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Subject: {ASSM} Cannes d'Eau: Unsuspected Womanhood {Varkel} (mf MF Ff Mf oral)
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Cannes d'Eau

*Episode 6: Unsuspected Womanhood*

a Series by Varkel
Fall, 2003



"Hey, this sheet is dry!"

Tunny, a tow-headed lad of 13 years, barefoot, dressed in a soiled shirt
and jeans, sauntered from the stable amidst the fluttering bedsheets.  
Sally was busily attaching them to the network of clotheslines that 
spanned half the Cannes d'Eau backyard.  He had stood in the doorway for
a minute to admire the lines of her figure as she stretched to apply the
pins.  She was only two months the older, a handsome girl with a full 
head of naturally curly auburn hair, wearing a knee-length frock and 
apron, also barefoot.  As she darted from basket to line with a fresh 
sheet, the breeze tossed her long hair becomingly.

He had started toward her and absently fondled the sheet just hung.

"So?" she asked, regarding him over her shoulder.

"Didn't you just hang this one?  Why are you hanging dry sheets?  Are 
all of them dry?"

"I wish they were.  The dry ones are lots easier.  This basket is dry 
and that one is wet."

"To air them out?" he guessed.

She snickered.  "Ask your friend, Hazel."

"What for?"

"She ran McAlister's laundry, so Madam Ruth put her in charge of it 
here."

"Then they're airing out?"

"They don't need it.  See that little patch?  This sheet was washed just
last week."

"What's going on, then?"

"Hazel says sheets on the line are bragging."

"Huh?"

The girl grinned.  "More sheets drying, Cannes d'Eau must have more 
johns."

"You mean ..."  The boy stared.  "Ain't that the same as lying?"

"Hazel says we can't help what people think."

"Can't we?  I wonder if Madam Ruth knows about it."

The girl shrugged.

He mused, "I'm tempted to ask her."

"You might be sorry."

"Huh?"

"If Madam Ruth thinks it's lying, she could throw Hazel out and your fun
mornings would be over."

The boy stiffened.  "How'd you know about my mornings?"

"The girls talk.  Some of them don't like it."

"They don't!  What's it to them?"

"They think Hazel's robbing the cradle."

He stared at her.  "I'm not a kid anymore!"

"You're only 13, Tunny, the same as me."

"But ...  I can squirt."

The girl turned away to her next sheet but not before he saw the flash 
of her eyes.  He pressed on.  "You know what that means, don't you?"

"Yeah, I've cleaned up enough of it."  She regarded him speculatively.
"Make yourself useful if you're gonna stay out here.  There's two more 
dry sheets.  Hang them next to the stable so nobody'll see you doing 
woman's work."

Recently that advice would have sent him scampering on other pursuits.
Now the girl's face with its half smile and scheming look bent him to 
the bag of clothespins and the top sheet in the basket.  She only 
laughed once at his inept management of the huge cloth billowing in the
breeze before taking one end and starting it over the line.  Their hands
touched several times and their hips bumped together.

"Help me with the next one," he suggested.

"All right, if you'll help me too."

She did not avoid his body.  At one point they were in full frontal 
contact, ostensibly to confine a rebellious sheet between them.  She 
began to giggle.

"What's funny?" he demanded.

"What's funny is how much more trouble it is to hang them with your 
help."

"But it's more fun, ain't it?"

With another sheet in hand she ground herself against him.  He pressed 
back.  Her eyebrows rose.  "Maybe you _can_ squirt!"

"Course I can!  Wha'd you say it like that for?"

She laughed outright.  "'Cause it feels like you got a squirter in your
pocket."

He laughed too, though his face revealed an inner tension.  "Wanna see 
it?"

"If you help me hang these last two sheets."

The struggle with wet sheets required a lot of body contact.  On the 
last one his hand, finally free, caught her around the buttocks and 
pressed their bellies together.

"That's not a sheet," she said with a grin, twisting away.  She fixed 
the last pin and faced him.  "Yeah, I wanna see it."

He realized that she was blushing.  As it happened, they stood beside 
the windowless stable wall, hemmed in from the external world by two 
lines of bedsheets.

"But you have to show me yours too," he insisted while unbuttoning 
trousers.

"I don't have a squirter!"

"You know what I mean."

"You first!"

He dropped his trousers and pulled up his shirt.  His source of pride 
was rigidly firm and extended over five inches, tip poking from the 
foreskin.  A few silky strands gathered at its base.  Sally, fascinated,
extended a tentative hand then withdrew.

"Go ahead," he directed.

She enfolded it cautiously.  Her eyes widened.  "It's hard and soft at 
the same time!  And this skin ..."

"What's wrong with it?"

"Wrong?  I never knew it was so slippery!"

"I guess you've seen plenty of cocks."

"Yeah.  They're scary.  But I never handled one till now.  This one ..."

"It's too little."

"Oh, no, Tunny.  It's not too little at all!  In fact ... I think it's 
just about right."

"You do?"  He placed his hand over hers and caused her to masturbate 
him.  "This is what makes it squirt."

