is as big as some guys' cocks. Ummm ... right there ... oh ... ohhhh."
His breath was coming faster. "You better hold off, sugar, if you want any meat in your cunt. You're gonna have me spurting my nuts off before I give it to you."
"I can't help it," she said huskily. "Your prick's so big and juicy I just love to jack it off for you. It might be too big ... I never thought of that before ... think you can get it in me?"
His fingertips were busy in the moist flesh of her vestibule as he answered her. "Don't know," he gasped. "I'll be quite a bit for you to take. Those big tits of yours don't exactly match your pussy, do they? You got tits like a woman, but you got a cute, small pussy like a kid has."
She was growing terribly excited but also a bit afraid of the size of his cock. He saw it in her eyes and wanted to console her.
"Don't worry," he said, breathing hard. "If it's too big for you to take, I won't hurt you with it. I won't shove it in any farther than you can handle it."
His words comforted her. Now she was full of her usual bravado. "Never mind about it .. . you're fingering me so good that I feel hot enough to take your whole arm in!"
He swung his body over her slight frame and planted his knees on either side of her ankles. His height was so much greater than hers that if he'd have put his knees next to hers, his prick would have struck her right about the mouth instead of the cunt.
She looked up and was thrilled at the manly size of him. Soon she was going to feel his hairy chest on her plush tits and his big red knob at the entrance to her wet snatch.
He kissed her full on the mouth and she opened up for him. His tongue licked her white teeth and darted into the warmth of her mouth. When it touched her little red tongue, it sucked it like a pickle. She gave herself up to him. The hardness of his well-muscled chest pressed now on her succulent tits and made her crazy for more contact. She tore her lips away from his and begged for it.
"Can't you give it to me now?" she pleaded. "I'm dying to feel it in me, I can't wait!"
The bed rocked as he dipped his pelvis and let her outer lips feel the heft of his fat, shiny glans. He held back, just grazing the wet sex flesh with it and giving her some advance stimulation for what was to come. She started working her ass against it like a dervish.
Her forehead was covered with sweat. "Jeez," she gasped, "it ... it's not quite big enough. Darn it, my cunt's not quite big enough. I swear to God I'm throwing myself wide open as far as I can!"
"Damn it, honey," he cursed, "I don't want to split you open but I need relief like crazy. You got me going now ... I can't hold back for another fucking minute!"
"I can't either!" she cried. As she spoke she was grinding her slick pussy lips against the big head of his cock, getting as much charge from it as she could even though it wouldn't enter. "I need a pussy full of something fast... oh, gosh ... oh, gosh, I can't stand it!"
Then Glen managed to save them. He hopped off and spun around in the opposite direction, placing his face over her steaming cunt.
"This'll bring you off then, damn it to hell," he wheezed, dropping his face toward her naked muff. "But gimme the same!"
His tongue shot into her hot slit the second his face touched her. For Maxine, there was merciful momentary satisfaction for the crying needs of her hungry little cunt. But she didn't reciprocate. Glen's heavy meat hung over her face, its anguished desires still undiminished. She stared at the big organ with her heart in her mouth. She'd been eaten out by a man, but she'd never even come close to mouthing a cock for a man. Deep down, it still seemed dirty to let such a thing in her young mouth.
Glen jerked his face from her cunt just moments after he put it there. "Sonofabitch, grab it, will you!" he cried. "Get your mouth on me quick. I'm about to get my nuts off!"
"I ... I can't," she moaned. She grabbed it with both hands, hoping he'd settle for a good jacking off. "I've never sucked anyone before ... I... I can't!"
"Your pussy isn't virgin but your mouth is, huh?" he rasped. "Well tonight's the night, baby-now start sucking!"
She demurred once more but he wouldn't take no for an answer. Also, she was going crazy from losing his tongue from her cunt.
This is so dirty I'm gonna be sick, she thought frantically, but I have to do what he wants. I just have to--my pussy's burning up to have his tongue in it.
With a quick dart of her head she finally enclosed the shiny, throbbing head of his prick inside her lips. Glen immediately started tonguing her hot hole again. At first he just played around the entrance and she wondered if he was holding back on purpose because she hadn't been fast enough to suck him. The slightly salty taste of his prick wasn't as bad as she had expected. It still seemed terribly nasty to be sucking it but she kept on just the same.
