The Mask, Page 2

By Leslie Schmidt

To say I was jumpy for the next few days, and distracted, is an understatement. This even caused me to make a couple of mistakes at work, much to the disgruntlement of a couple of coworkers who could have been hurt. I did, however, have to do some thinking.

First, all this happened over 30 years ago-1966. Back in that day, even in as cosmopolitan a city as New Orleans, people didn't take much notice of what happened to poor black girls. The chances of my being prosecuted for "indecent liberties with a minor" were zilch, if that minor happened to be a 'negro' as we called them back then. Leslie was a different story and I really didn't relish the idea of spending the next few years as a guest of the State of Louisiana.

So, as I saw it, the worst that could happen is that I'd be asked to find another place of residence. Then, on top of that, consider who had given me the fucking masks? Certainly a witch like Emma knew exactly what was going on.

On Monday morning I woke up to the sound of the vacuum cleaner in the hallway. As I looked down at the street, there was Leslie and Suzy, standing on the sidewalk talking. Leslie had her lunch box and a couple of books, Suzy was empty handed. Leslie started down the street in the direction of the public school, Suzy watched her go for a minute, then climbed the steps and came into the building. I sat down to read the newspaper.

It was maybe an hour later when there was a knock on the door. Emma stood there with Suzy in front of her.

"Mista Royal. I gotta go check on my brother, he got hurt at work las week, and Suzy here don't want ta go. Could you keep a eye on her?...If ya ain't doing nothing."

"Sure," my heart hit about 500 beats per minute, "how long will you be."

"Well sa, it's a long bus ride if I don't catch ta express, an I think I's already missed it. I may be till afta lunch."

"No problem, I've got food for her, she won't eat much."

With the usual instructions to behave, Emma left down the street and I considered what to do.

"Kin I turn on the TV?"

"Sure."

She sat down in front of the set but couldn't find much to watch. The soaps had already started. I went back to my paper but couldn't read.

It wasn't long before she found the masks and slipped the white one on. She picked up a magazine and started thumbing through in, not really seeming to pay much attention to anything. My dick was already getting hard in my trousers.

Without saying a word she got up and went down the hall into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. A few seconds later the toilet flushed, then I heard the door open. From where I was sitting, the hallway was behind me, I pretended to be reading. I looked over as she came into the room and caught my breath.

With the exception of the mask, Suzy was a naked as the day she was born, carrying her yellow dress in one hand, her blue panties in the other. All she did was sit down on the floor and watch the TV. At this point, I was beside myself with lust, my heart was pounding and I could feel that I was flush. I went across the room to where the green mask lay next to the pink one. I put it on.

What happened was, well, weird. The room seemed to fade some, sort of like seeing it through a mist, everything but Suzy. She immediately looked at me and smiled, but she didn't seem to be wearing the mask, at least, I didn't notice it. She turned around to face me, her hands behind her, holding her up, her knees bent and her legs comfortably apart, giving my an awesome display of her brown preteen snatch.

I don't remember taking my clothes off but I had just stepped out of my pants and was standing over her, looking down at her past my hard-on. Then I knelt down and, without even kissing her or saying a word, leaned down and started licking her smooth cunt. Suzy lay down, her hands on either side of my head, and pushed her clean snatch up against my mouth as I explored her with my tongue. Her legs spread wide, I sucked on her little brown clit ridge, then pushed between the small lips. I reached up and spread them with my thumbs, her cunt was dark pink inside her brown lips, a half moon cherry (maybe a burgundy grape) closed it off some.

I went back to licking her snatch and was soon rewarded by her arching her back, pulling my hair with her clenched fists as she rolled, cumming hard and breaking out in a sweat.

Now she sat up and pushed me away, I was kneeling in front of her, between her spread legs, my cock sticking up. She just bent over forward and took me in her mouth. With a groan I straightened up and watched as she moved her head back and forth, taking me into the back of her throat, then pulling back and licking my bulb. This lasted for about three minutes, once she lifted my cock and licked my balls.

Then she pushed me and I fell back onto my butt, then lay back as the little nine year old crawled foreword on top of me. She got up on her feet, squatting, and, taking my cock with both hands, lowered herself. Her pussy opened and she placed my head just behind her clit against the pulled- apart inner lips. Then she bore down.

