Chapter 4
Case of the Ravished Infant
"Golly, I sure don't want to tell you all that stuff about Old Gus and me because, really, it's so embarrassing. And, besides, I promised my mommy I wouldn't tell. She said it's best for a girl to put such awful things out of her mind and not let them louse up her life.
"But, gee, I guess I should tell you what happened because I just can't forget. I guess I really do need the help of someone like you in getting rid of these achy feelings I've had in my body ever since Old Gus moved away-feelings like ... like I want to strip naked for every other old geezer who comes along. Mommy don't know it but, gosh, if I can't get rid of these feelings I'm liable to really get a bad reputation.
"Who is Old Gus? Well, I can't tell you exactly who he is because that's the only name I ever knew him by. His last name is one of those real long, funny-sounding German names. He's real big and tall, with a long, red moustache, and he talks with a funny German accent that's hard to understand. Once I heard Mommy say that he's way up around sixty years of age; and that his last wife died just a few years before we got to know him.
"I was ten when Old Gus rented our little house out in back next to the garage. I thought he was the nicest man I'd ever met, outside of my daddy, because he always had candy for me and after school he'd sit in the rocking chair on his front porch and tell me stories about the fun he had as a kid in Germany, and he'd let me light his big pipe, and sometimes he'd play catch with me. But most of all I liked it when he let me sit on his lap, because then he'd bounce me softly on something that pressed into my fanny and whisper how pretty I was.
"Mommy and Daddy liked him a whole lot, too, and after a little while they'd let him baby-sit for me when they went out night clubing or to a party. They would ask him into our house where he could watch our color TV, make me put my pajamas on, and make sure that I went to bed by ten o'clock. Then they would leave, all dressed up fit to kill, and not return until two or three in the morning.
"And for a couple of years, Old Gus did exactly as my mommy and daddy told him: he'd let me watch TV for a while with him, then he would send me straight to bed. Of course, he'd bounce me on that lump of his sometimes and reach under my pajama top to hold my bare chest, brushing his fingers on my tiny nipples and making me feel real good and tingly, but he always sent me to bed right at the stroke of ten-usually sending me on my way with a little squeeze of my fanny.
"Yeah, Old Gus was real well behaved for a couple of years, never making any passes at me that were out of the way. Or at least they didn't seem out of the way because even my daddy held me around my bare chest and bounced me on his lap sometimes. But then two things happened when I reached the age of twelve-which was just a year ago-that changed everything: my breasts began to grow, soon reaching out to little one-inch points, and my parents gave a big party in our house, deciding that Old Gus should take care of me out in his place where I wouldn't be kept awake by the party noise.
"Of course, Mommy and Daddy sort of looked on Old Gus as a member of the family by now and so did I. But-wow!-we sure shouldn't have. Because it was only about a half hour after he tucked me in on his couch and turned out the lights that I heard him tiptoeing back, coming straight toward me. I had my eyes closed and I kept them closed, pretending I was asleep. For some dumb reason I kept my eyes closed and gave him no answer even when he whispered real close to me: 'Roxanne, honey, are you asleep?'
"I guess it was kind of a game with me, fooling him into thinking I was fast asleep, because I breathed louder and louder until I almost sounded like I was snoring. Anyway, I sure convinced him. And I convinced myself, too, that Old Gus really wanted me to be fast asleep. A few seconds later I felt my covers being slowly pulled off and felt myself being eased onto my back. What's he doing with me? I wondered. But I didn't pretend to wake up because I figured the only way to find out what he was doing was to keep up my playacting.
"Then suddenly I felt it, his hands unbuttoning my pajama top and laying my breasts bare. I heard him exclaim in a whisper, 'Ach, liebste! Wunderbar ... wunderbar!' Then he started breathing loud and fast like a steam engine and the next thing I knew his hot, open mouth was closing around one of my little plum-size boobs, softly sucking, drawing it in deeper and deeper while his tongue licked all around the nipple.
"Golly gee, I didn't know what to do! I wanted to push his head away and demand angrily that he leave me alone, or at least play like I was rolling over on my stomach in my sleep-but it felt so ... so good ... so nice and warm and tingly. And it got better and better, especially when he switched his mouth over to my other boobie and began to feel up the first one which was all wet from his spit, sort of milking it gently with his long, knobby fingers.
"I couldn't help myself. I had to let him keep on sucking and fingering my naked chest, not only because it made me feel so nice and grown up-you see, I'd heard lots of the older girls at school talking about boys sucking their boobs-but because I figured that he'd soon be through. Also, believe it or not, I didn't want to hurt Old Gus's feelings. After all, I thought, he'd been so wonderful to me, giving me candy and all that.
"And I guess that's where I made my big mistake, letting him continue on, because very soon I felt him unbuttoning my pajama bottoms at the side and softly running his hand down low over my tummy, at the same time keeping my right breast in his hot, sucking mouth. Oh, wow! That started my whole body tingling! Even as far down as my toes! And then ... then he lifted his mouth and hand off me.
"He was through playing around with me for the night, I figured, and in a way I was glad-I sure didn't think that I could go on with my fake sleep much longer. With all the crazy excitement building up in my tummy, it was all I could do to keep from moaning out loud. Only he wasn't through! No, no! The next thing I knew, Old Gus was slowly and gently pulling my pajama bottoms down to my ankles, then spreading my knees wide, then ... then cupping all of my fat, fuzzy pussy in his hand.
