The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the Author of this fine story and would like to receive proper recognition, please contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. INNOCENCE LOST Part One by Max Wheeler Frieda was a sweet, sensitive young girl. She appeared to be much younger than her actual age, but of course, she had turned eighteen eleven months ago. She was small and tiny. Her skin was very smooth, and she had a pretty little face. And she had never known a man before. She was, as they say, a late bloomer, small breasts were just starting to take the transformation from girl to woman upon her lithe form. She was shyly innocent, and she was adorable. Her fair skin was extremely white. She hated to be in the sun. Frieda was not as smart as some of her little friends were, but every one of them liked her the best because she was gifted with sweetness and kindness. It was a cool Saturday morning in October, when Herrington happened to look out the window of his study towards the back fence of his spacious yard. What was that? Something moving along the hedge. He pulled the sash tight on his silk robe and dashed through the house and out the back door. Slowly he padded across the concrete patio and across the lawn towards the tall hedge row. As he neared, he could make out a feminine form. It was the next door neighbors daughter...Frieda And she had a cigarette! The little bitch had crept into his back yard from her house next door and was hiding in his hedges and smoking! She never saw him approach. He quietly walked right up behind her and grabbed her by her shoulders, making her nearly jump out of her shoes and gag and cough on the drag of smoke that she had just taken. "What are you doing back here in my yard, little girl?", he queried. "Nothing, Mr. Herrington," she stammered as the still burning cigarette fell from her limp hand. "Nothing.... Why I see you've been out here smoking, and littering my back yard up with your damned little cigarette butts," he exploded, looking angrily into her brown eyes. She was so precious, her little face was tilted up towards him in fear, her eyes wide, her breath falling rapidly now. "Please don't tell my mother, oh god, please don't," she pleaded. "She'll kill me, I know that she will." Suddenly a wicked thought crossed Herrington's mind, and his flaccidness stirred slightly under the silk. "I won't, but you'll have to do something for me in exchange." he said, "After all, I would hate to see you get in so much trouble, but at the same time, I know the right thing to do here would really be to tell your mother all about this.", he added. "Please, Mr. Herrington, please don't, I swear I would do anything, anything you wanted, if you just would not tell my parents," she sobbed, tears starting to stream down her lovely little face. "I think that we might just be able to work something out, Frieda. Do you really swear that you'll do anything that I want you to do, as long as I promise not to tell?" he asked. "Yes, yes, yes, oh yes-anything!". She was starting to show the beginnings of signs of relief. "Excellent," he replied. "Then let's go to my house to discuss this," he said. He placed his hand on the small of her slender back and led her up towards the house. After they were inside, he invited her into his warm, cozy study. A fire was crackling along one wall in the fireplace. He had a large, overstuffed wing back chair across a soft rug, and he led her directly to it. He sat down in the chair, and bent down, and pulled a low, padded matching stool from below it, and placed it on the floor right in front of him. He motioned for Frieda to come and stand directly. "Now, my little sweetheart, it's time for you to come and keep up your end of this bargain. No, Frieda, I promise that I will not tell your parents about this morning's incident. And you have promised something to me as well. Are you willing to do anything I ask of you in return for my silence?" She meekly nodded. "Well, then, here is what you must do for ME", he said. I must have you know, that even though I am forty-eight years of age, I still have needs. I still have lots of needs, needs that largely go unfulfilled these last three years...." "Needs that have festered since the passing of my wife." Do you know what I am talking about, Frieda?" She looked dejectedly at the little stool in front of him, too shy to even begin to know how to answer his question. She kept her face lowered. She thought that he was referring to his male lust. The disgusting lust of all men that her mother had told her of. The lust that her girl friends giggled and snickered about when they all got together. The lust that made her dream in her bed at night.... "Kneel down in front of me on this stool," he said quietly. She carefully knelt upon it, head still demurely bowed. Herrington was exceptionally horny this morning and already his cock was at full stand under the slick, silken robe. He could not remember the last time he had been this hard... Every pulse of blood from his heart made it throb... He was ready for her. And he sensed that she had never even seen a man's cock before. He slowly spread his legs wide, and this action resulted in the material of his robe being pulled tightly across his erection in such a way that she could not mistake what was under it. And she didn't, almost fainting at the sight. Oh my god, she thought, "look..." Suddenly, tenaciously, she was taken with a feeling of curiosity, a feeling of wanting to finally see what it actually looked like. But at the same time, she was terrified at the