Chapter 3
But, there was one thing that she did know ... whatever it was she was doing, it was right ... Gus had already shown her that he'd be very prompt in letting her know when she was doing something wrong, and so ... what else was a young girl to do?
She kept it up ... and damned if it wasn't fun....
There was something about the way that his hips started to roll around, pressing forward toward her, and then, quickly, pulling away, pressing back again, then pulling away.
There was a feeling of gathering energy inside his body, and she could sense it, she could feel it ... in the sound of his breathing, in the pulse of his blood, and in the throbbing of his member....
"Oh yeah, Anna my girl ... ah, those sweet fingers of yours ... they're so splendid, so fine ... so delicate...."
"Do you like it, Gus?" she asked, letting her fingers move down to the base of his cock now.
"Yes little girl ... I do indeed love it. It's so fine, you cannot imagine. Don't be stopping. Ever. For anything. Please ... keep it up."
"Well sure, Gus. Whatever you say. I'll be glad to."
She meant it, too. She squeezed harder and harder, pulled harder and harder on it ... it was so funny looking, and at the same time, so beautiful. She'd never seen anything quite like it ... it was like looking at some weird animal from another planet.
She had her face very, very close to him now, so close that she could make out each individual vein running up the side ... some were thick, some were very thin but they were all a deep rich blue, and they all seemed to be throbbing violently.
The head was slowly growing darker and darker. Each time that she squeezed right beneath it, she could see it grow larger even than it ordinarily was.
She kept squeezing, moving the pace of her contractions up in tempo. He began to thrust his hips in short jerky movements against her fist, in perfect time with her contracting fingers.
Back and forth, back and forth. Harder and harder.
Faster and faster, he matched her beat for beat.
Then, at last, he said, "Anna, would you really like to help old Gus? Would you really like to make me feel good?"
She kept a firm grasp on his cock as she looked up into his eyes and nodded.
"Then would you give it a kiss."
She was momentarily revolted. "With my mouth?! " she asked.
"Oh yes ... with that beautiful young mouth of yours ... oh yes, would you please ... would you please do it for me?"
"Well ... " she said, dubiously, even though in some quirky way, the notion appealed to her, "all right. If you really want me to. But I don't know...."
"Ah, trust me, Anna. Just trust me. I promise you, you'll be rewarded. It'll be such a pleasant surprise, you won't know what to do...."
She still wasn't too sure about this, and when she brought her head close and examined his cock, she was even less certain ... there at the tiny opening, a clear drop of some kind of liquid had begun to gather, forming at the opening, slowly growing larger and larger.
"Is that what's inside you ... is that what needs to come out?" she asked.
He looked down. "Oh ... yeah ... I guess so. Heh, heh ... cute kid."
She gulped once, nervously, and then, bringing her mouth close to the tip of his cock, she planted one, light, delicate kiss at the very tip....
She could taste the liquid all over her lips and her tongue ... it didn't taste bad ... it was kind of good, actually, once she got used to it ... and it was real oily, slick ... not at all what she'd expected. Impulsively, she extended her tongue and let the tip lick across the opening to his cock, let the tip lap up the rest of his liquid, let herself taste what was flowing from his cock.
It was good.
It felt good. It felt exciting ... It felt ... well, it felt like she wanted more ... and more ... and more....
She opened her mouth a little more, and let the entire head in past her lips.
That was almost all that she could get into her mouth. She felt like her jaws were opened as far as they would go as it was....
But there was something really exciting about the way that Gus reacted to her mouth touching his cock.
He began to make a lot more noise, and his breathing grew faster and faster, and he began to thrust his hips hard against her face.
She felt more and more of his cock entering her mouth, felt it starting to force her jaws open even more.
She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to do it. He seemed to want to stuff his entire thing into her.
He seemed to want to completely fill her mouth, and that wouldn't be possible. Would it?
Well, all she could do was try ... and try she did. Slowly, letting her jaws relax she felt the long shaft starting to enter her mouth.
"No ... " she finally had to say though, "I can't do it ... it won't fit ... I'm afraid."
Gus just laughed. "Well, don't let it bother you, little girl ... just keep the tip of it in there, would you ... that'll be fine for me."
And so Anna felt her mouth filled by just the very tip of his cock.
But that was more than enough. It was so silky feeling on the surface, she loved the way that it was spongy and almost rubbery....
