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Chapter 6 - Peggy Part Three

 

Before I retreated to the couch I was supposed to sleep on, I managed to hump two more loads of come into Peggy's butterfly pussy. Peggy's inner pussy canal was as bumpy as her nipples. Her pussy would fluctuate wet-to-dry to wet again during a long fucking session. When her pussy was slippery, the bumpy terrain of her cunt was fricative and fun. When she was dry the experience was not unlike masturbating with rolled up sheet of sandpaper.

I had been exceptionally tender in my love making. I paced myself and -- as she renewed her pussy juice -- I gave Peg the short, clit-grinding fuckstroke she needed to come. She did. I did.

The sun came up and I hobbled my way to the couch. My cock head was rubbed raw and smarted against the buffing movement of my boxers. The balls that had been brimming and blue 24 hours earlier were sore from contracting and pumping come and slapping against Peggy's ass all night.

I wondered how long the pleasurable pall of my winning at powersex would hang over our relationship. I may have slept better in the hours that followed than I ever have in my entire life. Oh, the deep satisfaction. The scratch of the id itch that had plagued me throughout my teen years. Oh how delightful to get exactly what I wanted exactly the way I wanted it.

Yum.

Chapter 7 - Peggy Part Four

Day Two with the Wagners went smoothly. Mr. and Mrs. Wags were home all day. They cooked a big dinner, and afterward we all crowded into the family room and watched something a rental on the ol' VHS atop the Magnovox. I could not have sparked a hardon if you had payed me gold dubloons for every second I could keep it up. I was drained. Peggy seemed to put the events of the previous night behind us. Suzie was acting hooterish, though. She kept looking at me with suspicion. I began to wonder if she'd heard me throat fuck and slap her sister. It was possible.

On Day Three, Peggy and I did our own respective things. She had to work her job at a shoe store. I hung out with my male high school buddies. I rolled back to the Wagner household around Ten at night. Peggy's shift ended at six, but she still wasn't home.

Suzie was splayed out on the couch with Oscar the Dachshund curled up in the floor beside her. I plopped on the couch at Suzie's feet. Some author I didn't recognize was on Johnny Carson. I asked Suzie who he was and she said she didn't pay any attention. She was just waiting for the musical guest. She was in her pajamas and had a crocheted yarn afghan pulled around her shoulders for comfort. She gave me a forced little smile but said nothing.

Unusual.

Mr. and Mrs. Wags were already in their bed, probably watching the TV in their room as per usual.

Suzie loved to cuddle, and Suzie loved when I worked my fingernails up and down her back. It seemed like an opportune time to give her some of the attention she craved. I pulled the afghan off her, scooped her up and l lay back down where Suzie had been with her on top of me and the afghan over both of us. I spooned her and gave her a hug.

"Nice," she mumbled. She smiled a little more than I'd seen in two days. I was used to her lighting up when I walked in the room, but she was much closer to frosty that night. Something was definitely up.

I kissed her ear lightly and breathed hot into her neck. It tickled her and she squirmed.

"Where's Peg?" I asked.

"Dunno." Suzie answered.

"Sure you do," I teased. "Her shift was over hours ago. She only works a half mile away. Surely she stopped home to pee ten times and change clothes."

Suzie laughed, uneasy. "I think she went out with a friend after work."

"Dixie?"

"Yeah. Maybe. Not sure."

"Hmmm," I teased. "I guess you'll just have to be my girlfriend until she gets home."

No. Not even remotely serious. I was merely trying to play to her ego and feed her crush a little.

"I'm going to bed," she said, crawling off me and the couch.

"What is wrong, Honey?" I asked. "Do you want to talk about something? Something eating at you?"

Suzie looked at me. Studied me. "No," she said. "I'm just tired. See you tomorrow."

"Domani," I waved.  Odd. Very odd. She must have heard me rough up her sister. Dammit.

Peggy sneaked quietly through the garage door just before midnight.

"Hey darlin'" I called to her.

"Hey." She locked the door behind her.

"How's Dixie Dawn?""

"Uh... Dixie? She's good. Yeah. Looking at colleges, you know."

"Cool."

Peggy sat by me on the edge of the couch and I pulled her down for a kiss. And another kiss. Then we were tongue wrestling. I started to paw up under the flap of her shirt to squeeze the lacy mellons in her bra.

"Baby," she whispered. "Baby I'm exhausted. I can't keep my eyes open."

"'sokay," I whispered back. "I'll be quick. Quicker still if you stay on your knees. You know how fast I came last time with you on your knees."

"No really," she whispered between kisses."I've been going full steam all day. I'd go narcoleptic on you. I don't want to fight with you, baby, I'm just really really tired."

I pulled Peggy's hand down onto the warm bulge in my jeans. "Quick quick quick," I promised.

Peggy sighed. "Okay. Whip 'im out."

I unbuttoned my 501s in a single yank, pushed them down to my ankles. I kicked them off, then shucked my boxers, wadded them, and hid them under the couch cushions. I worked my right ankle through one leg of my discarded jeans. The moment I heard a creak in the hallway floor, I could jump right back into my pants. I stood in front of Peg with my hard cock waving at her forehead. Peggy had no choice but to get on her knees to get her mouth level with my needy prick. Pre-come coated my cock head and a thin stream of bubbling wet glycerin strung down and bounced like a lazy tongue from a serpent.

Peggy went right to work. There was no artistry in her suck. She latched her lips around my cockhead and the rough flat of her tongue immediate began goading the nerves on the face of my cock. The suction was so direct and so powerful that my feet left the carpet when I jerked in stimulation overload.

When Peggy was giving pure maintenance sex, she had a habit of turning a blow job into a wet hand job after just one or two minutes of sucking. Not that night. She was a machine. I kept thinking, If this is what I get from ringing Peggy's bell, I'm going to have to slap her around more often.

I rested my hand against the back of her head. I didn't have to push. It was all I could do to keep up with the power of her pistoning head. Peggy sucked like she was trying to siphon ten dollar bills through a radiator hose. In less than five minutes my balls were trying to crawl up inside me with tension. My prick pulsed and the upward tingle of nerve endings signaled I wouldn't last much longer.

Peggy knew it too. Her eyes opened and she took a few more hard grunting sucks. She released her suction and brought her lips to the very tip of my come hole. She stopped for a moment to gush up a mouth full of saliva. Then she bubbled a huge wash of spit on my cock head and pushed it down slowly with a delicate mouth. She pulled off once more and her practiced hand locked behind my cockhead and started pumping hard.

"You like that? You like that trampy suck?" she purred. Her hand was a blur and I began to melt from the backs of my legs.

I was shocked. I'd been trying to get Peggy to talk dirty since I'd known her. Suddenly she was looking me in the eye and talking shit with a nasty little smile on her face.

I passed the point of no return. I had seconds before I spewed cum.

"Suck!" I barked.

Peggy didn't suck. She just looked at me.

"Suck!" I insisted. "Now!"

Peggy had one more moment of cock pumping to look at me. The porn queen vanished and the annoyed bitch look I knew so well returned. Resigned, she stopped pumping cock and wrapped her soft lips around my cock head at the exact moment I shuddered come, bucking my hips and and thrashing my head involuntarily. I pressed a hand against the back of her head to keep her from pulling away. I looked down long enough to see her nose crinkle and the blatant look of disgust in Peggy's expression as her tongue washed under jets of my salty seed.