thought of what he might want to do to her with it. Like, the way her friends were always talking about... stuff.... Her slender thighs pressed protectively together at the thought of being fucked... "Open my robe, Frieda, and look at it....I know you want to see it..." He gently whispered the words and her trembling, dainty little hands rose to gently touch each of his knees. She slid them up his huge silk covered thighs to where they met at his loins, and carefully grasped the edges of the robe and drew them slowly aside, revealing the man's huge erection. Nothing she had ever thought of or dreamed about had prepared her for the sight! The darling girl gasped, never taking her eyes off it. Nine hard inches of male prick stirred lazily before her in the cool morning air and she beheld it with awe and reverence... Her pussy involuntarily squeezed as she wondered how any woman's vagina could take such a thing without it killing her dead...He smiled as she stared at his huge prick, unable to turn her eyes from it, knowing what was going through her mind. "This is my cock, little one, and below are my two balls, see them?", He asked. "And they are full and heavy. And your end of this is to simply do what I ask of you...", he explained softly. "Will you still do as I ask of you, or shall I call your mother now?", Herrington asked softly... "Yes, Mr. Herrington....tell me what you want me to do", Frieda said....She could not take her fascinated eyes off it... Have you ever even seen one of these before, Frieda?", He asked. "No sir, Mr. Herrington, I've haven't....Why,...but....it's huge.....I would never have guessed it to be so big... and....so... hard-looking...." "Then you've never kissed one, either, then, have you?", He asked. She slowly turned her head from side to side, never taking her eyes off the thick cock before her face. She might have never seen or sucked one before, but in the last year it seemed that was all her girl friends ever talked about doing. Frieda went along with them, of course, but deep down it always embarrassed her to the core. Such things were too nasty to even *conceive* of doing! "Well then, my dear, I believe it's about time to complete our agreement.," Herrington said. "Take your hands and hold it." Frieda cautiously lifted her little hands to come to rest upon the sides of it. It throbbed strongly at her first touch. So much wetness was oozing out of the tip that a little trail had started to run down the front of it. She eyed this warily as he looked down at this picture of innocence, his breathing starting to quicken. She could not believe how smooth the skin was on it, so very soft, yet inside, it was as if there was a giant bone there, holding the skin taut, such a different feeling it had to it. She slid her hands together as one, down to the base of the shaft, and experimentally tried to encircle the girth of it with both of her little hands. The finger tips of her longest fingers barely met at the back. Gosh, she thought to herself: "I'm finally holding one for the first time, and...and..it's...real..." A thought flashed in her mind suddenly at what her girlfriend called them: They always called them 'dicks'. But her girlfriends also had a word that they reserved 'for the really big ones'... They called the big ones "'COCKS'. And she knew that this was a cock. She gave his hungry prick a delicate squeeze, soliciting a throaty groan out of him. He gasped in pleasure. Noticing this, she squeezed it softly again, suddenly fascinated. Another desperate groan. Sliding her hands up an inch, she squeezed again, another groan, deeper and huskier. Another inch, another squeeze, another groan, and so on until her hands were squeezing the dripping tip, the swollen head cradled in both palms, and she stayed there, just squeezing and squeezing, the whole time looking up at his pained expressions and listening to his moans with curious, innocent fascination... Herrington was swept away with his pleasure. He lay there with his legs spread wide, rejoicing in having her fondling him so nastily. He had almost swooned as she had squeezed her way up his prick, rejoicing in the stops and squeezes she was giving him along his aching shaft. By the time she reached the head, and he had taken a couple of delicious moments of her manipulations, he almost came all over her pretty face. But he held it off... He was saving THAT for her mouth... Herrington finally could wait no more. He reached down and took her wrists, sliding her hands down to cup his huge, hairy sack. "Stroke them with your nails, Frieda," he intoned. "Oh yes, yes, lightly, just like that, oh indeed, yesssss., just like that my sweet...." His Erection bobbed wildly just inches in front of her face, and she began to stare at it with a far-away expression. "And now, little darling": He grasped both sides of the little head with strong hands..... Frieda swallowed hard, gulped, eyes wider as the flared head of his prick came closer and closer to her face. She closed her eyes, almost swooning the instant before the contact, then , suddenly, there it was: The end of his cock was pressing her lips, and it was warm and soft-like, and velvety-smooth. She instinctively pursed... "Kiss it little girl," he insisted. And she softly slowly began placing wet, smacking little pecks all over the tip, her eyes still adoringly closed.... Herrington's lust rose wickedly as he watched her little mouth gently kiss the end of his cock. He breathing labored as she kissed and kissed , delighting in the sudden realization that he was actually going to be able to get her to go