Chapter 1
"Suzy, darling, why don't you run down to the lake and play?" said Martha Gates.
Suzy frowned at her aunt. She was familiar with this request. It meant that Aunt Martha and Uncle Charles wanted to make love, and they didn't want her around to hear them. If she didn't feel like going to the lake, tough shit.
"Yes, Aunt Martha," Suzy said dutifully.
Uncle Charlie was sitting there with them in the living room, but he didn't say anything. He just grinned and looked at his wife's tits. No doubt he and Martha could hardly wait till their niece left the cabin. Okay, she'd leave-but she wasn't going very far. About as far as their bedroom window would do.
This time Suzy intended to stay around and watch.
Suzy had been sent to spend the summer with her aunt and uncle because her parents were taking a long cruise for their second honeymoon. But Charlie and Martha didn't want her any more than her folks had. She was clearly in the way at their summer retreat, a mountain cabin in the Sierras. They were nice enough to her, but she could tell they didn't really want a kid around.
Now more grownups were coming, two other couples, to spend a few weeks with Charlie and Martha. Suzy would be even more in the way then, she figured, and even more bored—unless she found some way to amuse herself. Today, before the guests arrived, she was going to try out a new game, spying on Charlie and Martha while they made love. If that proved entertaining, she wouldn't have to be bored for the rest of the summer.
Suzy went loudly out the front door of the cabin, headed down the path toward the lake, and then quickly doubled back by another path, coming up behind the cabin. She sneaked up to the window of the master bedroom and cautiously raised her head. Just then Charlie and Martha came into the room. The window was open a little, so she could hear as well as see them.
"Damn, it's a drag having a kid around," said Martha, "even though she is my own sister's daughter. Every time we want to make love, I have to chase her out."
"Aw, she's a nice kid, though," said Charlie, who liked everybody. "And I don't think she minds leaving. Kids love to play outdoors."
Bullshit, thought Suzy.
She wasn't a kid any more, not in her own mind. She was thirteen this year, growing tits already, and very, very interested in boys. That was another thing she hated, being stuck up here in the mountains, away from Los Angeles and all the boys she knew. She was just dying to find out about sex.
Well, maybe today she'd learn something. Already interesting things were starting to happen. Charlie and Martha began to take off their clothes. She snuck closer to the window. She'd never seen adults naked before. Her own parents were very modest about undressing in front of her. Now she'd finally see what grownups looked like without their clothes.
Martha Gates, her aunt, was forty, tall and red-headed. She was pretty slender for a middle-aged woman, but she had large thrusting breasts which Suzy envied. Suzy watched breathlessly as her pretty aunt removed her outer clothing and stood in her bra and panties. Martha's big cone-shaped tits threatened to pop right out of her skimpy blue bra.
"When are we expecting the guests, dear?" Martha said the Charlie, who was still struggling with his shoelaces.
"About an hour," said Charlie. "Sure hope Suzy doesn't mind sleeping in the attic."
"She has no choice," said Martha. "We need her room."
Martha unhooked her bra and set it aside. Her beautiful creamy cone-shaped breasts wobbled into their natural slope, still quite firm and pointed for an older woman. She had bright pink nipples, rather large. Charlie glanced hungrily at her swinging pale tits.
"Come on, Charlie," she said, tapping her foot and, incidentally, making her boobs jiggle, "we'd better get with it. Our company will be here soon."
"Yeah, yeah," said Charlie. "I got a knot in my shoelace."
Martha sighed and started pulling down her panties. Suzy watched with breathless interest. Lately she'd been inspecting her own little pussy, noticing a few light blonde hairs starting to grow there. She wondered if all women had such hairs. Very shortly she found out ...
Martha's panties slithered down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. She had an enormous crop of hair at the base of her belly, at least in Suzy's opinion. It was a dense curly triangle of red hairs, the same color as her head. Suzy felt another pang of envy. She had practically no hair down there, compared to Martha, and her breasts were just lemons compared to her aunt's grapefruit-size tits. She longed to be out of her halfway early adolescent stage and look like a real woman.
