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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Lou steps out M/f first, M+f 
Date: Mon, 29 Apr 2002 17:10:05 -0400
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Emma-Lou steps out;
It all started when my friend Tonya  invited me over for the weekend.
My mother didn't know there wouldn't be any adults there. Anyway, I was 
already 17, but Mom hadn't seemed to notice; she still wanted me supervised 
all the time.
Anyway, Tonya wanted to dress me up. That was good fun for me, since I only 
ever wore jeans and shirts normally. Mom had tried to get me into a dress 
once a couple of years earlier, but I just wasn't ready for it at the time.
I was a bit tall for Tanya's clothes, so I was looking pretty funny in them.
"Let's go out to a club, Emma Lou!" she suggested.
"In your dreams, Tonya! I would never let anyone see me dressed like this!"
"I know a place down in Rockford. I bet you don't know a soul down there, 
and the bouncer is really friendly, I know he'll let us in! come on, it'll 
be a blast, we can dance and flirt with some guys."
Now the thing was, I was still a virgin. I didn't even date. I was afraid of 
guys, actually. And I was afraid of my mother's disapproval, too. She was 
always telling me how sick men were, and how I should never have anything to 
do with them. Tonya, on the other hand, had discovered sex a year earlier, 
and had been trying to get me to try it ever since.
"Well I'm definitely not going dressed like this."
"But you look great, Emma Lou! They won't be able to take their eyes off of 
you."
"Exactly. I'm not wearing anything that I can't wear a bra under."
"But you don't need one, Emma. Bras are for old ladies whose tits hang. 
Yours hold themselves, and they hold that dress of mine up really well, 
too."
She was painting my face, so I couldn't move just then. But when I did look 
in the mirror, I was pretty impressed with what she'd done; my face looked 
marvelous, and actually, so did the rest of me.
"It's too bad you never let your hair grow." My friend told me; "It looks 
like a safety helmet!"
"Thanks, Tonya. I'll remember that. We don't all have an hour a day to spend 
brushing our hair you know."
"Never mind, let's see if we can get my stockings up your legs."
In fact, we couldn't. My legs were too long, but Tonya knew her mother had a 
pantyless pair, with lace bands on the tops that just hid inside the hem of 
the little green dress I had on. They were black net.
I can't quite figure out how she finally talked me into going out like that; 
it was so unlike me. I guess somewhere in myself I must have wanted to try 
it, once. Get all dressed up and see what reactions I get. And Tonya 
promised to stay right with me, and we'd drive a half an hour south to a 
club where Tonya knew the bouncer, and where no one would know us.
I must have been out of my mind to agree; all I can say is, Tonya is a very 
charismatic person, and she has good powers of persuasion. She convinced me 
it would be a bit of harmless fun, my secret "Coming out".
I have to admit, I did want to experience what it would be like to be seen 
like that. Would men really make passes at me? It was very frightening and 
exciting. Other girls my age [with less dominant mothers] were dressing up 
and dating, going out dancing and even having sex. I sure didn't feel ready 
for sex yet, but I wanted to have some fun; I  wanted guys to want me, just 
so I could have the pleasure of saying "No". I wanted to try life as another 
me, a me who could dance in public dressed like this, a me who could flirt 
with guys. A me that would be completely secret from the people I knew, who 
might talk.
We got to the club at about 7:00, which was a stupid time. The action 
wouldn't start until 10:00. still, Tonya greeted her friend the bouncer at 
the door.
He was a burly looking young black man, and he gave her a wink and a pat on 
the ass as we went in.  "Have a good time, girls!" he said.
"Take those glasses, off, Emma." Tonya told me.
"No way! I can't see a thing without them." I told her.
"Oh, alright; I suppose it looks a little punk." She said.
There weren't many people there, but we danced a little and then ate 
something.
It was true, people kept looking at me. A couple of different guys sent us 
drinks, but we sent them back since neither of us took alcohol. But we 
smiled at them and felt happy, naughty, and sexy.
There was a table with about 4 men, and they kept looking at us. One or two 
of them were really cute, and I danced with one for a while. He invited me 
back to their table.
Tonya was still dancing, but I needed a break. I sat with them.
They were really nice guys, I thought. They got me some fruit punch when I 
told them I didn't drink, and they all said how pretty I was. I was feeling 
so glorious; I'd never had that kind of attention from a boy, let alone four 
adult men. Of  course I was quite aware that all of them would probably like 
to seduce me, but they were somehow respectful of me; I wasn't frightened of 
them.
Then I noticed that Tonya was missing.
I searched all over for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I felt more 
than a little panic; I didn't even have a bag, and the skimpy dress I was 
wearing had no pockets, I didn't even have a coin for a phone call. Her car 
wasn't in the parking lot any more.
It was about 10:00 by then, and I sat with my new friends for another half 
hour as I waited nervously for Tonya to reappear. She had always been a 
mischievous type, but I couldn't believe she'd just left me like that. 