through with it all. "Frieda," he said softly: "lick the tip of it all over with your tongue" She began doing so, and the muscles in his abdomen and thighs went painfully tight. She began painting the hungry head with long, snakelike, tantalizing little swirls with the pointed tip of her tongue, flickering it from side to side and back and forth all over his glans. He could wait no more. He returned his large hands to her head once more, this time encircling it firmly with strong fingers... "Suck my cock...", he said softly. "Relax.... let me show you how to do it." She looked upwards and nodded slightly, overcome with sudden, strange feelings of what she knew not. He very gently applied pressure to the back of her head and watched as her lips slowly smooched hesitantly down over the contours of tip of his cock, the flared beginning, around the crown, back together slightly as the head was completely encompassed, then opening a bit more as the thick shaft followed. He stopped when a couple of inches were deliciously soaking in her mouth to let her become accustomed to it. He kept her head trapped in his grasp, twisting it slowly over his erection, rubbing its fullness deliciously back and forth in the soft wetness of her mouth. "Yesss, he thought to himself, oh yessss....." Frieda began to whimper as he moved her head to and fro. She suddenly tasted something......a cloying and sticky substance had begun leaking out of the opening at the end of him. She instinctively knew that it was the same stuff she had seen when she was squeezing it. It was sticky, and not offensive tasting, but very, very different. She swallowed it away and suddenly realized that her panties were absolutely... Soaked. Herrington stopped his sideways manipulations and pressed her mouth further down onto him. When she had her lips a full six inches down over it, he watched and smiled as her little cheeks puffed, and then she was frantically gasping and struggling and trying to pull up off. She was gagging on it... He held her down a moment more, reveling in the muted noises, then carefully relaxed his strong grip, allowing her grateful lips to slide back up to the twitching head. "Ought to make the little bitch deep-throat me", he mused. "Maybe I'll save that for next time..." "And now, little girl....now you are going to suck me off," he whispered... She was embarrassed at his obscene words, and her fair expression turned a bright crimson. He grabbed a handful of her soft hair in each hand, and pulled her pretty face slowly back down, then up, then down, then up again, slowly bobbing the little girl's head, fucking it. A single tear slid down her left cheek from the humiliation of being forced to gag on him so. He continued to press her sweet head up and down on, taking her within a fraction of gagging at the bottom of every stroke, keeping her stomach tightly tensed... Frieda reached up with both her hands to lightly encircle his scrotum. In time with the movements, she began to lightly rake her nails underneath, just a whisper of a little tickle. Herrington's lust continued to rise and his prick throbbed in her mouth...She began to softly whimper as he continued to make her suck him... It was starting to thrill her... Herrington looked down with lustful glee at her sweet lips. How they stretched so tightly around the thick, pulsing shaft at the bottom of each stroke, how they skated slickly over the wide, flared head at the top. Slowly and steadily he continued to rake her little head up and down, taking long seconds for each thrilling stroke. He wanted her to suck him off gently, slowly. She was going to take her time about it... He was going to shoot off in her mouth... This was soooo good, too good to end so quickly. He suddenly considered making the little bitch suck him all morning. Hmmmm....It was nasty, terribly nasty to be making her do this to him, and he absolutely thrilled in it. Thirty minutes ago this innocent little darling had never even seen a cock. And now she was sucking him off. This thought in itself, thrilled the man. He decided to take his hands off her head to see what she would do. He gently untwined his fingers from her beautiful hair... and she never missed a beat... She had become so caught up and aroused in her cock-sucking that she never stopped, never missed a stroke. Nice, soft, slow ups and downs, her little nails rasping on his hanging testicles, just the way he liked it....up and down, up and down, so soft and sweet. Oh this was going to be too damned good. Tooooo damned fucking good... (His wife had NEVER done it like this...) He leisurely gazed at the clock on the mantle over the fireplace, enjoying the wonderful sensations, moaning and groaning as the virgin girl fellated him. She had been at it for almost half an hour. Drool ran freely from the corners of her lips, dribbling onto the floor. Up and down, and up and down, she continuously, untiringly sucked his cock. She would softly slide her wet mouth down his shaft almost as far as he had previously made her, then tentatively hold him there for a thrilling moment, noting the pulse of the big vein on the side, then ever-ever so slowly slide them back to the swollen head, lips turning slightly inside out as they clung lovingly to the shaft. She was fascinated at the power that she sensed she had over him...for... Herrington would moan each time her mouth came back down and gripped him, reveling in her delicious, sweet sucking. He groaned as she continued to fellate him.... Frieda continued untiringly, her jaws aching now from having been opened so widely, for so long, but