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Prostitute's Daughter (MFf, ped, prost)
by Varangien (Kesper@nls.net)
Date: 4/00
***
"Darling, I'm going out to the garage apartment to meet with Mr.
Evans. It's almost eight and you know how prompt the man is."
"He's not your favorite, is he?" the blond teenager replied in
sympathy.
"Hardly! He always insists on getting atop me even though he's so
large, so fat."
"That's very inconsiderate of him," the pretty young girl remarked
as she gathered her books from the dining room table.
"Indeed it is, and I intend to get rid of the boor as soon as can
I replace him with another visitor for Tuesdays."
"Do you have any prospects?" the girl asked as she casually
reached under her plaid skirt to scratch an itch.
"Actually I do. He's a charming man of about sixty who owns a
small machine shop. Smitty introduced him to me."
"Smitty, the love of your life," the girl smirked at her mother.
"Certainly not! He pays like the rest, although it's true that I
look forward to his visits. Now go do your homework. I'll be
back in a couple of hours as usual."
* * *
Emma waited for forty minutes in the elegant flat above her garage
that was tasteful in every respect and which had a wet bar for her
clients. The porcine Evans did not show, and the woman was
pleased, although she regretted the loss of $250. She was also a
little irked, as she was whenever a client dropped her. She was
somewhat pretty, although she always worried about her smallish
breasts. And all the men believed her claim to be just twenty
six. Why would the fat man not return, she wondered? He could
easily afford her fee.
She rose from the leather chair, turned off the lights and went
down the stairs resolved to call Smitty in the morning and arrange
a replacement for Tuesdays. What was that old man's name, she
mused and then remembered: Donaldson. He seemed to be a sweet man
and very neat, a recent widower.
When Emma entered the back door of the house she heard an ungodly
racket coming from Becky's room, supposedly music but a universe
removed from Bach and Mozart. Because it would be fruitless to
shout, the woman climbed the stairs to her daughter's bedroom.
Becky lay on the bed surrounded by books, naked except for her
panties. She was a lovely sight, Emma acknowledged not for the
first time. The sixteen year old could easily pass for fourteen,
which in the mother's opinion was something positive, but not so
for the daughter, who wanted to pass for eighteen.
Becky clicked off the music, when she saw her mother enter the
room.
"No show, Emma? she asked, addressing her mother in the usual
manner. To the world Emma was twenty six and the girl's older
sister, although she had, in fact, given birth to Becky when she
was scarcely fourteen.
"Just as well, I suppose," the woman said as she sat on the edge
of the bed and placed a hand on her daughter's slender thigh,
feeling its young softness.
"But now we'll have to do without the two fifty," the girl
groused, realizing that she would need to wait for that cute dress
she wanted her mother to buy her.
"I'll make it up later this month, sweetie," Emma assured her
daughter, leaning down and lightly kissing the girl's lips with a
hand on an almost mature tit. Mr. Olszewski wants a week end
special."
"Oh great!" Becky cried in delight. "Then I can have Alice over
for two days!"
"What do you see in that dyke, darling?" Emma asked as she laid
beside her daughter. "You aren't really a lesbian, are you?"
"I like the pleasure, Mommy," she replied shyly, addressing Emma
as she did when only in bed. "And you won't let me go with boys."
"Of course I won't. Why should you give away your preciousness
for free the way I did?"
"But you were raped, Mommy, when you were just a little girl."
"It wasn't actually rape, darling. I must confess that I wanted
it, even though I was just eleven. I flaunted my body at Jack,
Aunt Sally's late husband. I went into his bedroom one Saturday
morning when we were alone in the house clad just in panties, like
you are now. But my boobs were smaller than yours. They were
just beginning. I was excited when he took me, but perhaps it was
rape when he wouldn't stop and kept hurting me with his huge
thing, although I cried and pushed at him with my hands."
"So he's my daddy," Becky remarked in disgust.
"He was not a bad man, darling. He was kind, and I came to enjoy
doing it with him. We made love together, at least I thought it
was love. After a couple of years I got pregnant with you."
A long silent pause ensued as daughter and mother snuggled in an
embrace.
"I feel antsy, Mommy." the girl whispered, squirming her lower
body against the woman.
"I'll sleep with you tonight, darling."
