Chapter 13
Marianne showed Simons the time of his life. She was bright and vivacious and she liked to have fun, and she made the 'old man' change his old, straight-laced puritan ways. She taught him to enjoy the finer things in life. She taught him that sex could be a deliciously adorable activity.
Simons who had never experimented with his old wife, had grown to believe that there was only one position. He never practiced the hundreds of different positions which can change the dull and humdrum into a journey of adventure.
Simons, for example, had always had the desire to fuck his first wife in the ass. Something about her ass fascinated him. He had been meaning to turn the old girl over on her back and stick it in between her sweet white buttocks. But he never had the guts to broach the subject with Clara, his first wife.
Though he loved Clara very much, he never had a great deal of carnal satisfaction from her. She was a frigid woman, who considered sexual intercourse one of the more unfortunate aspects of marriage. She allowed Simons the use of her body because she felt obligated to. If it had been up to her, she would have done away with that 'filthy practice of sex'.
Whenever Simons had the inclination for a little love-making, he knew that she secretly resented him. She considered his lust childish and immature.
"Only peasants like to do it," she would say.
She would grind her teeth, whenever Simons climbed onto her, and spread her legs coldly, not moving while her husband stuck his cock inside of her frigid vagina. He would pump back and forth, inside of her, until he shot off.
There was no foreplay or after play between them. Simons who intensely desired a normal, wholesome sex life once suggested to her that she put a little 'grease in her hips'.
She blanched at the very mention of frigidity. She refused to even see a psychiatrist to correct her hangups.
"We aren't dogs," she used to say to Simons. "I'm not a whore. If you want someone to lick your cock, you go find yourself a whore. I'm a decent, respectable woman, brought up in a decent, respectable home. I'm not a piece of meat for you to fuck whenever you want to."
"Simon's never discussed the subject of sex with her again. He very rarely had any kind of carnal relations with her, either. Whenever he felt the need, he would drive out to Hartford's North End, where the whores hung out, and pick himself one and bring her over to a private apartment which he maintained for just such an occasion.
When the urge hit him, and a whore was not available, Simons masturbated for relief. He was a proud man, and he would have nothing to do with Clara, after learning how she resented being used for his own 'lascivious ends.'
He loved her a great deal, and he was deeply hurt when she passed on. But as far as sex goes, she was a dud. By contrast, young Marianne was super-firecracker. She made him feel like a man. She had no hangups as far as sex was concerned. She was a wholesome, milk and corn-fed filly, whose control was dominated by her carnal desires.
The first time she had ever been laid was at the age of eleven, one month after reaching puberty. In that instance it was a school teacher who had kept her after class because he had been a naughty girl and had been caught lifting her dress and letting the boys look at her 'tushie'. She had charged them a quarter a peek. If they wanted to cop a feel, she charged them a dime extra. None of the boy's had any complaints and they were all willing customers.
They would smuggle her into the boy's toilet, and put her into one of the booths, from where she operated her business during the lunch recess. The boys would line up, each waiting for his turn. Sometimes, even the older ones who went to John Jay High School, a block away would come over and spend their money. Marianne, made a tidy little business. Sometimes she would collect as much as fifteen dollars in a single hour.
One day, one of the teachers, a math instructor called Mr. Katz, was passing the boy's toilet and wondered why there were so many kids congregating in that area. He suspected that they were smoking cigarettes, and he therefore walked in to investigate. He was surprised to find Marianne Salton, with her dress and bloomers pulled down around her ankles. An older boy, of eighteen, from John Jay, was kissing her hairless pubis.
Mr. Katz, instead of reporting the incident, ordered Marianne to stay after school.
"I want to have a little talk with you," he said.
So, at three-thirty, after her last class had been dismissed, the young girl walked up to room 509, Mr. Katz's room. He was waiting for her, alone. He invited her to take a drive with him so that they could discuss the incident in the toilet in a more relaxed atmosphere.
Somehow, before she knew it, she ended up in his bachelor apartment He opened his zipper and pulled out the biggest penis that she had ever seen. Up until then she had only come into contact with pimple-faced kids.