Finally,  I had to ask if one of the guys could drive me home.
"You're from up in Wallace? That's way out of my way." Said one of the cute 
ones.
"I'll take her." Said one named Red. "I live out that way."
At least he hadn't been drinking much. And I thought I should be safe with 
him, too, since he hadn't been paying as much attention to me as the others, 
and he was so old, about 40 or so.
Gosh, was I wrong.
I should have just told him to stuff it, and gone back into the club when he 
demanded I kiss him.
"Oh come on now, Emma Lou, I'm going to drive you all the way to Wallace, 
it's almost an hour extra driving for me; all I'm asking for is a harmless 
little kiss."
Much later, I realized those fruit punches I'd been drinking had some booze 
in them, and even though it was too little to taste, I was slightly high.
I don't remember agreeing to kiss him. But I sure remember doing it.
We were standing outside, next to his car. He was really strong, and once he 
had his arms around me, there wasn't anything I could do, anyway.
It was wonderfully wicked; he was big and strong, and quite handsome, 
really. He held my head in his big hand like a toy ball, and both my ass 
cheeks in his other.
In the heels I was wearing, I was only slightly shorter than he was, but I 
was less than half his weight, I'd guess. There was nothing to do but 
surrender to him then, and let his lips slide over mine; let him bite my ear 
and neck ever so gently, and then push his tongue between my lips.
The hand on my ass slid up my back, but the one on my head stayed put, 
clamping my skull like a vise while Red kissed me and kissed me.
It's not like I'd never had a little petting session or two when Mom wasn't 
looking, but nothing like this had ever happened to me. It was so primal, so 
weird, so un-Emma Lou; and most importantly, no one would ever know. No one 
would know I'd kissed a strange man old enough to be my dad in a parking lot 
of a dance club; that was the most important thing to me at that moment.
"There, now; that wasn't so bad, was it?" Red told me, letting me go and 
opening the car door for me.
As he closed it, I realized that no one had ever opened and closed a door 
for me before. I don't know why that seemed important to me, but it did.
We'd only been driving for about 10 minutes when he pulled into a lay-by.
"Why don't you slide on over here close to me, sweetheart?" he suggested 
with a sly smile.
Well, I was pretty scared. I was alone now, in the middle of nowhere in the 
dark night with a strange man. I'd enjoyed our "little harmless" kissing 
earlier, but I knew that to do any more of that would get me in big trouble. 
I didn't want to lose my cherry to this guy, even though I did find him 
attractive. Not on that night, not in a car!
"Come on, sweetheart, we both know you want it. Just give me a little cuddle 
here." He said persuasively.
"Please just take me home." I said.
"You're so sexy, baby, you're giving me blue balls." He said. "How can I 
drive like that? Please, honey; give me a little more of that sweet loving 
of yours."
Somehow it was the "sweet loving" line that did it. If what we'd already 
done qualified as "loving", and that would do... well...
In the privacy of Red's car, his hand went to my ass UNDER my dress; his 
fingers slipped under my panties.
I know I shouldn't have felt so excited by his old fingers on my ass; I 
should have been disgusted. But I surrendered to him, at least at first, and 
I liked it. It was so wicked, so dark and forbidden. My dress was soon up 
around my hips as his confident hands roamed freely over my rear end and 
thighs, as well as between my thighs, fingering my most private place 
tentatively. The sensation was almost too much for me; I felt as though I 
were falling, falling into a dark bottomless pit of iniquity.
"No, stop!" I suddenly cried. "Please, Red. Stop now."
Well, he did, more or less. He let me go and I slid away from him, to catch 
my breath and try to get my brain functions back.
"Honey, I can't drive with this." He told me, gabbing the lump in his 
trousers. I stared in shock as he pulled it out, carefully maneuvering it 
past his zipper.
I'd never seen a real one before. I'd seen a picture once, that was all. I 
didn't realize they're so big. I stared at it with fear and fascination.
"Come on now, Emma Lou." Red said, "Grab a hold of it. Come on, it won't 
hurt you. You better do it, Emma Lou, `cause I'm not going anywhere until 
you do. Be a good girl, now, and give my pecker some attention."
I could just see it in the gloom. I have to admit, the idea of feeling it in 
my hands was pretty exciting. Still, I knew I'd better not, and I decided 
not to do it. But then I did anyway.
I can't explain it; my hands were just suddenly there, under the steering 
column, around this man's penis. "No one will ever know" I kept saying to 
myself as I fondled him, fascinated  with the feel of the organ in my hands; 
"No one will ever know."
"Oh yes, baby, that's the way." Said Red, and rewarded me by starting the 
engine and driving on as I continued.
He put his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him, as he grunted 
and sighed in happy satisfaction. It was so weird and good, terrible and 
alien, powerful and potent.
