Katie grew up at the Shady Acres Trailer Park where she was used by every man she ever met. She tried to be a good mother, but as the saying goes, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Note from Art: This will be seven chapter series. Hope you enjoy.
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Wendy believed her mother, Katie, when she said it would only be temporary, just until she got a better a better job or until her dad came home.
But her “dad” wasn’t coming home. Why should he? Katie was a just convenient fuck for him and his buddies, and that was all. Putting up with a goddamn kid wasn’t part of the deal. Whose kid was it anyway? He paid the rent, bought the groceries, paid for the car and the truck, paid all the utilities. All Katie had to do was buy her own clothes and fuck anybody Jerry let in the door. There was no commitment except his promise to keep her satisfied. That promise lasted until he got tired of her and decided to move on.
That was six years ago and Wendy and her mom still lived in the same run down trailer at the Shady Acres Trailer Park on the west side of Rockford. Her mom still worked as a waitress and hardly ever had any money, except when some man would move in for a few months and help with the expenses. Her mom tried to be discrete and usually had sex only behind closed doors, however, some of her boyfriends could care less what the little girl saw, and she saw plenty.
It was right after Wendy’s thriteenth birthday when Zeke moved in. He was in his mid-twenties, a year younger than Katie. Zeke’s only possessions were a new pickup, a duffel bag of clothes, his prized TV/video setup and a fat bank account. That was all the baggage he needed or wanted.
Zeke was looking for a place to stay when he met Katie at Mac’s Diner. The firm thighs and the ample cleavage she was displaying caught his attention immediately, as it did with most men. He made a pass at her and she flirted right back. Soon he was telling her how pretty she was and how he wanted to get to know her better. At about six-foot even, Katie found Zeke to be ruggedly handsome. Katie soon discovered that he was working construction, operating heavy equipment on a job widening the North Freeway. She figured he made some money, so she invited him home. Naturally he fucked her and Zeke moved right in.
Things were much better for Katie after Zeke moved in. He was generous, and paid a good portion of her bills. He was a pretty good lover too, nearly insatiable, something that Katie wanted in a man in addition to a portion of his paycheck.
One spring Monday, about five months after he had moved in, it was pouring down rain. The weather service predicted the rain would continue throughout the day and into tomorrow. Zeke knew that there would be no work today, but nonetheless he trudged down to the work site so that he could collect a half-day’s wages just for showing up. He made it home by midmorning, planning on a day of watching television and drinking beer.
Feigning not feeling well, Wendy stayed home from school as well. Around eleven, after Zeke gave Katie a good fucking, Katie went to work, leaving Wendy in Zeke’s care for the remainder of the day.
Wendy for her part, slept in, contentedly lulled by the sound of the steady rain beating down upon the thin shell of the trailer. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but stay in bed dozing away the morning. Faint noises drifted through the thin walls. She paid no attention to the noises, presuming that her Mom had left the TV on again.
Sipping on a Bud and watching fuck videos on the Playboy channel, Zeke too was whiling away the day. Absentmindedly he rubbed his cock, increasing his urge to jack off despite having a good fuck with Katie this morning. His jeans were unsnapped and unzipped, his hand down his pants caressing his long cock, lost in the fantasy that flickered across the screen. He didn’t hear Wendy when she came out of her room, and was startled when she plopped down next to him.
“Hey, kiddo. Ya know, ya shouldn’t be watchin’ this stuff,” counseled Zeke as he withdrew his hand from his open fly.
“Why not? It’s what you and Mama do, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but ya shouldn’t be watchin’ it.”
“It’s no big deal.”
“If your mama knew ya was watchin’ this stuff with me, she’d throw me out.”
“No, she wouldn’t. She likes you.”
Zeke snorted, “She likes my money.”
“Maybe, but she does like you. I like you too. You’re funny and nice to me. Most of Mama’s boyfriends aren’t very nice to me.”
“Well, they should be. A pretty girl should be treated nice.” Zeke arched an eyebrow and added with a smirk, “Maybe then they’d get a little.”
“A little what?”
“A little of what’s going on in that TV show.”
“Oh.” Wendy blushed, got up from the sofa and went back to her bedroom.
Zeke snickered and went back to watching the explicit show. After an hour or so, Wendy came out of her room again and went to kitchen to find a snack. Zeke was still watching TV, but had switched channels. He watched her for a moment before deciding that maybe he could have a little fun with her.
“Hey, kiddo! Why don’t ya c’mere and sit in my lap?” He was surprised when she did just that, all the while sucking on a Popsicle.
“You’re not watching your dirty show anymore?” she asked.
“Naw, they’re just yakkin’, doing interviews. I find that boring.”