Naked, Martha strode over to the bed and lay down, waiting impatiently for her husband. Charlie had finally managed to get his shoes off and was quickly removing the rest of his clothes. This was even more fascinating for Suzy. She had no idea at all what men looked like "down there."
Charlie was very hairy, which was kind of funny, since he had almost no hair left on his head. At forty-five he was still burly and strong, but definitely bald. He removed his shirt, and Suzy saw a dense mat of grey and brown hairs covering his chest. He looked like a gorilla to her. Then her eyes widened as he removed his trousers and started taking off his shorts.
There was a big lump at the crotch of his shorts. She'd noticed it when he wore his bathing suit, too. Girls didn't have anything like that. What could it be? She wished she knew more about sex. All her mother had ever told her was to stay away from boys till she was married, otherwise she might have a baby. That didn't make much sense.
Some gills at school had told her that when babies are made, a man puts his "cock" into a woman's body, but that didn't make sense, either. What was a cock? Where did the man put it? And how did that make a baby? There was so much she had to learn.
"Fucking" made babies, though, that much she was sure of. Everybody said so. Now all she had to do was find out what fucking was. Nice people called it "making love," and it was something grownups did in bed, that was all she knew. Well, today she was going to find out just what it was all about.
As Suzy watched intently, Charlie stepped out of his shorts, and she saw a really peculiar thing. He had hair down there, brown and grey tight curls, but from the hair patch sprang a long sausage-like fleshy thing. She guessed that must be his cock. It was milky-pale and blue-veined, except for the head, which was almost purple and shaped like a little fist. His cock was soft, and it wobbled in a funny way as he moved.
Below the fur patch were two rosy-red sacs, limp and wrinkled, which also swung and flopped as he moved around. Suzy had no idea what those things were. But at least she'd discovered that men were very different from women. She wondered if that big fleshy cock was really going to go into Martha's body, and if so, how ...
"Well, Jesus, it took you long enough," said Martha as Charlie climbed onto the bed beside her. She glanced at his cock, frowned, and said, "Oh, shit, you're not even hard yet. Why'd you ask me, when you didn't even have a hard-on?"
"You can get me hard fast enough, honey," Charlie grinned.
Suzy didn't understand why his cock was supposed to be "hard" or what that meant. Watching avidly, she saw Charlie settle down on his back beside Martha. Martha scowled, then reached out and slipped a hand under his big soft cock. She curled her fingers around it and started to pump it.
"Let's face it, lover," she said dryly, "you don't get too excited about me any more, do you?"
Charlie said quickly, "Sure I do, hon. But after all, we've been married almost twenty years. I ain't gonna go around panting for you all the time like I used to."
"No, I guess not," said Martha with a sigh. She didn't look any more excited about Charlie than he did about her.
She lazily pumped Ms cock in her fist, and Suzy envied her. She would love to have played with Uncle Charlie's cock, just to see what it was like. She'd been having such funny feelings just before school ended that year. Every time she saw certain boys, the ones she thought were really sexy and cool, her pussy would get all wet and swollen and hot, a brand-new itch she couldn't satisfy.
She only knew she wanted to be with boys a lot, find out all about them. So she envied Aunt Martha that opportunity to be so close to a man, to touch and explore his body. Aunt Martha didn't seem especially turned on by it, though. She pumped her husband's dick with no more interest than if she were scrambling eggs.
"Hey, babe," Charlie said huskily, "go down on me, okay?"
Martha scowled. "For God's sake," she said, "our guests will be here any minute. Why can't you be ready when you want to fuck?"
There it was, that word the naughty kids used at school—fuck. So fucking and love-making really were the same things, the mysterious things grown-ups did in bed to make babies. Only Charlie and Martha had never had any kids. It was all pretty confusing to Suzy, but still very interesting, too.
"Please, honey," Charlie begged. "I like it so much when you blow me."
"Blow?" Suzy shook her head, puzzled. She was certainly learning a lot of new words today.
"Oh, all right, dammit," Martha said. "Anything to get this over with."
She was lying on her belly, and now she leaned right over his lap and brought his soft pale prick up to her lips. Her pretty pink tongue flashed out, wet and gleaming, and she started to lick Charlie's cock. Charlie gave a loud snort of excitement, and his homely face flushed red. Martha licked briskly from the purple head of his cock all the way down to the hairy base.