Her teeth scraped over the surface and again Gus shuddered through his entire body. She had to brace herself once or twice from the shock of his thrusts.
Again and again, he pulled back his hips, letting that mushroom shaped head rest just inside her lips, and then he would force it forward ... back ... forward ... back and then forward again ... he was starting to do it much faster and rather than attempt to match his thrusts, she simply decided to hold her jaws at a constant position, allowing his glans to freely move in and out ... realizing that it was the feeling of friction that seemed to be the desired sensation ... so she made certain that there was at least enough pressure to keep the friction steady ... but that her lips were loose enough to allow him to simply shove it in and pull it out at whatever pace he desired.
She again braced herself, and he slowly started to move faster and faster against her.
"Ah ... yes ... yes ... yes ... " he began to moan, saying the word over and over again, no longer meaningful, simply one more sound among other sounds, gaspings, wheezings, slurping noises from her mouth, the heavy sound of his breathing ... moans, groans, whimpers....
And then ... My God! she thought ... what's happening....
He began to cry out ... "Oh God! Oh God!" he was screaming. A stab of panic struck her in her gut. What have I done, she wondered. I've hurt him somehow ... what did I do?
But he kept thrusting his cock ... if anything, he was thrusting it against her with greater and greater force ... he was crying louder and louder now, and suddenly there was something in her mouth ... and then there was more ... and more ... and more....
It tasted something like that droplet of clear liquid had tasted, but this was far stronger in flavor, and there was so much more of it ... and the consistency was a lot different as well.
It was hot. She could feel it all through her mouth ... and realized that it was quite sticky as well ... it was sticking to her teeth, to her tongue, to her gums, to the roof of her mouth, to the sides of her mouth....
And still more and more seemed to be spurting out of his cock.
Gosh, she thought ... no wonder he was so stiff. He was filled.
But, to her surprise, even though he'd shot about fifteen heavy wads of that sticky stuff all into her mouth, his cock was still every bit as stiff as before.
She felt it starting to ooze out the corners of her mouth, and on an impulse, she reached her finger up to her mouth and let a bit of the stuff gather on it.
She pulled it back to look at it.
It was a creamy white ... and as she pressed the small blob between her thumb and forefinger, she saw that it was collecting into a long, stringy strand....
What strange stuff, she though, half in fear, half in wonder.
His cock was still inserted in her mouth, and she could feel even more of the stuff flowing out of the tip, but now, the force that had propelled the first bursts was missing, and it simply oozed out into her mouth like water from a leaky faucet.
But his cock remained hard.
Finally, she had to say something. "I don't understand, Gus," she said. "I thought if all that stuff came out, you'd get soft."
His eyes were closed, and he had his hands on her shoulders, supporting himself.
He looked, actually, like he was in a dream world ... like he hadn't even heard her."
"Gus ... Gus...."
"Huh? What?" , "Gus ... I don't understand. Why is your thing ... I mean, did I do something wrong? Is it broken for good?"
"Broken ... ? Are you serious? No ... not at all. It's fine. Can't you tell?"
There was almost a sleepy sound to his voice.
"Gus, are you all right?"
He opened his eyes, and seemed to focus on her for the first time. "Yeah ... sure. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
She said nothing, swallowing the last of his white fluid.
"Did you get it all down?"
She didn't understand what he was talking about at first, and then realized that he meant the white stuff.
"Yeah ... is that what I was supposed to do with it?"
"Sure ... " he said, smiling at her now, looking more like the Gus she'd seen when she first came into the diner.
"Tell me what's wrong, Gus ... how come you aren't losing ... oh. There it goes."
He chuckled. "You gotta realize, Anna, you had me real hot."
"You mean you had a fever?"
"Yeah ... sort of something like that, I suppose."
"But I mean ... wasn't that the stuff that was making you hard?"
"No ... not really ... listen, it gets pretty complicated ... you know ... I mean, I don't know if you really want to know all about that or not."
"Well sure ... why wouldn't I?"
"I see ... you're just a curious girl, huh?"
"Yeah. Miss Fimp said I asked too many questions."
"Who's Miss Fimp?"
"She's the lady at the orphanage ... I didn't like her, and she didn't like me, and she's the one who put me in the hospital."
"What were you doing in a hospital?"
Gus was starting to sound like his old friendly self again, and he was looking normal again too. For one thing, that terrible swelling really was going down now.
