Chapter 3

Susie whistled gaily as she walked down the street. Her hips swung in an instinctive fucking rhythm that no man could ignore. Many of those who turned to follow her tantalizing ass were rewarded with a glimpse of gleaming white flesh as her short skirt was caught by a passing breeze.

The aftertaste of come was still strong in her mouth and

Susie relished it. But the male juices she had swallowed had only satisfied one very special kind of thirst; all her activity had generated another. So, when she passed the

Deluxe Luncheonette and old Mrs. Vastos waved to her through the window, Susie decided to stop for a soft drink. She hadn't been in the restaurant for a long time and wanted to say hello to the elderly Greek couple who ran it.

"Hi, Mrs. Vastos! Hi, Mr. Vastos! How are you?"

"Why, Miss Susie! Hello! Long time you no come here."

"Oh, I've been very busy. Starting Juniour High and all." The "all" was, of course, sex. Since her introduction to it that summer, Susie had had to forego many of her old habits and activities. One of them had been stopping in at the Deluxe after school. Now she did other things after school.

"You in Junior High already? My, you grow up fast. You look real good, too, Miss Susie. Theo, come see. Here Miss

Susie to say hello."

"I just dropped in for a coke."

"A coke. O.K. You sit down. Theo, take Miss Susie a coke."

Susie sat at a booth in the back of the restaurant. The vinyl banquette felt cold and sticky on her bare skin. She tried to spread her skirt demurely over her knees. Theo

Vastos brought the drink she had ordered. He was Mrs.

Vastos's husband. Both of them were in their seventies.

The restaurant was mainly run by their sons, but at least part of every day, when business was slow, Mrs. Vastos sat behind the cash register and Mr. Vastos wiped half-heartedly at the tables.

After he set the coke down, Theo Vastos stopped to chat with her in his careful but awkward and limited English. He made Susie think of Mr. Marcella, the school janitor, which brought immediately to her mind the janitor's immense and still vigorous cock, despite its age. The memory of how he had fucked her in the boiler-room just an hour before started up a new itch in her pussy and she automatically looked down at Mr. Vastos's crotch. She was surprised at what she saw.

"Why Mr. Vastos, your fly is undone. Your zipper."

The old man looked down in confusion. He had indeed forgot to do up his fly when he last came from the toilet.

It was so hard to remember everything these days. Hastily he tried to pull it up, but in his hurry he somehow got it stuck. His pulling and tugging only made things worse.

"It's stuck, Mr. Vastos. Don't pull so hard. Here, let me see if I can fix it."

Susie bent forward, her face only inches from the old man's open fly, and pushed and pulled at the zipper to no avail. Despite her extensive experience with men's zippers, she could not make it move.

But something else did move. Susie became aware of movement inside the old man's pants. Her hands were already at his open fly, and nothing in the world could have stopped them from slipping inside on a voyage of discovery. It was madness, here in the restaurant with his wife just a few feet away. However, Mr. Vastos was standing with his back to the cash-register, facing Susie, and no one else could see exactly what was happening.

Susie's hands found and instinctively began fondling the

Told man's hidden cock. Mr. Vastos was silent. She was surprised that he accepted her actions so naturally, surprised and delighted. The restaurant was empty and Susie was not used to stopping once she got a cock in her hands.

Carefully she extricated the twitching organ from its confines and pulled it out into the open. Mr. Vastos's cock was the youngest thing about him. Susie marvelled at its soft, fresh skin, and its rapidly growing length and hardness as she caressed it with her gentle but knowing hands. She looked up at the old man and whispered, hoping his wife could not hear:

"Oh, Mr. Vastos! It's so nice. I hope you don't mind but I just had to see it. I couldn't help it."

She had eyes only for that lovely thing, and she was about to lean forward and kiss it when her reverie was rudely interrupted.

"Papa! What you take so long for? You bothering Miss

Susie?"

