The Sucking Booth

"I wanna go to the haunted house first!"

Jack Waters looked down at his daughter as the family strolled onto the midway. "Well, kitten, I don't know. That's a pretty scary ride for a little girl."

His wife smiled. "I bet it won't be nearly as scary if your boyfriend's saving your place in line."

Katty Waters glanced at her mother and blushed, but she didn't say anything.

"Ah. I see. Well, it never hurts to keep a boy waiting. But first we all have to go see how your sister is doing."

"Ahhh, daddy. Melody is fine. The kissing booths are all the way at the other end of the midway! Besides, it's a waste of time. I wanna go on some rides!"

"Be patient, kitty. I got my first kiss from your momma in one of those booths. You might want to work there yourself in a few years."

"Yes, and as I remember it you didn't go on any rides at all that night. You spent all your money on me." Mrs Waters winked at her daughter.

"Right," he said, giving his daughter's hand a tug. "And I had to ask my dad for money to take you to a movie the next night. Anyway, kitten, family comes first. You'll have plenty of time to play with your friends later on. Maybe we'll even let you stay and catch a ride home when they close."

With that his little girl beamed up at him and began to skip, pulling him along behind her. They made their way though the crowd, the flashing lights, carnival barkers and clanging bells. At last the crowd thinned a little, then suddenly became nearly impassible on the left side, gathered around a large sign which read,

Girl Scout Kissing Booth
Facials $100

Mr. and Mrs. Waters gave each other a look of concern, but Katy tugged them both forward by their hands. They made their way past an eager line of men and boys and emerged in front of a row of open booths ornately furnished in imperial purple satin fringed with white fur on each of the dividers, and open in front. On the plush pillows lining the floor of most of the stalls knelt a pretty young Girl Scout, clearly engaged in sucking the cock of the man standing in front of her. As the trio stood there in shock the man directly in front of them gave a loud groan and pulled his member back with a distinct pop as he unleashed a stream of white jism onto the dripping face of the girl kneeling before him. The lewd spectacle seemed to go on and on as he delivered spurt after spurt of hot liquid onto his target, until at last Mrs. Waters recovered her wits and tried to shield her daughter's astonished eyes.

"Melody!" bellowed Jack Waters as the customer returned his satisfied penis to his pants and stepped to one side. There in the stall before him, covered in his semen, knelt Melody Waters, looking happy, proud and sparkling. Her Girl Slut uniform clung to her luscious young breasts and her nipples jutted out firmly. Stings of pearly cum glistened in her jet black hair and dripped from her face onto her blouse and skirt.

"Daddy! Momma," she cried, "Lookit me!"

Jack lunged forward toward his older daughter, only to come up short in front of a small fenced barrier lined with spectators. He pivoted and shoved his way though the crowd to the gateway where Melody's Scout Master and Mistress manned an overflowing cash box.

"Whup! Hold up there Jack. That'll be $100," said Jeff Carter, scout master of Passel 118.

"Jeff? What's going on here? That's my daughter you've got sucking cock over there! I'm going to call the cops just as soon as I drag her out of here!"

"Hold on Jack. Take it easy. Do you mean to say you don't know about the Girl Slut sucking booths? Don't you watch the news? Didn't Melody tell you?"

Jack Waters paused and looked around at the crowd and the gaggle of pretty girls manning (womaning?) the booths. Recovering a little from his initial shock he stammered, "What? When? No… I… Well, now that you mention it I heard the Girl Scouts had revamped their program to include a lot more sex, but… well, I sure wasn't expecting anything like this. Especially not with my daughter!" A couple of girls had stopped to watch the altercation, but now they turned back to the task in front of them, urged on by their impatient customers.

"God, Jack, sorry. I just realized I've never seen you at any of the Passel meetings. I can see how this could come as a real shock. But didn't you sign a permission sheet for Melody? We wouldn't let her participate otherwise."

"Permission sheet? Sure. For the Girl Scout Kissing Booth. My wife used to work those when she was a teenager, but that was a kiss for a dollar, not a blowjob on some stranger for $100 a pop!"

"OK, I see. Didn't you read the text? Sure, it's still a kissing booth, only the kisses are a lot deeper and in a much better place. And they're worth a lot more than a dollar. The GSA wants to teach our girls how much they're worth and how much fun they can have earning it. If you ask Melody I think she'll tell you it's a great idea."

