The Preteen Whore, Part 1

By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)


This story idea was submitted by a reader who wanted a story
about a family with a different lifestyle. Thanks, MW, for the
idea. Thanks again for Laura for editing this for me!

comments_readers: Let me know if you want to read more about the
adventures of young Missy!!!

*******

"How do I look, Daddy?" Missy asked, standing at the side of the
worn-out Lazy-boy recliner. She knew better than block his view
to the TV and waited for him to acknowledge her. Wedging his beer
bottle between his legs, he turned to his daughter with his
cigarette dangling from his lips and examined her from head to
toe.

The purple highlights in her dirty blond hair stood out against
her alabaster skin and the dark blue eye shadow accented with
black liner made her blue eyes more intense. The black-bordered,
bright red lipstick made her plump lips appear fuller and
slightly swollen.

She had on a lace-up half-vest pulled tightly against her chest
and exposing her midriff, with the gold chain given to her by a
past boyfriend drooping off her protruding hip bones, matching
the navel piercing she got last summer. Her faux leather
mini-skirt hardly covered her ass and any movements caused it to
ride up higher.

The short, high-heeled ankle boots were pointed and rimmed with
black lace, overlapped by two ankle bracelets dangling on the
sides. She was thin; her knobby knees appeared almost deformed,
hardly supported by her skinny legs.

"Lift your skirt," he barked out, staring between her legs.
Slowly she lifted the hem, exposing the fact she wasn't wearing
panties. "Good girl," he said smiling.

"You're gunna need to put more lipstick on," he said, reaching
over to crush out his cigarette and put his beer on the table
next to him.

"Momma just put it on!"

"You won't have any on once you finished with this," he said,
pulled down the front of his boxer shorts and exposing his thick
erection. "You know the rule, no going out 'til you please me."

"Yes, Daddy," she said, stooping over to take his cock inside her
mouth. She sucked and slurped, taking him to the back of her
throat while massaging his balls. That's the way he taught her.
He ran his hand along her leg and under her skirt, feeling for
her bald pussy. She was soaked. Digging two fingers into her, she
spread her legs further to give him better access.

A moan escaped her lips as he pushed them in as far as he could,
stopped only by his palm. Twisting his fingers around, he pushed
in a third before pumping them in and out fast. His hand became
coated with slime before he pulled it out to examine it.

"Who's cum is this?" he asked, knowing that she had already been
on other dates today.

Pulling her mouth off, "I think his name was Robby," she huffed,
before returning to her duty.

"Just one so far today? Having an off day?" he joked, knowing the
truth.

Raising her head she giggled. "He was the last one, Daddy, you
know that," she said, before sucking his cock back into her
mouth. He moaned at the pleasure she was giving him. God how many
times has he cum inside her mouth and every time it feel just
like the first time.

"Billy Joe, what are you doing? You know her date will be here
any minute! She don't got no time to be doin' that right now!"

"Shut the fuck up, Cathy! She knows she's gotta do this if she
wants to go out. Get me another beer and shut your trap, whore."

She hadn't made it to the kitchen when there was a knock at the
door. "Better get that first," he called out, feeling the
churning of his balls. It wouldn't be much longer before he'd
dump another load into her thirsty throat.

Missy worked frantically, stroking her hand and mouth over her
father's engorged cock faster, not wanting to keep her date
waiting for long. Guys don't like to wait, that's what her father
always told her. The first shot to the back of her throat
surprised her as his cock began jerking rapidly between her lips,
filling her mouth with his seed.

Standing, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and
turned to see the tall black teen staring at her with his mouth
open. She smiled before rushing to him and throwing her arms
around his hips. "Hi Brian!" she exclaimed, holding him close.

"It's Barry," he said, still not believing what he just
witnessed. Slowly she released him and backed away.

"Are you ready to go?" she asked, taking his hand.

"Come 'ere, lemme see you, girl," her father called, waving her
back over. "Gimme a kiss," he ordered, pulling her closer and
crushing her lips with his, snaking his tongue inside her mouth.
"Your breath stinks like cum, here you better wash it down," he
told her, handing her his beer. She took a few hard sips, gulping
down almost all that remained in the bottle before handing it
back to him.