she never ceased or changed her rhythm, and his aching desire kept slipping in and out of her sucking mouth, as her hands caressed his full sack. He was being sucked off by a virgin... And all of a sudden he realized that he was welling up.... Herrington was suddenly seized with the desire to come. Frieda's face kept tenderly slipping down over his prick, never ceasing it's suckings and whimperings around the throbs and pulses, panties desperately soaked... And suddenly, he was... there... His balls were full and they were sucked painfully tight up against his groin. His penis had became completely engorged with blood, impossibly, dreadfully, swollen. His lust bubbled and rose...And by-god-yes, it was coming... "Suck me, Frieda," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Ohhhh, yyesss, suck it!" he groaned. And then he gazed his last upon his sweet victim. Time slowed to a crawl and the room went painfully tight around him. Her head seemed to move in slow motion as she continued to slide her lips up and down on it. Everything went suddenly distant and quiet, tuned out, as his rapt gaze focused and centered itself upon the "O" of her little mouth as it sluiced his length. On and on, she tenderly continued, softly fellating the big cock as it started to dance within her mouth.... Slowly, softly and amazingly - sooo sensually for such an inexperienced little girl, she kept sucking it. He could feel it coming... And he...had not come....for at least a month... She had no idea what was about to happen... He gripped her head tightly, and pressed her mouth down as far as it would go. She gagged again as the tip kissed the beginning of her throat, choking. He didn't let her up a fraction as she struggled in vain to extricate herself from the pressure, her throat muscles working frantically to expel the intruder, moaning around his cock because even the gagging had begun to excite her.... The top of his head suddenly exploded with the forcefulness of his orgasm and the hot white lightning bolts began streaking out of the back of his head and down his spine... He began to ejaculate into the very back of the her mouth with pulsing ropy gouts of hot, pent-up sperm... She sputtered and wriggled but could not extricate her head from his hands as she knelt there, feeling her mouth fill with the thick, hot viscous substance shooting out of the head of his penis. The old man was suddenly lost to the world as he held her head completely still, forcing her to contain his pumping cock in her mouth. And alll she was able to do was remain still and unmoving as he shot in her mouth... Nothing in the her eighteen years had prepared her... Her mouth was suddenly full of the hot, lumpy globs of semen. She could not believe how thick and repulsive it was. It was such a full load that what little space that had existed in her stuffed mouth was completely full. Still, he held her still... He fed her the contents of his balls... After a half a minute, the hot pulses subsided, but still he did not release her, and his hands *still* firmly held her head... Frieda began gagging involuntarily as her throat tried to reject what she sensed he was going to make her do next. He never relaxed his grip on her as she struggled, suddenly panicking with her wretched mouthful, her pussy drenched palpitating between her legs... "Swallow it, little girl," he said quietly. She moved her head slightly from side to side in vain refusal and tried to get off him. "I said swallow it now! I'm going to hold your head here until you do." She could really taste it now, so foul and loathsome, and she could not believe he actually wanted her to swallow it. "Swallow it, little girl," he repeated again. Frantic moments later, she reluctantly accepted her fate. She began swallowing the disgusting mouthful of cum. It was almost two tablespoons' worth, and with little vulgar, gulping, wrenching sounds, she began working his thick wad down her throat, around the full, wide cockshaft which *still* occupied most of her mouth, swallowing it around the knob pressed now almost an inch into her throat. Her grasping throat muscles tugged and massaged obscenely at the head as she obediently wrenched it all down for him. Herrington loved it. He reveled in watching how she struggled with it, how she made herself finish it. Frieda swallowed hard several more times, then finally, with a little plaintive gasp, her mouth was empty. It was all, finally, finished. His sperm swam uselessly in the little girl's belly. She looked up a him with a pained, pitiful expression on her face: "You made me swallow it?" "I didn't know it would be so much." Herrington, sated, closed his robe.. Frieda remained kneeling before him, unsure what to do next, still swallowing, still trying to get the viscous taste out of her mouth. He reached down and took the little darling by her chin and stood her, then laid the little girl face down with her butt across his thighs. She was in a daze...She was hesitant... He softly slid his hand along a bare calf, up, up ,up under the hem of her soft, lily-white knee length pleated skirt. His hand slid up along her smooth thigh. And soon his hand cupping a panty-covered ass cheek, squeezing. She protectively tensed as he touched her. Her pussy had become drenched while she was sucking him off, and now the caressing hand was making her even hotter. And she *still* could taste his cum. The memory of the thick, odd texture of it would remain with her for a long time... She squeezed her buttocks tightly, and Herrington smiled... He raised her skirt high up her back, just below her