Spouse in Torment

CHAPTER SIX

Milt Harris held the receiver in his hand for a moment and then set it back on the cradle. He had a bad taste in his mouth after he talked with his wife, Nancy. But Nancy served her purpose. The young boys she brought home loved to fuck her, even though, with her narrow hips and tiny tits, she looked just like a teenager.

And Milt Harris loved to watch the young boys fuck his wife.

He patted his chest absently, searching for the pack of cigarettes he usually carried in his shirt pocket.

But there were no cigarettes. Nor was there any pocket. In point of fact, there wasn’t even a shirt.

Milt Harris was naked.

And so was the young girl just finishing up her mysterious preparations for the evening’s fun in his bathroom.

He left the phone and went down the short hall to the bathroom door. Through the thin wood paneling, he could hear the gurgle of the sink, and above it the throaty sound of the girl humming to herself. The richness of her voice brought the memory of her nudity strongly into his mind, and he rapped his knuckles against the door.

“Just a minute, honey. I’ll be right with you.”

“Hurry up,” he said. “I’m getting anxious.”

“Oh, me too, honey. But I gotta get all kissing sweet before you and me can get started now, don’t I?” she laughed.

The sound made him think of her round tiny breasts and flat ass.

“I’ll wait in the bedroom,” he answered.

“You won’t have to wait long,” she called back, still laughing.

He went the rest of the way down the hall and into the bedroom. His cigarettes were on the night stand and he lit one up and pulled the ash tray to within reach as he reclined on the bed.

Nearby, piled on a chair, were her clothes.

Again he thought about the youngster in the bathroom, about her tiny body. She was barely twelve years old. She had tried to panhandle him outside the hotel. All she had wanted was a lousy dollar, but she had turned him on. When they were that young they always turned him on. They looked like little boys.

The first little girl had been so long ago. She had been only ten, Harris had been twelve.

They were in the woods playing a game. It was a silly game and Milt had no idea that it would turn into something that would stay with him the rest of his life.

They played doctor and nurse, taking turns examining each other. First Milt was the doctor, and the little girl was the patient. Milt didn’t know then that little girls were different.

He first examined her mouth. He couldn’t find anything wrong there, so he went on to her arms. That’s when he started feeling funny. The little girl had smooth skin, with a light fuzz all over it. Her legs were the same as her arms; all smooth and fuzzy where he touched them.

Her skirt was very short and it slid up as the girl wiggled under his touch.

“That tickles,” she giggled.

Beneath her dress he could see the white crotch band of her panties. His prick started to get hard in his pants. It made him feel even more strange.

“Is there anything wrong?” the little girl had asked.

“No,” Milt had replied. “But I think we should take all your clothes off so I can make a real examination.”

The dress she had on was zippered up the back. She moved around so he could remove it.

Her body was all soft and pink. She had tits. Not very big, but starting. But her nipples were big. They, had started to grow first. They got to Milt immediately. Her nipples were so soft when he examined them. It was as though, when he pushed on them, he could shove his finger clear through her.

Then Milt took down her panties. Her pussy was hairless and pink. She was on her hands and knees. She wriggled when he pulled her pink lower lips open. Then she asked him to stop when he pulled further. She said it hurt.

He saw her hole and then he knew why his prick was hard.

His mind and body now seethed with youthful lust. His hard cock had no conscience. The young pussy before him was merely a receptacle, a hole into which he would shove his meat and find release.

He shuffled his knees forward until they were against the taut buttocks. He scooped his hands under her until the cheeks rested against his lower thighs, just above his own knees. He leaned forward, found one of her nipples and sucked the tiny brown bud into his mouth, stabbing it with the tip of his tongue.

His cock was there, against her little cunt. He pushed forward.

The young girl screamed and pounded on his head and shoulders. “Stop… it hurts… it hurts!” She clawed at his face as he groaned and writhed, forcing the knob of his cock to spread her tight cunt lips.

