Chapter 7
Louise had stayed away from the blond giant for two days. She had convinced herself that she had no need to go back there again. She tried to forget about him. But then she started getting hot again. On Friday afternoon she had caught Richard Daws just coming.
She was so hot she practically raped him. He gave her a good fucking in every hole. It satisfied her for only a short while.
The old man was the final straw. She had known the old man for many years. He had the room at the end of the hall, and he paid his rent on time every month. She had gone up on Saturday morning to collect.
She knocked on the door and he opened it. He was dressed in a pair of shorts and a white shirt. He was the last person in the world she would have thought about having sex with, but she suddenly found herself hotter than hell.
He may have been very old, but he was a man and he had a cock and a cock was what she needed so desperately.
"I know," the old man smiled. "You want your money. I meant to bring it down to you yesterday."
He walked to his dresser and took a few bills from the top drawer.
"Here you go," he said. "And I'll pay you in advance for next month since I got a little extra from my part-time gardening."
"You keep in pretty good shape," Louise observed, her tongue coming out to lick her dry lips.
"I try," the old man said. "I can still do a day's work even if I am getting old."
"I bet you used to drive the girls crazy."
He winked at her. "I still do okay if you want to know the truth."
Again Louise licked her dry lips. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. "I bet you do. Do you have a girl friend?"
"Nah," he said, smiling. "I'm too old to keep all my seed for one cow. I kind of like to spread it around."
"Do you have many girls?"
Louise knew her questioning was foolish, but she didn't want to leave the old man. Her cunt was burning fire and she had to have a cock. Any cock. Even the old man's.
"One or two," he said, looking at her suspiciously. "How come all the questions? I don't bring any of them up here. I know you run a decent house."
"I wasn't accusing you of anything," Louise said quickly. "I was just wondering."
The old man seemed to relax. "Well, I do have a few girls. I even have some pictures of them. Would you like to see?"
"I'd like that," Louise said, her voice coming out in a whisper.
The old man seemed to grow confident. He shut his door and led Louise to the bed. He took a scrapbook from his dresser and sat down on the bed beside her.
"Take a look at these," he said. "I know you've never seen any like this."
Despite herself, Louise looked down at the old man's scrapbook. She had half expected to see a few faded photographs of old women. What she saw surprised and shocked her.
The first picture was of the model who rented the room next door. She was lying on the old man's bed and her white thighs were spread open wide. She had two fingers holding her cunt-lips apart so that the camera could see everything.
"Oh, my God," Louise said.
The next picture was of a smiling young woman in her twenties. She had long golden hair and a bright, energetic face. Her lips were pursed in a kissing position. At the right edge of the picture there was a cock dripping cum. Some of it had ran down the side of the girl's face.
"That's my cock," the old man said proudly.
"Oh, my God," Louise said again.
The old man turned the page. Again it was the smiling blonde girl. This time she was on her back playing with her twat. The old man was standing at her head with his cock buried deep in the girl's mouth.
The old man let a hand rest on Louise's thighs as he continued to turn the pages. The pictures grew worse and Louise could feel the heat from the old man's hand practically burning her thigh.
The old man ran his hand up higher until it went underneath Louise's dress. Louise almost screamed. What am I doing here, she thought. Why am I letting this old man do this to me? Why am I so hot?
"This is my favorite," the old man said.
Louise realized that she had closed her eyes, and she opened them again. She was almost afraid to look at the picture, but finally she forced herself.
The old man was sitting on a bed somewhere. He had his hands behind his head and two girls were on the bed with him. Both girls had their mouths on his hard prick, and they looked as if they were enjoying themselves.
The old man's hand found the edge of Louise's panties and went inside. His searching fingers found her cunt. He slipped one finger inside and began to massage her hole.
"Shit," Louise groaned. "Oh, shit!"
"Keep looking," the old man said. "I've got a few in here that'll make you see skyrockets."
Louise forced her eyes back to the page again. The old man began to turn the pages. There was every kind of picture she could imagine. People were fucking, sucking, and doing everything every way that was possible.