She forced herself to take it inside as far as the shaft and felt him give her a little more tongue action below. Before, she'd only had his glans covered by her mouth. She realized she was going to have to put out some real honest-to-goodness cock sucking to get what she needed from him. She mentally gritted her teeth and slid her mouth farther. She felt her lips pass over the glans and touch the shaft itself. Instantly she felt his stiff, hot tongue plow deeper into her cunt.
So that's the way it is, she thought to herself. Then I gotta eat him out real good ... I just gotta!
She wormed her lips farther down his tool. Now he was giving her the same groovy action he had been at first. His tongue poked all the way to the back of her moist hole. She felt the wonderful wet heat spread like wildfire there. She was about to come.
She put both hands on his hard cock and got down to serious business on it. Throwing abandon to the winds, she sucked it hard and fast. The more she did it the less she objected to it.
Slurp slurp slurp went her young mouth. She felt spit running out the corners and down her neck all the way to her tits. He was really going to town on her cunt now. She'd finally given him the attention he needed and he was doing plenty to show his appreciation.
She grabbed one of his balls and massaged it firmly, still jerking his cock in and out of her mouth with the other hand. The sweet thrill of impending orgasm swelled hot and sharp inside her pubescent little pussy. A low moan began deep inside her throat. Glen felt the vibrations from it and a pressure built up at the base of his prick. All of a sudden he gained his release. He jerked his ass in fast, short strokes and unloaded a thick mass of hot, white sperm into her virgin mouth. His yell of pleasure was so vibrant that it rippled through her cunt like thunder and triggered the climax she hungered for so bad.
The sensation of his warm come hitting her throat gagged her at first but she recovered fast. She was getting such a thrill from her own orgasm that having a mouthful of come didn't faze her. She gulped it down and kept her mouth going on his big cock even though its stiffness was fading fast. Mercifully, he kept his lips and tongue busy inside her pussy and she felt a secondary orgasm building fast. It hit her quick and hard, almost as good as the first.
The two kept eating each other for several tempestuous minutes. Even though his hard was gone he still loved to have her working on it, and he could tell she was still coming off. She luxuriated in the intense pleasure until every last shudder had left her little cunt. Only then did she remove her mouth from his tool. He gave her a few sweet licks on the inside of her slick thighs as he pulled back, then raised his head from her aromatic young crotch.
They both lay gasping for air for several minutes, his hand idly toying with her succulent breast flesh and hers playing with the meat of his spent prick. Then she spoke. "Well," she teased, "still think I'm a sweet, innocent little girl that you have to handle with care?"
"I don't know what the hell to think about you," he laughed. "You're the damnedest little piece I ever came across. Man, if Mildred knew what her 'little girl' had in her panties, she'd never get over it. I've heard her talk about you some and she thinks of you as just an innocent little thing as dumb as most girls your age. Jesus, if she knew how well you can operate that snatch of yours it would be just too damned much. I can just see her."
"She'll never find out from me," emphasized Maxine, "that's for darned certain. Sure . . . you like to look at my naked ass and maybe give it a nice squeeze or two. But all Mom would do with it if she found out about me is raise my skirt and blister it. She's always telling me I'm still not too old to spank if the occasion ever arose."
"Speaking of Mildred," Glen said, "when is she due here, anyway? We better watch out or we'll both get caught at this. For you I guess it'd be a spanking or worse. But for me it'd be breaking up with me and not giving me any more pussy."
He grinned at Maxine and tweaked the still rosy lips of her naked pussy as he added, "Your mom does have a fine ass, you know, and she really knows how to use it. I'd hate to get cut off from having any .more swinging times with her."
"Don't worry," said Maxine. "When she works late she always calls from work just before she leaves so I can put something on the stove for her dinner. And it takes her at least thirty minutes to get here from where she works."
Just then the phone rang. It was Mildred. But Glen saw Maxine's eyes widen as she listened to her mother.
"Okay, Mom," she said, then slammed the receiver down and turned to her bedmate.
"We're in trouble," she exclaimed. "Mom called from the corner grocery this time. She'll be home in five minutes or so!"