The Best Of Guenter Klow His Most Famous Cases Vol. 2

For some reason younger women and even teenagers have always been attracted to older dales. The classic Freudian explanation is that the oedipus complex a daughter's unconscious desire to have sex with her father is clearly evidenced in a young woman's attraction to older men. When I asked the reaction of one eighteen-year-old girl to the above explanation, she replied, "Bullshit! I never wanted to fuck or suck my father's cock. I like men thirty and up because older men know what to do with their tongues and pricks better than young dudes. And they can hold off coming until I'm ready to blast off first or with them."

Sheer logic dictates that there is at least some measure of truth in what the above girl claims. The older man is more apt to have more experience, skills and consideration than a younger one.

But if the Oedipus complex is what draws some younger women to older men, while for others it is the older man's greater experience, what is behind the older man's attraction to young women and even girls? Does the older man unconsciously act out wishes to sleep with his daughter by going to bed with younger women, or is he unconsciously motivated to make himself feel younger by having sexual relations with younger women? One interviewed man in his forties, with a long history of seducing teenage girls, describes his penchant for young girls this way:

"No older woman can equal the squeaky tight cunt of a teenager. There's something fresh and melon-like about a young chick's pussy. Her juices are kind of fruity, while an older woman's cunt-juice is sort of rancid to taste. It's exciting, too, teaching a young girl new tricks. For example, I remember Darlene she was seventeen and the night I fucked her in the ass for the first time. She had never had it that way. In gratitude she said I could piss in her mouth if I wanted to, she was that turned on to the new experience. Older women have been fucked and sucked so many ways that nothing you do seems to faze them, they're that jaded. Give me young pussy any time! They really appreciate an imaginative lover."

Whatever be the motivations in the older man and young girl syndrome, the fact remains that the phenomenon is universal.

The case histories that follow are taped interviews of older men and young women who, for the sake of sexual education, have volunteered to have their sexual experiences published. To preserve their anonymity, names have been altered.

CASE HISTORY ONE

Dennis R. has the rugged and slightly battered good looks of a retired fighter. He's forty-two but looks a lot younger, mainly because he keeps himself in top shape with weights and swimming. Coaching a high school team in a suburb of Miami also helps him stay trim and vital.

He's married to a beautiful woman ten years his junior and has three healthy children. On the surface he has everything going for him including the glory of having been a professional football player in his late twenties.

With all that going for him, one wonders why he allowed himself to risk his reputation and family life by getting involved with a much younger girl. In order to understand his motivations we'll let

Dennis relate his own story:

There was this pert little blonde cheer leader named Betty at the school where I coached. I first started getting turned on to her when I heard some of the kids talking about her in the locker room. One guy claimed that she not only sucked him off but that her bag was to shove her tongue up a guy's ass while she worked a vibrator in and out of her cunt. The other guys said he was full of shit because they, individually, had tried to score with her and couldn't. One thing they all agreed about she was a cock-teaser and the sexiest piece of ass in high school. When I first got a glimpse of Betty's sweet ass swinging across campus in a mini skirt, I had to agree with the boys. She was one of the juiciest looking cunts I'd ever seen, even though she was reportedly only sixteen. That night, that is the first day I saw Betty, I screwed my wife pretending it was Betty, with my tongue all over her delectable young body.

Pretty soon it seemed that everywhere I turned I was bumping into Betty. If she wasn't showing up at practice to watch the boys work out she was cheerleading at the games. I used to have one hell of a time concentrating on the games when I saw her tits bouncing in a sweater as she went through her cheerleader antics. The fact of the matter is I soon became obsessed with her. She was the object of all my jerk off fantasies and more than once the one I was thinking of when I screwed my wife. Then one day she showed up on the field to watch the boys practice and I decided to take the plunge, and let fall what must fall, even though I knew my job and marriage were at stake if word should ever get out that I was hot for a teenage snatch.

"Hi Dennis," she smiled, as I approached her, staring at her nipples sticking so prominently through her tight blue sweater.

"What's with you, Bett?"

"Just hanging in, coach. Do you think we'll win Friday" she asked, well aware that my eyes were devouring every curvaceous line of her body.

"We'll win if you do a good job of cheerleading," I grinned. "You make the boys think that you're the prize if we win and I know the opposing team hasn't got a chance."

She turned to me full face, her long blonde hair cascading about her shoulders, ran the tip of her pink tongue over her wet lips and said, in a throaty tone I never heard her use before, "Maybe if I warmed up the coach first he'd really get them going." It was an invitation, not a joke, and I got an instant hard on. She saw it and smiled. I decided it was now or never.

"Suppose I told you, Betty, that I know of a nice, clean and safe motel on the outskirts of town that played dirty movies?"

Betty moved close enough to me for me to smell her perfume or was it the young musk scent of her pussy getting hot?

"Suppose I told you, coach, that I fucked myself with a cucumber only last night pretending you and I were in a motel together and you came all over my face."

I stared at her in utter disbelief. "You're kidding?"

"Nope. I've had a wet cunt for you ever since I saw you working out with the boys with no shirt on. I dig older men. They remind me of my father, I guess. Who cares? I only know that the thought of you making love to me makes me wet in seconds."

It took every ounce of strength I had to keep from going down on her right there and then. "You mean you're not a virgin?"

Betty laughed. "Silly old thing. I bet we haven't got a virgin in the entire school. I lost my cherry at thirteen. My brother, Mike, and his buddy, Jim, raped me in the pool one day when my mom and dad were away for the weekend. Wow! What an introduction to sex! After fucking me in three feet of water they tied me up and fucked me on a foam mattress up the ass in my mouth and, of course, in my cunt."

I stared at this teenage swinger aghast. Fifteen and she had already had it all. Incredible! I grabbed her by the hand and started to lead her to my car, headed ultimately for the motel. "Let's go."

At the motel I registered for the room by myself, hiding her in the car until I thought it was safe to bring her into the room. I was scared as hell. I knew what it would mean if I got caught.

Inside the room I went at her like a starved man attacking a steak. My cock was pushing against my shorts as I sunk my tongue into her mushy peach-like mouth, my hands cupping the cheeks of her firm but pillowy ass.

She started pushing her cunt up against my throbbing prick so hard that I nearly came in my shorts, but I got hold of myself. I wanted to spill my semen inside her mouth, ass or snatch, not inside my shorts.

While we swapped tongues and I squeezed her ass, Betty took the nipples of my pectorals and rubbed them between her fingers the way a man rubs a woman's nipples, and once again I had to exercise will power to keep from shooting off. Meanwhile she trembled and kept grinding it into me.

Even though Betty had certain girlish tendencies about her, her body was that of a voluptuous woman. Her tits had to be about thirty-six, and her hips were full and firm, perfect for cradling my six foot frame.

We were now swallowing each other's spit. I started to unzip her sweater, eager to feast my eyes on those gorgeous tits of hers. I could tell by the way her nipples strained through the nylon that she wasn't wearing a bra. Were her tits round with brown circular nipples, or pear shaped, with pink, pointy nipples?

"Pull it off quick," Betty moaned, as I began to slide the sweater off her torso. "I want you to chomp on my tits till I scream! I love having them eaten hard! Hurry!"

With one swift, urgent tug I yank the sweater off and there they stood two of the most luscious knockers I've ever seen. They curved like ski slopes. And her nipples were two pink strawberries. I started sucking on one of her breasts like a vacuum cleaner. Her body arched into mine with sheer delight, the nipple growing harder in my mouth. "Bite it a little," Betty begged. I did. She moaned. My cock pounded. Her cunt grew moist through her tight skirt. I switched to her other tit.

"Do it, daddy!" Betty screamed, as I lashed her nipple with my tongue. Now, more than anything, I wanted to see her hot cunt, to touch it, finger it, and eventually to bury my flushed face in it, letting the juices drip all over me. So I started to unzip Betty's skirt, my hands shaking with anticipation. Once in a while the thought would flash through my mind that what I was doing was, by the standards of square society, wrong and illegal. But I was so possessed with the desire to have her, I was willing to risk everything; job, family, reputation, yes, even my freedom.

As I finished unzipping her skirt, I slipped it down her delicious legs, pausing to feel and caress her full-blown thighs. God, they, her thighs, were gorgeous! Golden tan from the sun and delicately, subtly fringed with blonde hair. I couldn't resist licking them as I continued to remove her skirt.

"What a pair of luscious legs," I exclaimed. "You're so beautiful, honey," I told her.

"I wish you'd stop talking," Betty said, her voice husky with excitement, "and get my clothes off-yours too so we can get it on! I'm dying to be fucked and sucked!"

It was still difficult for me to accept the fact that a girl so young could be so brazenly outspoken in her desires.

"I want you to really make me feel like a woman. I know you can do it, Dennis!"

"You are a woman," I assured her. "My wife", who is fifteen years older than you, hasn't got your tits or ass. And I can tell by your readiness and enthusiasm that you're going to be the wildest piece of ass I've ever had. Let me finish undressing you before my cock bursts inside my pants!"

"Yeah, get them off!" she purred. "I really want it. I'm hot! My cunt's oozing with cream. I'm just dying to wrap my legs around your hard body. I've seen it half naked on the field, and.I think you're gorgeous. I can't wait until you get that big cock of yours out of your pants so I can lick it and then shove it up my snatch. We're really going to do a number, baby!"

At last her body was totally naked. I gasped at the sight of her bush, which, instead of being blonde, as I thought it would be, was black. The contrast of her black V-shaped bush against her tawny flesh and long streaming blonde hair was stunning. It was now my turn to undress. I had my jeans, shirt, shoes and socks off in seconds flat, my prick leaping into sight like a jack in the box. When Betty saw my prong, she gasped with lust and grasped her tits, squeezing them hard. She threw herself on the bed and opened her legs wide. "Get over here, big daddy! I need it! Want it! Got to have it!"

But I was more interested in prolonging the fuck rather than just jumping on her. So I slowly walked to the side of the bed and gazed down at her young firm body for several seconds, massaging my cock all the while. I wanted to tease her. Evidently I was succeeding because, as she looked up at me with hot, hungry eyes, she stuck out her tongue and kept wiggling it while she worked a finger over her clitoris. "Don't torture me anymore, doll! Do something!"

I reached down with my trembling left hand, allowing my fingers to slide smoothly against her snatch hairs.

"Oh, baby," she cooed. "That feels so groovy! Do it some more."

Warm pussy juice began to flow out of her box.

"How I love to have my pussy played with! Put your fingers inside and slowly work them around."

Eager to comply, I did just that, and now her cunt juices really began to flow. I pulled my fingers out long enough to suck the juice off of them and then reinserted them into her box. She was writhing and moaning on the bed like a woman possessed.

Her cunt hairs glistened with fluid. My mouth watered. I had to taste her cunt.

I reached down and grabbed her legs and pulled her to the side of the bed, dropping to my knees.

"What are you going to do with me, lover?" she moaned, pretending she didn't know.

"I'm going to eat you, Betty. Eat you like I've never eaten a woman before!"

I now opened her legs wide and slowly sucked her toes, one by one. Next I slid my tongue up her legs, pausing and hesitating the closer I got to her pussy, knowing that would increase her excitement and prepare her box all the more for my quivering tongue. The moment of truth had arrived. My face was only a few inches away from her pussy. Before I realized what was happening, Betty reached down and clasped her hands behind my head and thrust her pussy into my face. "Eat it, you cunt-lapper! Tongue me and suck me and lick me like you've never done it before! I want your face wet with my cunt!"

I willingly complied, dipping my tongue as deep as I could into her snatch. Her hot butt twisted and wiggled as I ate her, wishing I had a banana to shove into her cunt so I could eat it out.

"Oh, my God, baby!" she screamed. "I like that so much!"

I knew that if I kept this up she'd come and I didn't want her to yet. I wanted to prolong the symphony of sex I was having with her as long as I could. So I uncorked my face from between her legs she gasping with some disappointment until she realized that I was going to transfer my loving to other parts of her body.

I began to lick my way up to her breasts, spending some time licking her slightly-convex belly, running my tongue along the sides of her body, all the while keeping a couple of busy fingers inside her pussy. God, how the juice poured out of her box.

My tongue at last made contact with one of her breasts, the right one, I think. I drew the nipple into my mouth and gently bit it. Betty's lower torso rose six inches off the bed with delight.

"Bite my nipple a little harder," she commanded, and I eagerly obeyed, grabbing her other tit with my hand and squeezing it.

"Oh, year, you're really doing it to me now, lover," she exclaimed. "Don't stop! Bite and suck and rub and play until I tell you to quit! I love it! That's it tongue my hot breast!"

I now moved around until we were both in bed, avoiding losing a second in working her tit. My mouth remained glued to her breast like a vampire sucking hot blood. I now slipped both hands around her butt, continuing to switch my mouth from her left to her right breast and then back to her left, and so forth. Her buttocks were round and hard, alive with sensation. My middle finger got close to her ass-hole and I decided to take the risk of having her reprimand me, so I began to gently, deftly work my finger into her ass, expecting her at any moment to cry out, "Don't!" But to my delight, she yelled, "I love it! Keep playing with your finger inside my ass! I've never had that done to me before. It's like being fucked up the ass with a long thin prick! Put your other hand inside my cunt while you finger-fuck my ass!"

With the fingers of one hand inside her pussy, the middle finger of my other hand going in and out up her ass, and my mouth sucking away on her breast, I was busy indeed. While I handled her this way I kept pressing my cock into the mattress, my excitement growing in leaps and bounds. In fact I was getting so turned on that I was afraid that if I kept this up I'd shoot my load, without even getting inside her. I certainly couldn't let that happen. So I released her nipple from my mouth and withdrew my fingers from her cunt and ass, sitting back on my legs. My cock stood pointed at her like a small cannon. I wrapped my right hand around my shaft and teasingly brandished it at Betty. "Do you like my prick, Betty? Would you like to have it pounding in and out of your pussy?"

Betty was sitting up, staring at my cock, her eyes bulging while she ran her pink fig of a tongue over her wet lips.

"Would I? I'll kill you if you don't shove that big thing into me! Drive it into me, honey! I want it now all the way up into my belly. Do it now, you bastard, and stop teasing me!"

