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I woke up the next morning all chipper, thinking I had gotten away with going to see Mr. Jesse.� Of course not totally, because Daddy had spanked me.� That gave me something to think about, but not what Mama had in mind.� But once the spanking was over, that was that.� Or so I thought up to the moment when Mama gave me the bad news at breakfast.� I was grounded.�

"But Daddy punished me last night and I'm supposed to sleepover at Janie's tonight!" I protested.

"You should have thought about that yesterday before you lied to me," Mama replied evenly.

"That's not fair!" I told her perhaps a little too forcefully.

"I'll be the judge of what's fair and watch your tone, young lady!" she shot back.

I tried my fall back trick.

"Oh, don't start with the phony tears, Bunny," Mama scolded. "That might work with your father, but it won't work with me."�

Darn! I shot a glare at Mama.

"And don't give me that look," she said getting up from the table.

I hated having to give Janie the bad news at school.� She of course wanted to know why I was grounded, so I told her. That was a mistake for she began wheedling me about who I went to see.� I couldn't very well tell her that I gone to Mr. Jesse's and acted shamelessly with him, now could I?� Janie ended up getting angry with me about keeping secrets from her.�

"You went to see Jake Botham again," she accused.

"No!� I didn't!"

"Then who did you go see?"

"I can't tell you, Janie."

"It was Jake Botham!� Ewwww, he's so gross!"

"No, it wasn't Jake Botham! I've never gone to see Jake Botham!"

"Was too!" she countered.� "I bet you have cooties now!"

"No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do!� Cootie girl! Cootie girl!" she taunted.

Next thing I know and I'm in trouble with Mrs. Jones for talking in class.

"It wasn't me!" I defended.� "It was her," I said pointing the finger at my best friend.� All that did was get Janie in trouble too.� I really didn't mean to get her in trouble, but I did.� Janie didn't take it very well either and launched a book across the aisle at me.�

That did it; we were both sent to the principal's office, where our parents were called.� I was in real trouble now. Not only had I lost my best friend, but I had no illusions as to what awaited me once my father got home and Mama told him.

After the phone calls to our mothers, Mrs. Jones made us change desks.� No longer could I sit next to Janie. But that wasn't the worst of it. By the time the last bell had rung, everyone in school it seemed had heard that I was sneaking around and seeing Jake Botham!� Even Wendy and Gina believed Janie's lies about me.

When I got home, Mama was actually quite calm about it all.� I helped her with supper, then I was sent to my room to await Daddy getting home.� But it's funny, rather than dreading what Daddy was sure to do to me, I was actually looking forward to it.� Not the spanking, per se, that hurt, but what he would do once he had finished spanking me. It was enough to make my pussy tingle thinking of him looking at my bare ass and rubbing it with lotion.

Sure enough, after supper I was told to get ready for bed.� Daddy came upstairs. Coming into my room, he closed the door behind him, but then he just stood there frowning, not saying a thing.

I reached under my nightgown and pulled off my panties. His frown transformed into a thin smile that he tried to suppress.� Then he strode to the bed and sat on the edge.� I hiked my nightgown and lay across his lap, a moment later his hand was on my naked ass sliding around and I could feel his erection growing under me.�

"You know I hate having to do this, don't you?" he said.

"Yes, sir," I replied even though I knew he was just being a big fibber.

"I just came up here to talk to you about what happened today.� I didn't come up her to spank you, but if that's what you want..."

I expected a blow to my bare ass at any moment, but he just kept rubbing it.

"And I didn't tell you to take off your panties..."

"But you always expect me to take off my panties for a spanking."

"But I didn't come here to spank you.� Just to talk.�

"Now, tell me exactly what happened today."

So I told him, well not everything,� and the entire time I was telling him, he was rubbing my bare butt.� When I was finished he told me to tell him again, so I did and he continued rubbing my ass.

He took his hand away and told me to stand up.� "Come Monday, you apologize to Janie," he said as he rose from my bed. "She's your best friend and best friends shouldn't let anything come between them." He kissed me on the forehead and then he left.

To complete the ritual punishment, I came downstairs and apologized to Mama for upsetting her.� Daddy pointed upstairs and I knew I was dismissed for the evening.

Upstairs in my bed, I thought about what had just happened.� Daddy had molested me.� Not like Uncle Joe or Mr. Jesse molested me, but he had taken advantage of the situation and felt me up, not that I minded.� The question was, how could I get him to do that again?� When I realized what I was plotting, I castigated myself for being a bad girl, a very bad girl.� But I also realized that it was fun being a bad girl and put away any feelings of guilt that I had. Maybe it was sometimes worth getting a spanking.

Saturday was predictably boring, seeing that I was stuck in the house all day.� Trying to score some points, I helped Mama clean the house.� Daddy made himself scarce by going fishing with Uncle Joe.� I started a book I had checked out of the library some weeks ago, but couldn't get into it, distracted as I was with my naughty thoughts.