shoulders. The crotch of the little lace panties were completely soaked through. Then, with his right hand, he ripped them off the young girl. He forced her legs open with his right hand and reached for the drawer in the stand next to his chair, and withdrew a tube of Vaseline. With his left hand, he parted the smooth cheeks of her ass, bringing her little bottom into complete view. His eyes lingered on the mossy little cunt, shining with her juices. Her anus had a smattering of hair around it, and it was on this part of her that he focused his attentions. He coated the long thick index finger of his right hand with the lubricant, and touched it's tip to her perfect, unspoiled opening. She stiffened as he it slowly slipped it into her. The tight, puckered opening closed over the tip of his finger and he slid it in to the first knuckle... She gasped, amazed at how big it felt... Slowly, so agonizingly slowly, he pushed the remainder of his fat finger all the way into her ass, meeting only moderate resistance, until his hand was completely pressing into her cleft, the finger gripped deftly by her sphincter. Never in her life had she experienced such emotions, such an invasion of her most private place, a place she had only previously knew in the bathroom, taking care to always wipe... Herrington smiled down at her little upturned rump. So sweet. Frieda lay unmoving, overwhelmed by the feeling of the stretching, feeling how big his finger felt up her backside. He lay still for several long moments, holding it deeply within but unmoving, giving her time to get used to the penetration. Then he began pestling in and out, fucking her little tail with the his finger's full length, carefully exploring the insides of her rectum, twisting and turning... Soon, he noticed with a smile that her little butt was imperceptibly beginning to wriggle and writhe on his lap. The little slut was starting to enjoy it...! He continued the long, smooth strokes, his finger stretching and exercising the puckered little asshole. Her sphincter pushed in slightly at each pressing entrance, and it clung lovingly to his finger, turning inside out slightly, at each withdrawal. Soon her breathing began to labour... Her body was starting to betray her... Herrington, eyeing her state of arousal, began to quicken the rhythm of his finger in her butt, really giving it to her now. Soft moans began to slip through gritted teeth. The burn was starting to come to her now and she moaned every time he stuck his finger deep inside... Herrington slipped the second finger on his hand into her slippery little cunt on one of the in strokes, catching the little bitch by surprise. She squealed and pressed her mons down hard on his lap and scrubbed it there for long moments, her hymen pierced so cleanly and rapidly that she never even felt it. He was beginning to get rock hard again, damn! Now his efforts scrubbed the delicate walls of her soaking little pussy against her ass, and he noted how thin the little membrane was that separated the two holes. He could easily feel his fingers across it. He added a third finger to the second, and thrust his hand back into her, the first still up her butthole, the other two stretching her virgin slit, bringing an instant moan of approval from her throat. He shifted his hand up so that his first two fingers were at the entrance of her ass and the next two were at the entrance of her slit, and began to penetrate her anew. Several long, struggling moments passed, and soon he had four fingers working her, enjoying the way she hunched on his lap, and the noises... He began to rapidly piston his hand in and out of her until she screamed. His newly-erect prick danced along her belly, below her, throbbing... The wild sensations were blinding. She could tell something was about to happen! The sensations in her pussy and asshole seemed to be building up, she was going up, up. up, until it seemed like she could take no more. Frieda raised her head off the side of the chair, arched her back, and came from the roots of her molars, venting a deep, guttural moan that filled the den. She swam blindly with the white fury of her first orgasm. She collapsed slightly, then began to hunch her ass back at up at him again as he stirred her up into a second climax almost immediately. Herrington bore down on her incessantly, two in her ass, two in her pussy, as she cried and whinnied with the wonderful pleasure. Five minutes and six orgasms later, he stopped, his hand deeply within, and let her rest, listening to her breathing... "We're going upstairs now," He said matter-of-factly to her round little ass.... "I'm going to fuck you." Frieda's eyes snapped open with sudden, shocking recollection. And she remembered how big his cock was...Herrington arose from his chair. He reached down with strong arms and easily scooped her up, cradling the trembling little body to his chest and carried her up the stairs. The whole time they ascended he told her how stiff he was again, and what he was going to do with it. She trembled in his arms with inexperienced anticipation... Soon he was in his polished, masculine bedroom and he deposited the little girl onto his vast, high, heavily carved bed. He rolled her over on her soft belly. Her little tail was so cute... He once again folded her little skirt over her back, and pulled her panties completely off, admiring her pretty, white little cheeks. Frieda was lying face down on the thick down comforter, face cradled in hands. His hand reached for the drawer on his walnut night stand, opened it silently, and rummaged through the contents, his