"Go put on more lipstick like I tole you." he added, turning
towards the boy staring at them. Touching her finger to her lip
she wiped across her mouth and looked at it. No lipstick came
off.

"Momma, can you put on my lipstick? Daddy took it off again!" she
called out, rushing toward the kitchen.

"Sit down, Son," Billy Joe said motioning with his hand to the
sofa. The tall kid slowly walked over and sat, still cautious of
the big man. A loud moan from the TV turned his attention to the
porno flick playing.

"How old are you, Son?"

"Seventeen. I'll be eighteen next month, Sir," he said, looking
back at the older man.

"I'll be damned, Missy's birthday is next month too, 'cept she'll
be turnin' 10," he said, taking a sip of his beer.

"What's your intentions with my daughter?" he asked, lighting
another cigarette.

The frightened kid stared at the hulking man, his dingy,
thread-bear tank top full of holes and food stains stretched
tightly across his beer belly. His too-small boxers hadn't been
pulled up and his flaccid cock flopped around his balls, the head
hidden between his legs. He watched as the hulky man swigged the
last of his beer and tossed the empty bottle into a pile in the
corner with a clang.

Looking around the small trailer, he groaned at the barren walls
discolored and pocked with holes, the stained carpet worn thin
and filthy, the wobbly sofa supported by bricks and the
dilapidated coffee table missing the glass inserts. Several fast
food bags littered the room and an old pizza box contained only a
hardened crust being eaten by several roaches. Ants trailed
across the walls but the worst part was the smell. The closest
thing he could think of was a dead animal some place in the home.

"I axed you a question, Son," he repeated, staring sideways at
him, breaking his attention.

"I, um, think maybe, uh we'll get something to eat, and uh, maybe
go to the movies, if that's okay, Sir," he stumbled.

"You ain't got time for all that. You better have her home before
seven," he said, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. Barry
looked at his watch, 5:48. That's hardly an hour for the date.

"Seven, Sir?" he asked, confused. "Is that her curfew on a school
night?"

"Nope, that's when her next date will pick her up so you best not
be late."

Missy returned, smiling brightly with her fresh coat of bright
red lipstick. Kissing her father on the cheek, she grabbed his
cigarette and skipped towards her waiting date. "Let's go,
Brian," she said, grabbing his hand while puffing on the
cigarette. He didn't bother to correct her as it didn't matter
anyway.

He didn't even live in this town but got her number from a friend
who boasted how big of a slut she was and he had to find out for
himself. Based on what he just saw, everything he heard had to be
true. She put her arm around his waist as they headed out the
door.

"Missy, you best be home in time for Dale, understand?"

"Yes, Daddy, I will be."

Cathy stood at the doorway watching as the two lovebirds got in
his car and drove off. "Our little girl is growed up, Billy Joe,"
she said smiling. "I can't believe she's almost 10 already. Soon
she'll be ready to work with me and then one day on her own.

"Yep, I know. It's hard to believe but I think she's gunna be a
bigger whore than you one day."

"Well she started earlier than me. I didn't start fuckin' 'round
til I was 12."

"Yea, I know, I was there, remember?"

The phone rang and he reached for it, "Yea, whatcha you want?" he
answered. "Naw, Missy ain't home, she's on a date. No, you can't
see her tonight she's all booked up. No, tomorrow she ain't got
nothin' neither. The only thing she gots is Saturday at 11 in the
morning or Sunday at 1:30 or 3. Yea, I know that's four days away
but that's all she got. Fine, what's your name, I'll write in
down for you. Alright, Roger, I'll make sure she's ready at 11 on
Saturday for you," he said, hanging up.

"Our little girl is so popular, ain't she, Honey?" Cathy beamed
with pride. "I'll bet there ain't a lotta girls out there that
get axed out as many times a night for a date as our little
Missy, huh?"

"Nope, I don't figure there is. Our little girl is special
alright."

"And she owes it all to you," she said, rubbing his belly. "Would
you like to go make love? It's been almost a month since the last
time."

"No, I'll wait for Missy, I don't wanna wasse my cum in your
nasty old pussy." She playfully slapped his arm.

"You're so mean to me sometimes, but I love you anyway," she
said, bending over to kiss his balding head.

