Chapter 5

"Nelson!" Lucy repeated, and squealing like a terrified mouse, scurried to hide behind her stepfather. She couldn't believe it; it had to be some kind of a bad joke Mitch was trying to play on her, but he seemed almost as distraught as she was as he pushed against the open door.

"Damn your impertinence! How dare you follow us! I'll have your job for this!" Mitch cried.

Nelson's soft laugh was unmistakeable, as was his voice. "I couldn't have my employer and his little girl wandering around in a neighborhood like this all by themselves. You'd better let me in, Mr. Greaves. I don't want to cause any more commotion than we're already causing."

"Make him go 'way, Mitch!" Lucy urgently whispered, undecided whether to remain where she was or to make a dash for her clothing. "Fire him! Do something!"

"What do you think I'm trying to do!" he hissed, and knocked the breath out of her with an elbow in her ribs. Doubled over, one hand at her loins and the other across her breasts, she had never felt so naked in her life.

Mitch spoke again with an attempt at reason sounding in his panicked voice. "All right, you've caught me. I'm in here with a prostitute, and there's a hundred dollars in it for you if you'll leave and forget all about it. Five hundred dollars."

That awful, soft laugh again, and then, "Your wife wouldn't like you calling little Lucy a prostitute, Mr. Greaves. But then, she wouldn't like any of this. You'd better let me in now before I have to put this champagne down and push my way in."

"We have to do it!" he whispered to Lucy. "Quick, get dressed! Get in the bathroom!" And to Nelson, he said, "All right. Just a moment-"

"Now!" Nelson barked, and burst in through the door, sending Mitch off-balance. Lucy leapt and scampered about, trying to pick up clothes and cover herself with them, while the smiling Nelson quietly closed the door behind him. With clothes clutched before her, she felt even more naked under his gaze.

He held out the bottle with a slow, sardonic bow, and said, "Would you like me to open this now, Mr. Greaves?" Lucy was backing toward the bathroom door, when he stopped her with a pointed finger and the slow words, "You stay right here, honey. I'm not going to hurt you." Smiling down at her, he began taking the lead foil off the neck of the bottle.

Mitch looked very pale. He sidled past Nelson, cupped hands over his deflated penis, saying in a shaking voice, "I suppose you're after blackmail money and I suppose you'll get it, but at least have the decency to turn around while we dress."

"One thing I'm short of is decency," Nelson said. "And I didn't say anything about you two getting dressed. Maybe we'll get around to talking about your blackmail money later, but right now, all I'm here for is to see what's going on. . . ." He looked very pointedly at Lucy. ". . . and right now, I'm not seeing enough. Uncover, - Lucy, or I leave now and go straight to your mother."

POW! The explosion of the champagne cork made Lucy yip and leap, and immediately Mitch was at her, holding her by the shoulders and saying, "Let him look at you, damn it, and then maybe he'll go peaceably. Don't worry. I won't let him touch you."

Nelson chuckled and said, "Yeah, I don't want to touch you, Lucy. Your stepfather might want to go to jail for statutory rape, but I don't."

"A voyeur," Mitch sneered.

"And you're a child-fucker," Nelson sneered back.

"I assure you," said Mitch, "that we did not come here to . . ."

He stopped, for from the pocket of his jacket, Nelson had produced a small red and white packet that even Lucy knew contained rubbers. He tossed them to Mitch, who fumbled and then caught them, and then he said, "You two just go right ahead with what you were doing, just as if I wasn't here." He took a drink from the bottle, set it down on the rickety night stand, and sat down on the edge of a chair with his elbows resting on his knees. Mitch embraced Lucy in shaking arms and whispered, "We'll have to do it, somehow. If we work at it, maybe we can . . . forget he's here. Lie down on the bed. I'll try to shield your body with mine."

"No!" she whispered back. "It's me he wanted to see!"

Defiantly then, she thrust away from Mitch and cast aside the garments she'd snatched up. Fists on diminutive hips, she faced Nelson foursquare, pelvis tilted forward, holdng nothing back. He grinned and pursed his lips in a soundless whistle, and as the gaze from his glinting gray eyes flickered up and down her tiny, naked body, a new sort of feeling came over her. Never before has she hated anyone, but now she did. It was not a blind hate she felt for the blandly smiling, eagerly waiting man, but one of utter scorn and disgust, and she could feel it tingling through every part of her body. She thought of several vile names to call him, but was breathing so hard with her hatred for him that she couldn't get them out. Finally, she extended her middle finger in his direction and viciously jabbed the air with it, then threw herself down on the creaking old bed. There she found her voice again.

