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Prelude:
There were no locks on the door. Just an unwritten rule that had worked
for every day that Carol Brazil could remember. That's why Carol was more
disturbed at the unexpected entry miffed at being caught masturbating.
Her Mother swallowed hard, all thoughts of her original reason for
disturbing her daughter forgotten. Her head dizzy, she moved to Carol's
messy desk and pulled out her chair.
Opal sat in silence in front of her daughter. What could she say to her
youngest child that could make a difference? Her mind snapped back to her
her own mother and her warning of trouble.
***
[Manila, the Philippines. 5 A.M.]
"Opal Jewel Nastia, I want to know where you have been ALL NIGHT LONG!"
The answer obvious, the evidence washed away, but never forgotten.
Opal hung her head in shame. "I...I can't mother."
Nadine Nastia shook her head at her errant daughter. She sighed once
and instead of flying off in a mothers tirade, she simply took off her
ever present bathroom slippers and began to rub her stocking feet. Opal
saw the calf high stockings and with a hope of forestalling her terrible
punishment, slipped from her own chair, went to her mother, kneeled and
began rubbing her aching feet.
Opal looked up at her mother. The fourteen year old girl gathered her
courage and met her mothers gaze. She saw her mother's open hand, lift
as if to slap her face, but instead, gently caressed her jet black hair.
As Nadia caressed her daughters cheek, she spoke softly.
"Opal, how many men? The truth."
Opal took a quick breath. How could she have known? It was too quick
for word to get around their small village. Just on the outskirts of the
city, their village was small and mainly survived due to business from the
American Air Base. Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her mothers foot and
gently cleared her throat before speaking.
"Ten."
Nadia took a deep breath. Her daughter hadn't been as loose and fast
as she had been herself at that age. Nadia remembered twice that many
when the change came out her.
"Stand up, Opal."
"Yes Mother." Opal stood up. The woman was barely over five feet tall.
The average height for people from her village. The only thing that seemed
out of place were her breasts. Well over the normal endownment of other
women and girls that she knew, Nadia knew that such large breasts on such
a small pretty girl would make her a target for men of a lustful nature.
Nadia smiled, putting her daughter at ease. "Just eight? I see. How
do you feel now? Do you want more?"
Young Opal collasped at her mothers feet, hugging her parents legs.
"Mother..." Her voice dropped to almost a whisper. "Yes. I want more.
I'm sorry Mother, I tried to be good. But it seems every time I get close
to a man...I belong to him. I'm sorry."
Opal had remembered how she fought the first man, how she was held down
by two others. She remembered how it all changed when the man exposed
himself to her, straddled her generous chest and demanded she opened her
mouth. Within minutes, her innocent young face was plastered with the
man's warm semen. Opal remembered the salty taste and the moment she
asked for more and then begged for more. Ten men later, every orifice
she possessed had been violated several times and she was forced to walk
home with the feel of the gang's sperm running from her tender young ass
and well used cunt till the slimy liquid seemed to pool in her mother's
stolen high heels.
To Opals surprise, Nadia held her emotions in check. "No. I understand.
It seems to be something our women...the women in our family go through."
"Mother, what can I do? I don't want to be a B-girl, but the money and
all those men..."
The old woman nodded again. "Of course you don't. The best way is to
do what I did. Get married and get married right away. Take out your
urges and desires on your husband."
Opal blinked. "But I'm only fourteen."
Her mother stroked her daughters hair once and stood, encouraging her
daughter to the same. The two stood almost eye to eye, with her daughter
being slightly taller then her mother. Nadia reached for her apron and
tied it behind her back.
"Perfect. I can take care of the details. You can go to America.!"
America! Fast cars, big buildings, everyone a millionaire! She knew
now how the american soldiers, some only a few years older then her own
fourteen years were driving cars and making more money then their entire
family. Her thoughts turned to curiosity.
***
[Waddapole, Hammertown County]
Opal's mind snapped back to the present. She could see that her young
daughter had inherited her mother small breasts and petite size. The
teenager hid her body behind a towel.
"Geez Mom, masturbating is normal and healthy. JR wacks his pee-pee
all the time and you don't say a thing."
Opal shook her head furiously. "That's...that's different. JR is a
boy and he's older. You are a girl and shouldn't be having any thoughts
about sex whatsoever! It must be that colored boy across the street."
Carol sighed and spoke before she could catch herself. "I wish."
Opal reached to slap her daughter, but stopped herself. Her mother
had handled everything, but these kids today! Carol always obeyed her
mother but sometimes would roll her eyes or balk at her mothers words.
"You wish? But that boys father..."
Carol grinned. "Mr. Larren? Aw, he's harmless too, Mom. I don't know
what you have against them." Carol's more then friendly relationship was
built on years of trust. She had an ongoing secret flirtation with the
older man. Her mother a widow of nine years had once trusted the man with
actually caring for her two hellions. It was only recently that her mother
seemed to change the way she thought of her long time neighbors. Carol
had noticed the change but continued her own friendship with her neighbors.
Opal actually wasn't surprised at her daughters attitude. In spite of
some prejudices learned early. She took pains not to pass on such thoughts
to her son and daughter. Opal changed her tactics and took a chance.
"Carol, are you still a virgin?"
The young teen didn't hesitate. "Of course, Mom. Just because every
other girl in town is fucking and sucking everything in sight doesn't mean
I will too. I'm saving myself for Bubba. If only he weren't so shy."
Opal grinned at her own relief and her daughters plans. The woman
was so relieved she didn't even comment on her daughters crude choice of
words. She briefly wondered about the type of kids the two might have.
Carol was smaller then petite and was blessed with a perfect body. Bubba,
her boy next door was well over six feet tall and also blessed with a
perfect body. In fact, in a wild daydream, she envisioned the two in
marital bliss and a dozen kids all with fat sports contract.
