The Preteen Whore, Part 2

by wetfly6969

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"Now don't be nervous none, you hear me, girl?" her mother said
adding a little more rouge to her cheeks.  Her eyes were lined in
black with bright blue eye shadow making them appear even more
intense.  Her pouty lips were glossy red outlined in maroon as
she slowly grinds them together to even it out.

"Let's work on that shirt," Cathy said pulling the white,
button-down blouse straight.  Taking the unbuttoned shirt by the
ends, she pulled it tightly to her chest, tying the tail into a
knot, a few inches below her breasts, exposing her midriff.

She grasped her mother's shoulders for support while Cathy held
the turquoise skirt open for her to step into.  It was a birthday
gift from her father yesterday so that she would have something
nice her first day at work.  Cathy looked at the clock.  It was
6:34 and they needed to hurry or risk missing the bus.

"Get your shoes on, girl," her mother said buttoning her own
shirt.  It took a little longer than she expected to get Missy
dressed but she wanted everything to be perfect for her first
time out.  She smiled watching as her daughter struggled to slip
her feet into the high heels. She's never worn such tall shoes
before and suggested to Billy Joe to go with the two-inch heels,
but he insisted on the fours.  It will take her a while to get
used to them.

"Go see your daddy, make sure you're okay to go out, okay Honey?"
 Smiling, she darted out the room, her ankles wobbling with every
step.  It was so hard walking in those tall, pointed shoes.

"How do I look, Daddy?" she asked entering the room finding him
in his usual spot in the reclining chair watching a ball game. 
He turned toward her and smiled.  Cathy really out did herself
this time.  Years of dressing like a whore really taught her a
lot about making someone up.  She looked cheap and trashy, just
the way he wanted her.

"You look great, Missy," he said groping his swelling manhood. 
She watched as his hand slipped into the front of his dingy
boxers and licked her lips.  She was sure he'd want a blowjob
before heading off with her mother and didn't wait for him to
ask.  Moving closer, she leaned over his lap, pulling his nearly
erect cock through the fly.

"Billy Joe!" Cathy cried out entering the room to see her
daughter messing up the make up job she had just spent a half an
hour fixing.  "You're gunna mess her face up!"

"Don't worry `bout it woman, you can redo it.  Just get me a beer
and I'll be done quick, you'll see," he added putting his hand on
the back of her head to increase the speed and depth of
penetration.

She stood beside the couple watching until he began grunting and
slightly lifting his fat ass off the seat, getting a little more
to the back of her throat.  She knew he'd be cumming soon enough
and thought back at all the times she'd done that very same thing
to him before leaving the house.

That was always the rule.  Go to a friend's house, give him a
blowjob, go to the movies, to the mall or even to school, give
him a blowjob.  He usually keep fucking for late at night
although many times he'd come into her room, throw her on the bed
and fuck her for no reason other than he want to.  Her brothers
always did the same thing to her.

The loud gulping sounds coming from Missy broke her trance and
she smiled knowing her daughter was that good that it only took a
few minutes to get Billy Joe off.  They still had time to make it
to the bus stop if they hurried.  "Here, Daddy," she said handing
him the beer as Missy straightened up, wiping her mouth with the
back of her hand.

"Now look what you went and done, girl!" she said reaching into
her small handbag.  "I gunna have to put more lipstick on you
now," she added pulling the cap from the small cylinder.  Missy
looked up to her mother smiling with her lips pressed together so
that she could reapply her lipstick.

"You whores better get goin' or you'll be late," Billy Joe said
swatting his daughter on the butt before taking a gulp of beer. 
The two hurried for the door just as the phone rang. "Yea,
whatcha want?" he answered watching Missy's ass swaying from
trying to walk on the high heels.

"No, I tole you `fore, she ain't dating for free no more.  You
wanna date wid `er, you're gunna have to pay just like everybody
else!" he called out hearing the screen door slam.

All eyes were on the pair rushing out toward the road and they
could hear a few wolf whistles as they pasted.  Cathy smiled
knowing the men all thought they were sexy and mentioned this to
Missy.  She turned to see a group of Mexicans sitting under a
tree drinking and watching them as they passed.  She waved.