I pushed her legs apart wide again and slipped my left hand into her pussy while I slowly jerked off. "Your pussy's nice and wet and ready for me, darling. It's going to slide into you nice and easy."

"What are you waiting for, fucker? Give me a good fuck. Drive your prick into my hot cunt before I tear it off. Come on you cunt-lapper! Fuck my head off!"

I brought my throbbing prick close to the lips of her cunt and rested the head of my dick against them. "Get ready, baby. You're about to get the screwing of your life. Not the fucking of a teenage boy without experience and endurance, but the fucking of a mature man who, next to football and TV, has spent the major portion of his life perfecting the art of fucking."

"Less talking and more action," she chided me, using her fingers to part the petals of her pussy in readiness to being penetrated.

For a moment I gazed at the pink flowery texture of her open pussy, now inching my dick into her. As I went in, it felt like sticking my cock inside a jar of honey, but tight and with suction power. I now went in to the hilt. She arched her body up at me from the impact of that full thrust.

"My God," she moaned. "You're so big! I can feel every loving inch of it all the way up to my belly! I knew you'd be terrific! Fuck the shit out of me, darling! Do it!"

I manipulated my long firm prick in and out of her. She reached up and bit my neck from sheer excitement. It hurt but yet felt good. It's difficult to explain. I kept ramming my prick into her, feeling it fill with hot come.

"Tighten your pussy muscles," I urged. "I want to feel your cunt grip my prick. I can't get enough of you!"

"I'll do anything you want, Dennis. Just keep that big dick pumping away in me!"

She ground her hips around and around, tightening her cunt muscles to such a degree that at one moment I thought an octopus was swallowing my cock. What suction power her cunt had! Incredible! I kept probing her cunt steadily with my hot dick. I gave her a good steady ride, driving my dick deeper and deeper into the mouth of her pussy, pushing and pumping as I moved myself closer and closer to a climax.

While my cock kept pounding away in her, she reached under my cock and grabbed my balls, gently massaging them with her fingers. Taking my example to heart, she now burrowed one of her fingers into my ass. That drove me wild.

"Wiggle your finger," I urged. "I love to have a finger in my ass while I'm fucking. Christ, are you good! I've been fucked by whores, my wife and I don't how many women over the years! But you are, without a doubt, Betty, the best fuck I've ever had! That's it work your finger up my ass as far as you can!"

While my hips kept thrusting back and forth, I drove my pulsating shaft ever deeper inside her gorgeous mound. With flawless skill, I kept pushing and pumping deeper and deeper, all the while aware that I could shoot off at any moment, and that I had to watch not coming prematurely.

"Oh, I've got to juice," she cried, digging her nails into my back. "I don't know how much more of this I can take, baby, without coming! Your cock feels so good! Oh, what a great stud you are, you horny old cocksucker! No wonder so many chicks dig older dudes! You older pricks really know how to screw! I wonder if my dad fucks my mom as good as you fuck!"

(Editor's note: Her reference to her father at this critical phase in her first sexual encounter with Dennis seems to strongly re-enforce the author's contention that unresolved incestuous leanings are active in a young girl's attraction to older men.)

"Keep on plugging me with your hot dick," Betty exhorted, now sucking on one of my nipples while I pumped away in her. The sensations that her biting and sucking on my nipples generated seemed to go right down to my balls, and once again I felt the gathering force of hot come in my balls.

Suddenly she heaved a loud moan, her whole body arching up, her hands clasping the cheeks of my ass. Spasms shot through her and I realized she had come. Her coming fired my own passions even stronger and I began to pump away like a maniac inside her, whispering such things in her ear as, "You young whore, fuck me! You dirty cunt, I love you! Fuck me! I want to shoot my come all over your cunt! I want to watch it drip out and then I'll suck my own come right out of your pussy! Don't stop fucking me until I blast off, bitch!"

I was on the verge of coming now, and observing that she was still juicing intensified my approaching orgasm.

"I'm gonna unload," I growled into her ear. "Oh, yeah, lover! I'm going to spill my juice all over your pussy! Get ready, doll-baby! Get ready for a load up your bitch's cunt that you'll never forget!"

I was really nailing her now, my arms holding down her arms, and my tongue slobbering all over her face as my cock continued to ram and ram up up up into her twat.

As the tidal tides of my come began to enter the seminal tube of my prick, the muscles of my body became hard as steel.

"Oh, I'm starting to blow off, darling! Keep grinding, you cunt! Keep fucking till I shoot every hot drop of come into your pussy!"

"Come on, baby!" she gave back, screwing her hot tongue in one of my ears, while with her finger she screwed my ass and cupped my blazing balls. "Let it go, big daddy! I'll take it all! Give it to me!

I'm dying to feel hot come splash inside my pussy! I'm aching for it! Dying for it!"

She was starting to go off again herself, crazy with heat. "I love cock! Fuck me, you cunt-lapper! Come in me and then piss in me if you want!"

Back and forth our tongues wiggled and darted, stabbing against each other as I kept up my furious cock attack, driving it deeper inside her.

And now it started. The come. My cock swelled as the hot juice began its torrential journey up my cock towards its pulsating head. My loins were on fire. My guts seemed to be mixing with this tidal wave of a come I was having. The top of my head was exploding with light. I moaned, whimpered, growled, as Betty's and my body locked in a convulsive celebration of animal joy. She went off, and when I started to go off it felt like buckets of juice were leaving my body and filling hers. I rocked and shook atop of her like a fish shaking on the end of a spear, as my own come dripped out of her pussy and splashed on my hairy balls. We both underwent one more huge wave of ecstasy and then collapsed in each others' arms.

"I really dug that," she whispered, her voice full of gratitude and spent passion. "What a screwer you are, my daddy-lover. Never have I felt so grown up before. I could fuck you forever and ever!"

As I removed my prick from the wet sheath, I realized that we made a perfect duo, and that I wanted no one but her. How could I go back to my wife and her second-hand cunt after having experienced the young vitality and tight snugness of a young pussy like Betty's?

I was so overwhelmed with gratitude for the flaming peaks of pleasure Betty had carried me to that I wanted to do something extraordinary for her to show her my appreciation. So I scrambled down her body until my face was between her legs again and I proceeded to eat my own come out of her box, while she heaved and spasmed again with a series of orgasms. Five minutes later she once again gasped limp with satisfaction.

"You are my own Dr. Feelgood, Dennis. But enough of that. Let's do' something else," she smiled. "And I have just the thing in mind. Something that will drive you absolutely crazy, love."

Until that moment I had been the one in charge of our fucking. I had really done most of the instigating; a role that classically goes to the male. But, judging from the lust in her eyes and sensuous curl of her lips, Betty was now interested in reversing roles. In other words, Betty obviously wanted to take the lead and initiate some games of her own. I was so totally under her spell that I would have let her do anything to me, even screw me up the ass with a dildo if that would give her pleasure.

"Do whatever you want, honey," I told Betty and meant it.

"I'm going to send you to the moon, lover," she cooed, sitting up and forcing me to lie down.

Before I knew what she was about she took my limp prick into her mouth and softly sucked the drops of come left on the head of my prick into her mouth. After the load I had shot into her pussy I didn't think it was possible to get hard again so soon, but I was wrong. Sucking my cock as if it were a straw carrying a milk shake into her mouth, little by little my prick began to enlarge and I was hot all over again. She took it out of her mouth long enough to look up at me and smile.

"You didn't think I could get you hard, did you? Well, I did. Now just lie back and let me do what I want to you."

Needless to say, I was more than willing to comply with her order.

She sucked a while longer on my prick and then started gliding her tongue up and down the side of my shaft, closing with a sudden swoop to my balls, which she proceeded unceremoniously to take into her mouth, covering them with hot spit and tremulous tricks with her tongue. I ooooohed and sighed with pleasure.

"Keep doing that, Betty, my love!"

Adding to the pleasure of having my balls in her hot and wet mouth, she put a tight fist around my cock and slowly, rhythmically stroked it. It was paradise. I felt come stirring in my balls again and warned her to slow down if she didn't want me to shoot off right away.

"Take it easy, baby, or I'll shoot all over your face and hair."

Obligingly, she not only slowed down but released my burning balls. I thought she'd start tonguing and blowing me again. She had even more exotic pleasures in store for me.

Still clutching my prick as if it were a stick-shift, Betty began to work her tongue below my balls. Instinctively I raised my ass. No sooner was my butt hoisted in the air than Betty flicked her nimble tongue into my ass-hole. I trembled with pleasure.

"Oh, Betty not even my wife has done that for me."

She lifted her face long enough to reply, "After the screwing you gave me I'd let you piss all over my tits if it gave you pleasure. Now lie back. I want to eat your ass some more." Which she promptly resumed doing.

She was literally an artist at sucking and tonguing ass-holes, at least mine. First she'd spread the cheeks of my ass as wide as she could and then blow in it for a minute or two. Just when I thought I couldn't stand the pleasure this gave me another second, she introduced me to new sensations by darting her tongue in and out of my ass. Apparently realizing that if she kept this ritual up much longer I would indeed come, she stopped and her gorgeous wicked-young-girl-face loomed over the head of my prick again. What was she up to now?

"I'm going to blow you now like you've never known before. I want to feel your come squirt all over the back of my throat. You might be interested to know that I give the best head in school."

I'll confess this confession made me a trifle jealous.

"I hope you don't give too much of it around."

"No. I only suck off an occasional football player. And only those who make a good scoring for you in a game. You know," she giggled, "sort of my way of giving the boys something to look forward to if they win for you."

I like humor in a girl and I tweaked the nipple of one of her tits to show her I saw she was deliberately trying to make me jealous.

"I don't care if you suck off the whole team so long as you're not too tired to take a mouthful of come."

"Which is precisely what I intend to do now, you sexy bastard."

With that promise, she gulped my hot cock into her mouth and began to suck on it like a baby at its bottle.

"Suck my rod, you cunt!" I bellowed, "I really want to come in your mouth and see it dribble all over your lips!" As she proceeded to suck and tongue with a passion and dexterity that I'm sure no professional hooker could equal, I found myself sinking into a chant of orgiastic appreciation.

"Keep it up, bitch! Keep going down on me. Sweetheart, darling, eat my dick! Suck me off! Gobble my cock! Love my prick till it explodes in your mouth! Swallow every drop! My balls are loaded with semen! Hot come, baby! Cream! A load that was meant for you and you alone! Eat! Suck! Blow! Draw!"

As the tempo and fervor of her cocksucking increased, and as her tongue frantically lashed at the head of my prick, I took her head with both hands and helped her bob up and down, occasionally brushing aside a strand of hair that caught in her mouth or fell over her eyes. She was a veritable lioness in the way she yanked and sucked at my cock. Suddenly she switched her activity from the tip of my prick to the base of it. In other words, she drove my cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat, wrapping her tongue under and around the base of my prick. I thought I was choking her and started to withdraw but she wouldn't let me, holding it in her mouth and I'm a good six inches like a mongoose with its teeth into the neck of a cobra. While she held all of my prick inside her mouth she fondled my balls and ass-hole with her fingers.

After holding my prick in her throat for a full two minutes, she apparently couldn't take any more without breathing so she let it plop out of her mouth long enough to breath, and then dove back on it, this time using more of her tongue and mouth than her throat.

"At, that's it, sweetheart," I exclaimed when she ran the tip of her tongue over the little red tip of my prick. Tickle it and then eat me off! I'm dying to juice in your mouth! Yes, darling! I'll be pouring my essence into you soon, baby! Soon you'll know what it is to swallow the hot come of a real man instead of that low-grade cream of teenagers!"

Talking dirty to her seemed to spur her on to a more vigorous attack on my cock. While she gobbled away, I grabbed her tits with both hands and kneaded them, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her whole body twisted and folded and unfolded with the pleasure my tit-play was giving her. Meanwhile she kept bobbing her head up and down on my prick, the spit of her mouth dribbling all over my balls and belly but I didn't care in fact the spit made me hotter.

"Eat it all out of me," I sighed. "This is fantastic, you beautiful cunt! I'm getting ready to spray you, love! Go at it, baby! I want you to swallow every hot drop of my gizm. You're going to eat every bit of it out of me, aren't you, bitch? Yes, I know you are. Oh, lover, just a few more licks and strokes and I'll be there! Don't stop eating me now! Eat until you get some banana cream in your face! Suck, you cocksucker! SUCK!"

Suddenly the dam broke and the come began to flood out of my prick into her eager mouth. I heaved and squirmed while a river of gizm raged into her mouth, spilling out over the lips and dribbling down her chin onto her breasts.

"Eat every drop of it," I commanded, "eat! Suck!" She drained me. Hot cream spilled along my prick, which was still plugged into her mouth.

After she sucked every drop out of me,, she licked the come that had fallen on my belly. It was exciting to watch, even though for the time being I was thoroughly satisfied. After all I had gotten my rocks off twice, and was in a great frame of mind. But too my profound disbelief, I could see by the still present lust on her face that Betty wanted more. What a girl! What an insatiable cunt! Would I be able to meet her expectations? Was a middle-aged man able to keep up with the passion of a teenage girl? I had thought I could but after dropping my last load into her I began to have second thoughts. Whatever the outcome, I would certainly try to stay abreast of her passions.

Betty stared at me and pointed to her drippy cunt.

"I want you to eat me now. I've been told I've got a tasty pussy. What do you think, Dennis?"

"You do, sweetheart. One of the most delicious little boxes I've had the good fortune to eat."

"Then why don't you slip your big bear's tongue into my snatch, my darling? What are you waiting for?"

"Love to, Betty."

I sat up and was about to go down on her when I saw some more of my own come dripping out of her box.

"If I eat any more of my own come you'll think I'm queer. Let me get a wash cloth and clean you up before eating you."

She positively leered.

"Uuummmm. The thought of you washing my cunt turns me on. Hurry up and get a washrag."

I went into the bathroom and returned with a warm washrag and proceeded to rinse her cunt. She kept squirming and moaning every time I worked the rag inside her pussy. By the way the muscles in her buttocks and thighs were tensing I realized that if I kept this up she'd be off. And by now the thought of eating her out again was turning me on again. I gave her on more swabbing and threw the rag on the floor.

"You know, Betty, this fuck has been one of the great experiences of my life."

"Mine, too, darling. But it's not over yet, is it, sweetheart? You are going to suck me off too, aren't you?"