It was Mrs. Vastos. She had left her cash-register and was hobbling painfully on her arthritis-ridden legs towards the back of the restaurant. Susie frantically tried to push the old man's prick back into his pants, but her caresses had had their effect and it was now too long, too hard. Mr.

Vastos didn't seem to be worried that his wife might discover him like this, his cock poking out of his pants right in front of a fourteen year old schoolgirl.

"Oh! So that what going on. But maybe Susie no like.

You ask her first, Theo?"

"My zipper, Mama. My zipper stuck. Won't go up. Miss

Susie help."

"Funny helping. Zipper no go up but something else do.

So, you like, Susie? I thought so all the time, but you so young I wonder. Me, I like too when I your age. My Theo, he have nice schlong, you no think?"

Susie had never heard the word "schlong" before, but she knew exactly what Mrs. Vastos was talking about. Once she got over her amazement she stopped trying to hide the wonderful tool, but she felt she should at least let go of it. Mrs. Vastos had a very unusual attitude but Susie didn't know how far it would extend. Looking was one thing, touching might be quite another. The old man's long, youthful cock stood there, poking straight out from his fly, and all three of them looked at it with admiration.

"You're not angry then, Mrs. Vastos? I mean me touching your husband. It was me who did it, not Mr. Vastos. It was all my fault."

"Fault, schmalt. No fault. Theo really proud of his schlong. Like to show it to the girls. But that's nothing.

You should see our sons. Great big. Like this."

Mrs. Vastos stretched her hands several feet apart.

Susie knew she was exaggerating, but just the thought of two sons with pricks even bigger than their father's was enough to make her pussy Tache with sudden want.

"It's a very nice prick, uh, I mean schlong. You have every right to be proud, Mr. Vastos. At your age, too."

"Poor Theo. He stuck with it now. I no bother with that stuff any more, but Theo, he still like it."

Mr. Vastos looked imploringly at Susie, then down at his slightly wilting erection. She reached out tentatively and touched his cock. His wife said nothing. Emboldened, Susie wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it throb against her hand. Then she started moving her hand up and down its length. She looked over at Mrs. Vastos who was smiling happily as she watched Susie's fingers move on her husband's cock.

"Is it all right, Mrs. Vastos? I can't help it, it's so nice. I just have to touch it."

"Sure, Miss Susie. You go right ahead. I remember what it used to be like. It long time since Theo have any fun like that."

"Ah, yes, nice, nice, Miss Susie. Oh yes! Since

Anastasia gone, no more," the old man sighed.

While continuing to pump his hard prick Susie looked inquiringly at Mrs. Vastos.

"Anastasia. She our daughter. Long time she used to play with Theo's schlong. Then she get married, but she still come back see us sometime and play with schlong. Now she have little girl and not come so much. Poor Theo! He not come much neither no more." Mrs. Vastos laughed heartily at her own joke and even Susie had to smile. "You make him come, Miss Susie? It been long time for him. I get towel. No one in restaurant now. Anyway, I close."

Susie pumped steadily, her head awhirl with all she had heard. Her mouth watered at the sight of the old man's glowing cockhead above her fist. It was getting ready to shoot, she could tell. It would be such a waste to spill it all into a towel.

"Mrs. Vastos ... is it all right ... I mean ... can I use my mouth? Then you won't need a towel."

"Oh, Susie! You like do that? Me too, long time ago.

Not now. Not even Anastasia do that. I watch. You go head."

And Susie gladly went "head". Her luscious lips swooped down over the tip of Mr. Vastos's cock and began to suck.

Mrs. Vastos clapped her hands in glee. Susie's hands continued to pump up and down on the long shaft while her mouth engulfed the head. She swept her tongue over the crown, tasting the first drops of fluid that were beginning to leak out.

"Oh, Miss Susie! Susie! Oh, good, good, good! More than 'tasia."

The old man babbled in a mixture of Greek and English.

Susie didn't always understand what he was saying, but she certainly understood what his cock was saying to her mouth.

