head with trembling thighs. As she sucked and swallowed the shower of juices from Lisa’s tender pussy, she continued grinding her own hips to get all the relief she could out of the joyous contact with Lisa’s sucking mouth.
“Oh, Connie, that was wonderful… beautiful,” Lisa said, finally pulling her lips from the gooey mass of Connie’s pussy.
Connie kept her head between Lisa’s legs, gently licking the still flowing juices from her dark cunt. “It was beautiful for both of us,” Connie said huskily.
“I wish I had the guts to leave Ken. I wish I was sure that I didn’t love him so I could come and just stay with you.”
“I wish you could, too,” Connie sighed, pulling her body around until their faces were close together. But Connie knew that would only happen when Lisa could get Ken out of her system. Maybe, just maybe, Ben would be able to help accomplish that. Then Connie would have the best of all possible worlds Lisa and Ben.
“Do you have any customers tonight?” Lisa asked. “I’d like to stay.”
“No. But I have a friend coming up. I’d like you to meet him, honey.”
“A man?”
“Yes,” Connie replied. “But Ben Faraday is a very special man.”
CHAPTER SIX
Milt Harris held the receiver in his hand for a moment and then set it back on the cradle. He had a bad taste in his mouth after he talked with his wife, Nancy. But Nancy served her purpose. The young boys she brought home loved to fuck her, even though, with her narrow hips and tiny tits, she looked just like a teenager.
And Milt Harris loved to watch the young boys fuck his wife.
He patted his chest absently, searching for the pack of cigarettes he usually carried in his shirt pocket.
But there were no cigarettes. Nor was there any pocket. In point of fact, there wasn’t even a shirt.
Milt Harris was naked.
And so was the young girl just finishing up her mysterious preparations for the evening’s fun in his bathroom.
He left the phone and went down the short hall to the bathroom door. Through the thin wood paneling, he could hear the gurgle of the sink, and above it the throaty sound of the girl humming to herself. The richness of her voice brought the memory of her nudity strongly into his mind, and he rapped his knuckles against the door.
“Just a minute, honey. I’ll be right with you.”
“Hurry up,” he said. “I’m getting anxious.”
“Oh, me too, honey. But I gotta get all kissing sweet before you and me can get started now, don’t I?” she laughed.
The sound made him think of her round tiny breasts and flat ass.
“I’ll wait in the bedroom,” he answered.
“You won’t have to wait long,” she called back, still laughing.
He went the rest of the way down the hall and into the bedroom. His cigarettes were on the night stand and he lit one up and pulled the ash tray to within reach as he reclined on the bed.
Nearby, piled on a chair, were her clothes.
Again he thought about the youngster in the bathroom, about her tiny body. She was barely twelve years old. She had tried to panhandle him outside the hotel. All she had wanted was a lousy dollar, but she had turned him on. When they were that young they always turned him on. They looked like little boys.
The first little girl had been so long ago. She had been only ten, Harris had been twelve.
They were in the woods playing a game. It was a silly game and Milt had no idea that it would turn into something that would stay with him the rest of his life.
They played doctor and nurse, taking turns examining each other. First Milt was the doctor, and the little girl was the patient. Milt didn’t know then that little girls were different.
He first examined her mouth. He couldn’t find anything wrong there, so he went on to her arms. That’s when he started feeling funny. The little girl had smooth skin, with a light fuzz all over it. Her legs were the same as her arms; all smooth and fuzzy where he touched them.
Her skirt was very short and it slid up as the girl wiggled under his touch.
“That tickles,” she giggled.
Beneath her dress he could see the white crotch band of her panties. His prick started to get hard in his pants. It made him feel even more strange.
“Is there anything wrong?” the little girl had asked.
“No,” Milt had replied. “But I think we should take all your clothes off so I can make a real examination.”
The dress she had on was zippered up the back. She moved around so he could remove it.
Her body was all soft and pink. She had tits. Not very big, but starting. But her nipples were big. They, had started to grow first. They got to Milt immediately. Her nipples were so soft when he examined them. It was as though, when he pushed on them, he could shove his finger clear through her.
Then Milt took down her panties. Her pussy was hairless and pink. She was on her hands and knees. She wriggled when he pulled her pink lower lips open. Then she asked him to stop when he pulled further. She said it hurt.
He saw her hole and then he knew why his prick was hard.
His mind and body now seethed with youthful lust. His hard cock had no conscience. The young pussy before him was merely a receptacle, a hole into which he would shove his meat and find release.
He shuffled his knees forward until they were against the taut buttocks. He scooped his hands under her until the cheeks rested against his lower thighs, just above his own knees. He leaned forward, found one of her nipples and sucked the tiny brown bud into his mouth, stabbing it with the tip of his tongue.
His cock was there, against her little cunt. He pushed forward.
The young girl screamed and pounded on his head and shoulders. “Stop… it hurts… it hurts!” She clawed at his face as he groaned and writhed, forcing the knob of his cock to spread her tight cunt lips.
He hunched his hips and drove a couple of inches between the tautly stretched lips. Her moans of pain increased and her feet kicked wildly.
But he wouldn’t stop, and new pain showed on her face as the head of his cock rocked against the thin membrane of her hymen.
She threw her hips from side to side in an effort to free herself from the stiff wedge that was relentlessly impaling her.
She made strange animal sounds as she mewed and begged him to stop.
He pushed again. Another inch.
The girl screamed again.
He responded by easing his rod into the tight hole, inch by inch.
“Nooooo! Please stop! It hurts… it hurts real bad!” the girl cried. “Don’t do it to meeeee!”
Milt stared down at the stretched lips of her tight little pussy. With satisfaction he eased all of his prick up into the lightly hair-ringed opening of her virgin cunt.
There was no stopping him now as his hard cock filled her flat little belly and his sac pressed against her tiny asshole.
She groaned in pain and panic, her head reeling with the final thrust. A finger was the biggest thing that had ever been inserted in her tiny pussy until now. And she had thought a cock impossible. But she knew it had happened. His cock had spread and ripped her virginal pussy wide open.
It was like an anvil in the center of her belly and she whimpered her thanks when, at last, he paused. She was sure that if he moved again, pounding the cock in and out of her, she would die.
Still he remained immobile as he sucked her budding tits and whispered in her ear. Soon her head started clearing and the pain began to fade. She thought her tortured pussy had become accustomed to its invader. Then a searing pain again flashed through her body when he moved.