“Oh, well, I’m bored too. I’d just as soon be in school than to be stuck inside all day.”
“Tell ya what,” he said with a sly grin. “How’d ya like to make twenty bucks?”
Rarely did Wendy ever have any money and twenty dollars seemed to be a fortune. “Uh, maybe… sure! What d’ya want me to do?”
At the brink of getting out of bounds, Zeke hesitated, reconsidering. “Naw, if ya got mad, you’ll tell your mama.”
“I won’t get mad,” she said with a coy smile.
Zeke bent his head forward, arching his eyebrows asking, “And ya won’t tell your mama?”
She had heard that line before from some of her mama’s other boyfriends, and knew what that meant. Squirming in his lap she replied, “Well, for twenty dollars, I won’t tell.”
“Ya sure? Ya won’t get mad and tell your mama?””
“I won’t get mad, and I won’t tell!” Wendy felt the hardening lump in Zeke’s pants. “You want me to take my clothes off, don’cha?”
“Well, um, if that’s what ya want… it’s okay with me.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yeah, for twenty bucks that’ll do for starters, kiddo.”
She’d been burned before so she demanded, “I want my money first.”
Zeke chuckled. The little whore had done this sort of thing before. Twenty bucks! What a bargain! He dug in his pocket and pulled off a crisp new twenty from a thick roll of bills. “Here, Honeypot.”
She hesitated to accept the money, not really sure if she should do it. “I just have to… take off my clothes. Right?”
“Ya don’t have to do anything ya don’t want to do.”
“You won’t try to stick your thang in me will you?”
“My thang? No, not if ya don’t want me to.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah kiddo, I promise. Here, take the money.”
She took the double-sawbuck and stuck it in the pocket of her jeans. She licked on her Popsicle and smiled sweetly.
“Well?”
“Well what?” she asked playing dumb.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Can’t I finish my Popsicle?”
“Fuck the god damned Popsicle! I’ll buy ya all the damned Popsicles ya want, but don’t toy with me girl,” he growled. “I paid ya!” Changing his tone he added sweetly, “Now, be a good girl. Show me some tit.”
“I don’t have any tits. Mama says I’ll be getting them soon, because I’ve started having my period.”
“Show me what ya got, Wendy,” he said smoothly, “and I’ll show ya what I got.”
“I’ve seen your thang before.”
“Ya have?! When?”
“I’ve seen you and Mama do’n it.”
“Did ya like it?”
“What? You’n Mama?”
“No, my dick.”
“It’s okay.”
“Just okay? Your mama sure likes it.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Ya guess what?”
“I guess I like it too… It’s kinda big.”
“Ya like’em big?”
“I, I guess so. I really don’t know.”
“Well, who knows, maybe you’ll learn to love it… Now take off your fuckin’clothes, kiddo. I paid ya to get naked,” he snarled. “Now take’em off. I ain’t gonna rape ya or nothing.”
She’d never seen the menacing glare in his eyes before, and she knew that she’d better comply. Smiling coyly, she unfastened her jeans and pulled them off.
“That’s better. Ooooo, nice panties, Wendy. I like pink panties. Now take off the shirt.”
The menacing glare had evaporated into a broad smile. Butterflies filled her tummy and Wendy’s smile waned. Gathering her courage, Wendy pulled the t-shirt over her head, messing up her dirty-blonde hair in the process. Zeke looked over her torso, her tits had just started to bud, but her nipples were quite large and ruddy.
“Damn girl!” exclaimed Zeke. “Ya gots some nice fat nipples for a little girl.”
Her hands came up to cover them. Wendy had been very self-conscious about her big nipples. She wasn’t sure if he was making fun of her nipples or if he really liked them.
“Put’cha hands down, girl! I can’t see’em if ya hide’em… Hmmmm, that’s better, much better. Nice big nips, very nice indeed.”
Blushing, Wendy smiled bashfully at the sincere complement. She liked Zeke. He had always been nice to her. It pleased her that he was pleased. She stood about in her pink panties for a few minutes while Zeke feasted his eyes on her just budding body.
“Turn around girl… slowly, so I can get a good look at ya. Hmmmm, nice, very nice. Okay, honeypot, now the panties.”
“No!”
“What’d ya mean, no?”
“You said I could see your thang.”
“It’s a cock, not a thang! Or you could call it a dick. Can ya say ‘dick’?”
“Whatever! You’re not playing fair!”
“Okay darling,” he chuckled. “Tell ya what, c’mere and unbutton my shirt.”
As she unbuttoned his shirt, Zeke gently ran his hands across her back.
She pulled away. “You said I didn’t have to do anything.”