"What `bout them momma?" she asked wondering why they had to go
all the way to the truck stop to find dates when there were so
many men wanting them nearby.

"It's a long story, Honey.  I'll explain it later, right now we
gotta catch that bus or we're gunna be fucked."

"But I thought that's what we wanted, to be fucked."

Cathy laughed at her childish innocence but mature understanding
of their situation.  "You're right, we do wanna be fucked, but I
meant that we gunna have to wait 20 extra minutes for the next
bus and we'll be late gettin' to work."

"Oh."  They walked in silence for the block, reaching the stop
just as the bus was approaching and had to run to make it.  Cathy
had Missy take her shoes off, as she couldn't run in the heels.
"'Evenin', Jack," Cathy said dropping coins into the box.

"Hi Cathy, who's your little friend?" the driver asked eyeing
Missy up and down.

"This is my daughter, Missy.  Missy say `hi' to Jack," she urged
pushing the girl forward a step.

"Hi Mister Jack," she said smiling brightly at the older, dark
skinned man.

"Your daughter?" he asked amazed that she'd allow her daughter
out of the house dressed that way.  "I didn't know whores
celebrated `bring your daughter to work day', he added smiling.

"Oh, Jack," she said playfully slapping his chest and leaving it
in place for a few seconds.

"I've got a full bus, so you might have to stand," he said
shutting the doors.  The pair made their way toward the back of
the bus as he pulled away.  He was right, there were no seats
available and five people were already standing, holding onto the
overhead bar.

Cathy was worried about Missy being nervous with so many people
staring at them but she didn't seem the least bit concerned. 
They took a spot in the middle of the bus and Cathy noticed Missy
staring at the older man sitting right in front of her.  He was
trying not to look at her, but couldn't pull his eyes away from
the grinning child.

"I'm Missy," she finally said to the man.

"Hi, um, Missy," the man replied, clearing his throat as his
voice cracked when he spoke.  Quickly he looked up at Cathy to
see if she was upset about a stranger speaking to her young
daughter.  She too had a smile on her face.  Missy was too short
to reach the handle bar and kept swaying from side to side as the
bus rocked.

One sudden jerk sent her forward onto the man's lap where she
threw her hands out to brace herself and found her left hand at
the top of the man's leg and right on his erection.  He was hard
watching her and she smiled, not removing her hand.

"Let me help you up, child," the man said grasping her arms and
trying to straighten her up.  She kept a hold on his cock,
feeling it twitch as he moved her around.  Panicking he glanced
around to see if anyone noticed the whore-child holding his
manhood.  A few people were looking and one large black guy was
smiling, exposing his golden front teeth.  Even the child's
mother was smiling and not doing anything to help.

Other people got on, a few got off and the bus started moving
again before she released his cock and stood straight.  He was
sweating and red-faced and not able to make eye contact with
either of the two whores.  Reaching up, he pulled the string
indicating he wished to get off at the next stop.

As the bus slowed, he stood, anxious to get away before someone
reported what happened to the police.  That would be all he
needed was to be arrested for fondling a young child when it was
all a simple accident.

"You can fuck `er if you want," the older whore whispered as they
stood face to face.

"Wh...what did you say?" he asked not sure he heard correctly.

"She'll suck your cock for $50 or you can fuck her for $100. 
Either hole," she added smiling.  The man couldn't believe this
woman just offered this young child for sex to a perfect
stranger!

He looked down at the small waif, hardly nine or ten-years-old
and somewhat sleazy looking.  She couldn't weigh more than 60
pounds at the most and even with the very high heels, she barely
reached his chest.  She can't be serious, can she?

The bus came to a stop and the doors opened.  No one moved as the
driver watched through the visor mirror.  "You getting off?" he
called out keeping the door opened.

Cathy smiled at him.  "Yea, you wanna get off?" she asked
touching his stomach.  He swallowed hard, glancing down at the
child once again before nodding.  The three of them left the bus
together with Jack shaking his head.

"This is crazy," he said still not believing what was happening
as the two prostitutes flanked him on either side, each putting
their arms around him.  He gasped, praying that no one would see
as they ducked into a darkened alley about a block from the bus
stop.

