Chapter 7
Older men who specialize in seducing girls frequently find themselves entrapped in legal situations which the girls in question use to extort money from the unsuspecting older man. The following case history deals with a father/daughter team that led older men to believe they were seducing the daughter in order to blackmail them. The girl, whose name was Nancy, was only fifteen. And when the police finally came into the picture, she confessed that her father/lover forced her into using her body to blackmail older men.
"I never liked letting an older man think I wanted to stick my tongue up his ass, blow him or let him fuck me and then blackmail him for fucking a minor. But if I didn't, my father would beat me up.
"I always looked older. I had a big ass, big tits and a furry black bush around my pussy since I was twelve. And dad made me wear short skirts and see-through blouses so that my nipples would show. I'd stand on corners until an older man gave me the eye from a car. Once I was inside his car I'd sit close to him and run my hands over his legs to make him hot. Sometimes I'd just take his hand and slip it up my skirt so he could feel my pussy. I never wore any pants. If he'd get real hot he might take out his prick and ask me to eat it in the car. I'd say no but, if he was willing, and a lot of them were, I'd have him drive to the motel my father and I had rented. We got inside and undressed and started fucking. We'd have the shades on the window up just a crack so my father could look in and see how we were doing. As soon as the man started with me, my father would rush into the room and threaten to turn the man over to the police. Most of the time, especially if the man was drunk, he'd be willing to pay a lot of money to keep from going to jail. Of course, not all of them fell for it. Some of them backed out of it when they saw how old I was. Others just told my father to well, to go screw himself, was the way one of them put it, and left.
"But there were enough of the other kind to make it all worthwhile, at least to my father. As for me, I guess he treated me okay, but I didn't care much for screwing. I was used to it so I didn't mind it. I just didn't get much enjoyment out of it."
Nancy was very calm as she told about the background which led to her unorthodox "career" since it had become as normal and natural for her as another teenager's experiences in attending school and parties and having an interest in dating boys her own age.
"My mother died when I was born," she said. "I don't remember it, of course, but my father kept reminding me that she died giving birth to me. He didn't exactly say so, but I had the feeling that he blamed me for her dying. As for the sex part, I don't really know when that began. I can always remember him lying naked on the bed and having me hold his big cock and pull on it and rub it for him until it got bigger and stiff. He wanted me to suck it for him, too. It tasted kind of strange to me, and I didn't want to, but after he spanked my ass a few times I sort of got used to putting his prick in my mouth and sucking it. At first he even tried putting some jam on it so it wouldn't taste so bad, but after awhile he stopped doing that, saying that the natural flavor was best.
"Sometimes we'd have all our clothes on and maybe sitting watching television or something. He'd have me reach over and feel along his leg until I got up to where his cock was. He'd make me rub it through the cloth until it got hard there. Then he'd make me unzip his pants, reach in, take out his prick, kneel down in front of him and continue petting it before I kissed it and put my tongue all over to lick it good and finally put it in my mouth and suck it until he creamed in my mouth.
"He said he was giving me lessons because it would come in handy some day to earn us both a good living. I didn't know what he meant by that, but I didn't want to get spanked, so I did what he wanted me to. He liked the lessons a lot better than I did. As his prick started getting hard, he got this funny look on his face and started breathing heavy and moaning and groaning and lifting his hips up so his shaft went farther in my mouth. Sometimes he'd get so excited he'd grab my hair and work his peter in and out fast until he came. Afterwards, a lot of times, my jaws ached."
It was not the father's intention to specialize in sucking a man's penis in the young girl's sexual education, but he realized that regular vaginal intercourse might be too traumatic an experience for her. As a temporary substitute, he inserted his penis between her legs, sometimes from the front, other times from behind, rubbing it against her vaginal opening (but not inside her) until he achieved an orgasm.
"We never had many friends, not even in the apartments where we lived, and we moved around so often I never had much of a chance to attend school regularly. When I was ten we were living in an apartment that had an older couple, retired, next door to us. They were both nice people, named Sorenson, and they talked to me sometimes and gave me candy. My father didn't like me to talk much to anybody, and he always warned me not to discuss anything about our family affairs, like our sleeping arrangements and so forth. Or else, he said, he'd spank me. I didn't want to be spanked, so I kept my mouth shut about that.
"Mr. and Mrs. Sorenson lived on their pensions, and I remember my father used to say that they didn't need all that money they got every month, and they probably had a potful saved up, hidden someplace in their apartment. He knew just when their check came in the mail, and when they went out to spend some of it. Mrs. Sorenson, for example, went out with some of her lady friends every Tuesday night to play Bingo, leaving her husband at home to watch television.