"Yeah, yeah, baby," Charlie moaned, "lick my dick. Lick my balls, too, please ... "
Suzy's vocabulary was increasing by leaps and bounds. She'd learned that dick was another name for cock, and that those red bags between a man's legs were called balls. That was where Martha was licking now, making the wrinkled red sacs flop and bounce. Charlie really enjoyed her licking. He moaned and whined and begged for more.
"Beautiful," he sighed, "feels great, hon ... Now go down on me, please, Martha ... Take it in your mouth ... "
Martha wrinkled her face in annoyance, but she sighed and obeyed. She lifted his spit-gleaming prick to her lips and suddenly sucked it inside, taking it all the way to his balls. She started to suck on it, fast and loud, making a funny wet slurping noise. Charlie practically shot off the bed, then settled back with a hoarse moan.
"Oh, Jesus, yeah," he whined, "suck my cock, doll, blow me ... "
Martha's red head bobbed up and down over Charlie's lap, her red-glossed lips moving swiftly over his pale cock. Suzy watched the wet milky-white sausage zipping in and out of her aunt's mouth. She tried to remember what this strange game was called—going down on someone, blowing, sucking cock. There were so many new terms to learn. But no matter what you called it, Charlie love it. He wailed his joy, grunted, snorted, moaned, and bellowed. No wonder they'd wanted her out of the cabin. She'd have heard those crazy noises and thought he was being murdered ...
"Aw, shit, yeah," Charlie whined, "suck that meat, baby ... "
Uncle Charlie was a well-known TV producer, but when he got excited he forgot his polished talk and reverted to his original Texas drawl. He certainly was excited now. As Suzy watched, she saw a wild and weird thing happening to his cock. It grew from a small limp sausage into a long thick stiff pole. When it got that way, Martha drew back and let it pop from her mouth.
"Awwww," Charlie sighed, "just a little more?"
"We don't have time," Martha said, "not if I'm going to have any fun. Honestly, Charlie, you might think of someone besides yourself."
"Oh, sorry, hon," Charlie said.
Suzy had a brief glimpse of his big stiff cock, standing straight up from his hairy belly and pointing at the ceiling. It was a good six inches long and very thick, and the purple head was swollen up big and knobby. Bubbles of juice were coming from a little slit-like mouth in the head of his cock.
She would have liked to look longer, but then Charlie was rolling onto his hands and knees. Martha finally looked interested in what they were doing. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs very wide. Suzy had an all-too-brief glimpse of her mature slit, a bright red gash fringed with coppery curls. Then Charlie crawled between her legs, blocking Suzy's view.
She could see what Charlie was doing, though. He gently pried apart the red-furred lips of Martha's mons and uncovered a funny little button of pink flesh. Suzy knew she had one of those, too. She'd accidentally touched herself there a few times, and it had felt very pleasant. She didn't know what the thing was called, though.
Charlie bent down low, stuck out his wet red tongue, and licked the small pink button. Martha gasped, then moaned hoarsely, "Ohhhhh, yes, dear, yesss, lick my clit ... "
Clit, it was called. Another new word. Suzy tried to remember all the words she'd learned today and at the same time concentrate on what Charlie was doing to Martha. He seemed to be licking her whole crotch, up and down, up and down, with his big red rough tongue. Suzy saw a gasping wet hole at the center of Martha's crotch. Charlie even licked her little light-brown wrinkled asshole.
"Ahhhh, yes, YES," Martha moaned, clawing the bedspread. "Lick my pussy, darling ... Ohhhh, that's good ... "
It certainly sounded like fun. Suzy wondered what it would feel like to have a man lick between her legs. She sensed that it would be very pleasant, but just to find out for sure, she reached down inside her jeans and panties to touch herself. She wriggled a finger between the nearly naked lips of her mons and touched her own little pink clit. She rubbed it daintily, the way Charlie was licking Martha's clit, and she felt a sharp jolt of pleasure.