* * *
"How much do you think someone will pay for me, for my first
time?" Becky asked as she sat at the kitchen table the next
morning finishing her breakfast.
"I'm hoping for a few thousand, dearest, and I want it to be your
only time for money."
"That's all right with me, Emma. Guys don't really turn me on."
"Well, you may change your mind, girl," the woman said forcefully,
turning from the stove to face her daughter. "Promise me that
you'll try it with at least a couple of boys."
"I suppose," the girl replied without enthusiasm
Becky was dressed for school in a plaid skirt and white blouse
which revealed calves and arms that were shapely and not skinny.
Her blond hair was tied in a pony tail, and her angelic, oval face
looked younger than sixteen.
She knew that it would happen before long, that she would go with
a man to the garage apartment, a man of her mother's choosing.
She knew that it would hurt, but that she would be well paid for
the pain. She did not look forward to the ordeal, but she
accepted it as inevitable. "It's better to be hurt for money,"
her mother had always said, "than for a guy's pleasure."
"You'd better hurry, darling," Emma admonished her daughter with a
smile. "You'll miss the bus."
The pretty girl, just 60 inches tall, rose from the table and
slung her book bag over a shoulder.
"And try to stay away from Alice," her mother said with a wink.
"You don't need her to give you pleasure."
Becky left the kitchen and went out the back door. Emma didn't
understand, she thought as she walked down the driveway. She
loved Alice.
* * *
"Mr. Donaldson," Emma spoke into the telephone receiver, "I really
enjoyed our lunch the other day. Uh . . . Smitty said that you
might be interested in my services. I have an opening on
Tuesdays."
"Why yes, Ms. Geesson," the man replied in a loud voice, the noise
of an air compressor roaring in the background. "I'm eager to
discuss an arrangement. Perhaps we could meet."
"I'm free today, Mr. Donaldson."
"Splendid, but I can't get away until about three."
Emma gave the man her address and put the phone down very pleased
to have snagged a new client. She wondered what his kink would
be. She did everything except anal.
* * *
Emma watched from the front window as the man got out of his car
and walked toward the house. He was of medium height and build,
not at all fat, and his face did not look really old; there was a
merriness in it, in his smile. She could see a twinkle in his
eye. She was pleased with him.
"Mr. Donaldson," she greeted him at the door.
"Ms. Geesson," he replied with a charming smile and entered the
house.
"Such a comfortable home," he remarked turning his head to survey
the living room.
"It's small but sufficient for my younger sister and me," Emma
responded gracefully. "But perhaps you'd like to inspect my
garage apartment. I have some refreshments laid out there."
"I'd be most delighted, Ms. Geesson. Smitty has remarked upon
that place quite favorably."
"That's so kind of him."
"It's a shame I must wait six entire days to visit you."
"We can visit this afternoon, Mr. Donaldson, if you like: a
courtesy for a potential client."
"That's most thoughtful of you, Ms. Geesson; may I call you
Emma."
"Yes, of course, Mr. Donaldson -- Jack."
The two of them went to the garage and climbed the stairs to the
apartment above.
"This is really very lovely, Emma," the man said, actually
impressed by the tastefully furnished quarters.
"Would you care for a drink, Jack? And here are some things to
nibble on."
"Perhaps later," he replied with a certain look.
"Yes, later," Emma responded with a touch to the man's cheek.
They kissed and then went through the awkward, tedious banality of
disrobing.
Jack stood naked with his impressive member jutting straight out
as Emma undid her bra and pushed down her panties.
"You are truly magnificent, Emma," the man gasped. He had not
seen a young female body in over forty years. He had been
rigorously faithful to his late wife, the only woman he had ever
known.
They reclined slowly onto the bed.
"I want to taste you" Emma murmured between kisses, half believing
her words. "How long has it been, Jack?"
"Almost two years," the man gasped as the woman's lips slid past
his glans and began to suck gently.
But Emma did not tarry there. She knew from long experience what
the man needed. She scooted up and straddled his body, sinking
hers onto the large cock that filled her pleasantly.
She smiled down at the man's face which looked back in ecstatic
amazement.
"Ogle me, darling. Am I young and pretty? Touch these fresh
thighs and soft boobs."
"Oh, Christ, I've never seen anyone lovelier" Jack gasped and
caressed her flesh. He groaned loudly, when Emma moved a couple
of times up and down on his cock.