"You're a fine girl, Emma Lou." Red said after a while. "This is my place 
here."
I was suddenly shocked into awareness; how was it that I hadn't noticed 
where we were going? He was pulling into the short driveway of an isolated 
little house.
"Let's go inside, honey." He said, opening his door and getting out while 
trying to get his stiff organ under cover.
"Wait, No, I thought you were taking me home!" I burbled in some panic. This 
was his house! He had brought me here to have sex with me! I was freaked. I 
had gone too far, I was in danger; why oh why did I let myself get into this 
horrible situation?
"Relax, sweetheart." He said, smoothly, "I have to find my credit card so I 
can buy gas, that's all. It'll go quicker if you come on in and give me a 
hand, but suit yourself."
He went inside, leaving me alone as the evening cooled.
I can't really say how long I waited for him out there; it seemed like a 
long time to me, and I was getting cold. I went in to look for him.
It was clearly the abode of a single man; it was basically clean, but there 
was a dead plant in a corner, and some dirty washing in another. Red was 
scuttling around in the kitchen.
"Oh, there you are." He said, "You want some tea or coffee or something?"
"No." I said, sullenly.
"Don't be like that, darling!" he said, stepping up next to me and putting 
his arm around me, "I didn't mean to ignore you or anything, it's just that 
I can't find the damn card..."
And then he was kissing me.
I mean, it wasn't like he hadn't done so before, but we were in his house; 
there were walls, privacy, and a bedroom here somewhere.
But he was so strong; his arms were like steel, his lips were burning me. I 
couldn't fight him, I couldn't find the will power to refuse his desire. My 
inadequate skirt slid up my back as his powerful hand massaged my ass, my 
head was helpless in his iron grip, unable to do anything but surrender.
Then he released me, as suddenly as he'd clamped me.
"You'd better take that dress off, Emma Lou." He said in a hoarse voice.
"No, no I think you should take me home now." I told him, optimistically.
"If you don't take that little thing off right now, I'll rip if right off 
your back, girl. You don't want your pretty little dress ruined, do you? 
Take it off, Emma Lou. Now."
I could feel the blood drain from my face, and my knees went weak. My heart 
was pounding in my ears as Red put his arms around me again, this time to 
unzip my dress. He didn't tear it, as he'd threatened; he simply removed it 
and threw it over a chair.
As I related earlier, I was wearing no bra; I was naked above my hips, my 
slim waist and adolescent orange sized breasts exposed. I had on 
suspenderless black net stockings, a pair of black panties, and Tonya's high 
heels.
Red looked me up and down with obvious approval before steering me through 
his living room into his bedroom.
"Sit down on the bed, sweetheart. You must be just about the prettiest girl 
on God's good earth. Now you know perfectly well there's no possible way 
you're leaving here without doing what we came for, so you can just stop 
your little teary eyed routine. It's real sweet and all, but honey, after 
what you did to me back in the car, I've got to have you right away. So you 
just relax and let me drive; you're going to like this a lot."
As he spoke, I was paralyzed with fright while I watched him remove his 
clothes. He was lean and hugely muscled; his ass was round and strong, his 
penis proud and hard. But he was old; at least 40 years old, with a hairy 
chest and stubble on his chin.
He loomed over me, and pushed me onto my back. He covered me, his weight on 
his elbows and knees, barely actually touching me; then he started.
I was helpless as he kissed my face and neck, squeezed my shoulders and 
arms. His burning hot penis slid over me as he moved my body into different 
positions, licking my back and the back of my neck, my ass, and my vagina 
after he removed the panties.
I had never expected to have such a feeling; desire and fear, attraction and 
repulsion, loathing and lust.
His tongue played a strange tune on my clitoris, driving me to a point so 
close to the edge, yet unable to take me all the way there.
And just when I thought he was ok, just when I was consciously thinking 
maybe I wanted this to happen; he took his tongue from my box and put his 
cock to my face.
I knew he'd wanted me to do that to him in the car, but I didn't want to. I 
didn't want to suck his old thing; I didn't know why I found it so alluring 
in my hand, and I knew that it was virtually inevitable that the strange 
object would invade my body that evening, and I was even reconciled to that; 
but I didn't want it in my mouth. I had a couple of girlfriends who used to 
tell the rest of us how they loved to give head, then gross us out by 
describing the eventual outcome [Outcome! Haha] in detail. I didn't feel 
ready for that, it was a bridge I didn't want to cross yet.
Red's thumb entered my mouth, and it rotated inside against my teeth and 
gums, cruel and sharp.
"Open up wide now, Emma Lou." He told me, and he sort of pried my mouth open 
before pushing his big old cock between my lips.
Tonya always said it was so sexy; Jennifer used to say she loved the way 
guys would do anything for her if she did it.
That's what I was thinking as a man's penis entered my mouth for the first 
time.
I was afraid of it, that's the truth. I was afraid it would make me 
nauseous, and I'd have to puke.