Finally Louise could stand it no more. Her hand groped between his legs and found his hard cock.
"Will you fuck me?" she asked.
"I'd love to," he responded.
He put his book down and stood up. Louise tore at his clothes until he was naked. She was so hot that she didn't want to waste time with her own clothes. She jerked up her dress and ripped off her panties.
"I want to see your tits," the old man protested. "I always like to feel the tits."
"Not now," she said. "There'll be other times. Right now just fuck me. Please just fuck me. Quick!"
"All right," he said, "but damn, I sure never knew you were this hot to trot. I'd have been in your cunt ten years ago."
A moment later their slippery bodies came together. The old man grunted as he slid his hard cock up her throbbing pussy. She wanted it like she had never wanted anything. She began to wildly move her ass as he fucked her.
"That's right!" she cried. "Give it to me! Fuck me to death!"
"Oh, Jesus, Louise," the old man said. "Slow down. Slow down or you'll make me blow my wad too soon!"
But Louise couldn't slow down. Her cunt was a fiery thing that needed to be put out. She forced him to fuck her faster.
"Ohhhhh, Goddamn!" the old man said. "I warned you that I'd come too soon!"
And then she felt his cum pouring out of his cock and she cried out in frustration. It was too soon. Much too soon. But the old man was finished. He drew out of her cunt and fell to the bed beside her. He was done for a while.
Louise got up and put on her panties. She was so goddamn hot that she would have taken on anything. Anything at all. And she thought of the blond giant and knew where she was going.
It was like he was waiting for her. He was sitting at the bar when she walked in and he smiled at her.
"Go upstairs," he said. "You know which room."
She nodded. Again the bartender leered at her as she walked up the steps. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She knew he would have no patience with her if she wasn't undressed. Quickly she took off all her clothes.
She was kept waiting for more than an hour and then it was not the blond giant but the bartender who came into the room. He was still wearing the same leer.
"Get out of here," she said.
"Now, baby," he said soothingly. "The boss couldn't make it so he sent me."
"I said get out!"
"I can give you what he gives you and mine's bigger," the bartender said.
"I'm leaving," she said, starting to pick up her clothes. "I didn't come here to be stared at by some pervert."
"The boss said I could have you," the bartender said. "And I'm gonna have you."
She started to put her clothes on but he tore them out of her hands. His face was a mask of fury as he threw her clothes out into the hall and slammed the door.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said, looking back at her. "You're going to love it before I'm done."
"Never!" Louise declared. "You'll never make me love a thing like you."
"Not me, baby," the bartender said. "Just my prick. A big prick for a hot cunt."
He pushed her back to the bed and she fell across it. She had thought about fighting him, but she had felt the strength in his arms. She would just have to give in. Maybe then he would get it over with quickly.
She watched him as he tore out of his clothes. She gave a small sigh when he released the massive pole between his legs. It was the biggest prick she had ever seen. She'd been determined not to like it but already her cunt was betraying her. Already she could feel the hot itch between her legs.
"I told you you'd like it," he said. "Now I'm going to make you beg for it."
He fell across her, pushing her legs apart. His bruising mouth found her nipple. He sucked on it for a moment and then moved to the other.
It felt good. She found herself pushing her tits into his mouth and he was sucking as much of her creamy flesh into his mouth as he could manage.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned. "It does feel good. It feels so good!"
He laughed at her and she hated the sound of his laugh, but she couldn't control the heat of her body. Her cunt was a burning itch that needed his cock.
"Give it to me," she pleaded. "Fuck me with your big rod. Stick it in me."
"I told you you'd beg," he said. "You heat up faster than any cunt I've ever fucked."
"Don't talk," she pleaded. "Just fuck me. Please stick me with your pole. I need it so bad!"
"Okay, baby," he said. "Here goes."
He wasted no more time. He poised himself at her slit and then plunged all the way in.