He ordered her to undress and she complied without any resistance. Just the sight of his magnificent organ was reason enough. Her hairless pubis was dripping wet Desire mounted in her loins, and she rubbed her thighs together in apparent delight Mr. Katz was young and good-looking, and she looked forward to getting laid.
She pulled down her pink dress with the red sash pockets, removing her matching pink bloomers. She threw the wet undergarments into Mr. Katz face. He took them and smelled the crotch, inhaling deeply. He licked and kissed the soiled cotton material.
He then helped the young girl off with her trainer bra, and slid his hands across her lithe, slender body, caressing the trembling flesh. She made him get down on his knees and lick her pussy. He kissed and sucked it He had never tasted such sweet, delicious meat. He was intoxicated by her youthful nest.
Slowly, his nimble fingers crept into the crack between her legs. He pushed it deep into her pubescent vagina, and young Marianne whined and moaned, biting her lips in ecstasy. She was consumed by an overbearing pleasure, screaming on the insides as the man's hands massaged her genitalia with the greatest of care. He licked her young clitoris, sucking and biting on it wildly. He was an animal, trapped by his uncontrollable lusts and desires.
Marianne watched as he performed cunnilingus upon her. He licked and sucked and bit on her, and she enjoyed herself completely, savoring every precious moment.
"Beat me off," said the teacher, after he was finished, having around young Marianne to an orgasm.
He slid out of his pants and underwear, and placed his manly genitals into Marianne's outstretched hands. The girl quivered as she held his masculinity. She went wild, like a young bitch. She dug her sharp fingernails into the man's cock, in a hasty desire to please him. She had drawn blood from Mr. Katz's outstretched phallus. He screamed, as she pulled at his erection, biting his legs with her violent teeth.
She had always had a secret desire to do the same thing to her father. Marianne once hid herself in the bathroom under the shower curtains, watching her father as he relieved himself. She watched as he urinated in the toilet bowl. She had desired to lunge out and kiss his penis. She had desired to suck it and bite it though she dared not.
Marianne had always resented her mother, believing that if not for her she would have complete possession over her father. She couldn't understand how he could share the same bed with her. She couldn't understand how he could make love to that stupid bitch.
Marianne, whose bedroom was next to her parents' bedroom, would often stay up at night and listen to the activity going on next door. She would cup her ears to the door and whenever she heard noise and the squeaking of a bed she knew that her mom and dad were at it. She listened to the erotic moans and sighs which emanated from the bedchamber, masturbating with her hands or with some long pointed object. Sometimes Marianne would use a pop bottle, or a fat pencil. She would listen to her parents while inserting these long, hard objects in her vagina. In her imagination she pictured herself lying next to her father, making love to him.
Now Marianne was in Mr. Katz's bedroom. From the beginning she had known why he had invited her. She had seen his lusty eyes, and the lascivious way in which he had looked at her. She let him think that he was the one who had seduced her. In fact, it was just the opposite. As is always the case in encounters which involve girls in their pubescence, and older men, it is always the girl who does the seducing. It is always the young, inexperienced girl who leads the man on with her enticing innocence. It is always the girl who excites and stimulates the man with her sensual body, bringing him to a point where he can no longer control his emotions. He falls like a captive animal, prey to animal hunger.
Marianne looked at Mr. Katz. What a handsome man he was. She held his cock in her hand and stroked it gently, trying to smooth away the nail marks she had made. His cock was so white and hard. She saw the veins as they stood out on the elongated organ. They looked like little mountains on the hard surface.
Marianne, who had often snuck into the adult section of the public library to read books on sexology, knew the function of those veins. She knew that they brought blood to a man's cock and the reason that the soft little worm could grow into a ferocious wild snake.
Marianne held the throbbing organ, petting it as if it was a little puppy dog. As she was gently stroking it, Mr. Katz was fingering her with his middle finger.
"Beat me off," he said, wildly. "Beat my cock, Marianne, I want you to beat my cock."
"You mean," said Marianne, like an innocent little girl, "you want me to whip it!"
"Yes," replied, Mr. Katz. "I want you to whip it. I want you to be a nice little bitch and whip it. Beat the meat. Whip my cock. Pound the pud. Haul my ashes. Be a nice little girl and do all those things to me."