"Oh ... " Anna said, not really wanting to talk too much about the orphanage, "she just hurt me."
"How?"
"I don't want to talk about it, Gus," said Anna, suddenly feeling more uncomfortable than she could really explain.
"Why don't you want to tell me, Anna? If you're going to be my helper here, we shouldn't have any secrets from each other, should we?"
"Gee Gus, I don't know. Maybe not. But I don-t know ... it's all kind of weird."
"Well, all you need to do is talk to old Gus about it, and it'll be all right. You aren't afraid that I'll mind, or anything, are you."
"No ... I guess not."
"Here," said Gus, pulling a napkin out of one of the holders on the counter, "wipe your mouth off. You've got stuff all over it still."
"Oh ... yeah ... it's your stuff. I'll tell you what. I'll make a deal with you."
"And what would that be?"
"Well," she said, watching as he tucked his now soft cock back into his pants and fastened them, "I'll tell you about Miss Fimp if you'll tell me about why that got hard and then soft again."
"My, my, you do have an inquisitive mind, don't you, for a little girl?"
She nodded. "Sure do. I really like to know how things work."
"Ah yes ... but you know, don't you ... curiosity killed the cat."
"It did, huh?"
"Yep. Haven't you ever heard that?"
"Yep ... sure have. Miss Fimp used to say that all the time. She told me that I was too nosey and that it was going to get me in trouble. But you know what I told her about that old cat?"
"No. What did you tell her?"
"I told her that satisfaction brought it back."
Gus laughed and then got very serious. "Not the poor cat I'm talking about."
"Tell me," said Anna, finding him more and more enjoyable.
"Well," Gus began, "you see, there was this old cat sitting on a railroad track, and he had his tail strung right over the railing ... you know ... not even thinking about what might happen if a train should happen along."
"Boy, he was a silly old cat, wasn't he?"
"Much worse that that. Because you know what did happen?"
"No, what?"
"Well, you should be able to guess it, a smart young girl like yourself ... here comes the one o'clock special, just a chugging and a huffin' and a puffin' down the tracks, and what do you think happens?"
Gus made a hatchet motion with one hand, bringing it down hard into the open palm of his other hand.
"Splat!! ! ! Off with his tail!"
"Oh, that's a terrible story."
"Yeah, well, it gets worse. 'Cause you know what happened then?"
She shook her head, slowly, almost afraid to hear.
"Well, that stupid thing was just so curious about what had lopped off his tail, he just whipped right around to check it out and there went his head. Plop! And no more cat. That's how curiosity killed it, and maybe he was satisfied, but I'll tell you something else ... he didn't catch no more mice. You can bet your life on that."
Anna started to giggle and gave him a playful punch in the arm. "You're teasing me, aren't you?"
"What? Who, me? Never! What gives you that idea?"
"Because you're putting me on."
"Well ... maybe just a little bit. So ... now. . tell me about Miss Fimp ... and what she did to you."
There was almost an eager sound in his voice ... almost an urgency. Anna felt good that Gus was so interested in her ... the way he was peering at her now ... closely, so as not to miss a single thing about her ... that made her feel good. He seemed to be really taking an interest in her.
"Well," she said, "I'll tell you all about it, if you really want to know ... but first you have to tell me about your ... thing."
"You mean my cock?"
"Is that what it's called?"
"It sure is. Well ... it's called other things as well ... but cock will do nicely in just about any situation."
"Okay ... yeah, tell me about your cock. What made it hard."
And so Gus took a deep breath and began a long story about his cock ... and about how good it felt when he touched it, and about how his balls felt real good too, and about how they were all hooked together, and about how his cock just got stiff and then would get soft again, not because that white stuff (he called it cum) was filling it ... but that when it got stiff, it made his balls want to make some of it, and how when they did. and when it came shooting out through his cock, it was the most delicious thing that anyone could imagine.
Anna listened to all this with pure, undiluted fascination. She'd never heard anything like this in her life ... but then, she'd learned a lot of other things already that she'd never imagined before in her life.
"You really liked it, huh? When I did that to you?"
"Anna my dear, you can't imagine ... really, you can't imagine."
"Well, I'm trying to. So ... I mean ... what's the point?"
His eyes got a slightly glassy look about them now, and he was staring at her ... well, not quite at her ... more like at her breasts, and "also between her legs....
"Why don't you tell me about what Miss Fimp did to you? I have a feeling that it might have something to do with this."