"You won't last long this time, dearest," she said in a husky
voice. "Kiss me and take your pleasure."
Emma leaned down and kissed the man who began to pound in and out
of her, quickly bringing himself off with excited noises uttered
into her mouth.
Her mind was very alert as they lay beside each other after his
orgasm. How would he respond, she wondered, now that his lust had
been assuaged by a whore? Would he be disgusted with himself and
want to leave immediately? Would he become aloof and distant?
Would he get abusive?
"That was so marvelous, Emma," he said and kissed her lips
affectionately. "I'm sorry I didn't give you pleasure."
"Perhaps another time, Jack, but understand that I never fake it."
"No, you wouldn't, would you? Tuesdays shall become my most
treasured time of the week."
"Do you want to go for it again?" Emma asked, petting the man's
cheek, already knowing the answer but wanting to flatter him.
"If I were twenty years younger!" he replied smiling grandly into
her face. Then his expression became more serious. "We must
mention some awkward, worldly things."
"The fee will be $250 for ninety minutes. If you want more time
on Tuesdays or perhaps a week end, we can arrange that. Today we
did it just for getting to know each other."
Jack moved lower and sucked on one of Emma's modest tits, and she
smiled in satisfaction, fondling his head.
* * *
They walked back to the house in good spirits, hand in hand.
Becky was sitting in the kitchen eating a jelly sandwich, her book
bag on the floor, her plaid skirt hitched above her knees to
reveal the pale flesh of her lower thighs.
"Jack," Emma said, disguising the dismay at her daughter's early
return from school, "this is my baby sister, Becky."
"She's hardly a baby," the man blurted out, ogling the pretty
blond girl.
"Becky, this is Mr. Donaldson."
The girl extended her hand and the man took it, and held it as he
gazed with obvious longing into the face of the exquisite young
thing.
"I'm so pleased to meet you, Becky," Jack finally choked out,
overwhelmed by her beauty, so incredibly fresh.
"How do you do, Mr. Donaldson," she replied in a soprano voice
with the lilt of a child.
Emma immediately noticed the affectation, which, however, seemed
to have an effect, because Jack appeared to tremble at the sound
of it.
"Mr. Donaldson was just leaving. He has a business to look after,
one with a lot of noisy machines."
Emma smiled as she spoke, hoping to lighten the moment, but Jack
still held Becky's hand and continued to stare into her young
face.
"Yes," he said abruptly, letting go of the girl's hand. "I have
to get back to the shop."
Emma escorted the man to the front door, but before he left he
could not resist turning his head for another look at Becky whose
two hands were on her bare thighs, the plaid skirt pushed up
provocatively.
"Becky! That was very unkind of you," Emma exclaimed after the
front door was closed behind the agitated man.
"He's the one who's going to do me, isn't he?"
"We don't know that yet, girl."
"I'd like him to."
"It's not a matter of like, it's one of readiness to pay. He's a
sweet man, but I don't know if he has the money."
"Am I really that precious?"
"Yes, yes, you are."
* * *
Emma sat in the leather chair with anticipation, awaiting the
arrival of Smitty, who of all her clients was the only one capable
of giving her an orgasm. She refused to acknowledge that she was
in love with the man, but it was something like that. When she
heard a car door shut in the driveway below, she trembled
slightly.
The door opened and the large man walked in. He was handsome,
graying at the temples, built like a retired football player who
had kept in shape. Emma was on her feet immediately and the two
of them embraced.
"Have you missed me?" she whispered eagerly, her face pressed to a
large shoulder.
"As always, Emma," the man responded sincerely, nuzzling his chin
on the top of her light brown hair.
"Can you stay long?"
"Just for an hour or so. I have to be home by eight. The family
has a birthday surprise for me."
"Happy birthday, Smitty," Emma gushed like a school girl and
raised her face for a kiss.
Theirs was not a normal whore-john relationship, although the man
paid his fee. Smitty had a genuine affection for the lovely
woman, which was reinforced by Emma's talented willingness to do
things in bed that would make his prim, convent educated wife gag
in disgust. Still he valued his family, especially his three
children, and never once gave the least thought to abandoning them
for Emma. The woman understood this in frustrated resignation.