"One Tuesday evening, my father asked me if I liked Mr. Sorenson. Of course, I told him I did. Then he said he'd like me to do to Mr. Sorenson what I did to him, that is, suck on the old man's cock to make him happy. I wasn't sure I should do it. I didn't mind, exactly, because I'd been doing it to my father for so long, but to do it to a stranger seemed like it was a bad thing. But my father insisted, and I could tell he was close to threatening me so I said okay.
"My father told me what to do. He said it should be a surprise to the other man, that I should just crawl up on his lap and wiggle around, and then just take out his prick and start eating it. Then he made me undress and put on just a thin nightie and took me next door.
"Mr. Sorenson answered the door. He was surprised to see us. My father almost shoved me through the doorway as he said he had to run down to the store and could he leave me here where I'd be safe until he got back. Before Mr. Sorenson could say anything, my father had turned and walked away. So what could the old man do but shrug and invite me in. He apologized for Mrs. Sorenson not being there, but he said we could watch television. I told him I'd rather he told me a story. He said all right, and I plunked myself right down on his lap. That surprised him, too, but he didn't say anything. He just started telling me a story about Goldilocks and the three bears.
"I'd heard the story about a million times before, and I was restless, so I started wiggling my hot ass on his prick. I remembered when I did that with my father, his prick got stiff, and I wondered if Mr. Sorenson had a peter and if it would react the same way. I was curious to find out, so I bounced off his lap and lay down on the couch with my face on my cunt and my hands under my cheek and right over the spot where his prick would be. I was disappointed. There was something there, all right, but it wasn't getting big and stiff at all. like I told you, I really liked Mr. Sorenson, and I thought how nice it would be if I ate out his come in return for all the candy and stuff he'd given me like give him as good a time as my father had with me.
"So I decided, and at the same time I did what I decided to do. Before he knew what was happening, I unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his soft pecker and put it in my mouth. He started yelling, 'Hey, what are you doing?' and trying to pull my head away, when my father rushed in, stopped like he was stunned, and then began calling poor, bewildered Mr. Sorenson a lot of names, like 'cunteater!' 'childfucker!' and things like that, and threatening to tell Mrs. Sorenson and report it to the police.
"Mr. Sorenson was shaking and wringing his hands and pleading. I could see he wanted to blame it on me, but he didn't want to. He said he'd do anything at all if my father wouldn't tell. He seemed more concerned over his wife finding out than the police. My father didn't beat around the bush, he asked the man for money. The old man said he had a hundred dollars saved up, but He never got a chance to finish. My father said he'd better come up with it, or else his wife would find out so the poor old man came up with it. My father counted the money, put it in his pocket, told the old man that another payment would be due when his next retirement check arrived on the first of the month, and dragged me out of the apartment back to our own place.
"But there never was another payment. When Mrs. Sorenson returned from her bingo game late that night, she found her husband dead of a heart attack!"
Nancy told of this with tears welling in her eyes. It was obvious she was not proud of her part in this sordid affair. As far as she could recall, Mr. Sorenson was the only man her father extorted whom she felt sorry for. All the others picked her up for their own animal satisfaction, and she was not sure they didn't get what they deserved.
Her sexual education continued, with the father getting more daring in his attacks upon the young girl's virginity. After thrusting his erect penis between her legs for some time, he proceeded to try entering her, a fraction of an inch each time, lubricating her entrance liberally with vaseline, until he had succeeded in almost painlessly rupturing her hymen and was making full, deep thrusts which continued to orgasm. By the time she was twelve, her breasts were rapidly developing, and she possessed a growing bush of pubic hair. At fourteen, she was biologically an adult female capable of giving and receiving sexual pleasure.
At the age of fifteen, she accepted a ride from a young man, whom she groped, led to a motel and proceeded to seduce. When the young man resisted and turned to leave, in desperation Nancy tore off her clothes and screamed. The scream brought in her father, bursting with self-righteous indignation, who generously offered to forget the entire matter if the young man paid him money. Unfortunately for the scheme, the "victim" was a vice squad officer investigating the case and both father and daughter were taken into custody.
The young girl is currently undergoing psychiatric therapy in an effort to change her amoral sexual attitude to one more in line with that required for teenage girls in our society. Nancy is young and intelligent, and she has some hope for her future.
Her father has, of course, been jailed, and it's obvious that he too has problems. Undoubtedly, he could have used his daughter merely for prostitution purposes, instead of resorting to extortion. When asked why he didn't, he was quite indignant.
He said, "After all, she's my own daughter. I have some sense of decency. I didn't want to turn her into a common whore!"