"Come on. Mitch! Let's show this voyager what r wanted to see and get the heck out of here." %

"The word is, voyeur, my dear," he replied. "And although you may be able to perform in front of an audience, the nature of my male anatomy is such that I cannot."

With a sweep of his hand, he indicated his flaccid penis. Nelson chuckled, further increasing Lucy's hatred for him, and she reached out and grabbed Mitch's wrist, saying, "You get here in bed with me, and I'll take care of that."

"I'm afraid it's useless," said Mitch, but he sat on the bed.

"Give the little lady a chance," Nelson said, and she shot him a look of daggers.

She fell on Mitch's prick and began kissing it, and it was an entirely different trip now that it was so soft and pliable. She kissed his big balls feverishly and rubbed his organ against her cheek, and Mitch tried to help her forget about Nelsn's presence by pulling her around where he could kiss her loins as well.

Sixty-nine. She'd never done that before, but she'd thought about it in the past, and it had always seemed like a tremendously sexy thing to do. Now she found that indeed it was. Her pussy was even more responsive to his kisses than before, and to her great delight, the taste of it was stimulating him to the point where his cock was stiffening. She sucked with increasing ardor, rapidly manipulating it in her hand at the same time, nostrils flaring with her panting eagerness to make Mitch's dick completely hard and as aroused as she was getting. "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" she said, sucking and slurping in that beautifully responding piece of masculinity, already almost lost in her passion, and then Nelson brought her down.

"Does it taste all that good, Lucy?" he asked with a chuckle, and she opened her eyes and glared at him.

He was still in the chair, the grin on his broad, square jaw even wider. One hand was between his legs now, plucking and pushing at the crotch of his pants. He was a pervert, all right, getting his kicks from looking, not doing, and that made Lucy feel very superior to him, exultantly so. She closed her eyes and sucked Mitch's cock with even more passion that she felt, as if it was the most delicious thing she'd ever known, and at the same time she squirmed and thrust her cunt up to his rapidly flicking tongue and made the sounds that an orgasming nymphomaniac might make.

The act wasn't hard to put across, for now, this second time she was sucking Mitch's cock, it was even better than the first. The taste, the smell of it was very good, and extremely stimulating. It got better as he got harder, as the bony gristle filled her mouth and throat and the prelude to his come started oozing out to set her taste buds drooling. His cunt-licking was better too. Apparently he'd held something back before, for now it felt as if she was orgasming all the time, and yet she knew she was in store for a really big explosion that would make that noisy old bed sound like a subway train soon. Still, she could hear Nelson's voice above the creaking, trying its best to ruin things for them.

"Don't forget about the rubbers you sent the bellboy for, Mitch. I'd like to see you fuck her as well as suck her."

His suctioning mouth was taken from her badly needing pussy, and she tried to find it again with blind movements of her hips as she heard him say, "What are you, a frustrated porno movie director?"

"Maybe so. But I want to see you fuck her, and you want to do it. Put on a rubber, if you want, but fuck her."

She took her mouth from his cock quickly, or she couldn't have taken it off at all, and she panted, "Baby, kiss my pussy some more, make me come some more. I'll put the rubber on you."

"So she knows how, eh?" said Nelson. "Her sweet old stepdad has taught her a lot."

"Honestly, Nelson," Mitch started, "this is the first time we've ever .. .'*

"Shut up and eat me!" Lucy cried, and succeeded in shoving his head back down between her open legs.

The rubbers were there on the bed. She knew how to put one on, for she'd seen Robert do it, but now she didn't know if she could manage it or not, for she was so clumsy in her burgeoning sexual excitement that she had a devil of a time just opening the little cardboard box. Mitch's cock kept interfering. AH big and hard now, it kept diverting her attention and causing her to give it another lick, another suck to keep it that way. And Nelson, the bastard, was doing his best to interfere with his snide remarks.

"That's an awful big cock for such a little girl. I'm going to have to see this to believe it. What's the matter, Lucy? Need some help getting the foil off that rubber?"