He hunched his hips and drove a couple of inches between the tautly stretched lips. Her moans of pain increased and her feet kicked wildly.

But he wouldn’t stop, and new pain showed on her face as the head of his cock rocked against the thin membrane of her hymen.

She threw her hips from side to side in an effort to free herself from the stiff wedge that was relentlessly impaling her.

She made strange animal sounds as she mewed and begged him to stop.

He pushed again. Another inch.

The girl screamed again.

He responded by easing his rod into the tight hole, inch by inch.

“Nooooo! Please stop! It hurts… it hurts real bad!” the girl cried. “Don’t do it to meeeee!”

Milt stared down at the stretched lips of her tight little pussy. With satisfaction he eased all of his prick up into the lightly hair-ringed opening of her virgin cunt.

There was no stopping him now as his hard cock filled her flat little belly and his sac pressed against her tiny asshole.

She groaned in pain and panic, her head reeling with the final thrust. A finger was the biggest thing that had ever been inserted in her tiny pussy until now. And she had thought a cock impossible. But she knew it had happened. His cock had spread and ripped her virginal pussy wide open.

It was like an anvil in the center of her belly and she whimpered her thanks when, at last, he paused. She was sure that if he moved again, pounding the cock in and out of her, she would die.

Still he remained immobile as he sucked her budding tits and whispered in her ear. Soon her head started clearing and the pain began to fade. She thought her tortured pussy had become accustomed to its invader. Then a searing pain again flashed through her body when he moved.

“Ohhhhhh, don’t move! It hurts when you move!”

“I have to move to fuck you,” he said.

Then he went wild. He pounded and tore at her little cunt. She passed out from the pain, but still he kept on driving into her.

He drove as deep as he had the length to go. He reamed her sweet pussy with lust and tenderness, his balls tickling her little anus as he plunged into her stretched hole.

It was beautiful. It was truly a dream come true for the boy. He looked down at her beautiful young face and screamed as he felt himself come.

Milt fucked the little girl many times again after that. Eventually she started enjoying it, too. Then she got bigger, with heavy, flopping tits, so he found another girl younger, with small hips, and wee tits. But he never forgot the joy of fucking that first little girl.

He supposed that was why he had married Nancy. She was thirty now, and she still looked like a boy.

And the one in the bathroom, the runaway she looked like a young Nancy, or like the first little girl, or like a little boy.

What was her name? Gigi, she had said.

In a moment she would come out of the bathroom and give him her honey. After that, she would go away. She’d probably find another foolish man who would be willing to give her a loan just for the use of her body for a little while.

Ahhhhh, the younger generation, he mused, they thought nothing of it anymore. Fucking was like a stick of gum, chew it until the flavor’s gone and then get some more.

The bathroom door opened. Milt heard the lock click, and brought his thoughts quickly back to the immediate moment.

She came into the doorway and stopped. He raised his head a bit to look at her. A large toothy grin was slashed across her face.

“My, my,” she said. “Don’t you look ready to go!”

He stared at her. She was carrying a glassful of icecubes in one hand. In the other she held a second glass of faintly steaming water and a washcloth draped over her wrist.

But those weren’t the details he noticed.

Her breasts were beautiful. They were small, not yet grown fleshy and big at the bottom. The areolas were dark pink and took up nearly all the apple-sized tits. Milt knew he could get all of one tit in his mouth, and his cock jumped and throbbed at the thought.

Her hips were very narrow. Like her tits, they had only just started to swell with manliness. Her bones were visible as faint protrusions on each side of her flat tummy. She had a sparse, sandy sampling of cuntal fur. She barely had enough fur to cover her pussy lips. They looked taut and totally unstretched.

He wondered. “You’re not a virgin, are you, honey?”

She smiled. “What do ya think?”

He smiled, fisted his cock, and completed his inspection. Her legs were slender. Her calves were subtly muscled. When his eyes finally came back to her face, her smile had grown. “Like what you’re seeing?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“There’s more and better to come. Wait’ll you see me close up.”