"Like you've never been sucked off before, my little hot cunt."

I slipped my tongue down around her thighs and slowly inched it between the lips of her pussy until I found her clitoris. It was erect, like a tiny cock. It got harder and she started to grind her pelvis into my face, moaning and running her fingers through my hair. "I'm so hot I think I can come in seconds if you keep doing that," she said.

But now that my cock was hard again I didn't want her to come yet. I decided I would delay her getting off again by sucking her ass-hole for awhile. So I reached and began playing with the cheeks of her ass first, pinching and caressing them. After sensitizing her ass, I looked up at her and started to turn her over, explaining, "I want to tongue your ass-hole for awhile. I'm sure you'd enjoy a bit of ass sucking before I really do a number on your pussy, wouldn't you, my love?"

"That would be fantastic, lover! No boy has ever been willing to eat my ass, although I've begged and begged a lot of guys to! Oh, you're so wonderful, Dennis!"

"Okay, Betty, brace yourself for a little reaming. Get on your belly, pull up your knees and stick out your fat ass so I can bury my face between your cheeks."

She did exactly that, adding a touch of her own using both her hands to spread the cheeks of her ass wide.

"Hurry up, baby! Put your tongue up my ass.

Slide it in, sweetheart, and I'll know that you really dig me."

I placed my hands firmly on her thighs and began to do as I was told. At first lightly, and then with a savagery I didn't know I possessed, I began to explore her ass-hole with the tip of my tongue. Back and forth I darted, thrusting and driving my tongue between her cheeks as far as I could plunge it. As my tongue burrowed into the tiny puckered mouth, Betty twisted her buttocks furiously. At times my whole face was covered by her pillowy ass, and I loved it. She was responding with a passion that, in turn, augmented my own.

"Oh, I never dreamed having your ass-hole eaten could feel so good! Don't stop, baby! Slide your tongue up there as far as you can! Thinking that maybe I could talk you into giving me an ass job, I cleaned my ass in the lady's room coming over here! So eat it, cunt-lapper, eat it!"

While I made love to her ass, I slipped the fingers of my right hand and played with her sopping pussy. She got going up and down on my fingers as if she had a cock in her snatch.

"Oh, you've really got your fingers far up my hole, baby! Keep playing with my pussy and keep licking and sucking my hot ass! It loves your mouth, your tongue your whole face! I've never had my ass fucked with anybody's face before! I love it!"

I continued to eat out her ass until she suddenly pulled away and turned on her back, spreading her legs and lifting her pussy towards me.

"All right, now eat my cunt! That ass job just made my pussy hotter. I've got to see you going down on me again. Come on, darling. Drive your tongue inside my pussy. Really go to work on it, baby. Oh, I want your face between my legs so bad! Do it to me, baby! Please stick your hot tongue into my mound now! Suck me, you handsome cunt-lapper."

As my mouth encircled her pussy, I worked my finger into her ass-hole. So, with my finger up her' hot anus and my mouth sucking her snatch, my tongue kept stabbing in and out of her overflowing with hot cream cunt.

"Oh, do it to me, daddy! Eat my cunt! I love it so much! When I play with myself I'll always remember your tongue inside my box your face gleaming with my pussy juice! Eat, prick! Eat!"

The quicker that my tongue twisted and turned resourcefully inside her steamy, aroused mound, the faster I also manipulated my finger as I drove it high into her ass-hole. I kept up this massage and sucked with every ounce of skill and ardor I could summon, doing my best to push her as close to climax as I could.

"Oh, my juices are going to pour," she exclaimed. "Go ahead, darling. Eat out my snatch. Go after it. Go after the cunt juice. Swallow it. What a feeling you're giving me! I adore your tongue! I wish it could stay stabbing and rotating inside my snatch forever! It's the longest, hottest and wildest tongue I've ever had in my pussy! Without a doubt, you're the greatest cunt eater in the world! You make me so hot I wouldn't mind watching you eat another girl's cunt while I tongued your ass! Oh, darling, I'm beginning to juice! Yes, here I go! Juice all over your mouth, lover! Suck it out, bastard! Lick and suck me dry!"

While her ass cheeks kept wildly twisting, I continued to stick my finger in and out of her ass. Her juices were literally spilling and dripping down my face and the spicy taste of them drove me wild. She started to come. Never have I heard such animal cries of ecstasy in my life, which she mingled with profanity like, "Oh, you cunt-eating cocksucker! I'm fucking your face, you dirty prick! Lap it, fuck-face! That's it! Wiggle your mother-fucking tongue. Here I go now all the way eat ... fuck ... suck ... lick ... aahhhhhhhh!"

She must have come for a solid minute. And when she finished, she looked as exhausted and limp as a fish out of water, gasping for her breath. She could barely speak when she opened her wide rip of a mouth.

"This has been like a dream come true. What a cunt-eater you are, Dennis! You're everything I imagined you to be even more. I'll never want anyone else to suck me off but you. Will you be my pussy-slave forever eating and fucking me whenever I want you to?"

"Of course, my love," I promised, proud that a gorgeous young girl like Betty would want a man old enough to be her father for a lover. I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Even though I wanted to stay longer, I knew that I would be running a terrible risk if I got home late. So at that point we parted company for the afternoon. We got dressed and I drove her back toward home, leaving her off a few blocks from her house.

That was the first time we got together. But we've made it at the same motel and in my car many times since. In fact we've been fucking so steadily that I've neglected screwing my wife. More accurately, after a session with Betty I haven't got anything left to share with my wife. This situation, as you can well imagine, has caused havoc at home and, frankly, I don't know what to do about it. Betty is only sixteen, but she's the hottest number I've ever screwed. On the other hand, I love my wife and she represents security for me. What's more, I'm a realist and I know that at best I've got ten years of good screwing with Betty, before she finds me too old for her.

In short, I'm in a dilemma about Betty and that's why I'm relating all this to you, hoping that in the telling I might get some insight into why a forty-two-year old man like me can get hung-up on a sixteen-year-old girl.

There is no mystery to Dennis' attraction to lovely Betty, for she became for him the embodiment of the totally-sexual, completely uninhibited female many men fantasize. She was able to produce in him higher levels of sexual response than his wife, not an uncommon occurrence when older men find themselves in a sexual relationship with a young girl. She stimulated him in ways his wife could not, and she therefore became the more desirable for it.

Dennis and Betty have continued their clandestine affair undetected, for though his wife suspects another woman, it has never entered her mind that it could possibly be one of his students. As long as the affair continues without discovery, there is no particular harm done, for Betty is obviously a highly-sexed young woman, with responses of a mature adult, not a puerile child.

The best advice that could be given this couple is encompassed by the single word discretion.

CASE HISTORY TWO

It's a fair assumption to say that most men, if given the opportunity, would have sex with a teenager without any moral compunction. As one middle-aged man put it, "If the girl is old enough to play with herself she's old enough to fuck and suck."

The law, of course, would disagree with him. However, from a biological standpoint, there is some validity in his argument. For between the ages of thirteen and fifteen most girls are physically able to give and receive full sexual pleasure. What's more, many of the girls of this age have the ripe breasts, ass and legs of females considerably older. In short they look and are, in truth, ready for full-scale sexuality.

Long before the age of Freud and our present sexual enlightenment, the south, particularly among the poorer southerners, has recognized the sexual precocity of teenagers. By the time a southern belle reaches sixteen, if she's not already deflowered she's often the target of much ridicule. As for older men seducing young girls in the low-income southern culture, that is taken for granted. The following case history reveals how commonplace sexual relations are between older men and young girls down south.

Kevin B. was born in a shanty town outside of Atlanta. Almost from the inception of his puberty he began his active sex life. Let's let Kevin, who is today a middle-aged man, recount his story:

No sooner did I have my first hard on than I found me a nice young juicy snatch to shove it in. Most of the girls I went to school with didn't wear panties, and if they weren't fingering their pussies, or humping the boys in the woods, they were letting the teachers feel them up. Anyway, I had my share of humping the girls all the way through grammar school."

When Kevin resumes, we see the start of his preference for younger girls.

When I quit school to work in the fields and do odd jobs, I still fooled around with the girls in grammar school. And by the time I was of voting age I was fucking thirteen and fourteen year old girls. I recall this one girl, fourteen, really big titted and with an ass that you just wanted to bury your face in. Out of kindness, I even took to screwing her mom. Let me tell you about it.

Sometimes after a date with Molly that's the fourteen year old daughter I'd be on the couch with her, my cock pumping away in her tight little snatch, and I'd glance up and there'd be the old lady maybe thirty-five watching us and squeezing her own nipples. Shit, what do I care if the old lady got off eye-balling us, so long as I got my rocks off?

But one night I went to pick up Molly. No sooner did I get inside the kitchen than Marie that was Molly's mom's name came out wearing a slinky bathrobe and said she wanted to jaw with me in private. What could I do but follow her, looking over at Molly for a clue to what this was all about. Molly just shrugged her shoulders and motioned that I should follow her big-bottomed mom into the bedroom with her.

There was a lamp lit on the nightstand but the room was more shadowy than anything else. No sooner did we get inside than Marie threw off her robe and there she was bare-ass naked, with the biggest boobs and flaming red bush between her legs you ever seen! Before I knew what was happening she threw me on the bed and covered my face with slobbering kisses. Next thing I knew she had me unzipped, unbelted and de-pants'd, yanking away at my dick like she was working a pump. She said she'd been watching me screw her daughter so much she couldn't stand it any longer; she had to get some of my dick for herself. First off, I told her if she didn't stop jerking me off ! 'd shoot all over her face, which only seemed to excite her more. But she stopped beating my meat because she had many more delicious things in mind for us before I dropped my load.

Frankly, Marie was too flabby for me. I wanted to get back to her daughter. But the moment Marie saw that I was hesitating, she told me flat out that I better do what she wanted or I'd never get a crack at Molly's crack again. The thought of never being able to run my tongue inside Molly's pudding again filled me with such trepidation that I told Marie I'd do anything even letting her piss on my face if she wanted which later she did, the old cunt!

Anyway, I'm getting ahead of my story. I rammed my prick up Marie's flabby snatch all the while thinking it was in Molly's tight pussy or between Molly's pink and lickable ass until I splashed hot come all over Marie's box. Thinking I was through and that Marie would now let me get it on with her daughter who was probably peeking through the keyhole and jamming a corn cob or a candle up her cunt I pulled my pecker out and watched my own come drip out over her pubic hair when she said, "Eat it!"

"Eat what?" I asked.

"Your come off my pussy!" she ordered, her eyes hot and her big thighs opening up.

"You got to be kidding!" I replied, not believing my ears. "My own come?"

"You bet your sweet ass you will that is, if you want to ever eat my baby Molly's sweet ass again."

So I did, siphoning my come with my lips like it was the tastiest cream in the world. With my face between her legs, Marie started to come again, digging her nails into my bare back like she wanted to rip me apart. And when she really started to blast off and she draped those crushing legs around me neck and pushed I nearly suffocated.

It was with my face locked between her legs this way when she started to piss. Trapped like I was I had to swallow some of it or I would have drowned.

After she had gotten off one more time, she finally let me come up for air. "Now," Marie said, "you can go slip it in Molly's box if you like." She started to laugh because she knew damn well that I was all fucked out for at least an hour. "Make sure you see me first every time you come over here to see Molly," she added.

In other words, from now on I'd have to fuck Marie before I could slip it to Molly. Knowing I couldn't face another possible drowning or suffocation I gave her the finger and tore out of the house, leaving poor Molly to play with herself or screw the dog, as she sometimes did. As for me I was after fresh and less complicated snatch but definitely no cunt over eighteen. Marie had soured me forever against older women.

Future sessions in psychoanalysis revealed that it was definitely Kevin's youth fixation with Molly's mother that fixated an already coagulating preferance for girls. True to his promise, Kevin was never again to have sex with a female over eighteen, in spite of the fact that he had sex with literally hundreds of teenagers over the years.

At twenty-two, Kevin married a sixteen-year old girl and had two children by her, all the while having affairs with other teenage girls on the sly. His wife died giving birth to their third child. Not wishing to be tied down with two children, as he put it, Kevin left his children with his mother and headed for another part of the country.

Kevin was twenty-five when he took a room in a small city in upstate New York and found a job behind the counter of a hamburger stand located close to a high school the perfect spot for picking up teenagers.

I had a hard on all day watching the girls in their short dresses going and coming from school," Kevin explained. "Once in a while, when I had no customers and none seemed coming, I'd jerk off behind the counter, looking at some little snatch waiting for a bus or sprawled on the lawn across the street with her skirt riding high. I loved the sight, but I wasn't making out as easy as I used to back home. The girls were even sexier looking here than they were back home, but they weren't too willing. If I put it on the line with one of them she'd just laugh, saying something like her parents warned her about older men. But there was one girl, Victoria, who really went for me. She was fifteen and her puffy red, heart-shaped lips looked as if she had been sucking cock from the day she was born. (Later I found out she sucked her first cock at eleven her brother's.)

Although she would make eyes at me over a hamburger or ice cream cone she was shy. I knew I had to use a soft touch if I was to get into her pants. I started paying her all sorts of imagine compliments and sneaked her free malts and hot dogs. I told her she was more grown up and had better tits than. any woman. It worked because she'd let me cop a feel when no one else was around. She was the kind of kid who was flattered to have an older guy hot for her.

What does an older dude like you see in a girl like me," she asked one day when I was closing up the hamburger stand. I was close enough to Victoria to squeeze one of the cheeks of her beautiful watermelon ass and I did.

For starters, honey-bun, that," I replied. She got all hot and flustered. Since she didn't seem to mind my grabbing her ass I moved right up against her, put my arms about her, and rubbed my hardening cock into her snatch. She was so surprised by my cockiness that I thought she might pull away. But not little old hot-cunt Victoria. She fluttered those bashful eyelashes at me, opened her ruby mouth and actually pushed her box even harder against my prick. Had we kept rubbing that way I know I could have gotten off right there and then. But there was a gang of kids coming in our direction and I pulled apart but not before getting her to promise to meet me that night.