I was expecting her to stop, a sharp intake of breath with pain as she did this but, instead, half my dick disappeared inside the little girl. God, she was tight, but there was no blood, no busted cherry, no pain. She started bouncing up and down on me and grunting with each drop. I had an amazing view of my cock fucking the child but soon the feeling of her smooth and incredibly tight little girl fuck hole was causing me to lose concentration. She fell forward, still rocking as I uncontrollably humped to meet her. She groaned and I blew my load deep inside the little one, pumping her full of my sperm. We lay on the floor, her on top of me, for a few moments and calmed down. My cock slipped out of her cunt.

Then she rolled off of me, sitting on the floor and pulled her mask off. She looked at me with a somewhat confused but vacant expression. Then she saw her clothes and reached for them. She seemed unaware of me.

I got up and went for my clothes, in a pile next to the sofa. She pulled her dress on over her head, then, still sitting, pulled her panties on, lifting her butt. She stopped and ran her hand down between her legs, then inspected her fingers, wetted with my goo. She absently smeared them down her front, then went back to watching TV. I buckled my belt and pull my shirt back on, then sat down. A little while later she asked me for a snack.

Now, I had some thinking to do. I don't know what the magic was that was happening but it was obviously magic. The fact that Suzy had taken half my cock with no pain, no blood from a ruptured cherry-she had fucked me like it was an every day thing for her, that was weird. I needed to see whether her cherry was intact. Actually, I was beginning to wonder whether any of it had happened, maybe it was all in my head. So, how was I going to figure out whether she was still a virgin? Obviously I had to get her to put the mask back on. Then I remembered her smearing my jez down her front. After she had finished the peanut butter sandwich I made her I called her over to stand in front of me and primped her hair, and the like, retying a bow that had been pulled out of place. A close look at the light cotton showed a bit of stiffness, a slightly crusty dark area down the side of her dress.

On Wednesday evening I discovered that Emma was watching to two girls while Mary went to a bridge game. Here was my chance for more fun and I lured the two little ones into my place with the promise of pizza and TV. Emma seemed content to sit in Mary's apartment and listen to a gospel radio show. I had already decided that I wouldn't use my mask, I'd just try to get a good look at Suzy.

It wasn't long before I had another preteen lesbian show going, the two girls were naked in my kitchen, Leslie sitting on the table with Suzy on her knees, madly licking the white girl's cunt. I noticed that Leslie was a lot more vocal than Suzy and, in her way, a lot more aggressive. She had climbed up on the table right after dropping her shorts on the floor and had spread her legs wide, then reached down and spread her pussy lips, displaying her inner charms for her lover. Now, while she was being licked and sucked, she was directing her friend, holding her head and moving it up and down as different parts of her needed stimulation.

Suzy pushed two fingers inside her friend, almost all the way in, as Leslie lay back on the table, Suzy vigorously fucking her and also, occasionally, leaning down to lick her slit. She came in waves, arching her back and shivering as she had a series of orgasms that lasted for at least two minutes.

Now it was Suzy's turn on the table, she lay back on her elbows as Leslie knelt between her dangling legs. I got up and stood right behind Leslie, my cock in my hand, and, almost as if she had been asked, Suzy lay back, lifted her legs up and reached around under her ass cheeks. She spread her pussy wide open for her friend and, just before Leslie's tongue slid into the gash, I caught a glimpse of her pinkish-purple cherry-still very much intact.

I went back to the couch and jerked off as Leslie brought Suzy to a crashing orgasm, her legs in the air over Leslie's shoulders. Then the two grade schoolers straightened up and embraced, exploring each other's mouths with tongues. But, soon things calmed down and the two ended up sitting on the floor in front of the TV. First Suzy removed her mask, then put on her clothes, oblivious to her friend, wearing nothing but a mask next to her, then Leslie went into the bathroom and when she came out she wasn't wearing her mask. She just walked to the kitchen where her clothes were in a pile on the floor and dressed, then took another piece of pizza and sat down on the floor in front of the TV.

Whatever was going on was very strong magic. Somehow things were happening when the girls had the masks on that didn't really happen in real life. Obviously, things happened to me that really didn't happen. Also, I was obsessed, out of control. For the next three days all I could think of was Leslie. Again my work suffered and I got chewed out by the foreman for not thinking. Oh boy, but was I thinking!

I didn't have long to think, however, because at about 8:30 on Thursday night there was a soft tapping on my door.

"Mr. Royal, can you help me with my homework?" Leslie stood there with a binder and a thick text book. "Mommy said she didn't know and said you might be able to help."