Red didn't push it in more than a couple of inches. He clamped my head 
between his hands and drove it in and out a few times, and I tried not to 
panic as the tip scraped across the roof of my mouth, stopping just short of 
the back of my throat.
"Damn, you're a pretty girl, Emma Lou! Suck on it a little... that's it, baby. 
You're a good kid, I like you already."
He pulled out, to my relief, and I took my glasses off, since they were a 
bit clammy against my nose.
"Keep them on, baby. I think they're kinky." Red told me.
I'd hardly ever had anyone say they liked the way I looked, and never in my 
glasses. I put them back on as he started caressing and biting me again, 
rolling me onto my stomach while he slid his dick between my thighs and ass 
cheeks. He cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples, and generally played 
with my young body and mind.
He flipped me over, so I was on my back; he lifted my knees upwards and 
outwards, he placed the tip of his tool to my helplessly wide open groin;
"Do you want it honey?" He asked.
"No." I gasped, "No."
"Yes, Emma Lou. You do. Feel this? Is it good? It is, isn't it?"
"No. please, no Red."
"Yes, Emma Lou. I want to hear you say `yes' before we go all the way. We 
both know you really want it, don't we?"
"No, Red... I don't think..."
He couldn't wait anymore, and his thumbs were pulling my lower lips open 
while he pushed at it with the tip of his organ. I could feel it pressure 
against me, right up to my head; I could feel the blunt tip stretching me as 
it entered, invading my helpless virgin frame, penetrating, pushing into 
where no wrong had been done before, where no man had yet polluted.
And then, in the midst of my panic and turmoil, he pulled it back out, 
before it had got more than an inch inside.
"Do you want it, Emma Lou?" he asked again.
I couldn't believe he would tease me like that; do it or don't do it, I was 
thinking. I was helpless against him; he had me in his power.
"Yes." I whimpered.
"Good girl. Now we're going to have some real fun."
Even as he spoke, he was putting it back inside, and the delicious burning 
pain of his entry was mine again.
I was on my back with my long thin legs stretched all the way out, and my 
older lover was massaging my clit with his thumb as he slowly and carefully 
worked his hard penis deeper into my body.
I felt it hit a barrier inside me, and a burning pain as it burst through. 
Deeper, into the middle of me it went. I could feel it probing, stretching, 
stimulating parts of me that I didn't know were even in there. I thought I 
would be split in two by  the sheer sensation of it. It was horrible, like 
that movie "Aliens"; it was wonderful, like a love song.
With agonizing slowness, he started to perform the act; puling his thing out 
of my little body only to force it right back in. I could feel my face and 
ears burning, I could feel a rushing at my groin, I could feel the tip of my 
first lover's cock impacting somewhere at the base of my stomach.
I had had orgasms before, alone in my bed, fingering my clit while thinking 
of some man or boy I'd met that day; how different it was to have a big 
strong man to hold myself against, a living, pulsing, burning organ sliding 
unstoppably inside, strong hands gripping me under the armpits, holding me 
tight as he ravished me.
A grin of delight was plastered across his face as he watched me in my 
primal vulnerability. I was coming, and if I had mixed feelings about it, 
Red surely didn't. He loved  it, and he wasn't planning to stop for a while.
The pain soon receded as my supple young body grew accustomed to this new 
activity, leaving behind only the incredible pleasures of what I now knew to 
be sex.
Red turned me over and did me from behind, he did me on my side. He laid me 
on my back again and did me without mercy, until I was just jello. He didn't 
let me take Tonya's high heels off, and I was wearing Tonya's mother's 
stockings the whole time too, as well as my glasses.
He became more and more beautiful to me with each orgasm he pushed me 
through, and by the time I felt his sticky goo squirting burning hot up 
inside me, I no longer cared or feared it [although I did later].
Neither of us could seem to think of much to say as we showered, dressed, 
and red finally drove me to Tonya's [he seemed to forget the need for the 
credit card and gas]. I suppose that's the problem with a lover more than 
twice your age; it might be great in bed, but then what do you do?
He gave me a card with his number on it as I got out of his car. "Give me a 
call, Emma Lou... maybe we can get together again sometime." He said with a 
wry smile.
"Emma Lou! Where the hell were you? I was starting to get freaked!" Tonya 
said. It was about 2:00AM.
"Where was I? Where were you! I had to get back by myself!"
"I was in my car in the parking lot making out with that hot bouncer."
"I didn't see your car there at all."
"I had to move the car to the back of the parking lot so we'd have some 
privacy. We saw you come out with that old guy and kiss him like you were 
just married before you drove off with him and didn't come back. Look, Emma 
Lou, if you wanted to get it on with the guy you know it's cool with me, but 
you really could have called. Kinky, Emma Lou, really kinky. You never knew 
your dad, did you?"

