Chapter 9
When Brent came home that evening, he found that all the lights in the apartment had been turned out. It was dark and quiet and he wondered if Susie were at home as she should be.
His hand went up to the light switch, and then something told him that he shouldn't bother with the lights, but accustom his eyes to the darkness. The mood in the apartment was so peaceful that he didn't want to disturb it.
He found his way to Susie's bedroom. Something in the air told him that she was at home. He found her standing by the window in her nightgown, looking out over the city. Her form seemed to glisten with a holy light as the thin material reflected the gleam from other windows. She didn't seem to notice him. Her eyes were fixed on the outside as if there were something in the distance that warranted her unwavering attention.
Susie wasn't really looking at anything. She had worked herself into a state of oblivion that was so total she hadn't even heard the door when her father entered. Her thoughts were far away, swelling on a thin point of guilt imbedded in her brain. She had spoiled a good thing with Mr. Wiggler. She had altered their felicitous relationship so that he could never again be her friend.
He had kept her at his apartment late, fucking and sucking. He had wanted her to make up to him for missing his important telephone call. He had taken complete and utter advantage of the situation. He had used her for his pleasure without a thought to the future. Then he had threatened her physically with violence and getting kicked out of school if she ever told anyone about their little tryst.
Lust had changed his personality completely until she could hardly distinguish the familiar features that had always reflected kindness. Their lovemaking had put him up tight rather than relaxing him. She supposed that that was natural to some people.
He said that this was the first time in his life that anything so tawdry had overtaken him. She left him little choice but to abuse her. She was a slut and didn't deserve the consideration that he had formerly shown her.
She wondered in her child's brain if what he said was true. She didn't understand the rhyme of reason of her passions very well. But somehow, they always seemed to lead her into painful situations. She wondered if she would ever find a satisfactory relationship in which she wouldn't be taken advantage of so rudely. She would be fifteen years old at the end of the month, yet the problems of womanhood wrinkled her brow.
Her father laid his hand lightly on her shoulder. She turned around slowly, and smiled at him as if from a great distance. He tousled her hair playfully, and looked away, out the window, once again. He smelled the sweet perfume of her hair and body pervading the room.
"Is something wrong, honey? You look very pale as far as I can tell by the light of the moon. Why are you standing here in the dark?"
"Oh, I was just thinking," she replied dreamily.
"And what were you thinking about so deeply?"
"Oh, nothing," she answered evasively.
He went over to the wall and turned on the overhead light. He noticed her clothes in a rumpled heap on a chair.
He went over to them and lifted them instinctively. Her soiled panties came to his attention and he picked them up and sniffed at them. He could see the crotch wet and slimy and he thought that he knew what was bothering her.
"Who were you with this afternoon? I'm going to give you the chance to tell me the truth. If you give it to me straight I promise not to be angry."
"I wasn't with anyone. Who should I be with? There aren't any boys at school and I'd be afraid to go off with some guy on the street," she lied.
Susie was feeling rather self-destructive. She wanted him to be angry with her. She wanted to be punished for her indiscretion.
"Susie, the evidence is in your panties. You didn't try to hide it very well. Everything about you tells a tale. Who were you with?" He took her by the shoulders and shook her.
Her hair moved around her face loosely and her frightened eyes looked up at him imploringly.
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Oh, but you will. Who was it?" He shook her again more violently. His jealousy was aroused by the specter of an unknown lover. The longer she kept her secret, the more it annoyed him.
"It was a teacher. I don't want to tell you his name because he'll lose his job."
"He deserves to. It's not part of his job to seduce his students. Where did it happen?"
"In his apartment."
"You went to his apartment! You little whore! You wanted it, didn't you?" He slapped her across the face and the tears welled up pitifully in her eyes.
"It was my fault. I admit it. I'm guilty."
"What am I going to do with you?" Brent said, putting his hands to his head and ran his fingers through his hair in anguish.
His frustration was building. It would have to find an outlet soon, or he felt that he would burst a blood vessel. He dragged her after him onto the bed. He sat down heavily and pulled her over his knee.
