Chapter 8: Kimmy's Friend Nikki, Part 2

Two days later—a Friday—I stayed home from the office to complete a report I was working on. Around eleven a.m. the telephone rang.

"Mr. Mareskechov?" the staid female voice on the other end said.

I was taken aback but managed to stammer, "Y-yes."

"This is Miss Baston from St. Mary's. I'm calling about Nikita. Despite repeated warnings, your daughter continues to wear inappropriate attire to class. And are you aware, sir, of our rule regarding no make-up?"

"Uh ... yes," I lied.

"Well, Nikita continues to wear make-up—and I might add, sir, very gaudy make-up—in violation of official school policy. I'm afraid if this situation is not corrected, and soon, I will be forced to suspend her. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Mareskechov?"

"Perfectly clear, Miss Baston."

"By the way, Nikita gave me this new phone number a few days ago. When did your number change?" Her voice was thick with suspicion.

"Uh, just last week," I said. "We had to get an unlisted one. Prank calls. You know."

"Yes. Well, with the way Nikita dresses, I'm not surprised. I look forward to your cooperation, sir. Goodbye."

"Goodbye," I said, and replaced the handset in the cradle.

What the fuck was that all about? Nikki had obviously given my telephone number to her school in case they tried to call her parents. After our little escapade the other night, she probably assumed I'd be cool and not do anything about it. Well, she was wrong.

A few minutes after noon, I went into the den and retrieved the scrap of paper from inside my desk. I punched Nikki's pager number into the telephone, then hung up the handset. Five minutes later the phone rang.

"Hi, Sam," Nikki said. "I was wondering when you'd get around to calling me,"

"I just spoke with Miss Baston," I said.

"Oh?" There was a long pause.

"She tells me she's on the verge of suspending you."

"What?" Nikki's disbelief sounded genuine. "I didn't think things had gone that far."

"Well, they have. Nikki, I think you and I need to discuss this."

"Okay, " she said, hesitation in her voice.

"Can you come over around three tomorrow?"

"Sure."

"Oh, and Nikki..."

"Yeah?"

"Bring the clothes and make-up Miss Baston is objecting to."

"Oh ... okay." I thought I detected a hint of curiosity. "See you tomorrow, Sam. Bye."

At three o'clock the next afternoon the doorbell rang. It was Nikki. She seemed subdued, probably sheepish over her current predicament, I thought.

"Hi," I said, offering a smile to let her know I wasn't thoroughly pissed. "Come in."

Nikki entered the house carrying a large shopping bag and followed me into the living room. I sat on my new sofa and patted the cushion beside me. Nikki took the proffered place. She was dressed conservatively in a blue knit sweater-top and loose-fitting jeans. She wasn't wearing make-up, not even lip-gloss. Her hair was done up in pigtails. She looked every inch the innocent fourteen-year-old schoolgirl.

I took her small hands in mine and said, "Nikki, I'm worried about that call from Miss Baston. I'm not upset that you gave the school my number, but I am very concerned about this threat of a suspension."

"Me, too," Nikki said, displaying what I thought was an appropriate amount of fear.

"Are the outfits you've been wearing that bad?"

"I don't think so, Sam. They just make me look a little bit older..." She hesitated a second, then added, "And a little bit sexier."

As if this little nymph needed to look any sexier.

"Well," I said, "I think I should see how you're dressing so I can make up my own mind whether Miss Baston has a point before we decide what to do."

A smirk came to Nikki's face. "Sure, Sam." She stood and headed for the staircase, carrying her shopping bag.

"Oh, and Nikki..." She turned to face me. "I want to see your make-up as well."

"O-kayyy," she said, her voice a singsong lilt. Her smirk seemed to transform into something more ominous. As she climbed the stairs, her ass appeared to wiggle a bit more provocatively under her jeans.

While Nikki was upstairs, I considered changing out of the white wife-beater shirt and gray sweatpants I'd put on that morning, but then thought, Fuck it, it's Saturday. I didn't think I had to dress up to impress this little girl.

Twenty minutes later, I heard a soft "Ahem" and looked up. Nikki was standing at the top of the stairs. My jaw dropped and my mouth gaped open like an imbecile's. She was wearing the tightest black-leather miniskirt, cut nine or ten inches above the knee and slit up the thigh. As she turned to model it, it seemed to make her ass protrude a bit more, lending her a fuller, more womanly appearance. I could also see a pair of dainty black-lace panties peeking out from under the skirt. Her long brown legs seemed to go on forever as she walked down the stairs.

Her sleeveless silver lamé top was held up by two thin spaghetti straps and came down to just above her belly button, which was adorned with a tiny diamond stud. I stared in disbelief at the two gentle swells pushing out the front of the tight silver top. It was impossible—I had seen her breasts the other night; she was almost totally flat.