Before she broke away from me what she told me about her mom made it plain her old lady wasn't anything like the I-don't-give-a-shit-if-my-daughter-screws-mothers back home. Victoria's old lady watched her comings and goings like a hawk. So Vicky I started calling her that because it rhymed with dicky said have to tell her mom she was going to the library in order to get out of the house ... which turned me off a little because that meant if I was going to take this girl's cherry and I just knew she hadn't had any dick slid up her pussy yet I'd have to fuck her before the library closed, so her old lady wouldn't get suspicious.

You can bet your sweet ass I walked around all day with a stiff one, waiting for time to pass until I met her. I wanted to slop up her pudding real bad! I hadn't had me any young snatch in some time, and I was hornier than hell. I was beginning to think I'd made a mistake moving up north where the girls seemed to think their snatches were solid gold until I met Vicky.

That night I waited for Miss Pussy Pie at the library at eight, all duked out in a imagine western shirt and tight jeans, with my sexy black boots to match. I wore the boots because I had it in mind I might screw her wearing them, which kind of turns me on once in awhile. I was thinking of all the nice things I'd do to her, like placing whipped cream into her pussy and eating it out, giving her my hot dog up the ass and then having her squat on my face, when I saw it was already fifteen after eight. Shit, I said, Vicky must have changed her mind. I guess I was just too old for her.

With gloom on my face, I was starting to leave when I saw Vicky's saucy little figure shaking on up the street. I smiled and my pecker zoomed a good seven inches down my leg, and my tongue got hard at the sight of her. I waved and she came running to me, her tits, I could see, flopping without a bra inside her blouse.

"You look good enough to eat," I told her when she reached me, letting me grab her hand. "In fact I think I will, baby."

Vicky blushed and rubbed her boobs against my chest, whispering that she thought we ought to save being intimate until we went somewhere else, because she was afraid her mom or one of her friends might see us hugging and smooching outside the library. I squeezed one of her nipples and said, "Sure, honey-pie. Anything you say."

I walked us over to the school a few blocks away. It was dark there, with plenty of grassy places to cuddle and fuck without being seen. I had checked it out earlier. I didn't want to spend any money on a motel until I made sure she'd put but for me.

Anyway, I found us a nice dark spot behind the administration building and the football field and pulled her down on the grass beside me. There was no one in sight on the campus and the moon wasn't out, so no one could see us.

I right off grabbed one of her tits and jammed my other hand between her legs. She made like she was shocked and pulled away.

Shit! I nearly said aloud, but didn't. These fucking northern girls and their cockteasing games. I felt like knocking the piss out of her and fucking her unconscious. But although a mature man could get away with something like that in the parts of Georgia where I come from, here in the north I'd probably do some time for it. So I pretended like I thought her coyness was cute and grabbed her hand instead. I'd just have to go slower with this little bitch, that's all.

"All right, Vicky-love, how's about a little kiss then?"

My mouth opened and my tongue shot out like a snake's in readiness to go into her mouth when I saw I was kissing air. The cunt had pulled away again. When I asked her for an explanation she looked at me and said, "I like you, Kevin, but, after all, this is the first time you and I are out together. I don't know if it's right letting you kiss me right off."

Christ! I thought to myself. I'm thinking of having her blow me and eating her out and she's uptight about a little French kissing!

I'm a man who ain't got much patience for a chick who makes you kiss her ass for a piece of nookey unless it's her real ass so I decided to lay my intentions on the carpet, or rather grass, and if the truth chased her away, well let it. I could always jerk off or get some ass at the massage parlor to suck me off. So I put it on the line to her.

"Look, Victoria. I ain't got no time for games. I want to eat your cunt. I thought you knew that and that's why you came to meet me tonight. More than that, if you're cherry, I want to take it. And if you ain't ever been fucked up the ass, I want to do that too. For good measure, I want you to fill your pretty mouth with my hot come. If all that ain't to your liking, then screw off and I'll find me another piece of ass. But before you decide to split let me show you what you'll miss if you do go."

Before Vicky could count to three, I unzipped my jeans and whipped out my prick which, if I do say so myself, is a mighty pretty and prodigious dick. Back home they used to call me King Kong, if you know what I mean.

For several seconds Vicky sat beside me just staring at my fully erect, purple-headed cock, her eyes bulging, her breathing funny, her tongue going round and round over her wet lips. It was pretty plain to me that my manly rod was laying waste to any ideas of resistance she came to see me with.

"I can't believe it!" she gasped. "That's the biggest peter I've ever seen or imagined! It's positively gorgeous!"

Her hand inched tentatively towards my slightly trembling dong.

"Can ... can I touch it?"

"Touch it? Hell, girl, I brought it along for you to do with whatever you want."

Vicky wrapped one of her dainty hands around the base of my prick and hung on to it as if it were a piece of gold, which, in my book, it is.

"Stroke it a few times, honey," I told her, which she obligingly did.

"That's it, sweet pudding, nice and easy. Up and down. Slow. Now faster. Lord Almighty, you're a natural born jerk-off artist!"

I was really getting my blood up looking at her gently beat my meat and savoring the sight of her mini skirt far up her thighs with a hint of pussy between them. She was leaning toward my prick as she stroked it, her head about four feet away from it. I had the most powerful urge ever to push her head on to my cock. I couldn't resist.

I slipped my right hand behind her beautiful head, her hair was pitch black and long, and pushed her face right on to my big dick. It slipped into her mouth like a peppermint stick. At first she choked, because I had pushed in too much too soon. But when I backed up a few inches, my cock fit just fine. A little snug but comfortable.

Vicky started to work on my dicky like a veteran. Tongue-lashing my hot dome. Dripping spit along the shaft and then slurping it off. And when she stopped the imagine mouth work, her head started bobbing up and down on my prick like a chicken picking up corn and swallowing.

All at once my prick made a plopping sound as she let it flop out of her mouth three seconds before I blasted a hot stream of gizm in her face. Before I knew it she was pushing me on my back and tearing off her panties. When I caught sight of her teenage bush as she positioned herself over my prick looking for a new home, my tongue started wagging crazy inside my mouth. I wanted that pudding in my face. But Vicky had other things in mind.

For a girl who said she was a virgin, part of her attraction for me, she sure jabbed my dong into her box like a pro. What's more, she didn't even winch as my shaft bore up her greasy tunnel, even though I drove all seven inches to the hilt up her pussy.

"Virgin, huh," I leered at her.

"Okay, I haven't got the cherry but I've got the box that it came in. What do you care? Just fuck!"

Although I felt cheated, her having had cock before and all, the way she was going up and down on my staff like an elevator gone wild felt so good I wasn't about to quibble. Instead I yelled out, "Ride me, young pussy! Ride my southern ass like you ain't rode before! I love having your sweet cunt on the end of my prick! Sit on it and screw, young whore! Grease up my prick and keep greasing until you explode! Do it and don't you dare stop 'till I shoot my load all the way up inside your cunt!"

And Vicky gave me no argument, let me tell you. For a fifteen-year old kid she spun, twisted and churned atop my hot prick like a hooker of twenty years experience. Who knows how many kids or older dudes like me she fucked.

While she screwed the shit out of me, she kept throwing her head back and forth, her long black hair falling off and on her face, which was twisted with the passion of an old whore fucking a donkey.

I couldn't hold back no longer. I felt the liquid fire starting to surge up from my balls and charge through my prick like Niagara Falls, shooting high inside her cunt till she screamed into the silent night.

"I can feel your come splashing on the walls of my cunt! Christ! What a load! What force! Oooooooh! Here I go, too!"

Vicky started to come right on top of my load. She went positively nuts, pulling on her tits through her blouse till I thought she'd rip it off. And she ground her cunt over my beginning-to-collapse cock till I thought she'd screw it off. Her eyes turned inside her head. She bit her own lips while the pussy soup poured all over my cock and balls, hot and sticky to feel. And the moans, gurgles and growls she made sounded like something out of The Exorcist. When she finally stopped coming, she fell forward, her head hitting my chest like a bag of sand, our privates glued together with hot come and pussy juice.

Just then we heard the church bell ring nine o'clock and she moved as if to leave me, but I held her fast on my soft but still lodged prick.

"I better get home, Kevin. If I'm not home by nine-thirty, Mom will know for sure that I didn't go to the library, and I won't be able to go out for a week!"

I wasn't about to let her run home without getting a couple of good licks of her young pussy, and I told her so. Besides I was still a little mad at her for making me think she was a virgin when she wasn't. So if she got hell for coming in late, good for her. I grabbed one of her hands so she couldn't escape and told her to sit on my face and no back talk.

"But if I sit on your face you'll eat your own come! I'm filled with it!"

"So long as it ain't nobody else's come, I don't mind eating a little of my own at all. It wouldn't be the first time," I added. "Sometimes when I jerk off I come in my hand and swallow it. That way I don't lose any energy. But enough jawing. Get your wet box over my mouth or I'll slap your pretty face blue!"

She did like she was told. I could tell she was the type of chick that liked a little rough-house mixed with her sex.

Vicky hiked her skirt high so it wouldn't get in my face and sat right over my mouth. The wine that we had made together just poured over my face. And her cunt tasted like peaches warmed by the sun. I used my fingers to part the wet petals of her cunt so I could get my tongue in there good. I tell you it was like burying my face in some kind of bitter-sweet pudding that just came out of the oven.

The harder I sucked the harder she pressed her pussy down on me, grinding and twisting her hips the way a stripper does on stage. I decided to give her an added thrill by shoving my middle finger up her ass. As it went up, she started to rear her end up like somebody had just shot her with a bolt of electricity. But another second or two longer and my finger must have felt good inside her ass, 'cause the look of pain left her face and she started to moan once more.

While Vicky fucked my face and I screwed her ass with my finger, I used my other hand to jack off. Once or twice she bore down on me so hard I couldn't breathe every inch of my face was covered by her hairy sopping mound. But I love to eat cunt and Vicky's was one of the tastiest I've ever sucked off.

"I'm starting to come," she yelled, her ass twitching and grinding, while she squeezed her tits and darted her tongue in and out of her mouth.

"So am I!" I yelled back, feeling my big prick swelling with rising come.

"Dive your tongue in my snatch good! Oh, yeah! Suck and lick and play with your prick!"

Every once in awhile she'd glance back to see me whacking away at my dong and it seemed to make her hotter.

"That's it, Kevin! Yank it and keep sucking! Here I go! Ooooooooh, drink the juice out of my snatch! What a mouth! What a tongue! What a big beautiful cock! Eat me! SUCK!"

I exploded too, shooting a stream of hot come all over her back and ass, while I pushed my face so hard and deep into her sopping box that I thought I'd get my head inside her cunt. I kept nuzzling her until I shot the last drop. Little by little the muscles in her buttocks and legs relaxed and she fell forward on my chest, sighing with satisfaction. I could feel the come dripping off her back and the cheeks of her ass on to my belly.

After a bit, she rolled off me and pulled her panties on and I zipped up, wondering if all the juice and gizm we done spilled together would make the grass grow better. We stood up and she put her arms around me, giving me one long soul kiss before looking up into my face and saying, "That was the best fuck I've ever had! And nobody has ever gobbled my pussy as good as you did! Will you do another number on me tomorrow night, too?"

I looked down at the little bitch. I was still pissed off at her for pretending she was a virgin when she wasn't.

"You got a long track record of screwing behind you, ain't you? I don't mind a chick coming right out and telling me she ain't got a cherry but I don't like having a girl playing games with me!"

With that, I whacked her across the face and threw her across my knees, tore off her panties and slapped her bare ass red. But instead of Vicky crying and begging me to stop, as I thought she would, damn if she didn't get hot again.

"Oh, smack my ass, daddy! Do it! I love it! Harder!"

When I saw that she was juicing once more, wouldn't you know that I forgot I was mad and got excited all over again myself. To make a long story short, with her ass staring me in the face, I leaned over and inserted my little pink tongue into her ass-hole and reamed her a spell. Then I tossed her on the ground, put my fingers in her cunt and spooned out some of her cunt-grease and rubbed it on my cock so it would slide into her ass without too much friction, spread the cheeks of her ass and inched my rod in until I filled it. She went crazy, obviously liking being fucked up the ass better than in the cunt.

"Pump, pump, pump! Oh, daddy-lover, screw my ass and don't stop pumping till you come! Ass-fuck me, daddy! Do it!"

"Put your fingers up your cunt while I'm fucking you, Vicky!"

Good little girl that she was, Vicky did like she was told and finger-fucked her cunt while I screwed her ass. In and out, I humped away, thrusting my big hunk of meat into her with every bit of strength I had. Sometimes I could feel the head of my prick touching the walls of her pussy, and whenever I did that, she'd give out a squeal like a pink and tell me to ram it into her harder.

Once again we shot off, this time exactly at the same time, convulsing on the grass with joy. We must have stayed glued to each other for a solid five minutes, too burned out to separate. Finally I pulled my prick out of her ass it making a plopping sound like a cork yanked out of a bottle and wiped off the come and hint of shit off of it on the brass, patted her fanny affectionately and called it a halt for the night. Both of us had a real good getting-to-know-each-other evening, promising to repeat the show the next night.

Unfortunately Kevin's new found relationship with Vicky was cut short because her parents moved to another city. Vicky, being under-age, had to go with them.

Though Kevin tried to seduce other young girls he didn't have much luck in the northern city where he resided. When he was pressed to explain why he didn't switch his desires to older women, he replied, in his candid way:

"I just don't like older women. Their cunts are too stretched for my taste. I like nice, snug pussy and only a young girl has got one. Maybe it's because of my upbringing. like I already told you ... down south it's considered normal for an older man and young filly to get it on. When I'm screwing a young girl it's like I'm her pappa and her lover at the same time. It's hard for me to explain. The girls, too, act like I'm their daddy and lover. Take Vicky, for instance. Whenever I did fuck her and we were at it night and day for three weeks before she went off and moved she was always calling me 'daddy' or 'pappa!' Once I told her, my ass seven inches up her snatch, 'girl I ain't your dad.' And she come right out and said, 'I wish you were. I've always wanted to screw my father but I know you're not supposed to. Besides, I wouldn't because it would break my mother's heart if I did and she found out. Still I've always wanted to. So I guess I'll just have to settle for having a make-believe daddy eat and fuck me.' I hate to admit it, but it kind of turned me on to having Vicky or any other teenager, for that matter, act like I'm her daddy."