“That’s right. But if ya want my shirt off, ya gotta take it off.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“What?”
“You’re touching me.”
“What, I touched your back? Ya didn’t like that?”
“Well... I guess… Okay, you can touch my back.”
Wendy stepped forward to finish unbuttoning his shirt while his work-roughened hands roamed across the silky smooth skin of her back. As she tried to pull the open shirt over his shoulders, he leaned forward. It just was too temping. Her fat juicy nipple was a mere few inches away from his face. He quickly pecked at her nip before she pulled away.
“Hey!”
“What’s a matter now?”
“You know what,” the young girl scowled.
“What? I kissed ya?”
“You kissed me here,” she said covering her violated nip.
“Just a peck. It’s not like I was… never mind. I like your nipples. Ya like my nipples?”
Wendy giggled because she felt strangely excited by Zeke’s physique. He was very muscular with well-defined pectorals. He also had nice dark nipples, nipples she always saw, but really didn’t see when he was shirtless along with the myriad of tattoos that seemed to be everywhere. Now, as he flicked his nipple stiff with a finger, his nipples seemed especially inviting. “Yeah, but they’re not as big as mine,” she replied sheepishly.
“Maybe, but my nipples like to be kissed.”
“I, I don’t know.”
“C’mon sweetie. Just a little kiss.”
Wendy smiled sheepishly. The she bent forward and planted a quick kiss on his right nipple.
“No, not like that. Slowly... lick it with your tongue… suck it into your mouth.”
“Oooooooooo!”
“Oh, c’mere, I’ll show ya.” Zeke leaned forward and slowly took her left nipple into his mouth, tenderly sucking it, nibbling on it, tonguing the erogenous zone, causing it to immediately become stiff and strangely sensitive. She felt funny, very funny and she pulled away, her hand smearing the saliva across the low swell of her budding breast.
“That’s how ya do it. Now that didn’t hurt. Did it? Felt good. Didn’t it?”
Zeke reached behind her back and drew her small frame towards him with his left hand. He lowered his head and sucked in her right nipple, while his right hand gently rubbed her still tingling left nipple. After only a few moments, she began to feel funny again, very funny and she tried to pull away, but he held her tight with his left hand, suckling her pubescent nip until she was squirming and he was ready to release her.
“Nice, very nice,” he said. “I think ya got some of the best nipples in the world.”
“You think so?” she asked breathlessly as she tried to soothe the heat radiating from her now very sensitive nipples with her hand.
“I know so.” His left hand still rested on the small of her back. He let his hand slide down to the top of her panties, toying briefly with the thin elastic waistband. “Now, take off your panties.”
“You have to take yours off first,” she said feeling that she had the upper hand.
“Sure, no problem,” he said destroying her naive notion. Zeke’s jeans were already unfastened and unzipped. He laid out the open fly as wide as possible, showing off his pubic hair and the fact that he wore no underwear. Wendy saw the sharp contrast in skin tone between his upper and lower abdomen as Zeke normally worked shirtless. “Ya want the honors, or do ya want me to do it.”
“Uh, you do it,” she said meekly not sure if she had made the right choice.
“Sure, but next time…” Then he reached into his pants and pulled his pecker out. “Next time if ya want what’s in here…”
Wendy’s eyes got big as she saw a man’s cock up close for the first time. Zeke lifted his hips and slid his jeans down just enough that she could see his balls. Then he pushed them down to his ankles and kicked them completely off.
Wendy stood transfixed as if in a trance. Zeke gently stroked his soft cock for a brief moment. Then he let it swell on its own. Wendy stared, as his cock seemed to rollover. As it began to engorge with blood, it became fatter and longer. She was completely fascinated by the transformation she was witnessing. Soon his cock began to slowly rise, grower ever thicker and longer. The foreskin began to pull back from the purplish glans, slowly revealing the mushroom shaped glans designed by eons of evolution for vaginal penetration.
Zeke touched himself lewdly again, and his cock lurched, as if it had been pinched or poked, and in a final burst, his cock grew to its full 9-inch length. The foreskin was now rolled back completely, revealing to the young girl the overhanging lip of his cock crown. Dark blue veins, crisscrossing crazily across the thick shaft, began to stand out in relief. Her eyes followed his cock tube, bulging like a spine, as it ran from beneath his cock crown to disappear at his testicles. Then, as if dancing, it bobbed about as it throbbed.
“Ya like my cock, girl?”
Wendy blushed slightly. She did indeed like it. The way it curved, it reminded her of a Turk’s scimitar from a book she had read. It was so wonderfully strange, yet beautiful. She reached out to touch the bobbing cock.