As fast as the blow job had unfolded, my come didn't have much time to warm up and thin out. I came hard but I didn't come more than five thick pumps. The moment I twitched a sixth time I could tell I was shooting blanks. My hand came off the back of Peggy's head and her mouth slipped off my cock. She cupped her stroking hand and spit my foamy load right back out into it. It brimmed and trickled over the edge where she caught the spillage with her other hand.

"Wow," she said. "That was a new land speed record for you. Can you get me a couple tissues? Li'l help here?"

I shuffled over and grabbed a Kleenex box off the top of the television. I pulled out a wad of several tissues and dropped them into her cupped hands.

"Thanks," Peggy said. She soaked up my loose come from her hands and then dabbed at the drip string hanging from my cock head.

I was annoyed that Peg hadn't swallowed my load. I was too awash in post orgasmic swoon to make an issue of it.

"Bed," she pulled herself up to standing. "See you tomorrow."

As I lay on the couch that night, I kept turning it all over and over in my head. Had I changed my relationship with Peggy when I roughed her up? For the better? For worse? Had it really changed at all, or were the peculiarities in Peg's shifting attitudes just another moody anomaly of hers?

Something else struck me like a hammer. Caryn had never swallowed my come. Why? Because I'd never told her to. Why? I didn't know.

I had never gone from Caryn's pussy back to her mouth for more suck. Why? Because I'd never had a mind to do it. Why? I didn't know.

I had never tasted Caryn's pussy. Not once in three months of nearly constant sex. Why? I didn't know.

But I did know. Even though Caryn was my pet fucktoy, I was still letting Peggy's bullshit bed hangups govern my sex sessions with Caryn. I didn't lick Caryn's pussy because Peggy's pussy smelled like a urinal.

Why? I didn't have a good answer.

Peggy was my "real" girlfriend and Caryn was my "fill-in" girlfriend... Why? Caryn wasn't a perfect suck, and not a perfect fuck, but Caryn's attitude had been better in the sack than Peggy had ever been on her best day. If Caryn had hang ups, what were they? She wanted to suck from her knees in the floor? That was a hang up? She needed a razor over her asshole and a good bush thatching? That was a hang up? Really?

I realized in the dead of that night that I missed Caryn. A lot. Not just her pussy, but the ease of her companionship as well. I tried to remember Caryn complaining about something I'd said or done. I tried to remember ever seeing a look of disgust on Caryn's face like the one Peggy had just shown me when I pumped come in her mouth.

What the fuck? What the fuck! I realized I was more attached to my fucktoy than my girlfriend.

I thought about calling Caryn. Then I realized I didn't even have her home phone number for the farm she lived on. I'd never asked. Man, I really had taken Caryn for granted. Instead of sleeping I started making lists of the freaky shit I was going to try on Caryn when I got back to school. As I fantasized, Caryn balked at my orders and I slapped her hard across the face. Then fantasy Caryn -- a Caryn with eye makeup and long, wavy dark brunette hair -- complied reluctantly, her meek little mouse expression fearfully worried for the next slap to crack loud against her jaw. My cock stiffened thinking about it and I jacked my cock until warm come rained down on my stomach. I barely had the presence of mind to pull up my boxers before I drifted off.

Chapter 8 - Peggy Part Five

Day Four with the Wagners was tame and sexless.

Day Five was Christmas Eve, when the Wagners opened their presents. Being college-poor (and a thoughtless asshole) I brought presents for no one. Being wonderful, the entire Wagner family showered me with gifts. Mr. and Mrs. Wags gave me two sweaters and a pair of stonewashed jeans with black leather accents sewn above the pockets. Peggy cooed and clucked her tongue. I thought they looked like something a gay guy would wear. They fit like a glove.

Peggy gifted me some moderately expensive cologne and a near-mint copy of Iron Man #1 from 1968. Back in 1988 it must have cost her $25. My comic collection was ransomed in my parent's basement, but the classic Silver Age title was a very thoughtful gift. Cliff would be impressed.

The last package was from Suzie. It felt like something cheap packaged in bubble plastic was beneath the paper. For some reason I expected that she bought me some kind of action figure. Suzie was bouncing up an down with excitement. "C'mon, Skip. Open it! Open it!"

I made a point of opening the gift with a peculiar paranoid-slow caution for the express purpose of driving little Suzie bonkers. I'd break a piece of tape, then sniff the package suspiciously. Suzie lost patience and ripped the package out of my hands. Her little fingernails shredded her own wrapping while her parents both howled at the sight of her enthusiasm .

"Here!" She thrust the plastic box at me. "What do you think? Do you like it?"

Entombed in the plastic clamshell was a modest rechargeable Remington beard trimmer with four trimming attachments.

"It's uh... Awesome," I said.

"You retard!" Peggy slapped her forehead. "He dosn't even have a beard!"

Suzie was undeterred. "But he did? Remember? Last year? He had that awesome beard?"

I came home from my freshman year at college with an embarrassingly ridiculous beard. Cliff had grown a beard, a real beard, that first semester and I copied the cat. Cliff looked pretty cool with his face scruff. I looked like a thirteen year old playing Lord Capulet in a high school play. Peggy told me it looked stupid. She was right. I shaved it off as soon as I got back to the dorm.

"Totally," I said.

"And remember when I asked you why you shaved it off, you said it was because it was hard to keep trimmed right? And you didn't have a beard trimmer?"

As she said it, I remembered saying exactly that. Suzie had been crestfallen then next time I came home without the beard. She loved it.

"Yeah, yeah," I said. "This is awesome, Sooz. Next time you see me, I'm going to look like a young George Lucas."

"Oh, God help me," Peggy sighed.

Mr. Wags chimed in, "Well at least you can trim the hair on your balls, kid." Mrs. Wags gasped and punched him in his deltoid.

"But Mr. Wags," I said, "Didn't I mention that I was born without genitalia? I'm as sexless as a Ken doll."

Mr. Wagner chortled sadly. "I'd sleep a lot better at night if I thought that were true, kid."

Before 24 hours had passed, my pubis looked like a well-manicured golf course. That trimmer was one of the best, most life-changing gifts I ever received. There was no doubt that Caryn was getting her unkempt bush sculpted into a tight topiary once I got back to school.

With the presents opened, Mr. and Mrs. Wags uncorked half the liquor cabinet and began drowning their livers in earnest.

Suzie complained she wasn't feeling great. The Wagner family was driving to Chicago on Christmas Day for four days with Mrs. Wagner's folks. Part of the reason I had been given the full run of their hospitality was based on the expectation that I would take care of Oscar the weiner dog while the family made their annual pilgrimage to visit their Schaumberg kin. Mrs. Wags found an extra key so I could come and go as I pleased while they were gone. Peggy stayed up late to chatter with her folks and snack on the hors d'ouvres. Suzie turned in early.

Chapter 9 - Babysitting Suzie Part One

I woke on Christmas Day to bedlam ruckus. Mr. Wags was upset. He was a big mountain of a man and when he bellowed, there was no sleeping through it.