I did, however, have the opportunity to talk to Mama about a few things that had been on my mind.� Things like what should I expect when I started my period.� Mama was taken aback that I would ask her something like that, but I explained that we had talked about it in Sex Ed at school. Mama was aghast that they talked to us about that in a class with boys, but I explained that it was only girls, and that the boys had their own separate class. She was okay with it then and went on to explain to me in greater detail what we had discussed in class.

Having reestablished a rapport with Mama, I asked her how she knew Mr. Jesse, only I didn't call him that, I called him Mr. Burrows.� I said that they seemed to be friends, especially with him bringing her vegetables from his garden.�

"You know I volunteer at the library," she began.� Of course I knew that.� Our town could only support one paid librarian, so it relied upon volunteers from the community to keep it functioning properly.� "Well, Mr. Burrows is a volunteer too, and sometimes we are there at the same time.� I try to avoid him, but he is always bringing things from his garden to the other volunteers, so I can't completely avoid him."

"Why do you want to avoid him?"

"He has a reputation around town as a dirty old man."

"A dirty old man? He seems to me to be very nice," I replied with a straight face.

"Oh, he is very nice, but he's also a dirty old man."

"What do you mean by that, Mama?"

"Well, let's just say he has a reputation."

"A reputation for what?"

"He and his wife, when she was alive, well, they went about naked all the time."

"Naked outside and 'round town?"

"No, just when they were home. That and he's always looking down my blouse," she added.

"I've never seen him naked," I told her trusting that she wouldn't detect the lie in my voice.�

"I should hope not!"

"He doesn't always wear a shirt when he's working in his garden," I told her, "but Daddy and Uncle Joe both go around without a shirt when it's hot, and that doesn't make them dirty old men."

"No, I don't suppose it does.� And the rumors about him and his wife... well, they were just rumors.

"Let that be a lesson to you, Bunny.� People will believe rumors about you, even if they aren't true.� But he does try to look down my blouse every chance he gets."

"So does Uncle Blake," I said with a snicker.� "I've seen him."

Mama snorted, "Yes, Blake is a dirty old man too."

"Is Daddy a dirty old man too? I saw him trying to peek down Aunt Bess' blouse last Sunday."

"He did?� Well, I'm sure he didn't mean to, but then again, he's a man and men are just like that."

Now Mama and Aunt Bess both wore low cut blouses and nearly always displayed a good bit of cleavage.� They both liked having men look at them; my mama certainly did.� I suppose Daddy liked it when she dressed like that, because she always did.� She never went out of the house without makeup and showing off her legs, even if it was freezing cold.� I'd noticed that a longtime ago.� Same goes with Aunt Bess and I've seen how the men they pass in stores or on the street take a long look.

I recalled what Uncle Joe's friend, Hammer the policeman, said about Mama; that Mama was the prettiest girl in town and that I looked just like her.� I do in some ways, and maybe once I develop some nice bouncy boobs, maybe I really will look like her. I do hope so.

Mama and I talked about a lot of other things too, girl stuff mostly, but I never told her that Mr. Burrows, or rather Mr. Jesse, really was a dirty old man.

Come Sunday, after church and after Sunday dinner with everyone, I was hoping that Uncle Joe would need to make a beer run, and if he did, maybe I could go with him, but it wasn't to be.� Oh, he had to make the beer run, but I was allowed out of the house.� Darn!�

Having nothing else to do, but watch guys knocking each other down and jumping on each other playing football, something I just didn't understand, nor was I interested in, I retired upstairs and picked up my book.� It wasn't any better at keeping my attention than it had the day before, but I finally got into it.

Monday at school, the rumor that I was seeing Jake Botham after school had taken on a life of its own.� Jake was a lot older than the rest of the kids and still in sixth grade because he'd been held back so many times. He was a bully and everyone hated him.� Not only that, but he smelled and had green teeth.� Loathsome hardly describes him.��

I apologized to Janie for getting her into trouble with Mrs. Jones and she apologized to for throwing her book at me.� All was well between us, but for the rumor she started.�

"I didn't start that rumor, Bunny.� I swear I didn't."

"Then who started it?� You were the one saying I was seeing Jake Botham."

"I was just joking," she lamely defended.

"You must've told someone else that.� Who did you say that to, Janie?"

"I didn't say that to anyone, Bunny.� I swear!� Someone must have overheard me joking with you."

That seemed plausible, as we had made quite a scene in Mrs. Jones' class on Friday.� I had to let Janie off the hook, but the damage was done.� This became quite evident the next day.

*****

Tuesday, having finished lunch, I was out on the playground when Jake Botham cornered me.

"Hey there, girlfriend," he started.

"Go away!� I'm not your girlfriend!"

"But everyone thinks you're my girlfriend."

"I'm not your girlfriend."

"You know what girlfriends do for their boyfriends, don't you?� They suck their boyfriend's dick."

"Gawd, you're so gross," I spat.

"I bet everyone is thinking that you suck my dick, Bunny," he laughed. "Your name is Bunny, isn't it?"

"Go away! Get away from me!" I angrily shouted.