"I want to see that!" she announced and bent close in front of him, 
pulling the foreskin fully back to reveal the reddish glans.

Tunny said slyly, "The girls in the house like to suck it."

She snapped, "I know that!  I've seen them.  Is that what Hazel does to
it?"

He didn't answer directly.  "Why don't you try it?"

She was curious.  "What's it taste like?"

"_I_ can't suck it!  Maybe it's like sucking your thumb."

"I do want to taste it," she murmured and scooted close.  "Gosh, it 
smells like peanuts."  Her lips parted.

"Don't bite it," he warned, realizing her inexperience.

"I won't, silly."

Delight transformed his nervous face when her lips slipped around him 
and began gently sucking.  The feeling rose quickly to its peak.  
Conscientiously he moved to withdraw -- but too late.  The first spurt 
splashed her open lips and nose, causing her to fall back on 
outstretched arms in surprise.

"Why'd you do that?" she screamed.

Pumping out the last of his pleasure with busy fingers, he cast her an 
apologetic look.  "I'm sorry I hit your mouth."

She extended a tongue to lick her messy lips.

"Is it awful?" he inquired in fascination.

She shrugged without comment.

Abruptly the sated boy's face creased with worry.  He looked right and 
left, biting his lip.  "I have to go now."  He straightened his clothes
clumsily and rushed away around the corner of the stable.

"You said you wanted to see me," she called after him, but he went 
inside without responding.  After licking her messy lips again, she used
the hem of her skirt to wipe her face and muttered in disappointment, 
"We didn't even kiss!"


* * *


With an expression of hopeful curiosity Sally returned later that day to
the backyard, ostensibly to correct the hang of a windblown sheet.  She
was not disappointed.

"It's my turn to see you," Tunny said, startling her from behind.

She spun around, blinked at him and smiled slowly.  "All right, except 
this time we have to kiss first."

"_Kiss_!  What for?"

"Else you can't see me."

He thought a moment and grinned.  "If we do it naked."

"Out here?"

"Of course not!  Let's go to my room."  He nodded at the stable.

She insisted on taking his hand.  They were the same height, just under
five feet, and she was a few pounds heavier although by no means 
overweight.  When Cannes d'Eau had kept horses, Tunny's little bedroom 
had stored tackle.  It was dusty and dominated by an unmade iron bed 
with flaking paint.  The two of them stood in front of it for a moment 
in indecision.

"You go first," Sally insisted.

"You've already seen me," he protested.

"Then let's undress at the same time."

Avidly they examining each other's naked bodies.  Tunny's ribs were 
evident and his legs were bony.  The medium thick, erect penis was his 
most interesting quality.  Sally's body, by contrast, was lovely with 
well-shaped limbs nicely filled out.  Labial slit and incipient breasts
caught the boy's attention.  He touched a nipple with his forefinger, 
but she stepped back.

"We have to kiss first," she insisted.

He submitted to it, pressing unpuckered lips to hers as she gripped his
waist.

"Now you can look at me."  She climbed onto the bed's thin mattress, 
raising her knees and spreading her legs.

He crawled after her and proceeded to finger the labia, parting them to
examine the profusion of female parts.

She squirmed.  "Don't be so rough!"  But her protest lacked force.

He raised his body between the outspread legs until his face was 
opposite hers, and with a devious smile asked, "Want to kiss some more?"

The small rod poking inexpertly in her groin informed her of his 
intention.  She hesitated while her curiosity strengthened.  With a sigh
she pulled his head down for a lingering kiss, and the boyish penis, 
almost by accident, found the correct spot.  The next jab pierced her 
hymen.

"Ow!" she complained, but her obvious distress did not deter the boy, 
who eagerly worked himself fully into the warm tightness.

"Get off!  That hurts!" she protested, and with a mighty thrust shoved 
him aside.

"I'm not finished," he groaned.

"I'm bleeding!" she cried, after bending forward to stare in horror at 
her blood filled slit.

"Suck on me, Sally!  I really need it!"

"Suck on yourself.  You've ruined me!"

Ceasing to argue, he proceeded to masturbate furiously beside the 
distraught girl and soon ejaculated onto his belly.

Despite her pain, she watched in fascination, even touching the mess and
tasting the smeared finger.

"It shoulda gone in your cunny," he groused.  "How does it taste this 
time?"

She squirmed her body around and licked his belly.

He observed complacently, "Not too bad, I guess."

Tongue swabbing her lips, she studied his face.  "This means I'm your 
girl, Tunny."

Indifferently he looked away.  "I guess."


* * *


Sally walked forward carefully to avoid sloshing the warm water from the
bowl she carried.  She glanced furtively at the naked man on the bed, 
whose large, semi-flaccid penis lay like a sausage against his hairy 
thigh.  One pearly drop trembled in the slit on its end.

"You don't have to wash my cock, Jessie," he called out.  "This little 
missy can do it."

"Sally's not ready for that, Bret," the naked woman retorted from the 
dresser where she fumbled in the drawer for a cigarette.  "She's still a
virgin until Madam Ruth auctions her off."

"When's that?   I'll put in a bid."

