"Christ," Mitch moaned. "She can't be more'n sixteen can she… must be tight as a pipe."

"Fourteen," Lowell corrected and Mitch began stroking himself at the thought of what he was going to do to the child forty years his junior!

"Look at her tits… shit, why doesn't Dave start sucking!"

The men stopped talking and stared in silence as Dave's huge hand cupped the full rounded ripeness of Marilee's right breast, squeezing it until the girl's mouth opened with an evident, obvious gasp. Someone had found the other button now and suddenly the voyeurs had sound too!

The child's moans of pleasure/pain came to them clearly as Dave, still not satisfied, commenced to pinch the small rubbery nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it tightly between them. Suddenly, he thrust his head forward and his tongue shot out, swirling around the taut little bud, licking it lasciviously before his mouth closed over it. He sucked on the quivering bud as if it were some sweet little bon bon of which he could never get his fill, while his hand reached out to the nipple of her other breast, to tweak and twist it, too, into a throbbing erection.

Abruptly, he lifted his head, tossed it backwards, and then with an equally brusque movement, threw it forward again, to fasten his mouth harshly on her warm, moist lips. His flicking tongue pressed cruelly against them, forcing them open, slipping between her clenched teeth, to seek shelter in the deep cavern of her mouth, slithering in almost to her throat. Marilee, gasping for breath now, began to struggle against the older man, fighting for some fresh air.

She broke free at last, gulping for oxygen, her voluptuous young body trembling visibly. Hudson ran his hands down the sides of her naked body, then up again, rounding them over the luscious flare of her hips for a moment, and on to her slim waist. She stood still, trembling again, her eyes wide and round, like those of a young fawn, not quite sure, not quite confident, unable to decide whether this was a friend or a hunter.