'Like this!' Paul showed her how to grasp the swollen knob and squeeze it gently with a pulsating pressure. When he was satisfied that she knew how to caress him, he put his hand back on her panties and resumed stroking her little cunt.
Her panties were soaked through the crotch with her passion fluids. Paul slipped one finger inside the leg- hole and touched her naked sexual flesh for the first time. A lightning-like thrill of excitement flashed through them both.
'Oh, Paul! Your finger is on my naked pussy!' she gasped. 'You're inside my panties, touching my cunt!'
Paul let his finger move directly to her slit. The Inner lips of her vagina were swollen with passion, and the inside of her wet pussy was the softest thing Paul had ever touched. Lisa writhed with passion when she felt his fingertip slip between the lips of her slit.
'Oh! Ah! Oooohhh!' the little girl moaned.
Paul twitched his fingertip, stirring the dripping mouth of the child's virgin twat. Lisa squirmed and trembled.
'Oh, you're tickling my cunt! It feels so strange and good! I feel like I'm on a roller-coaster, and I'm peeing at the same time!' she gasped.
Paul stopped fingering her and took his hand-to the top of her panties.
'I'm gonna slide my whole band down the front of your panties so I can play with your cunt better,' he explained.
His fingers slipped under the elastic band and he was stroking her naked pubic hair. It was very thin and downy, and it didn't grow very far up her pussy mound. He continued on down until his fingers found wet, trembling flesh.
'My cunt!' Lisa whispered. 'You're feeling my naked cunt!'
Paul laid his middle finger down her crack so it covered her clit and the tip was right between the inner lips of her slit. He started rubbing back and forth, stimulating both her clit and cunt at the same time.
'Oh, cunt! Oh, cunt!' she babbled. 'Oh, cunt! Cock! Shit! Piss! Fuck! Cunt! Cock! Fuck!'
She wasn't neglecting his cock either. Her little fingers kept up the steady gentle pressure on the swollen red tip, through the thin slacks, and Paul's crotch was churning with pleasure.
'I'm gonna make you come today, little girl!' Paul whispered. 'I'm gonna stroke your little cunt until you have an orgasm in my hand!'
Her little slit was bubbling with froth, and Paul smeared some up on her clit. His finger twitched back and forth, faster and faster. Lisa's little clit was swollen with sexual excitement, and it radiated with electrical pleasure.
'Oh! Oh, shitty fucking cunt-cock!' Lisa panted. 'It tickles so hard! It feels so good! Oh, Paul, it feels so good I'm scared!'
'Relax!' he whispered. 'Just relax and concentrate on the good feelings!'
His finger slid back and forth across her erect little clit, stirring her slit-lips with the fingertip. Lisa was squirming and shivering, and her pretty blond head rolled from side to side, eyes half-closed and glazed with pleasure.
'Oh! OOOOOoohhhh!' she moaned. 'Feels so good! Cunt feels good! Oohh! Oh, Paul!'
She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest, jerking and moaning with- pleasure.
Paul could feel her orgasm coming through her trembling limbs. Her belly muscles knotted under his arm. His hand massaged her throbbing clit, and her virgin slit bubbled with joy juice.
'Ooohh! Aaahh! ooohh, fuck! Aoh, Paul! Ah! Oh! Oh, Paul! Ah! Au! A-a-h-h! Oh, Lisa was on the verge of orgasm when the telephone started ringing.
Paul's heart leaped into his throat, and he jerked involuntarily to his feet, his head reeling. Lisa gasped, shuddering. She stood still for a moment staring at Paul with gaping eyes as the phone bell pounded in their- heads.
Paul stared down at the little girl on the bed. Her long blond hair was tangled on the pillow. Her half-grown breasts trembled as she breathed, the red nipples swollen with passion. Her slender belly was knotted, and her little panties were pushed halfway down her slim hips, showing the top of her cream-colored pubic hair. A dark spot in the crotch showed where the love-juice had soaked through.
The telephone kept on ringing.
Lisa leaped out of bed, grabbed a terrycloth robe, and ran for the kitchen phone.
'H-hello?' she gasped. 'Oh, h-hi, Daddy! No I'm fine! I… I was out in the pool and I heard the phone ringing!'
Paul still stood by the bed, staring at the place Where the little girl bad lain. He looked down at his own body-his hard-on was pressing against his pants, and a spot of moisture stains the material near the tip of his cock. He could still feel Lisa's fingertips pulsating around the swollen knob.
'Oh, you're gonna be home early? Ooohh, goody! What are we gonna do? Ooohh goody-goody! Oh, hurry home, Daddy!'
Paul took a deep breath and forced himself to walk out of the apartment. He did not look at Lisa as he left. It took great effort not to run across the courtyard to his own door.
Back inside his own kitchen, Paul allowed himself to sink into a chair. A thousand turbulent emotions surged through him.
'Jesus Christ!' he exploded. 'Paul Evans, what the fuck do you think you're doing? What if that little girl's father had come home early without calling? Where would you be right now?'
He realized his whole body was shacking. He stumbled to the cabinet where he kept his liquor supply and poured himself a hefty amount of scotch, drinking it off with trembling hands. Then he went into the living room and sat at the desk. His glance fell out the window to the pool, to Lisa's back door. He got up and pulled the shade across the window over the desk.
This was a warning, he told himself. Let it be a warning. Don't let this happen again. Leave her alone. Don't even think about her. Get to work! Finish those calculations.
He turned on the light over the desk and tried to work. But his mind refused to forget the creamy feel of her little cunt, the excitement of her trembling little clit as it swelled with pleasure. Nor would his cock forget her touch. It stayed hard as a rock, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on his task at hand.
Chapter 4
That night was a nightmare to Paul. No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to concentrate on his calculations. By late afternoon he was almost out of his mind with guilt, confusion, and lust. He desperately wanted to forget all about Lisa-but even more he wanted to possess her.
At sundown Paul went out and ranged the lonely Los Angeles street, finally settling in a dark bar in Santa Monica, where he drank a number of straight scotches. But he still felt dead sober when he finally drove home and fell into bed.
Sleep was a long time coming, and it arrived in fits and starts, the early dreams filled with visions of lovely blond little girls.
Paul awakened once with a bulging erection, but when he wrapped his hand around it, it collapsed into a cold limp broken thing. Finally, long after midnight, he drifted into a restless but continuous slumber.
He thought he was still dreaming when he awoke and found Lisa standing beside his bed, especially since she was still wearing her nightgown.
'Oh, go away!' he moaned. 'Leave me alone!'
He closed his eyes and then reopened them, but the vision of the lovely child refused to vanish from his bedside. A look of genuine concern clouded the child's lovely face, and she tenderly reached out a soft white little hand and stroked his sweat-streaked brow.
'Are you sick, Paul?' she asked. 'What's the matter?'
Paul blinked his gritty eyes several times and sat up in bed, staring at the little girl.