Zeke shook his head. “Unh-huh! First, ya gotta take off your panties.”
Wendy smiled meekly and lowered her panties to the floor.
“Ohhhh, yes. That’s much better, much, much better. Turn around, darling. Oh, yeah, you’ve got a nice butt.” Zeke feasted his eyes on her youthful nakedness, wondering just how far she would go. “Not bad, not bad at all,” he muttered as he evaluated the total package. Her tits were still underdeveloped and she only had a patch of fuzz for a bush, but her hips had begun to flair, giving her a nice girlish figure. “Now ya can touch me. Ya can touch me all ya want. We’ve got lots of time, lots of time…your mama won’t be home until after dark.”
The young girl tentatively reached out and touched Zeke’s cock. At contact, her small delicate fingers, cool and gentle, made his cock jump. She jumped back and squealed in delight at the unexpected response.
Zeke laughed out heartily, “It likes ya, sweetheart, it likes ya! G’head, touch it again… Oh, yeah, baby, that feels sooo fuck’n good!”
“You don’t have to curse!” she scolded.
“I’m not curse’n, I’m in heaven.”
Zeke sprawled out lewdly on the sofa, allowing the girl to explore and feel him up. “Oh, baby girl, I do like what you’re doing.” Placing his hands behind his head, he watched the girl for a long time.
“You’re peeing!” she observed.
“No,” he laughed. “that’s not pee, that’s precum. It’s what men secrete when they’re becoming exited.”
“Am I exciting you?”
“Ya can bet your sweet ass ya are, Baby,” he replied huskily. “C’mere.”
Wendy moved closer. Zeke placed a hand behind her back to draw her to him. When she was near enough, his tongue shot out and licked her lips. Wendy tried to draw back, but he held her in position effortlessly. He drove his tongue into her mouth for a very non-plutonic kiss. Her tongue swirled around his as she returned his kiss. After kissing her a few minutes, Zeke kissed up her jaw line and neck to her ears. He licked and nibbled on her fleshy ears lobes. He smiled inwardly as her breathing became pronounced.
The lunch rush was over at Mac’s Diner. Katie cleared her tables and watched as Joy, Mac’s wife, prepared the bank bags for deposit. Even though it was Mac’s restaurant, Joy was the undisputed boss.
Katie stood at the serving window, filling ketchup jars, when Joy entered the kitchen to talk to Mac. Mac listened and nodded, listened and nodded again. As Joy turned and left, Mac caught Katie’s eye. He wiped his hand on his apron and nodded to Katie. It was a ritual that was repeated almost daily and which earned her a nice cash bonus.
Nonchalantly, Katie walked towards the front. Peering out to the parking lot, she made sure that Joy was on her way before slipping into the small office. Moments later Mac was there, still sweating from the heat of the kitchen. His fat hands lifted his soiled apron and unfastened his pants, letting the size 52’s fall around his knees. Katie knelt before him and tugged his boxers to the floor. She turned her head sideways to get under his hairy ponderous gut. As always, his genitals were damp with sweat and his musky odor was strong, and as always, Katie wished that he was freshly showered.
She gripped his uncut penis as she licked at the soft head to begin her fellatio. His dick began to swell, filling her mouth. As Mac neared his maximum size, she couldn’t help but compare his short cock to Zeke’s thick slab of man-meat. When the foreskin completely rolled back, Katie tasted the strong flavor of smeg. ‘Shit! Doesn’t this bastard clean himself?’ she cursed to herself.
Suddenly the door opened. Joy shrieked, “You filthy whore! Trying to steal my husband? Get out of here, you god damned whore! Get out! Don’t you ever set foot in this restaurant again!”
Katie scrambled to her feet as Joy pummeled her with her fists. She backed out of the office and out the front door while protecting her face from the enraged woman. Joy broke off and stormed back inside, reappearing in a minute with Katie’s handbag that she hurled out the door, spilling the contents on impact.
Katie sobbed as she tried to gather her things, the stiff wind blowing paper bills out into the busy street until they stuck to the wet pavement, making recovery difficult and dangerous. What was she going to do? She needed that job. It was the best waitressing job she ever had. Mac’s was a very popular lunch spot for businessmen and lawyers and they tipped her well.
To compound things, just last week she had to pay cash to get the transmission in her car fixed. As always Harry had cut her a deal, but the cash aspect was more than she could afford. That meant she missed paying her bills and now she didn’t have the money to pay rent either. She sat in her car sniffling. She also knew that Joy would try to stiff her for this week’s wages, as well as the tips she’d earned that were placed on a credit card.
She blew her nose as she resolved to ask Zeke to once again help her out, fearing that he would be angry, as he already told her last weekend that, “Damn it! I ain’t paying all your fuckin’ bills!”