Jessie turned to the girl, who placed the bowl on the dresser.  "When'll
you turn thirteen, Sally?"

"Already am," the youth announced loudly, but in an undertone muttered 
to the older girl, "I've got to talk with you."

"I'm just finishing up here," Jessie whispered while soaking a cloth in
the warm water.

She sat on the bed beside the man, draped the cloth whimsically over the
imposing organ and wiped it carefully, pulling back the foreskin to do a
thorough job.

"That should keep you, Bret," she said, backing away and adding with a 
wink, "at least for a couple of hours."

"I could go for another poke right now, if the missy would join us on 
the bed naked."

"You'll have to wait until Madam Ruth says the girl's ready, but I'll do
you again, if you like."

"Sure.  This time suck me while I pretend it's that pretty young'un."

The older girl shrugged and set to work.  She withdrew the foreskin and
lowered her mouth to it.

Bret winked at Sally, who stood across the room and smiled in return.  
Leering, the man put out his tongue and made an unmistakable licking 
motion.  His audience giggled, returned the wink and began to scratch 
her groin through her skirt.  He grinned broadly while fondling Jessie's
busy head.  Sally returned the grin and raised skirt above waist.  She 
wore no panties.  She was bare from feet through shapely calves and well
developed thighs converging in a hairless groin.  With tongue between 
teeth she fingered her slit.  Shortly Bret began to grunt.  Sally bent 
her knees and grimaced in a fake orgasm.

"Oh, god!" Bret exclaimed.  "I'm coming, Jessie!"

The older girl raised her head slightly and pumped the slight second 
ejaculate into her face while the man twisted his torso and groaned.  
Sally hurried from the room.

She returned immediately after he departed.  Jessie, still naked, was 
again at the dresser, contemplating the wet cloth she had used to wipe 
her mouth.  She glanced around.  "Men!  What's so gripping about the 
sight of come plastered on a girl's face?"

"Don't ask me," retorted Sally with a shrug.

The older girl chuckled.  "I guess not.  Why they come here at all must
be a puzzle to you."

"Oh, I'm beginning to figure that out."

"Are you!  Did you want to tell me something, dearie?"

Sally went up to stand close to her friend, eight years her senior, and
regarded her curiously.  "Do you like the taste?"

"Not especially, but I don't tell the johns that.  You'll find out soon
enough."

"I already know."  The young girl hesitated then blurted, "I like it."

Jessie riveted the girl with a stare.  "You've already sucked a cock?  
Whose?"

"Tunny's, and he also fucked me the other day.  That's what I wanted to
tell you.  Do you think Mamma will get mad when she finds out?"

Jessie shrugged.  "I don't think so, not Candice.  The one you have to 
worry about is Madam Ruth.  How could you do it, dearie?  You _know_ 
what she was planning for you!  Just the other day, you say?  You must 
still be sore."

"Just a little.  I'll let Tunny do it again tomorrow.  Maybe this time 
it'll feel good."

"I doubt it, dearie, at least not for a few more days.  Have you started
your courses yet?"

Sally shook her head indifferently.

"That might make a difference with Madam Ruth.  They made me wait till 
after my first courses.  But I wa'n't as pretty as you.  Let me look at
you and see what that little bastard did."

Cheek against auburn hair, Jessie embraced the smaller girl then led her
to the bed.  Sally pulled up her skirt and lay back with legs dangling.
Jessie knelt, licked one of Sally's knees and kissed up a pale thigh.  
With deft fingers she parted the hairless labia to examine the interior.

"You been ripped, all right," she said in a husky voice, "but I can make
it feel good."

She began to lick, nibble and suck Sally's clit hood as only a woman 
knows to do.  Sally was not surprised, having enjoyed Jessie's thrilling
attention twice before.

"Oh, Jessie!" she cried in orgasm after a minute and pushed at her 
friend's head.

Jessie stood, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and grinned down 
at the young girl.  "You'll have to tell me all about Tunny," she said.
"You really like the way he tastes?"

"I'll tell you everything, Jessie.  But what you said just now --  Did 
you grow up in a bawdyhouse too?"

"No, dearie, not from the beginning like you.  When I was about your age
the orphanage went broke.  The sheriff sold some of us girls around.  
Then the place I was in got in trouble and Madam Ruth bought me out."

"You was sold like a nigger?"

"Not the way it used to be.  When I'm 21, I can leave.  Fact is I could
leave now if I wanted to."

"How about Tunny?  Did she buy him too?"

"A boy?  Not hardly!  You know about him, Sally: he's Maybelle's kid, 
growed up here just like you."

"Oh, yeah.  Why don't they auction off _his_ cherry?"

The older girl chuckled.  "Boys don't have them, dearie."  She paused 
thoughtfully.  "I've heard of boys doing tricks, though Tunny would need
a lot of fattening up."

"_I_ wouldn't pay for him!  Come here, Jessie, and let me put my head on
your shoulder like yesterday."

The older girl shook her head.  "No, dearie, not now.  I've got to get 
back down to the parlor.  After breakfast tomorrow, if I'm not still 
with an all-nighter, we can lick on each other like last time."

"I'm going to be with Tunny then."