"Goddamn! Goddamn the luck."

"Floyd," Mrs. Wags countered, "It's really not that big of a deal. She'll be fine."

"She's puking! I can't drive with her puking the whole ride up there."

"It's not the end of the world, Floyd."

"I know. I know. Dammit. We'll just have to try and get to Chicago this Easter."

"Honey, what are you talking about? Suzie can stay home this time. Seriously, what are you freaking out for?"

"We can't leave her here alone!"

From the couch I tried not to laugh. I was pretty sure Peg and Suzie had been left alone for many four-day stretches while Mom and Dad Wagner were on a long bender. Peggy sure didn't do anything paternal to take care of Suzie. If ever there was a twelve-going-on-thirteen year old who was comfortable on her own for a week, it was Suzie.

"Maybe she could stay with Maxy?" Mrs. Wags said."I'll call Ursela."

"On Christmas Day?"

"Uh... Hey..." Peggy interrupted. "Seriously. Is there some reason you're pretending that Skip isn't staying here while we're gone?"

The loud hallway went silent.

"You think he'd mind?" Mrs. Wags whispered.

"Mom," Peggy said, exasperated. "Skip is freeloading in your house. The least he can do is watch the Brat for a couple of days. He can check in and make sure she's not dead between hanging out with his friends. Gawd. You guys can really bring the drama."

Silence in the hallway again.

Mrs. Wags walked into the living room and I set up on my couch/bed. "Skip, darling?"

"Not a problem," I said, wringing sleep from my eyes for effect.

"Peggy will leave you the keys to her Parisienne, just in case. I'll leave you and Suzie some cash in case she gets worse and needs to go the emergency room."

"Wow. Is it that bad?" I asked.

"No, not bad at all. Just being a mom. Planning for the worst. You really wouldn't mind?"

"Don't even worry for a minute, Mrs. Wags. I'll keep an eye on her."

Mrs. Wags smiled. The family Caddy backed out of the garage almost exactly an hour later. All that chaos transitioned into a house so quiet I could hear my pulse squish through my inner ear.

I watched some parades on the television. After a few hours, I walked down the hallway and put my ear at Suzie's door.

"You better open it, Skip," she said from the other side. "How else are you going to know if I'm dead or not?"

I smiled and let myself into her room. She was on top of her sheets stretching. She was wearing an oversized yellow T-shirt with a silver iron-on decal that read "Itty Bitty Titty Committee Chairwoman." It had been a gift from Mr. Wags the night before. He thought it was hilarious, if that tells you anything about Mr. Wags. Or perhaps it says more about how much less uptight the late 80s were when a dad could buy his own pre-teen daughter a shirt that commented on her tits and not get a visit from Child Protective Services.

"You look like you're feelin' better," I said.

Suzie smiled a shit-eating grin. "I do," she said. "I feel great!"

"Oh shit," I gasped. "You total faker!"

"Maybe," she giggled.

"Why?"

"Just didn't want to go this year."

"You wanted to stay back so you could play wokka-chikka, wokka-chikka with your little boyfriend," I pointed a finger at her.

"What if I did?"

"Well then you are screwed because I'm not letting you have any guests until your mom gets back."

"What? Why?"

"You are too young to be be messin' around with boys."

"Oh Skip," Suzie laughed. "You are the biggest fucking hypocrite!"

This stung for a second. I looked at her laughing. "You may have a point there," I said.

"What's in it for me if I let your little friend come over and play doctor?"

"Skip," Suzie stretched again, her T-shirt rising higher and higher on her thighs. "Hank is gone to his grandma's too. He's not in town."

"Hank?" I said, feigning jealousy. "Hank? What kind of douchebag name is Hank for a middle schooler, huh?"

Suzie posed with her arms twisted over her head and her heels slightly off the sheets, her toes pointed like a centerfold. "Well... Skip, for your information... Skip, Hank isn't a middle schooler. He's 15."

"Holy shit! Fifteen? What's wrong with boyfriends your own age?"

Suzie roiled with laughter. "Jeezus you are a hypocrite! My back itches. Come here and scratch my back." It wasn't an unusual request. I'd scratched her back while she balanced on my knee, my hand up the back of her shirt like a ventriloquist puppet. We'd done it many times.

I sat down on the edge of her bed and she flipped over onto her stomach. I lifted her night shirt to get my fingernails to her back. I saw her skinny little bare ass uncovered. I froze. I was expecting panties.

"Scratch!" Suzie pleaded. I pushed my hand into the back of her shirt and began tracing looping circles through her shoulder blades with whatever fingernails I had. Suzie co"d and moaned with pleasure. I let my fingernails circle lower and lower until I traced a spiral around and around on her skinny left ass cheek. Gooseflesh rippled outward up her back and down her legs. Suzie froze and stopped moaning. She pushed her face into the pillow in front of her. She went rigid as a plank. My fingernail skipped to her other ass cheek, spiraled, and began a lazy S-wave down the back of her thigh. Suzie screamed with repressed tickle delight and pulled away, flopping on her back like a fish and howling throaty laughter.

"Gah! Skip! I can't take it!" Her hands rubbed at her thighs, trying to sand away chicken skin with palm friction.

With her shirt still pulled high on her midriff, her hairless little pussy mound danced in front of me. Her slit was a shadowed keyhole, a thin oval at the top dropping into a tight crease with no sign of labia sticking out. I was kind of shocked by it. It wasn't particularly sexy to me, but it was fascinating. I'd never seen a girl pussy before. Before I could pull my eyes away from it, Suzie caught me staring.

"You wanna tickle my kitty too?" she looked me dead in the eye and smiled.

"That's okay," I said. "I'm only licensed through Tickle Union 507 to scratch backs and the occasional little girl ass. No pussies, I'm afraid."

"Oh come on, Skip," Suzie grinned. "You can't make it four whole days without sex."

"Says who?"

"Says Peggy. And my ears. You always want it when you're here."

"Well, I'm flattered by the offer, Honey. Really. But you're just a liiiiiitle too young for me."

"At least let me suck your dick?" she pleaded. "Every guy wants his dick sucked. You always want your dick sucked."

I was a little shocked. Mostly I assumed she was yanking my chain.

"Maybe later," I said. "As long as you really aren't sick, why don't you grab a shower and get dressed. We'll get lunch at a Denny's if we can find one open. Then you can pick a movie and we'll go on a date. How about that?"

"Ohhh! A date! That's even better! Then you'll make love to me."

"Don't hold your breath," I said.

 

Chapter 10 - Babysitting Suzie Part Two

I wanted to see Rain Man. Suzie wanted to see Beaches. I lost. It was her mom's money after all.

I slumped in my theater seat and hoped no one would recognize me. Suzie bawled and bawled some more at the end.

She was still dabbing her eyes as we walked through the parking lot. The wind was blustery. The first snow of the season started swirling down. "White Christmas," I said.

"I don't think it counts if it isn't already on the ground on Christmas morning." she sniffled.

"Dammit!" I shouted to the sky. "You're late again, Mr. Snow!" I was trying to coax a smile out of Suzie. The movie had left her melancholy.