"Oh, God!" she groaned as his prick began to drive in and out of her cunt as fast as anyone had ever fucked her.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "That's it! Stick your dick all the way inside me! Oh, fuck me good! Let me be your fucking cunt! Give it to me, baby!"
He gave it to her. They were no longer fucking, but it was more like a battle. The bed creaked as he slammed his meat into her juicy pussy.
"I'm coming!" she moaned. "I'm going to come with your big prick inside me! I need to come! My pussy's so fucking hot!
"Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Fuck! FUUUCCCKKK!!"
She raised her legs to admit more of his huge prick as she felt the tingles start. Her entire body trembled as her climax built and exploded. Even as she came, she could feel his mighty prick enlarging and then pouring out its seed into her cunt.
"Oh, fuck!" she cried. "Give it to me! Give every drop to me!"
He pulled his prick out and let the last of his white seed pour down onto her belly.
"Cunt," he said.
"Yes," she admitted. "That's what I am. A cunt. Oh, it felt so good!"
"Stay like you are," the bartender cautioned. "Don't move a muscle. There'll be some more men up soon."
"More men?" she said, astonished. "What do you mean-more men?"
"Just what I said. The boss is selling for thirty dollars a shot downstairs, so you make them a good piece of ass or he'll be awful mad."
"Selling?" she said. "Do you mean that he's selling me for thirty dollars?"
"Thirty dollars a fuck," the bartender said. "So give them a good piece."
The bartender left. She could still feel his hot cum in her pussy. Thirty dollars. She knew she had to get up and get out of there. The blond giant was making her a common whore. Downstairs he was selling her for thirty dollars!
She was reaching for her panties when the door opened. A conservative-looking man in a business suit stood there. He was smiling at her and rubbing his crotch.
"I'm in kind of a hurry," he said. "The wife is up the street visiting. I've just got time for a good suck."
He closed the door and unzipped his trousers. He let his cock out to dangle between his legs.
"Well, hurry the fuck up," he said harshly. "I paid thirty dollars and I want to get my money's worth."
She knew that she wasn't leaving. She couldn't leave. There was something exciting about being used as a thirty-dollar whore, in having all the men she wanted.
She fell to her knees and took his limp cock in her mouth. In a moment it began to grow. She licked and teased at his cock until it was full and hard.
She took her mouth away. He groaned in protest but she had no intention of cheating him. She ran her soft tongue down the full length of his prick.
"God, baby," he groaned. "You do know how to use your tongue. They told me downstairs you were good but I thought they were just talking. God, if my wife only knew how to suck cock like you do."
She took each of his soft balls gently into her mouth and rolled them around. She bit him very lightly, being careful not to hurt.
"Shit," he moaned.
She left his balls and ran her tongue once more up his long prick. She sucked the bulbous head past her lips and teased his tiny hole with her tongue.
"Shit, baby," he moaned again. "Oh shit, baby! Take my cock in your mouth. Suck me good!"
This time she took the entire length of his cock into her mouth all the way until it was brushing against the back of her throat. His hands wrapped in her hair as if he were afraid that she was going to release his dick again.
He still allowed her to do all the work. He didn't try to fuck her in the mouth as some men would. Instead he was calm as she sucked him.
"That's it, baby," he said. "That's the way to suck. God, I haven't been sucked like this since I had that little whore in Japan!"
She felt the first of his salty-tasting cum and she urgently sucked his cock for more. He was coming. His hands pulled at her hair and his prick was jerking.
"Goddamn!" he cried. "This feels so fucking good. I'm going to come in your mouth, baby. I'm going to shoot my whole fucking wad right down your throat!"
His prick began jerking wildly and she felt his seed pouring down the back of her throat. She could hardly taste it his cock was so far in and she let it out a little so that she could catch some of the jizz on her tongue.
She rolled the cum in her mouth. She was beginning to love the taste.
He was finished. He drew his prick out of her mouth. She remained on her knees as he used her long hair to wipe himself clean with. He then gave her a pat on the head.
"I'll recommend you to my friends," he said. "I've never had a finer blow-job."