"Where's my beer, Woman?" he shouted, turning his attention back
to see the white woman being gang-banged by six black men on TV.

***

Barry couldn't believe his luck. This skinny, flat-chest floozy
was butt naked in his back seat, her feet pointed towards the
roof while he pumped his cock into her. She scratched and clawed
at his back, screaming out for him to fuck her harder. His car
was rocking like crazy from the impacts but she was still
demanding more. They didn't even get anything to eat, she said
she wasn't hungry just horny, and directed him toward a wooded
area not far from the trailer park she lived in.

He was getting close to cumming as her hairless hole swallowed
his entire manhood, driving him to the edge. His fingers dug into
her ass, his nails leaving marks as he thrust into her with all
his might. He's fucked a few girls before, but none like this.
She was like a wild animal, thrashing and thrusting against his
dick, her slippery pussy milking his balls for all they're worth.
He couldn't hold out any longer and felt his cock exploding
inside of her, soaking her with more cum.

He had no idea that his was the sixth cock to cum inside her
pussy today, not that it would have mattered. Her Daddy always
said if she wants boys to like her, this is what she's gotta do
and she wants all the boys to like her. Slowly he pulled out,
releasing a torrent of cum which soaked into his cloth seat. He'd
have to get that cleaned but it was well worth it.

"Lemme clean your cock," she said, sitting up to stuff the
deflating cock into her mouth. Daddy says a good girl always
cleans the cocks that fuck her. It's her job 'cause she made them
make a mess in her pussy so she gotta clean them.

Barry shut his eyes, his teeth bared and his head reared
backwards as her vacuum like mouth sucked him to the back of her
throat. Damn no body ever sucked his cock like that before and
soon it was getting hard again. Rolling his tight balls around in
her palm and stroking his cock rapidly, she smiled around the
bulbous head at how quickly she got him hard again. That means he
really likes her!

The smacking sounds echoed in the small car and the suction from
her lips was incredible. This little white girl can suck a mean
cock! Even though he just came a few minutes earlier, he was
close to cumming again and gripped the back of her head,
steadying himself just as the first wad shot out, splashing her
tongue with creamy goo. Her throat jerked up and down rapidly as
she quickly swallowed.

She continued sucking until it was soft and removed it from her
mouth, letting it droop over her thumb. "Hi there, Mr. cock," she
joked, shaking it up and down as if it was waving. Leaning closer
she kissed the tip, getting the last pearl of sperm from the
small hole.

"Damn, girl, that was incredible," he said, sitting back against
the door, exhausted. "You do that on all your dates?"

"Of course," she said, smiling. "I'm 'pposed to. Why?"

"No reason, just wondering." He still couldn't believe it. This
little scrawny white girl just opens her legs for any guy that
asks and her Daddy encourages her. That's so fucking strange, but
who was he to complain?

"You got a cigarette?" she asked, sitting up feeling the
stickiness between her legs.

"Naw, I don't smoke, but I do have a joint, if you want to smoke
that." Her face lit up.

"That's even better!" Pulling it out, he lit it and handed it to
the girl he just came into twice. She pinched the end between her
finger and thumb tips and took a hard drag, followed by another
before she even exhaled. Giggling, she sucked again on the joint,
burning half of it in only three hits. "Do you want some?" she
asked, hesitantly extending it toward him.

"Naw, you go ahead and finish it, I'll get some later." She
smiled, returning it to her lips.

***

"When you gunna get that car fixed, Billy Joe? I'm tired of
takin' the bus to work everyday." Cathy called out from the
bedroom.

"I tole you already it needs a new tranny and I ain't got the
money for that. You just keep takin' the bus."

"We'd have more money if you could go back to work," she yelled
the reply.

"You know I hurt my back two years ago and can't work no more.
That's what the doctor tole me."

Walking through the room, she went into the kitchen and returned
with a fresh beer for her husband. "I'm sorry, Billy Joe, I know
that, I was just saying I wish you could go back to weldin'
again. You made some good money then."

"Yea, I know, but for now you just gunna have to keep working the
truck stops 'til I can get back to work. 'Sides, next month Missy
can start helpin' you work, she'll be old 'nuff."

"That will be nice; I won't gotta work so late then."