Zeke’s hand slid up Wendy’s leg to her bare crotch. Standing, the young girl moaned while he squeezed her nearly hairless vulva. She straightened up, pulling her ear from the wonderful kissing she was receiving. Her hand clasped his hand and tried to pull it away from her pussy, but he was much too strong for her.
Zeke watched in amusement as Wendy struggled ineffectually. Her eyes were closed and her contorted expression said it all. Zeke kept squeezing, his hand indirectly, but strategically stimulating her clit.
Her stomach rippled and her body trembled as shivers of excitement ran up her body until Wendy cried out, “Oh, oh, ohhhhh!”
It wasn’t her first orgasm. She’d been masturbating for nearly a year, ever since her best friend, Mindy had taught her, but it was her first orgasm from a man. She finally broke away and stood a few feet away, panting until the wonderful sensation infusing her entire body and throbbing in her loins subsided.
Grinning salaciously Zeke said to her, “My turn, Baby. Now be good girl, come play with my dick.”
Wendy smiled shyly as she stepped forward and stroked his cock again. Precum had now dripped from his slit to pool on his lower abdomen. Her delicate hand gently ran from his hairy balls, up the long, thick shaft. Dabbling her fingers in the clear liquid lube oozing from the tip of his cock, she delighted in finding it so slippery. Rubbing the transparent juice across and around his spongy glans, Wendy noticed that Zeke breathing had become heavy and it pleased her to realize that she was having an effect on him, similar to the effect he had on her. She continued to squeeze and tease the purplish cock head, flicking it just under the head where the bulging cock tube appeared to end. Zeke twitched at each flick. Wendy beamed with delight.
“Oh fuck yeah, Baby,” Zeke whispered. “That’s it girl, keep it up. I’m almost there. Oh, fuck yeah! Now watch girl, watch.”
Suddenly his cock lurched in her hands as a long rope of cum shot from it. Wendy was startled, but kept rubbing the head. A second spouting glob took air, landing squarely on his chest, just short of the first. Alarmed, Wendy looked at Zeke’s face as if to ask if she had done anything wrong. Zeke looked like he was in pain. His eyes were closed shut, his eyebrows scrunched up as he clinched his teeth. The third eruption landed short of the second. The forth filled his navel with a milky pool of viscous liquid with wild spirals of cloudy strands running through the fluid. The fifth squirt, much smaller in volume than the fourth, merely pumped out of his cock slit and dribbled onto his stomach. The throbbing cock continued to disgorge its creamy secret in an ever decreasing volume, the thick milky liquid running down his shaft and pooling up at the base of his cock. Even after the bountiful eruption ended, the cock pulsated. Wendy stared in utter awe at Zeke’s muscular torso covered with several lines of the strange white fluid from his neck to the base of his cock.
“What in the hell do you think your doing!” shrieked Katie.
Zeke eyes popped open to see the enraged face of the girl’s mother. “Oh fuck!” he muttered as visions of jail time raced through his mind. His mind raced trying to think up an out. He was only dimly aware that Wendy had taken refuge on his chest, hugging him for protection as her mother vented her anger.
“Answer me, goddamn you! What are you doing?”
“Uh, uh, I was just getting my rocks off.” Instantly he regretted the flippant answer.
“You bastard!” the mother shrieked.
“Hey, it’s not like I fucked her! She just jacked me off!”
It was a total and unexpected surprise to Zeke when the screaming suddenly stopped with Katie breaking down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably. She felt so impotent. She knew she should have him arrested, after all, Wendy was barely thirteen, but she knew she couldn’t, she needed him, needed his help.
Katie was always a bit of a hellcat and Zeke had expected blows, blows from an enraged mother or at least blows from an enraged lover, but Katie had just slumped down in defeat. Zeke sensed that there was something more to her reaction, much more. It took a few moments before he realized that she was home early, very early.
“Did ya get fired?” he asked cautiously.
Katie nodded ‘yes’.
“Got caught giving Mac a blowjob?”
Katie looked up, her makeup streaked and nodded ‘yes’.
Zeke lifted Wendy’s head from his chest saying, “Wendy… Wendy darling… It’s okay, Wendy, it’s okay. Look, ya better go get some clothes on, your mama and I need to talk.”
Wendy let her grip go and slowly stood up. She looked down and ran her hand through Zeke’s semen that was now smeared onto her. She looked up at Zeke questioningly.
“Go on girl, it’s okay.” Totally confused by her mother’s reaction, Wendy padded by her prostrate, sobbing mother and disappeared into her tiny bedroom.
