Chapter 10
"Ooh, Miss Parsons!" Mary Ellen exclaimed as she rushed to embrace her teacher, who had just entered the room. "I'm so glad to see you!"
Tm glad to see you too, darling," Lizbeth said, hugging the 13-year-old.
"Miss Parsons, why have they got Roberta and me locked in here? And why wouldn't they let us see you for so long?"
"It's all right, dear. There's nothing to worry about. Actually I've been having a very good time, and now it's your turn."
The earnest, slender blonde blinked. "What do you mean, Miss Parsons?"
Lizbeth bit her lip and, for a moment, uncertainty showed in her blue eyes. But she banished the negative look and continued:
"You're going to meet a nice man, and he's going to show you some very interesting things."
"What kind of things?" Mary Ellen asked.
"Ways to have fun. Different ways that you may have wondered about, but you never got a chance to try. Do you know what I - mean?"
The adolescent shook her head in puzzlement.
"Well ..." Lizbeth fidgeted, avoiding the girl's searching gaze. "Remember the young fellow at the gas station who was out behind the restroom, playing with his prick?"
Mary Ellen colored. "I never heard you talk like that before, Miss Parsons!"
"Oh ... well, that's part of the fun, darling! Just being natural ... doing and saying anything you want to."
"My mama wouldn't like for me to do that."
"Well, you forget what your mama told you now. You're with me, and I say it's all right.
Anyway, about that fellow ... his problem was that he didn't have a girl to play with. All guys like to play with girls. Older men do, too."
"I sort of figured that," Mary Ellen said. "But my mama told me ..."
"Forget your mama! Now, the thing I really want to make clear to you, darling, is that girls can have a very good time playing with men. You'll be surprised about all the things you can do with a man to have fun."
"I don't think I'd want to, Miss Parsons."
Lizbeth bit her lip. "But, honey, you don't know! I'm your teacher, and I say you should find out about these- things." She snuggled closer to the child. "You know that boy's cock you saw ... well, one of those big, hard things feels just super when it's shoved up inside a girl. I know what I'm talking about."
"Miss Parsons!" the 13-yar-old exclaimed in shock. "Do you mean you've let a guy shove his thing into YOU?"
"Ooh, of course, darling! Several times. And it feels better each time they do it. That's called fucking, you know."
Mary Ellen's blush deepened. "That's what Roberta told me."
"Well, Roberta's a smart girl. She really knows where it's at. Now, the first time you let a guy fuck you, it's going to hurt a bit. Not bad! It'll just hurt for a moment ... and you mustn't make a fuss about it, understand, because the pleasure will start right after that, and it'll get better and better."
"Wow, Miss Parsons, I don't know!"
"I realize it all sounds strange to you now. But give it a chance. This man you're going to meet will play with you and make you feel very good. Just do anything that he wants. You'll be glad afterwards."
"Is he going to want to stick his big, hard thing up inside me?" Mary Ellen asked.
"Ooh, yes! Definitely. But he'll probably do other things with you first."
"Like what, Miss Parsons?"
"Oooh, I should imagine that he will want to pet you a lot. And, of course, he will take all your clothes off."
"I'll be so embarrassed!" the young girl exclaimed.
"Don't be. Now please, it's very important for you not to fight or cry or act silly like that. It will be fun for you. Believe me!"
"Wh-what else will the man want to do, Miss Parsons?"
"He will probably suck your nipples, darling."
"Really? Ooh, that sounds so strange!"
"You'll like it! And the man may even want to put his mouth right down between your legs!"
"I would die!" Mary Ellen said.
"No! It's just wonderful when they lick and suck you down there... all over your hot pussy!" Lizbeth squirmed voluptuously. "Wait until you feel it!"
"I still don't know if I want to do all that, Miss Parsons. It sounds nasty!"
"But it isn't, darling! If s great fun. Really! I do it all the time. And I'll tell you something else I do ... I take the men's cocks right into my mouth and suck them!"
"No!" Mary Ellen exclaimed, her shock greater than ever.
"That's fun too, dear. Believe what I'm telling you!"
"I could never take one of those nasty things into my mouth! I just know I couldn't!"
"Well, I want you to try it!" Lizbeth responded firmly, and the cold glint came into her blue-green eyes, like the sun shining on metal.
Mary Ellen was afraid. She felt deserted by the person who was supposed to care for and protect her. It was as if she were all alone.
She wished she were back home in Alabama.