He was gone. She didn't look up as the door opened and closed softly. She climbed to her feet and walked back to the bed. She was tired but she was excited. Giving the man a good sucking had only awakened the hot juices in her. She was ready for another man.
She didn't have long to wait. Before long the door opened and two men entered. They were big, brawny, husky men who looked like they might be lumberjacks or longshoremen. They had mean, knuckle-scarred faces.
"Are you the cunt that fucks for thirty dollars?" one of them asked. "The one they told us about downstairs?"
"Yes," Louise said softly.
"You look like a cunt," the other man said.
"But I suppose we can't be picky for just thirty dollars."
Both men started to undress. Louise's eyes grew wide. They both had strong, muscular bodies and meaty pricks. She knew that she was about to get really fucked and she was excited by the idea.
"How do you want me?" Louise asked. "Which one of you wants to go first?"
"First!" one man declared. "What the hell do ' you mean by first? We're going to go at the same time, baby. One in front and one in the rear."
Louise had never had two men before. She was a little bit afraid but she knew there was no way she could get out of it. She lay down on the bed. One of the men approached her and took her by the hair.
"Suck me until I'm goddamned hard," he demanded. "I like to have a woman's mouth on my cock."
She took his meaty prick between her teeth and sucked it into her throat. She began to work her tongue around his cock as she sucked.
"Goddamn!" the man exclaimed. "She knows how to suck a cock. I'm getting there already."
He withdrew his huge cock from her mouth. "I don't want to come too soon. I want to get in your ass. That's the way I really like it."
He pushed her down on the bed. She rolled over on her side as the big man lay down behind her. She felt his big prick pushing at her asshole.
"Okay, baby," he said. "Get ready for it. I bet you've never had one like this."
He pushed and Louise almost screamed. It hurt. It hurt almost as bad as when the blond giant had fucked her in the ass. But she stood it. She knew it would feel better almost before she knew it.
Slowly he pushed into her butt-hole until his prick was buried balls deep. He began to fuck her ass slowly. His massive hands came around and began to squeeze her tits.
"Come on," he told the other man. "Get it while it's hot."
The second man lay down in front of Louise. His prick easily slid into her pussy. It was like nothing she had ever experienced.
She could feel both pricks rubbing together inside of her. She began to move in rhythm to the men.
"Hey," the man in back said. "She's beginning to like it. She's a hot cunt."
"Just like he said," the man in front grunted. "He said she had a hot cunt."
They began to fuck her harder and she matched their speed. She wanted to feel both their pricks pouring the seed of life into her cunt and asshole.
"Oh, God!" she said. "Oh, fuck me! Give it to me good and hard!"
"We're trying," the man in front grunted. "I don't know what else we could do."
The man in back laughed as they kept pounding her harder and harder.
She was climbing the mountain. A tingling started in her cunt and she knew she was going to have the best climax she had ever had.
"Oh, God," she said, "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'M COMINGGGGG!!"
She jerked her body as both men began to fuck harder and a moment later their pricks grew and jumped and then began to pour the seed into her. Gallons of cum pouring into her ass and cunt. She loved it. She loved every jerk of their pricks and every drop of jizz.
"Oh, I'm in heaven," Louise moaned. And she really thought she was.
Jim Parham was feeling sorry for himself. He knew that he had failed his landlady and he couldn't understand it. Sure, he was getting old. He couldn't be expected to go as long as he once had, but he had always satisfied the women he was with.
Louise had been his first real failure. He had gone down to her apartment later to see if he could make it up to her, but she was gone and she left nothing to say where.
He was feeling really dejected when he saw the little girl come in the apartment house door. She looked to be about twelve or thirteen, and she really was a pretty little girl for her age.
"Hello," he said. "Can I help you?"
"My name's Tammie," the little girl answered. "I'm looking for Mr. Daws."
"Well, he lives here," Jim told her, "but he's gone now. He usually works during the day. Is there something I can do for you?"
Tammie looked curiously at the old man. She doubted if the old man could give her what she wanted. She had been thinking about Richard Daws since early that morning. Her mother thought she was in school, but Tammie just had to have some more of what she had gotten from Richard Daws.