Wow, it really did feel great. She went on rubbing herself there while she watched her aunt and uncle. Heavy hot cream was pouring from the dark hole of Martha's crotch, soaking Charlie's face. He licked her red-fringed gash fast and loud, with a lewd slurping noise. Martha moaned blissfully and kept her legs wide and open for him. Her pretty face was twisted into a lewd grin, her eyes rolling crazily.
"Oh, ohhh," she cried at last, "that's enough ... Fuck me now, Charlie, please ... Oh, hurry, I want to fuck ... "
There was that word again, the biggie, the one Suzy especially wanted to know about. So they were going to do it ... She risked moving even closer to the window, till she was almost steaming it up with her excited breathing. She kept rubbing her moist hot little clit, too, adding to her excitement.
Charlie grinned and took his flushed face out of his wife's crotch. He wiped her thick sticky cream from his face with the back of his hand. Then he seized his big long swollen cock and pressed the fat purple head into that wet hole at the center of Martha's crotch. He popped the big knobby head inside her gushing hole, and Martha gave a loud shrill scream.
"Oh, God, YES," she cried, "yes, put it in my cunt ... "
Another new word. Suzy quickly slipped her hand lower between her crotch to check and see if she had a cunt, too. Sure enough, there was a tiny hole at the very center of her crotch. But when she imagined taking Charlie's enormous fat cock in there, she winced. It would hurt, there wouldn't be enough room. Wouldn't it hurt Martha, too?
"Oooooo," Martha wailed.
Charlie's fat stiff cock was slowly disappearing up her cunt. Suzy waited for her to protest, to express pain, but it didn't happen. On the contrary, Martha seemed to love it. She wailed with delight and clawed the bed. Charlie appeared to be having a lot of fun, too, for he was grinning and whining and panting.
At last Charlie's thick hard meat was all the way into Martha's flooding cunt, his swollen red balls resting on her soaked red gash. Martha suddenly threw her legs around his waist and wrapped them there, and then Charlie started to move, his butt muscles clenching. He began to work his cock swiftly in and out of Martha's cunt.
"Ahhhh, yes, Charlie, yes," Martha wailed, "fuck me, ball me ... "
"Yeah, baby," Charlie panted, "you better believe I will ... "
So this was fucking. Charlie and Martha obviously enjoyed it, but Suzy wasn't sure why. She couldn't understand how a woman could take such a big thing into such a tiny hole or why it would feel good to her. She watched Charlie's burly hairy body bouncing up and down over Martha's slender big-breasted figure, watched his thick cream-wet cock moving in and out of Martha's small red-fringed hole.
Well, there must be something to it, something she didn't understand. Carefully she slid her finger off her excited wet clit and down to the pencil-wide mouth of her own virgin cunt. She wriggled the tip of her finger inside the tight little hole and gingerly worked it up and down, stiffly, like Charlie's cock.
"Oooooo," she squeaked.
Fortunately her noise was drowned out by all the noises Charlie and Martha were making. She discovered that stiff movement in her cunt felt surprisingly good. Of course that was just with her slender finger. No way in the world could she take something as thick and long as her Uncle Charlie's erect cock.
Her uncle and aunt were really going at it now, moaning and groaning, howling and wailing, squealing and grunting, making the tortured bedsprings creak. Their bellies came together in loud sweaty smacks. Charlie was fucking Martha faster and harder all the time, like a machine going out of control. Suddenly Martha dug her long red nails into his shoulders, arched her body, and screamed.
"EEEEEE," she shrieked, "I'm coming ... "
"Me, too, baby," Charlie moaned. "Oh, take my come, doll ... AWWWWWW ... "
Another new word. Suzy had no idea of what "come" and "coming" meant, but it certainly had a powerful effect on her aunt and uncle. They writhed violently together for a long moment, howling, obviously experiencing intense pleasure. At last Charlie rolled off Martha, and his cock was limp again.
Just then a car drove up in front of the cabin and honked. Charlie and Martha were off the bed in a flash, fumbling into their clothes. Suzy whipped her hand out of her crotch and hurried away down the path. After all, she was supposed to be at the lake, playing. She hadn't gotten very far, though, when she heard Charlie calling her.
"SUZY," he shouted. "Suzy, honey, come on up here—our company's come."