I let her in the passenger car door before I walked around and slid into the bench seat of the big Pontiac.

"Hey Skip, can I ask you a favor?" Suzie asked after I turned the engine over.

"Anything for you, girly," I said.

"Can we run by SuperGas on the way home?"

"If it's open. Whatcha need?"

"Uhm... Condoms?" her shoulders shrugged and her expression went sheepish.

I sighed. "Absolutely," I said. If I could play a part in preventing Baby Hank Junior from stretching in the wrong direction through Suzie's little girl twat, I would do whatever I could.

"And cigarettes?"

"You? Really? Uh... okay. I guess." Mrs. Wags smoked Virginia Slims. Mr. Wags smoked Pall Malls. Peggy had been known to puff a Lucky Strike now and again. It wasn't a shock that Suzie was going to smoke too.

"And one more thing?" Suzie was cringing.

"Wha?"

"A Playgirl magazine?"

"Oh get out of here," I said. "Playgirl! I'd look like a total faggot buying a Playgirl magazine at a gas station."

"Please? It's not for me. It's what Maxy wanted for Christmas."

"A Playgirl? Really?"

"They have the best letters section. Crazy stories. We read them out loud to each other sometimes."

"And Playgirl magazine has the best letters section? How many other skin mags have you read?"

"None."

"Obviously, or you'd know Penthouse has the best letters."

"Please, Skip? Pretty please?"

"Hmmph. Okay," I mumbled. "But you might actually have to suck some cock to make up for that kind of humiliation."

Thank God the SuperGas was almost empty. I felt like a total tool buying condoms and a Playgirl magazine. I almost asked the girl behind the count to add the magazine next to it, Blueboy. I had no idea that Blueboy was an out-and-out gay mag. Just saw the beefcake guy on the front and thought Suzie and Maxy would like it. But the Playgirl was humiliating enough.

Suzie thanked me with a kiss for the paper bag I dropped in her lap. I was used to her kissing my cheek. This time she tried to put a closed-mouth peck on my lips and missed awkwardly.

"Just don't get caught with that," I said. "And if you do, don't narc me out."

"I won't. I'll keep it between my mattress and the box springs."

I laughed. "Well that didn't work so well for me. In the history of hiding pornography, I don't think that's ever worked. Do you have old winter coats in your closet? Roll it up and stick it down the sleeve. That's a great hiding place."

As we were on final approach to the Wagner homestead, the snow began falling in big wet flakes. It was going to get ugly.

"Hey Skip, pull into the park for a second."

There was a little suburban park with a tiny ten-car parking lot less than two hundred feet from Suzie's house.

"We're almost home."

"No, Skip. Please. I want to talk to you for a second. Just a second."

"Okay," I relented and spun the big green steering wheel with the heel of my hand.

Once the car was parked I leaned back into the door and looked at Suzie. She was staring out the window, her jaw locked and her expression was deadly serious. I waited for her to talk.

"Uhm, I don't know how to say this," she said. She took a deep breath. "You know that first night when you came home? Well I heard you and Peg have that fight in her room."

"Yeah. Sorry about that," I said.

"No. Wait. Just don't say anything for a second. Just listen. Okay? I can't tell you how much it made me sick to my stomach to hear that. Ask Maxy. I thought I was going to hurl."

"I shouldn't have hit her, Sooz. That was wr--"

"Shut up! Okay? Listen. I know you hit her. Only I thought you hit her for another reason. I... I... I thought she told you that she had another boyfriend."

I laughed. "No no, Babe. Peggy doesn't have another boyfriend."

Suzie stared daggers at me. "Yes, Skip. Yes she does. I thought she finally told you. I thought you kicked her ass because she told you about her boyfriend."

"What?" My brain could not process what Suzie was saying. I had a pet fucktoy at college. I'd fucked Dixie's older sister last summer. I fucked my friend Jimmy's little sister a few times when we were both bored. I'd just had my paws all over Peggy's pre-teen sister's ass. And yet somehow I was shocked... shocked that there was gambling in Casablanca. Peggy was cheating on me? No fucking way.

"No fucking way," I whispered. "Who?" I tried to picture what high school boy had his hands on my girlfriend. I probably knew him.

"You don't know him," Suzy said. "He's in the army. She met him at work. He's like 24."

"Army?" I was dizzy. My face burned and I began to sweat into my coat.

"Skip, I'm sorry. Really. And here's what I've been trying to tell you. I thought you needed to know about this other guy. I told Peggy if she didn't tell you, then I would. You need to know. The other night I thought she told you, and then part of me was really glad she finally told you the truth and part of me was really glad that you hit her. She deserved it. She's my sister, but she's a bitch too. And then I wasn't happy because I knew if she told you then you probably wouldn't come around any more. It would break my heart not to see you any more, Skip. You're part of our family. I thought it would always be you. I can't imagine you not sleeping on our couch every couple of months. I can't imagine swimming in the pool this summer and not seeing you all sprawled out in those big Hawaiian swimming trunks of yours on the deck. Skip?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah."

"What are you thinking?"

What was I thinking? "Uhhh... I dunno. Nothing. Everything. Fuck me runnin', Sooz... I... I can't believe it."

And then I was thinking that I wanted to be back in my college dorm room that very minute. I wanted gone. I wanted to walk away from the Wagner house and never look back. But I had eight more days until my dormitory doors unlocked. I had no idea what I was going to say to Peggy when I looked her in the eye upon her return from Chicago.

Snow had covered the windshield and it was getting dark inside the car. I pulled the car lights on and swatted my fingers at the wiper switch. Two wagging neoprene fingers began to work at clearing layers of snow from the windshield.

"I know you'd never cheat on Peggy, would you Skip?"

"Never," I lied. "Never."

"I knew it."

I sighed. "So when you were screwing with my head this morning, that was a big test, huh?"

Suzie looked out the window. "No. I meant that part. I kinda thought I was special to you. I thought you might actually need to make love. It has been a couple of days since you and Peg did it. I thought you might do it with me. It's not cheating so much with me, is it?"

I didn't know how to answer that. Of course it was cheating. Fucking your girlfriend's sister was cheating-times-ten. "No," I said. "I guess it's not cheating. It might be incest, though. You're more of a sister than a girlfriend."

"Uhg," Suzie wrinkled her nose. "Don't say that. That's terrible. I don't think of you like a brother."

"Let's get home," I said. I backed the car into the street and we were back at Suzie's house in less than a minute.

I let Suzie in the house after she helped me find the snow shovel in the garage. It took a while to get the double driveway cleared and salted. The air was dead silent and the night crept in as I struggled with my racing thoughts. By the time I finished shoveling and started salting, the snow was already covering the driveway where I'd started.

I went inside. I showered the sweat away.

When I stepped out in the hallway wearing my jeans (commando) and a Christmas sweater, Suzie was waiting for me in the hall. "What are you going to do?"

"I dunno," I said. My brain was trying to shut down on me. "Lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling while I work through this bullshit?"

"Well if you're going to do that, lay on my bed instead."

"Okay," I said. I followed Suzie into her room and collapsed on her bed in a depressed heap. Suzie climbed on top of me and crawled into my armpit and snuggled against my left side. Her hand rubbed my chest lightly. Suzie didn't look much like a pre-teen in the gloaming. We lay together in silence.