She crossed the room to the opposite side of the bed, and set the glasses and the washrag down on the table.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

“Clean you off with,” she said.

“Clean me? I don’t get it.”

“Well, honey… after…” he grinned.

“Oh.”

“Didn’t a girl ever do that for you before?”

“Not wash me, no.”

“Hum.” She made a face. “Well, some girls don’t never wash themselves neither. But I ain’t like that. I like to be all nice and clean. Then they can kiss me just about any place they want to.”

“You mean, eat your pussy?” she said. “Yeah. You like to eat young, unspoiled pussy, don’t ya, daddy?”

“Do you like to suck cock?”

“I asked you first.”

“I’m bigger than you are.”

“I love to suck cock. Most of the time it’s better’n fuckin’. My pussy is small and it hurts when they’re as big as you.”

He smiled again. “Then I like to eat pussy.”

Twelve, he thought, she talked like she was forty. He wondered how many cocks she had sucked in her young life. But it didn’t matter. Her body was good, a little girl’s body… or a little boy’s.

He rolled away from her until he could reach the ash tray and stubbed out his cigarette. When he dropped onto his back again, she was wringing out the washcloth.

“Well,” he said. “There it is. Do it any way you like.”

“There you surely are,” she said, gazing at him appreciatively. “You don’t see cocks like that every day.”

“I bet you say that to all the boys,” he replied, grinning.

“Oh, no, honey. Only to the men.”

She dropped to the bed and folded her calves up under her, edging around until she was kneeling next to him. When she unfolded the washrag and gave it a shake, he felt tiny droplets of warm moisture patter across his stomach.

Then, suddenly, the washrag touched his cock. He could feel her fingers through the cloth.

“We’re gonna have us a whole load of fun,” she said, chanting her words in a gusty, sing-song deep inside her throat. “You got all any girl could ask for, and this gal’s gonna like it, and some more besides. You’ll see, daddy… there’s lots in store for you.” She looked up at him with mischief in her eyes. “I’m gonna suck your dick till it’s so hot and hard it can’t help but shoot. Then I’ll taste your cum and drink it down. I’ll even suck your asshole for you, daddy. You’ll like that. You like to have little girls suck your asshole.”

He listened to her as she went on with a smoking description of the fun she had planned, but he wasn’t really paying any attention. The touch of the cloth against him was driving all reason out of his brain. There was nothing for him to do but let the cloth wash against him and let the tingling pleasure mount.

Something changed. He felt a momentary chill, and realized the rag was gone. He was about to open his eyes and look at her when fingers suddenly came to take its place.

Her fingers were slender and warm on his cock, but he could sense a surprising strength in them.

His hands moved down to her knees and then back up again until he was cupping her bare buttocks. “You little devil,” he laughed, and pulled her to him, grinding his hard cock over her belly.

She slid her hand between them until her fingers combed through his pubic hair. Then they found the root of his cock and curled around it. She squeezed, bringing a satisfying groan to his lips.

“You’re big… real big,” she said. “Too big?” he asked.

“Never too big.”

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Anything,” she replied. “Everything. Whatever you want.” She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. “I’ve never had one this big before.”

“You’ll be ready for it,” he said.

“I’m ready now,” she laughed.

The girl was touching him now with both hands. She crooned on. “Nice honey… sweet honey… all groaning for me… and you’re gonna have me, too… you’re gonna have me, and I’m gonna have you, and we’re gonna have each other.”

The hands stopped, the fingers clenched, sending a bolt of pleasure to him. He could feel the faint needling of her fingernails against his buttocks.

“Poor daddy,” she said. “You don’t have to groan no more. Honey’s gonna take care of you… good care of you… starting right now… only a minute, daddy, only a second, and this honey’s gonna give you all your nature can take.”