"Oh, golly, it was the first time someone else had felt me down there! Of course, my parents had when I was a tiny baby, but I'd long forgotten that and, besides, it's a lot different having it done when you're a twelve-year-old, with a little grown-up hair on your pussy, and a lot of sensitive feeling in it, and by a horny old man who's been married several times. Now I really did feel like jumping up and yanking my pajamas back on, not getting real mad but just politely asking him to please leave me alone so I could sleep.
"Only I couldn't. I started to, but then he started running his long, rough index finger inside my pussy slit and sighing quietly, 'Ja, is ver goot young cunt. Ver goot for eating.' I didn't understand what he meant about my pussy being good for eating and cared less. All I cared about was the sensational new experience of being masturbated in my pussy by a finger other than my own-and by a great big finger that was a hundred times more expert at it than my own.
"Then suddenly, as Old Gus's finger found my hard, excited little clit, I felt another wonderful, very familiar sensation in the region of my chest. The dirty old geezer had decided to suck my little titty-nubbins some more while he was jazzing his finger in my pussy! Not that I had any complaints. Holy gee, how could I complain when my whole body was catching on fire with passion and begging for more and more? And how could I keep quiet any longer with my pussy beginning to explode in a giant climax-the first climax I'd ever had in my life?
" 'Ohhhhhhh, my pussy feels so good ... sooooo gooooood,' I moaned. 'Please, Elmer, rub your finger faster, faster, FASTER! Ooooooooo, yes, yes, yes ... that's right. Golleeeeee, something's happening ... something ... some-thiiiiing ... ! '
"Of course, that Elmer bit was to make Old Gus think I was talking in my sleep-because I was afraid that he'd get scared and run if he knew I was awake. And, let me tell you, it really worked. He speeded up with his finger just like I wanted him to until he felt me trembling in my climax, then quickly, without even pulling up my pajamas, he scurried back to his bedroom puffing like a locomotive.
"In fact, Old Gus kept right on puffing for a long time after he left me. I could hear him, even though his door was almost all the way closed. And that made me wonder. Why is the old geezer still breathing so hard? I asked myself. Curious, I quietly slipped out of my couch-bed, got my pajamas back on and crept over to his door for a peek.
"Well, wouldn't you know it? Old Gus was lying naked on his bed, masturbating like everything. It was pretty dark in his bedroom but I could plainly see by the dim window-light that he had an awfully big sex organ. Golly, it looked all of a foot long, though maybe it was mostly in my imagination-not ever having seen a man with an erection before. Anyway, he kept spitting on it and pumping it in his hand, changing hands about every half minute, puffing louder and louder, finally getting himself so tired that he just gave up and collapsed on his back.
" 'Dummkopf! Vy don't you come?' I heard him growl between his gasps for breath. 'Vun of dees days I get mad und slice you up like baloney!'
"What an experience! I couldn't sleep a wink the whole rest of the night on account of it, especially since my breast nipples kept right on tingling and my pussy kept right on itching, sort of, and oozing juice. Several times I got real mad to think of Old Gus taking advantage of me when he thought I was asleep, and once I even planned to tell my daddy on him. Daddy would've been fit to be tied; in fact, he probably would've chased Old Gus away that very same day, which was exactly what I wanted.
"But then I'd feel that good tingling again and that got me to thinking differently about the whole business-because, after all, he really hadn't hurt me. And what's more, a little voice kept repeating over and over again, I might want Old Gus to do it again sometime. Sometime real soon.
"So I didn't tell another soul about what happened that night in the back house while my parents were having their party, and I never once let on to Old Gus that I was awake when he sucked my little titty-sprouts and fingered my pussy slit. Instead, I told my daddy and mommy that I slept real good on Old Gus's couch better even than in my own bed. And do you know what my daddy and mommy answered? Golly, I never thought they would, but they answered that Old Gus could take care of me in his own place from then on when they stayed out late, because that way he and I would both get a full night's sleep.
"That meant I would be sleeping alone in Old Gus's place at least once a week! Alone on his couch, with him sneaking in to play around with my private parts when he figured I was asleep!
"Holy gee! It kind of scared me at first, thinking of what was bound to happen. Still, in a way, it kind of excited me and I actually looked forward to the next time-which came just three days later. Just three days later my parents announced that they had to go to a stage play with my daddy's boss and his wife and precisely at 7:00 P.M. they escorted me in my pajamas to the back house, gave Old Gus a couple of tall cans of beer and a five-dollar bill, instructed me to be in bed by eleven, and drove away in their car.
"Well, as you might guess, Old Gus was ready for bed long before eleven and so was I. Not only were the television programs lousy after ten but we both agreed that we were awfully tired and sleepy-which were two very good excuses. In two shakes of a lamb's tail he had my blankets and pillow spread out on the couch and I had my body all nicely tucked in. Draining the last of his beer with a big gulp and a loud belch, he said, 'Sleep tight, leibchen,' then turned out the light and disappeared into his bedroom. A few minutes later his light clicked out and all was quiet except for the pounding of my heart.
