Chapter 5
In pursuing our survey of how older men seduce younger girls, and the circumstances that conspire to bring such a seduction about, we find, that sometimes it is difficult to be certain whether the teenage girl was in actuality seduced by an older man, or if he was merely engineered by a young girl to seduce her.
Take, for example, the case of Nicole and her own transcription of how she wound up having sex with older men.
She was sixteen at the time of the interview. She was a dark-haired beauty with flashing dark eyes and extraordinarily large breasts for a girl her age. She was proud of the fact that she was able to excite older men. "I juice in my pants when I see that an older man's cock is getting hard looking at me," is the way she put it.
"I was six when I realized I could make an older man's dick hard. I was living in Georgia then. My Uncle George was visiting us and sometimes he'd babysit me when my folks went out. I liked to sit in his lap. I guess I was pretty restless because I kept squirming my little butt around a lot to make myself comfortable. After a few of these times I began to notice certain things. like whenever I did it, my Uncle Bill would start breathing hard, and he'd get a bulge in his lap and start staring at my legs. I didn't know what to make of it. The bigger the bulge got, the more uncomfortable it was sitting on it, and the more I wiggled around, which in turn made the bulge get bigger.
"I asked a friend of mine who was ten years old about it and she laughed. I'd never seen a boy naked before, so she took me in to see her brother who was only one year old. She pulled off his pants and his diaper and showed me his little thing. I didn't know it was called a cock just then, of course, but she said that my Uncle Bill had one of those in his pants, only much larger, and when I rubbed my ass she didn't use that word either, by the way against it, it got hard. The reason she know was because she sat on the laps of her male relations and it always happened. She said she sometimes made a game of it, to see how fast she could make it come up and see how hard it could get without them realizing what was happening, naturally.
"So I was curious. More than that, I was fascinated. I didn't doubt her for a minute. It seemed reasonable that Uncle Bill would have one of those things that the girl's brother had, only larger, and what else could it be growing in there? I could hardly wait for Uncle Bill to come over again for a visit, so I could sit in his lap. When he did, I kept climbing on board, but he kept shoving me off, and finally I guessed it was because my mother and father were there. I was pleased when my folks asked Uncle Bill if he could stick around while they went shopping. Uncle Bill said he'd be glad to. They were hardly out the door before I was up on Uncle Bill's lap. This time he didn't push me away. We sat there watching television, and I felt the lump of his cock under my ass, but it wasn't very big just then. I resolved to make it bigger if I could.
"I began wiggling around, and it wasn't long before I felt something prodding me from below. He was having a hard time concentrating on the television show, and I knew he was thinking of something else. I thought for a minute there he was going to shove me off his lap again, but he just murmured and kept me there. Once I even reached down under me, like I was going to smooth out my skirt, and my hand passed right over the bulge. It was funny. When my hand touched him there, he groaned and gritted his teeth.
"I noticed something else then. I'd been wiggling around so much, my skirt was up around my waist almost, and I was sitting in one of those positions my mother kept warning me wasn't very lady-like with my legs wide open. And Uncle
Bill was staring right up between my legs at the crotch of my panties!
"My first thought was to put my legs together, but then I started thinking. Uncle Bill wouldn't've stared at my crotch like that if my folks were around, just as he wouldn't've kept me on his lap with his cock getting hard. I wondered if maybe the two things were somehow related. How's that for being precocious?
"Anyway, I was having the time of my life with this new game. I kept wiggling around, while the bulge under me was pressing up against my ass like a big thick finger and Uncle Bill's face was getting redder and redder. Up to a point he'd tried to pretend he was watching TV, but after that point he just stared up my legs. Then he began moving his lap up toward me and sort of rotating his hips around. Suddenly, his hands gripped my arms and he muttered something under his breath and I felt the bulge lurch.
"Then he pushed me away from him and stood up, his face really red this time. He said he had to go to the bathroom, and he did in a hurry. I didn't know it then, but he'd come in his pants, and he'd had to rush in there to mop up the juice before it soaked through his underwear and stained the front of his pants. I asked my girlfriend about it the next day, and she told me what had happened. I thought that was even funnier than the bulge just getting hard.
"Every chance I had I'd sit in his lap after that to see if I could make him come. One time I was in my nightie, with no panties on at all, and I gave him a good close-up view of my cute little hairless pussy. He came in record time that session. A couple of times I put my head in his lap on the couch, and put my hands under my cheek, so the back of my fingers could rub against the bulge. That trick worked pretty well, too.