"I don't think so," Tammie said. "Do you have any idea of when Mr. Daws will be back?"
"Anytime," the old man shrugged. "You really can't tell about him. If you want to wait, you can wait up in my room."
Tammie looked at him again. She knew there were many stories told about old men and little girls. She knew it was a dangerous thing to go up to his room but then she shrugged. After all, what could he do to her that hadn't already been done, and it might be interesting.
She agreed to go with the old man up to his room. He told her his name was Jim as they walked upstairs. He also told her that he had been living in the apartment house a great many years. She found out he had never married.
She was not really interested in all the things he was telling her. She was listening to be polite.
Jim was worried. He knew that he was doing something that could put him in jail for the remainder of his life. It was a sickening thing to be so interested in a little girl. Probably, if he had not been so depressed, he wouldn't have been interested.
But for some reason he was and he couldn't control himself. He let his hand innocently brush against her leg as he opened his door. Her leg was so soft and fresh-feeling. His hands burned like fire and his prick began to harden.
"Would you like some tea or something?" he asked the little girl.
"Coke if you have it," Tammie said.
He kept a cooler in the corner. He turned his back on her and took a Coke and ice from the cooler. He made two drinks and turned back to Tammie again.
He stopped in shock. He had forgotten to put his scrapbook away. Tammie sat on the edge of his bed going through the pictures. His hands trembled as he walked to her.
"I don't think you should be looking at those," he said softly. "The pictures won't interest a young girl like you."
Tammie didn't put the book down. She was very interested in the pictures. She had thought the old man incapable of quenching her desire but the prick in the photographs was a good, strong, sturdy one that seemed to be giving the girls much pleasure.
"Do you really know all these girls?" Tammie asked.
"Yes," he said.
"They're very pretty. I especially like this one." She pointed to the photograph of the model with her legs spread.
"She lives in the building," the old man said.
"You might meet her sometimes."
"I'd like that," Tammie said.
Tammie decided to play it innocent. She had already decided that she was going to fuck the old man. She was going to have his strong prick in her cunt.
But she wanted to make it interesting. She didn't want to rush things and she wanted the old man to be just a little bit afraid. That would make it more exciting.
"What are you doing to her in this picture?" Tammie asked.
Tammie showed him a picture of the model on her knees by the bed. She was in between the old man's legs and lustily sucking on his prick.
"Nothing," the old man said, swallowing hard. "Nothing at all."
"Is that what you call making love?" Tammie asked sweetly. "I've always wondered about that."
Jim swallowed again. He didn't know what to think about the innocent-looking girl. Things were getting out of hand. He knew what would happen if he were caught up in his room with a twelve-year-old girl and a book full of dirty pictures.
"I think you'd better leave," he suggested.
"Leave?" Tammie said. "Why? You said I could wait up here."
"After thinking about it," Jim said, "it's probably not a good idea. Mr. Daws might not be back for hours and your parents would be worried."
Tammie ignored him. She turned her attention back to his scrapbook.
"I said you'd better leave," Jim said. "It's not good for you to be up here."
Tammie looked up. Her eyes had grown hard: "Why? Are you afraid that someone will say you're putting your hands on me?"
"That's enough of that kind of talk."
"Well it's true. That's why you brought me up here, isn't it? To put your hands on me. Only now you're getting scared."
"Get out of my room," Jim demanded.
"I won't," Tammie said. "If you try and make me, I'll tell everyone that you took your thing out and shook it at me. I'll scream and make everyone believe me. They'll call you a dirty old man and put you in jail. Is that what you want?"
"No," Jim said.
"Then sit down beside me and look at the pictures with me. You can tell me what they're doing."
Jim wasn't as horny for her youthful body as he'd been earlier. Now all he wanted was to get her out of his room and out of the building. There was a lot of trouble for him in just one little smile of the little girl.
But he didn't know what else to do so he sat down beside her. He looked down at the picture that Tammie was looking at with great interest.