I was sure my mother would notice the change in me; I was sure everyone 
would notice, but no one seemed to. Life went on as usual. I went to school, 
I did my chores. But I was different; I'd tasted the apple, and I wanted to 
taste it again. I held out for a week or two; then I called Red.
I walked through the woods behind my house to where a larger road cut 
through, and he met me there in his car. I jumped in and he pulled away.
He took me for dinner in a little place an hour down the road where neither 
of us would be known. He was being sweet, treating me to a date like that, 
but we couldn't find much to talk about.
He was into football, cars, and politics; I only knew about celebrities, pop 
music, and school.
I told him a little about myself, about my repressed life at home and my 
wild friend Tonya, whose clothes I'd been wearing when we'd first met. I was 
in slacks and a tee-shirt.
"Let's go back to my place." He said.
He was dressed a bit better this time, and freshly shaved. He smiled at me 
as I fished out his penis in the car without being asked. It was still 
daylight, but we were on back country roads where it was unlikely we'd have 
to stop. Acting on an impulse, I bent down and took him in my mouth for a 
moment.
It was different this time. I wasn't afraid of it any more; it was my 
friend, my best friend [even if I hardly knew the man it was attached to]. I 
kissed it and slowly circled it with my tongue; I sucked it gently as it 
stiffened for me.
We undressed quickly once we were alone in Red's little house, and we both 
had to laugh a little with the sheer exhilaration of it; we were going to do 
it, no games, no hesitations. Sex, pure lovely primal sex was why we were 
here, and there was no pretense about it this time.
I had to keep at least one hand on his big hot hard dick while he sucked my 
toes, ran his tongue up my calves and thighs, kissed my pussy and my 
nipples.
Once more he held me in his powerful arms as he explored my mouth with his 
tongue. This time, though, my tongue tasted his mouth back.
I sucked that big wonderful cock, watching him watching me. It was nice, 
nicer than Tonya had said it was; because I could see how it pleased my 
lover so.
And when he did it to me for the second time, it was even better than the 
first. I would do anything for this man, I remember thinking, I'd be his 
girl, his wife, his whore.
It was a prophetic thought.

I started seeing him regularly. I'd sneak off somewhere and he'd pick me up 
and take me home. We even found we could communicate a little other than 
sexually, after a while.
I guess it was inevitable that my mother would find out. She searched my 
room during one of the last days of school, and found my pills [Red didn't 
like to have to wear condoms when we did it].
Of course she went completely ballistic. She was screaming so loud, the 
whole neighborhood could hear.
I'd had enough of it by that time; as she stood hollering at me, I packed a 
small bag and headed for the door.
A pot or two hit the walls as I crossed the living room; "If you leave this 
house now, you never come back! Do you understand, Emma Lou?" she screeched. 
With a show of outward calm I didn't feel, I left.
"Whore!" my mother yelled from the door for all to hear as I walked down my 
street. It wasn't even true yet.

I phoned Red from Tonya's place, and he picked me up. I felt a sort of 
relief that I was away from home at last, although I would have preferred a 
smoother exit.
I started keeping my lover's house and cooking his food. He was very 
particular about everything, but once he showed me how he wanted things 
done, I was able to earn my keep.
Red didn't have a regular job. He bought old cars, fixed them up, turned 
back their odometers, and sold them; he sold a little "Grass", and he 
usually picked up a few extra dollars playing poker on Saturday nights.
The first few weeks were magical; I had never felt so fulfilled as I cooked, 
cleaned, and ironed his clothes.
And of course there was a lot of sex; that was the one area where we were 
totally confident with each other. I wasn't too good in the kitchen, and Red 
could see how I would wince when he cursed or used profanity [which he did 
liberally], but in bed we were of one mind. We knew how to please each 
other, and we both loved it. Red liked to see how many times he could make 
me come, and I liked to see how often I could get him going again. We did it 
twice or even three times a day, at first. I came to love sucking him until 
he was ready to give it to me again. He liked me to wear my glasses, even 
though I could have got contacts.

Red hosted the poker game at his house, and I served the boys sandwiches and 
drinks. Red didn't cheat at cards [as far as I knew], but he asked me to 
dress myself up. He said it would distract the others and give him an edge. 
At first I just wore some light makeup, a pair of very short shorts, and a 
tee shirt that left my navel showing; but Red took me shopping and got me 
some outfits specially designed to tease.
I was surprised to find myself looking forward to game night; it was fun. I 
wore net stockings and shorts, and a bikini top. The next week I switched to 
a mini-skirt, and then I started wearing a lace bra with it, so they could 
all enjoy tantalizing glimpses of my firm young breasts. The boys all loved 
it, and Red gave me some of his winnings. Sometimes one of the guys would 
run a hand up the back of my leg as I brought him something to eat or drink. 
I didn't mind, it was all part of it; I loved the attention, approval, and 
naughtiness of it all.
Then came the night Red started losing.