"Unfortunately, one time my father came into the room while I was sitting in Uncle Bill's lap and wiggling around. Uncle Bill had his hand on my lap, up under my dress, on my leg, and he had this twisted look on his face, and he was moaning and raising his hips up against me. Then he came, so hard and fast he almost fell off the couch with me.
"My father said something, and Uncle Bill stood up suddenly, then looked down to where my father was staring at the wetness around the bulge in Uncle Bill's pants. The two of them got into a big fight over it, and my father told my uncle not to come around any more, that he'd kill anybody who was fooling around with his little girl.
"I had the definite feeling my father didn't approve of what I was doing. It was a shame, too, because I really enjoyed it."
The enjoyment, however, even after the girl had reached puberty was not sexual in nature. It was the enjoyment of a challenge, a game which took some skill on her part. During the next several years, her opportunities to practice it were few and far between, depending for the most part upon visits by male relatives. When she began dating at fourteen, her horizon increased.
"The boys wanted to kiss you mostly," she said. "Most of them were too shy to feel your breasts or try to get up under your skirt, at least the ones I went out with were like that. What they did like to do though was rub up against me, press their cocks up tight against me and move around. I let them do that, and sometimes I rubbed back. Sometimes in a movie show, we'd hold hands, and I'd make sure our hands were resting in the fellow's lap, so my knuckles could press down on the bulge in his pants, and I could move the fingers ever so slightly against him, so his cock would start to get stiff. I enjoyed making them come in their pants, but then I tried something else. I'd try to see how many times I could get them up in a row. like I'd work a guy's cock up, then I'd back off and do something else to give it a chance to go down. Then I'd work it up again, then back off.
"It was funny to see the guy's face after awhile. Boy would they get frustrated!"
As she grew older and more experienced, Nicole's sadism took a more serious turn.
"There was this skinny Negro who worked as janitor in the high school," she said. "He was about my father's age, I guess, and black as coal. Being in the South, I'd always heard about what big cocks Negroes had and how they were always trying to fuck white girls. Well, this one knew his place, and hardly ever looked at any of us girls. I thought wouldn't it be fun if I could get his big black cock stiff? But how, that was the question. I tried to talk to him a couple of times, but he just answered me politely and turned away.
"Then this one time I saw him going into the utilities closet where they kept the brooms and mops and pails and stuff. I was fifteen and a brazen little hussy by that time, and I marched right in behind him and closed the door. It was a small place hardly enough room for the two of us and all that junk, lit by a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. He looked around at me, and he got this scared look on his face. He tried to get past me, but I stood in his way. He told me asked me, actually to get out of the way, but I shook my head. He tried to get past me again, but I said if he did, I'd yell for help and claim that he tried to rape me. That stopped him. He asked me what I wanted, and I held my breath and reached out and grabbed his cock right through the front of his pants.
"I remember he moaned and closed his eyes. I asked him if he'd like to fuck me, and he hesitated and said no. But he was lying, I could tell that. He'd like nothing better than to take out his big black cock and shove it up my little white pussy. His cock was getting harder all right. I stood close to him and began rubbing it hard and fast. I told him to come on and put his hands inside my blouse and feel my breasts, but he just stood there with his clenched fists, shuddering.
"He made a determined move to get past me, and in desperation I reached down and unzipped his fly and dragged his cock out. I wrestled with him, and in the struggle my blouse was torn on a nail. Somehow he made it past me and threw open the door just as two of my teachers were going past. The teachers both stopped and stared at the closet, with the Negro standing dumbfounded in the doorway, with his half-stiff black cock hanging out of his pants, and me with my blouse town.
"So what could I do? I sure as hell couldn't say I'd gone into the closet to play with the Negro's cock, could I? I told everybody he'd dragged me into the closet and tried to rape me!"
Fortunately for the unfortunate Negro janitor, the girl's father did not press charges. Nicole convinced the man that it would be shameful for her to appear in court amid all the publicity, and her father's anger subsided sufficiently to enable him to act rationally. Nevertheless, the Negro lost his job at the school, thanks to the sadistic experimentation of a fifteen year old girl on a hapless male.
Shortly thereafter, the girl's father accepted a job offer in a Northern state, and he moved his family there. Nicole continued her dating activities. With boys she found an especial fondness for, he tried experiencing the delights of petting, both above and below the navel. However, the delights were for the most part the boys and not hers. The only pleasure she achieved appeared to be in frustrating them.