She was just a whore, she thought, hardly a homewrecker. They
never exchanged love words, although they made up for it in the
passion of their physical intimacy.
They were quickly naked and lying on the bed, kissing and pushing
their bodies together, eager to begin.
"You may do me in the rear," Emma gasped in excitement.
She had offered this to Smitty many times before. The man knew it
was the only physical act she had never experienced, something
special, available only to him.
"No, Emma," he replied as he always did. "I could give you no
pleasure that way."
"May I taste you," she begged, biting his earlobe in her frenzy,
"all the way?"
"Yes, if you want. I'd like that," he replied, knowing the
woman's incredible talent, knowing she would swallow all his stuff
as a gesture of her affection.
He relaxed on his back and allowed the pretty woman to lick and
nibble his flesh. She had sometimes sucked his toes, but this
evening she went straight to his impressive cock and took it
immediately into her mouth.
Emma brought the man off quickly and indeed she swallowed all his
seed, even the last dollop, which she coaxed from his member with
a pump of her hand.
"May I use your knee for awhile?" she asked as she had done so
often before in such situations, and without a word of assent she
straddled the man's leg and rubbed her pussy against his knee
until she cried out in orgasm.
For the moment they were sated, but they knew they had some
serious, wonderful fucking ahead of them. After some minutes of
wordless cuddling, Emma leaned down, took Smitty's flaccid penis
into her mouth and sucked it to tumescence. Then she lay on her
back, knees high, and received the man between her widely spread
legs for an ecstatic session of ten or fifteen minutes during
which she almost lost consciousness.
* * *
There was still some minutes left for chatting after they had
satisfied each other thoroughly. Smitty commented again on one of
Emma's most rigid convictions.
"I think that Becky should find a boy and do it in the normal
way," he remarked.
"But the boy would be the only one to benefit from that. He would
get his pleasure and the girl would be left weeping in pain."
"Not all girls are hurt badly the first time. I remember one who
actually enjoyed it before I was finished."
"Even a small pain deserves compensation," Emma insisted.
"But wouldn't you feel badly having an older man do it, a complete
stranger? Don't you think that coupling with a boy she knows and
perhaps likes would lessen the trauma?"
"It won't be a stranger, Smitty, because she's known you for years
and she likes you."
"You can't be serious, Emma. I have two daughters about her age."
The woman cocked her head and gave the man a knowing look.
"I resent that expression of yours," he stated with some heat. "I
don't lust after children and certainly not my daughters."
"She's hardly a child, but I'm sorry, Smitty. I made a mistake.
I thought you might want to go to bed with a pretty young girl
like most men do. I wanted it to be a present from me."
"But you've always said the guy would have to pay."
"Oh, you would have to pay, of course. But it would still be a
gift, because a guy can't just go out to a mall and buy a girl
like Becky."
"I'll save my money."
"I understand, Smitty. I won't mention it again."
Calm was restored and the two of them enjoyed a light embrace as
they cat napped.
"Smitty." Emma's voice was very quiet. "Am I too young for you?"
"Not quite, but almost," he replied, moving on the young woman,
deciding he had enough time for another go.
Chapter Two
"Becky, there's a problem about spending the weekend together."
It was Alice speaking on the phone.
"You can't come over?" Becky replied with a hint of dismay in her
voice.
"Well, yes I can. Mom and Dad have gone out of town with my aunt
and uncle from California. In fact you could come over here and
spend the weekend. The problem is that I have to look after my
cousin, Kevin."
"You're babysitting," Becky stated with annoyance.
"Not actually. He's too old for babysitting. I just have to be
with him. He's thirteen."
"Is he a pest? Will he get in our way?"
"I'm not certain, because I don't really know the boy. Come on
over and we'll see how it works out."
Becky hung up the receiver feeling a great disappointment. She
had been looking forward to playing around the house naked with
Alice, getting and giving pleasure on a whim, at any time, in
total relaxation. Now they would have to deal with a pimply faced
boy who would probably spy on them.
* * *
Alice saw Becky coming up the walk with an overnight bag strapped
over her shoulder and waited for her at the open front door. She
smiled at her lover and gave a slight wave of the hand, when she
was almost to the porch. The two teenagers embraced and kissed
passionately in the doorway.
"Hey, lezbo action," an adolescent voice cracked in derision, the
sound of which brought the two girls immediately alert and apart.