"You remember everything I've told you," Lizbeth cautioned the 13-year-old. "And when that nice man comes into your room, I want you to smile at him and be very pleasant. Do whatever he says, because it's for your own good. It will make you feel wonderful!"
When Mary Ellen just stared and didn't say anything, Lizbeth added: "This is very important, dear. I can't explain to you exactly why. But you must do what I have said!"
The child was more puzzled than ever when her teacher finally left. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she realized that if she did resist and there was a fuss, she wouldn't be able to look to Miss Parsons ... or anyone ... for help.
She wished Roberta would return. But the other girl did not. Mary Ellen felt lonely and afraid.
After a short while the door opened and a man, older than her father, stood there. He smiled. His face was kind of flushed and, when he spoke, his words ran together. That was the way people looked and sounded when they had been drinking, Mary Ellen's mother had once told her.
"Well, well, well!" the man said. "What a pretty little girl! Your name is Mary Ellen, I understand."
"Yes," she murmured, her blue eyes wide with apprehension. She was very tense.
The man shut the door, and they were alone together in the bedroom. "My name's Sam," he said. "Fd ask you to call me Uncle Sam ... but that would sound kind of funny, wouldn't it?"
"I guess."
"So just call me Sam. Okay?" He sat on a chair. "Why don't you come over here and sit on my knee so that we can get acquainted?"
Mary Ellen didn't want to do it. "Can't I just sit here on the bed?"
Sam grinned and rose to his feet. "Okay, I'll join you."
He crossed the room and sat beside her. She began to tremble.
"They tell me you're just thirteen years old," Sam said, and placed his hand on her knee. Mary Ellen jumped.
"Hey now, you mustn't be afraid of me..." Sam continued, speaking in a very soothing tone of voice. "Haven't you ever had a boyfriend?"
"No." Mary Ellen shook her blonde head.
The middle-aged man beamed. "Well, that's all right! Young fellas are a waste of time, anyway. They don't know how to really take care of a sweet little girl like you."
Sam's hand became restless. It seemed to burn Mary Ellen as it began gliding along her slender, firm thigh. She watched her dress being pushed gradually toward her lap, and she became more and more afraid. But what could she do?
Suddenly the man's hand dipped between her thighs, disappearing under her dress. She gasped when she felt him touch her panties, right where they pressed against the softest and most sensitive part of her body ... her pussy, as Miss Parsons had called it.
"Now, now..." Sam purred, and his boozy breath washed over Mary Ellen as he wrapped his free arm around her, drawing her against him. He nuzzled and began to kiss her while he kept his hand up underneath her dress, tickling the front of her panties in a way that was making her very nervous.
It did feel good, she had to admit. Miss Parsons was right about that. But what the man was doing wasn't nice, Mary Ellen remained sure.
She tried to squirm away from his moist, sloppy lips, but he held her all the tighter. Then his hand which was up between her legs stretched an elastic of her panties and slipped right inside the intimate garment.
Mary Ellen felt a crazy thrill when he touched her pussy directly, petting the fine down that lined her velvety slit.
"Oooh, please!" she said, finally succeeding in pulling away from his kiss. "That makes me feel so funny!"
"But good, huh?" Sam chuckled in a fatherly way. "You just bet it does!"
He slipped his hand out from between her legs. "Hey, I've got a good idea. Why don't we both take our clothes off? That way we can get better acquainted and be more comfortable while we're at it, hmmm?"
"I don't think it's right!" Mary Ellen said, blushing.
"Sure it is! Why, honey, I'm not going to hurt you!" Sam began unbuttoning his shirt. "Now, you just take off that cute blouse and skirt of yours."
"Mister Sam," she said earnestly, "please help Miss Parsons and Roberta and me leave here!"
"What?" With his shirt half-off, he stared drunkenly at her.
"We want to go back to the United States. Won't you help us?"
"Well, now ... just maybe I can do that," he said, a sly smile taking over. "But you've got to be nice to me first. Know what I mean?"
"I... I ^uess so."
"So you just take your clothes off and do whatever I ask you to, then we'll see what can be done about getting you home."
Mary Ellen averted her eyes. She continued blushing strongly. "All right," she agreed reluctantly, and began unfastening her blouse.
Sam hurried to rid himself of his shirt, then to kick his shoes and trousers off. He wore fancy colored underpants, his belly bulging over the top of them.
Mary Ellen didn't like him at all, but she felt she would have to do as he said in order to get what she wanted. Also, she couldn't forget what Miss Parsons had told her about "having fun", which had been partially borne out by his touches under her panties. If it all was going to feel as good as that, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all, to "play" with him.