"I don't need a damned thing," she said, "from you."

She ripped at the foil with her nails, and at last it came open. She was really coming now, with wave after wave of sheer pleasure racing through her body, regardless of the presence of the lewdly leering family servant. Pursing her wetted lips, she ran them all about the satiny head of Mitch's hot cock and dipped her tongue-tip into the big eye there to taste his spicy sweetness one more time, then strove to gather her wits about her for the necessary ordeal of getting the rubber on it.

Mitch was still licking her cunt, languorously, wonderfully, and now Nelson at last got up from the chair. She cringed, thinking he was going to lay his dirty hands on her, but instead, he went around to crouch down for a good look at her cunt being licked by her stepfather. While he was there, she managed to roll the rubber down over the head of Mitch's cock. The lividness of it was diffused by the thin white membrane. She sucked it again, and though it wasn't as good as when it was bare, it was still very exciting. When Nelson came grinning back, she acted as if it was a delightful as ever, and she looked up at him and said with her eyes, Don't you wish this was you, you sorry excuse for a man?

The bulge in his pants was quite prominent by then, and he made no bones about helping to keep it that way with his hands. Lucy looked properly ecstatic as she went on kissing the rubber-covered head of Mitch's bigger, better prick while she rolled the very tight rubber down its shaft.

Nelson did touch her then, He poked her in the ribs with his finger, and said, "Let's see you climb the pole, Lucy." It set off a spasm of ecstasy in her that made her come even harder, and for several thrilling seconds she was able only to churn her hips and crash about and squeal and come, come, commme.

"Easy, baby," Mitch said. "Take it easy."

"I can't! Oh! Ohhh, God! I can't take it easy with you. Nnnnngggg! So good! Sucking, fucking, so goooodddd!"

"Horny little wildcat, isn't she?" Nelson said, with that depraved chuckle of his.

"Yes!" she gasped. "With Mitch, only with Mitch. With you, I'd just be yawning now. Fuck me, Mitch. Let me climb your pole."

He started to turn about on the bed, but she was already coming to meet him. With a strength born of her great excitement, she pushed him down on his back and quickly straddled his waist, and there she tasted the sweet, foul sexiness of her cunt on his tongue. His prick was throbbing in the groove of her ass, and her little cunt was now on fire with its need to have it in her. She raised up on her knees and groped with Mitch for the sturdy shaft, trying to jam it in her leaking hole as he tried to guide it there.

"Get it in! Stick it in!" she gasped.

"Easy, honey. Don't want to hurt you."

"Damn it, stick it in me!" she cried. "That's what this queer wants to see, and that's what you've got to do!"

"Well, don't try to break it in half!" said Mitch, for now she was bearing down with amost her full weight on the knob of it to force it into the extremely tight portal of her vagina.

She wanted to scream, not so much from the thickening pain of it, but from the terrible frustration of having it so near to being in her, and yet so far. Struggling and whining and panting, her long, dark hair flying, she rotated her hips and succeeded only in increasing the mad itching in her pussy. Sweat was streaming from her body in the close confines of the room, and even Nelson was trying to ease the the insertion by calming her.

"No hurry, Lucy. We've all got time." he said, and gave her a little pat on the ass.

She half-whirled about to slap at his hand, and as she did, her little body plunged down, and a full four inches of Mitch's massive cock was imbedded in her little-girl cunt. She was stretched right to the point of tearing, and it hurt, but still it felt good, better than anything she'd ever known in her life. "Nnng! Oh! Ah!" she cried, whirling this way and that as she had when Nelson had touched her ass, trying to get still more of it into her, orgasming delirously from the tight but incomplete friction within her. Again it was Nelson who inadvertently helped her.

Mitch had been holding onto her ass with both hands, gritting his teeth in his effort to keep from coming. But Nelson's slimy hand there was unmistakable as it joined Mitch's for one little pinch of her left buttock. "Don't touch me!" she shrieked, and all at once, Mitch's cock was in her to the hilt.

It filled her so greatly that for a little while she was paralyzed with it. It was so long, so thick, that she thought she might never be able to move her legs again, let alone close them. And then Mitch arched slowly up off the bed, grinning up at her, letting her know he loved her, and the feelings were suddenly so strong that she realized she hadn't really been orgasm-ing at all before.