"What are they doing here?" Tammie asked.
The picture was of a blonde-headed girl that he had met in a beer place uptown. She was bent over a chair. Her ass was high in the air and her young boy friend was about to drive his hard prick into her asshole.
Jim remembered how happy he had been when they had allowed him to take a few pictures. Now he wished that he'd never seen a camera.
"He's going to love her," Jim said.
"How?" Tammie asked.
"He's going to stick his hard thing in her ass."
"Wouldn't that hurt?" Tammie asked.
"Yes," he said. "At first it does, but then the girl gets used to it."
"I don't know if I could ever get used to anything like that," Tammie observed.
She began to turn the pages asking him to explain each position. Despite himself he was growing a little horny looking at the pictures with the warm body of the girl so close.
He stood up and walked away from her.
"Would you show me yours?" Tammie asked.
He looked at her in disbelief. She was looking at him wide-eyed and innocent, as if she had never asked him to show her his prick.
"I've never seen one," Tammie said. "I'd like to see yours. Does it look like it does in the pictures?"
"Yes," Jim said.
"Then show it to me."
"I can't," Jim said. His breath was beginning to grow short and he knew his face was turning red. "It wouldn't look right if anyone found out."
"I won't tell," Tammie said. "Just give me one little peek."
"No," Jim said firmly. "I can't do that. I won't do that. I haven't gone that low yet."
"If you don't," Tammie's voice was hard, "then I'm going to run out of your room yelling rape."
"Don't make me do this," Jim pleaded with her. "You don't know what you're asking."
"Just let me look," Tammie said. "Just let me look and I'll leave you alone."
"No," Jim said. "Just get out of my room. Just leave me alone. I won't show you anything. You're just a little girl and I can't do anything like that."
Tammie shrugged her shoulders. She stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. Jim stared in shock as she tore one of her buttons off so that her training bra was visible.
"I'm going to go out now," Tammie said. "The next people you meet are going to be the police. I hope you give them a good explanation because I don't think you'll like jail."
Tammie walked to the door. Jim imagined what was going to happen. She was going to run out of the building yelling rape and having her flimsy training bra showing. The police wouldn't even give him time for an explanation before they started swinging. He would be put into jail as a pervert!
"Wait," Jim said. "If I show it to you, will you go away then and leave me alone?"
"Yes," Tammie lied.
"And you won't tell anyone that you were up in my room and what I showed you?"
"Of course not," Tammie said. "I don't want to get you into trouble. I just want to see one."
Painfully Jim unbuckled his trousers. He tugged his trousers down, let her see his limp cock hanging between his legs, and then he tugged up his trousers again.
"There," he said. "You've seen it. Now get out and leave me alone."
"No," Tammie pouted. "I want to see it like it looks in the book. All big and hard and red."
"Please don't make me do this, little girl," Jim pleaded. "We could both get into a lot of trouble."
"I want to see it hard," Tammie demanded, stamping her small foot on the rug.
Tammie was having a good time. She knew what the poor old man was going through, and it was exciting her. Already her pussy had begun to grow warm and ready for a hard prick.
She knew that she could probably put her hand on the old man's prick and he would jump right out of his trousers and into bed with her. But she didn't want it to happen that fast. She wanted time to enjoy every second of his pain, so that their pleasure together would be all that more wonderful.
"Show it to me," Tammie said. "Show it to me and make it hard. I want to see it just in the pictures."
Jim was trying to figure a way out. He knew that every moment the girl spent in his room was another moment closer to disaster.
The best thing to do would be to get her out quickly and there was only one way that she would leave. If he made his prick hard and let her see it.
For the second time he unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Tammie had a curious look to her face as he pulled off his underclothes.
His prick was still limp but the heat of the girl's eyes was beginning to make him feel horny again. He put his hand around the head of his cock and started rubbing it. It grew to its full length almost immediately.
"There it is," Jim said, failing to keep the hint of pride from his voice. "Now will you go away and leave me alone?"