***

"You should have seen the look on his face!" Cathy joked hugging
Missy to her while they waited for the next bus to come.  "It was
like he was trying to shit and just saw a ghost at the same time.
 I never seen nothing like it before.  Poor thing couldn't help
it though, not with the way you were sucking him."

"His cum tasted funny.  Like old bread."

"Yea, some guys cum taste really bad, but you'll get used to it.
Here, chew some gum, it'll help wash out the taste," she said
handing her a stick of Double Mint.

"Does that happen a lot?  You meet guys on the bus?"

"Sometimes, but not all the time.  Your real money will be the
truck stops.  The guys there are lonely, horny and don't have a
lotta time so they just want to cum and go.  That's great for you
`cause you won't gotta spend too much time with just one guy."

"I like that." "I got it all figured out for us.  Since I know
more better how to set the guys up, I'll find the johns and
you'll fuck them.  While you're fucking one, I can be out looking
for another one so you'll have one ready to go when he's
finished.  We'll make twice what I usually do easy," she said
smiling as the bus stopped in front of them.

Missy climbed on thinking about all the money they'll make for
her daddy and how happy he will be with them.  Cathy paid and
they found a seat in the less crowded bus.  Missy began looking
around at all the people looking at the two of them.  It must not
be everyday they get to see two women dressed the way they are. 
She smiled at a black man about her mother's age.  He smiled
back.

"Momma, I think that man wants to fuck me," she whispered to her
pointing toward the black man staring at them.

"Well then, go talk to him.  Let him know you're working," she
said nudging her leg.  Missy smiled before getting up to sit in
the vacant seat beside him.

"Hi, I'm Missy," she said putting her hand on his leg.  He looked
at her smiling mother and then at the pint-sized whore's hand.

"I'm Gerald," he said extending his hand.  She took it for a
quick shake before returning her hand to his legs.

"You want to get off?" she asked using the line she heard her
mother use on the other man.

"WHAT?"

"I can make you get off.  I'm really good," she said grinning at
the large man.  He wasn't sure what to make of this young girl
and looked back toward the woman dressed like a whore she was
with.

"I don't think that's possible.  I'd split you in half," he
replied taking her hand from his leg.

"Please?" she begged pouching out her bottom lip and giving her
saddest face.

Looking down at the pitiful you girl he shook his head.  Surely
that old whore isn't making this little girl do this shit.  He
looked back to the older whore once he saw her getting up and
approaching.

"She's very pretty, isn't she?" Cathy said sitting on the other
side of him.  He ignored the new comer and looked straight ahead.
 Leaning closer she whispered into his ear. "Her pussy is very
tight and you can fuck her for $100."  The man's eyes flew opened
from surprise and nearly jumped from his seat.

"WHAT?!"  I think you two need to leave me alone, he said moving
over to the other side of the bus.  Cathy, not taking rejection
well, winked at Missy before joining the man across from where
Missy was sitting.

"If you'd rather, she'll suck your cock for only $50," she
groaned into his ear.  "She'll take your hard cock deep inside
her throat and suck you better than you've ever been sucked
before," she breathed just above a whisper.  He swallowed hard,
staring at the small girl sitting across from him.

"I....I, hum, I don't know," he said shifting in his seat trying
to keep his erection from becoming noticeable.

"Come on, we'll get off at the next stop and find a nice, quiet
place and you can fuck her and cum inside of  her tight, little
pussy, mmmm, how does that sound?"

"I, uh, don't have a hundred bucks."

"How much do you have?"

"Uh, maybe $70 or $80.  But I don't think it's possible for me to
fuck her."

"Why not?"  He looked down.

Looking toward his lap Cathy's eyes widened with surprise.  The
man's cock was fully hard and snaked down the side of his leg
more that half way to his knee and the bulky size made a fat
bulge all the way down to the plumb-sized head.  She swallowed
hard.  That monster would be a lot for her to take, let alone
little Missy.

"Maybe I could fuck you instead?" the man suggested with a smile.
 Her eyes never left the man's lap and she slowly reached for it,
giving it a little squeeze.  She just had to see if it was for
real.  Looking at Missy, she gulped.

The girl was young but experienced.  She's been training her
whole life for this and didn't want to rob her of the opportunity
to feel a really large cock inside of her.  After all, they don't
come around everyday and she may not have another chance to have
one of this size of a long time.