"I'm going to punish you. Maybe I can beat the perversity out of your ass!"
He lifted the thin material that trailed down to her ankles, over her waist. He laid his palm across it and felt the cool skin laying like a soft snow drift before him. He whisked his hand over it gently, feeling his lust and anger gather inside him. Then he raised his hand and let it fall heavily across the lovely cheeks.
After the first slap broke the silence, he found it easy to rain his blows down one after the other. She kicked her feet and cried out painfully for him to stop. But he was carried away by the feel of her soft flesh under his hard hand.
Her cheeks grew pink and vibrated erotically on top of his legs. She was writhing and moaning passionately over his knee.
His hand began to sting and he threw her violently across the bed. She lay there breathing heavily. Her small breasts heaved up and down, and he could see the deep color of the nipples peering through the transparent material of her nightgown.
Her hand shielded her face as if she expected more blows to fall. She looked completely helpless and pathetic. And he felt a new emotion seize hold of him.
"What is it about you that drives men wild? You cause nothing but trouble. How can a body so small and immature call up such passion from men's souls. I feel like a father from some tale of the middle ages. What can I do with you to keep you from your downfall? Shall I send you away to a convent where you'd be out of the hands of men? You'd probably seduce the first priest who crossed your path!"
"I don't know what to do with me. I want to do. I don't fit. Do you think I'm happy? I hate everybody and everything."
He suddenly felt remorse for his actions. He had acted hastily and out of jealousy. He hadn't really been considering her plight at all.
Now it dawned upon him that it wasn't her fault at all. She was only a weak vessel, as they say, having little control over how she was filled. Her desire to have men was purely instinctive. Her early awakening was at least partly his own fault.
He began to stroke her tender body with his hand. She felt the softness of his touch and it made her body shiver and tingle after it had become used to the previous minutes of pain.
She peeped through her hands and saw the look of tender concern on his face. He looked handsome and fatherly. His hair was distinctly gray at the sideburns and temples and there were telling wrinkles around his soft eyes.
"Brent, don't you love me anymore?" she said in a low agonizing voice that was almost a wail.
He bent over her face on the bed, and began kissing her cheeks tenderly. They were flushed and hot under his lips. The agitation in her eyes wrung his heart.
"Of course I love you. You're my one and only girl. No matter what you do, you'll always be mine."
"Oh, Brent," She lifted her arms around his neck and drew him close to her, feeling his warmth and humanity flow into her body. She kissed him fervidly on the lips feeling him sink down onto her heavily.
He abandoned himself in her arms. He pressed his lips against hers with more than fatherly love. He closed his eyes and let his tongue wander inside her mouth. She grasped it with her own in a deep French kiss. Her mouth opened wetly and he plunged his tongue inside her with feeling.
He opened his eyes and saw her blue ones swimming before him. All her fear and concern seemed to have been absorbed in a new and softer light. Her beauty made his body ache and he knew that he must share her guilt in order to dispel his anger. He arose with dignity and began to undress.
Methodically he took his clothes off and laid them neatly on a chair. Then he lay down naked beside her and let her explore his manly body. She lay her head on the curling brown and gray hair of his chest and listened to his heartbeat strongly within.
He lifted his hand to her head and patted her soft hair. Then he began to push her down. Her smooth lips slipped over his body, trailing down the hairs and making them bristle sensitively.
She buried her lips in his crotch, at the root of his sex and pulled at them amorously, watching his penis bob up and down excitedly before her eyes.
He gave her head a final shove and she reached out with her soft little hand and grasped his limber member. She clutched it tightly and popped the smooth head all into her mouth with her ear still resting on his crotch. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the task.
Susie felt his body moving under her rhythmically as she massaged the skin up and down over his rod and pushed more of it into her mouth. She raised her head over it and let her lips sink down on top of it feeling it leap inside her and hit the back of her throat.
He pressed his hands on top of her head to help her maintain the right rhythm as she sucked him off.
