"Take off my skirt," I asked him, because I was shaking so bad I couldn't get my zipper undone.
He almost tore my hips off with his frantic efforts to unsklrt me. And when he saw me standing there with just my white panties to cover my little snatch, I thought he was going to have apoplexy. His face got all red and he drooled at the mouth, while he had to hold onto a chair to keep from falling.
"It's beautiful!" he gasped. "Holy Hanna but you sure are beautiful!"
He couldn't take his eyes from between my legs, so I knew he wasn't gonna help me get the panties off. I slipped out of the silken things slowly, letting him see the tender beauty that is so natural to us teenagers. When he saw the hairs on my cunt, the ripe nipples on my titties, he almost had a heart attack. He gulped and wheezed, while he staggered back two whole steps. You would have thought he was looking at a python ready to strike, from the frantic look in his eyes.
"It's the real thing!" he yelped. "I can really see your young twat!"
I walked closer, needing the touch of his hands on my flesh.
"Touch me here." I pressed a hand between my legs.
"Holy Moses!" he groaned. "That's a real little girl's peepee! I'm really seeing a young girl's thing!"
He seemed paralyzed until I took one of his hands and placed it against my cunt.
"Ooooowww!" he moaned, while I echoed the sound.
That single touch ignited his fire like a match to dynamite. Once he broke through the restrictions of age, the man went berserk. He grabbed me with such force it knocked the wind out of me, and he kissed my lips so hard it bruised the tender flesh. I tried to kiss him back but he was already trying to fuck me standing up, when his cock was still in his trousers.
"Oooowwwww!" he panted wildly. "Aaarrrgghhhhh!"
It made me kind of scared because he was really out of it, so I tried to get away. I almost made it to the door this time when he caught my arm.
"I'm sorry, honey," he apologized as he stared at my naked body. "I didn't mean to hurt you. My name is Alfred DeMarco, and I'll give you anything you want!"
He was trying to buy a fuck except that I wasn't in that business. Oh sure, I made extra money from the babysitting when a husband played around, but that wasn't the same as selling sex to some old geezer at Susan Lovely's place. He scared me, and he bruised me, until I wanted out, even though my whole body was crying for sex.
"You let me go, Alfred," I told him as I reached for my clothes.
It was then I noticed all that money on the floor. Tens and twenties, and even a fifty!
Why not? I asked myself. A little piece of ass would be good for both of us, and nobody would have to know.
"Okay, Alfred." I turned back to smile at the poor old gentleman. "But don't you hurt me, understand?"
I felt absolutely grown up myself right then. Here I was, a silly little girl in the library with a man of immense power, and I was giving orders to him!
It was a delicious feeling, I'll tell you for sure And maybe that's when I decided to buy a place of my own. A house where I could get all the fucking I could ever use, and make money besides.
Because payment for sex was beautiful that first time! Alfred carried me over to a big table in the middle of the library and told me to lay down.
"I wanna fuck you, honey'!" he wheezed. "I wanna fuck you so bad my guts ache!"
I wanted it too. Even with this pot-bellied man named Alfred. After all a cock is a cock, and it beats the hell out of a finger any night!
"Geez but you look good, kid!" be panted as he stripped off his clothing. "I always wanted to screw a youngster, and by gawd tonight I'm gonna do it! Man, but you look good!"
He kept staring at my cunt while he stripped, and when he stepped out of his jockey shorts I got the scare of my life. Alfred might have been a little old, and he might have had a pot belly and receding hair. Yet there was nothing wrong with that monster cock!
"Oboy, that must be twelve inches!" I gasped as I saw him hold the ugly thing in his hand. "I don't think I can take all that, Alfred!"
"Well, you're gonna get it, kid! Right up the old pizzazz…!"
He pushed me down onto the table and lined up us monster prick with my cunt.
The table was just he right height, and my legs dangled down to the floor as he got between my thighs.
"Here she comes, sweetie!" he groaned as he walked into my crotch. All the begging and sweetness were gone from his manner now that he had me conquered, and he reverted to the savage lust of all men during sex.
I felt that twelve-inch cock puncture the lips of my little cunt, and I felt him force the blood-engorged thing deep into my vagina. New tissues were tearing, ripping, as he walked into me with that hammer dong.
"Oh no…!" I squealed, trying to crawl backward across the table. "That hurts, Alfred! Oooowww! Pull it out! It hurts! Ooooww-eeeiii…!"
That ugly whang was deep into my guts, driving relentlessly into depths that had never been touched, until I thought I would pass out. Still it gave new joy to my flesh, a revival of all the glorious moments I had known in sexual intercourse. It began to feel so good I cried for more, when he didn't even have it halfway in. I could hear Alfred wheezing desperately as he got me by the legs and tried to pull my whole body over his throbbing cock, and maybe he could pushed the whole thing into my starving cunt.
Except that Alfred really had a need for young pussy. He must have dreamed about it for years, and now that it was really happening he couldn't control himself.
"I'm gonna come…!" he squealed when had been fucking for just two minutes.
"Oh good heavens I'm gonna shoot right in her young twat Oh! Ooohh-hh!
Unnnggghhh!"
He jizzed a prodigious amount until it squirted out of my hungry pussy and ran all over the table top, and with the last little jerks Alfred melted to the floor. I lay there with my legs in the air, needing more of that magnificent meat, while Alfred almost died.
I got an orgasm all right, one that hurt my hips from all the pounding on the table, but I could have gone for seconds. Or thirds.
Alfred couldn't help me.
It took quite a while for me to cool down enough to realize I wasn't going to get any more, and when I crawled off the table Alfred looked dead. He was lying on the floor with his face all white, flabby-appearing, while his tongue protruded between his lips. I got dressed in a hurry and then ran upstairs, to call on the phone for somebody. The phone rang out to the pool for the longest time, but finally somebody answered. I tried to disguise my voice when I told them somebody was dead in the library.
Now wouldn't that be something! Fucking a poor old guy to death just because he always wanted a young piece!
It could have happened, all right. Fortunately it didn't, and they got an ambulance to come and. give artificial respiration to Alfred. Still it scared me until I hid the money in my shoe. Maybe they'd think I killed him for the greenbacks!
Alfred was a hardy soul however, and he stayed the night with Susan Lovely and her guests. He took it real easy though, and he came up to my room to thank me for the most wonderful night of his life.
"You can come see me any time, Angie," he smiled with remembered pleasure.
He told me he was vice president of Mr. Lovely's bank, and he would be willing to pay me any time I wanted to give him a little fuck.
"That was the nicest thing that ever happened to me, Angie!"
I told him I liked it too, except he scared the hell but of me.
"I guess I got carried away," he admitted. "It just felt so good I didn't care if I died from it or not!"