She became a hitch-hiker quite by accident, when on a date her boy friend tried to force the issue and failing to do so, pushed her out of the car and told her she could walk home. Instead, she walked down to the street, and when a car driven by a middle-aged man stopped to ask if she wanted a lift, she accepted and got in the front seat with him. She noticed how he kept staring at her youthful breasts in the tight blouse and her legs visible under the short skirt. She didn't do anything during that initial ride, but her mind was busy with many thoughts of new and exciting ways to play the sexual game.
She worked her way into it gradually, hitching rides from the street, letting boys and men give her rides home from the roller skating rink, and so forth. She discovered by trial and error that the rides were much too short and the drivers much too agreeable to waste on preliminary moves. After awhile, her hand automatically darted to their legs, rubbing the insides of the man's thigh, then seizing his crotch. Once in a while, a man was shocked and indignant, but the overwhelming majority of male drivers not only did not mind but encouraged her intimacy.
"They all wanted to fuck me," she recalled with pride in her voice, "or they wanted me to suck their cocks for them. Some of them wanted to suck my pussy. I'd get the guy all worked up and promise to meet him later that day or the next day maybe. It was funny. He was generally so hot and bothered he couldn't sit still. With one fellow I even went to a motel with him. He had such a stiff cock he could hardly walk into the manager's office. I waited until he'd paid the money for a room, then I drove off with his car and left him standing there.
"The older guys especially, the ones who look like doctors and engineers, they're afraid to do anything because I'm under-age. But after I've been rubbing their cocks for a while, they're willing to take the chance. Sometimes we go and park someplace and do some imagine necking. When the fellow's about to toss me into the back seat and pull down my panties, I threaten to yell rape and put him behind bars for the next twenty years. Boy, you should see the way their attitude changes then. I'm not going to do it, of course, but they don't know that. They really sweat, and I enjoy every minute of it. They want to go back to doing what we did before, but I won't even do that. So what if they've got cramps, that's not my problem is it?"
Nicole's problem is quite evident. She is a tease in the truest sense and of the worst sort. She has no intention of seeking psychological help, for she refuses to believe her having fun of this kind is not normal. Undoubtedly there are some grim pathological factors in her childhood which can only be brought out by extended therapy. Meanwhile, she roams the streets and other public places looking for new victims upon which to ply her sadistic sexual hobby.
It is an unfortunate motorist who picks her up, for his sexual daydreams may well become nightmares.
The next case history deals with a young girl who became a prostitute because of an early seduction by her own father. Behind her motivation for entering into prostitution was an unconscious quest to repeat the primal incestuous experience with her father. In other words, she symbolically acted out sleeping with her own father every time she made love to an older man, whether he seduced her or she sold herself to him.
We'll let Leah tell her own version of how she was first seduced by an older man.
"I like to fuck," seventeen-year-old Leah said. "But why give it away when there are so many older dudes willing to pay for a crack at my pussy?
"Let me tell you how I got started. My dad used to work nights in a factory. Mom loved that because that gave her time to pick up some guy at a bar while he was working. She'd fuck the pick-up right in the same bed where she slept with dad. I used to hear them talking in bed mom and her guy, that is and believe me did I get an education. The guy would talk about eating mom's hot pussy and about how good she gave him head. Even though I was only a little girl, that dirty talk would get me hot and I'd finger my little clitoris.
"She did this when I was about eight or nine, I guess, and I didn't really know what sex was all about. Once I thought the man was hurting her because she was moaning and groaning so much, and I went bursting into her bedroom and switched on the lights. The guy was on top of her, with his cock stuck into her pussy. Both of them were naked, of course. He was so busy fucking her neither of them noticed at first the lights had come on suddenly. Then Mom, without moving away from him, gave me hell and told me to go to bed and stay there and not to say anything about this to my father or she'd blister my ass so I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. From the look on her face, I could tell she meant it, so I turned off the lights again and hurried back to my own bed.
"I didn't go to sleep right away, and I could hear them going at it once more. The bed was squeaking, mom was moaning, and the guy was huffing and puffing and grunting. I was curious and wanted to watch what they were doing, but I was too scared to get up and go peek, so I just stayed where I was and tried to imagine what they were doing. After awhile, the guy grunted and the bed stopped moving. I could hear them both get up off the bed and start dressing. They talked some more and laughed and the man called mom the best five dollar fuck he'd ever had in his life. I guess that pleased Mom, because she laughed too.