"Bring him along, darling.  We'll have a party."

That roused the girl.  She sat up straight, eyes glaring.  "No, we 
won't!"

"Uh-oh!"  Jessie laughed and patted the youthful buttocks as they swung
past.


* * *


Sally pushed Tunny aside when the naked boy sought to mount her, 
although her facial expression revealed more playfulness than anger.  
"You always come too fast!"

"You didn't complain about it yesterday," the lad retorted.  "The way 
you was squawking, I thought I was hurting you."

"Oh, gosh, I know.  It was the first time I ever felt . . .  But it was
the _second_ time that was good yesterday, Tunny.  Before that you came
too fast."

The scrawny boy placed a hand over the swollen nipple on a budding 
breast and kissed the bare arm and shoulder.  Although growing up 
alongside her, never before had he shown her such affection.  She smiled
with pleasure.

"You can fix that, you know," he said slyly.  "If you suck me off first,
I won't come so fast when we fuck afterwards."

"That make sense."  She kissed him enthusiastically.  "I like your 
taste.  Don't you like mine?"

"Huh?"

"Why don't you ever lick on me?"

"That's what girls do."

"Just girls?"

"You don't see any john do that, do you?"

"Well ..."

He asked curiously, "Don't Jessie give you enough of that?"

"How'd you know about Jessie?"

"I told Hazel what you said about robbing the cradle.  She sorta laughed
and said Jessie was doing it with you.  In the afternoons too?"

"Anytime I want, but I've been thinking.  It would be fun for us to do 
each other at the same time."

"Huh!  I'll lick this much for you."  He suckled a swollen nipple, but
only his hand traced below her flat stomach.

Instead of pursuing the futile matter, Sally pushed him back, scooted to
the penis and withdrew the foreskin.  She began to suck lovingly.

After a minute the boy exclaimed, "Oh, Jesus, Sally!   Here it comes!"

She held her head still but continued to suck, closing her throat to 
receive the first gush.  Tunny grabbed her auburn head and began to 
grunt in pleasure.  When he was finished, she backed away, swallowed and
pumped out the last drops.

She looked thoughtfully up at the satisfied boy.  "Jessie says she don't
like the taste of this stuff.  I don't see what's not to like.  Maybe 
she's just jealous.  Do you think all guys taste the same?"

"You'll find out tomorrow, I guess," he groused, "when Madam Ruth sells
you off.

"Yeah.  To the highest bidder.  It's scary, you know.  It won't be like
being with you."

"Then why you letting her do it?  Auction you like they did niggers!"

"How'm I gonna stop her?"

"We could go off together, you know.  Maybe up to St. Louis or even 
Chicago."

"And do what?  Be a street walker?  It's better here with people looking
after me.  Miss Ruth says she's gonna buy me woman's clothes."

"I don't like it, Sally.  You're supposed to be my girl!  I can't abide
you fucking other guys, no matter what it pays.  What's your momma say 
about it?

"She's always sick with that stuff she drinks, that absinthe.  She goes
crazy sometimes, you know.  Miss Ruth is more of a momma, although she 
can be awful scary."

"I still think we should run away.  I could get a job.  The senator 
thinks I can become a good mechanic."

"We're still just kids, Tunny!  I hope the senator's right about you.  
But how we gonna live till we grow up?  I don't mind doing it with 
johns, at least for a while."  She paused, forefinger touching her clit
hood.  "It might even be fun."

"But what about me!" the boy exploded.  "I don't want you fucking 
strangers!"

"I'm still your girl, Tunny," she responded stroking his beardless 
cheek.

"Even if you do other guys?"

"You can do me now," she cooed, presenting her face for a kiss and 
throwing a shapely leg over his.

He accepted the invitation and rolled atop her to ease into warm 
tightness.

She smiled up at him, arms embracing his slight body and sighed as she 
felt the early tingle of inevitable pleasure.  "I love you, Tunny."


* * *


The large room was redolent of cigar smoke.  Interested men, some 
betraying eagerness, had assembled for the auction of a maidenhead of 
known freshness.  Much of the Cannes d'Eau staff lounged among them, 
often perched upon laps.  Two uniformed maids circulated with trays of 
drink and hors d'ouevres.  In formal clothing burly Jake guarded the 
door.  This gathering was in the large party room, as it was known, well
segregated from the hoi-polloi of the parlor, and the rules were relaxed
against indecorous display and contact.

Candice, Sally's mother, was present physically, ignoring the fingers in
her vagina, unimpressive compared to the wormwood dreams of absinthe.
Jessie, Sally's coach and lover, wept alone in a corner, not wanting to
accept the girl's sweetness soon to be trafficked to the highest bidder.
The twins adorned either shoulder of one of the better costumed johns, 
each with a hand under his waistband, each of his hands cupping conical
breasts.

Ruth, formal in bustle and pale decollete, scanned the crowd, judging it
ready.  She started at sight of Senator Heatherford taking a seat close
to the stage.  She approached him from behind and touched his shoulder,
causing him to spin around inquiringly.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in mock severity.  "I thought you 
were interested in chesty, mature women."