Rarely will we find a more glaring example of incestuous feelings underlying the sexual desires of an older man and young girl involved together.

CASE HISTORY THREE

To many men a girl's tender age in no way acts as a deterrent to their sexual desires so long as the girl in question is old enough to enjoy sex.

Wade Howard, a thirty-seven year old service station attendant, was such a man, in spite of the fact that he was married to a woman approximately his same age.

"Where I worked I'd see a lot of teenage cunt swishing their hot, just maturing butts at me, or pretending they didn't know I was looking while they scratched their crotch or adjusted their bras. They'd drive into the station with they boy friend or girl friend, and I'd just drool thinking of their tender pussies or their unplowed asses, aching to turn them into women. I used to like washing the car windows because I'd be able to look down into the front seat at their bare legs or thighs showing. I really envied the young jocks they were with because I knew that some of them were getting into the young snatch probably even getting blown by them. Sometimes I'd get so hot thinking about some young cunt in the front seat that I'd have to go into the men's room and beat my meat ... and I would. I wanted to climb into the seat with her, lift her skirt and shove my pecker up between her legs, straight into her cunt. But of course I couldn't do that. The only thing I could service was the car.

"I remember one time there was this blonde who came in with a boy friend, and they didn't think I was watching them, or else they didn't give a damn. He was rubbing her breasts with one hand and had the other up her leg, shoving the skirt up so I could see what she had there. She wasn't wearing any panties, so I could see plenty. And she had her hand in his lap and was rubbing he pecker. Man, you think I didn't get a hard on watching that?

"There were some days my wife really caught hell when I got home. You see enough crotches during the day, you've got a pecker that won't go down for awhile. At least, that's the way it is with me. I get horny pretty fast and pretty often, and I've got to let loose. That one time I saw the girl without panties working over her boy friend, I could hardly wait to get home from work. But when I got there, my wife was having her period. I don't mind myself, but she says it's not clean. So I told her I had a stiff pecker, and the least she could do was suck me off.

"She doesn't like to do that. She says it's dirty. Well, dirty or not, it's fun, and I wanted her to do it to me. We had a big argument about it, and I hauled out my pecker and forced her head against it. Damned if she didn't throw up before I could let loose, so I just left her there in the bathroom and stormed out, angry as hell, and with a hard on I didn't know what to do with.

"I just drove around for awhile. While I did, I got some great ideas for what to do with my pecker. There were all these young girls hitching rides, see, and I'd pick one of them up for a couple of bucks and we'd screw or else I'd have her suck me off. So I stopped and picked one up. She had long, straight blonde hair and a short skirt and boots. As I drove along, I started talking to her, gradually making conversation sexy. She surprised me by turning the talk away from anything like that. Finally she said she wanted to get out at the next corner. She did, and that was that.

"Well, not quite. All the while she'd been in the car I'd been staring at her legs and wondering what it would be like to stick my hand, among other things, up there, and how nice her own hand would feel rubbing my pecker so I was pretty damned excited.

"I stopped for another girl. And another. And another one after that. The last one I even came right out and asked her if she'd like to earn some money. She asked how. I told her by sucking me off. She got a frightened look on her face, and bolted out of the car.

"I was getting desperate. I'd heard stories that some of these young girls put out, but I wasn't having much luck. It was when I turned down Ventura Boulevard that my luck changed. There was this blonde on the corner, with her thumb out, giving me a look I couldn't be wrong about. She wanted some action, and I was just the guy to give it to her all six inches of it.

"She got in the car, and her skirt went up around her hips. I looked, but she didn't seem to mind. She had nice legs. I drove down the street, and we started talking. I wish I could remember the conversation, because it was filled with double meanings. I remember I asked her if she wanted an all-day sucker to lick, and she didn't bat an eyelash when she answered she'd be willing if the price was right. I offered her five dollars but she wanted ten. She finally agreed on seven, which I gave her. I asked her where we could go, and she told me to just drive around.

"I thought she was looking for some dark place to park, but she wasn't. She was going to suck me off right there in the car while I was driving. Of course, I didn't argue with her, not when she was unzipping my pants, hauling out my stiff pecker and playing with it. Then she put her head down in my lap and started licking the tip with her tongue. Man, that felt good. I almost let loose then and there, but I held back. After all, it was costing me seven bucks, and I wanted it to last. She knew what she was doing all right. When I glanced down, all I could see was her mop of long blonde hair bobbing around, but I could feel plenty. She held on to my pecker like it was a banana, and she licked it up on side and down the other. Then she put the tip of it in her mouth and nibbled on it for awhile.

"I couldn't stand it. With one hand I pushed the back of her head down in my lap. She took the hint and let my pecker slide all the way into her mouth. Man, that felt good. And what she did after that was good, too. She gobbled it up like she'd been doing it all her life, and when I finally let loose, she swallowed it all right on down.

"Unfortunately, I closed my eyes and stepped down on the gas pedal just about then and slammed into the back of a car ahead of me waiting for a stop light. I was stunned for a moment, then I realized my zipper was open and my pecker was hanging out. That would look swell on the insurance report, I thought, and I zipped up before the guy ahead of me got out of his car and came back. It was only then that I noticed the door on the other side of my car was open, and the blonde had taken off. Hell, I could've used her as a witness.

"Anyway, my insurance paid for the damages, but I had to shell out the hundred bucks deductible on my own car, which didn't make me too happy. I knew that next time we were going someplace and park. It was too dangerous doing it while driving along crowded streets."

The next time his wife had her period, Wade cruised along the same boulevard, with similar results. He picked up a willing teenager, drove to a desolate area, and had vaginal intercourse with her in the back seat of his car. The fact that the girl was under-age was of no concern for him. He had no anxieties over possible legal complications, nor did he seem overly sexually excited by the fact that the girl was so young. She was merely a sexual convenience, a suitable female receptacle for his erect penis. Since there was also no moral problem involved in his philosophy, he has continued picking up girl hitch-hikers in order to satisfy his sexual cravings, obviously for the same reason that men climb mountains because they're there!

A balding, middle-aged accountant named Arthur also developed a habit of picking up teenage girls in his car. His motivation was also sexual, but in a different manner and with similar results.

"Let's face it" he admitted, "I'm no Adonis, but some of these kids really turn me on, and how else can I get one in a car with me. I've got one of these small imported jobs, and when a teenage girl's sitting next to me I can almost feel the warmth of her bare leg next to mine, and before I know it I've got a stiff prick.

"I put a hand in my lap and rub myself through the cloth all the while we're driving along and I'm glancing at those gorgeous bare legs right next to me, and pretty soon I have an orgasm.

"I don't do the girl any harm," he added, self-righteously, "so what's wrong with me having a little fun?"

Arthur was not an aggressive man in all his activities, including the sexual. As a child, he masturbated frequently, using teenage girls as sexual objects, either by imagining them or secretly watching them through the window. His mother overprotected him, while his father ridiculed his puniness and his shy attitude. Thanks to feelings of inferiority as to looks and capabilities, Arthus dated infrequently, and these few dates were painful for both participants.

In college he met a domineering girl several years his senior who seduced him into an unsatisfying sexual affair and persuaded him to marry her. The marriage lasted almost a year before his wife filed for divorce. Their sex life left a great deal to be desired, since Arthur had extreme difficulty getting and sustaining an erection. Living alone, afterward however, he discovered he seldom had any trouble in masturbating to orgasm. Once again, the sexual objects whom he visualized were teenage girls.

"I even moved into a swimming pool apartment," he confessed because I knew there were families living there with young daughters who'd be out sunning themselves in the patio in their bikinis. It was more money than I wanted to spend for an apartment, but I figured it would be worth it for all the fun I could have.

"I did have a lot of fun, too. I peered out from my drapes and played with myself while watching the girls. I even bought a pair of binoculars so I could see right up into their crotches. That was nice. Sometimes I could count every hair sticking out around the edges of the bikini, and I imagined I was really that close and could rub my prick all over the inside of her legs."

Arthus desired greater proximity, however, and it was while driving along in his small car and seeing the young girl hitch-hikers that he got his idea.

"The first time," he recalled, "I didn't do anything but give her a ride, I guess because I was too scared to. The second time it was the same, except I noticed how close her leg was to mine, and how short her skirt was. The third time was the charm. I drove along with this dark-haired girl beside me, glancing over at her, and my hand came to rest casually in my lap. She didn't seem to notice, so I rubbed my prick through the cloth.

"You can't imagine how wonderful that felt. I couldn't help myself. I had an orgasm. No that I minded, except it made my underwear soggy and soaked through the front of my pants. So I began wearing rubbers so I wouldn't mess my clothes when I came. That way, I wouldn't have to hold back at all, and I didn't either.

"What I wanted to do, though, was actually have my prick out and hold it in my hand. It felt more well, more intense that way. Besides, there'd be the added thrill of having it out without the girl next to me knowing about it. The first time I tried it I was pretty sneaky about the whole thing. I had this coat on the seat beside me, and when the girl got in, I had to move the coat some place, didn't I. So I put it in my lap. Then while we drove along, I snaked the zipper down on my pants, under cover the coat, and hauled out my rubber-covered prick.

"We drove along, and I kept glancing over at her legs and pulling my prick up and down, back and forth, under the coat. When I heard the girl giggle, I looked up at her face and saw she was snickering as she looked down at the coat in my lap. I looked down at myself and saw that my hand was still pulling my prick and that the coat was jiggling around so much it was pretty obvious what I was doing.

"I felt embarrassed. I pulled my hand out from beneath the coat and gripped the wheel with both hands in plain sight. We drove along until the girl announced that she wanted to get out, so I stopped. She opened the door, hopped out, grinned at me and told me to have fun. I knew what she meant, and I didn't answer her. I just drove off, with my face red.

"I'd have to be more careful in the future."

Arthur was more careful in the future as he continued picking up teenage girls for his sexual excitement. However, although he uses them as sex objects, he apparently does not wish to have a complete sexual involvement with any of them.

"This one girl I picked up," he recalled, "really surprised the hell out of me. We were driving along, and I had my prick out, with my coat over it, and I was massaging it so it was up good and hard, when this girl she must've been around sixteen or so reached over under my coat and took hold of my prick to give it a few shakes.

"I hadn't expected that at all, and I didn't know what to do. She asked me, 'How about it, mister, you want to swing?' Those were her exact words. I didn't know what to say. I guess I was too stunned, too frightened, too something, though, because even though she had hold of my prick and was pulling it, it started getting limp instead of harder. That embarrassed me even more. I muttered some excuse about having had too much lately and told her no, maybe some other time. She shrugged and said okay.

"When I let her off and drove away, I started thinking about. It would be fun having her play with my prick, maybe suck on it, and then we'd have regular sex together. The more I thought about it the more excited I got until my prick was standing up straight again. I drove around the block looking for the girl, but she wasn't anyplace in sight."

Arthur continued his masturbatory activities in the car, and none of the young girls made sexual overtones toward him.

"Then one night I saw the sixteen year old girl again," he said. "The one who'd taken hold of my prick and offered more. I stopped and she got it. I was glad she recognized me right off because it would save a lot of explanations. I asked her if she remembered her asking me if I wanted to swing. She said yes, and I held my breath and told her I wanted to. She wanted five dollars, which I took out and handed to her, and we drove to a quiet spot beside a dark park, with her hand rubbing my prick all the way.

"I was up good and hard until we climbed into the back seat and she took off her panties. I don't know what was wrong. I think maybe it was because she was a stranger and I was embarrassed.

Or maybe the fact that she was so young. Young or not, she knew what to do. She lifted her legs, spread them and tried to stuff my prick up into her. I wondered how many guys she'd picked up before, and if she was comparing them to me. I didn't like to think about that. I know there are a lot of guys who are better lovers, that've got bigger pricks and harder ones and know what to do with them. But me, I always seem to sort of freeze up, and that's what I did with the girl."

Seeing the futility of continuing, Arthur and the girl returned to the front seat, adjusted their clothing, and drove back to the boulevard. He was vaguely aware that his own concern over his virility and his feelings of inferiority were the culprits in the failure to perform satisfactorily. Yet he continued to rationalize the event.

"I saw her again after that," he said, "standing on a corner with her thumb out, but I looked away and sailed right past. I just don't want to get involved."

Of course, in a case like Arthur's, the psychological manifestations are paramount. It is not sex he's seeking, but the fantasy of having sex with a young chick provides him with masturbat-ory pleasure. As a result, when he comes face to face with some young stuff, he's unable to perform. It's not so much that he fears failure as it is the fear that once experienced, the fantasy will no longer be sufficient to arouse him. Arthur's psychosexual problems are profound, based on a deep-seated sense of insecurity and inferiority. He's not impotent, but his inability to relate to another human being in a sexual situation produces temporary impotence ... which is just as devastating to the individual involved.

And what of the girls who ride their thumbs across town after town in the United States, selling their bodies for a few dollars? These are girls for whom sex is a commodity, to be offered in the marketplace of flesh and sold for whatever price can be had. Many of the girls who hitchhike are under-age, hooking only temporarily for the spending money it provides. Others, after exposure to this side of life, become hardened to any kind of emotional response to others, and take to the life as a profession.

CASE HISTORY FOUR

The next case of an older man having a penchant for young girls is fairly common. Because it does have familiar patterns it deserves mention in our study of the psychosexual dynamics involved in the older man/young girl syndrome.

Tarn B., at fifty, certainly looked much younger. He had a hard, lean body and he always made sure that he slept well, got plenty of sleep and exercise, and he has never smoked or imbibed alcohol. Practicing such scrupulous maintenance on himself has paid off not only in terms of his health and appearance, but in the area of his sex life as well. He's had an orgasm at least once a day for the last twenty-five years. "If I'm not making love to some young lady, I'm making love to myself thinking of one."

Dressed in sporting clothes, his long, trim figure coupled with his blonde hair and suntanned face made him look like an aging movie star or top executive, with everything going his way.

In truth, Tarn was an executive of sorts. He owned a first class suburban Southern California tennis club. In addition, he made lots of money using his still-famous name to endorse various men's products and by appearing from time to time in TV commercials.

