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From: phoenlxarlzona@aol.com (Phoebe and Michael)
Subject: {ASSM} Poppy's Revenge (M/ff-teens, ff-teens, inc, exh)
Date: Sun,  5 Jan 2003 00:10:06 -0500
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Poppy's Revenge (M/ff-teens, ff-teens, inc, exh)
By Sarah Anne Talley (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

Poppy's life as a teenage porn star. Her encounters with 
men who either took advantage of her or helped her 
along depending on how one looks at it. She's street-
smart and not easily faked out; so don't mess with this 
girl.

***

Author note: This is purported to be a true story and 
was told to me by a girl I've known and work with. I 
added some details but the basic ingredients were given 
to me by her and knowing her as I do I believe that she 
is capable of the actions described.

***

My parents named me Poppy in honor of the poppy plant 
that produces opium. Actually, they didn't get around 
to naming me until I was three years old, and my dad 
was so zipped that he came up with the name when 
someone asked what their little girl's name was.

Needless to say my parents were druggies and I became 
one before I could walk. I don't remember a time when I 
wasn't plied with one drug or another. My earliest 
memory of my parents was them leaning over me in my 
crib and blowing pot smoke in my face. I couldn't have 
been more than four.

We lived in a studio bedroom apartment and my parents 
slept in a foldout couch and until I was six I slept in 
the old wooden crib someone had given us when I was 
born.

After the age six I was too tall to continue sleeping 
in the crib so I graduated to my parent's bed. I had 
seen them screwing since I was an infant so being in 
their bed while they did it was really no different. 
The only problem was that sometimes there wasn't enough 
room and I ended up getting knocked out of bed.

By the time I was eight I was sexually active. My first 
time seemed to be a natural progression of events. All 
of the adults were lying around screwing and eating and 
talking and screwing some more while us kids played out 
in the back yard.

Joel was thirteen and I liked him. When he told me that 
he wanted to fuck me I just said okay and we went 
farther into the yard by the garage and did it. I knew 
everything there was to know by then without actually 
doing it. I knew how it all worked and frankly I was 
getting curious by then anyway.

There was a dirty old mattress lying behind some trees 
in the corner of the yard and Joel told me to strip and 
lie down there. I did as he said and it wasn't more 
than two minutes before he was shooting off in me. 

I remember lying there under him wondering what the big 
deal was. 

One of the other boys had seen us and he wanted to do 
it too, but it had hurt and I felt hot and sweaty from 
Joel so I told the other boy to go fuck himself.

*

That first time wasn't so great, but I told my parents 
about it anyway. Dad seemed interested but my Mom 
scolded me, telling me that I'd get pregnant if I 
wasn't careful. She threw a flat round plastic 
container at me and told me to take one of the pills 
inside every day or I'd get pregnant and have to be 
sent away.

Of course they were birth control pills that Mom had 
piles of. My parents were into anything that made them 
some money and one of their little enterprises was 
selling pills, which included birth control pills to 
kids at school. That meant that I had a limitless 
supply of pills so having lots of street smarts I never 
did get pregnant. (Which was probably good for any kid 
I would have had.)

Joel kept trying to get me to let him fuck me again, 
but I really didn't want too. It hadn't been very 
enjoyable and I had no reason to put myself through 
that again. That is until he offered to give me money.

Yeah, you're right. I became an eight-year-old 
prostitute! Hard to fathom looking back, but he offered 
to pay me $5 if I let him cum in me again. I was on the 
pill by then so I said sure, but made him pay me first.

After that I realized how easy it was to make money, 
and with the drugs that I stole from my folks and 
resold, and letting boys fuck me I began raking in the 
cash.

I left home at the age of twelve when I met a nice 
older man who wanted to film me naked. I think he 
thought I was innocent or something. I pretended to be 
Innocent and I let him take pictures of me naked on a 
bed playing with myself. He paid me $50 dollars a 
session.

I soon graduated to doing simulated sex for the 
Internet. All I had to do was pretend I was about to 
blow some guy, or "look" like I was about to be fucked 
by a man, or another kid. I guess they thought I was 
some kind of virgin or something. Looking back at some 
of those pictures I can see why they thought that, I 
did look like a little kid.

The man finally propositioned me. He did it right after 
a filming session one day when I was still naked. 
Knowing the score quite a bit better by then I told him 
that taking pictures was one thing but actually having 
sex with someone was quite another. I told him that I 
hadn't had sex with anyone before and that I didn't 
think I wanted to do it.