"I think she can take you.  She's not a virgin, you know.  Hell,
she's far from it."

"I don't want to hurt her."

"You won't.  She can handle it, I'm sure.  But if she can't, I'll
let you fuck me instead for free, okay?"

He looked at the scrawny kid with her legs parted wide to expose
the fact she wasn't wearing panties and reached for the stop
string.  She was tiny and had to be super tight, but he'd try her
out.  The worse thing possible is that he wouldn't fit but could
fuck the old whore and not have to pay for it.  He smiled as the
bus came to a stop and the three of them headed for the exit.

***

It was thick and heavy like lead.  Holding his balls in the palm
of her hand, the head of his giant cock reached to the bend of
her arm and was thicker than her ankle.  It was by far the
biggest cock she'd ever seen and she's seen quite a few.  Leaning
forward, she pushed the globular head between her stretched lips,
feeling it crowd her mouth and pushed her tongue out of the way.
The crown rubbed against the roof of her mouth while her tongue
was smashed to the bottom.  She gagged as it touched the back of
her throat.

There would be no way possible she could take it any further into
her mouth.  She sucked, tasting the pre-cum leaking down her
throat.  Saliva ran from her mouth and dripped down her arm as it
stretched her mouth too wide to swallow.  She pulled it free,
gasping for air.

"I told you she couldn't handle me," the man said turning to
Cathy expecting her to take over.

"That's just her mouth.  She'll take you inside her pussy, you'll
see."  Gerald shook his head but figured he'd let her try.  After
she started screaming in pain, he'd shove his gigantic cock into
the old whore, he was sure she could handle him.

They were behind an old closed business where the broken security
light had never been repaired, leaving the area in darkness. 
Just enough light from the streetlight made it possible for them
to see, but not well.  The old air conditioning unit would make a
good table to fuck the little whore one and he harshly pushed her
onto it, moving between her parted legs.

Like a pig waiting for slaughter, she laid there, her neck
crooked against the brick wall, her back bowed and her legs
spread ready for what she's been trained to do her entire life. 
She was wet, mostly from the three dates she had after school,
but also from the lube her mother applied before dressing her. 
She'd need it for her ass and also got some for her pussy as
well.

The swollen head began splitting her hairless crack, enlarging
the opening wider than it had ever been before.  She grunted as
the ridges of the crown popped inside, lodging the thick head
inside.  Both sighed at the sensation of her elastic crevice.  He
held still for several long seconds, allowing her to get
accustomed to the stretched feeling.

Her tightness was squeezing him out, resisting the intrusion and
he felt the bulging phallus bending at the center.  He applied
more pressure, sending in a little more, feeling it dragging
against her distended crack.  Gerald cried out as she tensed,
applying more pressure to his already constricted cock.

Cathy stood next to them watching as inch-by-inch the bloated
cock disappeared into Missy's widened hole.  Even she was
impressed that she could handle a cock of that size and reached
out to their union.  It was so thick that Cathy's fingers weren't
able to wrap around it and she leisurely began to stroke the
portion remaining outside of her daughter's pussy.

Slowly the amount of free space disappeared as more of the giant
rod slipped into Missy.  The girl's face was contorted, her eyes
tightly shut, her mouth hanging open like a fish gasping for air.
 Another inch went in and Cathy no longer had extra room to jerk
him off.

"OH FUCK!" the john cried out not able to keep from cumming and
both felt it twitching as several wads of cum flooded her
immature hole.  Cathy's hand became soaked as the pressure from
her tightness forced the sperm out.  He remained inside of her
until he was too soft and she expelled it with her tautness.

Still holding it like a black elephant's trunk, Cathy instructed
Missy to clean him up, still impressed that she was able to
handle a cock of that size.  She held it while Missy licked and
slurped, removing all traces of their recent coupling.

"Come on, girl, we gotta get moving," Cathy said pulling her up
by the arm.  "We're already late."

Gerald watched as the two whores left, turning the corner and
disappearing from his sight.  He would have never believed that
little girl could take him, but damn it, she did!  He smiled
thinking of her tight snatch and squeezed his cock, getting the
last drop out.  Pulling up his pants he figured that was the best
$80 he's ever spent.

~ end of part 2