Unwrapping her fingers from his cock-shaft, she clutched at his frail hips and pulled him towards her until his prick was pushing deep into her throat. Then she pushed him slowly back, keeping her lips locked on his throbbing shaft.

When she pulled him back into her, swallowing an extra inch of cock this time, he quickly understood what she wanted and began thrusting in and out of her mouth in long gentle strokes while his wife watched and beamed her approval.

Even though she wasn't interested in "that" anymore, she was pleased to see that her husband's "schlong" could still appeal to even such a young and sexy girl as Susie. It made her remember that she hadn't been much older than fourteen when she married him.

Mrs. Vastos watched happily as her seventy-five year old husband pumped his cock, his schlong, between the clinging lips of a fourteen year old schoolgirl in broad daylight, almost in the middle of their family restaurant. She was even happier when she saw her husband close his eyes and begin to shake and clutch at Susie's bobbing head. She watched in fascination the way the young girl's throat muscles worked as she swallowed the long pent-up load that the poor, sex-starved old man shot into her mouth.

Susie continued to suck gently on the old man's cock for a long time. She couldn't get over how young and vital it still felt in her mouth, and how much juice it had spurted into her stomach. When at last she pulled her lips from the shrunken organ, a drop of gism hung from her lip. Mrs.

Vastos stretched out a motherly hand and wiped it away; then she presented her finger to Susie to lick clean.

"Oh, that was so good, Mr. Vastos! And you came so much! I didn't think I'd be able to swallow it all.

Gallons and gallons. I'd be happy to play with your schlong anytime if your daughter Anastasia doesn't want to any more.

You just tell me when. It's so delicious."

"Hah! Theo's got nice schlong all right. But you should see my sons, Miss Susie. Big like this! And fat.

Not old and skinny like his."

"I thank you, Miss Susie. Your mouth so good. But Mama right. Both our boys got big schlong. Like father," said

Mr. Vastos with paternal pride. In a burst of enthusiasm and afection Susie jumped to her feet to wrap her arms around Mr. Vastos's neck and planted a big kiss on his surprised lips. Mrs. Vastos grabbed her arm.

"Hey! What you do? Theo my husband. You no kiss him like that. Not right, Miss Susie. You don't do again, please."

A bewildered Susie let her arms drop from the old man's neck. It was all right for her to suck Mr. Vastos's cock in public and swallow his come, but she was not to kiss him on the lips. She didn't really understand, but she was happy to go along with the rules as long as she was free to suck his cock. Her pussy was beginning to itch again. Visions of the Vastos boys with their legendary cocks, big like this, floated through her head.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Vastos. I didn't mean anything. It's just that you have such a nice husband. And ... uh...

Mrs. Vastos... ?"

"Yes, Miss Susie?"

"I bet your sons are nice, too. Do you think I could meet your schl ... I mean your sons, someday?"

"Oh sure, Miss Susie. You like big schlongs, you gonna really like my sons. You meet right now. Steve and Chris, they in the kitchen now. You come with me. You come too,

Theo."

The three of them went through a swinging door into the small kitchen. Two fat, middle-aged men were sitting on chairs smoking. They both jumped to their feet and put out their cigareettes when they saw their mother appear.

"Boys, boys. I told you million timers, you no smoke in kitchen. But I want for you to meet Miss Susie. Susie, these my sons, Christopher and Stephen."

Susie politely shook their hands, hoping she would soon have her hands on other parts of them. Both men wore T- shirts and dirty white trousers. They also wore aprons which frustrated Susie's attempts to catch a glimpse of their famous schlongs.

The two men stared curiously at the young girl. Of course, they had seen her before around the restaurant, but they were puzzled that their mother had brought her back to the kitchen. However, they were quite happy to have her lovely young body to look at. As Theo Vastos moved past

Susie to stand beside his wife, Chris caught sight of his gaping fly. "Papa," he whispered. "Your zipper!"