I could see him getting more and more frustrated as his usually generous 
pile of chips shrunk. Then there was a "big hand", one where the stake rose 
and rose. Red didn't have enough to stay in.
"I tell you what, boys;" he said, "I'll put up Emma Lou here. She must be 
worth a couple of hundred for the night to any one of you. This here 
matchbook is Emma Lou for the night, or two Hundred bucks."  And he threw a 
pack of matches on the pile in the middle of the table.
"Hey, I don't know, Red..." one of the guys started to complain.
Red stood up, pushing back his chair. The muscles of his shoulders were 
hunched up, and his face would have given a child nightmares for a week. 
"You got a problem, Robby?" he growled menacingly.
"Uh...No, Red, it's fine." Robby said, looking cowed.
I was pretty freaked out by this, I didn't know if it was serious. I liked 
these guys, but not in that way. I enjoyed dressing provocatively and 
flirting with them, but I didn't want to be traded like a commodity.
Anyway, Red won the hand and got ahead before the game stopped at 2:00AM. 
But a precedent was set; the "Emma Lou chip" was used again the next week, 
and it was inevitable that red would lose it eventually.
It was Eddie who kept the chip and refused to sell it back to Red. I thought 
Red was going to start a fight, but Eddie was probably as tough as Red was, 
and someone would surely have gotten hurt.
"You've been using the `Emma Lou chip' for a month, Red." Eddie said. "We've 
been accepting it. Now I want to cash it in. Sorry, Emma Lou, I wasn't 
meaning no disrespect, but that's how we call it when we turn in our chips."
I stood stiff in the corner as the tableau played out, suddenly very 
uncomfortable in my sexy outfit. The boys were all waiting for the outcome 
too, nearly as tensely as I was.
"Go on, then." Red said. "Take her home with you. But I want her back in the 
morning, and she'd better be alright, you got it?"
"Sure, Red." Eddie said with a grin. "You know I wouldn't hurt Emma Lou. 
Come on, honey, let's go."
Red wouldn't meet my eye as I threw some toiletries in a bag and left with 
Eddie, as I'd been told.
Eddie was big and tough, gnarled and old. If red could have been my dad, 
Eddie could have been my grand-dad. I think he was around sixty.
"Are you afraid, Emma Lou?" he asked me, not unkindly, as we drove off in 
his pick-up.
"Yes." I answered truthfully. "I've never been with anyone but Red before."
"Really? You should find a nice boy your own age, sweetheart." He said, 
running his old hand up my naked thigh. I was wearing a skimpy green 
sequined dress that left my top and bottom barely covered, and the area 
in-between gift wrapped.
We shared a shower together; Eddie soaped me up, shamelessly enjoying 
himself. His old dick was as stiff as Red's ever was, and he rubbed it 
against my soapy nakedness.
"This is a real treat for me, Emma Lou." He told me, "I'm not a lady's man 
like Red, and I haven't hardly been with a woman at all since my wife died 
five years ago. You don't mind, do you? I mean, it was Red who kept staking 
you. How about a kiss, sweetie?"
Well, it was what I was there for. We kissed for the first time in the 
shower, and I tried to figure out how I actually felt about this. I knew I 
should have been outraged, I should have left Red the first time he threw my 
chip on the table; but where could I go? What could I do?
I knew Eddie; I liked him. So why should there be a problem? He was lonely, 
and he was right about the chip. I'd been on the table and around the table, 
teasing those poor boys, and now Eddie had called the bluff. It wouldn't 
harm  me to please him, and I knew Red needed the $200.
The old man held me gently while we kissed. It was ok. It was wicked, more 
wicked than it was with red; that was what made up for Eddie's age. I was 
enjoying myself thinking how it would give my mother a heart attack if she 
knew.
We rinsed and dried up, then went to bed.
I was surprised at his energy; somehow I thought because he was old he must 
be feeble, but it wasn't so. Eddie was strong and lean, and Eddie made love 
with me. He kissed me and cuddled me, he licked my clit. When he climbed 
between my legs and put his stiff old penis to my entrance, I realized that 
I actually wanted to feel it inside my  body. He held me tight and slid it 
up inside, warming me with that wonderful feeling of invasion. His motion 
was different than Red's, but it ultimately had the same effect; I saw pure 
joy on his face as I came for him, and I felt I had done a wonderful thing 
when I felt his old penis deep inside me reciprocating, as he pumped his 
fluid into my waiting womb.
I would have liked to have him again in the morning before he took me back, 
but he said he couldn't. Still, we had a cuddle, and I couldn't resist a 
little taste. I felt it grow in my mouth, and I sucked him slowly, just for 
the fun of it, enjoying the wicked sensation of it. No one would ever need 
to know that I actually enjoyed it with old Eddie, no one would know that I 
sucked his cock just for the pure joy of it.
No one would know that he suddenly tensed up and came, and that I swallowed 
it happily.