"I don't know how long I waited but it seemed like hours. You know how time drags when you're waiting for someone, especially when you want them to hurry? Well, every minute dragged slower and slower, and I got drowsier and drowsier, and finally I just couldn't help falling asleep. I mean, fast asleep. Suddenly the whole world blacked out and the next thing I knew I was in a beautiful big palace that was straight out of the Arabian Nights.
"Holy smokes, what a dream! There I was, sort of lost in that palace, when a couple of giant black men started chasing me through the long corridors, laughing to each other that their master would be pleased to have a nice young virgin like me in his harem. For some crazy reason my feet were so heavy that I couldn't run much faster than a walk. In just a jiffy those black palace servants had ahold of me and were dragging me, kicking and screaming, to a very luxurious chamber where we were greeted by a young, handsome guy wearing a lot of rich-looking robes and a turban that was literally plastered with big diamonds and rubies.
"I don't remember exactly what he said to the two servants who captured me, but, anyway, he thanked them for doing their duty and then told them to scram, after which he ordered me to strip naked so he could see what kind of a body I had. So I stripped, figuring that if I was going to be in his lousy harem I'd better start pleasing him right then. And, d'ya know what? I figured correctly. With no hesitation, the sheikh or raa-harajah, or whatever he was, grabbed me up in his strong arms, carried me to a huge round pillow that was as big as a king-size bed, and laid me down on my back.
"Then-wow!-I found out what happens to new harem girls. First of all, Ali Baba or whatever his name was sucked my boobies like maybe they were prime steaks and he hadn't eaten in ten years. And in my dream I had plenty for him, too. I remember that my breasts stuck way far out, even farther than Mommy's and she is size thirty-six. Only my boobs weren't enough for the horny bastard; he wanted to suck on my pussy, too, and stick his tongue way far in. And while he was doing that, putting me in orbit with sexual excitement, he wanted me to masturbate his great long penis for him. And finally, after I had masturbated him for a little while, he wanted me to suck his rigid penis real good so he could have an orgasm in my mouth!
"Well, in my dream I guess I would've done that last thing he asked, because, after all, he was my master, but I was too out of my mind with his tongue licking all up and down inside my pussy slit to concentrate on anything else. In fact, I started crying out to him for more and more of his tongue-licking, begging him to please stick his tongue right into my pussy-hole-as far as it would go. In fact-are you ready for this?-I begged so hard and got so fiery hot inside my pussy that I woke up.
"And if you weren't ready for that, maybe you'll be ready for this: I woke up completely naked, with my knees spread high and wide, and a real, live tongue shoved deep into the slit of my pussy, furiously licking all up and down, sweeping over my clit and peehole, lapping up my flood of boiling hot passion juice. AND IN MY HAND THERE WAS A MAN'S LONG, HARD, HOT, THROBBING PENIS!
"At first I wasn't too sure that I was awake, but then I got a better look at the huge, paunchy hulk leaning down over me and knew right away that it didn't belong to the handsome young dude in my dream. All that fat and all that huffing and puffing and snorting could only belong to Old Gus. And-damn it!-I don't mind telling you that the sudden drastic change got me mad.
" 'Wh-what are you doing to me, Gus?' I demanded angrily, letting go of his big, hot penis and noticing that the palm of my hand was real oily and slippery. 'Stop it! Take your head out of there! I don't want you doing that to me, Gus! It isn't nice!' And with that I shoved his head out from in-between my legs, rolling quickly over onto my stomach.
"But Old Gus was too worked up to stop. 'Ach, mein little liebchen, don't get mad mit Old Gus,' he stammered, running his big paws up my legs and around the tight little cheeks of my fanny, grasping them and spreading them far apart. 'Dis vill make you feel real goot ... real goot.'
" 'No ... no ... I don't like it!' I whimpered, starting to cry. 'Please, please go away and leave me alone!'
"Then-holy gee!-I had no sooner got out the last word when I felt something long and hot and real wet snaking its way deeper and deeper between the cheeks of my fanny as he stretched them apart with his hands. At first I got real scared, thinking it was Old Gus's long, hard penis, but, no, it was too wiggly for that. It has to be his tongue! I thought, a little relieved, but still I couldn't help crying. It was so new and shocking to me, having a man's tongue sliding around and licking in my rear.
"But then, suddenly, while I was sobbing away and trying hard to pinch by fanny cheeks tight together, it started to feel good, just like Old Gus said it would. I didn't stop my crying but I relaxed my fanny muscles, actually making it easier for his hot, slithering tongue to have its way-especially its way on top of and all around my rectum. Golly, I couldn't help myself, it felt so good. I even found myself pushing my rectum out to catch more of his tongue, feeling-oooo-eeee!-feeling the tip of his tongue worming into my rectum a little way, and feeling the mouth of my rectum grabbing at it, trying to suck it in deeper.
"It was the funniest, craziest feeling! I didn't understand what was happening to me, but I suddenly felt like I was sort of slipping back into my dream, pretending that I was back on the giant pillow with the handsome young sheikh making love to me, offering me his big, beautiful penis to play with. Reaching my hand out, I searched for and found Old Gus's hard, throbbing organ, at the same time crying louder to show that it was my aroused body, not me, that was slowly giving in.