He opened his eyes. It was difficult to lift his head, and difficult to focus on her, but he managed it somehow. The moment of delight was approaching, and he wanted to see it happen.

He saw her flat buttocks glide along the bed toward him. He saw the tiny weights of her berry-tipped breasts dangle until they grazed along his abdomen and came to rest. He saw the deep color of her fingertips in startling contrast to the pale whiteness of his own flesh.

But most of all, he saw the expression on her face, the direction of her gaze, the voluptuous twisting of her mouth as she moaned.

And he realized she wasn’t even talking to him. She was talking to her hands and his cock.

He looked directly up between her thighs and saw the taut slit of her barely furred pussy. “I think I’ll just make sure you’re ready.”

He stroked her tits with his hand as his tongue laved her belly. And then she gasped. His mouth was in her tiny slit, then his lips were pressing against her pussy. It was thrilling, exhilarating, and got even better for her as she felt his tongue part the lips of her vulva.

“Does that feel good?” Milt asked, dropping his face from her crotch.

“Oh yes… yes, it feels soooo good!” she gasped.

His head again parted her thighs, the tongue licking her flesh until it shone. Mound and around her thighs he roamed, and then back to her pussy. The hard red tip parted her slit and she could feel the heat of his saliva dribbling into her crack.

“Oh, God!” she screamed, when his tongue drove into her little wet hole and his chin mashed against her clit. Up and down, around and around went his tongue inside her.

She screamed again and bucked downward with her hips. There was a tiny moan of pleasure from her lips and her pussy erupted in a mini-climax.

“Did you come?” he said.

“A little,” she replied, unable to move.

The sweet young thing was still moaning and sighing as she reached over and took two ice cubes out of the glass. She popped them into her mouth.

“What’s that for?”

“You’ll see, daddy,” she mumbled, as her head descended toward his upright cock. Her fingers unwound, and spread across his abdomen. He felt her breath.

She hummed with strange music, her breasts lifted and flattened against him.

He reached out and grabbed at her buttocks, kneading the mounded flesh with his fingertips. She wriggled at his grip.

She bent back to his body and her lips engulfed the head of his cock greedily. She leaned forward, placing her weight on her knees, and ground her face over his prick.

He wanted to fuck… fuck her head, her ass, her cunt. He needed to come. “Suck… suck… suck,” he chanted.

With a groan he threw his hips forward as his hands wound themselves in her thick hair. Her head eagerly started to bob and twist in front of him. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew and elongated his cock with a sucking motion.

He looked down at his cock driving in and out of her mouth. She was a good cock sucker. Experience showed in every movement of her head, every inch of her tongue, every touch of her tender fingers.

Then she brought the ice cubes into play. It was wild. It was the kinkiest feeling ever, having the two cold cubes roll around and around the head of his cock.

“Oh, my God… that’s… wild! I can’t tell you what that feels like!” he panted.

She kept sucking.

As his rod slipped deeper, into her mouth, he couldn’t have held back even if he had tried.

He wanted to come.

As she sucked and sucked harder on his meat, his legs became rubbery with the sexual stimulation. His hands slipped to her shoulders for support and the cheeks of his ass tightened into a knot of taut muscle as he hammered his rigid cock into her young face.

She was loving it. Her hands trailed up and held his ass cheeks firmly while she laved his cockhead to finish him.

He cleared his mind and relaxed all his muscles in order to prolong the pleasure. She stayed with it for a few more seconds and then sensed his actions. She pulled her face from his pulsing meat and took a deep breath.

“What’s the matter, baby?” she said. “Don’t you want to come?”

“Sure I want to come,” he growled, coming slowly out of the world of ecstasy and returning to reality. “But I want to fuck you.”

“I can make you come with my mouth. I’ll swallow it all!”

“Don’t hurt me!”

He moved up across her body until his hard meat was pressed against her cunt.

“You’re nice and wet,” he groaned.

“Are you gonna put it inside me?”

“Yes, honey… I’m gonna fuck you,” he said.