In spite of his normally cool and suave exterior, when he agreed to let this writer interview him for this particular book, Tarn was in a fitful state, mainly because of his involvement with a girl more than half his age. The following is his own story:

In order for me to tell you how I got hooked on Dena, I've got to first go into my relationship with Mary, my wife, whose favorite past-time, next to sucking cock anyone's, or having her own pussy eaten by one of her many lesbian friends, is writing religious poetry.

I married her when I decided to retire from professional tennis playing and start a tennis club. There was and is more money in running a club than playing for one.

The first day I met Mary she blew me in the empty locker room. I should have known then that she was too loose to be faithful to one man. But when she swallowed my come after working on my prick and ass for a good thirty minutes straight, the thought of having this beautiful cocksucker for my own so befogged my better judgment that I asked her to marry while she was still on her knees, licking drops of come off my hairy balls. Of course she said yes. And we had no trouble for three months, at the end of which I discovered that, in spite of the fact that I banged her every night, during the day she was laying and sucking off whomever she could.

Funny about Mary. Although I could kick her ass whenever I think of the guys she's balled behind my back, I still get hot when I think of her sucking cock. I can see her gorgeous head now, bobbing up and down, working her pink fleshy tongue all over my throbbing dick. She was inventive, too, in eating dick. Once she filled her mouth with honey and then had me poke my prick into her mouth. What a sensation that was! On another occasion she ate a whole can of whipped cream off my cock, then had me wash it down for her by pissing in her mouth! What a wild, wanton, insatiable cunt! I guess there will always be a soft spot in my heart for Mary. Nevertheless, there's another side to my feelings about Mary that makes me boil. She had no right living with me, spending my money and fucking other guys. Anyway, I got so jealous when I found out, I nearly killed her. We divorced about six months ago.

As soon as Mary and I called it quits, I starting playing the field again. I must have fucked thirty girls within a period of sixty days. I had my first three-way affair during that time; a twenty-year old black girl sitting on my face while an Oriental chick sucked my balls and I jerked off the come going all over her face. Anyway, I'm digressing.

About four months ago I met Dena delicious, delightful, dynamite Dena with the big tits, pillowy bottom, long ballerina legs, swan-like neck, suction-cup ruby-red lips, green fire eyes, long red hair, and a cunt that felt like a tight velvet vise once it clamped on a man's prick.

There was just one problem Dena was only fourteen, although she looked like a lusty eighteen-year-old.

We met at my club. My tennis instructor was out sick and I after marking those full-blown tits in her white blouse volunteered to teach her. And after the first lesson, when I realized that she was as turned on to me as I was to her, I said I would personally continue teaching her. No one saw anything strange in this because everyone knew I was a good friend of her father's, a prominent lawyer in the area. To heighten her concentration, I even suggested that I come to her house once a week for a private lesson, knowing full well that her busy widower father would either be in court or his office most of the day..

It was during my second visit to her house for a lesson that I decided to run the risk of rejection, I wanted to lick that fourteen-year old box so much.

She had been stooping over in her clean white tennis shorts to pick up a stray ball and the crack of her ass and the folds of her cunt showed through her shorts. I got an instant hard on. That sight and the constant bounce of her ripe bosom whenever she moved had me in a frenzy of heat for her young body.

I pretended I was thirsty, hoping she'd invite me inside the house for a drink. She did, smiling at me in a knowing, sensual way. It was a hot summer day, and we were both perspiring like hogs as we walked into the kitchen. The servants were gone. Her father was in court. We were totally alone in the big, rambling house. I could rape her if I wanted to and there'd be no one there to stop me. But I didn't want to rape Dena. I wanted her to drop her shorts, part the petals of her pussy and say, "Stuck your tongue here as far as it will go!" That was my fantasy. This is what actually happened.

She handed me a beer while she sucked on a Coke. All I could think of watching her put the neck of the bottle inside her soft mouth was "I wish it was my cock!" Then I'd focus on her breasts. They were so round, full and maturely nippled for a girl her age. They were so magnificently sculptured pressing against her blouse.

"How many girls are you sleeping with now, Tarn?" Dena asked, from out of the blue.

I was taken back by the directness of her question.

"Oh, three or four."

"Do any of them mean anything special to you?"

She was leaning up against the sink-counter, shifting her weight from one leg to the other and looking so edible I know my tongue flicked over my lips a couple of times.

I wanted to make it quite clear that I wasn't hung-up on one girl. The way her eyes kept landing on my crotch coupled with her flirtatiousness starting with the first tennis lesson I gave her made it quite plain to me that she was hot for me. And, considering the difference in our age, I confess I was more than a little flattered by her attention.

"No, Dena. There's no one special in my life. That spot is still open." My eyes were right on her mouth when I talked.

"Do you find me attractive, Tarn?"

It was almost a plea.

"Very. In fact, I can't tell you how many times your face and figurehave entered one of my fantasies."

She smiled. "Then how come you never made a pass at me?""You know, Dena, I'm about the same age as your father."

"What difference does that make?"

She was really coming on strong. Still I wanted to test her before making a move for her pussy. "Dena ... you know your dad and I are friends."

"I'm sure he wouldn't want me to go to bed with an enemy." She was being coy, witty and irresistible. And she had used the magic phrase "go to bed." My cock was thumping away inside my shorts.

"My being older really doesn't bother you?"

"Look. I may only be fourteen but I've been around, believe me. I've had affairs with men your age not only here, but in Europe, too. Every time I was able to slip away from my parents, I'd let some older cat pick me up. Once, in Paris, I even let a man older than you pick me up in a imagine car and eat me in the back seat. I was having my period too. But that didn't seem to bother him. He just kept sucking away on my clitoris like it was a lollipop."

It was difficult for me to believe that this young, innocent-looking girl was as experienced as she sounded. But I could tell by the lust now blazing on her angelic features that she indeed had experienced such episodes. The come in my balls started to stir, thinking of that old fart lapping her bloody cunt.

"Let's stop wasting time," Dena brazenly said, walking to me.

Before I realized what was happening, Dena slipped her hand inside my shorts and clamped her fingers around the shaft of my sweaty cock, squeezing it. I pulled her to me and jammed my tongue into her wide open mouth, swallowing some of her spit, while both my hands grabbed the cheeks of her ass. I knew that what I was doing would be judged by society as wrong, but I didn't give a shit about society at that moment, and apparently Dena didn't give a shit either. For a good minute we stood this way grinding our bodies against each other and swapping tongues.

She pulled her tongue out of my mouth long enough to say, "I want you! You'll never know how many times I've played with my pussy wondering what it would be like to have a hold of your cock ... or to see your distinguished face locked between my legs, juice dripping all over your mouth."

I couldn't believe I was about to make love to a beautiful fourteen-year-old girl! Of course, as with most men my age, I had speculated on what it would be like to once again eat young cunt. But how many older men have the opportunity to satisfy that curiosity? Well, I was about to.

Dena reached behind and began to unbutton her white blouse. Another second or two and her prematurely fullblown tits popped into view. They were gorgeous. She unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed her nipples on my hairy chest, exciting herself tremendously.

"I'm getting so wet!" she exclaimed. She took me by the hand and started pulling me from the kitchen to her bedroom on the ground floor. "Come, my love! Come into my room where I fuck myself with vibrators, candles, my fingers and where I'm now about to fuck you!"

Standing before a great big queen-size bed, I watched with amazement as she twisted her hips and flipped her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. What an inviting bush! Her pubic hair was rust-colored and formed a perfect v. I rushed to her, clamping my burning body on hers, the head of my prick nestling close to the entrance of her snatch.

Once again our lips mingled and our tongues crossed while I ran the fingers of my right hand between the cheeks of her ass.

"That's it, Tarn! Stoke the inside of my ass! I love that! The way you use your tongue inside my mouth drives me crazy too! Do it, baby! Do it!"

I deftly maneuvered my tongue inside her mouth. As our tongues twisted and darted ever so skillfully against one another, I could feel the sex vibrations moving overpoweringly through my whole body. At the same time I could smell her young femaleness rising up from between her legs, its spicy musk cloying inside my flared nostrils in a most provocative way.

We French kissed and fondled each other's genitals for a long time. To add fuel to the fire we kept rubbing our bodies together. If we kept this up we'd juice together without having fucked, so I decided to quit the preliminaries and get down to some serious screwing and sucking. From the way her pussy was dripping and smelling I could tell Dena was ready for the real fireworks herself.

I threw her into bed. Her legs shot up in the air as she stuck three fingers into her cunt.

"Take your clothes off, Tarn! I want to dig your naked body! I'd really groove on seeing your balls naked! I know you've got a great bod and a gorgeous prick it shows through your clothes. Besides, I overheard a couple of older cunt at least thirty talking about you one day at the club, and they agreed you had a prick that would put Michelangelo's David to shame. So hurry up and slip out of your shorts and shirt so I can see everything you've got!"

I must confess I was flattered to have a girl her age so hot for my body. I proceeded to oblige her. While I removed my shorts, shirt and sneakers she sprawled on her back and continued to explore her pussy with her fingers. They were deep inside her snatch, the juice that they stirred up dribbling out of her pussy and sparkling in her red public hair like diamonds.

"It turns you on watching me finger-fuck myself, doesn't it? Grab your dick. Go on. Grab it. I like to watch someone play with himself, too."

Anxious to please, I took my fully erect cock in hand and began to pull the foreskin back and forth (I'm not circumcised).

"Faster," she yelled at me, as she, too, increased the tempo of her own hand-job.

We were both so hot and ready to juice that I knew that if we continued to masturbate we'd got off, so I decided to switch it off. "Let's fuck before we come!"

Dena pulled her fingers out of her syrupy twat and sucked them. I don't know why but that really accelerated the flow of my blood.

"I'd rather do a sixty-nine with you before screwing," Dena replied.

The girl's expertise in the area of sexuality continued to astound me. "Boy, you've really been around for a teenager, haven't you!"

She was massaging her clitoris with one finger while she talked to me.

"I told you I had. I've been balled by experts. I even had a movie star once suck me off. She was staying with daddy for a weekend in our Malibu pad."

My prick spasmed with lust at the thought of her being involved in some kind of a lesbian experience.

"Did you say her?"

She giggled when she saw how shocked I was, reinserting three fingers up her twat.

"Does it make you jealous, Tarn, to think of some chick eating my pussy? Well, don't be. I'd rather have your cock in me than some dyke's tongue up my box any day. Now cut the bullshit and climb in bed with me. I want you to play with my pussy just like I'm doing. And I guess you know what I'll be doing while you're fingering my snatch."

"Jerking me off, I hope."

"Right! And just when I feel your prick getting ready to pop, I'll stop. I've got more delicious things in mind for making you come."

"You're every bit as horny as my ex-wife, Mary."

"I can out-fuck and out-suck any thirty-year-old broad any day."

"I bet you can."

Once I threw my body next to hers she went crazy with passion. She leaned forward and firmly cupped my prick with her right hand, manipulating my foreskin up and down the way she had seen me play with myself. But it was so much better having a fourteen-year-old sexpot stroke my meat.

While her right hand performed magic on my prick, she used her other hand to caress my balls. They were burning with animal lust. Meanwhile, I carefully pushed back the wet folds of her pussy and slipped a couple of moving fingers deep inside her mushy snatch. She moaned, bit her lips and squeezed my cock harder. Naturally, the longer I explored her honey-pot the hotter she got. I noticed that to the extent that I increased my finger action she did the same. She flipped her fingers up and down over the full length of my long hard stem.

She had started the movement by running her fingers gently over the soft red tip of my prick, but now she was going beyond that. She was applying her marvelous fingers vigorously to the total length of my pulsating member, all the while caressing and nestling my balls with her other hand.

"Oh, what you can do with your fingers, Tarn! They feel like a couple of electric eels inside my box!"

We were making some of the juiciest music together that I've ever made, maneuvering our fingers back and forth over each other's hot organ. As my ass cheeks twisted and flipped with every thrusting movement her fingers provided, I was in turn maneuvering my fingers brilliantly against her pussy. With authoritative, determined impact, I relentlessly drove my fingers purposefully ever deeper into her juicing mound.

As we continued our feverish pace, I realized I was preparing to discharge a load of gizm that she'd never forget. Once again I saw the wisdom of switching our sexual gears, so to speak, to delay shooting. So I proposed that we eat each other for awhile.

"I've got to nuzzle, lap and suck your cunty, my delicious Dena. I just know that your pussy juice tasted like wine and I want it smeared and dripping all over my in my hair, on my face, soaking my balls, cock, chest everywhere. Please, let's stop fingering and get down to sucking."

I could tell by the increased blaze of lust on her face that she was turned on by the prospect of a good suck.

"I'll let you scarf my box, Tarn, baby, only if you ram that big prick of yours down my throat. I'm dying to taste your come! I just know it's tastier than whipped cream, I bet. Will you let me gobble your joint?"

"Of course, my love. You car wrap your lips and tongue around it as long as you want. I'm itching to shove my prick into your mouth!"

Dena made the first move, removing her fingers from my cock and balls. She looked at me devouringly, licking her lips with great suggestiveness. Never have I seen a woman or girl look as ready to eat cock!

"I do so much want your tool between my lips, sweetheart, but before I do that I'd like to do something else first. But I'm too shy to ask."

She cast her eyes towards the bed coyly and, for a moment, she looked like a little girl, an effect that made her twice as appealing to me.

"Ask and you shall receive, my love. Anything. My only wish right now is to pleasure a come out of you that you'll never forget. Whatever it takes to get you off, I'll do it eat a banana out of your cunt, piss in your face, whip you, screw your ass whatever. Name it."

"Eventually I'd like to do all of those things with you, honey. For now I'll settle with licking your ass-hole."

She blushed.

"You don't think I'm depraved, Tarn, for wanting to work my tongue all over and up your ass?"

"Dearest, nothing done in the name of pleasure is depraved," I assured her, my ass-hole beginning to long for her hot young tongue.

"But I'll tell you what, Dena. Since you apparently have some scruples about ass-eating, let me eat yours first."

Dena was so turned on to the idea that she was already getting on all fours, tilting her pert and perfectly rounded bottom in the direction of my face. I began to slaver at the mouth looking at that juicy ass of her.

"A little mutual ass licking is just what the doctor ordered, right, Tarn."

"Right!"