" 'Ja, ja, little vun, take mein cock und jack it off,' I heard my passionate young sheik master say in a husky, strangely familiar accent as he lifted his face slightly from the crevice of my rear. 'You vun nice little liebchen, so now I giff you somsing ver goot.'
"With that, and me still laying on my belly, the horny young prince charming with the thick German accent pulled my legs far apart, crammed the blankets under my hips to raise them up, then shoved his face down deep in my crotch, smack over my pussy! Then the next instant his long, hot, drooling tongue was going to work all over again, slithering across my clit and peehole, snaking into my tight little vagina, furiously lapping up my spewing pussy juice like he desperately needed it to keep from dying of thirst.
"Wowee! What a feeling! It was a thousand times more exciting than his finger had been. Old Gus's finger, I mean, because now I wasn't pretending to be dreaming anymore-I was back on eath, body and mind, and I was thinking that Old Gus was every bit as good as any young sheikh, if not a whole lot better. And I was thinking, too, of how hot and exciting his huge, quivering, brick-hard sex organ was in my hand, especially with that oily stuff oozing out of it and making it nice and gushy, like the inside of my pussy slit.
"Don't ask me why but just the same I kept on crying and pleading with him to stop what he was doing and go away. 'Oh, please, please stop that!' I sobbed as I raised my fanny up higher to give him more of my pussy, at the same time milking his swollen penis faster and faster. 'This isn't nice what we're doing. It's dirty and nasty and ... and ... ohhhhhhhhh, I can't take it anymore ... I can't ... I CAAAAAAN'T!'
"That was the truth, too. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt my whole insides catching on fire from Old Gus's tongue racing over my clit and jabbing deep into my pussy-hole-so much on fire that all of a sudden my insides just up and exploded from the boiling heat. I mean, without any exaggerating, that it felt like an atom bomb going off in my guts. I mean, I felt like I was being skyrocketed right straight into heaven.
" 'Ja, ja, mein hot little cunt,' came a muffled voice from between my legs as I jerked and squirmed and trembled all over the couch, 'giff me lots and lots uf your nice, sveet virgin come. Dot's right, Roxanne, mein little passion vlower, keep it vlowing for Old Gussy.'
"The next instant I felt his long, flat tongue back in my wide-open slit, shoveling up my flooding orgasm juice for all it was worth. At the same time I could hear the loud sound of his wild slurping and the even louder sound of his ecstatic grunting. But I didn't mind that so much. Oh, no. What I minded was something else he did right in the midst of his slurping and grunting.
"Do you know what that dirty old man did? He had an orgasm right in my hand. One second I was pumping away on his penis, sort of lost in the thrill of my own terrific climax but dimly aware of his meat getting hotter and more swollen, then the next second-BOOM!-it bucked a couple of times and shot a stream of creamy goo smack into the palm of my hand. Yekh! What an awful feeling, having that hot, gooey stuff from his testicles in my hand. And yet-and yet it was kind of exciting-in a way.
"And he was very polite about it. Realizing what he'd done in my hand, Old Gus scurried quickly into the bathroom, brought back a washcloth and, after wiping my pussy dry, cleaned the mess from my palm. I was still sobbing a little, so next he patted me gently on my head and said very soothingly: 'Dot's all right, mein little sveety. You vill like it better nex' time. Nex' time I von't wake you from your sleep und maybe I jus' suck your pretty little apple-stru-del titties.' Then, satisfied that he'd calmed me down as much as possible, he retired to his bedroom and closed the door.
"Only I wasn't calmed down one little bit. I kept thinking of what he'd done to me, licking his tongue all up and down the crack of my rear and pussy slit, then shooting his penis-cream into my hand. It made me boiling mad, the idea of that old man taking advantage of a little girl like me, getting me so passionate that I was forced to let him do those things. Golly, I even had a feeling, just for a second, that I ivanted him to fuck me! If he had tried to stick his penis in me when I was so hat from his tongue licking, I probably would've let him. And that would've been terrible, just terrible, I thought.
"So do you know what I made up my mind to do? I made up my mind to tell my daddy and mommy. Wowee! Would they ever get mad. They'd kick him out so fast it would make his head swim. Maybe ... maybe they'd even call the police and have him thrown in jail for child molesting.
"But I didn't tell. Because the next morning when I got dressed and went to my mommy, I got to thinking that if I told it would be the end of all my fun for maybe years and years. It would mean no more of Old Gus's good candy and no more playing catch with him and no more bouncing on his lap while he told me wonderful stories about Germany. But most of all, it would mean no more of you know what: getting my little boobies and pussy sucked. Sure, it was awful, getting my first taste of sex from an old geezer like Gus, but-holy gee!he was better than nobody at all; he sure was a lot better than masturbating with my own damn little ol' finger!
"At least those were the excuses I gave myself and, swearing myself to secrecy, I looked forward more and more to the next Saturday night when my parents had a date to go bowling with my aunt and uncle. When Saturday evening finally dragged around and I was sent in my pajamas and robe to spend the night with Old Gus, I was so excited from the long waiting that my pussy was already beginning to fill up with wetness, even though I washed it good before leaving my house. In fact, I not only cleaned my pussy real good for Old Gus but I took a good, hot bubble bath and touched some perfume on my earlobes and spread a little talcum on my boobies and belly."
