Julia Grass - Tender desire

Even the sign outside of town was small. STANTON Pop 19,865. Just about as small as the town and the minds of the townsfolk, I figured, as I drove down its tree-lined streets. Already I was sorry I'd taken this assignment. Mini-town. Mini-minds. Shit, I'll probably get bored to death. And the assignment I'd been given looked like a deadend for sure. Who'd believe that this pretty little Squaresville, U.S.A. harbored the largest organized society of child molesters, Lolita swappers and infantilism freaks in the country. Orgies, swinging, swapping, young kids, depravity? Out here in God's Country?

Never.

I was on the main drag now and hunting for a parking space. My journalistic inquiries might just as well begin here as anywhere. So my eyes scoured the sidewalks for an available meter.

Then I noticed her.

She was just a kid, fifteen, maybe sixteen, leaning against the window of the neighborhood ice cream parlor. Just a pretty young kid, like so many pretty young kids.

Or was she?

The Stanton High T-shirt she wore was so tight I could see every detail of her braless breasts. And the look in her piercing dark eyes, now focused on me, seemed to belong to someone far older, far worldlier.

I parked in front of the soda shop. "Hi," I called to the girl as I locked my car door.

"You must be a stranger to these parts, mister. We don't lock our doors here," she replied in a deep and mature-sounding voice. The slight Southern drawl was such a turn-on, it surprised even me.

Guys who rob cradles are sickies, I reminded myself. I'm here to expose them, not to become one of them!

"Yeah, you're right, I am a stranger, but I hope not for long."

I looked at her rather meaningfully, stopping to remind myself that she was, still, a child. But if I wanted to penetrate the sexual underground in this town, I was going to have to make some compromises.

"My name's Edie," she said, extending her hand and drawing me into the store, "let's have some coffee and shakes."

Edie proved to be a fortuitous stroke. She was a fountain of information and promised to be an enthusiastic ally. She was anxious not only to hear all about my assignment, but to be of any help she possibly could to the whole project.

"Listen, Edie," I said, "I want to be present at the swaps and the orgies, I want to talk to the adults as well as the kids. I'm gonna need some help, someone on the inside who knows the scene. I'll pay you a regular salary for doing some spying and legwork for me."

"It'll be my pleasure. Gee whillickers, me going up there to that old house? I'll probably get so excited I'll come a bucket before I hit the door!"

"Do you come that easily?" I asked.

"Are we getting personal so fast?" she responded, extending a meaningful glance at the thickening cock in my trousers.

No doubt about it, this little gal was old beyond her years. I was so hot I could feel old Angus throbbing. I began to fantasize my hands on Edie's body; I could imagine how soft and silky her skin must be. How high and hard her boobs and ass. I admired those slim shoulders and the tapered waist. All I could fixate on was her sucking away at my crotch, her lips soft as cotton, never tiring. I was getting myself crazy with these perverse thoughts.

"Listen, Edie, I'm not getting so personal, I just think we can be really good friends, that's all. The more we know about each other and the freer we feel with each other, the better we can work together."

She pursed her lips as she listened to me, her dark eyes probing my face. The curls of her black hair seemed to dance along her forehead and cheeks. I could practically feel that hot throat engulfing my hard cock, I could visualize my hands running wild through her hair, my hands tugging her head into my belly as she sucked and licked, my come shooting into her gorgeous face.

I knew she was reading my mind. "Yeah, Tony, sure. Let's get to be real good friends, huh?"

Her knee rubbed against mine as she said this and I relaxed a little. My body immediately knew that within a very short time, we'd be living out every fantasy I'd had about her since I first laid eyes on her in front of the store. Oh I was so ready. Oh God, I was ready!

I reached for her knee under the table only to find her hand drawing mine up her leg. I had to lean forward a little, but it was worth the effort. My hand found cunt and what a cunt! She had actually unzipped her jeans, right there in the damned drugstore!

My fingers met a silk soft soppy wet hole. It was pulsating wildly so, naturally, I began to stroke that deliciously tantalizing slit with my thumb. Back and forth, slowly, tenderly. Within a minute, it grew even wetter to my touch and I knew the moment had come. I jammed into it hard and pressed down, bringing my thumb to her button and banging furiously on the head of that little clitstick. And I got what I wanted hot, juicy girl come all over my hand!

Leaning back, I smiled into Edie's face as I brought my fingers up to my mouth and sucked the runny syrup of her loins. It was a rare, too-sweet candy to me. Her eyes bulged as she watched me slurping her nectars with such obvious pleasure.

"God, how I wish you were eating it off my pussy instead of your hand," she ejaculated, staring at me with fanatic intensity.

"I will be, baby, I will be!" I shot back. "Let's get the hell out of here. I want it as bad as you do. Angus-baby is about to have a shitfit seeing's how he's not getting any for himself."

"So! Tony has his Angus-baby, huh," Edie chuckled. "Wait till ole Angus gets a taste of what Edie's got to offer. Let's go!"

Driving to the motel was a maddening experience. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and still bright. Edie kept trying to go down on me in the car, but I had to push her away. I was super-uptight. It was just too dangerous getting blown by some San Quentin quail type in broad daylight on a Middle American Main Street.

Jesus, I fought that need hard! Control. Discipline. Maturity. Angus fought me every step of the way, offering an orgy of sensations and throbbing out for attention. I drove with my foot to the floor, passing red lights all the way. The whole drive took five minutes, but it seemed like years.

I'd already made a reservation and being only the third guest in the damn place, the only motel in town, it didn't take them long to get me my key.

Edie was waiting outside with my small valise and she followed me to my room. We'd hardly closed the door when she shoved the piece of luggage between my legs and started rubbing it back and forth against my balls as I stood there.

The hard handle was pushing into my body. I let myself fall backwards on the bed and Edie followed, placing the luggage back where it was. This time she pushed it between my legs hard and fast, the leather rubbing the inside of my thighs, the handle hitting against my cock.

She used that valise like I never would believe it could be used. She massaged my body with it, rubbing it all over me. Rolling it around and around my stomach, pushing it into my chest and pounding it between my body and my arms, between my legs, against my neck, she pushed and pulled it against my body.

All the while I tried grabbing at her, getting some tit in my mouth or hand, getting some of her clothes off. But she was fast and agile, avoiding my every touch. She moved around the bed stimulating me with the valise. The leather smacked at my face, my legs, my feet. All over me. I was going wild.

As fast and furious as she'd begun pounding at my body with that little tool of pleasure, she threw it aside. Pulling my belt from my pants, unzipping my fly and stripping me from the waist down seemed to be done in one motion. This was the wildest, sexiest 16-year-old I'd ever seen in my life.