She took her blouse away, revealing her light training bra. She noticed that Sam was staring at it, and that made her feel funny.
Still sitting on the bed beside him, she squirmed out of her skirt. He eyed her close-fitting, silky white panties.
"Hey, I'll finish up that job!" he said eagerly, and reached around her to unhook her bra.
He took the flimsy garment away.
Mary Ellen felt very embarrassed as he stared at her budding breasts, which were just beginning to push forward. They had tiny pale-pink nipples which snapped erect when the cool air touched them.
"How lovely!" Sam husked, and touched one of her titties with his fingertip.
"Ooh!" Mary Ellen exclaimed as a sharp thrill went through her.
Sam rubbed both her baby-breasts, making her nipples tingle more. Then his hands glided down her sides. He jgrasped the top of her panties and turned them inside-out as he whisked them out from under her bottom and along her legs.
The sparse blonde hairs which adorned her little mons were short and silky-fine. They were as pale as cornsilk.
Mary Ellen's embarrassment heightened, along with the strange tension which gripped her, as Sam tilted her onto her back across the bed and moved her slender girlish thighs apart.
"Oooh myyyy ... yesssss!" he brathed appreciatively as he gazed at her little-girl cunt.
"Please ... don't hurt me!" she begged.
Sam turned and quickly dropped to his knees next to the bed so that he could do what
Miss Parsons had said he would want to ... that is, stick his balding head right between her thighs! He held her legs wide apart and up in the air, her knee-socks still on them, and she gasped when she felt his mouth smack against her delicate pussy!
"Ooooooh ..." she murmured, thrilling as she never had before.
Sam licked up and down her tasty little slit, then wiggled his damp tongue between her elastically snug cuntal folds. When he touched the tip of her clitty, Mary Ellen thrilled stronger than ever.
She couldn't stay still, but had to wiggle her hips and flop her head from side to side. Her tension was increasing so much that she had trouble breathing. The thrills kept coming, faster and hotter all the time, while Sam licked and sucked at her throbbing little cunt.
Miss Parsons WAS right! Mary Ellen was forced to admit. This was lots of fun! Maybe it was wrong, but it sure did feel good!
Suddenly Sam stopped. He lifted his head and let Mary Ellen's legs dangle over the edge of the mattress. He struggled to his feet.
The young girl gazed at his stocky form, fascinated and still a little frightened as he pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang into view. It stuck up, big and hard, just like the cock of the service station attendant whom Mary Ellen had glimpsed standing behind the rest room.
She noticed the sac that hung down at the base of Sam's shaft, and it looked as if it had a couple of eggs in it! He had lots of hair around that, and on his chest and legs, as well.
"Sit up now," he said huskily, and reached to help her.
Mary Ellen's brain was spinning lazily. She felt tingly all over and very tense.
"You see this?" Sam asked unnecessarily as he gripped his erection and swayed it to and fro.
"Golly, yes!" the young girl exclaimed. Her eyes were bugging.
"Why don't you just bend forward and ... give me a nice kiss, right on the end of it? Will you do that for me, like a good girl?"
Mary Ellen didn't like the idea, because it seemed nasty. But Sam had kissed her between the legs and it had felt very good. She wondered if it would feel just as good to kiss him down there.
She decided to find out.
She would give his nasty cock just a quick kiss, she decided, and if it wasn't good, she would stop right away.
She bent forward, pursed her girlish lips, and kissed the tip of Sam's rigid penis. She didn't feel much of anything ... or taste anything, either. She detected a little, smell, but it wasn't very bad.
Wanting to extend the test a bit further, Mary Ellen parted her lips and touched the tip of Sam's cock with her trembly tongue. He trembled also at the contact. Now she tasted him, and it was strange, like nothing she had tasted before . .. but, again, not too bad.
Still, she had kissed Sam enough, she decided, and she tried to raise her head. He grasped her with both hands, wrenching her blonde head and pushed it further down, forcing her lips to widen.
The young girl was shocked to feel his big cockhead push between her lips and lodge itself in her mouth! Now she was tasting it strongly and smelling him more strongly, also. Her lips were held way apart, stretched around his thick, hard shaft, and the knob at the end of his penis was like a plug that filled her mouth.
"Suck it!" she heard Sam demand.
No! she thought. I don't want to do this any more!
But there wasn't any way that she could stop, and she couldn't make Sam stop, either. In fact, he was pushing his nasty old prick even deeper into her mouth, threatening to make her gag, and her saliva was gushing. She had to gulp the cock-flavored syrup down.