Here we deal with perhaps the most classic case of nymphophilia in this book. It has all the components of true obsession and of true nymphophile-like planning and deceit.
One of the things usually not recognized about the nymphophile is that when his obsession is of a high order, he becomes a canny pursuer. He can, and does, develop all of the subtlety and stealth of a professional burglar in his scene-setting productions, which are usually designed to win the trust of the child-and, in this case, the child's parents.
Gus is so typical that he fits the mold of what we would regard as the model of a nymphophile. First, there are undertone suggestions that he is seeking to relive his happier early life in that he has identified the girl with his departed wife. He is using what psychoanalysts refer to as a mildly dissociative process, and it is quite--likely that he becomes transported to other scenes by virtue of the substitute relationship. In a word, he is able to displace certain fragments of the reality which surrounds him, which is what is meant by the earlier comment that nymphophiles (pedophiles, in that reference) are often schizophrenic. However, this is not quite so serious as it sounds on the surface, since Gus's shutting-off of his concern for the here and now seems to be controllable, and is used only for purposes of attaining his quest.
More important, perhaps, is the manner in which Gus courts the girl (as well as her parents). One is quickly drawn to the simplistic conclusion that he is only attempting to endear himself so as to gain trust and confidence, but another, far more telling possibility emerges. Gus very--likely is reliving the original conquest of his wife. More than--likely, coming from a European background, Gus had to woo and engender trust in his wife little by little, gaining precious inches of progress in the relationship over a long period of time. In those days it just wasn't appropriate to kiss maiden-ladies on the first date, or to caress their bodies at all prior to formal engagement. Possibly, Gus was himself brought up to believe these were the proper paths to seduction, and that a year or two was not too long to wait for the proper package. If such ideals and outlooks were consonant with his upbringing, then we have reinforced the schizophrenia theme of his pedophilia, since he could not possibly equate what he was doing with the moralistic remnants of his upbringing. He had occasionally to 'forget'-hence our earlier assumption of dissociation.
Of continuing interest are the parallels between Gus's seduction of this girl, and the manner in which seductions most often occur between people who have a great deal of respect for each other. There is, if one can momentarily dismiss the idea of nymphophilia, a certain beauty in the courtship. Gus is probably not reacting so much out of fear of "spoiling" the possible chances of fruition so much as he seeks to again identify with a life now wilted and faded. Therefore, in the course of appearing to invest great long animity to his self-denial, he is, in effect, affording himself great pleasure, and, in a sense, fruition at every step along the way.
This is the point at which the nymphophile becomes rather baffling to the observer. Time and again we hear reports of older men who hail young girls in the park, entice them to a secluded spot, and then expose themselves, possibly requesting the girl to "touch" him. The common reaction by uninformed listeners is something akin to "my God, what would he have done if he'd had the chance?" It seems to escape these listeners that perhaps the nymphophile has just engaged in what seems to him to be a "complete act." For other nymphophiles, of course, the "complete act" might be something different (cunnilingus upon a hairless vulva is very common, as is requested fellatio), but not many nymphophiles desire (or are capable) of actual intromission.
Gus, therefore, was probably engaging in a series of "complete acts"-that is, acts producing satisfaction. And all this for two reasons: the first as mentioned above, and the second as a nymphophiliac predisposition. As the story unfolds, the additional observations become obvious. In short, Gus's relationship with the subject probably becomes a carbon copy of a relationship that was dear to him and which lives on in his memory with the fervor of a torch.
As for our heroine, little comment is necessary. She exhibits the certain strain of precocious hypersexuality we seem to encounter so often among the nymphets of this day.
"Old Gus was very indifferent to me at first, greeting me with a fatherly sort of smile and seating me on a separate chair to watch television. But when he heard Mommy and Daddy drive away in their car, he quickly dropped the father stuff and motioned for me to come to him so he could take my robe off and sit me on his lap. Once I was on his lap, he reached under my pajama top, took hold of my boobs and said: 'Ah, mein little liebchen, is ver goot to have you for the night again. Ja, ya, you smell so sveet und nice, like a vlower. Tonight I really eat you up. You like dot, no?'
"Of course, I had to play dumb and not let him think that I was overanxious. 'Oh, you don't really want to eat me, Gus,' I said, pretending to be interested in the television. 'There's much better food in your refrigerator.'
"But he insisted, just like I wanted him to, that I was the most delicious food in the world. 'Nein, Roxanne sveety, nein,' he muttered in my ear, milking my boobs out with his big, expert fingers and shoving the hardening lump of his penis up into the crevice of my rear. 'Your own sveet titties und cunt are da best food for Old Gus-und you know it, too, mein little virgin baby, don't you?'
" 'Oh, I don't know about that,' I answered real coyly, feeling my nipples beginning to tingle like crazy and wishing he'd hurry up and eat instead of just gabbing about it. 'Really, I think you're just kidding me, or trying to scare me or something.'