It took an hour of ceiling-mapping silence before Suzie made her move. Suzie crawled out of the crook of my arm and pulled herself up on my chest. She kissed me softly on the lips. Then again. And again. I kissed back. I could already taste the cigarette smoke on her lips before my mouth opened, stretching her mouth open in the process. My tongue pushed past her lips and collided with Suzie's tongue. What I discovered was nothing short of amazing. There was something unique about the texture of Suzie's tongue. It was unusually soft. Noticeably "WOW" soft. The best description I can give you is that her mouth had the feel of wet suede. I've never encountered another woman with a mouth and tongue that tasted so soft, so wonderful. The tip of Suzie's tongue trilled and fluttered like a snake tongue against the tip of my tongue. Electric. Suzie was the first girl to ever teach me the joy of a sexy flutter tongue. My sex temperature rocketed upwards. The cock that had been apathetic to Suzie's underdeveloped form started thickening. Suzie panted faster. Her hands worked a bigger circle around my chest and stomach. My fingertips lingered across Suzie's cheeks and pushed into her hairline. Her shoulder length blonde wave was soft and spilled through my fingers faster than I could grab it. Suzie's hair was liquid silk. I rolled on top of her, both of us still clothed, and I started dry humping her while my mouth delighted in the magic of her open kiss. Suzie's legs scissored open to give me access to grind crotch-against-crotch, and her heels hooked around my thighs to spur me more tightly against her.

Suzie's eyes turned to thin slits and her long neck stretched even longer as my kisses worked down to her ears and then dribbled lower in a slow, hot zig zag toward her shoulder. As I moved lower on her, my hands slid under her ass and my fingers climbed back up her crack toward the crease of her pussy. The denim of her crotch was saturated to the point of dripping. My right hand fingers prodded at the cladding over her pussy hole. My left hand fingers squeezed a grip on her right ass cheek. Suzie started humping back against me. She was on fire. I'm not pretending I wasn't into it by that point, but Suzie was absolutely in a wanton state of need.

I pulled up on an elbow. With one hand I undid the buttons on her blouse from top to bottom until her shirt spilled own to reveal a superfluous little training bra. I tried not to smile. I was content to skip the titty sucking on those little nubs and go straight to her sopping pussy. I knew from biology class that the lining of the mouth is made up of the same squamous epithelial tissue that lines the pussy. If her mouth was textured with that amazing, velvet softness, her pussy had to be a special treat. My mouth watered thinking about what I'd find once I peeled off Suzie's jeans.

I unsnapped the top snap of her slacks with one hand.

"Wait," Suzie whispered.

Oh shit. I thought. Here we go again with the tease bullshit.

Suzie leaned up on her elbows and worked her blouse off her arms. Then she lay back and peeled her training bra over her head. Her nipples were two pale cones on a bisected ice cream scoop of tit flesh. Those tit nubs were as brand spankin' new as tits could be.

Suzie's left hand latched under the flesh of her left tit and squeezed to make it look bigger. Her right hand hooked behind my neck and pulled me in. I guess I was going to suck her nubs after all.

I latched on and bit into the silky pink of her nip. She squealed and bucked, not in a good way.

"Easy, Skip, easy! Jesus! My nipples are really sensitive."

"Sorry," I said. Then, "Not really. I'm going to chew these titties up real good until there's nothing left for little Hanky-Hank." I was growling again, the same dominant voice I used with Caryn.

Suzie looked at me, wide-eyed. Then -- to my amazement -- she nodded. "Make them yours, Skip," she said. Her chin went to the ceiling as I took her whole left tit in my wide mouth and sucked hard. I eased my mouth upward until there was only her silky fresh nipple between my lips and sucked even harder until Suzie moaned. Then I bit. A guy has got to bite titty. I bit. Suzie's eyes shot open and she grunted, deep and animal.

"If you don't make love to me soon, I'm going to cream my pants," she moaned.

"Mmmmmm." I let the vibrations of my mouth sizzle through the nerves of Suzie's breast bud. "You know, I've never fucked a girl who didn't suck my cock first, and I don't think Little Suzie Wagner is going to be any exception to the rule."

"Oh Skip," she whispered. "I'd love to suck your dick. I'll suck your dick twenty times a day, if you want. But I'm so damn horny. I'm so wet and itchy. I want you to make love to me."

She was wet alright. Her jeans were soaked through and there was pussy juice seeping into the lower part of my sweater where it was pressing against her while I worked over her tits.

"Is that so?" I leered. "Let's take a closer look." I leaned up and peeled her slacks. Unfortunately the panties underneath were flowered, little girl panties. They brought me back to reality. This was a little girl. Too little.

Suzie arched and yanked her own panties down and threw then across the room. The keyhole slit I'd seen earlier was now an open flower. Suzie had modest little labia petals, and her entire pussy was flushed with the reddish hue of a ripe summer peach. Her fuckhole was a pink puckered kiss, flexing open and closed with the rhythms of Suzie's excitement. Her entire pussy was as glossy as an old woman's sofa cushion. The sheen of her pussy juice coated every bit of her mons from an inch above her slit to the slicks on her inner thighs. Suzie was gushing.

Now the Old Man Me who is writing this account knows that the girly pussy that the 19 year old Me latched his mouth onto wasn't really all that girly. Suzie was a couple months from being 13 and a late bloomer. No pubes. Only the first blossom of titty. But now that I've become familiar with the featureless landscape of "real" little girl pussy, I can look back and understand that the pussy I sucked that evening was well into the blossom of a big girl's slut pussy. Hell, "real" little girl pussies just don't juice like Suzie's did. "Real" little girl pussies don't have hungry little clitties poking up and making tents into their meat hood.

The 19 year old me, however, did not know I was lapping on the fresh crocus blossom of a new pre-teen pussy. I was nervous and uncomfortable latching my lips around Suzie's tiny clit. It sounds ridiculous, but my intent was merely to rock her world, even if it was weirding me out.

But then my dog tongue lapped deep into her folds and slid down to poke into her fuck hole. Her pussy was achingly velvet, just as her kiss had been. Her gushing secretions were delicious. The taste flushed me with testosterone once more and my prick became steel again. I humped into her topsheet as I licked, lapped, and sucked Suzie's hairless pussy. I tried to lap up all her slippery gush, but it kept reflushing too fast.

One of the true joys of being a man is witnessing, collecting, and cataloging the unique sex signatures of women.

The way a girl's pussy juice tastes: Salty. Pissy. Savory. Yeasty. The thin broth that leaves the smallest tang of female lingering on the sides of your tongue after swishing thorough a big wet mouthful of nothing. The sour gel that gets white and foamy, catching on your teeth and sliding down your gullet like a thick greek yogurt. The acidic tang of a metal pipe that tends to pair with brunettes. The maple syrup roux that tends to pair with redheads.

And the sound girls make when your cock stroke goes deep: Squeaks. Grunts. Oohs. Yips. Ahhs. Yeses. Ouches. Silent white caws when their mouth opens but nothing comes out.

And most wonderful of all...