His passion flowered inside him. Her lips were hot and wet and soothing around him. He felt all his strength gathering in his dick as she stretched it out and licked it inside her mouth.
His legs became rigid with passion, as he lifted himself into her again and again. She never let go, no matter how hard he rammed it into her. The depth of her mouth seemed intimate. She caressed and lapped him like a warm sea.
She felt his dick probing inside her mouth. It jumped around fiercely until she could no longer keep hold of it with her tongue. She began to gasp erotically as he rammed it against the back of her throat. It shot down the narrow opening and she choked on it luxuriously.
He felt the spasms of her throat sending sensual vibrations through his stout staff. Her throat closed around the sensitive tip, sucking it down deeper and deeper. He thrust it again and again, listening to her gasp and splutter around it with delight. Then he shot his load into her and felt the hot blast ooze back around the head of his dick and then slide down her throat. He held her on top of him forcefully, until she had drained every drop. Then he let her up slowly still coughing.
She looked at him meaningfully, as if to say, "I want more."
He smiled back at her and drew her up into his arms by the hair. She crawled back over his chest and nestled in his arms as affectionately as she had ever done.
He reached his hand down to the skirt of her nightie and drew it up over her head. She raised herself to let him pull it off. He discarded it on the floor and looked down over her charming body with delight.
"I have a confession to make. You know how long I've wanted to take you. I've held myself back all this time because I thought that it would hurt you. But now I know otherwise. It's obvious that you need a man to love you, and I will deprive you no longer." He stroked her head gently and she kissed him on the neck.
He let his hand wander over her body freely, for the first time. He fondled her budding breasts affectionately, admiring how much they had grown over the past few months.
She no longer looked like such a child, and it made him sad to see that she was growing so fast. He was glad that he had seized the opportunity to have her while she was still so young and unformed. The baby softness of her young flesh drove him wild. The downy hairs on her pubis made his hand ache, it was so delicate under his large palm.
He massaged the swollen lips with his fingers, nuzzling them aside until he slipped into the honey-besmirched crack.
He diddled his finger inside her sensitively, feeling her rub against his body with delight. She was purring deep in her throat like a kitten. He felt her little clit tingling at his touch. She spread her legs wide open with desire, and lifted her ass so that he could reach deep inside her if he pleased.
He raised himself from under her, and settled his body on top of her little form. She sunk into the mattress as he lay down upon her, spreading his legs around her head and lifting himself on his knees when he had found the right position.
He grabbed her ass in both hands. She could feel his nails imbedded in the tender crack between her cheeks. He picked her up to his mouth and began to eat voraciously. He dipped his tongue between her pink labia and sucked on each lip in turn. Then he grasped her tidbit of clit between his lips and sucked it deep into his mouth, letting his tongue ream it around inside.
He closed his teeth around it passionately, and she began bouncing up and down wildly as he clung. The exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain sang through her body like a high-pitched note wrung from a violin.
Susie became aware of his dick and balls hanging six inches over her head. She reached up to them and plucked them down like fruit. She lowered one ball into her mouth at a time. Her tongue licked the hairs and then she closed her mouth around it passionately, and sucked on it like it was candy. She unloosed it only to capture its partner and treat it in like manner.
She yanked and sucked on his dick. He could feel her hand squeezing and then loosening in agitation. It began to grow longer and longer until it dangled between her eyes. She pounced on it suddenly, and pushed it into her mouth. She pulled and sucked on it hard. He turned thick and hard. He could hear her moaning voice surrounding it as she blew him.
He lapped her up and down, eating her like a piece of juicy watermelon. She held herself up on her feet now, and pushed her pussy into him. She could feel his bristly cheeks irritating her cunt delightfully. She was on fire again and dying for him to come inside her.
"Oh, Brent," she moaned, "I'm ready for you. Do it to me now. Oh, please. Put your hard cock up my pussy."
Her tone was childish in his ears but not her words. The coarseness made a strange combination which excited him. She was a passionate child and he was ready to be her sugar daddy.