As Nikki continued her descent, I gawked at the sensuous sway of her hips beneath her skirt and noticed the expensive-looking pair of four-inch stilettos that graced her feet. A delicate silver chain hugged one of her thin brown ankles.

My gaze slithered up to her face again, and I became totally mesmerized. Her dark-pink lipstick emphasized the natural allure of her lips and contrasted well with her olive complexion. Her eyes were made up with dark-blue mascara, her lashes thickened and extended. Two thin silver hoops dangled from her ears, and her pigtails had disappeared, replaced by a heap of raven-black hair piled on top of her head. She was absolutely stunning. She looked at least twenty-four instead of fourteen.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, I stood up and she came toward me, hips swaying in perfect rhythm with her sexy gait. A few feet away from me she stopped and did a slow twirl. In her heels she was nearly as tall as I was. She searched my eyes, as if desperate for approval. "So, what do you think, Sam?"

I was speechless. I had never talked to a girl this beautiful before. I completely forgot it was only little Nikki. She looked like a Playboy—no, a Penthouse—model. My mouth continued to hang open as she sashayed up to the sofa and sat down. She slowly crossed and uncrossed her legs, offering me a few more peeks of her sexy underwear, then patted the cushion beside her.

In a daze, I flopped down. She took my hands and looked into my eyes. "Tell me the truth, Sam. Do you like it?"

Entranced by her beauty, I was oblivious to everything except her little pink tongue peeking out and moistening her thin lips. "I ... uh ... you ... uh ... What was the question?" I sounded like a moron, and feared I might have to learn the English language again from scratch.

"How about my skirt?" she said. "It's real leather. Feel." She placed my hand on her thigh, near the hem. I worked the leather between my fingers, cognizant that I was mere inches away from the crotch of those sexy panties and the pleasures within.

"Nice," I said, grazing the back of my hand against the silky flesh of her thigh.

"And feel this." She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. "Silver lamé."

I copped a gentle squeeze. "Very nice."

Her breast felt a bit spongy, though. She must have read my face because she said, "I know what you're thinking." She reached down the front of her top and pulled out a handful of tissue, giggling. "Kleenex!"

Astonishment washed over my face.

She shrugged. "I needed something to fill it out." As she extracted a second wad of stuffing from the breast I was squeezing, I shifted my hand to her other small boob and tweaked the nipple through the thin fabric. Her breathing grew heavier. "Better watch it, Sam. That makes me hot." Her tongue peeked from her mouth again and licked her pink lips.

"Sorry," I said, removing my hand. Heat flooded my cheeks.

My cock had swelled inside my pants and was uncomfortable in its cramped quarters. I shifted my hips to adjust it, and it tented up the front of my sweats.

Nikki took my hands again and rested them in my lap. "Honestly, Sam, I don't dress like this to antagonize anyone. I just do it because I like it. Please tell me you like it, too?"

Her beautiful face took on a needy expression. I stared into her eyes, and thought I felt her finger trace the outline of my cock through my pants.

"Well, uh, I, uh ... Damn it, yes! I do like it! Fuck Miss Baston! You are the sexiest, most beautiful woman ... er ... girl ... I've ever seen." The words finally managed to spring free of my mouth, much to Nikki's delight.

"I like woman better," she said, smirking. Her tongue teased her lips again. She gave me a big smile and started bouncing up and down with glee, causing our hands to similarly bounce in my lap and further aggravate an already serious situation.

"Thank you, Sam! Oh, thank you! Did you see my panties?" She released my hands and lifted the hem of her skirt to show me the black frilly lace of her high-cut underwear. "I paid forty dollars for them at Frederick's. Feel." She grabbed my hand and placed it on her pubic mound, completely caught up in her bubbly schoolgirl enthusiasm. I rubbed my thumb over the material while inserting two fingers under the leg band.

"Nice," I said, "very nice." My fingers found the cleft of her cunt. Heat and moisture emanated from it like a bayou swamp. I returned my gaze to her face and stared into those mysterious dark eyes again.

I was so taken by her beauty, and so wanted to catch another glimpse of her sexy tongue, that I must have leaned closer. Then I saw it—that moist pink tip moving hypnotically toward me. Suddenly Nikki's hand was behind my head, pulling my face to hers. Her tongue split my lips and began to dance around. I groaned and flipped my hand over inside her panties, tracing the thin crease of her cooze with my index finger while finding her love button with my thumb. She moaned into my mouth and spread her legs, allowing me unfettered access to her adolescent charms. I slid my finger through her damp folds, then up into her tight teenage hole.