"That's true, Ruth," he replied, rising enough to kiss her cheek, "and 
this example in particular."  His hand squeezed her breast.

"Thank you.  I'll always love your touch, you old rake.  Are you here 
only to observe, then?"

He cocked an eyebrow.  "Why shouldn't I?"

She grunted.  "The least critical remark I've heard from you about 
auctioning virgins is 'controversial performance.'"

"Well, why should I be the only non-hypocrit?  Of course I'm here to bid 
on the girl.  She's a sweet one."

"That she is, Miles, though with a wilder streak than I suspected."
Ruth sighed.  "I'm about to call off the auction.  She just now 
admitted, when confronted with the evidence, that she and Tunny have 
been going at it for weeks.  I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint my 
customers, but I won't sell a fraud."

"Let the auction go ahead, Ruth.  The man who buys her won't be 
disappointed."

"Won't he?  Look at these johns, Bret, for example.  He's drooling in 
anticipation of a bloody cock.  Not disappointed?  He would probably be
fool enough to sue me."

"Bret Hollingsworth won't get her, Ruth, at least not tonight."

"How do you know that?"

"Because no one shall outbid me.  And her condition is for the best; it
means she won't be hurt by a man size cock."

"By yours, you mean.  Have you changed your preferences, Miles, or are 
you just momentarily inclined to play with a live doll?  You don't have
to bid on her, you know.  I'll end this affair now and give her to you.
Think of it as a present."

"That's very generous, Ruth, but in fact I want to learn what she'll 
fetch.  From what I've heard, she'll enjoy the attention.  She's a 
pretty one, and as for me, I look forward to seeing how she handles 
herself naked before strangers.  I've got a theory that women are 
instinctive exhibitionists.  How she reacts to strange contact in her 
most intimate parts could be amusing, but in fact the girl doesn't 
interest me sexually."

The woman shook her head.  "I know you, Miles.  Those reasons don't add
up."

The man sighed.  "All right.  The truth is, I'm doing this for Tunny.  
He came to me yesterday and pleaded for me to save his girl.  He was 
near to crying."

"For _Tunny_, you say?"  The woman laughed harshly.  "Now that's a 
switch!  Sally is far from upset at the prospect of a grown man between
her legs.  In fact she's almost giddy about it.  And more.  When she 
found out I wasn't going to kill her, she admitted she wants to learn if
all guys taste the same."

"She does that too?   She's advanced beyond her years, but I think her 
mouth is too small for any cock fatter than Tunny's."

"You've seen him?"

"No, Ruth, of course not.  But I remember myself at his age."

"Were you as scrawny?"

"Indeed.  The resemblance is uncanny."

She squeezed his arm.  "Own up to it, Miles.  He's your son."

"So I've heard."

She chuckled and patted his shoulder fondly.  "I like your sense of 
responsibility, Miles.  Too bad it's not still in Washington."

"My god, another woman with ideas about politics!"

"I won't ask you who is the other one."

"You don't have her excuse.  Your husband is not a politician."

"Ah, that one!  Anyway, Washington's loss is my gain.  And this 
afternoon your bidding will be pro-forma."

"No.  I understand you promised Sally half the proceeds as her nest 
egg."

"Which she has forfeited.  But for your insistence there'd be no 
proceeds."

"I still want half my bid to go to her nest egg."

She bowed.  "As always, senator, it shall be as you say."


* * *


An uncarpeted quarter of the floor in the Party Room was raised 14 
inches and used as a stage on Saturday nights.  Madam Ruth mounted upon
it, proceeded through the door to the adjacent "staging room" and 
returned with a smaller figure in tow.  The roar of conversation 
subsided as the two reached center stage and the woman stepped to one 
side.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced in a firm contralto, forcing a 
sudden hush, "I bring you Sally Gibbs, age 13, and that sublime rarity"
-- here she peered meaningfully at the senator, possibly the only man 
seated in the audience without feminine company -- "a virgin."

With a crackle the guard, Clancy, lit a shrouded arc light upon the 
small balcony at the rear of the room and quickly shrank the iris to
spot only the subject girl.

A storm of cheers and clapping resounded.  Smiling slightly, the madam 
let it proceed.  Sally blushed and ducked her head, but in the end 
raised it with the smile she had been instructed to exhibit.  She too 
looked meaningfully at the senator.  She wore a knee-length green velvet
pinafore without a blouse, exposing pale arms from the shoulders, with a
yellow satin bow tied about her waist and a yellow rose perched atop 
long auburn curls.  Calf-length green stockings emerged from shiny black
slippers.

The catcalls and claps subsided.  Most of the callers, while staring at
the youth and licking their lips, withdrew hands from the scant clothing
of their immediate companions.

The madam resumed her spiel.  "At four foot eleven and 85 pounds, Sally
has reached what is known as 'man height.'  Having ended her first 
menarche just last week, she is ready for her first man and furthermore,
she assures me that she feels ready."

Again the cheers and claps issued briefly.