fingers closing over the large jar of Vaseline. He removed it from the drawer and placed it on top of the stand, savoring the desperate scene before him. He gazed with lust at the little ass. "Reach back with both of your hands and hold yourself open as widely as you can for me," he ordered. She did, bringing her shaking hands around to grasp one of her butt cheeks in each hand, and pulled them apart, stretching her butt wide-open for the old man... He lowered his face into her splayed crack, he could not resist this-could not help himself-and with the tip of his tongue, took long swipes from clitoris to asshole for the next couple of minutes while Frieda, still face down, cried and moaned softly into the comforter. Hardening his tongue, he eased the tip of it into her little anus, extending it inches into her... She moaned her immediate approval and pushed her rump right up against his face. He began slipping his tongue in and out of her, enjoying her sweet taste. Her moans turned into a series of regular hissing noises, and she was softly whispering 'yessss' over and over again as he stabbed her with his tongue. Her ass tasted so good, and Herrington flicked his long tongue inside the little girls ass. His prick was totally at full stand again, and it strummed the bed as he as he tasted her ... He continued until he couldn't stand it... Frieda was as limp as a rag as he rolled her onto her back and drug her little bottom to the edge of his bed. He reached for the table and opened the jar. The lid fell to the floor somewhere behind him, unnoticed. He turned the container sideways over the head of his hard member, twisting and smearing it, 'chalking' the fat knob with the lubricant as she lay there silently watching, unable to tear her eyes away from what he was preparing her for. Her chest rose and fell. He set the jar aside, his cock shone in the morning light... She was suddenly paralyzed, as a mouse before a cat. Herrington's heart leaped and bounded. He couldn't wait to fuck the little girl.... He folded a dainty knee backwards in each hand, onto her breasts, smashing her thighs against her abdomen as he doubled her in two. In this position, she was completely open for him and the little bird instinctively knew that she was now his... Every precious tuck and fold that she had between her legs were helplessly his to have his way with. He reached down and stroked the tender little pussylips with the back of his hairy hand. They were just beginning to sprout fine, downy hair. They were so soft...so beautiful, so tender, her naked slit was so deliciously virginal.... He couldn't wait to fuck her... "Please,... Mr. Herrington, please...", she stammered....(it almost sounded like she was begging for it...)as he spread her folded legs as wide as they would go...the great cock swinging and bobbing before the feast... Her fate was sealed, for the plump peach of her cunt called him, and he answered by easing the head just within, rubbing it gently up and down the inside of her slit, mashing her little pussylips aside. Finally, he began forcing it into her... It was a grotesque thing to watch. Herrington's body was twice the size of the little girl's... The scale was incredible. He completely overpowered her, and she knew that she was helpless, trapped like this underneath the man...suddenly at his mercy... And she knew now had badly he wanted to fuck her... She whimpered vainly as her vagina began to open, stretching hugely, widely for the first time. The tattered remnants of the her hymen were no match for the greasy, lubricated shaft. Herrington thrust it slowly into her, reveling in the sweet tightness of her helpless little pussy, keeping her knees pressed back and apart, pressing impossibly deep within her... She bleated like a little lamb lost as her vagina cleaved around the big cock. On and in he strained, the slipperiness of her sealskin softness complementing the thick lubricant he had so liberally applied... His thighs tensed as he smoothly thrust it the rest of the way inside her with one fluid movement... She realized with a start that his belly was pressing tightly against her mound. She could not believe that it was all inside! Her precious little pussy was filled to bursting with the throbbing length.... It was no longer a slit...It was a cunt... She grunted with the awesome fullness as Herrington stood there stiffly, leering, and flexed his impossibly cock, making it stir strongly within her clasping... She groaned at the pressure...She could not believe that he had gotten all of it in her... But there was much more to come. Yes, much, much more indeed... "Tell me to fuck you..." Her eyes suddenly had a little lost look. She was completely trapped under the big man, spread as widely as she could be. She was at his complete mercy, and now he made her properly ask for it. Fully nine inches of stiff, nervous muscle lay soaking in the little cunt. She began to become very, very excited, her pussy began spaszming... she was so aroused... "Say: Fuck me, Mr. Herrington," he whispered again. And she timidly did as he bade. "Fuck... me,... Mr. Herrington," she breathed... "Tell me again, and say "Please", he softly insisted, hunching hard against her, insinuating it deeper still.. "Please fuck me, Mr. Herrington," she husked... Herrington's cock throbbed involuntarily with it's hungry eagerness as she whispered the nasty words... He withdrew his fat cock all the way to the tip in a slow, delicious movement and watched as the soft, delicate little inner lips clung to it, turning inside out as he left her. It felt to her like it