"Now get goin' or you'll miss the bus, it's almost 6:45 now." She
kissed his cheek and rushed out of the door. She only had five
minutes before the bus passed in front of the park or she'd have
to wait 20 minutes for the next one.

Barry slowed to turn onto the street for the trailer park and
noticed the scantily dressed woman swiftly walking towards the
corner. He wasn't surprised to see a prostitute working in this
area. He stared at her see-through, button-down blouse and it was
very obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The small tight shorts
hugged her ample thighs and even from that distance, he could see
her gaping camel toe. Heavy make-up and frizzy hair completed the
"whore package".

"Roll your window down," the young slut said, moving closer to
lean over his chest, supporting herself on his leg. Barry hit the
button and before it was halfway down, Missy called out, "Hi,
Momma, see you later tonight!" He sat in shock as his date
returned to her seat smiling, almost proud that the whore on the
side of the road was her mother.

"So, can I see you again?" he asked, parking in front of the
rundown single-wide.

"You gotta ask my Daddy," she said, swinging her legs out to
leave. He watched her little ass shaking as she climbed the steps
to their home. He got out. An opportunity like this is rare and
he's got to take advantage of it while he can.

"I'm home, Daddy," she called out, rushing towards her father
still sitting in the recliner watching porn. Barry was a mere
step behind her.

"How was your date?" he asked, sliding his hand up her thighs
until it disappeared beneath the short skirt.

"I had fun, Daddy!" she squealed as his fingers penetrated her
sodden hole.

"Missy, I tole you before it don't matter if you have fun, your
date gotta have fun, did he?"

She turned toward the lanky teen standing at the doorway stunned
at watching the young girl's father fondling her openly in front
of him. "Did you have fun?" she smiled at him.

"Uh, yea, I had a great time," he said, sticking his hands into
his pockets to hide his growing erection. "In fact, I was hoping
maybe we could, um, go out again sometime. Maybe this weekend?"
Billy Joe reached for her date book and flipped a few pages.

"She's got this Sunday at 1:30 or 3 open or Monday at 3 or 7:30."

"That long to wait?" Barry was amazed. Just then the phone rang.

"Yea, what you want?" he asked, bringing the receiver to his ear.
"No, she's busy Friday night, couple of boys comin' to get her
for a frat party at 6. Won't be home 'til late. She's got Sunday
at 1:30 or 3, you want that? 'Iight, I'll put you down for 1:30
on Sunday. What's your name, Son? Bruce? Have you been out with
Missy before? Okay, she'll see you Sunday then." Hanging up the
phone he turned to Barry.

"You want 3 on Sunday or not?" he asked matter-of-factly.

"Uh, yea, yes, Sir, I'll take Sunday at 3." The squealing tires
just outside started him and he turned to see three big jocks
getting out of a hotrod Camero. He knew it was time to leave and
said his goodbyes before brushing past the new arrivals. They
looked at him with suspicion but didn't say a word.

"Missy, you ready?" the biggest of the guys said, sticking his
head into the torn screen door.

"Come on in, Dale," Billy Joe called out, craning his head to see
the doorway and watching as the big kid entered followed by two
more teens. "Who's your friends?"

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Davis, these are my buds, they play ball with me.
Is it okay if we triple date tonight?"

He looked at the large, strapping males, each well over 200
pounds with Dale closer to 300 and smiled. "You got an hour and a
half for your date, if you want to do a triple, that's up to
you."

"Cool, Sir, thanks," he said smiling.

"What's your names, Sons?" he asked, reaching for the date book.
Turning to the back, he flipped past the three full pages to
start a forth one.

"He's Mark and the other one's Scott," Dale said, pointing to
each of them. "Can we go now? I'm pretty, uh, excited to leave."

"Daddy, I ain't cleaned up none," she whispered to her father.

"That's okay, they won't mind none," he said, looking at the
three of them. "'ember what I tole you before, keepin' a boys cum
in you is like a prize," Billy Joe said, lightly smacking her on
the butt.

"You boys don't got a lotta time so you better get a goin'." He
called out, watching as she bounced toward the waiting jocks,
wrapping her arms around Dale's stomach, squeezing hard and
smashing her cheek against his gut. "Be home by 8:30," Billy Joe
called out. "Harry will be here 'fore nine."