"Most of you have seen Sally working here as an assistant maid.  She has
been a resident since the Cannes d'Eau opened five years ago.  She is no
shrinking violet despite her lack of the full experience.  We are about
to determine which one of you gentlemen shall have the pleasure of 
giving her that.  But first, let our audience see its objective.  Sally,
raise your skirt."

The girl gathered it in both hands and as instructed, raised it high, 
covering her face but exposing her flesh from waist to calf.  A bustling
occurred as several customers rose from their chairs and drew close to 
peer at the labial slit and hood with its downy hirsute beginnings.

The madam motioned to Clancy and the light died.  "Now gentlemen, if 
you'll return to your seats, the bidding will commence.  I am no 
professional auctioneer who watches for a crooked finger or a pulled 
ear.  Please announce your bids loudly and clearly.  The minimum bid is
$50."

"Fifty!" cried someone, followed immediately by "Fifty-two!"  Madam Ruth
accepted bids until the highest was $199, placed by a heavily bearded 
fellow of advanced years in a stained hunter's jacket.  Bret, though 
enthusiastically present, had dropped out at $125.

"Do I hear $200 from anyone?" asked the madam.

Silence reigned.  Someone called, "Take her dress off."

"If you want to see her nude," was the tart response, "bid 200."

Again silence.  Both females on the stage glanced surreptitiously at the
senator.  He cleared his throat and said loudly.  "Let's end this.  I 
bid $200."

"201!" shouted the bearded hunter before Ruth could react.

The senator turned to regard the fellow, who stared back.  "$220," 
declared the senator.

"$221," grated through the heavy beard.  "I mean to have that girl."

"Do you?  Reminds you of your daughter, does she?"

"Same as you."

"I don't have a daughter.  Very well.  If you want her you'll have to 
top $300."

"I don't have $300."  The man rose in his chair.  "Damn it, you old 
shit-head, what good can you do her anyway?"

Madam Ruth raised a finger.  On the balcony Clancy reached for his 
shotgun.

The senator's chin rose.  "If you can't top 300, sir, you are outbid and
all your blustering makes no difference."

"I'm not blustering."  The man reached into his coat and produced a 
short barreled revolver that he leveled upon the senator.  "You either 
withdraw that bid or I'll withdraw it for you ... here and now."

Madam Ruth opened her mouth to issue a warning but to her surprise the 
senator reacted first, springing to his feet with a fiery glare.  "Your
reputation precedes you, sir.  Mordecai Brice, I recall your trial in 
Arkansas.  You are the Little Rock Swindler: a liar, a coward and a 
molester of little girls.  Well, listen to this.  Half the men in this 
room are armed and more than half are my good friends.  You won't leave
this room alive."

Around him several men produced revolvers of their own, all taking aim 
at Brice, who suddenly paled above his beard.  Chin sagging, he stared 
around at them, gulped, returned revolver to coat and lurched, head 
down, toward the exit.

"Jake," called Ruth above the rising hubbub, "make sure he leaves the 
house."

"We ought to have him followed," called the senator.  "I'm sure that man
is wanted."

"I'm sorry," Ruth answered.  "I need Jake here."

The senator scanned the corners for the face he knew would be present.
"Tunny!" he called.  "Keep that man in sight and tell us where he goes 
to ground."

"Yes, _sir_!" acknowledged the lad, springing up in pursuit.

Pandemonium had arisen.  Ruth forced herself in front of the girl.  
"Quiet, please!" she shouted several times to no avail.  Stomping her 
foot also accomplished nothing.  Scowling in frustration, she drew her 
small revolver -- from where on her person no one was certain -- aimed 
it at the windowless west wall and pulled the trigger.  Upon the crash 
of the shot complete silence fell at last, aside from ringing ears.

She blew smoke from the barrel and caused the weapon to vanish again.  
"That's better," she said loudly.  "Our senator has won the bidding.  
Come claim your prize, sir."

He climbed on the stage.  When he was in range she whispered fiercely, 
her eyes fiery, "You old fool, he might've killed you!"

The man smiled.  "No great loss at my age."

"It would be a great loss to me!"

"Thank you.  But how could a man die better than fighting for a woman?"

Tears appeared in her eyes.  "Damn all men anyway!"


* * *


Sally cast the senator an uneasy glance as she passed through the door 
held open for her.  He closed it behind them.  She came to a stop, hands
clasped, in the middle of the bedroom with a downcast face.

"Are you nervous, little one?" he asked.

"I guess so," she responded in a small voice.

"Do you regret that an old man like me has won you instead of a young 
fellow?"

"Miss Ruth said you would when she came for me."  She blinked 
innocently.  "Would a young man do better?"

He chuckled and stepped forward to embrace her.  "You'll learn the 
difference in time, darling," he said against the top of her head 
resting on his chest.

"It won't be the same as with Tunny, I guess."  Her voice was muffled.

"Would you rather be with him, sweetheart?"

She looked up quickly.  "Oh, no!  I been wanting to do this for the 
longest time."

"To have sex with a stranger?"

She put her arms around his waist and presented her smiling face for a 
kiss.  "You're no stranger.  I've known you forever."