"When the man left, she came to the door of my room and peeked in and I pretended I was asleep. Then she tiptoed away and went back to bed. But for a long time afterward, I was awake, thinking about what I'd seen. The next morning, I asked some of the girls about it, but most of them were too shy to tell my anything. There was this older girl I knew, around twelve who was starting to get breasts and her periods and hair on her pussy, who bragged she'd gotten out of bed to watch her mom and pop go at it. She told me about fucking and how a man got a stiff cock and put it up between a woman's legs into her pussy. She said it looked like they were having a lot of fun that way, and she could hardly wait to try it herself when she was older.
"Well, I knew that boys and girls were built differently. I'd seen boys going to the bathroom behind bushes, holding their little cocks in their hands to direct the stream onto the ground. I'd also peeked in at my pop while he was peeing in the toilet sometimes with the door slightly ajar. But I was just curious about it, and J never thought about them or him using it for anything except peeing. Now, I started being even more curious. I remembered my pop's cock as being limp, and I wondered how it got stiff like the guy who'd fucked my mother.
"Most times when Mom was fucking pop or one of the guys who picked her up, they'd leave the lights out, but once in a while she was with some guy who wanted them left on so he could see her naked. One of those nights I just couldn't resist sneaking out of bed and down the hallway to look around the corner at them. I got there just as mom was stretched out naked on the bed and the guy was pulling down his shorts. His cock was limp, just hanging there, as he crawled on the bed with her. Then he started kissing her on the mouth and squeezing her breasts and rubbing her pussy with his hand. At the same time, Mom was moving both her hands over his cock, rubbing and pulling it and right before my amazed eyes, the guy's cock got stiff and stood up on end.
"The guy seemed to be getting very excited. He kept saying, 'C'mon, honey, suck on it for me,' and after a few minutes, Mom scrunched herself down on the bed and put her mouth on his cock. I almost gasped out loud when I saw that, but fortunately I didn't. I just stood there and stared as she kissed him all over his crotch, on his balls as well as his cock. Then she licked it for awhile and finally put it in her mouth and sucked on it. The guy was almost out of his mind by that time. He was flat on his back, with his eyes closed and his head rolling from side to side while he moved his hips up and down to force his cock deeper in mom's mouth.
"After a few minutes of that, he began groaning and pulling at her to get away from him. She released his cock, which was stiff and throbbing by that time and all wet and shiny from her saliva, and flopped down on her back beside him. He didn't lose any time in rolling over on top of her. From where I was in the hallway, I had a perfect view up between their spread legs, and I saw my mom's hand reach down and grab his cock and guide it up into her damp pussy. Having a girl friend describe fucking to me was one thing, but actually seeing it was another. I found I was sweating and feeling very nervous watching them. It wasn't that I was afraid of being discovered they were too busy with what they were doing to hear me even if I'd made a noise it was something else, a feeling deep inside me that made me feel funny. It was a pleasant feeling, though, and I didn't mind it a bit.
"I watched as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy, giving them both a good time. I wondered even then if mom was really enjoying it so much, or if she was just putting on a show for the guy's benefit, so he'd get his money's worth. Real or not, it was a good show, all right, from where I was standing. I began watching as regularly as I could after that.
"That's not all I did. I may as well tell you about it, since I'm telling you everything else. I started masturbating while watching them. I knew some of the other girls were doing it, too, so I didn't have any guilt feelings, and I wasn't ashamed or anything like that. It was fun working my fingers in and out of my pussy, feeling it get slippery. I never had any trouble having two or three orgasms before the guy fucking mom let loose with one of his own. Then I'd rush back to my own bed before they discovered me, and I'd play with myself some more, imagining that it was a guy's cock moving in my pussy instead of my fingers. I was just a kid, starting her period, developing breasts, but I wanted to be fucked by a man, even then, and I made up my mind I was going to let myself get picked up the first chance I had.
"There was this older boy in school I can't even remember his name, but I think it was Sam. Anyway, I was in junior high school, which was right next to the high school where Sam went, and sometimes he'd walk part of the way home with me. He was pretty shy, but I could tell he liked the way I looked. I mean, he really stared at my blouse and my dress as though he wished he had X-ray vision. On this one particular day, I'd been all hot and bothered from watching mom and some guy go at it. He'd come too fast for me to have an orgasm myself, and for some reason I couldn't masturbate one for myself and had cramps all night long and part of the day. To put it mildly, I was ready, willing and able to fuck and be fucked. And Sam looked like a good prospect.
