Ned Moore - Old men and?

Marcia didn't stop eating her daughter. She continued tonguing the tiny, hidden clitoris.

Corri peaked again quickly.

Harry said, "Let me!"

Marcia lifted her head, wet-mouthed, and rolled aside.

Harry took her place. He pressed his mouth to the child's flushed, open vulva. He licked his tongue into her. She tasted vaguely, slightly acidy, yet was not unpleasant. He slurped against her and licked hard in her pink groove.

Corri trembled. Her hands came to his thin gray hair and clutched his head tight. "Do that again!"

He lapped his tongue firmly into her wet, pink groove. He licked upward with all the force in his tongue muscles.

She trembled again. Her hands pulled, urging his mouth tighter to her. "More. More."

Harry did it again and again. Each time a tremor passed through the child's body. Each time the tremor was more powerful.

Harry snorted and gasped for air and licked forcefully until his tongue was aching.

Corri was whimpering, a shudder racking her, now. She pushed her crotch tighter and tighter against his face. Her hands threatened to tear his hair out.

He managed to keep up his powerful licking. His tongue felt as if it were tearing free at the roots.

Corri's skinny thighs locked against his fat neck. She began to sob. A spasm rippled through her, another, causing her to cry out as if in agony. She abruptly pushed at his head and kicked free. She rolled away onto her stomach and buried her face in the bedding, crying weakly.

Marcia soothed her. "I know, baby. It gets too strong sometimes…"

Harry struggled to sit up. He knew what he wanted. He had one more orgasm left in him, he felt, and he knew how he wanted to get it. He said, "I want to see Corri eat you, I want her to make you come!"

Marcia asked, "Can it wait a few minutes?"

"No! Now! And I will fuck her in the ass while she is eating you!" Harry had his penis in hand, caressing its precious hardness.

Marcia seemed about to refuse. Then she shrugged. "Baby…" She tried to turn Corri over.

Corri resisted. "I don't want him to do that to me. It hurts!"

"We'll use the pain stuff I have in my purse. Like last time."

"I hate doing it!"

"Baby, we have to. It'll only be once and it won't last long. Come on now."

Corri let herself be turned over. She refused to look at Harry.

Marcia got her purse and took out a small tube of ointment with a surface sensation-deadener in it. She squeezed some onto a finger and worked it gently around and into Corri's small anus.

Marcia said to Harry, "Grease up. And go easy. She's still a child, remember."

Harry coated his penis with lubricant.

Marcia settled down onto her back. She opened her thighs for her daughter. To Harry she said, "Wait a couple minutes for the stuff I worked into her to take effect."

Then Marcia signaled to Corri who had lain silent but for an occasional watery hiccup.

Corri crawled between her mother's widespread thighs. The child didn't lie flat, but crouched with her head and shoulders down, but with her narrow hips up.

She used her thumbs to part her mother's thick-lipped, bushy vulva. She sniffled and daintily began licking the extended, visible clitoris.

Harry watched and waited impatiently.

Gradually, Marcia began to enjoy the light, delicate caress of her daughter's agile little tongue. She began to sigh. She whispered, "You always do it so beautifully, baby…"

Harry grunted as he got up on his knees on the bed and moved around behind the girl.

When he put his hands on her thin hips, Corri tensed. Marcia said, between sighs, "Go easy, Harry."

"I will, I will." He looked down at the child's taut, narrow buttocks, at the shiny area between the cheeks where Marcia had applied the salve, at the tiny, puckered anus, so clean and actually pink. Everything about a young girl was pink and white, he observed. So virginal. So unused and fresh.

He looked over Corri's sloping back to Marcia's full-blown body. Magnificent breasts, erect nipples. Lovely face soft and loose now with pleasure.

Corri continued to lick her mother's protruding clitoris.

Harry poked his penis gently between the girl's cheeks. She tensed again. He used one hand to guide the head. Up against the anus. He pressed forward. He had to grip her hips. The head went in, Corri gave a high-pitched groan, and raised her head to look to her mother for help.

But Marcia said, "It'll be over soon. He isn't too big."

Harry was surprised at how easily he penetrated into her rectum once his glans had broached the child's tight anus. He went in and in, seeking more tightness, some friction. Finally he had fitted his loins and overhanging belly tight against Corri's buttocks, and his penis was buried in too-soft, too-yielding softness. He began gliding his penis in in-and-out movements. The constriction and "fight" of the anus was where the pleasure lay for him. His strokes became short and shallow. Yes… yes!

Corri cried softly and resumed licking into her mother's puffed vulva.

Harry sawed his glans in her gripping ring of anal sphincter muscles. The pleasure was keen and sharp and increasing, expanding in his loins, filling his awareness with soft, lightning-like sensation. The peculiar burning was back, too, in his penis root, low in his abdomen. It opened like a fist in his guts, hot and acute. Harry fucked Corri's ass faster. His breath came in rasping pants. He glared, openmouthed, down at Marcia, who was petting Corri's moving head. His heart hammered in his chest. The edges of his vision blurred and darkened. Sweat rivuleted down the creases in his fat, Harry was possessed! The sweet, burning, cutting ecstasy was beyond relief! It was all worth it, even if he died now. He heard a strange coughing, barking sound and realized it was coming from his mouth. But the exquisite rapture that radiated from his penis – pistoning in Corri's ass – was too strong, too strong, too powerful to stop, to want to stop!

He trembled and shivered and his strokes became wildly erratic. He swayed on his knees. A great vise was clamping his chest. The incredible pleasure was going, fading… He fell back on the bed, sucking air, wheezing. His vision was filled with warps and black spots. He waited for death, but it didn't come.

Marcia got a warm, damp washcloth again and wiped his clammy skin. "That should be all for you, Harry. I don't think your heart could take another one like that."

He nodded.

A few minutes later he closed his eyes. An instant later, it seemed, he awoke and it was day, with a warm sun pouring golden warmth through the closed draperies across the big window. Marcia and Corri were gone.

Unwillingness on the part of Harry's wife to vary their sexual life, to experiment, to broaden the horizons of sex in their marriage, was undoubtedly a strongly contributing factor in Harry's uninhibited, if not criminal, sexual binge. It is interesting to see to what excesses a repressed individual will resort once released to do so; however, it would be even more interesting to unearth the psychosexual history of Marcia, who made a ten-year-old whore out of her daughter. Which is tragic.

Do sex acts with adults harm a child, emotionally, even if she is physically capable of adult sex acts? It depends on the society and the cultural background. In some African and Asian countries this kind of sex is very common and shrugged at as of little importance. Their children absorb this attitude and are not disturbed.

In this country our puritan heritage creates, still, an anti-sexual atmosphere, especially concerning the children, upon whom old-fashioned adults project their own hysterical sexual fears and attitudes. American children absorb this and are often emotionally damaged by adult sex contacts.