"What do you do when you don't have a little girl to do it for you?" asked Marianne curiously. "What happens if little Marianne ain't holding your cock. Do you hold it all by yourself?"
"Yes," answered Mr. Katz, "I hold it all by myself. I have this collection of dirty pictures. Mostly it's a collection of young girls showing off their pussy's. I bought the pictures in New York City, on Forty-Second Street."
"I take the pictures and hang them up on the wall and I take care of myself."
"You mean you masturbate?" asked Marianne.
"Yes," nodded the old man who was a teacher in her junior high school. "I masturbate, when I didn't have any girls to lay with. But until summer I won't have to masturbate ever again. Not as long as I got my little Marianne."
Marianne saw the twinkle in his eyes and she started to giggle. Then her giggle broke into a laugh. A long, wild excited laugh. It was the laugh of anticipation. The laugh of sexual lust. The laugh of a wild bitch eyes a well endowed stud.
She started rubbing her teacher's phallus, gently, and with a great deal of care. She wanted to do it right. She didn't want any slip-ups. She kept rubbing it, applying an exhilarating friction to the stiff penis.
The man's whole body tingled with joy. Mr. Katz closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. He liked Marianne. She was a good little bitch. She was better than some of the older women he had copulated with. She had that special something that turned an ordinary sex encounter into a memorable and unforgettable experience.
She had a certain enthusiasm that titillated him. She set him on fire. She lifted him to a plateau which separates the ordinary from the extraordinary.
Mr. Katz gasped for air crying with pleasure as Marianne placed his cock into her mouth. She sucked and bit on it and chewed it till it was red with fire. She knew just how much pressure should be applied. She knew, intuitively, what it was that titillated a man. This little girl, only eleven (about two months away from her twelfth birthday) was indeed a child prodigy.
Mr. Katz felt his back tighten. All the muscles in his body were taut, and wound-up. He was about to come. He was about to climax. He could feel the semen in his testicles rush into his cock. In another minute he would unload in Marianne's mouth.
He held himself back. He felt back the climax for as long as he could. He wanted to increase the pleasure for as long as possible. He wanted to prolong the strange sensation which encompassed his loins.
But Marianne was persistent. She kept sucking. She would suck him dry. She would suck him to the marrow. She saw, how he was all tensed up, holding back the climax which was building on his insides.
She kept sucking, increasing her pace, increasing her activity. She wanted to please this man who was her teacher and who reminded her so much of her father. She wanted to give him the pleasure which no other woman could bring him.
Finally came the explosion. Like a wild volcano. There was no holding back the outflow of lava. The man had tried. He had held himself back for as long as he could. It was now time for the orgasm. For that splendidly beautiful outpouring of male semen. For that burst that brought with it the greatest amount of pleasure that any man has ever experienced.
Mr. Katz unloaded in Marianne's mouth, and she lapped up the salty-tasting semen. She didn't swallow it, however. She held it in her mouth, watching as the teacher lay down on the parquet floors, exhausted from his ordeal.
Marianne spit the scum on his belly, where it formed a neat little pool of milky white liquid.
"Don't you like the taste of it?" asked Mr. Katz.
"Oh, yes," nodded Marianne, kissing the man's cock. "I like it fine. I just spit it out to look at it. I want to see what it looks like. I want to make it last. That's why I'm not going to swallow it all up at once. I'm going to lap it up a little at a time, just the way most people sip champagne. I want the scum to last. It tastes better than anything I've ever known."
"Does it taste better than my cock," asked Mr. Katz smiling.
"No," said little Marianne. "Nothing tastes better than cock meat I guess you might say that your cock is the main dish. The scum is like an after dinner drink. They each complement one another."
"My, my," puckered Mr. Katz, kissing Marianne's small, budding breast. "For such a little girl you certainly know how to turn a phrase."
He then made her turn around and stick her ass in his face, so he could kiss and smell it Marianne complied, smiling. She then turned around like a little pussy drinking her milk, and lapped up the sticky scum on Mr. Katz's belly, smacking her lips when she had finished.
She then immediately got dressed, and rushed home, on account of the lateness of the hour.
"See you," waved Mister Katz.
"Ha-ha-ha," laughed Marianne. The naughty girl lifted her dress and dropped her bloomers so that he could get one last look.