After several minutes, Katie got a grip on herself. She looked up at Zeke, his chest glistening from his residue and said, “How could you?”
“Hey, nothing happened. I promise ya, I didn’t fuck her. Take her to a doctor if ya don’t believe me.”
“You son of a bitch!”
“Hey, I was taking a nap,” he lied. “I woke up and she was playing with my cock.” Katie stared at him through blurry eyes, not believing a word, yet the words were what she needed to hear.
‘She’s a tramp, just like me,’ Katie said to herself, thinking back when she lost her virginity. She was nearly the same age. By the time she was fourteen, she had fucked nearly every male in the sleazy trailer park and she was pregnant without a clue as to who the father might be. She suspected it was one of her daddy’s buddies, who fucked her almost daily, but it could have been anyone, even her own daddy. The question of Wendy’s virginity wasn’t in the least important. The fact that she might be fucking Zeke, well, that fact might be important to their survival.
“Okay, I believe you, Baby. I knew that she’d start screwing sooner or later.”
“I didn’t fuck her.”
“Oh, Zeke, I need your help, Baby.”
“What? Ya need money? No problem. I’ll pay all the bills until ya get on your feet again.”
“You will? Oh, Zeke! Thank you, Honey, thank you. I, I really need the help.”
“Sure, Baby… anything,” he said with a sigh of relief. To Zeke, she didn’t seem especially concerned about what he had or might do to her daughter, as long if it meant money to her.
Katie crawled up next to him and kissed him. Then she kissed down his chest, through his spunk down to his dick. Katie loved his dick, and loved what he did to her with it. She lovingly kissed his soft wet pecker and began sucking him.
‘What a friggin’ slut,’ thought Zeke, but he already knew that. In addition to her good looks, being a total slut was the main quality in her he liked best. More than once she had screwed him and a buddy or two; he knew about the bonuses she earned at work; knew about her arrangements with Harry to keep her car running, and he knew about how she usually made the rent.
Katie didn’t notice that Wendy was standing in the kitchen, watching her sucking Zeke’s big cock, and she certainly didn’t notice the jealous look on the preteen’s face. Zeke did notice and smiled mischievously at the girl, urging her through telepathy to pay attention. As a cocksucker, the mother was good, very good and maybe the daughter could learn something. From all appearances, the mother didn’t really give a damn if he screwed her daughter or not. Still, he felt caution was in order. ‘Women can be fickle,’ he reasoned, ‘so I’d better be careful.’
The tip of Zeke’s cock began to tingle, announcing that another orgasm was near. He stopped flirting with the daughter and urged the mother to, “Suck it! Suck it, Baby! I’m almost there. Oh, yeah bitch, ya suck cock soooo fuck’n good. Unhg! Unh! Unhg! Unh! Oooooh yeah!”
Katie swallowed all of his tasty seed and when he had finished ejaculating, she pulled off his spent cock. She looked towards the kitchen, licking her lips and saw her daughter watching.
“Oh, shit,” Katie muttered, suddenly feeling ashamed of herself. “Wendy, honey, I asked you to give us some privacy.”
“Whatever,” said the daughter in feigned disgust as she turned away. As soon as she wasn’t facing her mother, Wendy grinned wickedly. She knew exactly what she wanted to do at the first opportunity.
Katie sat on the edge of the sofa, contemplating what she needed to do. One thing she didn’t want to worry about was Wendy getting knocked up. She knew there was no way to stop her from spreadin’em any more than her daddy could get her to stop spreadin’em, not that he ever tried very hard. But she didn’t want her daughter to suffer the way she did; fourteen years old with a baby. Then when her daddy was sent to jail and got himself killed, she had to work her butt off ever since as a waitress to support herself and her child. It was never easy. It was seldom any fun.
She looked over at Zeke and the mellow, shit-eating smile on his face. “Zeke, put your pants on.”
“Why?”
“Just do as I ask, Honey. Wendy shouldn’t…”
“She’s seen me naked.”
“I know, it’s just…”
“What?”
“Not when I’m home. Okay?”
Zeke thought, ‘Not when I’m home? Hot damn! She doesn’t give a damn what I do, just as long as she’s not home!’ With a smirk he replied, “Sure Baby, if that’s what you want.”
“I, I don’t want her pregnant.” Katie bit her lip formulating what she was about to say next. “Look, she needs to be on birth control.” She fumbled around unaware how what she was saying could be misconstrued. “I can’t afford it. You’re going to have to pay for it.”
Zeke couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Sure! Be glad to help.”
“I’m sure you will,” Katie answered tartly thinking that she had him over a barrel. “Now get your goddamned pants on.”