Suzy took her time climbing the short hill. After all, she was supposed to be coming all the way from the lake, half a mile away. She wasn't too excited about seeing the guests, either. It would just be more grownups who wanted her out of the way.
When she got to the cabin, they were all sitting around with drinks in their hands. Charlie made introductions, and everyone smiled and said something polite to Suzy, then ignored her. It was just as she'd expected. They gabbed away about television, the business they all had in common.
The guests were two other couples, old friends of Uncle Charlie from his years as a TV producer. There was Tyrone Leslie, who liked to be called Ty, a fifty-ish man, tall, thin, hawk-faced, with grey hair. He wrote TV scripts. Suzy didn't like him. He seemed like a sarcastic snob. With him was his wife, Nora, about forty, a handsome brunette with huge tits. She was frank and friendly, and Suzy liked her a lot more.
Then there was Jerry Van, a kind of John Wayne of TV. Jerry was around forty and had been a television star for twenty years, mostly in westerns and detective shows. He was superbly muscled, blond, handsome, and not very bright. He was with his third wife, Penny, a statuesque blonde in her late twenties. Penny seemed only slightly brighter than Jerry, which wasn't saying much.
Suzy went to the kitchen and fixed herself a sandwich, knowing the grownups would booze and gab for hours before anyone thought of dinner. She sighed, realizing there would be a whole two weeks of this, the cabin full of noisy drunken adults with their boring talk. If only there were some other kids around—but having babies seemed to have gone out of style with the TV crowd.
When she returned to the living room, Martha said, "Suzy, dear, why don't you run on up to bed now? You've had a long day."
It was spoken sweetly, but Suzy knew what it meant—get lost. They wanted her out of the way so they could talk about sex or money matters or other stuff that kids weren't supposed to hear. All right, she'd go, but she'd get even with them. She intended to do a lot of spying during the next two weeks ...
She'd had to give up her bedroom to the Leslies, so now she had a tiny loft in the attic. At least she had a good supply of girlie magazines to read. Uncle Charlie had finished them and thrown them out, but Suzy retrieved them from the garage. They could tell her a few things she wanted to know.
She undressed slowly. It was early and she wasn't sleepy yet. There was a large mirror above her dresser, and she watched herself in it as she took off her clothes. She was trying to decide whether she was really a woman now, not a little kid any more. When she was naked she walked up close to the mirror and inspected herself.
From the neck up she still looked like a child, with a baby face, upturned nose, freckles, and a small round naturally pink mouth. Her blue eyes were wide and innocent. She wore her short blonde hair in two pigtails tied with red ribbons, just to keep it out of her face. She had to admit she could have passed for a ten-year-old.
Lower down it was a different story. Her body was growing curvy and feminine, with a tiny firm waist and gently swelling little hips. Her breasts had started to grow this year. They were still no bigger than lemons, pouting cones that stuck straight out, capped with small pointed pink nipples. But at least she had tits. Little kids don't have tits.
She wished she had more hair on her mons, that was all. It was still practically naked, like a little girl's, pink and plump with just the faintest golden down. Well, she might not have a big muff like Martha's, but she certainly had all the sensations of a grown woman. Lately she'd been learning how to make herself feel good by touching herself down there.
Suzy parted the pretty pink hairless lips of her mons and exposed the tiny pink button of her clit. That was the most fun place to touch herself. She pressed a fingertip to her tiny moist joy button and began to rub. Instantly she felt warm melting pleasure, and her virgin cunt spewed a little trickle of juice. She bet little kids didn't get sensations like that.
She thought of her aunt and uncle fucking, and it made her more excited, so that she rubbed faster and faster on her hot moist little clit. It felt sooo nice ... She lost track of time, swaying dizzily before her mirror, blissfully frigging herself. Then suddenly a powerful blast of pleasure shook her whole body, so dizzying that she tumbled to the floor.
"OOOOOOO," she wailed.
When the delicious spasms stopped, she realized she'd come for the first time in her life. If THAT was what sex was all about, she certainly wanted more. It would be fun to have a boy lick her pussy and make her come. But as for fucking, no way. Cocks were too big. She still couldn't understand why Martha loved to be balled.
Oh, well, she'd find out more tomorrow. She was going to watch everything these grownups did ...