"I made sure I walked along with him that day so I could compain about not understanding a math assignment. The boob wanted to, but he didn't even offer to help me. I had to suggest that we go over to his place so he could show it to me, after making sure his folks weren't home and we'd be alone. We went there and sat on his couch close together while he showed me how to do the problems. But the math wasn't the problem I wanted solved. Oh, I was a brazen little minx for a twelve year old. I just reached out and took hold of his cock through the front of his pants and rubbed it. Poor Sam didn't know what to do. His mouth fell open and he gulped, but he didn't make a move. I'd watched mom undress a guy, so zippers and belts weren't anything strange to me by that time. I took his cock out and rubbed it the way I knew would excite him. It worked all right. His cock throbbed and grew stiff in my hand the way I knew it would. It looked lovely, my very first cock! I could hardly wait to feel it plunging up inside my hot, wet pussy.
"And then something happened. He groaned and closed his eyes and his cock lurched between my fingers and white stuff spurted out of the end of it. The look on my face must've been a sight. I remember I said something dumb like, 'Wait! Not yet. I'm not ready!' as though that would in some mysterious way make the white stuff go back into his cock. That's not what happened, of course. What happened was that his cock went limp in my hands, and he stared at me, red-faced, and admitted he'd never fucked a girl before.
"I remember wailing, 'But I wanta be fucked!' and he hesitated, then said that his mom and pop wouldn't be home from work for another hour and a half, so we had plenty of time to fool around. Well, sir, a cock in the hand is worth two in the pants, as far as I was concerned, so the two of us went into the bedroom and undressed completely and lay naked on top of the bed. We played with each other, just like my mom and the guys did. And you know what I did? I sucked his cock then and there. I wasn't too sure I wanted to do that, but I didn't know when I'd have another chance again, so I better take it. It wasn't half-bad either, and it sure got him excited. His cock went springing up in no time at all. Then I got on my back and spread my legs the way I was supposed to and reached down between us to guide his cock into my pussy. It all went along just like clockwork until he shoved it up inside me.
"I nearly fainted, the pain was so great. I'd expected it to be fun. Then I remembered what an older girl friend had said about a girl's cherry hurting at first when it was busted but afterward it was okay. Well, it hurt, then it got numb, and then I was feeling no pain at all. His cock went in and out of my pussy like we'd been doing it all our lives. And it was sure as hell more fun than me doing it with my fingers. It was more fun than I'd even imagined it would be. Fun? Hell, that wasn't the word for it. No wonder mom and the guys liked it so much.
"The thing that really got me, though, was in thinking of it later and realizing that guys would give you money for it, even when you had so much fun yourself!
"Anyway, I had my first fucking orgasm with Sam that day, and it was wonderful. I hoped it wouldn't be the last. As it turned out it was with Sam, that is. Because that night, while my mom and some guy she'd picked up were going at it, Pop came home suddenly and found them and all hell broke loose. I guess he'd become suspicious and came home on purpose. The guy grabbed his pants and scrammed out the door, but pop got ahold of mom and beat her up so bad she went to the hospital.
"That left Pop and me alone, and he didn't want to be saddled with a twelve year old kid. He wanted to go out and get drunk and have himself some pussy. At least, that's what he said. But he didn't want me to stay home alone, so he decided he'd drive me to some relatives over in the next state on the weekend. I packed a few things, and we started out but had to stop at a motel along the way. There was only one bed in the room, but the clerk rustled up a cot for me. Pop told me to go ahead and sack out, that he was going out for a beer. Then he left.
"I put on my nightie and crawled on the cot and pulled a blanket over me. It was uncomfortable, and I knew I'd be sore the next day and probably wouldn't be able to get any sleep. Meanwhile, there was that big, soft, empty bed staring me in the face. Pop would probably stay out late, I thought, so what harm was there in my using his bed until he came back. He could always wake me up so I could go back to the cot. The thought even occurred to me that maybe he'd take the cot himself. Anyway, I crawled into the bed and fell asleep.
"I don't know what time it was, but it must've been early in the morning and still dark that pop came stumbling into the motel room. He'd been drinking all rightI could smell it all over him. He didn't bother turning on the lights, he just took off his clothes and flopped into bed beside me, not even realizing I was there. I suppose I could've gotten up and gone to the cot, but the bed was so comfortable I didn't want to. The. bed, I decided, was big enough for both of us. I stayed right there and dozed.