Zeke pulled his jeans back on and flicked the tube on again. It was amateur videos and he watched enthralled as a big titted babe doused herself with milk. “Shit!” he muttered as he watched the erotic scene.
“Zeke! For Christ’s sake,” Katie pleaded in exasperation, “turn that off please.”
Katie then picked up the phone and called her gynecologist.
“This afternoon? At four thirty?” Katie glanced at the clock, it ten after three. “That’ll be perfect. I’ll have her there.”
While she was on the phone, Zeke had an idea. The wheels in his brain turned over at a furious pace. It would be perfect and Katie wouldn’t need to hit him up for all the bills. As soon as Katie hung up, he made a call while she went to tell Wendy to get dressed.
Katie walked out of Wendy’s tiny bedroom just as Zeke hung up.
“Katie! Get dressed! Wear something sexy. I got ya an interview at four thirty!”
“What? I have to have Wendy at the doctor at four thirty!”
“Shit!” Zeke tried to come up with an answer. He knew that Randy wouldn’t like it if they didn’t show up on time. “Why are ya taking her to the doctor?”
Katie rolled her eyes. ‘Are all guys so dense?’ “Why do you think?”
“Oh,” he said realizing he had perhaps gotten too hasty, but hell, he didn’t want to have to pay all of the damned bills. “Ya do the interview, I’ll take her to the doctor.”
“What is this job?”
“Uh, hostess, and they need somebody tonight!”
Katie looked at him suspiciously. “Hostess?”
“Yeah, hostess. Look, you’ll make more than ya ever did at Mac’s, but ya got to look good. Now hurry up!”
Being nearly flat broke, the prospect of a job and chance of making some money motivated her to rush to the back and slip on a short, slinky dress and high heels. Then she did a quick makeup job. At four, both she and Wendy were ready.
The rain had slacked off and they all piled into Zeke’s pickup truck without getting too wet. Zeke sped over to ‘Randy’s Roadhouse’, a run-down looking joint he frequented on the county line. “Wait here,” he said as he slid from the seat. Zeke disappeared inside for a few minutes and then came outside to get Katie.
As they walked into the dark bar, the odor of stale beer and stale smoke permeated the room. Zeke approached the bar. “Randy, this here’s the cunt I was telling ya about.”
Randy checked her over, the curves of her 36 D breasts, 26 inch waist and 36 inch hips and down her shapely legs to her feet. Then he looked at her face, taking in her pouting red lips, bleach blonde hair and big brown eyes. “Zeke wasn’t feeding me a line of crap, you are pretty, Honey.”
“Thanks,” she replied impish smile. “Zeke says you’re looking for a hostess.”
“Hostess? Uh, yeah, that’s right, Honey,” he said with eyes bright with suppressed laughter. “Come around the bar and give me an interview.”
She came around behind the bar. Randy unfastened his pants and pulled out his pecker. Katie glanced around for Zeke, catching sight of his back just as he went out the door.
Zeke followed Katie’s instructions and arrived at Doctor Tubbs’ office only a few minutes late. He signed her in with the nurse.
“Oh, yes, her mother called,” said the nurse. “Isn’t she with you?”
“No, she had a last minute job interview.” Zeke leaned in close so that no one could overhear him, “She got canned earlier this afternoon and right after she talked with ya, this opportunity came up. She had to take it.”
“Oh. Well, I certainly understand.”
“Her mother asked me to bring her over.”
“And you are?”
“Her uncle. I’m her mother’s brother and I’m just trying to help her out in a pinch.”
“Oh, I see. Well, normally we need a parent or legal guardian, but since I just spoke to her mother, I guess it’ll be all right. Just fill out this history as best you can.”
Zeke sat down and with Wendy’s help, filled out the medical history. It wasn’t accurate, but Zeke hoped it would pass muster. In the blank where it asked ‘Why do you want to see the doctor today?’ Zeke wrote, ‘birth control.’ Finished, he handed the chart back to the nurse.
A few minutes later, the nurse was at the door, holding her chart. “Wendy, the doctor will see you now,” said with a friendly smile.
Tubbs looked over the chart and the accompanying notes provided by his nurse. He looked over at the girl. She was rather young and it was very unusual for an ‘uncle’ to bring in a girl to protect her from an unwanted child. He saw the girl’s mother’s name. Smiling inwardly he thought, ‘That explains it.’
“Okay, Wendy, please undress. You don’t need to be concerned, but I must make a through examination. When you are completely disrobed, please lie on the examination table.”
Tubbs watched as the girl stripped, then he began his examination with taking her blood pressure, listening to her heart and lungs and checking her reflexes. After the preliminaries were over, he began his breast exam. He loved this part of the job, even when the patient was young. “You certainly have big nipples,” he said in an offhand and very undoctorly manner. She smiled tentatively and he smiled back.