He turned around on top of her. He held himself over her on all fours, his long, hard member sticking up between his legs. He bent over her breasts for one last taste.
She writhed under him with impatience. He sucked up her nipple between his lips. He seemed to smile as he held it and lolled his tongue over the surface. His eyes looked straight up at her, and seemed to burn right through her head. They seemed to say, first I'll light your fire hotter than ever before, and then maybe I'll put it out.
He bit her tender nipples cruelly. He bit into them with his teeth, and watched them pucker and distort under his mistreatment. He picked her breasts up by one of the tender rosettes and pulled it up, stretching it until the veins showed with purple passion under the white skin. He finally stood up over her on his haunches and admired her gleaming white flesh. Her hair like yellow flames whipped around her head and her pussy pulsed beneath his heavy cock.
He poked one hand underneath her and picked her pussy up to his own level. He inserted the point of his prick with the other hand and watched her grimace as she felt it part the swollen lips. He wiggled it around the entrance to feel the hot cream adhering to the head so that it would slide all the way in with ease. He pushed himself into her slowly, and she moaned agonizingly, opening her thighs as wide as she could and waiting for him to come completely inside before she began to move.
Finally, she felt him throbbing deep inside and could see his dark pubic hairs mounting her own crest. She rolled her thighs around in his hands and felt his length and thickness inside her. He seemed to fill every inch of her interior with his hot, vibrant cock. She wriggled around on it, feeling it poke into and tickle her sensitive canal.
He let her ride on top of him. He liked the way she moved. She was hot and creamy around him and he would let her exhaust herself before he began to really move it around. She bounced her ass in the palm of his hands, and he held her higher and higher, feeling as strong as Atlas. He watched the lips open and close around him, and the juices dripping out around the root of his thick, hard shaft.
Finally, she was opening and closing her knees spasmodically and he felt the pressure of her tight cunt around him. She came copiously and her body relaxed. Her smile was dazzling and her eyes brilliant. He lowered her onto the bed and began his own motions.
He lay down on top of her and poked one of her nipples into his mouth. He raised his ass up in the air and began to thrust his big dick up her creamy cunt powerfully. He rammed and reamed with his balls slapping rhythmically against her ass. She felt the thickness of it expanding more and more with each thrust.
Susie had never been so full before, or at least it didn't stick in her memory. He was big and hard inside her and that was all that seemed to matter. She supposed that each time it felt even better than the time before merely because it was happening now.
In any case, her body began to reawaken to a revitalized need, and her sexual energies soared inside her until she was bucking furiously beneath him once again.
She held herself tightly around him as he tried to pull out. Then when just the tip remained corked in the entrance she opened herself up completely and let him whoosh back inside like a jet plane. No matter how large she made herself, he still stretched her out. His cock would drive up against the walls of her chasm like a caged beast.
Finally he began socking it to her faster than before. She could see the muscles bulging in his arms, as he pushed himself on and off her. She lifted herself to him and held her body opened as he came crashing inside her. He released his hot flood into her loins and it tingled inside her delightfully. She felt herself following him to the brink of fulfillment and held onto his slowly withering dick with all her might. She bucked and pranced around him until she forced herself over the edge. Her gates of passion opened and her fluids escaped to mix with his. She was completely soaked inside. He pulled out and the emissions dripped from her loins like relieving tears.
She nuzzled under his arm once again, and fell asleep quickly after her exhausting day. Brent was left to his own thoughts. He covered her with a blanket and went into the living room for a drink.
So, it's come to this after all, he thought, lighting a cigarette. He took a long sip of his scotch and soda and tried to relax. He was very tired, but sleep was far from his mind. Perhaps it will do her good, he continued to himself. Maybe I can keep her content for awhile and out of trouble. Poor little thing has been through a lot, it's no wonder her mind is confused.
He inhaled deeply on his cigarette and let the smoke swirl up around his head. It rose like a genie, in a puff, and he settled his head back against the cushion of the couch, closing his eyes. He thought about her voluptuous body and how much pleasure he would be able to find in it.