Opal seemed at peace, grateful that her daughter hadn't inherited
the same feelings she inherited at that age. Opal was grateful that her
daughter wouldn't be merely a plaything for a group of men, grateful that
unlike her, she wouldn't suck off one man and then beg for his friends too!
Thank goodness her mother made her get married at such an early age.
Only by wearing out her late husband had she been able to quench her
high charged urges. Sure, she'd slowed down some, but only because her
husband did as well. Not once during her married life did she ever
turn down her husbands advances.
No, her daughter Carol Ethel Brazil wasn't going to like her. Finally,
the cycle that had claimed her and every female ancestor had been broken.
No, Carol Brazil was going to be different. Certainly she could stir
her away from the same trouble she had went through at that age.
Carol Brazil, my daughter was not going to be like me.
Or...at least that's what she hoped. Opal reached out and stroked her
daughters hair. She had to tell her. The mother daughter bond reached
out and entwined the two. For a moment, Opal had her daughters courage
and spirit. She spoke as if she were in a trance.
"Carol, you are fifteen now. You are a state gymnast champion and I'll
always be proud of you. Olympics or not."
The youngest Brazil tried hard to understand her mother. There was a
calmness about her that Carol sensed. It soothed her. "Thanks...mom, um,
that's not all is there?"
Opal raised an eyebrow. "No. You should know that someday, maybe not,
but maybe someday you'll awaken as a young woman. Be ready. Try hard to
remember all of the things I taught you. Don't give in to temptation."
Carol rolled her eyes, but found she was caught by her mother truthful
gaze. "Mom, Sometimes I think of..." Her voice trailed off. The two had
grown slightly apart as of late. Carol couldn't bring herself to tell her
mother of the thoughts she had been having. Thoughts of the boy across the
street and terrible thoughts of another boy, meaner more hateful.
Opal winked and regarded her daughters almost natural state. This
seemed to break the spell for a moment. "We all do, Carol. Just remember
who you are and how I raised you." Opal glanced at her watch again.
"I...I must be going. Cook for JR, when you have a chance."
"I'll try not to poison the butthole." Carol shot back.
Opal sighed. The truce was over. Carol was a normal teenager, arguing
with her mother, testing her limits. "Just do it, Carol."
"Awww Mom...." A quieter voice. "Sure Mom. I'll make sure he eats
something besides junk."
Opal threw her little girl a random compliment. "Not all of us have a
perfect body like you, my little champion. If I had half your willpower and
strength, I'd be able to keep off those extra pounds. Oh and one last thing
and I'll leave to get dressed. I know you have a lot of things to do besides
stay in this room."
The implications were obvious. She was dropping a heavy for Carol to
get out of her room and NOT masturbate. Carol took the hint and started
reaching for her Waddapole High School football jersey. It was not a
coincidence the number belong to her unrequited love.
"What is it Mom?"
"Those High heels you bought for your school dance? YOU ARE NOT TO WEAR
THEM UNTIL THE DANCE!" Opal slammed the door. She wished she hadn't lost
her temper. But maybe, if she were stern enough. Perhaps if she were
watchful enough. Carol would have a different adolescence.
"Yes," She said out loud, "Carol will be different."
Carol jumped a bit at the slammed door. She dropped her towel, standing
nude in her room. Proud of her athletic body, she made a few muscles in the
full length mirror and opened her closet door. She eyed the heels her
mother had forbidden her to wear. She rubbed the smooth white open toed
pump, wondering if she should've insisted on a strap for the heel. That
Brandy! Carol felt her friend could talk her into anything.
Her mind raced a bit. "It's just a pair of heels, what's the big deal.
Geez, I'm only four nine after a guy who almost two feet taller then me.
I gotta wear 'em."
The tiny gymnast set the pump down and stepped into it. "Geez, their
high." She stepped out of the shoe and replaced it in it's box. Hearing
a car engine, she peeked out of the window and saw her mother pull out
of the driveway. Good. Fanning out her hair, she reclined on her bed
and gently felt her breasts. As her friend had taught her, she traced
lightly around the nipples and spread her legs. Licking her two fingers,
she brought her delicate touch to her smooth shaven peach.
Her mind drifted to thoughts of the fantasy. Carol gently traced along
her lips, skipping the small button of joy. She pictured Mr. Larren and
and her nipples tightened. A small breath and she pictured her brother,
JR. taking her in his arms.
'Whoa! JR? Eww...No way! Where did THAT come from?' Her eyes opened.
A deep breath and she began again.
A gentle circular motion and Carol trapped her small node teen between
two fingers and increased her forbidden masturbation. In her minds eye
Not Mr. Larren this time, but his son Bubba. Healthy, virile and strong.
The nicest guy she knew, the biggest boy in school. Her face grimaced as
her small slit moistened. Yes, this was the fantasy she wanted.
The little miss shuddered once, vibrated her swollen clitty and shuddered
again. Her back arched and she removed her hand to allow her quivering body
a chance to be still. "Mmmm, easy and quick." she murmured to herself. "Mmm
maybe too quick." Her visions melted away. It was always too quick when
she thought of Bubba Jr.
Carol remained balled in a slight fetal position, smiled and stretched.
She thought of a quick shower to remove the light dew from her perfect form.
"Mom's getting weirder everyday, what was that talk all about? I'm not
like her", Carol thought. "I'm different."
The youngster grabbed a towel and peeked out of her door. The coast
clear, she slipped into the bathroom and started the shower. She remembered
a babysitting job and forgot all thought of mother's conversation. The
young teen was sure that she was right. She wasn't like her mother.
She was going to be different.
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