"So to prove that he wasn't kidding or trying to scare me or something, Old Gus unbuttoned my pajama bottom reached in between my legs slid his big, knobby index finger into my pussy slit-exclaiming, 'Ah, liebchen, vot a nice juicy cunt you bring me tonight!'-then set me on my feet facing him, and took my pajamas completely off. 'Ja, ja, sveety, I luff to zee you naked,' he said. 'I luff to zee you soft, smooth little baby-girl body, zo beautiful and tender and delishus like a zucculent ripe peach.'
"Next he checked all of the shades to make sure they were drawn, turned off the light, lowered the audio on the television, and laid me on the couch. Impatiently for just a few seconds he leaned over me, caressing and kissing my tingly little breast nipples. Then breathing real hard he stood up and awkwardly rushed to get his own clothes off.
"Oh yes, I know you think I was terrible leading that old man on, not saying a word against the dirty things he was getting ready to do. But-golly gee!-you don't know what it's like when a young girl is all hot and bothered from being fingered and licked by a man-especially the first time. It's-it's like a starved person being teased with a tiny little taste of food, enough to just make him feel all the more starved. Honestly, it's like the craving of your body has completely taken over your mind and nothing makes sense except satisfying that craving.
"So I just laid real still there on the couch, watching Old Gus getting himself naked like me and beginning to feel a little scared. Then suddenly when he lowered his pants and shorts I saw his penis spring out long and hard, lit up in the television glow like a giant snake. Oh, wow! Then I really did get scared, because it kept swelling up more and more and raising up higher and higher. I don't know why, but suddenly I got the feeling that it meant to leap straight for my pussy and force its way deep into my vagina hole, like it was desperate to get in there and drink up my inner juices.
"But Old Gus soon took away my fear and made me feel good again by kneeling down on the floor and running his huge hands lustfully but soothingly all over my breasts, belly, and thighs, saying: 'Ah, now mein sveet little baby girl, I make goot luff to you. I eat up your deli-shus little sugar-plum titties and juicy little virgin cunt. Und maybe I let you play mit me like Hilda, my vife, vunce did. Ja, ja, I make you veel real goot, like Hilda, and you come mit your cunt-vunce, twice, maybe three times.'
"Then he lowered his head down on my chest and sucked one of my boobies into his mouth, at the same time spreading my legs with one hand and grasping my plump little pussy, all of it, working it up and down in a wonderful, exciting way. I felt his hot, drooling tongue swishing around my hard, erected nipple and felt that wild tingling building up in my boobies more and more, and spreading down over my belly to my clit, making the juice bubble up from my pussy-hole faster and faster.
"But-d'ya know what?-I couldn't get out of my mind what Old Gus said about letting me play with him like his ex-wife, Hilda. It was filling me with curiosity even as my body started quivering with the sexual excitement of what the horny old geezer was doing to me. So, finally, as he switched his mouth to my other boob, I asked: 'Gus, tell me, how did you let your wife play with you?'
"Really, I'm sorry-I should never have asked that. I should've left well-enough alone. Because the answer he gave me only made things a lot ivorse. 'Veil, little vun,' he mumbled after lifting his mouth up to the tip of my nipple, 'if you must know, I let Hilda lick mein balls and zuck mein big, sveet dick, Ja, she luffed to do dat-luffed it more'n any zing ... even more'n fucking.' Then he went back to feasting on my boob.
"Well, by now I was really going out of my mind from the treatment I was getting, especially with Old Gus's finger finding its way into my gushy, juice-filled slit. I just couldn't help leaning my head down over the edge of the couch to see his long, rigid penis with the big, swollen head on the end, and underneath the huge sack of balls. Oh, golly, what a sight! Those big male organs had scared hell outa me before-but no more. Now all I could think of was Hilda licking and sucking them. Now instead of a dangerous snake that big, throbbing penis looked like a delicious lollipop!
"I swear, the words just slipped out without me knowing what I was saying. 'Gus, please, can I do what you let Hilda do?' I sort of stuttered, reaching down with my hand and cupping his big, hot, fuzzy balls in it, then wrapping my whole palm around the stem of his enormous, pulsating penis that felt a hundred times hotter and more exciting than it had the last time when it shot a puddle of cream in my hand.
"Oh, I was so afraid that he'd answer no-for the reason that I wasn't his wife but only a little girl he happened to like a lot. But the dirty-minded old codger didn't answer no. He really wanted me to lick his balls and suck his big fuck-stick. He'd just been telling me about Hilda to make me hungry for his balls and penis! I know that now, but, lordy, I sure didn't know it then.
"So when Old Gus, the filthy old bastard, raised his organs up to the level of my face and brought them over close to my mouth, at the same time shoving his long, hot tongue down into my sizzling pussy-slit, I shot out my own tongue as far as it would go and commenced to scoop under his balls with it, thrilling like crazy at the soft, velvety feel and the musky taste. I mean, it was like tasting the most secret and the most forbidden part of every male in the whole world!
"It was like I had invaded where only grownup married women were ever allowed to put their hands and tongues!
"Then for just a second I felt Old Gus's tongue pull out of my pussy and heard him gasp: 'Ja.ja, mein hot little liebchen, lick mein balls goot. And zuck zem, too. You fine little zexy bitch. I let you zuck my big dick next, zen if you do goot job, maybe I fuck you. Ja, sveety, you vill luff my fucking. Is best fucking in da whole, vide world.'