"It was a few minutes later that I felt Pop's body press up against me from behind and heard him murmur something in a sleepy voice. I felt his hands moving under my nightie along my bare thighs and up over my breasts. His movements had pulled the nightie up from my ass, leaving it bare, and it was then I felt his stiff cock pressing up tight against me. I could tell from his breathing that he was still asleep and didn't realize, even with my tiny breasts, that it was me in bed with him.
"I'd lost my cherry only the day before, and I was hot to feel another cock against my pussy but I'd never in a million years have expected it to be Pop's. Yet there it was, big and stiff and beautiful. I wanted to hold it in my hands and rub it, I wanted to put it in my mouth, I wanted to feel it sliding into my pussy. I was getting all hot and juicy just thinking about it, and before I could change my mind, I turned around in the bed and grabbed his cock with both hands. Pop liked that, because he groaned in his sleep and tried to crawl on top of me. I didn't stop him either. I went flat on my back and spread my legs for him, while he got between them, stuck the end of his cock up inside me and rammed it home.
"I was still pretty sore from the day before, and it hurt so much I couldn't help but yell. The shout made him open his eyes half-way, but they were glassy and I was sure he couldn't really see me. But his look was puzzled as he groped for my breasts and tried vainly to figure out why the female body under his was so small. He probably wouldn't even remember any of what happened that night, I figured, so I may as well enjoy myself. I remembered some of the motions mom had used in bed, and they seemed to come naturally With me, you know, lifting the hips and twisting them back and forth, things like that. That made it all the better for both of us, and I had an orgasm just a few seconds before pop did. Then he rolled off me and we both fell asleep.
"Next morning I woke up first. Pop was snoring in bed with me. I got up, went into the bathroom and took a shower. When I came out, drying myself with a towel, I saw he was awake and staring at me. I mean, he was really staring at me, at my little breasts, my legs, the hair that was starting to grow around my pussy. He wet his lips and said he hoped it hadn't been too uncomfortable for me on the couch. He was fishing, of course, but I was in the mood to tease him, so I said I hadn't minded, and then I turned and gave him a view of my ass, along with a couple of sexy wiggles, as I went back into the bathroom.
'In the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror. I did have a pretty sexy ass, I decided, and nice legs, too. Except for the breasts, which were just starting to grow, I was like a little woman, and I knew that pop was beginning to realize what he had on his hands. I'd enjoyed the fucking he gave me, and I wasn't looking forward to being left with some old maid aunt and having to masturbate by myself again."
As it turned out, Leah's father was already getting other ideas for the young girl. He was obviously still not sure at first what had happened the previous night. At the same time, however, he found himself increasingly aware of his pubescent daughter as a female sex object. During the ride, the girl noted that the older man kept staring at her legs and blossoming breasts, and surreptitiously she unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse and pulled up her already short skirt to give him a better view of her youthful body. As a result, it was no surprise to her that when they were close to the destination, the man decided that a daugher should be with her father, not with strangers.
"I guess he figured," she said, "what had happened in bed that night and didn't want to let a hot young piece of pussy get away from him. Or even if he hadn't done it, he was sure as hell thinking about it now. So we turned around and headed back and of course we had to stop at a motel for the night. He didn't even bother asking for an extra cot that time. He told me to get undressed and hit the sack, while he went out and had a couple of beers. I guess he wanted to work up his nerve. When he left, I got on my shortie nightgown again and crawled into bed and waited. I must've dozed off, because my eyes were closed when I heard someone moving around the room. I opened them just a little and saw that pop was standing beside the bed, his face red, his breath heavy with beer, and his big cock like a stiff poker in front of him!
"Very carefully, because he thought I was asleep, he eased back the covers and stared down at me. like I said, I didn't have much in the way of breasts, but my legs were nice and my ass was round and smooth and I'd made sure that the nightie was up around my belly button. Then he crawled into the bed behind me and pulled the covers over us. For awhile he didn't do anything at all. I wanted to reach over and touch his stiff cock with my hands, but I was afraid he'd get mad and call me a slut like my mother. No, I had to pretend I was asleep and any contact we made was accidental. So I backed up against him.