"Becky this is Kevin," Alice said after catching her breath.
He stood as tall as Becky and just a few inches shorter than
Alice. Like Becky he was quite blond and his unblemished cheeks
looked very fresh. His pleasant face was still boyish; there was
not yet a hint in it of the man he would become. But Becky knew
instantly that the lad was trouble, because of his half sneering
expression and the manner in which he held his body with such
confidence.
"Hello Kevin," Becky said calmly, looking straight into the boy's
face.
He stared back without a flinch.
"You must the passive one," he remarked with a smirk, turned and
went deeper into the house.
"He's odious," Becky declared vehemently as she watched the boy
swagger off. "He'll spoil our weekend."
"Not entirely, darling," Alice cooed. "We'll still have the
nights together in my bedroom."
"But it's not what we had planned on," Becky complained.
"I know, darling, I know. We'll just have to make the best of
it."
Alice embraced the younger girl again. At seventeen she was ten
months older than the pretty blond. Her nose rested on the top of
Becky's flaxen head The smaller girl reached up and caressed a
breast larger than her palm, causing Alice to squirm in delight.
"Later, precious. Soon," the dark haired girl promised.
* * *
Fortunately for the girls Kevin preferred to sit in the family
room watching television for most of the afternoon. They lay on
Alice's bed and made love, pleasuring each other with most of
their clothes on.
"I hate boys," Becky declared later, as they relaxed, their
passions again under control. Her face nuzzled at Alice's neck.
"I don't," her lover replied softly,
Becky quickly raised herself onto an elbow and looked down at
Alice with an expression of incredulity.
"But you're a lesbian! You're the one who seduced me."
"It didn't take much seduction, darling. And besides we were just
six graders on that first sleep over."
"Do you actually want a boy to shove himself inside you?"
"I'm very curious," Alice replied with a sigh. "The problem is
that if you go with a guy and let him do it, he hangs around and
wants it again and again as if you belong to him."
Becky snuggled to the larger girl. She knew that it would happen
to her before long with an old man of her mother's choosing.
"Becky," Alice whispered, "I've just had an awfully naughty idea.
Kevin goes back to California on Monday. We could use him for the
weekend and then he'd be gone."
"You can't be serious," Beck exclaimed, raising again on an elbow
to stare at her friend.
"What could be better?" Alice replied with enthusiasm. "We'd find
out what it feels like and he wouldn't stay here to tattle or
bother us."
"But he's just a kid. His cock can't be very big."
"Well, it certainly must be larger than a baby's, and if it is
small he might not hurt us too much, you know, on our first time."
Becky thought about letting herself be taken by that little snot
and then about doing it with some old man, some tubby, wrinkled
guy with grey hairs on breasts larger than hers, someone chosen by
her mother. She felt rebellious.
"Okay," she said in a quiet voice.
"Okay? Do you really mean it?" Alice asked in great excitement,
pulling her friend to her tightly.
"Ya, let's do it. But do you think he'll go along?"
"He's a male, Becky. All we'll have to do is flaunt ourselves and
even that little pig head will get the message."
"We could walk in on him naked," Becky suggested.
"No, I don't think that would be the best way. He might feel
superior somehow."
"Well, how about dressing real sexy and not resist when he touches
us. You know he'll touch us, if he thinks he has a chance."
"I could put on my bikini," Alice said, "but what about you?"
"Do you have a shrunken T-shirt from when you were ten? Something
like that and just my panties would be enough.
The girls squirmed together and giggled in uproarious delight.
* * *
Kevin looked up from the television set when the two girls came
into the room. His mouth gaped in astonishment at the sight of
his cousin clad in a bikini. Her fully developed limbs were just
a bit more than slender, and above the slight round of her belly
large breasts threatened the integrity of her bra's fabric. The
other girl's attraction was more subtle, but it was the sight of
her that caused the lad to sprout a boner. Her svelte body seemed
to shimmer in a magic blondness. He yearned to stroke her
slender limbs, to play with them. An undersized T-shirt enhanced
her small breasts and exposed a flat tummy that made the boy's
mouth water.
"What do you want?" he said too loudly in an anxious voice,
suddenly fearful.
"Perhaps we want to demonstrate that we're not lesbians," Alice
said in a soothing voice, going over to the boy and sitting next
to him on the couch.