Their orgasmic throes: Shudders. Thrashes. Tremors. Arched back. Crunching forward. Open bug eyes. Squinted slit eyes. Pull you tighter. Try to climb away from you. Toes splayed wide. Toes curled tight. The Exorcist grunt. The profane calls to their deity. The woo-woo-woos.

For her part, Suzie seemed unprepared for me to start sucking at her pussy. She looked shocked. Then distressed. Then her eyes got big and I knew Hank hadn't licked her yet. She surrendered and lay back. Suzie's legs split wide around my head and hinged back at the knees so her heels went to the back of my trapezius muscles and began a dancing, bicycling massage motion. Every time my tongue fished high into the folds hiding her clit, she inhaled and stiffened. Her heels pushed hard into my back.

"Oh shit, Skip. Oh shit, Skip!" A skipping record, over and over.

I could have dragged it out, but my cock was going to drill through the mattress springs if I didn't get relief. I selfishly locked a suck on her clit, my tongue pushing the hood up so there was nothing but hard pink nub against the front of my top teeth. I grunted and sucked, grunted and sucked.

Suzie let out a long, low howl. She bounced her clit hard into my mouth by digging down into my back with her heels. Then she folded forward, her shoulders fully off the bed and her expression pained, her mouth trying to find an elusive word she could not remember. She looked like a woman giving birth.

"Ohhhhhhhh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" Suzie slammed back flat on the bed. Suzie didn't squirt, but she flooded her own slit once more. "Oh mercy! Stop! Goddamn I can't take it anymore! Please! Skip!" Suzie panted and then tried to back crawl off my mouth. I sucked even harder until she yipped a high note of exasperation.

"You come?" I asked.

Suzie's eyes squinted shut and she nodded rapidly.

"You like that?" I asked, pecking little kisses on the sides of her bare pussy mound.

"That was the best thing ever," she panted.

"You taste great," I purred. "Your body chemistry is amazing."

"Really? Good. What do I taste like?"

I pulled up and kissed Suzie with a deep probing tongue. The front of my prick slid through Suzie's slippery pussy groove, the engorged head leaving sticky pre-come kisses on her swollen clit hood.

I broke away from Suzie's velvet mouth. She pulled my head back down and licked the pussy juice off my cheeks with long flat licks. Her tongue returned to her mouth and her eyes told me she was processing the taste of her pussy. Weighing it. Judging it. "It's... It's not terrible," she pronounced. "Not something I pick over chocolate cake, or anything. But not bad. Is that what Peggy's thing tastes like?"

I made a face. "No. Your sister's pussy is nasty."

"So different girls taste differently?"

"Absolutely. Every girl has a different body chemistry."

"Can you tell what a girl's vagina is going to taste like before you get them in bed?"

I shook my head. "No. As long as they are hygienic and clean, I never know what a girl is going to taste like until my face goes in her slit. Now, you need to get down in the floor and kneel for me, Sugarpuss."

Suzie sighed and slid off her bed. Her long, coltish legs folded under her. I moved to the edge of the bed. Before I could bark a command to suck, Suzie mouth stretched over the head of my cock and she sucked hard. It was too much, too quickly. My spine snapped rigid. Suzie broke suction and her tongue poked out and snaked down over the crest of her bottom lip and waggled back and forth across the front collar of my prick.

Her hands never left her knees. She was all mouth.

Suzie's head began a slow, rhythmic bob. Her tongue remained out over her bottom lip, tracing a wet, bumpy trail across the underside of my cock as the top half of my cock head rubbed against the velvet lining in the roof of her mouth. She was only getting the top third of my cock at her deepest suck, but however much cock she was working was getting the best suck it had ever known.

There's a maxim among men: "There's no such thing as bad head." When you've been on the planet as long as I have been, you know that's a damn lie. By the time I was 19, I'd had over a dozen cocksuckers. I was living right. But as Suzie bobbed, sucked, and slurped there was not a doubt that I was getting the best blow job I'd ever had. Second place was a distant second place to that 12 year old suck artist.

Suzie moaned as if she was licking a mixer beater dripping with the best cookie batter she'd ever tasted.

I wanted her to suck deeper on my shaft, but I couldn't bring myself to break her rhythm. Suzie again sucked my cockhead hard and popped off with the loud report of a rifle shot. She smiled and batted her eyelashes at me. Her hand went to my cock for the first time. She gently hinged the shaft slightly below level and rubbed my sticky head and shaft all over each cheek, pausing only to place the occasional warm, lippy, lingering kiss on the face of my cock.

"Your dick is beautiful, Skip." she purred between kisses. "I've wanted you to make love to me for so long. I've wanted to suck your beautiful big dick for so long."

"You suck Hank's cock like that, darlin'?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Well Hank is a lucky guy."

Suzie smiled coyly again and licked my prick from balls to come hole. "Damn skippy, he is," she giggled. "I know how to take care of my men."

"Does Hank have a big cock?"

"Nowhere near as big as yours," she whispered. Kiss. Kiss. Flutterlick to the dripping meetus.

"Good answer," I nodded. "Can you get Hank all the way in your mouth?"

Suzie shook her head. "No. Almost. Not all."

"You think you can get my whole cock in your mouth?"

Suzie's demur cocksucker personae evaporated instantly and she dropped my cock and laughed. "No fucking way!" She laughed again. That was the playful Suzie I knew and loved.

"Why don't you give it a try anyway," I said.

"Okay," she said. "I'll try. But I need you to push on the back of my head, okay?"

Okay? Okay? What the fuck? "Uh," I said. "Okay."

Suzie stopped being slutty. This was now a game. Years ago I'd dared her to see if she could balance an overfilled water balloon on her head for ten seconds. She accepted the challenge with the same sweet enthusiasm that I was witnessing as she prepared to deepthroat me.

"Hang on." Suzie raised a pointed finger in the air. She took deep, calming breaths. "Okay, ready?"

"I dunno, are you ready for this, Spike?" I flexed my throbbing cock and made it bounce up and down.

Suzie cracked up again and slapped my knees. "Stop that!" she chortled. "I need to concentrate. Stop it." Her hands made little wiping motions in the air, and her jaw set back into seriousness. She burst out into laughter again. "Spike?" She asked. "Really? That's his name?"

I was losing patience. "C'mon, honey." I said. I slid my hand over the back of her head. Suzie took the hint and leaned hard into my swollen cock. When my cock hit her throat she bounced and pushed and tried to take more. Her lips widened, as if that were the impediment. Her eyes closed tight and she pushed harder. Her mouth crossed a little way past the half-way point of my cock before she pulled off quickly.

"How far?" She asked, catching her breath.

I pointed to where her lips had stopped.

"Shit," she huffed, disappointed. "I told you to push!"

"I pushed!"

"You pushed like a pussy," she goaded. "C'mon. Push hard."

"Oh really? I said, offended. "I throatfuck like a pussy?"

"Do it," Suzie whispered. "C'mon." She went hard back on my cock. Her teeth couldn't help but scrape against my sensitive skin where my cock widened. Suzie pushed her lips back to the same spot where she'd been before. I reached down and grabbed two firm handfuls of her short, soft coif and thrust as hard as I'd ever thrust to throatfuck a girl. Another inch of smooth cock shaft slipped past her lips. I doubt the extra inch went any further down Suzie's little throat. It was probably a compression of the elasticity left in my cock shaft. Suzie's eyes squinted shut, her forehead flushed, and tell-tale spittle foam bubbled at the corners of her mouth. I didn't keep her down long before I released her.