Her kiss was enthusiastic, his avuncular, although he eventually met the
tip of her tongue with his own.  He ran a hand up and down her back and
fondled a pert buttock.  "You certainly have enough meat on your bones,"
he said admiringly.  "I've enjoyed sex with women as small as you on 
several occasions, but never so young."

He touched her bosom, feeling only hard little nipples.  With hands on 
her shoulders he opened a space between them, the better to examine the
pretty face.

"Should I get undressed now?" she asked.

He came to a decision.  "Yes, please, completely.  I would very much 
like to see you."  He took a seat on the edge of the bed.

She disrobed without hesitation and stood before him proudly naked.  She
was marvelous, just budding into womanhood without sagging flesh or 
visible blemish.  Her legs and torso were perfectly formed and in 
exquisite proportion.  The breasts, although yet barely indicative 
themselves, supported swollen pink nipples already larger than his own.

"You surprise me," he said.

"I do?  How?"

"Well, of course you are perfect for 13.  What surprises me is my 
reaction."

"You mean ..."  Her eyes dropped inquisitively to the front of his white
suit pants.

"Yes, exactly.  You are stirring me."

She frowned thoughtfully.  "That's funny."

"Funny?"

"I mean ...  Do you mean that your cock is getting hard?"

He chuckled.  "Yes, exactly."

"Why wouldn't it, if you want it to?"

"I see your problem.  A cock doesn't rise as a lifted finger.  It's 
involuntary, like your nipples getting lumpy when they're cold."

She blinked.  "They're lumpy now."

"Perhaps for a similar reason.  I'm sure they aren't cold."  He nodded 
at her groin.  "Your hair is just starting."

"It's really a lot, if you look close.  The color is just hard to see."

She straddled his pants leg in exhibition.

"You're right.  You'll have a bush by year's end."  He pulled her 
sideways onto his lap.  They kissed again as he fondled a lumpy nipple 
with thumb and forefinger.  While continuing to contact her lips, he 
moved a hand between her legs, which she dutifully parted.  An exploring
middle finger confirmed that she was not intact.  He wriggled it inside,
causing her to squirm and gasp.

"You are genuinely responsive," he mused.

"What's that?" she asked, still curious despite unfocussed eyes.

"You like this pressure."

"Oh, it makes me tingle!"  Her face turned to his.  "It does everyone."

"I'm afraid not.  I've known many to whom three fingers here at once do
no more than three fingers in their palms.  Never let yourself become so
jaded, Sally."

She shook her head.  "I can't imagine that!"

"You enjoy fucking, don't you?"

She nodded.  "A lot.  Tunny makes me yell."

"Does he!  Good for him!  I should call him in here and let you two 
young ones go at it."

"You want to watch?"

He shook his head.  "No, not at all.  I just think that he's the one you
want to be with just now."

A confused expression swept her delicate face.  "But what about us?  
You're supposed to do me."

He studied her intently.  "Is that what you really want?"

"I'm so curious!"

He stroked her sleek thigh, marveling at its softness.  "I'm sure you 
are, little one.  But children don't excite me.  I'll call in Tunny, 
then I'll go visit Madam Ruth for my pleasure."

"It's not right!"  Her face clouded up.  She seemed on the verge of 
tears.  "The other girls will make fun of me!"

"You're not like the others, sweetheart.  You're Tunny's girl.  You 
don't really want to be a whore, do you?"

She sniffled.  "What else can I do?  Besides I was looking forward to 
it."

"To fucking me?"  He sounded incredulous.

"You or some other grownup.  I've seen Jessie and other girls with their
johns lots of times and I want to know what it's like."

She snuggled to him and he embraced her automatically.

"You're a very pretty girl, Sally," he murmured against the auburn hair.
"But you don't excite me that way."

She sucked on his neck and pled, "Will you at least take your clothes 
off?"

"You want to see an old man's excuse for a body?"

She blinked again.  "What I want is to learn how you taste."

Her frank expression played to his burgeoning curiosity.  He lifted her
in his arms, placed her flat on the bed and stood over her, undressing 
while contemplating her loveliness.  She licked her lips, eyes widening
at sight of the flaccid penis that dangled about four inches but was 
unusually thick.

"What?" he asked, smiling.

"Ooo!  It looks ... like it'll be lots bigger than Tunny's.  Can I ..."

"You're a natural born whore, Sally."  He laughed, sat on the bed beside
her and placed a hand high on a smooth thigh.  "But you should wait a 
few more years to do that, at least until you grow tits and hair between
your legs."

She scowled.  "Tunny likes me," she groused.  "He hollers when I make him
come."

"I'm sure he does, pretty one.  I would too at his age, but you're too 
young and small for me."

She focused on the hand fondling her thigh, a finger of which nudged her
crack.  "I've never had a guy lick on me," she said in a plaintive 
voice.  "Tunny won't do it."

He barked a laugh.  "Tunny needs some instruction.  Is that what you 
want, sweetie?"

"That's part of it," she responded and took hold of the offending finger
to rub it into her special place.

Between the spread legs her clit hood stood out like a diminutive penis.
He diddled it a couple of times and watched her face for reaction.  An 
open mouthed gasp did not disappoint him.