"Now, now, now, that's no way to treat your boyfriend."

"You're not my boyfriend!"

"But everyone thinks I am and everyone thinks that you suck my dick."

"They do not!!!"

"Maybe not today, but tomorrow, after I tell a few friends that you really do suck my dick, everyone will know that you do."

"Gawd, Jake. Don't you dare start a rumor like that."

"How are you going to stop me?"

"Please, Jake..."

"That's better.� I like it when you beg."

"I'm not begging."

"Tell you what.� I won't tell anyone you suck my dick and I'll tell everyone that you're not my girlfriend."

"You will?" I asked hopefully giving him the eye treatment guaranteed to soften him up.

"Yes, but on one condition."

"What condition?" I asked suspiciously.

"Today, after school, you're going to meet me somewhere and then you're going to suck my dick."

"No!� Now get lost, you creep!" I spat.

"Think it over.� I can save your reputation or I can ruin it.� Now... what's it going to be, Bunny-girl?

"When school lets out today," he continued, "you meet me by the dumpsters behind the cafeteria and I'll tell you where to go.� Don't show and your name is mud."

I had all afternoon to think about it and couldn't concentrate on what Mrs. Jones was saying.� The rumors were bad enough as they were.� If I didn't go through with it, everyone will think I was one of those girls who would do such a thing, even though I hadn't.� Okay I was, but...

As disgusting as the thought of degrading myself with Jake was, I also found myself wondering what his cock looked like. Was he circumcised or not? Was it as big as the rest of him? Besides, sucking a dick wasn't as bad as it sounds, and I knew that from experience.� In fact, I loved sucking Uncle Joe's and Mr. Jesse's dicks and as nasty as letting them shoot their stuff into my mouth was, I rather liked that too; in fact, I liked it a lot.

So as you might have guessed, once school let out for the day, I met loathsome Jake Botham out by the dumpsters behind the cafeteria.

"Hi, there, girlfriend," he said with an evil grin.� "Glad you could join me."

"Okay, where do we go?"

"How about right here," he replied.

"Here?� Out in the open?"

"No, behind the dumpsters, bitch.� Now get your pretty ass in there."

"You don't have to be mean about it!"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. We've got business to attend to."

I should have been incensed that he called me a bitch, but I let it slide and ducked behind the dumpsters.� They were set back into an alcove and as long as no one came through the rear doors to the cafeteria, no one could possibly see us.� Trouble was the stench from the rotting food. Ugh!

"What if one of the cafeteria ladies comes out?" I asked trying to hold my breath.

"They've all gone home," he replied as he unzipped.� A moment later he had his dirty jeans opened and his dick out.� To my surprise, he was circumcised.� I say surprised because I had convinced myself that afternoon that he wasn't. And he had a lot of dark springy hair down there.

"Now suck my dick, bitch," he ordered, "and if you bite me, I'll beat the living shit out you.� Got it?"

"I won't bite," I whispered as I went to my knees.

Another thing I had convinced myself of earlier that afternoon was that he was going to stink.� In fact he did have a heady odor, but not that much stronger than either Mr. Jesse or Uncle Joe, especially after Uncle Joe had just got home from work.� And like my two older molesters, I rather found the scent to be alluring.

"Come on, bitch, suck my dick!" he growled.�

That was quickly followed by, "Oh, yeah, bitch," as I slid the thing into my mouth and began working to get him hard, which wasn't all that difficult.

"Yeah, girl, suck my cock! Oh, yeah, suck it, baby.� Suck it."

I don't know why, but I liked it better when he called me "bitch" rather than when he called me "baby".� Maybe it was the fact that he was forcing me to do this.� But, was he?� Or maybe it was the fact I could still loathe him after we were done, as "baby" was just too tender for what he was making me do.

Anyway, I sucked him for maybe five minutes before he blew his junk into my mouth, and I swallowed it, just as I had been taught. Strangely, I was disappointed that it was over.

"Hey, that was great, bitch.� You've sucked dick before, haven't you?� I can tell.� Especially after you swallowed it all.� Most girls spit it out their first time. �Not you, you sucked it right down, didn't you?� Who would have guessed that pretty little Bunny goody-goody-two-shoes was a cock sucking slut?"

I stood as he buttoned and zipped up. I should have been angry about what he was saying about me, but then again, he was just being truthful. Still...

"We'll have to do this again sometime," he said with a grin.

"You said you'd tell everyone that I wasn't your girlfriend..."

"And I will.� You kept your end of the bargain and I'll keep mine.� But that doesn't mean we can't do this again.� In fact, I insist on it.� Besides, the way you sucked my cock, I could tell you were enjoying it.� And don't tell me you didn't.

"So, what do you say, Bunny Babe?� Wanna do it again this Thursday?"

"I want the rumors stopped, Jake. �You have to stop the rumors."

"And if they stop?"

"We'll see," I replied brushing off whatever nasty goo I had kneeled in.

"No, we won't see, bitch.� You're gonna suck my dick again. Thursday."