"Do you want to touch us, Kevin?" Becky said, standing closely in
front of the boy, his eyes level with her panties and its
unmistakable indentation.
The boy was almost in a panic, and he clutched his groin
involuntarily as he ogled Becky's upper thighs and her inviting
panties just inches away from his mouth.
Alice took his hand and brought it gently to a large, soft tit.
Kevin held his breath in surprise until he had to gasp for air.
"Are you ready to be a man, Kevin?" the older girl almost hissed
into his ear. "You can have the two of us for the whole weekend."
The boy cried out and spewed into his underpants.
Becky, whose mother had told her numerous stories about men and
boys, understood the lad's shock. She took his hand and pulled
him to his feet.
"Let's take a shower together, Kevin," she said sweetly and led
him, half stumbling to the bathroom.
* * *
Kevin regained his composure and his usual arrogance, after a few
moments in the bathroom, naked with the girls, in and out of the
cramped shower stall. He was especially pleased by their excited,
whispered comments about the size of his cock. But he could not
take charge of the situation, because he didn't know how to
proceed. He had never fucked before. He didn't know the anatomy.
The kissing, touching and feeling that went on in that moist, hot
room was beyond his wildest masturbatory fantasies. Did they
really intend to do it, to go all the way?
He allowed Becky to lead him by the hand back to the bedroom. The
girls giggled incessantly. What followed was a confusion of
unrehearsed groping, squeals and wrestling on the bed. The boy
found himself atop Becky with Alice bending close to position his
rigid cock at the girl's guarded vagina. With the instinct of a
rabbit he pushed forward and after some effort broke through into
a warm tightness as the girl screamed in pain. Becky pushed at
him desperately, not wanting any more of the hurt, but the boy
continued to plunge in and out until Alice pulled him away and
threw him off the unfortunate girl.
"She's hurting, you asshole," Alice scolded the surprised boy who
had been near to orgasm.
"I'm hurting too, Alice," Kevin pouted, stroking his good-sized
cock.
"Then get on top of me and give me my turn," she barked, lying
flat on her back, legs widely apart, knees high.
Becky still whimpered beside them as the boy easily ripped Alice's
hymen.
"Ow," she exclaimed at the mild sting, but the hurt was not too
awful. She was able to appreciate the novel feel of the boy's
cock inside her. She liked it. Kevin soon emitted staccato
shouts and then fell off her body. Alice regretted that it was
over so quickly.
* * *
Becky, however, was glad to be done with the boy, and she returned
to the bathroom to shower off the blood that smeared her thighs.
Alice and Kevin were then preparing themselves for another go.
She didn't want it again. Once was enough, she decided, as she
gently washed her sore groin under the pelting warm spray. The
sound of the shower concealed cries of delight that filled the
next room. Becky relaxed in the steam and the hot water and began
to wash her hair.
* * *
For the remainder of the weekend Alice and Kevin seemed to fuck
incessantly. Once Becky stood naked in the doorway and watched
them with Kevin on top. He turned his head slightly to grin at
her without interrupting his rhythm of forceful plunges that soon
sent Alice completely out of control. When the girl lay still,
breathing heavily through her nostrils, her eyes closed and her
upper teeth still gripping her lower lip, the boy got up from the
bed and faced Becky.
"Come on, Becky," he said imperiously, wagging his rather large
cock at her with his right hand. "I've saved this squirt for
you."
"Please do it, darling," Alice pleaded. "I need some relief from
this monster."
The blond girl stared at the blond boy who stood facing her a few
feet away, smirking in the most impudent arrogance. He was
stunningly beautiful, she thought; a lovely, hairless boy with the
body of a half grown man. She was about to surrender herself to
him, when he stepped forward, grabbed one her breasts roughly and
said with a sneer, "Let's do it here on the floor. I'll be on
top."
The momentary spell was broken. Becky shoved the boy away with
both hands and snarled at him wordlessly. She turned and left the
room full of anger.
"You can have Alice when I'm finished with her, lezbo," the boy
taunted in a soprano voice that cracked.
She went down stairs, and behind her she heard Alice exclaim, "not
again!" But there was a giggle in her friend's voice. Becky
detested the crude, disgusting boy, but she could not shake from
her mind the image of his young beauty. She resolved to find a
pretty boy for herself, perhaps in the playground of the middle
school which was adjacent to her high school. She would tame a
lovely boy.