Her mouth came off my cock, she coughed for a few seconds, and then she asked, "How far?"

I pointed at a spot a full inch further down my shaft than she'd actually sucked.

"Whooo!" Suzie waved fists above her head in victory.

I wanted that velvet sucking mouth back on my cock. I wanted to bust my nuts in that little bitch's perfect mouth.

Instead it seemed like the moment for transition. "You ready?"

Suzie looked at me, confused. "More suck?"

"No," I said.

"Oh. Oh. Uhm..." Suzie took a long look at my twitching prick, bouncing up and down inches from her face. Her left hand reached up and gently closed around the base of my cock. Her right hand grabbed an inch below the head. There was a good two-inches of cock shaft visible between her hands. Suzie gently spiraled her fingers in opposing directions while she stared suspiciously at my bulbous cock head, now a deep shade of puce. She seemed to be measuring it. She looked it over like a ripe cucumber she might purchase from a street vendor's cart.

"Will you kiss me for a little bit first?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Will you go slow? Please?"

"Yes."

Suzie hesitated. "Skip? Do you love me?"

"Yes." And I did, too.

"I know," Suzie sighed. "I know you do." The double spiral technique of Suzie's two-fisted handjob kept my cock steely through the conversation that followed.

"Do you still love Peggy?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Are you going to have sex with her again after we do it?"

Goddamn it. Fucking twelve years old with the head games. Where do women learn this shit?

"I don't know. Maybe. Probably not. I don't know."

Suzie stopped stroking and dropped her hands. "That's the wrong answer, Skip," she huffed. "You have to. You have to have sex with her again."

"Why?"

"Promise me, Skip. Promise me you'll have sex with Peggy again after she comes home."

"What's it to you?" My head spun.

"What's it to me? It's everything, Skip. If you walk away from Peggy, I'll never see you either."

"Don't be so certain about that. I'll find a way to see you. Besides, she's got another boyfriend. Remember?"

"Oh damn it. She had another boyfriend last Spring, too, and that didn't last."

"Oh Christ," my knees buckled.

"Skip, look. I'm not trying to break you two up. I'm trying to glue you back together. Now promise me that you'll have sex with her at least once more. Promise me, or I won't let you make love to me."

I'm not trying to break you two up. I'm trying to glue you back together. Old Man Me shakes his head as I remember that. Those words haunt me, still. They ring in my ears. I'm trying to glue you back together. At 19, those words made no sense. At 49 I can appreciate the genius in them. Once you eschew jealousy from your life, you can see that not everybody has the jealous gene the way you always assumed. You color a lot of relationship decisions based on the sheer illogic of jealousy.

Standing in Suzie's room, wind gusts rattling the window, a magazine picture of Tom Cruise taped to the wall on a 45° slant, Suzie smiling slyly at my engorged cock... the little girl's lack of female jealousy seemed completely bizarre. I rubbed my forehead, stalling while I carefully examined the minefield of estrogen logic before me.

Charm offensive: I sighed and smiled. "What makes you think you even have a choice at this point, Darlin'?"

"Promise me, Skip. Your word."

Damn.

"Sooz, I'll try, okay? I promise you that I'll try. If it doesn't work out with me and your sister, it won't be because I just walked away. Okay?"

Suzie blinked. "Okay," she said. "Okay." She scrambled up off her knees and dived on her bed. Her arms reached up to me as I stood beside the bed, taking mental Polaroids of my girlfriend's hardly-pubescent 12 year old sister, her long legs spread wide. Her thighs and shins were so thin they made her feet seem comically big. Her palms pointed at my face. Her stick of a torso and her long waist V-ed down into a puffy, sex swollen mons covered in a glistening sheen of girl juice.

You're not really going to fuck her, I said to myself. Then I locked onto her eyes, pale blue irises already locked solidly into my sight-line. Yeah. Okay. I guess I'm going to fuck her.

Suzie fished a condom from her nightstand, ripped it open, and handed me the flimsy rubber bubble. I hated condoms. I started to ask if she was even menstruating, but then I just shut up and rolled it on.

I climbed on top of Suzie and locked into a long wet kiss. I kept my weight on my elbows, sure that if I dropped on her she'd crumple flat like an empty milk carton. We tongue wrestled some more while my tight balls pushed into the wetness of Suzie's crack. My rock hard dick lay against her stomach. There was enough room between us for the fingertips of one of Suzie's hands to lightly dance up and down the back of my shaft, pressing it against her front. I broke the kiss and leaned up a little. I looked down at the length of my cock, from where it started at base rubbing into Suzie's clit to where it stopped, about five inches under the line of her breasts. Suzie followed my gaze down. Then we looked at each other. We were both thinking the same thing.

No fucking way that cock is going to fit in that pussy.

I pulled my hips out and pushed my sheathed cockhead down even with the pink ring of Suzie's fuck hole. I leaned in, trying to snug the cock head in far enough to stay put while I repositioned up on my toes for a push.

Suzie took more deep breaths. She was looking intently into my eyes when I wasn't busy staring at the mechanics of getting my sheathed cock in her little pussy.

As soon as my hand came away from my shaft, my cock head sprang up and slapped loud against my stomach. I tried again. positioning the swollen helmet against her deep divot, folding the reservoir tip of the condom into her hole. But there was simply too much glans for too little crease.

Never mind the length of my shaft, I thought. She's not going be able to even stretch to take the head.

"You do it," I said. "Guide me in."

Suzie reached down and took and overhand grip in the middle of my prick. She masturbated her clit with the flapping red bubble sticking out from the tip of my cock. Then she pushed the rubber nipple down to the start of her pussy hole and held it steady. We looked at each other. She nodded.

I leaned my weight in and drilled slow and steady. Suzie's hand dropped my cock and both hands clawed at the front of my chest. My cock did not pop out. Nor did it sink any deeper. It was just like hitting the soft barrier palate at the back of a throat fuck.

"OH FUCK," Suzie yelped. "Oh fuck, Skip, I don't think I can do this."

I pushed harder and kissed Suzie's mouth. She stopped kissing and screamed in my mouth.

"YAAAW! Wait! Wait! Wait! Gimme a second."

I held pressure steady. Suzie's pussy was wet and my cock tip was spitting pre-come like an angry Cobra, making my second rubber skin prone to side slips. One false move and my cock would spring up and out of fuck position again.

Suzie tried to relax again. She closed her eyes. "Okay, now."

I pushed hard again. Again it was a soft wall of resistance.

"YEEAAHHHNOOOW! No! No!" Suzie started trying to push herself off me. I'd been here a time or two before with other girls who had balked at the physics of my cock. I knew what to do. I put one hand into the mattress above her shoulder so she couldn't crawl upwards any farther. I hinged down and grabbed an ass cheek with my other hand and spread her bottom wide. I felt the warmth of a wider pussy swallowing my cockhead as Suzie began to scream harder and claw at my chest. I pushed again and Suzie's fingernails broke the skin to the side of my left nipple. My cock hit another wall. Suzie started crying very hard and hitting at me.