"It sure is, Daddy!" Jack started, then turned around to see his pretty young daughter standing behind him, wiping her face with a Kelley green towel.

"I didn't tell you because I knew you wouldn't like the idea. I love you, but I have to admit you're pretty uptight and old fashioned when it comes to teenage sex."

"Now Melody, don't be disrespectful to your father. Jack, you should be proud of Melody. She's one of the best Girl Sluts in the Passel. She took it on herself to organize our Circle of Pussy, and she's already earned more merit badges that any other girl her age. She volunteered for the Kissing Booth because it's for a good cause…

"And 'cause I like it!"

"For a good cause. Most of our girls can't afford Summer Camp, so we're raising money to send them there for free. Also, and no offense, some of the girl's parents are a little restrictive and might not want to pay for their daughter's activities. This way we can help them avoid any conflict, so to speak."

"Oh. So maybe I shouldn't ask?"

"Probably better if you don't."

"So, Melody," said her father, turning back to his anxious daughter, "is this really what you want? Isn't 16 a little young to be sucking cock for money?"

Melody blushed and looked at her father. A stray droplet of silvery liquid clung to the corner of her fiery red lips. "I'm the oldest girl here, daddy. There's only one other Lolita Scout; all the rest are Nymphettes." Jack turned and looked closely at the girls kneeling in the booths for the first time. It was hard to judge a girl's height when she was on her knees, but now he noticed the small breasts and delicate curves of the young teenagers. Suddenly he noticed his own raging hard-on and realized with a shock that it was inspired, not by those sexy little nymphettes, but by a girl he had known all her life, and had seen as a sex object for the first time - her pretty face dripping with sperm - only moments ago. His fatherly outrage had melted away before the pleading eyes of his beloved daughter, the one person he knew he could never say no to.

"Come on daddy," said Melody, taking his hand. "We're each allowed to give one free facial tonight. I think I know who."

"Daddy, you know Zack, right?" Mr. Waters was startled again, this time by the voice of his younger daughter. Turning, he saw her holding hands with a boy he knew vaguely from her school.

"Good evening, Sir," Zack said politely.

"I texted him as soon as I saw what Melody was doing, daddy. Is it all right if we go on some rides together now that we've made sure Melody's OK?"

"Well, I guess I'm not in a position to say no. What do you think, honey?"

Mrs. Waters had been standing quietly behind them, trying to adjust to the amazing turn of events. Now she studied Katty and Zack.

"Ahem," said Scout Master Carter with a polite cough. "Katy, you're 13 aren't you? And by the look of your blouse you're past puberty. Maybe you'd like to try out a kissing booth with Zack. My daughter Brandy said she had a sore throat, but she disappeared off behind the haunted house with two of the boys from the football team, so we have an extra stall. Whataya say?"

"Can I mommy?"

Her mother hesitated. "Let her give it a try," said Master Carter. "If she likes it she could give us a hand after she finishes with Zack. We really have a backlog and a girl as pretty as she is could earn some serious cash. Plus, Mrs. Waters, Cindy Jenkins over there just got back from Sapphic Summer Camp and she's been showing some real talent." He nodded toward where a woman in her 30s stood before a petite blond girl, her skirt lifted to invite access to the girl's wet, pink tongue. Mrs. Waters looked on with an expression of intrigue.

"Jack, do you have a spare $100."

"No, honey, you know we're a little short this month." Melody gave him a wistful look and ran one fingertip up the bulge in her father's trousers. "But we can put it on Mastercard. I can ask the boss for some overtime.

"And if I can't get it, Her Daddy's House is having "Put your daughter to work day" next month. We can send the girls over to Seattle. I'm sure they wouldn't mind helping out. Katy looked worried, but Melody giggled and gave her father's hard-on a playful squeeze.

Hand in hand, the four members of the Waters family walked to their respective kissing booths. As he watched his younger daughter kneel shyly in front of a boy for the first time and felt his older daughter's fingers tug down his zipper, Jack reflected on his singular blessings. And as Melody engulfed the head of his throbbing cock in her soft and surprisingly talented mouth, he quietly repeated the words he planned to live by:

"Family comes first."

Check out Home Town Opportunity for the further adventures of the Waters family.