She jerked her mouth away from mine. "Fuck me, Sam! Fuck me now!" She yanked my sweatpants away from my stomach, grabbed my prick, and squeezed it in her tiny fist. She rubbed the pre-cum over my cockhead with her thumb while licking my face wildly. "Oh, Sam, I want your cock. I need your cock. I've needed it ever since the other night. I was so jealous. It wasn't fair that Kimmy got to fuck you while I had to frig myself in the corner. I wanted your cock in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. I wanted it everywhere. I couldn't sleep that night thinking about your big, beautiful prick. I hated the thought of Kimmy fucking you again. I wanted your cock in me. I wanted it to be mine ... all mine ... just mine."

She grabbed the neck of my undershirt with both hands and ripped it down the middle. Her right hand returned to my pecker as she tongued and sucked my nipples.

I pulled her off the couch and turned her around, so her knees were on the carpet and her arms rested on the sofa. With her ass pointed toward me I squeezed her tight skirt up over her backside, ripped off her panties, and licked the pink rosebud of her anus. I slithered my tongue through the slick folds of her pussy as I pulled down my sweats. Grabbing my dick, I spread my pre-cum between the thin lips of her hairless sex. When she was fully lubricated, I grabbed her hips and shoved my pecker into the deepest recesses of her tight teenage charms.

"Oh God!" she cried. "Oh, Sam, it feels so good! I've wanted it so long! Fuck me hard, Sam! Fuck me!" Her ass rocked back into my groin as I pounded her little hole with passion. I had never felt anything so tight. If I lasted five minutes between this Lolita's legs I figured I'd be doing well.

As my cock delved deeper into Nikki's clenching twat, I slid her spaghetti straps off her shoulders and cupped her tiny boobs from behind.

"Yes, Sam, play with my titties. Pinch them! Fuck me harder! Deeper! Faster! Fuck me, Sam! Fuck meeee!"

I was pummeling this little girl's cunt as hard and as deep and as fast as I could, and she still wanted more. She was some kind of sex freak, a fourteen-year-old nympho. As I slammed my prick up her twat, I slid my thumb into her asshole. That seemed to spur her on even more. She jammed her butt back harder, slapping it against my groin. My balls bouncing off the backs of her thighs suddenly felt tender. She reached between her legs and squeezed them gently, and her slender brown body began to tremble.

"Oh God, cum with me, Sam! Shoot your sperm inside me! I'd love it in my ass and mouth too, but right now I need it in my pussy. Shoot it up me as far as it'll go. Make me a baby, Sam. I want your bay-beeee!"

I gripped her ass cheeks and buried my cock inside her. An earthquake rattled down my spine, and I felt my seed blast into her womb.

"I can feel it, Sam!" she cried. "I can feel it!"

I gave her my best short strokes, pumping hard jets of jism up her hungry, sucking twat. She exploded, head thrashing, body convulsing, cunt muscles twisting around my spurting rod.

"Yes!" she screamed, pounding herself back harder onto my bone. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!"

I knew this little girl could cum from watching her masturbate the other night, but I'd never witnessed such a violent orgasm as she was having now. She pummeled my dick for a good two minutes before finally collapsing onto her arms.

After she returned to Earth, she slipped her cunt off my cock and sat on the carpet in front of me. I was still on my knees, watching the flow of thick white cream drool from between her puffy labia. She grabbed my cock and pulled me forward. She brought the head to her left nipple and milked it until a tiny pearl of white fluid dribbled out and coated her little brown tip. She repeated the same procedure on her other boob, and then engulfed my cock in her mouth, squeezing the remaining cum from it with her fist and cleaning her fragrant juices off with her tongue. When she was finished, she sank back against the couch and regarded me with lustful eyes. I leaned over and stuck my tongue in her mouth to share the exotic flavor of our combined sex liquids. With her hand behind my head, she urged me down toward her breasts.

"Lick my titties, Sam. Please?"

The two droplets of cum were still clinging to her nipples. I hesitated for a moment, then thought, What the hell! I licked the jism off her boobs, then sucked each into my mouth in turn, grazing my teeth over the nipples and biting down softly.

Nikki cradled my head against her chest. "Did you like that dirty talk while we were fucking, Sam?"

"Mm-hmm," I said around the tiny mound of tit-flesh.

"Did you especially like the part about the babies?" Nikki broke into a fit of giggles.

With a cosmic jolt I suddenly remembered the tender age of this young girl I had just ravished. "Mm-hmm," I moaned again, more hesitantly this time.

Nikki breathed out a long dreamy sigh. "I really like it when you suck my titties, Sam." She combed her slender fingers through my hair. "How long do you think it'll be before you can fuck me again?"