"Oh, wow! Was he ever getting to me with that way-out, sex., talk of his! He was driving me so far out of my mind with heat and lust and craving for every kiiiu of sex there is that I had no control at all over what I was doing. As soon as he'd finished talking, driving his long, hot tongue back into my sizzling pussy slit, I didn't hesitate one second in stretching my mouth all the way open and sucking in his balls, at the same time pumping his great penis in my hand for all I was worth.
"Then-holy gee!-I felt the head of his penis oozing cream into my palm like it had that other time. Only this time I didn't want to waste it in my hand. After all, he'd promised to let me suck his "big, sweet dick' and that meant that I could suck out his oily cream, which must be the sweetest part of it, I figured. So impulsively, without doubting that I was doing the right thing, I let his balls slip from my mouth and sank the great, swollen head of his penis between my lips instead.
"Instantly I sucked a few drops of passion cream from Old Gus's peehole, loved the salty-sweet taste and milked the whole length of his long, pulsating penis stem for more. Only I couldn't get any more. So I gave up and decided that I would suck out his climax-cream instead, giving him such a hot, fast-and-furious sucking that I'd drain his balls of every last drop. When I get through sucking his big old fuck-rod. I thought, he'll never again think back on the sucking that Hilda gave him.
"But a lot of good it did me to be jealous of Hilda. About the time I pumped his thing in my mouth the third time, massaging his balls to sort of speed up his orgasm, he suddenly and quickly jerked it out of my mouth, at the same time jerking his tongue out of my pussy. 'Oh, nein, Roxanne sveety!' he stammered in a scolding way that hurt the hell out of my feelings. 'If you make Old Gussy come, zen his cock get zoft, and if his cock get zoft, he not able to fuck you. You do vant some goot fucking in your hot little baby-cunt, ja!'
" 'Yes,' I answered, feeling like a penny waiting for change, 'if you don't think it will hurt.'
" 'Don't vorry. I get Hilda's cherry ven she little girl like you and it no hurt. Oh, maybe tiny bit at first, but she go crazy mit joy after. You vill go crazy mit joy, too, little vun. Ja, you vill really luff Old Gussy's goot, hot fucking,'
"That all sounded well enough, especially with me so aroused that my clit was dancing the Irish jig down in my pussy, not to mention the hot, itchy craving building up inside my juice-filled hole. But still when I gazed upon that big, stiff penis of Old Gus's, which was all of six inches long and as round as a wienie, I couldn't help being a little worried. Golly, the biggest thing I'd ever had in my pussy-hole before was my finger, and then only up to the second knuckle. My finger had fit just right, nice and snug like, but Old Gus's great swollen fuck-organ-wow!-that was something else.
"Anyway, it was too late then to back down-my pussy was much too excited and, besides, I didn't think Old Gus would've let me back down even if I had wanted to. When he took me by the arm and led me into his bedroom, explaining that the couch was no good for fucking, I just went along meekly without saying a word. In fact-in fact it made me even more aroused being led into his bedroom because he kept one hand deep between the cheeks of my little fanny so that a fingertip pressed against my rectum, and I could see his hard thing sticking straight out in front, sort of leading the way to the spot where soon, very soon, I'd be fucked for the first time.
"Then-oh, my gosh!-I don't know why but I started crying. Not loud-just a sort of sobbing, whimpering cry, like deep inside I was terribly ashamed and scared, though I knew I had to go through with it come hell or high water. Old Gus tried to calm me with sweet talk but I just couldn't calm down, not even after I crawled up on his big double bed and spread my legs for him, inviting him to hurry up and fuck me.
"But he didn't hurry up because I guess he thought my pussy had cooled off some coming into his bedroom, which maybe was the reason I was crying. Instead, he brought his huge naked carcass on the bed beside me, whispered, 'Don't vorry, mein little virgin baby. I vill take it nice and easy mit your tight little cunt,' then started sucking my boobies and licking all over my stomach and thighs.
" 'Ohhhhhh, please, Gus, don't tell my mommy and daddy!' I wailed with tears streaming down my face. 'They'd kill me if they found out that I let you do this to me! Please promise that you won't tell!'
" 'Ja, ja, liebchen, I promise,' the dirty old walrus stammered, huffing and puffing. 'Dis goot fucking I giff you vill be our zecret, yours and mine. Ja, zo now raise up your sveet baby legs high und wide zo your hot little cunt vill pop open goot for Gussy.'
"That made me feel a little better, him promising to keep his trap shut, but-dammit!-it didn't stop my crying. It didn't convince me that what I was letting him do to me was right. It only persuaded me that I should raise my knees high and let my pussy-lips stretch open for him ... so that he could get his mouth in and suck my clit easier ... and have all the room he needed to slide his long, hard penis into my fuck-hole.
"Of course, as soon as I did what he asked, he didn't hesitate one little second to shove his face into my boiling hot crotch. SPLASH! His face plunging into my flood of spewing pussy juice sounded just like someone diving into the ocean. It was the most exciting sound and the most exciting sight I could imagine-and yet I couldn't help bawling: 'Please, you won't hurt me when you fuck me, will you? Remember, you promised. You have such a big thing-and I'm so afraid it will hurt when it goes in.'