"Really? Well ... if you insist ... she just beat me up. That's all. You can still see the bruises a little bit."
"Yeah, I noticed them. But that's not all she did ... is it? I don't think that's all she did."
Anna was feeling uncomfortable again ... well, not really uncomfortable ... just a little weird and strange ... feeling things that she couldn't explain. She was feeling something that was a lot like what she'd felt while she was playing with Gus's cock. And that had been something like what she'd felt when Miss Fimp had been fighting with her.
"Tell me, Anna, did she do anything to you. while she was fighting with you, I mean?"
"Do anything? I don't know ... " Anna said, hesitantly.
"Yeah ... you know ... touch you anywhere ... like, between your legs...."
"Yeah ... she did. How'd you know?"
"It just sort of made sense."
"Yes ... she did ... and it made me feel real funny. I just thought that it was because I was so scared and mad ... but you know something strange ... when I was playing with you ... with your cock ... I felt a lot the same way ... and I don't understand why? Can you tell me, Gus? What is it? Why do I feel that way?"
"Well. I don't know, Anna darling, but I'd think it might be for reasons that are a lot like what makes my cock get all hard and stiff."
"You mean, I'm going to get stiff too?"
Gus laughed. "Well, I hardly think so. I mean, you don't have much there to get stiff, do you? Not quite like me, are you?"
"No ... I guess not."
"Tell me, Anna," said Gus, his voice getting real soft now ... and his eyes looking at her hard ... never wavering ... moving from her face, down to her breasts ... down to her crotch ... back up over her body....
She felt like he was looking right through her.
"Tell me," he said again ... "down there ... between your legs ... right where you've got that pretty little slit ... does it ever itch there?"
She nodded ... feeling uncomfortable again, not knowing quite why ... not really knowing how to deal with the strange heat that she could feel crawling all over her body ... in fact, his question had created the very thing he'd asked about.
"Like ... right now ... " he went on. "Do you feel it right now?"
She nodded again, unable to say anything.
"I thought so ... and is it wet? Do you ever get real wet ... are your panties ever wet when you take them off?"
She felt her cheeks blush with embarrassment.
But she nodded again, still transfixed, almost mesmerized by his voice.
"I thought so ... it doesn't surprise me in the least, Anna. When I get hard, it's the same thing as you getting wet ... do you understand?"
She shook her head a couple of times, still in a trance-like stupor, and then she shifted to a nod, and then back to shaking her head again.
She watched him coming closer and closer ... he reached out for her....
"You're such a pretty little girl, Anna," he said, "you should be treated right.
"How do you mean, Gus?" she asked, in a small voice, somehow already knowing what he meant.
"Come here, my little child, and I'll gladly show you exactly what I mean."
She glanced down at his crotch and saw there, to her amazement, that he was once again starting to swell.
"Gosh, Gus," she said in amazement. "You're getting all stiff again ... does that mean you need to unload more sticky stuff?"
He chuckled. "Cute kid," he muttered under his breath. "Why don't we just see what happens." he said to her. He reached out and touched Anna on the face.
His fingers were hard and leathery, and there was the smell of onions and celery and garlic on them ... but his touch was appealing nonetheless ... and she didn't flinch, even though she sensed that she was preparing to enter a realm to which she'd never been exposed before.
He was staring hard at her now, and his breathing began to come more thickly. He was starting to sound just the way he'd sounded when he was pushing his cock in and out of her mouth.
He reached down and touched her breasts ... both of them....
To Anna's surprise, the nipples both were hard, and there were bursts of electric sensation fluttering through her body from each one....
He began to press against her breasts, cupping them firmly with both hands, pressing against them, squeezing-them....
She remembered the way that Miss Fimp had squeezed them ... how badly it had hurt, and she was surprised that someone with hands as thick and coarse and leathery as Gus's could possibly be so gentle....
But he was, and she had to admit that it felt extremely good. He seemed to know exactly how to bring the most profound reaction out of her nerves ... it was scary ... and at one point, she pulled away.
"Now, now, let's have none of that little girl ... come back here ... come to Gus."
"I don't know, Gus, is this right? I mean ... should we be doing this?"
"Now now, Anna, don't be bothering yourself with silly questions that don't have solid answers ... you're just letting yourself in for a lot of pain and trouble ... do you follow me?"
