Chapter 6

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 nightstand 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."

"Okay."

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.

"Ohhhhhh, don't move! It hurts when you move!"

"I have to move to fuck you," he said.

Then he went wild. He pounded and tore at her little cunt. She passed out from the pain, but still he kept on driving into her.

He drove as deep as he had the length to go. He reamed her sweet pussy with lust and tenderness, his balls tickling her little anus as he plunged into her stretched hole.

It was beautiful. It was truly a dream come true for the boy. He looked down at her beautiful young face and screamed as he felt himself come.

Milt fucked the little girl many times again after that. Eventually she started enjoying it, too. Then she got bigger, with heavy, flopping tits, so he found another girl-younger, with small hips, and wee tits. But he never forgot the joy of fucking that first little girl.

He supposed that was why he had married Nancy. She was thirty now, and she still looked like a boy.

And the one in the bathroom, the runaway-she looked like a young Nancy, or like the first little girl, or like a little boy.

What was her name? Gigi, she had said.

In a moment she would come out of the bathroom and give him her honey. After that, she would go away. She'd probably find another foolish man who would be willing to give her a loan just for the use of her body for a little while.

Ahhhhh, the younger generation, he mused, they thought nothing of it anymore. Fucking was like a stick of gum-chew it until the flavor's gone and then get some more.

The bathroom door opened. Milt heard the lock click, and brought his thoughts quickly back to the immediate moment.

She came into the doorway and stopped. He raised his head a bit to look at her. A large toothy grin was slashed across her face.

"My, my," she said. "Don't you look ready to go!"

He stared at her. She was carrying a glassful of icecubes in one hand. In the other she held a second glass of faintly steaming water and a washcloth draped over her wrist.

But those weren't the details he noticed.

Her breasts were beautiful. They were small, not yet grown fleshy and big at the bottom. The areolas were dark pink and took up nearly all the apple-sized tits. Milt knew he could get all of one tit in his mouth, and his cock jumped and throbbed at the thought.

Her hips were very narrow. Like her tits, they had only just started to swell with womanliness. Her bones were visible as faint protrusions on each side of her flat tummy. She had a sparse, sandy sampling of cuntal fur. She barely had enough fur to cover her pussy lips. They looked taut and totally unstretched.

He wondered. "You're not a virgin, are you, honey?"

She smiled. "Whatta ya think?"

He smiled, fisted his cock, and completed his inspection. Her legs were slender. Her calves were subtly muscled. When his eyes finally came back to her face, her smile had grown. "Like what you're seeing?" she asked.

"Yes," he said.

"There's more and better to come. Wait'll you see me close up."

She crossed the room to the opposite side of the bed, and set the glasses and the washrag down on the table.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"Clean you off with," she said.

"Clean me? I don't get it."

"Well, honey... after all...

He grinned. "Oh."

"Didn't a girl ever do that for you before?"

"Not wash me, no."

"Hum." She made a face. "Well, some girls don't never wash themselves neither. But I ain't like that. I like to be all nice and clean. Then they can kiss me just about any place they want to."

"You mean, eat your pussy?" Milt said.

"Yeah. You like to eat young, unspoiled pussy, don't ya, daddy?"

"Do you like to suck cock?"

"I asked you first."

"I'm bigger than you are."

"I love to suck cock. Most of the time it's better'n fuckin'. My pussy is small and it hurts when they're as big as you."

He smiled again. "Then I like to eat pussy."

Twelve, he thought, she talked like she was forty. He wondered how many cocks she had sucked in her young life. But it didn't matter. Her body was good, a little girl's body... or a little boy's.

He rolled away from her until he could reach the ash tray and stubbed out his cigarette. When he dropped onto his back again, she was wringing out the washcloth.

"Well," he said. "There it is. Do it any way you like."

"There you surely are," she said, gazing at him appreciatively. "You don't see cocks like that every day."

"I bet you say that to all the boys," he replied, grinning.

"Oh, no, honey. Only to the men."

She dropped to the bed and folded her calves up under her, edging around until she was kneeling next to him. When she unfolded the washrag and gave it a shake, he felt tiny droplets of warm moisture patter across his stomach.

Then, suddenly, the washrag touched his cock. He could feel her fingers through the cloth.

"We're gonna have us a whole load of fun," she said, chanting her words in a gusty, sing-song deep inside her throat. "You got all any girl could ask for, and this gal's gonna like it, and some more besides. You'll see, daddy... there's lots in store for you." She looked up at him with mischief in her eyes. "I'm gonna suck your dick till it's so hot and hard it can't help but shoot. Then I'll taste your cum and drink it down. I'll even suck your asshole for you, daddy. You'll like that. You like to have little girls suck your asshole."

He listened to her as she went on with a smoking description of the fun she had planned, but he wasn't really paying, any attention. The touch of the cloth against him was driving all reason out of his brain. There was nothing for him to do but let the cloth wash against him and let the tingling pleasure mount.

Something changed. He felt a momentary chill, and realized the rag was gone. He was about to open his eyes and look at her when fingers suddenly came to take its place.

Her fingers were slender and warm on his cock, but he could sense a surprising strength in them.

His hands moved down to her knees and then back up again until he was cupping her bare buttocks. "You little devil," he laughed, and pulled her to him, grinding his hard cock over her belly.

She slid her hand between them until her fingers combed through his pubic hair. Then they found the root of his cock and curled around it. She squeezed, bringing a satisfying groan to his lips.

"You're big... real big," she said.

"Too big?" he asked.

"Never too big."

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"Anything," she replied. "Everything. Whatever you want." She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. "I've never had one this big before."

"You'll be ready for it," he said.

"I'm ready now," she laughed.

The girl was touching him now with both hands. She crooned on. "Nice honey... sweet honey... all groaning for me... and you're gonna have me, too... you're gonna have me, and I'm gonna have you, and we're gonna have each other."

The hands stopped, the fingers clenched, sending a bolt of pleasure to him. He could feel the faint needling of her fingernails against his buttocks.

"Poor daddy," she said. "You don't have to groan no more. Honey's gonna take care of you... good care of you... starting right now... only a minute, daddy, only a second, and this honey's gonna give you all your nature can take."