“Ummmmm… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me with your big cock, daddy,” she cooed.

He put her legs over his shoulders and bent her double. He moved the head of his massive cock to her parted cuntal lips and gently nudged until it popped inside her.

“I can feel you already,” she said, smiling up at him. “You’re so big… this is going to be beautiful!”

“I know,” he replied, and eased his weight forward. His cock sank easily, in one smooth motion, clear to the hilt in her pussy.

When his pelvic bone hit hers she erupted into a seething mass of sexual frenzy. Her hips strained against his as her legs flew apart and then back together around his body. In seconds she reached another climax. The juice from her little pussy welled in streams down her buttocks and into the crack between them.

It was good, and it was tight. But it wasn’t the ultimate for Milt it wasn’t the total warmth of the kind of sheath he liked.

It wasn’t her asshole.

Milt pulled his prick from her cunt and, before she knew what he was doing, flipped her over onto her elbows and knees. Her little ass gleamed delightfully in the light from the room’s single lamp.

“What you doin’, daddy?” she cried, sudden fear filling her eyes as she looked back at him over her shoulder.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he growled.

She smiled. “You like it doggie-fashion, daddy?”

“Yeah,” he leered, fingering the taut cheeks of her ass. “I like it doggie-fashion up your little shit-chute.”

“What?”

“I said, I’m gonna poke my cock up your asshole, little honey.”

“Oh, no, please!” she cried. “It’s too big… too fat for there!”

“Yeah, isn’t it?” Milt said, as he grabbed her tiny hips and pulled her ass back toward his flopping prick.

“Nooooo!”

“I wonder if I move hard and fast enough, maybe I could get it into your guts and bloody your squirmy little asshole. Get ready, honey.”

She jerked around on the bed, her eyes wide and angry. Her hands were raised in front of her tits. They were curled into claws.

He clamped her hands to her small, big-nippled tits. She cursed him and tried to twist free. Her face contorted into a hating snarl and her knee came rushing up.

Milt rolled out of the way and himself being attacked by a ninety-pound female tiger.

Her strength was astounding and her will to resist was a flaming need within her, but in about a minute she was on the floor, half on the rug, her taut ass contorted tightly beneath her in apprehension. Her breath came unevenly and there was both hate and humiliation in her staring eyes.

She lurched and twisted and jerked her arms and legs and snapped at him and humped up and down. He held her, easily, because he knew what she was doing. He let her exhaust herself, while he watched with bright, excited eyes. Kneeling there naked over her, he watched her growing weariness, the disintegration of her resistance and the slow collapse of her will. She panted, trying to catch her breath. Neither of them spoke. There wasn’t a word as their argument was waged and won.

Milt found a joy, a perverse satisfaction in subjecting her to the humiliation of defeat until she was limp and sweating, staring and pleading helplessly for mercy. She panted and gasped with each breath. Now she was weak, conquered. Her whole body was a combination of fear and nervous, negative anticipation. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes. His hard chest was crushing down on the small firm lumps of her bare, heaving tits. Her gasping breaths emerged through trembling lips. Her face was red and tear-stained and she was cringing away from him in an agony. And there was no one to whom she could appeal for help.

Milt’s hand swung down to reach for her tightly clenched thighs. He yanked, forcing her belly ajar in spite of her strength and her sounds of dismay and humiliation.

Holding her legs well apart with his own, he rushed his hand back up to her tit. His fingers grabbed a handful of one red-tipped mound, blasting her quaking body and staggering mind with a flash of pain and humiliation. His big hand twisted until she emitted the scream he wanted, to drag from her.

“Now be still, bitch, or I’ll tear it off!”

Her angry, fearful eyes stared at him. Her hands twitched and her fingers curled, but she didn’t move them. His eyes and tone had convinced her that if a tit could be ripped off, he’d do it.