This convulsive action of her mouth and throat stimulated the man all the more, and he began stroking his rigid cock between her lips. She seemed to have to suck at it. There was just nothing else that she could do.
Her first suck gave her more flavor, which she liked in an odd way ... and the sucking itself was kind of fun. Miss Parsons was right once again!
Mary Ellen sucked harder and began moving her head counter to the man's short strokes. Her snugly clasping lips glided up and down on his thick, throbbing rod, which her spit had made slippery.
Deeper and deeper into her mouth she took his cock with every plunge, and she didn't feel like gagging any longer. Her nerves were singing as she sucked him, and her brain was spinning crazily.
The sight of the little girl's head bobbing, and her sweet face sucking at his prick, so excited Sam that he suddenly pulled the lollipip from her mouth and grasped her legs, tipping her onto her back again.
He spread her legs as far apart as they would go and panted lustfully as he stared at her delightful, 13-year-old cunt. Surrounded by a very fine down of tiny blonde hairs, her slit gleamed with the saliva he had deposited in it, mixed with her own natural secretion, and the dainty labia were parted just a trifle.
Sam pushed his rump back and squatted a little as he pulled the girl to him, holding her by the legs. That brought his prick into perfect alignment with her pussy. He didn't have to guide his shaft by hand, but just eased it forward until its tip nuzzled between the outer labia of her childish snatch.
"OOOH!" Mary Ellen exclaimed, and she thought:
Here it comes! This is it! Miss Parsons said I would like it, and she's been right about everything so far! But it still seems wrong to me. And Sam's cock is so huge! I don't know how I'll be able to take it!
As the man pushed, she began to feel how huge his prick really was. His bulbous glans spread the petals of her pussy, then poked at her vaginal mouth.
The hurt began. It grew as Sam forced his blunt-nosed bulk against her maidenhead. Mary Ellen cried out. Searing pain flashed through her body as her hymen burst.
Then she felt the most amazing sensation as the man's big, hard prick burrowed into her, stretching the channel of her cunt in both width and depth. She felt stuffed by it!
The pressure and shocking sense of fullness increased as Sam twisted his cock deeper and deeper into her virginal cunt. She cried and writhed against the bed. She felt as if she were being killed!
Miss Parsons was really wrong about this! she thought. It's A WFUL!
But then, as Sam began to stroke his cock slowly in and out of her pussy, she began to feel pleasure, which overcame the soreness around her cuntal mouth. Down inside, the pressure wasn't so bad any more, either. Her body seemed to be adjusting to it.
As she felt Sam's cock pushing ever deeper into her, she realized in amazement:
I'm being FUCKED!
She had heard other kids ... mostly boys-talk about fucking, but she hadn't known what it meant until today. Now it was happening to her!
It's so wicked and nasty! she thought. Mama will be awfully mad at me for letting it happen!
But I have to admit it doesn't feel so bad now. It's even kind of good! Maybe Miss Parsons was right about this, too.
The thoughts came to her in a swirl, leaving her mind as quickly as they had arrived. Now she was aware of nothing but the strange, new feeling of having a cock inside her, stretching her pussy as it thrust in and out ... rubbing the hot little bump at the top of her slit.
Oh, yes! That DOES feel good!
Uttering a small moan, the 13-year-old began to thrust her pussy against the man's inrushing prick, warmly enfolding his thick; throbbing hardness. He grunted and more vigorously fucked her.
Looking down at her sweet face, contorted for the first time in passion, and feeling the fierce grip of her virginal cunt, Sam was so fired with lust that he couldn't hold back a bit. He began to ram his hard cock ferociously into her childish body, rocking her from hips to head. He twisted her legs as he continued to hold them up, and it felt to Mary Ellen as if she were being split in two by the fast, deep thrusts of his horny cock.
She cried and gasped. But she thrilled, also. And when Sam sped to a spurting, twisting climax inside her adolescent cunt, her own tension burst in a blissful surge of warmth which enveloped her.
Jerking and moaning, her girlish pussy rip-
pled on the man's rod as she took his spurts of passion. When it was all over, she didn't know whether it had been good or bad ... but she had enjoyed it, despite the pain.
She didn't hate Miss Parsons for telling her to give in, but she remained confused and troubled. And she felt physically sore when the man left her plundered body draped across the bed, her legs dangling over its edge.
He hadn't said another word about taking her and the others back to the United States.