Chapter 12
"Well, what do you think?" Anne asked. "Did you get some good pictures?"
Shannon sipped her Coke. "Jeez, I guess so! You really gave Mr. Martin a hand-job, Mom."
"Oh, stop talking like that. You are very well aware of why we're doing all this."
"Sure—money."
"Well, I'll keep the film," Anne said. "I hope we won't ever have to use it."
"I think he's hot for both of us, Mom."
"You think so?"
"Sure, and he likes to take pictures. He's kinda kinky and stuff, but I really like him. He's never gone back on his word, and he sure does have lots of money."
"I wonder how much money he really has?" Anne pondered.
"I'll bet millions!"
"He ought to be living in a mansion somewhere then—not in this suburb."
Little Shannon didn't know how close she came to the truth when she said: "I bet he's stayed because, well ... because ... of me, maybe."
"Could be. He's had the hots for you since you were a kid," Anne said.
"Well, don'tcha think?"
"Could well be."
" *
Shannon was walking home from school. She looked especially attractive, and she was hoping that Mr. Martin would see her.
She wore a pink denim skirt, tight denim that wrapped around her lovely hips and gorgeous, chunkette ass like cellophane. The white cami top she wore was tight. Her big tits looked delicious.
She wore tan sandals.
Her hair was slicked down on the top of her head, parted in the middle, with two long braids bobbing at each side of her head, swishing down on her shoulders.
She walked slowly as she approached Mr. Martin's house.
As usual, the late afternoon found Mr. Martin in gym shorts, puttering in his yard. This time, he was watering a brown spot where the afternoon sun had faded the green grass.
He looked up and saw Shannon.
She smiled and stopped.
"Hi!" she chirped.
"Hello, Shannon."
"Would you like to do something" Shannon asked.
"You know I would."
"Should I come in, then?"
He nodded and led her into his house. This led to a hot kiss the minute Mr. Martin closed the door.
"You're so damn fine! So damn beautiful! So sexy!" he panted.
Shannon felt his huge cock thump at her through his shorts. She looked up into his handsome face.
"Thanks," she cooed.
Mr. Martin's hands caressed her ass. His body trembled.
"Whatcha wanna do?" Shannon whispered.
"Let's fuck!"
"Oooooh, jeez! Fuck?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay then."
"Let's just get down on the floor and fuck it up, Shannon."
"Okay," Shannon said, falling to her knees on the floor. "Should I lay back and pull my skirt up?"
"Do it!" he urged.
Shannon opened her mouth sexily, swiped her tongue over her candy-red lips very slowly and salaciously, then she leaned back, pulling her pink skirt up teasingly.
She lay on her back, the skirt up at her waist in pink ripples, her tight, white panties snug on her hips, tantalizingly snug in the crotch, muffing out her sweet little pussy underneath.
"You're so damn sexy and pretty," Mr. Martin whispered.
Her pigtails lay out from her head on the carpet. Her big tits pushed up her white cami.
"Don't tell my mom about this," Shannon warned.
"I won't, my dear," Mr. Martin said, falling to his knees beside her.
Shannon's legs spread apart. She cocked her knees up in the air.
Mr. Martin bent over between her legs and kissed up and down her smooth thighs, then he nuzzled into the crotch of her panties, licked and chewed there.
"Jeez, sir!" she mumbled, looking down, up now on her elbows. "You're chewin' on my panties."
"I'm gonna take 'em down," he whispered, then he tugged at the white panties.
Shannon lifted her ass off the carpet so he could pull her panties off. He took them down and tossed them beside her.
Then he was on her pussy, licking, chewing, biting, sucking.
"Oh, shit!" Shannon cried, pushing up at him.
Mr. Martin licked slowly at her cunt slit. Then he got up on his knees, stood up and took off his gym shorts. His huge cock wavered and thumped, spit out a blob of pre-cum that dripped down on Shannon's belly.
"Do it," Shannon whispered.
Mr. Martin mounted her. He shoved his cock into her cunt.
"Okay, let's fuck!" he panted.
"I'm ready," Shannon said.
He started humping. His big balls banged at her ass. His hard, long cock lance jabbed in and out of her sucking pussy. Shannon hooked her legs around him. Mr. Martin slid a hand under her ass and fingered her asshole.
"Ooooo, ishh!" Shannon gasped.
She threw her arms around him, bucked up and down on the carpet.
"I love fuckin' you, kid!" Mr. Martin rasped.
"I know. I love fuckin' you, too, sir."
"You don't mind that I'm so old?"
"No. I like it."
"Oh, Shannon! Shannon!" Mr. Martin cried. "We're fuckin' so good!"
"I know it! Fuckin' on the floor and stuff!"
"Darling, Shannon, honey!"
"Fuck me, sir!"
"That's all I ever wanna do, Shannon."
"You gonna pay me for this?"
"You know I am."
"Fuck me faster, Mr. Martin! Really fuck me fast!"
"Oh, honey!"
"Ooooh, that's it, Mr. Martin!"
He was pumping and humping like a machine. His balls made loud whacking noises as they slapped at Shannon's ass. His cock sawed and jabbed in and out of her pussy in long, slurpy fuck-strokes.
"That's it! Fuck it like that, sir!"
Mr. Martin was a fucking madman now. He fucked faster than he had thought he ever could.
"I'm gonna cum!" Shannon sobbed, writhing under him, her pigtails swishing and slapping the rug.
She pushed up off the floor, screwed her hips around and around, and he hammered his big cock home.
He shot off.
A gusher of cock cream spurted into little Shannon's cunt.
"Awwwww, shit! You're squirtin' off!" Shannon yelled.
She tingled and tickled into a boiling climax. The marvelous feeling spread through her with a dandy vibration. She sucked in her breath in a hot gasp, held it as the feeling increased in intensity then let out a long sigh.
"Ohhhh, ahhhhh, mmmm, yes, ahhhh, goooooood!" she babbled.
"Baby, baby!" Mr. Martin yelped, still pouring his load of cum into her cunt.
He finally crumpled on top of Shannon, spent, huffing, puffing, his whole body tingling and trembling.
"Cumming is so good," he whispered.
"Yeah, but it just doesn't last long enough," Shannon said.