Becky spent hours in front of the television watching programs
that did not interest her in the least. Her hole was still tender
each time she pushed a couple of fingers into it. But it didn't
hurt to rub herself to pleasure. The girl wanted Kevin to be gone
from her life. She wanted to return with Alice to their
comfortable routine of kissing and licking.
And she wanted to find a shy, pretty boy.
On Sunday evening, when Becky prepared to return home, she allowed
Kevin to kiss her good bye and feel again one of her lovely tits.
"Do you have any money, Kevin?" she asked him sweetly.
"I have a few dollars," he replied, pulling a handful of crumpled
bills from his pocket.
"Let me have one of them, please." the girl asked and held out her
hand.
The boy, totally confused, handed her a dollar bill.
Alice then came up to them and the girls kissed passionately.
"Can you sleep over tomorrow night?" Becky asked with a sadness in
her face. "We didn't do much together."
"Of course, darling. And we'll be able to put our fingers into
each other after this weekend."
"Could we do it now?" Becky asked plaintively. "I could stay a
little longer."
"Not now, sweetest. Kevin and I want to get in one last fuck
before our parents return."
As Becky walked from the house in the gathering dusk, she felt
betrayed by her lover, yet she forgave her and looked forward to
the following evening.
* * *
When Becky approached her house, she saw Emma getting out of Mr.
Olszewski's Lincoln Towncar which was stopped in the driveway.
The woman retrieved a small suitcase from the back seat, walked
around the car and put her face through the opening of the
driver's window to receive a brief kiss. She then straightened as
the car backed slowly down the driveway past Becky who waited for
it on the sidewalk. The girl caught a glimpse of the bald, old
man who could afford a thousand dollars for a weekend with her
mother.
"Becky," Emma asked as the girl approached her. "Where have you
been?" nodding her head at the girl's overnight bag.
"I spent the weekend at Alice's house," Becky replied in a morose
tone of voice.
"What's wrong, dearest? Did you and Alice quarrel."
"No, it was nothing like that."
"Let's go inside, darling. Are you hungry?"
"No, Mommy. I want to go right to bed. Will you sleep with me
tonight?"
Emma knew for a certainty that something was amiss, but she
decided not to pry. She understood that Becky would tell her soon
enough.
"Yes, darling. "We'll go straight to bed."
* * *
The weekend had not exhausted Emma, because what the old man
really wanted was companionship; he had gotten it up only a couple
of times. She stepped out of her panties and stood beside the bed
to gaze at the loveliness of her naked daughter, who reclined on
top of the quilt, her head on a pillow, her eyes closed. The
girl's body was a slightly smaller copy of her own, and, at age
sixteen, Becky would probably not grow much larger.
Emma laid next to her daughter and took a roseate nipple between
her lips. She was eager to lick the girl to pleasure, and she
knew that Becky would reciprocate. They would do each other a
couple of times before dawn.
They kissed gently as the woman touched the smoothness of the
girl's inner thigh and then brushed her fingers lightly across
Becky's pubic bush.
"You can put your fingers into me now, Mommy," Becky whispered.
The startled woman did that immediately, inserting two fingers up
to the second knuckles.
"It's still sore," the girl complained and pulled her mother's
hand away from her groin.
"Who did this to you?" Emma demanded to know with great
indignation, sitting up on the bed. "Did some man rape you,
darling," she continued with a softer voice.
"It wasn't rape. I wanted him to do it."
"Who?" the woman almost screamed.
Becky then told her mother the entire story; about Kevin, about
the hurt, about everything.
"He was only thirteen?" Emma asked again, secretly amused.
"He's as tall as I, and his cock is not small. I won't ever see
him again. He's returning to California tomorrow."
"Did you like the boy?"
"He's a snot."
"So it's just like I've always told you. The guy hurts you, gets
his pleasure and then runs off."
"He didn't get his pleasure inside me. Alice pushed him off,
because I was crying so hard.
"Still he hurt you, and he must now be feeling very good about
himself."
"He paid me, Mommy, not much, but his dollar meant as much to him
as a thousand means to Mr. Olszewski."
"Well, that's something. Now let me kiss your owie and make it
feel better."
END