Lucy went wild with this peak. Gone completely was the paralysis, and she bobbed up and down like a monkey on a string, driving that lovely fat cock into her gushing pussy over and over, making the utterly thrilling orgasm go on and on, bursting and breaking into ever bigger delights. Mitch's hands on her tits helped it along, pinching and pulling, and now even Nelson's dirty hands on her leaping ass were adding to it.

"EEEEeeeeeek! Now! Morrrre!" she cried, twisting and jerking and thrusting against the great impalement, until Mitch's orgasmic groans joined hers to tell her that the rubber was filling, swelling, and he was feeling as good as she, if that was at all possible.

It seemed that it was, for her pleasure increased by just looking at his bliss-contorted face, feeling his straining body under hers. In the madness of climax, she saw Nelson's face at her shoulder, eyes wide with vicarious pleasure, mouth open and almost drooling, and even this was manifested by a final, even greater shudder of delight that tore through her pleasure-wracked young body. It was too much. It ripped her, tore her, and left her to collapse against Mitch's sweating chest, with Nelson's hand giving her a congratulatory pat on her fanny.

As if from a great distance, Lucy heard Nelson's chuckle, and the somewhat strained words, "You two don't fool around when you fuck. How the hell do you take care of your wife, with a little tomato like this on your hands; Mitch?"

"We've never," he panted, "made it all the way before. But it won't be," he puffed, "the last time."

"And it won't be the last time you'll have a little audience. You put on a good show, you two. You ought to try out in one of those cruddy places in Times Square."

Nelson shrugged, and Mitch sighed and said, "Now, Lucy. No need in provoking him. After all, he's . . ." He sighed again. ". . . he's sort of got us in his power."

"He hasn't got me in his power," she angrily said, and wrenched herself off her stepfather. His prick, softened, covered with the messily filled rubber, now looked far from being as attractive as it had. "He hasn't got me in his power at all. I don't care if he tells mother. I'll just run away. That's all."

"Don't talk foolishly," Mitch said, sitting up and taking her by the shoulders. "If you won't think of yourself, think of me. If you love me at all, think of me, and . . . and do as he says. All he wants is money, and the chance to ... to watch us again. He doesn't want to do anything to you but look at you. You know that."

"I don't know anything of the kind. For all I know, if you left the room now,' he'd want to fuck me. And that'd make me sick."

Nelson said, "Listen to Mitch, Lucy. He's right. I'm a looker, that's about all. Oh, m probably throw the old blocks to Sarah tonight, 'cause you turned me on so much. But I'd never lay a hand on you."

"What do you mean? You already did!"

"I meant, not with the intention of ... of doing anything to you."

"Bullshit! If Mitch left now, you'd be all over me."

"I wouldn't."

"You would too!"

"Well, it makes no difference," Mitch said. "Because I'm not leaving you alone with him."

The young girl with the leaking pussy scowled back and forth at the two men, hating them almost equally just then. She picked up the champagne bottle and guzzled thirstily from its neck, set it down, and said, "You are leaving, Mitch. You're going outside that door and you're going to be quiet until I call for you, and I'll guarantee you that inside of five minutes this dirty old man will be begging me to let him fuck me."

"Oh, nonsense," said Nelson, looking acutely embarrassed now.

"Don't be silly," said Mitch. "I wouldn't leave you alone with him. Not with anybody, for that matter."

"The heck if you won't!" she said, getting up on her knees on the bed, defiantly placing her fists on her hips. "I've got something to prove, and I'm going to prove it. Get dressed and get out of here or ... or Til tell Mother about this myself!"

They both tried to argue with her, but she would not be argued with. To each of their impassioned, logical pleas, she countered with the same threat and another swill from the bottle. She sat on the bed with crossed arms and legs, completely adamant, until the two men, each more than a dozen years her senior, shrugged helplessly at each other and Mitch sighed and got up.

Lucy started her campaign to prove Nelson's true desires while Mitch was in the bathroom, washing up. She smirked confidently and winked at him, and he responded with the running of his forefinger under the starched collar of his shirt, with a longing glance at the bathroom door.

"What*s the matter, Nelson. Is it him that you like, and not me? Or should I call you Nellie?"

"Hey, now. I might be a lot of things, but I'm no fag." '

She lighted on this like a locust on a June bug, flaunting her small but very discernible charms, and saying, "You can tell me if you are. After all, you know my secret. I like to fuck and suck. If you like men, you can tell me."