While I was telling him that I spread my legs a little 
as if I wasn't thinking about what I was doing. I could 
see that he was hard from the tent in his pants and the 
look on his face. Finally I told him that I would do it 
if he paid me $500. He agreed immediately. I made him 
fork over the money in advance.

By then I'd probably had sex a hundred times, but it 
was easy to pretend that I was a virgin kid. After all 
I was still only twelve-years-old and he was a full 
groan adult. I pretended that he was hurting me when he 
started to penetrate me. I clung to him as he began 
thrusting wildly in me and pretended that I was scared. 
I even pretended to cry.

Actually he was a pretty good fuck. He kept it up long 
enough to make me cum. Yeah I know, but believe me when 
I say that with enough experience even a twelve-year-
old girl can cum. Especially when you have an 
experienced adult doing the fucking. He certainly knew 
what he was doing.

I stayed working for that man for two years. I gave him 
a discount after a while and only charged him $100 each 
time we had sex. I kind of liked him and was sorry to 
leave him, but opportunity was knocking and I had to 
answer it.

*

At fourteen I met a fifty-year-old guy with a wife and 
daughter who was also a pornographer. That was unusual 
because from my experience guys that made their living 
filming sex always sampled the goods.

This guy's name was Doug and he actually had a studio. 
That's when I started into the big time. It's funny 
that most of my stuff went overseas, especially to 
England and Germany, but back then underage stuff was 
dangerous in the US.

Doug gave me the name "Anna" and started me out on 
stills. I did boys my age, and older men, and women 
too. It was fun and I soon found that I liked the life 
style. Most of the partners I had during that period of 
my life wanted only one thing from me. Sex. That was 
okay because to get it they had to pay me. Even if it 
was only pictures they wanted, I still got paid.

Then one day the inevitable happened. Doug 
propositioned me. He told me that his wife didn't 
understand him, that he was a sexual animal and since 
she'd hit menopause he hadn't had any pussy at all.

Of course I'd heard so many lines by then that I was 
cynical, but Doug was my boss and he'd seen me doing it 
so many times on film that I couldn't really tell him 
that I didn't do that kind of thing.

I stalled for a while but finally gave in and let him 
fuck me. 

That was a mistake. He was like some kind of sex 
addict; he could never seem get enough of my body. It 
was like he had some kind of fantasy about screwing a 
particular "type" of teenage girl and I fit that ideal.

I think I'm good looking. I have blonde hair and blue 
eyes and a good body, but I don't think that I'm all 
that unusual, so his obsession with my body kind of 
freaked me. And I didn't really want to make it a 
regular thing with him. I mean I was not quite fifteen 
and he was fifty-three, you can imagine how I felt.

By this time I had moved into Doug's house and had been 
living there for around six months. His excuse for 
having me there was that I was his business partner's 
daughter and when he'd died the year before I'd been 
moved around from one foster home to another until he 
couldn't allow it any longer.

His wife Ruth accepted her perverted husband's word for 
it and I became Doug's little fuck toy whenever he 
thought he could get away with it without being caught.

Doug's daughter and I became friends. We shared a room, 
and in fact had been having somewhat of an affair with 
each other. We went to the same high school, and very 
shortly after moving in I had seduced her. It hadn't 
taken all that much effort because Doug's daughter was 
quite a little slut deep down. All it took was bringing 
it out.

*

Mary was a year younger than me with dark hair and an 
olive completion like her mom's. She was pretty enough 
is a simple way, but she had an attitude that needed 
adjusting when I moved in. It seems that daughter 
dearest didn't really want a roommate, and she had no 
compulsion in letting me know that.

I took her crap for about a week then one night I 
decided to initiate her into her Daddy's and my world. 
When she'd gone to sleep I snuck over to the closet and 
rummaged through my "work" backpack and pulled out a 
nice big "jell" dildo and then quickly stepped over to 
Mary's bed.

Looking down at Mary's sleeping form I thought to 
myself, "You'll never be the same after this night. Now 
you'll get a taste of your father's world."

I lowered myself down onto her bed and rolled on top of 
her. Mary's eyes opened and I leaned in and kissed her. 
She struggled but I held her head with both hands and 
pressed my lips to hers. She tried to yell but I just 
clamped a hand over her mouth and looked into her 
frightened eyes.

"Mary," I said, "You've been fucking with me all week. 
I think your problem is that you're just a bitchy prude 
that needs to loosen up." And I ran my free hand down 
between her legs and began to rub her crotch up and 
down.