"It stuck. It no go up," the old man replied in a normal voice.

"Stuck, schmuck. Don't worry so much Christopher. Your

Papa just been showing Miss Susie his schlong. She like very much. Even eat right up, just like a hot dog. Now she want to see you and Steve. Show her your schlongses, both of you."

Chris and Steve Vastos were shocked speechless. They looked in bewilderment from the sweet, sexy schoolgirl to their grinning father's open trouser front, to their mother's happy face. Her words slowly sank in. They convinced themselves that she had, in fact, said it, but they did not know how to react. They knew enough of their mother's ideas to accept her words and, since Susie did not express any shock or outrage, they began to think that it might even be true, no matter how unbelievable. Their eyes fixed on hers. She smiled warmly, enjoying their confusion as she hoped to soon be enjoying their cocks.

"Your mother has told me so much about you, I just had to see them ... I mean you. She says your pricks are even nicer than your Dad's, and his is really nice. I'd really like to see yours, too. Won't you please show me?"

"Go on, boys. I know you both got nice big schlongs.

Show them to Miss Susie. She like schlongs like I used to.

Go on, hurry up. Miss Susie not got all night."

The two men looked at each other, then slowly put down their cigarettes and began to fumble with the knots of their apron strings. They threw off the white aprons, but they could not bring themselves to go any further. Susie saw their hesitation.

"Mrs. Vastos? Can I do it? Can I open their pants? Do you think they'll mind?" she asked impatiently.

"My boys too shy. Sure, you go head. They no mind, do you boys?"

The two men simply shook their heads as Susie quickly and happily approached them. First she stroked and fondled the crotches of their stained white trousers. Yes, she could feel the heavy, swollen flesh. Immediately her tiny hands went to work on their belts, while the two men stood almost petrified. In a moment their pants were open and

Susie's hands were foraging in their underwear.

"Oh my! They really do feel nice, Mrs. Vastos. Oh! I can feel yours move, Mr. Christopher. Do you like me touching you. Oh, and now yours too, Mr. Steve. Oh, I want to see them, but I can't get them out like this."

The touch of her hands on the bare flesh of their cocks, on top of everything else, had excited them to such an extent that even Susie's practiced hands could not pull the swelling poles through the openings in their jockey shorts.

While Mrs. Vastos nodded in approval, and the two men began gasping with pleasure, Susie pushed their pants and underwear down around their knees. She exclaimed in delight when she looked up. Mrs. Vastos was right; they were indeed "big like this" and so very fat.

In Susie's brief but very crowded experience with men's cocks she had seldom seen bigger--and these weren't even fully erect yet. Susie remedied that deficiency in a hurry.

She stood in front of the two men and fondled each one with one hand, a dreamy look on her face as she imagined how their schlongs would feel inside of her. Then she bent down to inspect the marvelous organs more closely, to inhale their scent and, after a furtive glance towards the boys' mother, to plant a big kiss on the head of each cock. The men gasped and stiffened in disbelief. When Mrs. Vlastos said nothing, Susie let herself go and spread wide her lips to swallow the head of Steve's cock.

However, in bending over, Susie revealed that she was panty-less under her skirt. Hardly anyone was looking, so fascinated were they all by the contrast between Susie's tiny hands and delicate lips and those huge, bloated pieces of male meat. But old Theo Vastos was trying to get a better view of Susie's lips on his sons' cocks when he noticed the naked flesh beneath her skirt. The sight of those sweet, round globes stopped him in his tracks. His eyes brightened. While Susie fondled and kissed his sons' schlongs, he reached out to grab at her ass.

Mrs. Vlastos did not see because she had quickly turned and hurried to a wall telephone. She dialled almost blindly, her proud, maternal eyes fixed on little Susie's attempt to get one of those great schlongs inside her mouth.

"Hello, George. That you? Mama here. george, you come right way to kitchen. Yes, restaurant. No, I no tell you.