"Okay, Daddy," she said, grabbing Dale's hand and reaching for
the next closest boy. "Let's go!"

***

The Camero didn't make it far as it was parked exactly where
Barry's car only moments before had been. It's a popular make out
spot the boys around town call Missy Meadows because of the open
field surrounded by trees. A path of tire marks had been worn
into the grassy pasture from all the traffic traveling into the
small clearing. Over the past few months Missy had been here more
times than she could remember.

One of the jocks, Scott she thinks, was sitting on the hood, his
jeans bunched up around his shoes, leaning back on his elbows
watching as the young slut eagerly sucked his raging cock. Dale
stood behind her, holding her up by her bony hips while slamming
his cock repeatedly in and out of her pussy. The last boy, she
couldn't remember his name, stood next to them, stroking his cock
and waiting for a turn.

When Dale first told them about her they didn't believe him.
There's no way a nine-year-old girl could do some of the things
he claimed and the fact that her own father allowed her to date
already was unbelievable. But here she was, slumped over the legs
of one guy, enthusiastically sucking him completely into her
mouth, while another boy pumped her from behind, her feet
dangling over a foot off the ground while he rammed into her.

"Somebody cum already!" Mark called out, anxiously waiting for
his turn. He'd been looking forward to this date since last
Friday and was dieing to bust a nut inside the little slut.
Everyone talks about her and how 'strange' her family is. There's
even a rumor that her mother is a $20 street whore who goes
around all the truck stops and gas stations fucking anyone with a
few bucks.

Dale began panting, breathing harder and grunted out as he
crashed hard against her small ass, dumping another load into
her. Mark smiled. It's his turn now. Missy's feet never touched
the ground as she was handed off to the next boy and he quickly
moved behind her tiny ass. She was soaked and dripping cum, but
he didn't care, she had a pussy and he was going to cum in it.

"Turn her his way," Dale called out, pointing his shrinking dick
towards them. Grabbing her under her stomach, Mark lifted her off
Scott and swung her to face him. Grasping his waist, she held
herself up and lowered her mouth to his dripping cock. She made a
mess on it and needed to clean it off. Slurping it inside her
mouth, she took it to the back of her throat, tasting the residue
from a full day's activities.

Mark wasted no time in fucking her as she was pushed back and
forth between the two hulking jocks. It's still hard to believe
that he's doing this to such a young, small girl and her father
is not even a half mile away knowing she's getting fucked by
three guys. Weird.

***

It was almost 9 o'clock and Billy Joe was getting worried. He'd
been stalling Harry for almost 20 minutes and hated to have to
talk to her councilor for so long. He says the same every week.

"She's missed 27 days so far this year, Billy Joe, and she's
failing every class. If she doesn't improve her grades and her
attendance, she will have to repeat the third grade again. We had
to hold her back last year and it looks like she'll be held back
again. We've had this discussion several times before but it
doesn't seem to do any good."

"I know, Harry, but what can a man do 'bout his wayward daughter?
She's gunna do whatever she's gunna do and that's the facts.
"'Sides, she's learning everything she knows 'bout life right
here at home. She don't need no edgemucayshun to do what she
wanna do when shes growed up, just axe 'er."

"I would, but I can't because she's not home. You said she'd be
home at 8:30 and here it is almost 9. Don't you think she should
be home now since it IS a school night?" The sound of the revving
engine and squealing tires interrupted the men's conversation.
Turning to look out the window, Harry noticed the young student
climbing out of the bright red sports car with three over-sized
football players.

"Sorry we're late, Mr. D," Dale called out, swinging open the
screen. "It's just her tight little pussy is so..." he stopped
talking when he saw the older man in the short-sleeved dress
shirt and slacks. It was Mr. Farley, the guidance councilor at
the elementary school. Shit, what's he doing here. Dale
remembered being sent to see him many times through his early
years of school and thought he'd seen the last of him. "Uh, we
gotta go, thanks, Mr. Davis. I'll call you later," he said,
grabbing the other two boys by their sleeves and rushing outside.