I let the little one in, "What is it, hon?" I remembered that she was in the fourth grade.

"Fractions! I HATE them!" she said.

I tried to remember that stuff, it'd been a while. "Well, let me take a look."

I sat down on the sofa and she knelt on the floor between me and the coffee table, pulling out her book and a worksheet of problems. We sat and worked for a while and I soon remembered it all. I also realized that she didn't have the idea of 'least common denominator' down and was trying to add and subtract fractions the way you multiply them. She was amazed when I showed her the trick of flipping the second fraction in a division problem, then multiplying. We had been at it for about 15 minutes when Mary knocked.

"Have you got Leslie?" she called through the door.

"It's open."

"Is she being a pain?"

"Oh, not at all. I'm showing her how to do fractions."

"Well, I'm glad someone around here remembers that stuff, I sure don't."

Mary left, going back to her radio show and Leslie and I finished up the 25 problems. I showed her how to check her work so she knew she had a 100.

"Now I have reading," she said. "My reader's at home."

"Go get it and I'll read to you."

She scampered out of the apartment and in less than a minute was back. Soon we were settled on the couch, she cuddled up to my side, and I read to her about a little boy and a little girl living in India. Soon she was bored and started looking around the room, not following in the book like I had told her. She was in the crook of my arm, I had my hand comfortably on her thigh, feeling it through the thin fabric of a set of white and pink jammies.

Suddenly she rose up and reached across me, digging an elbow into my hip, and retrieved her mask off the end table. My heart started to pound. She pulled the mask on and then looked up at me and smiled.

"Aren't you going to put yours on?"

Again she reached across me and grabbed the green mask. The book had fallen to the side and she climbed onto me, straddling my hips, facing me. She lifted the mask and put it on me. Again the room faded, all but Leslie and, again, I didn't notice a mask.

She smiled at me, her face even with mine, then reached each of her arms down and across her front and pulled her pajama top up and over her head. My heart was in my throat and my cock was about to tear out of my jeans.

"So, what ya go'na do?" she asked in a smart-ass voice.

I brought my hands up along her sides, then back and up through her hair. I pulled her toward me and I was rewarded by her tongue caressing mine. I brought my hands forward and, with my thumbs, massaged her little breast buds and I felt her writhe a little. She started pulling at my shirt and I let her pull it off me.

It wasn't until later that I realized that neither of the girls had ever talked before, but now this incredibly horny fourth grader was perfectly willing to tell me exactly what she wanted.

After she broke the kiss she lifted off of me and started pulling at my belt. "I want to see your thing," she said. I helped her and, as my pants went over my knees and around my ankles she grabbed my cock with both hands. She stroked it up and down, rather roughly, a couple of times. "Does that feel good?" She looked at me, then down at my cock. Then she leaned down and started sucking on my bulb. I leaned back, straightening my legs as much as I could. "Does that feel good?" she asked.

I ran my one of my hands along the side of her face and through her hair, with the other I gripped the arm of the sofa, trying to maintain control. She licked the bottom of my cock, then sucked on one of my balls before moving up to the head again. There were little burping noises as she suck.

I was really building and she pulled away, looked up and laughed, sort of too herself. "You've got to do the same thing to me now." She stood up and pulled he bottoms off, her smooth cunt at the same level of my face. Reaching down she spread the lips, uncovering her clit ridge. "Can't you wait to taste that?"

I stood up and she reached out and, again, grabbed my enraged cock, pulling it as she went around me and sat down. She sat on the edge and, again, sucking on me for just a few moments, then she lay back, spreading he legs. "My turn."

I worked my shoes off and stepped out of my crumpled pants, kicking them back and, in the process, moving the coffee table away from the couch. Then I knelt down and, as I leaned over her to kiss her, my cock pushed against her mons. She lifted it up and off of her, "In a few minutes, DEAR!"

All I could do is laugh a little before our tongues were, again, jousting. I moved down and started sucking on her right nipple while, with one hand, I gently pinched and twisted its mate and, with the other hand, I fingered her smooth pussy, working the lips apart and pushing into the moist warmth between. Her hand was on the back of my neck and she writhed a little, breathing hard. I explored her preteen sex with my fingers, first moving around her bud, then down to the opening, working my finger from side to side, then pushing in. She caught her breath as my finger went in up to the second knuckle. I fucked her in and out while rubbing her clit with my thumb and switching to her other nipple.