I corked my face as tight between her cheeks as I could, stabbing her tiny pink puckered mouth of an ass-hole until I worked it inside a bit. The penetration evoked a wiggle and a sigh of euphoria from her, while she plunged two frenzied fingers into her pouring snatch.

"Oh, my terrific Tarn! That's wonderful, my love! Keep doing it, please! Ahhh, what an ass sucker you are! Your tongue feels like a flame entering my ass! And every time you stab it up there I get quivers and shivers inside my cunt! I'm juicing like I've never juiced before! Fuck my ass with your face and tongue, my love! Do it, you ass-sucker! Do it!"

As I quickened my pace, and the deeper I plunged my tongue into that creamy ass of hers, the harder she pushed her bottom into my face.

"Let's eat each other's ass at the same time," she suddenly commanded, hoarse with passion.

"Great idea," I replied, flopping her on her back and swinging my legs over her head so she could get at my ass-hole. I used my hands to keep her legs raised high so I could get easy access to her ass-hole. It was only a matter of seconds later that I felt her slimy tongue dart between my cheeks and begin stabbing up my ass. It was like having a worm wiggling up my ass.

Our bodies twisted with rhythmic grace and beat as we exchanged hot ass sucks. I kept drilling my tongue ever deeper inside her anus, pausing once in awhile to blow a little air up her ass too. If mine was the first ass Dena had ever gone down on, I must confess she was a born ass-licker. I've had my ass licked and sucked by experts, and none ever came close to triggering the hot ass thrills that Dena triggered with her proficient tongue.

As she kept on gobbling up my ass, my creative little Dena improvised another course of action. She reached out with her right hand and proceeded to fondle my come-swollen dick. As she kept sucking ass, she drove her nimble fingers sharply up and down the full length of my prick.

Recognizing a good thing, I decided two could play the same game. If she could exercise her fingers on my rod while she sucked my ass out, then I should certainly be able to perform a comparable accommodation. So into her juice-laved cunt went two of my fingers, massaging the walls of her pussy, which felt mushy and hot inside, something like wet velvet. Every once in awhile, she'd lift her face away from my ass just long enough to spit out a few hot admonitions, such as, "Eat my ass, you cocksucker! Shove that hot tongue of yours up there as far as you can! I wish you had a candy bar sticking out of your ass so I could eat it! Work your fingers in my pussy harder! Faster, you ass-eating prick! FASTER!"

We continued to ass-eat and finger each other this way for another ten or fifteen minutes, time and again bringing ourselves to the brink of a mind-blowing come and then pulling back. But I didn't know how much longer I could hold back my juices. I uncorked my mouth and tongue from her ass-hole long enough to tell her, breathlessly, "I'm about ready to blast off, my darling. My cock is literally bursting with cock juice. Oh, I want to cream so much!"

Dena also unfastened her feverish tongue from my ass-hole. I raised my butt so I could see her face looking at mine.

"I'm about ready to pop, too, Tarn. Let's really cut loose! Let's suck ass or whatever else we want and if we feel like coming ... let's let it go! No holds barred! Let's get at it!

The fact that I was about to have a sixty-nine with a fourteen-year-old beauty doubled my pleasure.

I slipped my tongue out of her ass-hole and began inching it toward her hot pussy. She gasped the closer I got to her juicy mound. I could smell the animal scents of her cunt and that drove me even crazier. I was all animal and so was she. And like all animals in heat, we threw off scents of our passion. If wildness had a smell, it was the smell of Dena's cunt-juices, something like fermenting wine with a touch of spice.

Her breathing was reaching a heavy level, and I knew she was holding back coming by the way she kept twisting her ass and tensing the muscles of her thighs as my face got closer to her pussy.

"Eat out my box," she screamed. "Oh, yeah, honey I want you to eat me so bad! You've got to bring me off, lover! I want to orgasm all over your face, daddy! I want to see your face wet with my pussy juice. Oh, darling! Suck me to a climax! I want you to suck and tongue till I shoot off! I wish I could squirt gizm in your hot mouth the way I want you to do in mine! You'll just have to be satisfied drinking the juice out of my snatch! They're like oozing honey, aren't they, sweetheart? Yeah that's it, baby! There! That's the magic button! Oh, what a cunt-licker you are! I wouldn't mind dying with your gorgeous face stuck in my snatch! Lick, you cocksucker! Lick and suck! Suck and lick!"

She lay back and surrendered herself to my hot, systematic ass licks. Then, no doubt in a spirit of reciprocation, she started working her tongue along the shaft of my pulsating member, lashing at the tiny red tip of my dome when she worked her way there. What a tongue! what a cunt!

Then she swallowed the whole length of my cock into her mouth and throat and I'm a good seven inches! Linda Lovelace had nothing on my darling little Dena! She could suck cock with the best of them. It felt like having my prick in the neck of a wet vacuum cleaner.

And while she worked my cock in and out of her mouth, with an occasional slide into her throat, I scarfed, as the kids say, her box. It was like hot pudding or warm whip cream. For me, and I think, for her it was the sixty-nine of the century long, totally abandoned, sopping wet. I knew that the juices were beginning to overflow for both of us, and that the experience would be registered in our memories for all time.

As my tongue kept on maneuvering in and out of her pussy with an occasional side-trip back to her ass-hole, which was almost as juicy by now as was her cunt I clutched at her thighs. That elicited a fresh round of spasms throughout her body, and a thrust of her pelvis into my face that threatened to envelop my whole head.

As her body twisted and turned under the vampire-like sucks of my mouth on her cunt, she moaned and pulled her nipples, gobbling my prick deep into her young throat, oh so velvety, wet and slimy! The quicker that I moved towards orgasm, the faster in turn that I wolfed away at her drippy snatch. I kept on driving my tongue feverishly into her sopping wet mound, bringing her also closer and closer to the moment of biological truth that is a climax.

At long last her juices started to spurt out of her pussy. I swallowed each creamy drop as if it was some precious fluid from a queen or a goddess, which, for me, at that moment Dena was. I was determined to capture every solitary drop that emerged from her soupy cunt. I wanted to eat her pussy load as eagerly as I expected her to swallow every drop of my come. This was a mutual suck job, wasn't it? I was never one to just be concerned about getting my nuts off and leaving the other person climbing the walls. Besides, I wanted to make certain that I satisfied Dena so completely, that whenever she was hot, wherever she was shoving a vibrator up her cunt, using her fingers, washing her snatch with soap and water, or lying in bed and just caressing her flat, hard belly wherever she was wanted her to think of me when she got hot. That meant leaving her so totally satisfied that there'd be no room for thoughts of any other man or lez when she turned on.

At any rate, I continued to lap up her juices while pressing my face as deep into her cunt as I could. And as I relentlessly sucked her to a technicolor climax, I got ready to unleash my own hot juices into her mouth which was ready, I knew, because she was drawing on the end of my cock as if her life depended on sucking out every drop of come from my balls.

I removed my face and tongue from her cunt just long enough to praise her for the way she sucked cock and to give her some instructions. And even though I knew she was finished coming, she kept lashing her tongue away at my cock with a fever that made it quite plain that this incredible artist of the mouth a veritable prodigy of prick and ass licking could probably fuck and suck until she expired from exhaustion. I'd been looking for a girl to match my insatiability for years. Who would have thought I'd meet my match, not in the form of a hooker or forty-year-old woman who had been t fucking all of her life, but in the form of a girl who had only left her childhood a few years previously!

"Oh, Dena, my doll-baby! How I loved eating you to a climax. You've got the tastiest, hottest cunt I've ever gone down on and I've eaten more snatch than I can remember."

"And your tongue is better than Rover's, my love a dog I once had and whom I'd let eat me out just after I started having periods."

Although the image of a dog inserting his necessarily longer tongue than mind made me jealous, I must confess that it also increased my passion in some perverse way. Nevertheless I was too fucking ready to shoot a load in her mouth to let the pros and cons of bestiality divert my attention from the main goal filling her young mouth with a discharge of come that would spill out over her face and hopefully drip down to her tits, from which I would lick my own come.

"Dena, my pet, you're only seconds away from getting a mouthful. Please don't stop now. If you won't take offence, I might suggest that you alternate gobbling my joint with an occasional lick and suck of my balls. I love to have each one taken into your mouth separately, and then feel you plunge my rod back into your mouth. And don't stop using your tongue wherever it happens to be. If you want to reinsert it back into my hot ass between sucks, I won't object one iota. I other words, you gorgeous woman-girl cocksucker fucker you I want all of me eaten balls, prick, ass! That's it, lover! Run your fingers over my butt while you're blowing me. Keep driving your tongue. Hang onto the cheeks of my ass, darling. Really clamp onto them, sweetheart. Oh, this is so good, baby. Yes, oh, it isn't going to be long before I spill hot juice into your mouth, cunt! That's it wiggle your tongue on the end of my dick! Gobble it! Let the spit slide along the length of my shaft! What a dirty sweet-loving cocksucker you are, Dena! Oh, I'm getting ready to shoot into your face, cunt! Don't stop now or I'll smash you! Just keep on eating and sucking and tonguing and fingering! Now eat my ass some more! Right! Now back to my balls! Right! Now blow a little air on my steaming balls! That feels so good!"

And just as I felt the gathering come in my balls getting ready to rush into the seminal tube and race along the full length of my cock and into her mouth

Dena yanking my burning prick out of her mouth to prolong my not coming.

Fourteen, but she was a past mistress at the artful tease and building sexual tension, so that when she did finally consent to eat a load out of my cock I'd come with a forcefulness that would blow out my guts.

"I want to work on your prick just a while longer, baby."

"Do what you want, Dena, my love. But I don't know how much longer I can keep from coming!"

"Don't try, sweetheart! If the cream starts to go

let it. I won't let any of it escape my mouth, Tarn, believe me! I'm hot to taste and swallow it

and rub some of it all over my face."

She went back to sucking my long dick, transferring her fingers from the cheeks of my ass to my balls. She cupped them in one hand as they were precious jewels. She proceeded to tickle my swelling testicles with her tongue, while she used one hand to stroke my cock. It felt so go having my balls massaged with her clever little tongue that I nearly came again, but I got hold myself and held the cream in check. It felt so go being sucked off by her that I really do wish could have been able to just have her eat me f hours. But I knew this incredible suck was comin to its magnificent and, hopefully thunderous end.

"Come on, Dena, go back to eating my die I'm dying to shoot cream into your mouth. That' it, baby! The juices inside my balls are really beginning to stir now! You're going to get a mouthful you'll never forget! And when I do come drink it all in, will you, lover? Drink every creamy drop into your hot young mouth!"

A few thrusting tongue stabs and sucks later, I knew I was about to peak out. There was just no way that I could withhold my juices any longer. I began to pump in and out of her mouth as if my cock were going in and out of pussy. Miracle of miracles, regardless of how furiously I pumped away, regardless how deeply I went into her throat, she took it all. Nothing was too much for her. She loved cock. My cock, anyway.

My juices began to gush into her mouth, she gulping every bit of it, holding onto the cheeks of my hot ass with all of her strength. My whole body rocked and convulsed atop of her, as my bursting prick released fiery white semen into her mouth. I could feel it splashing against her throat, shooting too on her lips and face. Dena's gorgeous young face was covered with white cream as I continued to discharge load after load. It was the come of my lifetime.

"Swallow it," I gasped. "Oh, darling, I'm giving you my all! Keep going, cunt! Suck! Swallow! Lick! Let my come become one with you! Please eat every drop of me! That's my essence! Sweet lips! Cunt-face! Delicious Dena! More, pussy-mouth! Oh, how sweet it is to have my juices run all over your face!"

While she fervently gulped down my cock juices, I watched her ever so lovingly. A few spurts of the liquid spilled out the sides of her mouth, but on the whole she was able to hang on to the load. She kept on gulping, swallowing the penis liquid as I lay there, my body trembling, enjoying the incredible sensations that were shooting through my whole being. I felt like one gigantic cock, lodged in the heart of some kind of universal pussy. I reached out with both hands, running my fingers through her sweaty hair, and all the while she continued to eat my dick. She swallowed the last few drops of hot come from my rod, then looked at me and winked.

"I guess I stack up as a pretty good cocksucker, don't I?" '

She deserved a compliment.

"You're in a class by yourself. You're just great, my darling. Nobody eats a better cock than you do. Those lips were born to be wrapped around prick. And that tongue of yours was designed to dart into ass-holes and fly up and down a big juicy cock like mine."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I'm glad to hear something like that from an expert like you. I know you've been sucked off by the best. It's a privilege for a young cunt like me to get a crack at an old stud like you. And incidentally, Tarn, you beautiful fucker you eat pussy like I've never had it eaten before. Your tongue is pure heaven inside my box. And when you use it to part my wet petals and lap the inside of my honey-box as far up as you can or when you insert it into my rosebud ass-hole you give me thrills from my toes to my head. In short you give the best head in town."

In gratitude for her generous praise, I reached out with both hands and slapped her buttocks. It made me feel good to touch her hot ass cheeks once more. As she lay there and looked at me, I knew that I'd have to get off my gun at least one more time. This gorgeous young lady had turned me on in such a manner that I couldn't get enough of her. I just wanted to eat and fuck her forever. She was literally restoring my youth. Indeed, the Fountain of Youth was between her legs, and I intended to avail myself of it until I was completely sated. When a girl is as sexy as Dena and I'm that horny, then there's nothing left to do but surrender to my passions. If I felt as if I had to fuck her or die. And now that I had fucked her once, it would be that much simpler to get her to perform more exotic things than conventional sucking and fucking. That's precisely what I had in mind.

But she was already way ahead of me.

"You know, Tarn, baby, I've got a groovy ass-hole," she said.

"I ought to know. Didn't I have my tongue rammed up it only minutes ago?"

"You're one of several men who have sucked it," she threw her head back and laughed.

"Who could fuck you without yielding to the temptation to eat out your ass?"

"What a lovely thing to say to a girl."

"It's nevertheless true, my love."

"But about my ass-hole."

"What about it? I said it was terrific. What more can I say?"

"I wasn't thinking of your really saying anything," she laughed. "I was thinking of more or less you doing something."

I knew she wanted some action in her ass-hole and fewer words, but I pretended I didn't understand. I, too, like games.

"What precisely did you have in mind, my love?"