“Put your feet in the stirrups.”
Tubbs slipped on a latex glove and probed her vaginal region with lubricated fingers. He was very surprised to find her hymen still intact. He watched her reaction as his practiced fingers felt all around inside her pussy for any abnormalities. Her breathing had become heavier and her vaginal secretions increased very noticeably. His medical exam being completed, it was now playtime. Pretending he was still examining her, his finger massaged her clit. She soon started moaning. Tubbs didn’t look her directly in the eye as the illusion of medical propriety had to be preserved, but she was a hot one. She shuddered as she came and went limp as the orgasm receded.
“You have very good orgasmic responses,” he said clinically as if the test was somehow necessary. He went to the medical chest and gathered his supplies.
“This is a topical anesthesia,” he explained. “It will deaden the feeling in your upper arm. You won’t feel a thing when I make the implant.”
“Implant?”
“Yes. I’m going to place some medicine under your skin. It will prevent you from becoming pregnant for seven years. It’s called Norplant. Best thing is you don’t have to remember to take a pill. I put one in your mother right after you were born and recently I replaced it. It’s very effective… You don’t have little brothers or sisters, now do you? There, it’s all done. Now that didn’t hurt, did it?”
Wendy looked at the tiny incision just as he covered it with a bandage.
“According to what you tell me, your period should begin in a week. Do not have unprotected sex until after your period begins because you can get pregnant. After that, there should be no problem.”
Tubbs next placed a speculum in her pussy and opened her vaginal tunnel to her hymen. He then carefully cut the hymen, so that when she was penetrated, it would tear easily and without as much pain.
Finishing his procedures, Tubbs told her to dress and called for his nurse to send her ‘uncle’ into his office. Zeke entered nervously, wondering why the doctor needed to see him. He sat and waited several minutes before Tubbs took his seat behind the desk.
“It’s all done. I implanted Norplant in her arm. That’s a contraceptive. Very effective. Her mother uses it, so she can explain it to Wendy if she has any questions. Be careful that the incision doesn’t get infected.”
Tubbs looked Zeke directly in the eye. “Now, you may want to know that she’s still a virgin, though I suspect that status will be changed quite soon. She had an abnormally thick hymen. I didn’t remove it, but I cut it to ease penetration.”
Zeke’s nervous eyes made it clear to Tubbs that he had the situation correct.
“No unprotected sex until she starts her period. After that, she will be safe from pregnancy. I want you to bring her back in two weeks so that I can check her hormone levels.”
“Uh, yes sir. Two weeks?”
“She should start her period in five to eight days... Understand?” To be sure that her ‘uncle’ understood when it would be safe to begin fucking her bareback, he repeated with a accusing wag of his finger, “No unprotectede sex... not before she starts her period.” Tubbs shrugged as he added, “After that… well... Now, I’ll see you both in two weeks.”
Randy pulled the now used condom from his cock, discarding it carelessly towards the trashcan. “We get twenty bucks for a lap dance, fifty bucks for a blowjob, a hundred for a straight fuck, one-fifty for up the ass, and an even two hundred for full hour of whatever the customer wants. You buy your own rubbers and you use them. I don’t want you or my customers to catch anything nasty.
“We split the take 75-25. You get seventy-five percent. Actually you’ll only get fifty percent, your pimp gets a quarter too.”
“My pimp?”
“Yeah, your pimp, Zeke. He got you the job, didn’t he? Oh, one other thing; me and my partner, Leroy, we get free samples… unlimited free samples. You also get fifty percent of every drink you hustle if you’re drinking ginger ale, twenty five percent if you’re actually drinking something with alcohol. Don’t get drunk. This is a job, not a frigging party.”
Randy finished dressing. “Wait here. I’ll send Leroy in to meet you.”
He opened the door and shouted, “Leroy!” A few minutes later, the thin black man who Randy had called over to cover the bar, strode in. Leroy wasn’t a particularly big guy, but when he dropped trou, Katie gasped as his overdeveloped dark organ uncoiled like a snake.
On the way home, Zeke stopped at the mall to treat Wendy to a few things. She was very excited to be able to pick out two new outfits. She chose hip-hugger jeans with bell-bottoms, and two short shirts that showed off her navel. Zeke then bought her a half dozen pairs of thong panties to wear around the trailer, along with a belly chain. They caught a bite to eat and headed home, arriving after dark.
To be continued...
In Chapter 2, Katie starts her new job and after putting Wendy on the pill, she still expects her budding daughter to keep her panties on.
This will be a seven chapter series.
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