" I could hear him gasp as my ass touched his cock, but he didn't move away. Instead he pressed it right up in the crack of my ass and wiggled it. I wiggled my ass back at him. His mouth was right by my ear and I could hear him wheezing as he tried to control himself. It was almost funny, and I had to keep from laughing. I curled my legs in close to me, and he pressed even closer, crouching this time so his cock slid right under my ass and in between my legs. The whole throbbing length of it slid across my pussy, and it was my turn to try and control myself. I was getting that familiar hot, juicy feeling, and I didn't feel like laughing any more. I felt like doing other things, if you know what I mean.
"I started moving my ass back and forth, letting his cock slide back and forth across the lips of my pussy. He groaned, but it wasn't with any pain. I could almost feel him grit his teeth as he began moving it himself, with the tip of it getting closer and closer to the opening. I reached down and spread the opening for him, felt the tip of his cock pause just for an instant and then drive it home all the way to the hilt.
"I almost screamed, but he never noticed. He was too busy now, feeling my tiny breasts, holding my hips, driving his stiff cock deeper and deeper inside me. Pop was wide awake, and he knew exactly what he was doing. I knew what I was doing, too. I was having the time of my life. I'd had me two orgasms by the time he came, drew his dripping cock out of my pussy and went to the bathroom. When he came back, I pretended to be sound asleep. The next morning neither of us mentioned it, but when I mentioned to him that I could use an extra five dollars of spending money, he gave it to me without a fuss to ease his guilty conscience, maybe, if he had one.
"I felt pretty proud of myself, too. Because I was just a little girl, but I was doing what my mom had been doing, having fun and getting paid for it."
Leah thought her mother would return to the house, but she didn't After her discharge from the hospital she went away with one of her lovers, leaving the daughter with her husband. The older man was not unhappy with this arrangement, now that he and the young girl had come to sexual terms, and Leah was happy to be having sex regularly.
"It was sort of funny, though," she reminisced. "He never said anything about it about us fucking, I mean. We'd just go to bed and do it. He didn't always give me money, of course, just once in a while, and maybe buy me a new dress if I sulked enough. When we weren't in bed together, we were just another father and daughter."
The relationship continued this way for about a year. When Leah was almost fourteen, and fully blossomed into a grown female, she decided on impulse to try her luck with a salesman who stopped by the house. The salesman was only too willing to give her ten dollars for a wild nude session in the bedroom. The young girl enjoyed the brief affair, as always, but the money pleased her more. So did the prospect of more money where that came from. Out there were undoubtedly hundreds probably thousands of men who'd pay her money for her sexual favors. She was younger and prettier than her mother, and she envisioned becoming rich in no time at all.
She smiled. "I figured I could easily fuck five guys a day," she said. "That would be fifty bucks for a few hours work if you could call it that. On a five day work week, I'd clear two hundred fifty dollars, more than my father made, even with overtime.
"The trouble came in finding five guys a week, much less twenty-five. Some of the guys in high school were willing enough, but they didn't have the money. So I did other things, like let them suck my breasts and finger-fuck me for a dollar in the locker room. Once in a while, several of them would chip in to get five dollars, and I'd suck one of tl. 'll off while the others stood around and played 'Aith themselves.
"I made a few dollars that way, but nothing even close to what I'd had in mind."
Desperation drove her to streetwalking to find new and more prosperous customers. Some of the men realized her age and refused to take a chance. Others were attracted to her in large measure because of her youth.
"Unfortunately," she recalled, "a nice young man I met near the park turned out to be a plainclothes policeman and I was busted!"
It was a traumatic experience for the young girl, who in an effort to place the blame elsewhere for her promiscuity, told the authorities about her sexual relationship with her father. She received a suspended sentence and was sent to live with the aunt her father had been taking her to years ago before the incident at the motel which sidetracked him.
"Being busted taught me a lesson," she admitted. "It taught me that I should be more careful who I pick up."
During the next three years she was careful enough to avoid apprehension by the authorities. To all outward appearances, Leah is a wholesome teenage high school student interested in studying, school activities, and dating. As a cover, she engages in all these affairs, but has other affairs also, the sexual kind. With experience, her price has risen to twenty dollars, and even at this tender age she has managed to build up a steady clientele which keeps her busy.
It is interesting to note her matter-of-fact attitude toward this behavior, which most persons in our society would find shocking and reprehensible. She allows herself to be picked up for a combination of business and pleasure.
"You might say," she said, summing it up, "that I'm doing my thing and getting paid for it. Who could ask for anything more?"