Red was furious when I told him we'd done it without a condom.
"That's only for me! From now on, you always use a condom or else you say 
"No", understand?"
"Yes." I said meekly, trying to get him calm. Later, I realized what that 
really meant; it meant there was a "now on". I was a whore for the poker 
players, and every Saturday night whoever got the chip would doubtlessly be 
taking me home.
In practice, it  was always the same four or five guys. There were a few 
others there who had wives or girlfriends they didn't want to cheat on, and 
they always bet my chip if they'd won it; the guys who liked to do it with 
me would hold my chip if they were winning, or play it again if they weren't 
doing so well. They used to apologize to me when they played the chip in a 
hand, and flirt hopefully while they held it.
Red always replayed the chip immediately if he won it back; he had me six 
nights a week, and he'd rather have the money it was worth.
They were all sweet guys, and I didn't mind too much, except when I had to 
sleep with Harvey, since he was terribly fat.
In fact, I was generally really pretty excited on Saturdays. It was like a 
lottery, I never knew who I'd end up with. And I found it so flattering that 
they all thought I was worth that kind of money.
There were also a couple of guys who only joined the game once or twice; 
they were both fascinated with the "Emma Lou chip", but failed to win me.
The sex? I bet that's all anyone really wants to hear about.
It was fun at first. It was so wicked and weird, so against everything I'd 
been brought up to believe in.
We always used condoms, and to me that somehow made it pretty harmless. I 
let Eddie do it to me without, though, since we had already done it that 
way; but I made him promise he wouldn't tell Red. I really liked old Eddie, 
he was the sweetest.
They were each different but all the same. They each had different ways they 
liked to hold me, kiss me, and so on; a couple of them liked to lick me out 
first. But they all loved it just the same when I gave them head, and they 
all just loved to get their things into me. They all loved it when I came, 
and didn't seem to notice when I had to fake it.
One Saturday evening, young Robby was somehow trying to get the chip. I  was 
quite flattered, he had never held it when he'd had it before. I thought he 
was cute, and I didn't mind the idea that he might be my lover that night. 
He even tried to buy it from Harvey, but Harvey wouldn't sell. "That would 
be an insult to Emma Lou." He stated firmly. It was a nice thing to say, but 
I really wouldn't have minded; it was a hot night, and Harvey didn't have 
air-conditioning to lessen the discomfort of sex with the big guy.
I went with fat Harvey. I got him on his back and got on top that time; that 
worked really well, I could service him without getting crushed. I bucked my 
hips and kissed him until he came. Harvey wasn't a bad guy, he just needed a 
good exercise regime.
Anyway, Robby came by to talk to Red on Sunday; he asked if he could hire me 
to work a stag party the next night. I was appalled when Red agreed.
For the first time, I opposed him.
"If you think I'm going to do it with a dozen drunken men, you must be out 
of your mind!"
"Is that what you think? Relax, Emma Lou. You just do it with the groom." 
Red said soothingly.
"Really? That's all?"
"Well, you're supposed to do a strip tease for everyone first, that's sort 
of traditional. But that's pretty harmless, isn't it? You've been nearly 
naked every poker night with the boys, anyway."
"He's a really nice guy, Emma Lou." Robby added, "You'll like him, I 
promise!"

I danced and pulled my clothes off in the hotel suite as eight men cheered 
me on. They were all in their mid twenties. The groom was a sweet guy, as 
Robby had promised, and would have been handsome if it hadn't been for an 
unfortunate weak chin.
All the men touched me, and I let them fondle my breasts and everything; 
Robby had paid $300, and I felt the boys should have fun. I found that I was 
enjoying myself; they were all petting and appreciating me, even Robby.
I suppose most girls would have been appalled; but I was just reveling in 
the approval, the acceptance of all these men.
I watched part of a porno movie with them; I thought it was pretty bad, but 
I'd never seen one before so had little to judge it by. I mean, the men all 
had bigger equipment than I'd ever handled by a good margin, and those girls 
all deep throated them [I was thinking maybe I would have to learn how to do 
that], but as actors, they all failed to convince me that they were actually 
enjoying themselves.
I served the guys drinks, completely naked, and I sat on a sofa between two 
of them for a few minutes and watched the movie with them while they ran 
their hands over my body.
I gave them each a kiss before pulling the hesitant groom into the bedroom.
The poor guy was so nervous, he couldn't get it up. That made me a little 
worried; what if Robby wanted some of the money back? There might be 
trouble.
Anyway, I just undressed him and cuddled with him for a while. I told him it 
was ok, and kissed him while I played with his little softy. After a while, 
he started to respond.
I realized he had no idea how to make love with a woman. Suddenly, I knew 
why I was here; to teach him.
It was weird, since he was at least five years older than me, but he took my 
suggestions gracefully. I taught him how to touch me in the right way, and 
how to lick me to get me randy.