She put her hand on the top of my head and gently pushed, letting me know exactly what she wanted. I left a trail of spit down her chest and belly as I moved down to her hairless slash and started licking. She drew in a ragged breath and lifted one of her legs off the floor as she also slid lower on the couch.

I must have licked and sucked her for 10 minutes. At one point I had pushed both her legs up, her feet in the air over my head, her hips spread as far as they would go, her nine year old pussy as wide open as it had ever been. I also inspected it and, no question, her cherry, almost closing her entire canal except for a small hole in the middle, was fully intact, even after my vigorous finger fucking.

She had just finished cumming for the umpteeth time when she threw her arms over her head, "Put it in me, NOW!"

I straightened up and admired the chubby pink little girl laying out there for me, ready to be fucked, panting, sweating, desperate, her cooch glistening with my saliva and her own juices. I straightened up and, sliding the end of my cock up and down her lips, worked them apart. She still had her arms over her head, she laughed a little. "Come on, push it in," she said.

"You really want to get fucked, don't you Leslie." I pulled away, teasing her.

"You want to fuck me too, just like you did Suzy."

That was a little surprising, from the way Suzy had been, I sort of assumed she didn't even know she had been fucked. All I could do is push forward.

It was awesome watching my cock part her lips, watching first just the beginning of the head, then the whole bulb, then some of the shaft disappear into her incredibly tight and warm cunt. She took almost half of me before I reached the top. Again, there was no gasp of pain, no tears, no blood.

I pulled back, then pushed back in and she arched her back. "Oooooo.....yeah," she moaned, again lifting her feet off the floor, pulling her knees up to spread her snatch wider. I started a regular humping, moving slowly in and out of her and she started to move with me. We built quickly, she had already cum a half dozen times and I was really near the edge when we started.

I really jammed into her and she yelped when I exploded my cum against her preteen womb. I pounded in and out of her, pumping what seemed like a gallon of sperm into her, a froth of my white goo appearing around the opening of her cunt. I leaned forward against her, wrapping my arms around her little shoulders, feeling her arms around me, her legs clasped around my ass as we both panted.

There was a clunk like a door closing.

"Fuck!, What was that!" I straightened up.

"Probably the wind," she said, still panting.

I lifted up and pulled my cock out of her. Her pussy was oozing with my slime. She reached down with both hands and rubbed it around, moving her soft vulva, massaging it and pushing some back inside her.

I stood up, taking in the scene as some last cum dripped out of my dick and onto the floor.

The little girl sat up, now changed, and looked around. She took off the mask and looked confused and dazed. Then she leaned forward and picked up her pajama bottoms and panties and started pulling them on. I took the hint and started dressing also, not saying a word. I dropped the mask back on the end table, Leslie had already gotten dressed again and picked up her reader, concentrating on it. I sat down next to her.

We were silent as she worked through it, turning a couple of pages, I read over her shoulder, not really believing what had just happened. She asked me to read a couple of hard words for her. When she finished she said she had to go home, collected her books and went out the door, leaving me to wonder.

The next day when I got home from work the place had been cleaned-and the masks were gone. I sat in silence, waiting for the knock on the door that I knew was coming. It was almost dark when it came. I knew my life was at an end.

"It's open," I called.

I was surprised that Mary and Emma didn't have a cop with them when they came in and silently sat down.

"So, Billy boy, you liked the masks?" Emma said.

"Ahhh, yeah...where are they."

"We took them," Mary said. "They're not needed any more."

"Huh."

"Let me explain," Emma said. "Mary and me here are witches. Witches of a sort that needs to be born, and we can only have little girls."

"The problem is," Mary said, "we can't have babies in the usual way." She paused. "We can only have sex when we're little, and then only once. We chose you to give your seed to Leslie and Suzy. They'll hold it for years, until they're ready, and then they'll have your babies."

It was dawning on me that I had been 'used' (although I certainly didn't resent it!). "I see," I said.

"Wez movin away now, Billy boy. If you see Suzy or Leslie before we go, give them a hug. They're going to miss you."

"Ok," I said.

"I've got a buyer for the building," Mary followed. "He'll be taking over next week. We're moving to San Francisco." The two women got up, "Before we go, we have a little gift for you."

Emma opened her large purse and pulled out my green mask and put it on the table, then she put a small blue one next to it. "This will work on any little one you want. She'll not remember anything and she won't be hurt in any way. Just thought you'd like it as a gift to remember us by." Laughing to themselves the two women walked out of the apartment.

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