"But Old Gus, the big tub of shit, didn't answer me. He was too busy satisfying his lust for me. He didn't care how I felt so long as he got all of the pussy juice he wanted to drink and got his penis wet in my little virgin sex-hole. He was making me hate him. Honestly, I even toyed with the idea of squirming out from under him, kicking him hard in the balls and running outside where I could hide from him until my mommy and daddy got home. Only I couldn't bring myself to do such a thing because, regardless of how I felt toward Old Gus just then, I was his prisoner! His sex prisoner!
'"Ohhhhhh, Gus ... now, now, NOW!' I began to moan helplessly. 'Please don't wait any longer. I WANT TO BE FUCKED NOW!! ! '
"Yeah, I'm not kidding, the itchy heat inside my pussy was driving me completely out of my mind. And what's more, Old Gus, jerking away on his big, stiff penis while he lapped up my gushing pussy-juice, wasn't any less nuts in his passion. He raised his fat face quickly out of my crotch when he heard my pleading, stared fascinated at my hole for a couple of seconds, pussy-juice streaming from his eyebrows, nose and chin, then gasped: 'Ja,ja, I fuck you now! I fill your sveet baby cunt mitt mein big cock! But virst, baby, I loozen your hole mitt mein finger.'
"The next thing I knew he was easing his long, knobby index finger into my pussy-hole, twisting and pumping it slowly as it sank deeper and deeper. Ooooo-eeeeee! Did that ever hurt at first! But gradually, within a half minute or so, my hole loosened and the sharp "ttle pangs went away, leaving a beautiful, warm, tingly feeling that made me want more and more of that finger. In fact, I wouldlve gladly settled for Old Gus's finger in place of his penis, and to relay the message on to him, I started humping my rear up in a hot, fucking motion, harmonizing with his pumping.
"But, no, the old bastard would have none of that. 'Nein, nein, cock-fucking much better for you, sveety,' he snorted. Then with the strength of an ox he grabbed me by my waist, lifted me high into the air, rolled onto his back, and slowly lowered me in a sitting position toward his crotch. Facing him with my knees drawn up high and wide, I watched the dead-serious expression on his perspiring face as he very carefully and expertly touched the opening of my pussy-hole down on the pointed, glistening head of his fuck-rod. Then, without taking his eyes from the contact point between our legs for fear of losing his aim, he gasped: 'Now, mein sveet little baby cunt, qvick, take your fingers and stick it in. Und vurk your ass around vile I lower you down. Vor dis operation ve need all your goot cunt joozes.'
"So I stuck the head of Old Gus's sex-pole into the opening of my vagina, worked my rear around as he lowered me down and-schlrump-soon had the whole damn thing up in my belly.
"Oh, wow, ivoiv, WOW! What a feeling! What a feeling! And d'ya know what? There was no blood like some of my girl friends told me about when they were fucked for the first time. And I knew why, too. I had broken that ivall of tissue in my pussy-hole a long time ago ivith my finger. So I could get a real good fucking and there wouldn't be any mess at all-just nice, clean passion juice, and come cream, and sweat, and a lot of wild, crazy excitement, and tears from my dumb crying.
"Yeah, I don't know why, but I couldn't stop bawling, even though my pussy had never felt so good. Old Gus tried his best to make me stop. He milked on my little pointed bobbies and sucked my toes and pumped his penis so wonderfully in my boiling hot vagina that I exploded in the wildest, most ecstatic climax a girl could possibly have. But it was no use. He even waited to shoot his own cream into the hole of my belly button to keep me from getting pregnant; then, after sucking my pussy clean, he wiped my whole sweaty body off with a warm, wet towel, at the same time telling me in a real soothing voice what a nice hot little fuck I was. But it still was no use. I kept right on sobbing and sniveling that it just wasn't right for an old man to fuck a little twelve-year-old girl.
"The next morning when I dragged myself back to my mommy and daddy, I almost told on Old Gus. That's how badly my conscience was bothering me. Just why I didn't tell I'll never know. Anyway, it wasn't necessary, as it turned out, because Old Gus just up and moved away two days later. I guess he figured it was too risky playing around with a little girl who cried all the time she was getting fucked.
"Still, sometimes I wish he hadn't moved away. I've let several boys at school go all the way with me since that first time with Old Gus, but, believe me, none of them were half so good."
In our mid-chapter comments, we made a point of comparing Gus's seduction of the subject to his probable conquest of his wife, and we drew upon the sexual habits and mores of early twentieth-century Europe (Germany) to explain the slowness, certainty, and deftness with which Gus was willing to address himself to the current relationship. If we may now make a further observation along these same lines, might it not be interesting to note the possibility that nymphophilia (or at least the habits it produces) might manifest itself differently when the current crop of teenage boys become men. Those with aberrational tendencies at that time will have had a much different sexual upbringing, and it certainly won't have been one of slow teasing and painfully gradual advancement. The young people we see today accept sex as if it were totally non-tabooed in all aspects, and virtually fly from bed to bed.
Might not we see a radical change in the approaches and techniques of the nymphophile of the future? Or, much more realistically, might not we see a drastic reduction in the doubts and inhibitions of men who were brought up to believe that sex is much more natural than unnatural?