"I want to touch it," Tammie said. "I have to touch it,"
He started to protest but her hand was already reaching for his cock. She had gentle fingers that touched it softly, almost knowingly.
"Jesus," Jim said. "You have to stop that, baby. You can't keep doing that."
"Why?" she asked. "Is it because you'll want to do to me what you're doing to all those girls in the pictures?"
"Yes," Jim admitted.
"I don't mind," Tammie said. "Honestly I don't."
She was suddenly on her knees sucking his huge prick into her mouth. Her tongue seemed to know how to tease and caress his cock until the tingle began to build in his balls.
"Oh, God!" Jim said. "I can't stand it any more! I'm going to have to fuck you, little girl. I'm going to have to stick my cock in your tight cunt."
"Yes," Tammie agreed. "I want your cock. Don't be afraid. I can take it."
Quickly Tammie drew back and began to undress. Jim felt the heat build in his balls as her young-girl body was revealed to him. There was only the hint of pubic hair around her cunt and he thought he had never seen anything so delicious-looking.
He lifted her easily and carried her to the bed. He spread open her thighs and bent his head to her sweet-looking snatch.
Slowly he slipped his tongue into her hot slit. She was already wet with juice as he began to suck her. He ran his tongue around her gash for a moment and then he found her clit.
She moaned out loud as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He teased it with his tongue and she nearly went out of her mind. Her hips started bucking and soft moans came from her young throat.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Oh, do that! It feels so good! Nobody's ever done that to me before!"
Jim didn't believe that for a moment. He was over his nervous fear and he was beginning to realize that the girl had only been playing a game with him. There was nothing innocent about Tammie. He imagined that she had already felt a man's hard prick between her sturdy young thighs. Well, he was going to give her another one.
He released her clit and moved his tongue slowly up her body. He tongued her tiny nipples and sucked her small titties into his mouth. He moved up higher and found her lips. He pushed his tongue in between her lips until it mingled with her tiny girl tongue.
He let his body fall down on hers. She was a small, almost fragile-feeling thing underneath him. She didn't seem to mind his heavy weight. In fact, she screamed with joy as she felt his prick pushing against her pussy.
"I bet you're tight, baby," he said. "I bet you've got the tightest cunt I've ever had."
"Yes!" Tammie cried. "Stick it in me and you'll see! Stick it in me!"
He gave a shove and his cock-head was forced past her pussy-lips. She cried out as she felt his meaty cock going deeper inside her hole.
She was tight as Jim had known she would be. Her cunt seemed to close like a vise around his cock.
"It's good, Tammie," he groaned. "You feel so good and tight. I love your cunt."
"Then give it to me hard," Tammie urged. "Fuck me like you fuck one of your whores!"
It was what she wanted and Jim did his best to give it to her. He began to pound her with furious violence, as hard as he would have given it to a ten-dollar whore.
Tammie didn't complain. She was loving the feeling of his hard prick slamming into her. She wanted more and more of his violent cock, she wanted to feel his head bursting into her cunt with his jizz.
"Oh, God, yes!" she said. "That's the way I like it! Give it to me hard!"
Jim could feel the tingle in his balls and he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. He didn't want the same thing to happen with Tammie that had happened with Louise. He wanted her to come quick.
He slipped his hand beneath her ass and found her asshole with his finger. He slipped one finger into her bung and began to drive it in and out as his prick was driving in and out of her cunt.
Tammie had to let go when he did that. She felt his finger and his cock working at the same time and her insides screamed for release.
"Oh, fuck!" Tammie cried out loud. "Oh, fuck, here I come! I'm coming! Oh, my God! OHHHHGODDDDDD!!"
At the same time she felt him begin to fuck more hurriedly inside her cunt. She lifted her legs as he came, and he was able to go deeper than before. She felt his jism pouring into her cunt and it felt good.
Finally he fell away. His prick was limp and Tammie lifted it in her hand. It was another two hours before she was due home for school and she wasn't done yet. A faint smile came to Tammie's lips as she bent her youthful face to the old man's prick.