Don't back down. Double down.

Romance had gone out the window with the sobbing and screaming. My thrust was pure cruelty. I knew the pain would ebb when my cock slid in. Good sex was just on the other side of Suzie's searing crescendo. If Hank had tapped her little pussy, I certainly was not going to be denied. I couldn't understand why my cock wouldn't slip in. Suzie wasn't cherry, but her pussy might as well have been one of those ridiculous virgin twats with a half-inch thick maidenhead. Hank must have a pencil dick if he poked into that tiny little cunny.

I thrust again to renewed screams. My cock went nowhere. I pushed so hard that my hard prick shaft began to kink and fold on itself. That hurt me. I huffed and pulled my cock out. I flopped over by Suzie's side. She kept crying hard, her arms crossing her breasts defensively.

I shushed her. I reached over and touched her chin lightly. I was pissed off and trying hard not to show it.

Suzie's crying slowed to hitches. Her scrunched face made her look every bit of the little girl she was. "I'm huhn! so huhn! fucking embar-bar-barrassed!" she moaned.

"We'll try again, someday, okay?" I said. "When you are older."

Apparently this was the worst thing I could have said. Suzie started crying even harder. She hit my chest with a feeble swat.

"Uh, okay, we'll try again tomorrow, okay? We've got time."

Suzie's sobbing slowed. Her room was getting dark with the evening. Her shadowed face nodded. "You're going to sleep with me, tonight. Right? I mean in my bed?"

"We're not going to both fit on this little twin," I said. "How about Peggy's bed? It's a queen."

"No way. Peggy's bed makes me seasick."

"Your parents bed?"

"Too weird."

"Then it looks like we're sleeping separa--"

"Okay! My parents' bed. That works."

"Uh, Sooz. Nobody's sleeping anywhere until you take care of Spike."

"Oh," Suzie startled, leaning up on her elbow to examine the semi-erect cock lalling against my hip. "Oh! Yeah. Definitely. Can I suck him?"

I thought: Well you sure can't fuck him, can you?

I said: "That would be perfect."

Suzie slid into the floor. I threw my legs over the edge of the bed. By the time Suzie pulled the condom off my prick, it was throbbing stiff with hot need once more. Again, Suzie didn't wait to be told to fill her mouth. Again Suzie's fingers laced over each of her respective knees, hovering just above the carpet.

Again, her spell of hard, whore cockhead sucking, followed by soft, tongue-over-her-bottom-lip angel shaft sucking, followed by deepthroat stabbing... Bliss. Absolute magma hot bliss. I was ready to come in minutes. Instead I relaxed, thought about homework, and made Suzie work for my come. I wasn't going to rush the best blow job of my young life. If Suzie had stroked cock while she sucked, I wouldn't have lasted five minutes. But she didn't stroke. She sucked. She bobbed and licked her mouth tricks like the well-practiced suck artist she was. She flutterlicked me from base to tip. She hardsucked the head until I cringed with burning overstimulation. Then she held the spring pressure of my cock against he cushion of her top lip while she fluttertongued the cock face. That hold-and-flutter trick started the come boiling in my balls.

"You don't use your hands," I muttered between groans of ecstasy.

Suzie pulled her mouth back to the tip and held the erection pressure against the soft cushion of her top lip so she could talk around my cock head. "Do you want me too?" She batted her eyelashes up at me.

"No, no, I really like that you do it all with your mouth. That's great."

Suzie took a series of wet slurps on my shaft and came back up to the head. "Hank won't let me use my hands," she said plainly. The warmth of the air from her talking breath soaked into my cock and rang bells in my brain. "He says it's cheating."

"I think I like this Hank guy after all," I said. "How many times have you sucked Hank's cock?"

Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp. Hard headsuck. Release and hold cock against top lip. "I dunno. Hundreds of times, probably. Almost every day after school since last Summer."

Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp. Deep throat steady. Deep throat bounce. Schlurp.

I was definitely losing the battle. Suzie's matter-of-fact slut talk was running roughshod over my mental cock control.

"You ever swallow Hank's come?" I grunted.

Schlurp. Schlurp. Tongue-trailing suckstroke. Hardsuck on the cockhead. Lip hold.

"Of course," she said plainly, her eyes staring at the length of cock in front of her.

"How many times?"

Schlurp. Figure eight suck. Pop off. Fluttertongue licks up the shaft. Stretch up on her knees to fluttertongue on the cock face. Hot mouth suction and cock slides back in.

"Every time," she whispered hot and breathy. "He'd beat my ass if I spilled his spunk. He says I'd just have to lick it up anyway, even if it's on the sheets or on the floor."

"Hank roughs you up?"

Suzie shifted into an even faster gear. Her sucks went hard and fast. "Hank knows what he wants, and I give it to him." Schlurp-schlurp-schlurp-schlurp. "I'll give you whatever you want, too, Skip." Schlurp-schlurp-schlurp-schlurp. "Just tell me what you want." Schlurp-schlurp-schlurp-schlurp. "Anything you want." Schlurp-schlurp-schlurp-schlurp.

My balls ratcheted tight as a drum head. The upsurge tingle in the backs of my thighs warned me that I was toast. My knees wobbled involuntarily.

"I want you to swallow my come," I hissed through gritted teeth.

Suzie's eyeline moved from my cock to look up at my eyes. Her stretched mouth danced a wet maypole pattern around my come hole, her tongue fishing out randomly from her bottom lip to grab nerves on the face of my cock and show them a soft, trailing path to where they could find release.

"You fucking better come in my mouth," Suzie growled. "I've waited so, so long to taste your --"

As soon as my hot splooge hit Suzie's tongue she stopped talking and started schlurping my head and shaft. I bucked my hips and thrashed my head in orgasmic animal release. True to her word, Suzie didn't miss a drop.

I twitched, hard and involuntary. A moment later Suzie's glottis flexed as she swallowed a load. Over and over. No coughing. No choking. No sour face.

When every shiver in me had washed through my central nervous system and out my urethra, Suzie kept sucking just as hard. "Okay stop," I groaned. Suzie didn't stop. She sucked even harder. My scalp was about to peel away from my skull in overstimulation. I pushed lightly on her forehead and she pushed down deeper on my shaft. When I finally pushed her head with enough force, my cock released from her mouth with a cork gun pop. Suzie smiled with a shit-eating satisfaction.

"Did I get it all?" She cooed.

"I think you got all mine and the guy next door's too. Jesus, Sooz. That was terrific."

"Thanks, Skip. I've dreamed about sucking your dick forever. For. Ever."

"Was it everything you wanted it to be?"

"Better. Except for the lovemaking, better. You came a lot!"

"More than Hanky?"

"Way more than Hanky."

"Prolly 'cause my cock is bigger," I poked.

"Your dick is a fucking monster, Skip. But I read that it's not the size of the dick that makes a big squirter. It's the size of the balls. Your balls are enormous. I can get both of Hanks nuts in my mouth when his bag is tight. I don't think I could get even one of your balls in my mouth."

"I'm going to put that to the test, Darlin'. But first I need to see what your mom left for us in the fridge."

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