"Mmphhh!" I moaned.

Fifteen minutes later, I was still sucking Nikki's baby boobs.

"That feels so good, Sam," she purred. "Know what else I like?"

I lifted my face from her chest. "No, what?"

She yanked my head back down, plopping her nipple into my mouth. "Getting my pussy licked. I've only ever had it done by a girl, but I really got into it that time."

I cringed, remembering the massive creampie I'd just deposited between her legs.

"Sam?"

"Mmm?"

"Will you lick my pussy? Please?" Her nipple turned into a pencil tip in my mouth. I wasn't looking forward to this, but how could I refuse?

I drew back from her breast, pulled her top off over her head, peeled her mini-skirt down her hips, and gave her a sloppy French kiss, drilling my tongue down her throat. I licked her neck and shoulders, then dragged my tongue down her chest and over her taut brown abdomen until I reached her belly button. I sucked on the diamond stud there for a few seconds before continuing my downward trek. When I arrived at her cum-soaked honey-pot, I raised my face slightly to examine it. Her thin pussy lips were puffy and swollen, and large globs of thick white cream drooled from her inner folds. I tried to move some of the goo off her clit with my finger, figuring if I was careful I could just nibble on her little love button and maybe sink a couple of fingers up her well-used hole.

I had just nicely pressed my tongue against her clit when she grabbed my head and jammed my face hard into her cooze. She started grinding her hips up and down, and I had all I could do to keep my tongue extended as it slathered through her sloppy slit. I had never been used like this in my life.

As Nikki fucked her creamy cunt-lips on my tongue, I reached behind her and eased my cum-covered finger into her ass. Her sphincter clenched around the first knuckle, and then relaxed to accept the full length.

"Suck me!" she barked, screwing my head tighter into her pussy.

I hate to admit it, but I was getting a bit frightened of this young girl. She seemed to be losing control, undergoing a startling personality change.

I poked my tongue tentatively into her tiny gash and gathered up a small sample of the mixture that was frothing up there. It didn't taste too bad, so I covered her entire cunt with my mouth and started sucking like my life was on the line. Her hips bucked up into my face and she yelled, "Yes, that's it! Lick my cunt! Eat your cum out of my sloppy hole, you perv!"

I didn't like that last part, but the rest of her filthy words drove me mad. I slurped my tongue up and down her tangy twat, sucking up her nectar and my own pungent cream while reaming her asshole with my finger. I got the thumb of my other hand onto her clit and strummed it frantically as I lapped up our blended juices and punched my finger up her butt.

"Oh shit!" she grunted through clenched teeth. She fucked her slender hips up harder, and her orgasm crashed like a hurricane through her lithe frame. She jerked down on my head again, pulling it even deeper into her spasming twat. She shivered one last time and went limp.

I was still prodding her clit with the tip of my tongue when she released her death-grip on my head. Free at last! I thought. I scrambled onto my feet and said in a menacing tone, "Your turn, cunt!" I flipped her around, onto her knees again, with her arms on the sofa and her rear end facing me. I pressed my prick against her puckered anus and plunged it a full eight inches up her tight young tush.

"Oh God!" she screamed.

There was little lubrication but I didn't care. She'd had her way with me, forced me to eat my own spunk, and now I was going to return the favor. As I pounded my meat up her tight channel, I reached around and stuck the finger that had been in her ass into her mouth. "Suck it!" I yelled.

Nikki gagged and tried to spit it out, but I jammed it in farther until her lips tightened around it. Her tongue started lapping it, and I knew she was appreciating the exotic flavor of her own anal juices.

"That's better," I said, fucking my finger in and out of her face.

Her anal ring was clenching my dick like a tiny fist, the tender inner flesh clinging to my pole each time I pulled it from her butt. I grasped her hips and slammed my prick into her harder, and her head began thrashing around amid a symphony of moans.

I started to feel guilty, and was about to reach around to frig her clit, but then changed my mind. She didn't deserve any pleasure from this, I thought, and I proceeded to rape her ass even more ferociously than before.

Feeling the cum boiling up in my balls, I yanked my dick from her butt, grabbed her by the hair, and spun her around. She nearly fell face-first to the carpet, but at the last second I caught her under the chin. I tried to feed her my cock but she glued her lips together, refusing me entry. Her eyes were clamped shut as I rubbed my drooling prickhead all over her face. I released her chin and pinched her nostrils, and when her mouth popped open I jammed my dick down her throat. Her eyes watered and she started to gag. I withdrew my tool a few inches, then plunged it back in. This time her throat muscles seemed to relax and she looked more comfortable swallowing my length.