She blushed and became somewhat shy. I suddenly realized that in spite of her seeming sophistication and experience, she was, after all, only fourteen talking openly about her desires had to be a relatively new experience because of her youth.

"Tell me exactly what you want, Dena. Nothing that two people do in bed is dirty or perverse so long as both of them desire it."

"Would you think I was a bad girl if I asked you to hump me in the ass?"

This sudden transformation into girlish innocence I found irresistible.

"You silly little girl. You're blushing! Don't you know that millions of people fuck each other up the ass, with cocks, fingers, tongues, dildoes, vibrators

whatever is within reach. Ass-fucking is perfectly normal. And as for fucking you in the ass

do you have any idea how much of an honor and joy it is to know that you want a man my age to screw your charming little ass-hole?"

When she saw I approved of her desire to be fucked up the ass, she redonned her front of sophistication and now behaved as if anal sex were the most common thing in her life.

"Well, I'm glad you go for it. Because I love ass-screwing. All I want you to do first is lubricate my ass-hole. You can dip your finger in my cunt and use my own cunt juice to make my ass-hole slippery or spit, or Vaseline."

"I'll do anything you want, Dena. And if you're ready to get cock shoved up your young hole, I'm ready, too."

"That's the spirit, Tarn, my love," she chuckled. "Now, how about less conversation and more action? I can't wait to have you stab my hot ass with your long, fat peter. But go into some ass-playing first. I want you to play with my ass cheeks, really get rough with them, then finger-fuck my ass-hole. You know a lot of sex is build up. You've got to get yourself into the right mood."

Dena was once again exhibiting her sexual precociousness.

"I thought you were in the right mood for ass-hole fucking already," I asked, a little confused by her remarks. Did she want me to fuck her ass right off or wait a while? I wasn't quite sure. In either case, I'd do anything to humor her. I would do nothing to risk losing her.

"Oh, no, don't get me wrong, darling! I am in the mood. It's just that I'm going to feel even more excited after you've fooled around with my ass-hole for a bit. First caress my butt. Come on, lover, get real fresh with my ass. Pinch the cheeks a little. I'd love it."

Obviously my little Dena has a slightly masochistic streak in her.

"They're fresh ass cheeks to start with," I grinned.

"True. And you'll soon see just how fresh they are when you plunge your fingers into my crack. Come on, honey, really finger my ass crack. Really clutch my butt."

I did precisely that. She heaved with pleasure.

"I hope you're as wild about fucking my ass-hole as you were about sucking my twat and getting your big juicy twang sucked off."

"Believe me, darling, I'm about as wild as a man can get," I told her bluntly. "You just lie back and enjoy yourself, sweetheart. I'm going to do an ass job on you that you'll never forget."

"Go to it, baby."

I reached out with both hands, allowing my fingers to clutch sharply against her hot buttocks. As I swept my fingers over her ass, her body began to gyrate, squirm and spasm, her pink tongue flicking in and out of her cunty mouth.

"That's groovy," she exclaimed. "Your fingers are positively wild, darling! Oh, run them over my butt and around and deep into the crack of my ass! My ass loves your fingers! You can even pinch and scratch the cheeks of my ass if you want to, lover! I can tell you love to play with ass!"

As my fingers probed the crack of her ass she began to growl like some young she-animal. I really had a hot young piece on my hands. My fingers were turning white from the pressure that I was exerting on the cheeks of her ass. The sharper and more intensely that I dug and ground them into her ass, the more turned on she became. More and more clear it became to me that Dena liked a little pain mixed in with her sex. Which was fine for me because I, too, relished giving and receiving various degrees of pain in making love.

"Come on and fuck me," she urged. "Oh, move your fingers, baby. That's it, sweetheart fuck my ass with your fingers. Keep plunging your hot finger into my ass. It feels like a small cock inside my butt hole. That's it, lover! Screw it in and wiggle it around inside my ass. What an ass fucker you are, Tarn!"

At that point I felt the time had come to manipulate her ass really fiercely, so that it would be beautifully hot and greasy, ready for a slide of my big prick into her ass. I really dug my finger into her ass now.

"That's it, baby! Fuck ass," she yelled at the top of her voice, and for the second time that afternoon I gave praise that there was no one home to hear her animal cries of ecstasy.

"Drive your finger deep into my ass-hole. Come on, love, dig, probe, wiggle, twist, shoot and stab your finger in and out of my ass."

As I accommodated her, stroking my prick while I did so, her hips shook and trembled. She was insane with pleasure. And the more her hips twisted, rose and fell and the more her hips ground, the hotter I became. She knew just how to propel me into ever greater states of excitement.

"Oh, yeah, my love," she sighed. "Don't stop using your finger until I command you to. And every once in awhile, I want you to pinch my ass or pull a little on my pubic hair while you're screwing me this way! Oh, how I love the way you keep shoving your finger up my ass-hole!"

I was having trouble once more holding back my cream. I thought I had emptied my balls the last time I shot a load into her pussy. But the excitement of stabbing her ass-hole with my finger, plus all the cries of ecstasy and obscene movements she was making, had gotten the sperm factory in my balls to produce another load of come, and it had to splash out of the head of my dick soon or I'd explode. What I really was intent on doing was to persuade her to let me jam my cock up her ass so I could come inside her there. The mere thought of shooting a stream of steaming gizm into her ass-hole nearly got my nuts off.

"I've got to fuck you with my prick right now, lover. There's no more room for waiting. My cock is swollen with come dying to discharge into that tight canal of yours."

"I figured you must be about ready, big-dick-daddy. Why don't you go into the bathroom and get yourself some Vaseline. I want your prick to slip into my ass real easy and sloppy. Then you can fuck my ass as long and as hard as you want. I'll even let you squirt into my ass if you want, darling. Does that sound good to you?"

"When I'm this hungry, baby, you'd better believe it does."

I got up quickly from the bed, reaching out and slapping her hard on the ass a couple of times as I left the bedroom for the bathroom.

"While you're gone, I'll play with my pussy. But, for chrissake, hurry up and get the Vaseline. I'm itching to get your big prick shoved up my ass!"

In the bathroom, I opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. I returned to the bedroom with it and began smearing a handful all over my cock. Dena watched me grease up my rod, smacking her lips and running her tongue over them. Then I scooped a big wad of Vaseline on my finger and began packing it up her ass-hole.

"Ah, that feels sensational, lover! Yes, baby. Work the Vaseline all the way up there. Oooohhh! I think I could get off just with a Vaseline and finger job, but I want your throbbing prick up there when I come. Yes, my darling daddy-lover I think I'm all set to receive your cock stabs up my ass. Are you ready to ass fuck me, sweetheart? Because if you are, I am. You haven't seen anything until you've seen my ass twist and churn and spin and hump while I've got a prick jammed up my ass!"

"I wouldn't be surprised by anything you do, my darling baby-doll."

"But before you start screwing me up the ass, how about sucking my tits a while?"

"Of course. Any particular way you want me to suck your tits? Hard? Soft? Fast?"

"How about alternating hard and soft and fast and slow? I like different tempos and pressures when my tits are being sucked. I dig having the nipples being nibbled with your teeth, too."

"Okay, lover. Here I go."

I took one of her gorgeous tits into my mouth and sucked hard on it. She literally writhed with pleasure.

"Do it, baby! I want to feel your hot tongue on my tit! That's it. Chew on the nipple while you hold the mound of my tit in your hand, squeezing it."

I moved my tongue back into action, lashing the nipple fiercely. As I worked on her nipple, she arched her body back, digging every pull of my mouth, flipping her hips with wild, passionate ecstasy.

"That's wild, lover," she exclaimed. "I really dig that, sweetheart. Oh, go ahead and move your tongue to the other breast. I want them both eaten and pulled."

I did as I was requested to do, eating her left tit now with all my might and appetite. While I ate her tits I slowly jerked on my cock. My balls felt loaded with hot come. I knew the time had arrived to release my prick from my hand, otherwise I'd shoot off before even getting into her ass.

"The time has come to screw your ass, lover."

"Do you want me to turn over on my stomach?"

"Yes, Dena. Get on your stomach. I want to see that young ass of yours staring me in the face, with the cheeks of your ass wide open, your hot ass-hole waiting for hot cock and come!"

She threw herself over on her stomach, spreading her legs ever so slightly, showing me her ripe, full ass cheeks. I looked at her inviting ass-hole. My prick was supercharged with energy, and I could hardly wait to sink it inside her plump rump.

"Screw my butt, lover! Ride my ass like you've never ridden an ass before! Pump your prick into it! Jam that fat meat of yours as far as it will go! Oooooh! I really love the way you fuck! Please don't stop! Pound your rod into me till I go crazy and juice all over the place!"

My cock had slipped snugly into her anus. The Vaseline facilitated entry greatly. As my fingers clutched her ass cheeks firmly, I drove my prick forward and backward, corkscrew fashion. She begged me to fuck her harder, showing her no mercy. With steaming passion I pushed my hot flaming prick deep into her, thrusting it high and hard into the canal of her ass. I could feel my prick pressing up against her vaginal wall.

"Keep on screwing," she exclaimed. "Don't stop ass fucking, lover!"

I drove it in frenziedly, pushing my prick ever deeper into her anus, pumping and driving as I moved myself ever closer to the point of climax.

"Fuck my ass!" she ordered, her voice husky with passion. "Oh, come on and drive your cock, baby! Do it to me good! Work in your prick as far as it can go! What an ass-hole fucker you are! Screw it, daddy! Screw it until you juice inside my ass! That's what I want, baby hot come splashing inside my ass, dripping out all over your balls. I might have you eat the come out of my ass, too! Meanwhile, fuck, screw, ram, pump, thrust, jab, stab, drive, push FUCK MY ASS!"

I kept savagely pumping my cock ever deeper into her rectum. As my hot, stimulating thrust continued, I recognized how closely I was moving to the point of climax. I kept probing and pumping, pushing my hot stick deeper, doing everything that I could to please her. I ground my teeth, exercising even greater passion as the movements continued. I pumped hard, driving myself ever nearer the moment of a wild explosion.

"Fuck me," she yelled out again. "Oh, I know you're getting close to juicing in me, my love, and I can hardly wait! It'll feel so good when you do come in me. What do you think of my hot ass? Do you like it?"

"I think it's the greatest," I sighed. "Yeah, what an ass you've got! I want to fuck it, suck it fall asleep with my face buried in it."

With brilliant, surging passion I kept my burning dick pumping for everything I was worth.

As her hips kept swinging, twisting back and forth quickly and sharply, my cock kept grinding. Steadily I kept things going, my heart palpitating quickly as I moved much closer, driving my prick ever more zealously into her ass-hole as I reached the final few thrusts of the act.

"Oh, keep your pecker inside my ass-hole," she moaned. "Oh, darling, you really know how to grind a cock into a girl's crack, don't you! I hope I'm doing a good job twisting my ass cheeks for you."

"You're doing an incredible job, my love." And I meant it. I was gasping. My prick was on fire. Her sweet, tight ass was terrific. I'd never screwed an ass like her before. "I love it, sweetie."

A few burning stabs later, the first few droplets of my hot white orgasmic liquid began to rush out of my prick.

I watched as her ass cheeks flexed some more and her butt twisted. She heaved a sigh, recognizing that the great moment had been reached. My hot juices were exploding out of the end of my stick and into her ass-hole.

"Oh, keep it juicing," she exclaimed. "That's it send the hot stuff spurting out of your beautiful prick, baby. Yeah, oh, this is really great. Groovy! Shoot that slimy white hot stuff far into my ass! I want to feel it! Let it all come out, darling! Oh, the cream is exploding on the walls of my ass! What a sensation! Are you a fucker! I wish I could keep that big prick of yours stuffed up my ass forever! I want to die with your ass inside of me! Your come is so thick, so creamy, so hot and sticky! What a load you're leaving inside my ass! Come on, honey, oh, keep it pouring into me!"

A few seconds later, I unloaded the last few droplets of my hot, creamy sperm from the end of my spear into her sucking ass-hole (it felt like her mouth drawing on my pecker). As I turned my cock loose from her anus, she looked at me and winked fondly.

"And you thought that you were too old for me," she laughed. "Shame on you, baby. This was the best fuck and suck off I've ever had. You can teach those young dudes a thing or two, let me tell you."

"I bet you tell that to all the hot super studs you jump under the sheets with," I chuckled, proud that a young wanton like her could have derived so much pleasure from a man old enough to be her father even a young grandfather.

"Tarn, I mean it. You were something else. No young cock can compare with an experienced dick like yours. I guess that's why I prefer balling older men. I know up front they know what to do with a hot twat. Old guys don't get shocked, either, when you ask them to do things a little beyond the ordinary like sucking cunt, ramming cock up my ass or pissing on my face if that turns me on."

I was full of gratitude myself for this young fuck-artist. She had put twenty years on my life, carrying me to peaks of pleasure that I didn't realize existed before.

"Does your enthusiasm for what we've just done mean that I can have a return engagement with you, my love?"

"You better believe it. My ass, cunt, mouth, tongue and hands are available to you any time you want them. In fact, if you don't fuck me again," at this point she got a mischievous glint in her hot sexy eyes and smiled, "If you don't do everything you've done to me over again, not once again but whenever I start thinking of your beautiful hot cock, I'll tell my daddy that you raped me."

A cold shudder went through me until I saw that she was only kidding.

"Threats and warnings aren't necessary, my love. I'm yours for as long as you want me."

Dena made me fuck her once again before we parted that day, and we met half a dozen times thereafter. Then my world fell apart. Dena's dad, my old friend, decided to move to Europe for good taking Dena with him. What he didn't realize is that he was also taking my heart. Because I had fallen in love with Dena. Yes, I'm not afraid to admit it, a man my age falling in love with a fourteen-year old girl. Does that mean that I unconsciously always wanted a daughter and Dena unconsciously fulfilled that desire for me? That I'm immature? That I'm merely another dirty old man from the swelling ranks of millions of dirty old men?

Who knows the answer to the above questions. Getting the answers is one of the reasons I agreed to volunteer my affair with Dena to this survey. But whether I get answers or not, one thing is sure. I miss Dena and that young, tight snug, delicious cunt of hers not to mention her ass and mouth-watering tits has spoiled me forever with older females. All I can think of is how and when I'm going to seduce my next young girl.

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