Missy stood at the doorway twisting slightly from side to side.
She knew that she was in trouble because that's the only time Mr.
Farley comes over. "Missy, Harry needs to talk to you 'bout
somethin'," he said, crushing his cigarette butt into the glass
bowl. "Take him to your room so's that you can show him how much
you wanna be in school, okay?" She nodded, heading towards the
tall man.

Seems like every week he comes over to talk to her daddy about
how bad she's doing in school and she takes him to the bedroom so
that he won't kick her out. All she gotta do is let him do what
all her other boyfriends do and she can stay in school. She don't
like it none, but her Daddy tole her that she gotta go 'til she's
old enough to drop out. Her momma got to drop out after she got
pregnant when she was 13. Grabbing Mr. Farley's hand she led him
to the back of the small home.

Harry tried not to notice all the filth around him, and in the
bedroom piles of clothes were strewn everywhere. What's clean and
dirty doesn't seem to bother these people. The one bedroom home
had only one bed, if you can call a musky, stained mattress
precariously thrown in a corner a bed, and very little else.
Turning on the shadeless lamp he groaned at the debris littering
the tiny room and that smell, what is that horrible smell?

He watched as Missy unlaced her top, dropping it to the floor.
Next her soiled skirt slid down her slender legs and she stepped
out of it. She has no shame, no modesty. His cock surged within
the confines of his briefs. As mortifying as her living
conditions are, he can't seem to stay away from this little
whore.

He began unbuttoning his shirt, watching as she collapsed onto
the grubby mattress, spreading her legs wide just as she's done
for countless men and boys before him. She was a third generation
whore and seemed eager to follow in the footsteps of her mother
and grandmother. One day she hopes to pass on the tradition to
her own daughter, with the help of her father, or should she call
him her grandfather? It all depends on who's around as what she
calls him.

He's turning 50 this year and hates to think he's getting old.
She smiled as Mr. Farley mounted her, sliding his hard cock into
her cum-soaked pussy. Maybe soon she'll get pregnant and can quit
school just like her momma got to do. Thrusting her hips upward,
her hole swallowed his entire length as she spread her legs
wider.

He won't last very long, he never does. Reaching for his hands,
she held them while squeezing his cock with her pussy. That
always makes guys cum faster. His strokes increased, lunging
against her undersized body, pushing her deep into the damp, worn
mattress. She moaned, closing her eyes and stretching her arms
above her head.

"Mmmmmmm, Mr. Farley, your big cock feels so good inside my
pussy," she panted, giving his cock one finally grasp before
feeling it jerking inside of her, shooting more cum into her
sodden hole. She smiled at how fast she can make him cum. Hell,
she can make almost any guy cum fast when she wants to. He
remained on top of her until his cock became flaccid and pliable.
Even soft it remained inside her hole, the slackness of her
vagina no longer able to expel his organ as it once used to. It's
been more than two years since he first started fucking her and
she was pretty experienced then. Rolling over he looked up at the
dirty ceiling.

How is it possible to get those kinds of stains onto the ceiling?
Shaking his head he sat up, looking down at the pint-sized whore.
He remembers when her mother went to Lincoln Elementary. God,
that seems like a lifetime ago.

She never had a chance in life, being the only girl with three
older brothers, a prostitute for a mother and a pedophile father.
He should have reported them when he first found out about the
abuse. Should have stepped in to save the young girl before it
got to this far, but he was weak. It didn't take much convincing
for him to agree to exchange sex with Cathy for his silence.
Every week until she went on to middle school and got pregnant he
fucked her.

He's sure now she's worn out, even though she only had one kid.
She's pretty messed up inside, or so he's heard, so she can't
have any more children. In her profession that's probably a good
thing. Saves money on birth control. He smiled down at Missy
before standing to dress. He'll keep quite about this as well. No
sense in fucking a good thing up. Maybe one day Missy's daughter
will attend Lincoln and he'll have to be bribed for his silence.
He grinned at the thought.

He's got another 15 years before he retires and that's plenty of
time for Missy to have a kid and maybe that daughter will have a
daughter. First Cathy, then Missy, then another daughter followed
by another. The possibilities are endless. Dressing, he left
without looking back at the young whore. She doesn't deserve
recognition, after all, she's simply a cum dump, just as her
mother was.

~ end of part one

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