Anonymous: The Club, Vol 1 and 2

She climbed from my lap, and I slid my chair back from the table to give her more room to operate. When she saw the bulge in the front of my trousers, she seemed honestly surprised and confused, and totally unaware of what it meant. I learned later from the authorities of The Club, that Susie was really one of the most innocent and ignorant children in regards to anything about sex, that they had ever encountered, and from her behavior I could well believe it.

From innate modesty she hesitated to follow my orders about investigating the origin of the strange bulge, but remembering her punishment of last week, she knelt down in front of me. After a little trouble with my zipper, and some more with my underwear, her plump little hands touched my rigid cock, and it sprang right out through my fly and seemed to stare her right in the face. She jumped with surprise, and then looked up to me questioningly, as if to ask what this odd thing was which had just appeared in my pants.

John laughed loudly at her astonishment and bewilderment, and I joined him. She blushed, more because we were laughing at her than because she saw anything shameful in having a man's erect prick in her hands and right in front of her face. It evidently had no meaning for her so it couldn't embarrass her.

“You're doing all right, so far, Susie.” I assured her, helping her to her feet where my eyes automatically fastened on her little pink cunt-slit. “You have a lot to learn, and I don't think you're going to enjoy learning it from me. But that will come later. Now, just clear off the table and bring in our dessert and coffee.”

She obeyed, and I was fascinated by watching her cute round bottom twitch and swish as she walked. John, too, was watching my charming innocent little Susie, but he kept one of his hands busy rubbing the candle in and out of his victim's burned vulva, at the wrong angle to rupture her hymen and penetrate her virgin vagina, but at the right angle to cause her the maximum of pain in those sensitive and tormented tissues.

With dessert and coffee on the table before us, I ordered Susie to kneel down between my spread knees. With her hands and face so close to my randy upright tool, I told her to lick and suck the bulge which she had discovered and uncovered. As I watched, just the thought of seeing and feeling those full pouting sensuous lips of hers on my sensitized cock, nearly drove me crazy, but I was determined to take this whole wonderful deal slowly so as to enjoy and savor the thrills to the utmost.

Susie seemed unwilling to take my prick into her dainty pouting mouth, but all I had to say was “Or else!” and she instantly obeyed.

I cannot possibly describe the supreme ecstasy that flowed through my whole body as I watched her exciting mouth engulf the purple head of my immense cock. The thrill was deeper and longer and more satisfying than anything I'd ever experienced before. My feelings had none of the primitive surging drive of former experiences, and none of the ephemeral unreality of my wildest fantasies. This was real, visibly and tangibly and sensually real. This delightful exquisite and utterly charming innocent child was actually sucking my stiffly and excited cock. My fondest and most improbable dreams were coming true and the visual and tactile thrills were so stimulating that I could scarcely endure the ecstasy that I felt.

Her innocent blue eyes were looking up into my face in a silent plea for mercy. She had seen what had already happened to the symbolic nun, and hoped that I would not subject her to similar tortures, especially since she was willing to obey me in any way to avid them. I grasped her head gently but firmly between my hands and guided her inexperienced mouth in sliding and sucking and in every way stimulating to the engorged purple end of my dick.

“Use your lips and tongue, Susie.” I told her. “Lick and suck the end of my tool in every way you can think of. It feels wonderful to me even though you probably don't like doing it.”

She obeyed my every suggestion, anxious to avoid the punishment she would get for disobedience, even though her expression and manner showed the shame and humiliation she felt at being thus used. Her eyes glanced from time to time across to the bound figure of the nun, and then she redoubled her efforts to please me. In an attempt to calm my own mounting passions, I tried to finish the wonderful dessert and coffee which had been provided, but I could not keep my interest on eating while my cock was being so exquisitely sucked by this delightful and attractive girl.

Presently I guided her head into a longer stroke up and down on my rigid prick with her soft sensuous mouth. Her full lips were spread and their moist moving stimulation as they guided on my tool was almost more than I could bear. As I forced her head down, my cock drove so deep into her hot tight throat that she started to gag. This excited me even more, as tears came into her eyes arid she silently pleaded with me to save her from this torment.

Still keeping her at her exciting labors, I told her, “You are doing pretty well at obeying my orders, Susie. You have to keep sucking and licking my rod just the way you have been, and if you do it well, you will make some cream spout out of the end. That will show that you have been doing your job right. And when the cream shoots out, you must eat and swallow every drop. I don't know if you will like the taste, but you have to eat it all anyway. If you let any drip on me or on the floor, I will have to punish you very severely, and you know how much that will hurt you. Do you understand?”

Looking up at me with fear and surprise in her eyes, Susie nodded her head, being unable to speak because her mouth was stuffed full from my heated cock. “Now use your hands on the bag at the bottom of my tool.” I ordered her. “Don't be rough there with your hands. Just gently feel and squeeze and caress my balls. And use your lips and tongue on the head of my prick, — and keep pumping up and down with your mouth like you are doing. It feels wonderful and I'm going to shoot my cream right into your mouth in just a moment, and you have to drink it all. If you spill any I'll beat you so you'll never forget it.”

With her hands softly fondling my balls and her dainty pouting little mouth sliding up and down on my tool while her tongue caressed the superbly sensitive head of my cock, I couldn't hold out any longer. The sex-pressure in my loins surged to a divine crescendo and my thick spasmed out in continuous spurts.

I could see the alarm on the child's face as she first recognized that I was going off in her mouth. She obviously hated the taste of the viscous fluid but dared not disobey my specific instructions about swallowing the injection she was receiving. I saw her start to choke and gag as I rammed my jetting weapon deep into her throat, but my hands on her head prevented the loss of even one stroke of her lips on my spouting tool. Tears formed in her eyes at what she was enduring, but I kept her slavishly at her foul duties so as not to lose one second of the exquisite sensations she was providing for me.

As this salvo of semen waned and I kept her occupied with sucking and licking and swallowing every drop that I had ejaculated into her childish mouth, I rejoiced deep in my soul, for I had managed to bring to reality one of the fondest dreams of my life. I had forced an innocent little girl, immature, unripe, and nowhere near even ten years old, to suck me off and swallow a huge dose of my gism. And still better and wilder things were still to come when I could use and abuse her plump childish body to satisfy my perverted and bizarre sex urges, even though achieving my pleasures meant sentencing her to a veritable hell of torture and degradation. By the time I was through with her, Susie's mind and body would both be so distorted and wounded that she would never recover any ability to enjoy or even endure normal sexual love. The fact that she was so young and so unprepared in body and mind to indulge in sexual activities of any sort, was part of the perverse charm and excitement which abusing her gave me. In every sense she was my abject slave, and my power over her was absolute, so that whether she was even alive when I had worked my will upon her was a matter only I need decide.