was sucking her inside out and she bleated a soft, high-pitched plaintive little girl cry as he gently withdrew. She was instantly amazed at how good it had made her pussy suddenly feel.... Again, he made her ask... "Tell me....tell me to fuck you... hard," he hissed, and slid it cleanly up her again, pressing it in as far as it absolutely would go. "Oh, yes", she cried:, "Please fuck me... oh... yes, it feels... so.... yes... please... please fuck me...! "Fuck me hard...", she began to beg... Herrington afforded her another deep plunge, this time faster and harder, then suddenly withdrew again to the head and paused...waiting... "Please fuck me," she stammered again. And he rewarded her request by bucking it into her again as hard as he could... Herrington withdrew and slammed it back into her again and suddenly her little cunt was swimming with pleasure. "Oh my god", Frieda screamed as he gave it to her again and again. "Oh my god, yes!" She cried in pleasure as he began to fuck the little girl-morsel... "Oh please fuck me again...please, fuck me-fuck me-fuck me-fuck me-fuck me fuck me", she began chanting, in lustful, delicious earnest. He sneered down at the little girl as he jerked his cock in out of her. He slipped it out and slammed it back in, then out, then in, then again and again, and soon he was fucking her hard and fast... She lay helplessly spread for the fierce pounding, unable to do or want anything else but to mewl and pant for it as he pummeled her... "Oh, yes... Oh god-yes!... Fuck me Mr. Herrington...fuck me with your big cock...", she gasped... The little cunt was sloppy and opened so widely to the fray. She could feel how thickly it stretched her as he fucked her, she reveled in how deeply it went with each fine stroke, how the flare of the crown scraped the length of her insides as it pistoned in and our of her... She was his as he began to gallop her little pussy..., and she made happy, little crying sounds.. She was about to go out of her mind as he fucked her, and she was *truly* being fucked now! He fucked her and fucked her untiringly, pounding her hysterically... And she sniveled and whimpered and for more... After about fifteen minutes, Frieda's brain dimmed. Every one of her emotions were centered around the big cock that repeatedly ripped in and out of her. She was all cunt now, and every ragged breath that ripped out of her heaving chest brought sweet cries of utter joy with it. The sensations of being fucked were racing back and forth up her spine... Herrington's big balls slapped her ass as he lustily fucked the little girl as hard as he could... She had cum several times already, the orgasms ripping out of her, her breath coming now in gasps... Ten hard minutes, her mind left began to leave her, and the feelings in her pussy were so great that not even a nun could have resisted this man. Soon she deliriously began to come regularly, about every fifteen strokes or so, and he had to stop... He withdrew his still-menacing cock and smeared it again with the Vaseline until it was completely slathered with the greasy lubricant... "I'm going to bugger you now," Her eyelids raised...she did not know what that word meant... The slick head of his erection kissed her nether opening... He flexed the muscles of his thighs and butt, exerting pressure, testing her tightness. Frieda screamed and tried to wriggle away, realizing with a start what he was attempting! He pressed his body completely down over her, rendering her completely immoble, as he centered himself for the initial thrust into her little behind... She could not move away from the big cock, she was helpless beneath the older man. She instinctively tried to keep herself tensed, her sphincter trying to protect her from the thick entrance. But the finger massage over his lap had already relaxed her bottom... She was still greasy and somewhat relaxed from his fingers. He could feel her little sphincter starting to give... Yes! There it was... His forehead wrinkled as he nudged inside her... Her ass began to open for his cock... There was then a moments' strain, a sudden intake of feminine breath, and a slippery whisper... Frieda'a distended anus closed tightly behind the head... And then she was his... She almost fainted as the surprisingly pleasurable feelings began flowing. She would never have been convinced that she would like something like this....but....It was wonderful! He began to press deeper. God, she was so tiny and tight... And it was so warm inside of her ass... He was half-way inside her. He eased it back to the crown of his tip, then back in again, working the lubricant well within her... And at the bottom of each stroke, he began testing her... He began increasing the depth of his thrusts about a half inch each time he slid it in, opening her, and slowly, several dramatic moments later, he was completely up the little girl's backside to the balls. And her little ass gripped him so tightly that he shuddered... For a time he was content to simply stand at the edge of the bed, resting, throbbing hotly inside her. He stayed so a moment, giving her time to adjust to the immense bulk she now harbored. He removed his hands from the the pretty little knees and brought them down to cup and squeeze her small breasts. Strong fingers pinched each nipple, pulling them straight up from her chest a far as they would go, and they became engorged. He remained completely motionless, enjoying the tight heat, pulsing deeply within her sweet tightness, pulling and twisting and wringing at her tender little teats, causing her to moan with unbridled