"I've never licked a woman so young," he said, "but you certainly seem 
to be in the mood for it."

He lowered his head to her groin, kissing a thigh briefly before 
extending his tongue for the task.  He sucked on the fleshy protuberance
very gently, flicking his tongue all the while, enjoying her uninhibited
response.  She writhed in orgasm after hardly a minute, crying out while
pulling his hair.  He knew to stop.

"Tunny doesn't know what he's missing," he said to her flushed face 
while wiping his van dyke on the bedsheet.  "It's up to you to teach him
properly."

"Is it my turn now?" she asked, placing a hand against his chest of gray
hair.

"Your turn for what?"

"I want to taste you."

"You can't be serious, girl," he protested weakly but let himself 
recline beside her.

She scooted down without responding and took hold of the fat organ, now
almost erect.  She pumped it a couple of times before pulling back the 
foreskin to reveal a swollen, purple glans.  She licked it a moment 
before attempting to stuff it into her small mouth.  It only grew 
larger.

"It's so big!" she wailed.

"I said you're too young for this."

But he did not resist when she swung a leg over him and straddled his 
body.  He watched in fascination as she positioned his member and 
wriggled onto it, in and out until its head disappeared between hairless
labia.   He felt the tightness seize him more and more until she finally
sat fully upon him, looking down with satisfaction.

"I knew I was big enough!" she proclaimed smugly.

"Indeed you are!"

"And this feels really good!"  She licked her lips.

With eyes closed she began to move back and forth on his captured flesh,
biting her tongue, face contorted earnestly.  Miles was astounded.  This
girl was behaving most unprofessionally, using his body to achieve her 
own pleasure.  But he could scarcely complain, because she was also 
bringing him to a rare climax of his own.  He fondled a sleek thigh with
one hand and with the other palmed an immature breast, thrusting at her
from below.

"Oh, god! Sally!" he exclaimed.

"Not yet, not yet," the girl intoned, eyes clenched shut.  He held 
still, letting her work.

Improbably their climaxes arrived at the same time, the girl crying out
and the man acknowledging his pleasure both above and below.


* * *


When Tunny came into the bedroom as summoned, the senator sat on the 
edge of the bed, mottled skin only too exposed, where lovely Sally lay 
naked.  The boy glanced first at the girl then the old man.

"I meant to save her for you, my boy," said the senator, "but I'm afraid
things got out of hand."  He grinned.  "Definitely out of _hand_!"

Tunny sighed and looked away.  "I don't mind."

"Of course you do!"

"Maybe a little, but it's different with you."

"How's that?"

The boy blurted, "People say you're my dad."

"People talk too much," the senator mumbled, turning to Sally.  "Go 
clean yourself up, girl.  You kids can have this bed to yourselves for 
the rest of the night."

She immediately rolled to her feet and scooted into the hallway.

Tunny sat on in a chair and watched the man dress.  He sighed.  "Is she
gonna be a whore after all?"

"That's what I want to talk to you about, my boy.  She's a natural one, 
I think, and it seldom pays to go against nature.  If you try to keep 
her all to yourself, you'll fail.  But she thinks she truly loves you, 
and that's the important thing.  She'll certainly fuck other men, 
although she won't have to do it for money.  I'll see to that.  Do you 
want to keep her?"

"Yeah, sure.  I ... I love her too, but I don't want her with other 
guys, except maybe you."

"That's very generous of you, Tunny.  You have to face facts, though.  
She's a wild one who'll have to slip into another bed from time to 
time."

"How do you know that?"

The man nodded.  "That's a good question.  'From experience' is the 
answer, and I have it in spades.  Growing up here, she's seen too much.
What seems to inhibit most females is only ignorance.  Sally knows where
to get what she wants.  The best you can do is make sure she won't have
to look too often.  It's up to you."

"Up to me?"

"Yes.  You've got to keep her satisfied.  Fuck her silly, and for god's
sake lick her cunt.  Don't wait for her to ask.  You should also poke 
her in the asshole, because I know she'll want to try that at least 
once.  Some girls actually prefer it."

Tunny gaped at the man.

"Can you do that, my boy?"

The lad nodded slowly.

"Good!  Do you want her to live with you?  I can have that loft you 
sleep in fixed up nice."

"Like being married?"  The young eyes rounded.

"Sure, if that's what you want.  You can marry her officially in a few 
years.  In the meantime she'll continue to do chores for Madam Ruth, and
in the meantime I have plans for you to learn more about mechanics.  I 
think there's a big future in horseless carriages."

"You _do_?" breathed the lad.

Sally rushed in from the downstairs toilet and threw her arms 
enthusiastically around the lad.  "We can do it here all night.  Let's 
show the senator."

Though meaning to spare the boy embarrassment, he felt a perverse 
inclination to agree.  He sighed, knowing that he would likely have the
girl again, perhaps after a year's further maturity.  "No, sweetheart.
Maybe some other time.  I'll leave you two alone now.  You might think 
of this as your honeymoon night."

"Remember what I said, boy," was his parting admonition at the door.  
"Everything will turn out fine."


*END*

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