Mary tried to buck me off, but I held firm. I hoped 
that if the family genes held true, that the daughter 
might be like the father and I could get control over 
her. Even at the tender age of fourteen I knew how to 
pleasure another girl. I knew that if I could keep her 
quieted down and under control long enough I'd have 
her.

I kept moving my hand between her legs, up and down, up 
and down, never taking it away. At the same time I 
squirmed my body against hers, feeling my tits pressing 
against hers. I don't know about Mary, but I was 
definitely getting hot.

And sure enough so was Mary. Suddenly my fingers felt 
moisture and I was able to slip a finger into her cunt. 
Mary's body jerked and she struggled in earnest, but I 
just held her down and continued to finger her and kiss 
her.

In a very short time I had Mary's nightie off and we 
were both naked and breathing hard. Once she realized 
what I was doing and once she started to get turned on, 
Mary stopped fighting me.

I didn't use the dildo on her that first night. It 
turned out that daddy's little daughter was a virgin. 
Go figure a pornographer had a sixteen-year-old virgin 
daughter. The fucker didn't mind filming me, who was 
only a year older, he didn't mind shoving his big dick 
up my cunt either. 

Anyway, I let Mary fuck me with the dildo and I cummed 
for her. I figured I would let her see how much fun a 
big old dildo could be so she wouldn't be frightened 
when it was her turn. 

After I let my little virgin fuck me with the dildo and 
I eat her cunt out, (I always like eating another 
girl.) Mary was unable to resist my talents and she 
cummed like a bitch in heat for me. And I knew then and 
there that I had myself a playmate anytime I wanted 
one.

*

Even though I enjoyed sex with his daughter, I was 
getting tired of having to have sex with Doug. Finally 
I decided that Doug was becoming too much of a pest and 
I wanted to move on. That's when he slammed me with the 
fact that my money wouldn't be going with me if I left 
him.

Call me stupid, but up until then I'd been letting Doug 
bank my money for me. He was kind of my financial 
manager. I was making all kinds of money and not 
spending all that much of it.

Apparently to withdraw any money from my account I had 
to have a co-signer. Doug! And the account would stay 
that way until I was twenty-one.

I was pissed off. How dare the bastard fuck with me 
like that.

That was when I made up my mind to fuck him over like 
he was trying to do me. I would make him sorry and get 
my money.

Doug though, had no clue what was going on in my mind. 
As far as he was concerned I backed off the idea of 
leaving. In fact to show him that there were no hard 
feelings I made him hard and then gave him a great 
blowjob while his wife was napping in the next room.

I can't tell you how many times I've used a blowjob 
since then to distract an enemy. I'll suck off any man 
to get what I want, I don't care, a dick is a tool, 
it's just like using a straw to drink a milk shake as 
far as I'm concerned. Sometimes I think men are 
pathetic, they let their dicks run their lives.

That's exactly what ended up happening to Doug. He got 
such good sex from me that when I threatened to cut him 
off he gave in. I got him to sign over my money to me. 
You might have thought that would be enough for me, but 
it wasn't. I wanted to put the world of hurt on him 
just like he'd done to me.

I'd had to be nice to him and let him fuck me over and 
over again, and even pretend like I liked it. So now I 
wanted to really fuck-over Doug before I moved on. (My 
only excuse for this kind of attitude was that I was 
very young (17 by then) and hadn't had a great 
upbringing. 

I picked a weekend when Doug's wife had gone to her 
sister's house due to an illness in the family. Right 
after she left I went into the living room and climbed 
into Doug's lap. I started kissing him and massaging 
his dick through the material of his pants until he was 
hard. He kept halfheartedly trying to stop me saying, 
"Mary's home, we can't do this now. C'mon baby, not 
here, lets go into the bedroom, I don't want my 
daughter to catch us..."

But I was having none of it. I wanted Mary to catch us; 
I wanted her to see what a pervert her old man was, so 
I just kept playing with him and kissing him and 
telling him how hot he was and how horny I was.

I don't know if the reader can really imagine this but 
having lived through it I can tell you it is really 
huge feeling of power when a young teenage girl seduces 
a fifty-three year old man. It's so great to be in 
charge of this adult male, like he's putty in my hands. 
It's really cool.

And Doug was like putty in my hands. I unzipped him and 
pulled his dick out and crouched down, pushing his 
Lazyboy chair into a prone position so he was facing 
the ceiling. Then I began to jack him off with both 
hands. I had my mouth teasingly close to his shiny 
hard-on and he was soon moaning to me, "Suck it, please 
suck me baby, c'mon, do it."