abandon... Frieda suddenly began to come, her body launching into a wild, thrilling orgasm, and as she came, her body reacted on the bulk that filled her and her sphincter involuntarily clenched it tightly. This exerted a delicious squeeze over his cock, and Herrington groaned...suddenly seized with an idea... Yes... "Squeeze it with your bottom, little girl..." She just stared up at him with a queer expression, unknowing of what he asked her. "Bear down on it for me... try to push it out..." And then she realized... and began to bear down on it... just like when she was going to the bathroom, and her bowels began to ripple and press so over him that he leaned his head back and groaned... This was totally unnatural, she knew, yet it was wonderful...! But it was so nasty! Frieda began sobbing with pure unfettered lust as he started making little hunching movements, slipping it in and out of her ass a bit, but keeping most of it inside her. She could not believe how wonderful it was feeling! Herrington sensed her desire, and at this he smiled a knowing, little smile and began selfishly sliding back and forth within her clenching little bottom, impaling her over and over and over while she continued to squeeze and tense on it... He again began to roll the hard little nipples between his fingers, now thrusting firmly all the way in and out while she lay crying and whimpering with joy, doubled in two beneath his weight, totally unable or caring to move or resist as he slowly butt-fucked her... Yes, she was getting helplessly butt-fucked... And it was a thing to behold... "Tell me where my cock is, little girl..." he gasped, pausing with all of it inside her... "It's...its... in my behind..., Mr. Herrington", she whispered... "And it feels so....so....Oh, god... Ohhh, mmyyy ghaaaddd"....She moaned hungrily, for now he was twisting and pulling hard on her nipples again and she begin to come wildly, her butt hunching over the engorged cock! Herrington was totally, completely out of his mind with the fucking lust of this all... Never in a million years would he have thought.... "Tell me to fuck you where I'm fucking you now", he hissed. "Tell me to butt-fuck you..." (another slippery, full thrust...) "...Tell me...." Herrington was overwhelmed with her submission. He paused, and suddenly withdrew his length almost completely out of her, just the tip of the knob still inside, and paused, looking down at her as she began to suddenly plead with him in little whispers to do it to her... He could not believe it...He could not fucking believe it...She was begging him to sodomize her! Her eyes rolled back into her head as the next orgasm approached it's victory... "Yesssssssss....(she was not talking now...she was bleating, whimpering...)...Oh, my god, yes... Oh, my god yes" and then she began to come again as he kept fucking her tight little bottom hole... She could barely utter a word, but... he had said... He slowly withdrew and thrust it all the way back in her... "Butt-fuck me...Mr. Herrington....", came the first... He gave the little girl another deep, slippery cock-thrust and she nearly swooned with pleasure... "Butt-fuck me...Mr. Herrington...." He obliged and afforded her a nice, sudden long one... "Butt-fuck me...Mr. Herrington....", she husked through slitted, dreamy eyes... He pulled out until the wide crown was pulling at the inside of her tight little sphincter, then slipped it greasily back into her hot depths... "Please.. butt-fuck me..." "Please..." (now almost a whisper..., barely audible...) "Bugger me...." He withdrew all the way out of her behind then slowly thrust back until his hairs were flattened against her swollen little pussy and she howled and came again all over the big cock. He continued tailing the little girl with nice long slow slippery strokes...twisting her nipples as he buggered her... He began to give it to her hard. She panted and groaned and was out of her mind with it... Herrington looked down...It was lovely, she was stretched so widely over it.... "You're a big enough girl to take it hard and fast for a few minutes," he hissed through clenched teeth, and commenced to ride the little thing with strong, callous thrusts, his lust rising, and suddenly he could feel it coming again... "Butt-fuck me.... Mr. Herrington...", she kept sniveling... And she came all over the big cock again, her bowels undulating on his stabbing thickness... He finally could take no more... His breath came again in tortuous gasps as he thrust inside her to his hairs and began ejaculating deeply within the little girl's belly... Frieda sharply *felt* the cock swell and burst... She could feel the hot, thick jets as the old man came deeply in her behind... She moaned and fell into yet another shuddering orgasm as the hot, spurting storm broke loose inside her. Herrington collapsed as the last of his orgasm dribbled into her little butt. He kissed her gently on her forehead. His cock was exhausted, softening slowly... "Remove it for me, little girl", he quietly ordered... "What?....(oh...)......?" she stammered... "Squeeze it with your butt, squeeze it out for me", he gasped, completely spent and out of breath. She immediately understood and began bearing down again on the limp penis, bearing down and squeezing hard on it with her tender bottom. He looked down between them, fascinated with this final humiliation as she gingerly 'shit' his flaccid cock out of her behind... Her little clinches were so delicious as she laboriously squeezed it all out... 1997, by Max Wheeler -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html Be There.....