Ned Moore - Old men and?

She was getting him awfully hot. Her small hand, pulling and hauling on his cock, awkward and inefficient, was still effective – with his excitement reinforced by his progress in making her hot.

Betty began to go tense. Her body went rigid. She breathed hoarsely. She clutched his cock fiercely, unconscious of her tight grip.

Gilbert grinned and flicked his fingertip even faster over her pinhead like clit.

For a long moment she was gasping, muscles locked, fixedly watching his hand and fingers in her open crotch.

He poked his finger into her vagina for a second, again, this time further, to the second joint, then resumed stroking her clit.

Betty started to wriggle again, but not urgently. She said, "I had me a good one."

"Good what?"

"You know… a 'gasm… a funny strong feeling… down inside me there." She pointed to her lower belly. She resumed sucking on the sucker which she had temporarily forgotten. She giggled.

He slipped his finger into her vagina. She didn't object. She began jerking at his cock again. She said, "If I can make you 'gasm will you give me something?"

"What?"

"A quarter?"

"A quarter and the three Mounds bars?"

"Uh-huh." She pushed and pulled his foreskin up and down over the head of his cock. "Will you?"

"Okay, a quarter when you make me shoot and the candy tomorrow."

"Okay." She sucked in her lower lip and concentrated on jerking at his cock.

Gilbert said encouragingly, "That's good. Keep that up…" It was good. The irregular movement and tightly gripping little hand was doing the job!

He kept his finger in her vagina. He probed gently and widened and loosened the opening in her hymen. He wanted to really fingerfuck her sometime… in a week.

He wasn't really aware of what he wanted. He knew fooling with her at all was stupid, dangerous, but something in him wanted it – some twist in his makeup, liked playing sex games with a prematurely developed child.

Besides, she was available, she was easy, and she liked it. He didn't have any problem coping with her. Not like older girls. And there was her virginity in all areas of sex. That turned him on. That sent a thrill up his spine and down into his cock.

Betty complained, "How long?"

"Not much…" He hugged her closer to his side. He took his hand from her crotch and sat back. Her little hand was pulling, pulling, pulling. The pleasure gathered in small wavelets of sensation. Each push-pull of her hand on his hot, rigid cock was a golden stroke.

He stared at her struggling hand… at her straining little fingers. He was almost…

She stopped. "I'm tired!"

"Use your other hand!"

She did. The grip was different, the stroke was different… better, a lot better, somehow, for some reason.

Gilbert grunted deep in his chest. He deliberately loosened his gut muscles and thigh muscles. The pleasure came like an all-enclosing tide… a frothing, sweep of sensation. Strong! Jesus – strong!

He spurted and flowed all over her hand. She pulled her hand away.

"Don't stop, you stupid little bitch!" He grabbed his cock and salvaged what he could of the interrupted climax, but the precious golden seconds of peak sensation were wasted.

Betty was puddling up, her eyes brimming.

"Don't cry." He dug into his pocket and wiped her small hands. "I didn't mean to yell at you, Betty, but you shouldn't stop just then. Keep doing it until all the white stuff is out or until I tell you to stop." He wiped his cock and pants. She watched him put his cock away. She sniffled. She said, holding out a hand, "Gimme my quarter."

Gilbert dug into his other pants pocket for his change. He gave her two dimes and a quarter.

She reached over and patted his soft bulge. "Want me to do it again? I'll do it like you said."

"No, tomorrow. I'll be here with your candy."

"And a quarter, too." She regarded him with large, crafty, hazel eyes.

He grinned and nodded.

She was in the garage, waiting for him, when he came out to work on the car again. He winked and patted his shirt pocket where three Mounds bars poked up. He unlocked the car and let her climb in.

She wore dirty white shorts several sizes too big for her, and a colorful "Hawaiian" blouse. The shorts were pinned tight at her waist. She was barefoot.

"Gimme." She reached up and grabbed the candy bars from his shirt pocket. She tore one open and wolfed the first half bar.

Gilbert watched her gobble the candy. He knew he couldn't do anything with her until she was finished.

She ate the second bar, too, but more slowly.

"Why don't you save some for later?"

"Somebody'll take it. Billy always wants dibsies. Mommy would wanta know where I got it."

"Yeah. You better eat it all while you're here." He unzipped his pants to save time and pulled out his cock. He was half hard.

She watched as she ate. She giggled. Her fingers were getting smeared with chocolate. He asked, "Same deal as yesterday?"

"Okay… a quarter and… umm, fudge. A pound of vanilla fudge with lots of nuts in it!"

"Better settle for a quarter pound, honey. You couldn't eat a pound. It would make you sick."

"No, I want a pound!" Her eyes were bright with unreasoning greed. She licked her fingers.

"Okay, okay…" He shifted toward her. He put his right hand on her bare thigh below the loose, too-big leg of the shorts.

Betty opened her thighs. She put her wet-licked hand on his cock and started pulling the skin up and down. "Want me to do it now, like yesterday?"

He nodded. He got his fingers into the crotch of her shorts and discovered she wore no panties. He stroked his fingertips over the chubby-fleshed, smooth mound, to the top of her slit.

He didn't bother with her breasts.

His cock was rigid. It stuck up out of his pants with dramatic length. Betty struggled with it.

He had a glow in his belly. He rubbed the lips of her slit and she opened her thighs further. The lips pouted slightly. He eased a fingertip inside to tender, pink wetness and warmth.

He easily, quickly, found her tiny clit. He began caressing it, working the slippery wetness over the pinhead of hardening flesh. He dipped his finger lower, to her vagina, and found a small accumulation of the slippery secretion.

Betty squirmed a bit. "Feels nice."

He nodded. She was getting the hang of gripping his cock correctly with her small hand. Her fingertips were positioned just right to pressure the sensitive dorsal area as she pumped the skin up and down.

Gilbert thought he could make her into quite an accomplished little lover… if his small change held out.

He slid his finger into her vagina slowly, slowly, exploring the walls, seeking the end of the tight, hot channel.

"Why are you poking in me there?"

"To see how far in you go." He had the finger in her all the way. No limit. She was developed, all right. He slid his finger out and began working on her slit.

"I like that better."

He was curious about her mother. "Does your mother ever do things like this with her boyfriends?"

"Sure. I seen her and them. They didn't know it, though. I peeked." She giggled.

"What did they do?"

"All kinds of things. Fucking mostly. Mommy likes to fuck. She likes big ones like you got."

"You watch them in the bedroom?"

"No…" Betty sighed at his ignorance. "Us kids sleep in the bedroom. Mommy sleeps in the front room on a bed that comes up outa the sitting place – the big, long chair by the window."

"The couch – the sofa."

"Uh-huh. They do fucking there. Mommy puts us to bed and closes the door, but I open it up and peek a lot."

Betty wriggled her rump on the seat cushion as Gilbert got her hot and bothered. She twisted around and changed hands on his cock. "Your pee-pee is hard to do when it's real stiff like now."