And I did. Just as Mary walked in seeking out the 
strange noises coming from the living room, I sank my 
mouth down over Doug's pulsing cock. He almost sat up 
as his dick slid back to the back of my throat. He 
groaned, "Oh fuck!" as I swallowed several times to 
give him an extra thrill.

All the while Mary was standing in the archway looking 
at us in shock. I watched her expression as I bobbed up 
and down on her father's jutting prick. First I saw 
surprise and then uncomprehending shock in her face. 
That was soon replaced with a look of disgust as her 
father began to urge me on with, "Oh yeah, oh yeah you 
little fucking whore. Take it all, oh yeah, you're so 
fucking good."

Then he moaned out, "Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna cum!"

I pulled my mouth of him and swiveled his Lazyboy chair 
around so he was facing his daughter. His eyes opened 
wide as the first string of thick white sperm flew into 
the air to land with a splat between his legs against 
the material of the chair. Doug groaned as a second 
blast shot up into the air.

Father and daughter where staring at each other in 
shock. Daughter was seeing something she'd never in a 
million years have imagined, and I notice that just 
before Doug jumped up to cover his still spurting cock 
he had this strange satisfied look on his face. That 
made me wonder.

There was hell to pay after my little performance. Doug 
jumped from the chair and bellowed at Mary to go to her 
room. When she ran out he turned to me and started 
calling me every name under the sun.

I didn't care, I knew that he'd get over it and I 
wasn't done with him yet. As a matter of fact his 
yelling obscenities at me only made me more determined 
to make him pay. And I decided that that night would be 
the night.

*

Dinner was a forced affair that night. We all eat in 
silence with father and daughter darting embarrassed 
glances at each other. Finally it was over and Mary 
scurried to her room, but I stayed there.

Looking into Doug's eyes I said, "You know you liked it 
Doug."

"What the hell are you talking about?" he said gruffly.

"You know you liked cumming in front of your pretty 
little daughter."

"Shut up you little whore, I don't know why I don't 
throw you out of my house right now."

I gave him my sexiest look, with pouty lips and said, 
"Cause you like fucking me Dougie. You like it when I 
eat your cum and suck you dick, don't you Dougie?"

"What you did to me I can't forgive." He said sternly.

I smiled and said, "But Doug, it's not like Mary 
doesn't know what's been going on between us." I lied. 
"And besides Mary and I have been having sex ever since 
I moved in. I've even let her eat me out right after 
you've fucked me. She's always commented on how good I 
taste on those occasions."

Doug just stared at me. For a moment I was afraid that 
he would hit me, but it passed and he asked in a shaky 
voice, "You mean that my daughter knew that she was 
licking my sperm out of you?"

"Now that's interesting. All you want to know is did 
your daughter like eating your cum. Yes Dougie, that is 
very telling," I giggled. Even though I was only a 
teenager I knew many of the perversions of men by then, 
and I knew with certainty that Doug was lusting after 
his daughter.

Doug was appropriately disgusted with my suggestion and 
left the room to go to bed. Before he was in the hall 
to his bedroom, I said, "Listen carefully tonight Doug, 
I think Mary liked what she saw and I've a feeling 
we're gonna get it on."

That was my final test. If he was going to be straight 
about it he would have thrown me out then and there to 
protect his little sweetheart. But he didn't, he just 
stomped off to his bedroom and slammed the door.

*

I opened the door to our bedroom and looked in. Mary 
was laying stomach down across her bed with her chin in 
her hands with a far away look on her face. As I shut 
the door she looked up at me silently. She just stared 
at me like I was a stranger, then finally she said, 
"You and my Dad have been fucking for a long time 
haven't you?"

"Yeah, and your Dad likes it, he says that your Mom and 
him haven't had sex in years. The funny thing is that 
he's pretty good at it for not having had any for so 
long," I said looking at her and then walking toward 
her.

I knelt down in front of her on the carpet so that our 
faces were level. Leaned in I frenched her, holding her 
head with both hands. We kissed and played with each 
other's tongues for quite a while, then I pulled away 
and said, "Of course you know you've just been kissing 
the mouth that sucked your father's dick and drank his 
cum."

Mary's face flushed a bright pink and she looked at the 
floor, "Yes, I know."

I jumped up and sat on the bed next to her, "You little 
pervert, you like the idea, don't you!?"

Mary didn't respond, so I continued to taunt her, "You 
like the idea of sucking your old man's big dick, don't 
you? C'mon, admit it. Do you want to fuck him too? You 
know, he's a fine fuck, and I saw it in his eyes that 
we was interested."