“Oh God damn!” she gasped in sudden anger as it really came home to her. Now she knew what would happen. Now, in humiliated defeat and under a threat that left her helpless, she must submit to having her tiny ass fucked.

She watched him move back a little, clutching her tit. She watched his eyes center on the gaping slash between her buttocks, opened by his hand and held there by his hairy legs. His knees were well apart to hold her open, and for balance.

The smooth pink flesh of her cunt afforded a marvelous vision to the possessed man. And just below, a clearly defined target of soft, coral colored dampness framed by white skin and tendrils of sandy hair.

He wiggled, still clinging to her aching tit. His anxious prick poised just at the opening of that pulsing hole. He wondered what had ever pierced it, what she had ever felt up her… if anything or anyone. The moist warm hole trembled in fearful anticipation as he reached down with one hand.

He used his fingers to guide his cock straight into her clenching asshole.

He had only paused a second to part the cheeks, dampened with sweat and the helpless, excited secretions seeping from the gaping cavern of her cunt.

“No… please! For God’s sake, don’t do it… please! I hate it!” she screamed, as the knob of his big cock popped through the clenched opening of her anus.

He lunged and she spat into his face.

“Oh, shit,” he hissed, “this is gonna be so fucking good! Take it… take it all, you little bitch!”

Then he gasped as his cock started sliding in easily. The smooth tunnel of slippery heat flowered open for his entry, accepting his length and breadth with little resistance. It seemed to welcome him, clamping him tightly all around the cock shaft. It seemed to suck at him, as if delighting in holding his prick a helpless prisoner. His hands leaped to her slim hips to grasp and pull as he slid on into her. Freed of his grip, her breast trembled.

Then both her tight small tits were crushed by his weight, forcing them to bulge out of either side like crushed little white balloons. Tight ridges of straining taut flesh with spearing hard tips so firm and long he could feel them against his chest.

He rammed hard. He thrust his hot pole forcefully into her ass, all the way into her bowels, spearing into its depths effortlessly and rushing all the way into the heated inner reaches of her grasping belly.

Her mouth dribbled muffled little sobs of protest that immediately became total subjection. Her lovely body twisted against his. She breathed heavily, gasping. Her writhing and twisting was now automatic, no longer a frantic effort to escape. She was sobbing in pain, even though she had not been a virgin there.

Milt fucked her ass like a madman. He pumped his hips to give her every inner surface a jolting swipe with his rocky hardness. He drilled his big cock in and out of her precious asshole smacking her lightly-furred twat mound with his hard pelvic bane. He cannoned his prick again and again into the burning hollow of her butt. Slit sucked in her rippling belly, biting her lower lip as he skewered her.

The young girl stared up at him with gazed eyes. Her calves tensed automatically to push herself up with savage strength, trying to push him. In Milt’s book, that was called cooperation from a good partner. Hot warmth took him, and he smiled at her.

It didn’t take long. He was too aroused, and she was magnificently tight inside. Her agitated asshole wasn’t designed to prolong his erection, no matter what she wanted, but to squeeze him tight and milk him dry. It did, and her feverish inner walls contracted and opened and contracted again as he spurted far up the throbbing passage. He groaned and ground himself onto her helpless, supine body.

At last it was over. He was empty, and his deflated prick withdrew slowly from her sodden, ravaged bunghole.

She was limp as he rose to his knees, and she allowed herself to be turned over like a doll onto her stomach, wincing as he sank down onto her tits.

At that moment the telephone on the night stand jangled.

“Hello. Oh, hi there, Ken. You can both make it up for the weekend? Good, that’s good.”

He replaced the receiver and thought of Ken and Lisa. Jesus, would Nancy ever have fun with Lisa.

Then his attention returned to the girl on the floor. He sat down in front of her face and pulled her head into his lap.

“You sadistic bastard,” she whimpered.

“Yes, that’s right,” he said, nodding. “Now suck my cock hard again. This time I’ll give you what you want. I’ll pour a load in your mouth.”