A surprise. You come quick." She hung up abruptly and settled into one of the chairs vacated by her sons to watch her family enjoy themselves.

"Old Theo Vastos now had his finger in Susie's pussy while her lips were stretched tightly around the bulbous knob of Steve's cock-head. Suddenly the old man plunged his finger deep into her cunt and pressed his thumb against her asshole. Susie jumped forward--from surprise and delight, not pain--and Steve's great knob popped into her mouth just as the old man's thumb popped through her anus and pressed against the finger in her cunt. The old man's probing fingers spurred her to suck voraciously on the son's cock, swallowing it inch by inch, as she wriggled her ass enthusiastically against the old man's hand, wishing he could put something bigger than his fingers in her.

Chris Vastos was left standing with his cock sticking out of his pants and a bewildered, forlorn look on his face.

Susie's mouth was fully occupied by his brother and her ass by his father. When Mrs. Vlastos saw that he was being left out, she called to her husband.

"Theo, you stop that! Look, poor Chris. He got nothing to do. You let him play with Susie's bummie. If Susie don't mind. You mind, Susie? You let Chris feel your bummie? Maybe you even let him put his schlong in you? If it not too big? You like? Chris he do it good."

If Susie had ever wanted to cry out, "yes!", that was the time. But the huge pole in her mouth made it impossible. She nodded her head as vigorously as she could, making Steve Vastos moan from the sensations it produced on his cock. She wriggled and shook her "bummie", hoping

Christopher or his mother would understand. She missed the old man's fingers already, but just the thought of one of those great schlongs pushing inside her drowned out any regrets.

Under his wife's stern glance, the old man reluctantly pulled his hand from Susie's ass and moved away to sit beside her in the chair. Chris Vastos frantically tried to pull off his pants, but ended up hobbling into position at

Susie's rear. He watched that lovely behind for a few seconds as it squirmed in frustration and invitation. Then he reached out to stroke the glowing flesh, almost hypnotized by its whiteness. Finally he took his mighty prick in two hands and set its swollen head against the pink and gleaming lips of Susie's pussy. Susie pushed back as hard as she could to try to capture the fleshy knob, but his mother's voice made him start and pull away. Susie moaned in frustration around the meaty pole in her mouth until she heard what Mrs. vastos had to say.

"Christopher! What you do? You know not right to put your schlong there! Didn't I teach you better. You put in other place, like I show you. Is better. Right Miss Susie?

You like like that, no?"

Susie was surprised at the old lady's words but she didn't care where he put it as long as he put it in her somewhere soon. If Mrs. Vlastos didn't want her son to fuck her cunt then she was quite happy to give him her asshole.

Once again she nodded her head vigorously. Steve groaned again and his cock sank several inches further into her throat.

When Chris had re-aimed his mighty missile and started to press it tentatively against her tiny asshole, Susie was pushed even more firmly onto his brother's cock. Its great length was almost completely buried in her throat before the other brother finally managed to force the swollen knob of his cock-head through her anxious anal opening. Once that tight ring of muscle had snapped firmly around his shaft,

Chris Vastos let out a roar and began thrusting into the young girl, forcing her throat down the last few inches onto his brother's cock. He straightened his knees and suddenly

Susie's feet were off the floor. She was completely impaled now, just as she had been between the two salesman a little while before, but this was even better. Never had she felt so full, so stuffed with wonderful man-meat. Even though her cunt was empty, the sheer size of the cocks in her other two openings more than made up for it.

But she couldn't breathe. She almost hadn't noticed, so enraptured had she been by the progress of Chris Vastos's big cock up the tight channel of her ass. Steve Vastos wasn't moving. The sensation of her throat muscles clamped around his rigid shaft, squeezing and pulsating, was simply too good. Susie had to push at his legs before he grabbed her head and began to move in her, pulling his mighty cock back until only the great knob was in her mouth so she could gulp a breath of air, then sending the complete length of his shaft deep into her throat again.