Mary came to life, "Nuh uh, not my Dad, you're crazy, 
he's not like that, he'd never do anything like that!!

"Oh yeah, do you know what he does for a living? Do you 
know how I know him, why we fuck whenever we get the 
chance? He's a big time pornographer, he does porno 
movies and web sites and all that kind of stuff. Your 
Daddy's a pervert."

"NO, he's not, don't say that."

"Kiss me Mary," I said as I moved my face close to 
hers. She met me and we kissed again. And it wasn't 
long before we were both naked and I had my best jell 
dildo out and we were pleasuring each other.

I was rubbing in and out between Mary's wide-spread 
legs and loudly saying, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, pretend it's 
your Dad's big honker running you through, you know you 
want it. Mary hump it, it's your Daddy's naked spewing 
cock thrust deep in you, fuck it Mary, fuck it harder!"

I was a little surprised when she didn't even try to 
deny it, but started to fuck the dildo like a little 
slut. She lay there with her eyes closed fucking the 
dildo like crazy, when I notice the bedroom door 
opening silently.

As I saw Doug standing there in his bathrobe with his 
eyes locked onto his daughter's writhing body, I knew I 
had won. The bastard was going to go for it, and I was 
going to get even with him.

That's pretty much what happened too.

Doug with a sick expression on his face silently moved 
to the bed and I indicated that he should take the 
dildo which he did. I stood up and watched the scene 
unfold before me. Mary's eyes opened as she felt the 
shift of weight on the bed. She didn't move when she 
saw that it was her father.

I stopped breathing at that moment, what would happen 
next, I wondered. But I didn't have to wait long to 
see. To my utter amazement Doug moved closer to his 
daughter and rose up over her. I saw the dildo fall to 
the floor and heard Mary gasp as her father mounted 
her.

Fuck! I'd seen a lot of perverted things in my 17 
years, but this beat them all. With a groan that 
sounded like a sob I watched as Doug thrust into his 
daughter and his body slapped against hers. He just lay 
there for a few moments breathing hard. Then I saw his 
butt rise and then fall, then rise again. He still had 
his bathrobe on so I couldn't see anything. That bugged 
me a little bit.

When Doug started fucking his daughter faster and 
faster, I grabbed his robe and pulled it away. It 
momentarily threw him off his rhythm and he looked up 
at me with this sick embarrassed expression on his 
face. I just smiled at him and leaned over and grabbed 
his balls from behind.

Doug's flabby old body shivered and I heard him groan 
as I squeezed his balls. Then he urgently began to 
pound his daughter's opened pussy like a madman. And 
all the while I held on to his balls and whispered 
things into his ear like, "Come on big man give it to 
her, give it all to he, plow her like the stud you are, 
you know she wants it."

And the really perverted thing was that Mary did want 
it. She could hear me and she started whimpering and 
finally her body stiffened under her Dad's and she 
screamed, "OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING! OH FUCK YES!"

And at that moment I felt a surge in Doug's balls and I 
knew that his whimper meant that he'd just cum in his 
daughter's unprotected cunt. Doug tried to pull out of 
his daughter, but she wrapped her legs around him, 
fucking him back frantically so that he could do 
nothing but pump his cum deep into her, groaning in 
despair mingled with lust.

*

I had gotten even with the bastard and had an 
incredibly hot show to boot. Now I could leave and let 
them stew in their own juices. I knew tomorrow in the 
light of day they would be ashamed of what they'd done. 
I also knew that Doug's thin veneer of respectability 
had just been stripped away. 

As it turned out  I wasn't really satisfied. What I 
really wanted to do was get him drunk or drugged and 
cut his dick off with a knife. I suspected that he'd 
enjoyed his punishment too much, although I'm sure he 
would deny that for the rest of his pathetic life.

But at that point I no longer cared one way or another. 
He'd fucked me over in more ways than one and now I'd 
done the same to him with the unwitting help of his 
sixteen-year-old daughter. 

I was certain that their life would no longer be the 
stereotypical suburban family unit any longer. I'd 
exposed the hypocrite for what he was to his daughter. 
And if I knew my perverts he'd end up fucking his 
daughter again. And eventually he'd get caught by his 
wife, or someone else and get his just deserts.

I guess I had gotten even after all. 

I grabbed my backpack and my clothes and slipped out 
the door. Monday morning I stopped by the bank and 
closed my account. Bought myself a motorcycle and took 
off for more fun and adventures.

I did regret not saying goodbye to Mary though.

END

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