He was looking strangely at her again, and this time, she began to wonder if he was really safe, or if she'd be smarter to just run out the door.
But ... well, she'd already come this far, and she couldn't deny that she was really curious about all this ... she was really wondering what it was all about ... and she couldn't deny that there were sensations racing up from between her legs that were driving her wild ... she wanted to leave ... she was starting to be afraid of Gus ... but she couldn't stop ... she couldn't bring herself to just turn and run.
Instead, she stood silently by while he pulled her close to him again, while he reached between her legs, while he started to stroke her....
He let his hand slide up beneath the material of her dress and touched her body outside her wet panties.
"Ah ... I feel you ... you're just as I imagined you'd be, little girl ... you're all hot and wet for old Gus, aren't you?"
She nodded again, once more transfixed by his voice, but this time with the added effect of his fingers, touching her ... there ... God, it felt good. Her legs started to get weak feeling ... her muscles were beginning to shake and tremble, and she couldn't help but feel that there was something building inside her ... some kind of pressure inside her that wouldn't be turned back until it reached a point of exploding on its own momentum.
She felt something else ... there was that tiny bud of nerves that she'd discovered before ... on her own ... she'd felt it that day with Miss Fimp ... that woman had known about it too and had made a point of pressing against it....
She felt it again now ... and she knew that Miss Fimp's pressure against it had been no accident ... it was meant for exactly that kind of treatment....
"Oh," she moaned at last, almost falling.
Gus wrapped his arms around her, and said "Easy there, Anna. Easy there. Take care of yourself, now." He picked her up and carried her out of the main room of the diner, where they'd been up to now.
In the back there was a cot, where he would sometimes go to rest when business was slow ... or when he'd had waitresses working with him, and they'd work late, and one of them would want to rest.
Often he'd imagined breaking the thing in right, but thus far, it had served only to give him a place to sleep. Now, he thought ... now, it's going to get the christening it deserves....
Anna felt herself tumbling through space, and then, with a creaking of springs, she landed in a tangled heap on the soft mattress.
"Yes," said Gus, "you should be treated right ... a little girl like you should be given the kind of treatment that she deserves ... and I'm the one to do it to you Anna ... you do believe that, don't you?"
She wasn't sure, even now, precisely what he was talking about, but she'd already come to the conclusion that whatever he had in mind, he was going to see it through to a conclusion, no matter what she did ... and the truth was ... she wanted to find out for herself what it was ... she knew that it had a lot to do with what was going on between her legs ... and what was between his legs ... and what had happened to her body that day that Miss Fimp had attacked her ... but now, she felt like everything was going to come together, that she was at last going to really understand what everything was about ... that she was going to grow up.
She thought, momentarily about all the strange references that people would make over the years ... things that she only half comprehended ... implied meanings ... slang ... none of it had ever really fit together in any kind of coherent tapestry ... she'd simply stopped worrying about it, and had almost accepted that she would never really know everything that the other girls were always talking about ... so she'd pretended to know, and had acted like she thought things were funny when everyone else had laughed, and she'd nodded sagely when they'd made sarcastic cracks, but she'd never really understood all the strange bits of information that were racing through her head.
Now ... now, she might finally begin to put it all together. It was already starting to make a lot more sense.
And then Gus began to unbutton her dress, opening the material rapidly as her buttons popped open.
She was wearing a bra, and panties, the standard model that all the girls at the orphanage wore....
He quickly pulled her dress off her.
"Never let a man see you naked" Miss Pimp's cold voice rang in her memory, but nowv she had no qualms. She wanted to go forward ... she wanted to know what was going to happen.
He pulled at her bra cups, pulled at the clasp, and then, suddenly, they fell away and her two well developed, yet still young and tender breasts popped free, hanging lazily from her firm body.
He stared at her.
"My God," he muttered softly, "you're very beautiful, you know that?" She blushed.
"Gosh ... thanks, Gus. No one's ever said that to me before."
"That's because you've always worn that dress, I guess. It doesn't do the best things for you, you know."
She just watched him, and listened, and she waited, and waited, holding her breath, scarcely daring to breathe.
He reached now for her panties. She could feel how wet they were.
He touched her, and she felt his finger sliding along the slit between her two lips.
Then, he touched her clit ... it was hard, and stiff, and it was sticking up above her two lips ... and when he touched her there, she began to feel very, very hot indeed. And the insides of her body began to melt.