"Well, I don't, damn it," he gruffly said. "I just like to look. I like to fuck too, but . . . well . . . have to look at somebody else before I can. .. . Shit, why am I explaining anything to you?"

He got up, paced toward the door, paced back, hands in his pockets, bulge apparently gone from his pants. She sat on the bed, looking very self-satisfied. When Mitch came out of the bathroom, splendidly dressed again, but looking most uneasy, Nelson said, "Listen, I'm not about to go through with this. We're all leaving. That girl is crazy, and I'm not about to stay here with her, even if you are outside in the hall. Forget about the blackmail, forget about my talking to your old lady. Just let's get the hell out of here."

The smile on Mitch's face faded as Lucy calmly said, "But don't forget about my talking to her about all this. If I have to, Nelson, you'll be out of a job, and without any sort of references at all for future employment. You might have us in your power on some things, but I have you in my power on that one."

"Don't play the headstrong child, Lucy!" Mitch admonished.

*Tm no child," she said with a crooked grin. "I just proved that."

They grinned with her anew, but now she just sat there, calm as could be, firmly and placidly in command of the situation. At length Mitch slammed out of the dingy room, leaving her alone with the man who claimed to want nothing of her but to look at her.

And when she was alone with him, the excitement she had anticipated was gone, strangely replaced by an uncomfortable feeling of not knowing how to go about proving her point, and the speculation that the point had never been worth proving to begin with. Still, she'd come this far, and had to carry it to a conclusion.

"You do like me, don't you, Nellie," she said, straightening her shoulders, thrusting out her inadequately-sized breasts at him. "I mean, more than just to look at."

He sat down in his chair again, and growled, "You're a pretty girl. But you're not worth going to jail over."

"Mitch thinks so," she said, stretching out a leg, giving him the chance to look at her little pussy, sated perhaps, but still ready for more.

"Well, I don't."

"Are you a queer?" she mildly asked, getting her feet on the floor.

"No!"

"Never sucked a cock in your life?"

"Hell, no!" he declared, but she thought from the vehemence of his answer that he was lying.

"You ought to try it," she said, looking at his crotch from the corner of her eye for a bulge. "It's a gas. I just love to suck a nice, juicy cock. I'd probably even like to suck yours, but I'd really rather have you fuck me."

"Well, I'd really rather we got the hell out of here," he bluntly averred.

Smiling and shaking her pretty head, she got to her feet and stretched, as if she'd just awakened refreshed from a nap. She took a slow step toward him, saying, "Like you said, we're in no hurry. What'll it be: fuck or suck?"

"Honest to god," he said, going pale, backing up. "I didn't have anything like this in mind when I followed you out of the theater."

"That was a long time ago," she said, still advancing on the much bigger, much older, and much more flustered individual. "But what've you got in mind now? Fuck, or suck?"

"Miss Lucy! Please!" he said, backed to the wall by her steady advance, then letting out a muffled moan of protest as she reached down her hand and groped at the front of his pants.

He tried to dodge away from her. The cloth-covered thing in her hand was small, but it was excitingly hard. She wouldn't be eluded, but took a stand before him, his sex in her hand, and then with a triumphant cry, she dropped to her knees and tore at his uniform trousers. Raising his fists to his forehead, he moaned, "No. No," but he stayed there against the wall until she had his cock free of his pants and in her mouth.

God, it was indeed small! Smaller than Robert's, and in comparison to Mitch's big sausage, just a little hot dog, but nevertheless hard, and as such, quite satisfying.

She sucked it expertly, and she derived a shivery thrill of further triumph when his moan changed to one of pleasure and his big hands came to tremble at the sides of her head. She had proved her point: he had wanted more of her than just to look at her. Still, it was a purely mechanical act, born in anger and carried out in spite. Until, that is, her suckings brought forth a strangled cry from him and she tasted his come, hot and rich, spurting into her little mouth. And at that moment she heard the door burst open and heard her stepfather's voice say, "What the hell? What the bloody hell are you making her do, Nelson!"

At that moment, in that instant, it all changed, and her act of imposed fellatio became so suddenly exciting, so instantaneously thrilling that a weird sort of untouched orgasm burst in her that added yet another new dimension of sexual experience to her growing repertoire.