We ended up doing it nice and slow for quite a while, and I faked an orgasm 
as well as having one real one before he came.
"You're really something, Emma Lou." He told me as he dressed [my clothes 
were out in the other room]. "Several friends of mine are getting married 
soon, and I'm going to make sure you get the stags."
I wasn't sure that I wanted to do this again. These guys were all pretty 
nice, but I knew that that was just luck.
The other guys were all pretty wound up when I went back into the other 
room.
"Hey Emma Lou, would you do the rest of us for $75 each?" one of the guys 
asked hopefully.
I was pretty shocked at the suggestion; then I remembered where I was, and 
exactly what my role was at this event. These guys all thought of me as a 
prostitute, and I guess they were right; but that wasn't what I was in my 
own mind. There were seven of them, and I wondered if I could do it. It 
would be a lot of money, and I knew Red would be awfully pleased if I 
brought it home. And of course they would have to wear johnies, so it wasn't 
like I was going to get a gallon of mixed male seed in me.
"For a hundred each, I'll do it." I said on impulse; and they agreed.
I couldn't believe it! Seven hundred dollars for an hour or two on my back; 
I'd never seen that much money in my life.
It went ok for the first four, but then I started to get sore. I realized 
that I should have brought some kind of lubricant. I wanted that money, but 
I sure didn't want my bits damaged when I was just 18. I told the next guy 
to come in I'd blow him.
He didn't mind at all, even though I couldn't do it like those porno girls. 
I tried, though.
I figured it was sort of my duty to do my best if I was getting that kind of 
money for it. And anyway, his dick was kind of thin and long, so it was good 
for trying.
I really couldn't figure out how they do it, it kept making me gag. Still, I 
like doing it in general, so it was fine. I didn't let him come too soon, 
and I think he really liked the service. I spat it in the sink, since there 
were two more to go.
Robby was last, and I did it with him both ways. I had been thinking about 
him a lot, I thought he was so sweet.
His cock was on the small side, and I managed to get it all the way in my 
throat briefly once or twice. He was just ecstatic, and we did it regular 
after that until we both came.

Red heard about the extra money; I should have asked the guys to keep quiet 
about it. Anyway, he sure was mad that I'd held out on him, and he hit me. I 
was going to leave the next day, I didn't know where I would go, but I was 
leaving. But then he said how sorry he was, and how he was just mad that I 
would lie to him like that. We made up, and he made love with me so sweetly 
and tenderly, I wondered afterward how I could ever have thought of leaving 
him.
Once more I was helpless in his arms. Like a leaf blown in the wind, I had 
no will of my own; no choice as to the direction I was headed. My lover held 
my in his power, both physical and physiological, as his penis slid in and 
out of my naivety,  driving me helplessly from one orgasm to the next, until 
the fog of hormones I lived in had colored everything roses again.
"You're my little love machine, Emma Lou." He told me as we were cooling 
down afterwards. "I just never knew you had it in you to do eight guys. 
That's really something, honey."
"Really?" I asked, basking in the happy glow of his approval.
"Absolutely, baby. Girls like you aren't born every day." He told me, 
kissing me tenderly. "I bet I could find plenty of work for you. There's 
bachelor party work of course, and maybe we could get you into that strip 
club over in Fulton, they're always looking for new girls. I bet I could get 
you into videos, that pays real good."
Suddenly, strangely, the fog seemed to lift from my mind.  I suddenly knew 
that the man in my arms was a monster, a complete bastard. He would ruin me, 
destroy me, and throw me away when he was through.
Suddenly I could see the future he would bring me; poverty and humiliation 
as I was sold again and again, until I would be never be able to regain a 
normal life, until I would never be able to love as others did.

Author's note; below is my preferred "Nasty twist" ending; the alternate 
"porn star ending" is available at;   
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/aceinthe_hole/www/porn_star_ending.htm


And the other possibility; to call my mother, retrieve my life, pick up my 
diploma, possibly still get to university if any had accepted me on the 
basis of the applications I'd mailed in my previous life, only three months 
earlier. Short sharp humiliation allowing the possibility of salvation.
My mother acted as if the summer of my shame had never occurred; as if she 
hadn't called me a whore and told me to go. We didn't talk about it at all 
until I was about to leave for the bus that would take me to the university 
on the coast.
I mentioned his name in passing, that was all.
"Red? His name was Red? Red Thompson, from Southfield?"
"Yes." I told her; and she turned white as a ghost and fainted, falling into 
a heap on the floor.
It took me three years to make her tell me what I knew must be the truth. 
What else could have caused such a reaction, even in a person like my Mom?
Randolph "Red" Thompson is my biological father.
Ace 2002
Note; I didn't add an "incest" code to this story; although that's what is 
revealed in the end, no one knew it [the characters, readers, or even me] at 
the time, so couldn't be disgusted or excited by it.

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