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Cannes d'Eau
Episode 8: A New Girl

a Series by Varkel
Winter, 2004



"I'm Dr. Baines," announced the dapperly dressed middle age man to the 
girl at the door.  "You're Gracie, I take it.  Have you been informed of
my visit?"

"Yes, sir.  Madam Ruth explained everything.  Please come in."

He smiled and entered the room.  Gracie was a moderately tall girl, not
a full head shorter than Baines.  She had golden blond hair that was 
pulled over her shoulder and draped across her substantial right breast.
She had been busy combing.  Her delicate face suggested a girl younger 
than eighteen years, although the body was fully mature.  He closed the
door and stood back to assay her.

"You certainly appear healthy enough," he said.  "But Madam Ruth 
requires complete examinations -- I should say thorough -- especially of
new girls."

"I understand, sir.  It's a prudent policy."

His eyebrows rose in surprise.  "You talk well.  Did you go far in 
school?"

She uttered the tinkling sound of a brief laugh.  "I've never been to 
school, Dr. Baines, although I received a good education from the man 
I lived with.  He was a history professor."

The doctor grinned.  "He taught you history, did he?"

"Along with literature, science, even a bit of mathematics."

"Indeed!  What's seven times eight?"

"56," she replied instantly.

"Remarkable!  Few other girls in this establishment could answer so 
quickly, if at all."  He grinned crookedly.  "Their math is limited to 
combinations such as 69 or counting the number of times three will go 
into one."

"69?" she repeated inquiringly.

"_Soixante-neuf_, as our friends --  Did your professor also teach 
languages?"

She smiled.  "No.  He claimed the whole world will soon speak English."

"Huh!  I doubt even a tenth."  He paused to study her face.  "Your 
unusual advantages have produced an unusual young woman."

"Do you think so?"  Her head tilted cutely.  "Madam Ruth says she will 
reserve me for special clients."

"And make up in higher fees for what you lose in traffic, I suppose."

"So she said."

"Let's hope it works out."  His eyes narrowed.  "But I suspect your 
history professor may not have prepared you for Cannes d'Eau, Gracie."

"Prepared me?"

"Under all the paint and rhetoric life here is rather simple.  A woman 
has one goal: taking as many penises into her flesh as she can stand, 
while practicing the good habits required to stay healthy despite them.
I'll teach you the habits.  Enduring the cocks is up to you."

She took a deep breath.  "Cocks."

He grinned.  "You seem to be tasting the word."

"I ...  I've heard it used to mean roosters."

He shook his head.  "Take off all your clothes and sit down on the bed."

She bit her lip but reached for the hem of her long skirt.  Baines 
finally set his bag on the table, opened it and removed pencil and 
notepad.  He pulled a straight chair up to the table and dropped into 
it, preparing to take notes.  The girl continued methodically with 
blouse and slips, hanging each item in the wardrobe.

Baines said, "First I need your medical history.  When and where were 
you born?"

"May fourteenth, 1888," she answered while releasing the side ties of a
corset.

He blinked as if noticing her clothing for the first time.  "That's an 
article you seldom see around here!"

"It's such a relief to take it off.  Do you mean I won't need it here?"

"Well, perhaps under some circumstances.  So you're 18.  Tell me _where_
you were born."

She deposited the stiff garment on the wardrobe floor and straightened 
up with a shrug.  "I never left this city in my life, doctor.  If you 
mean the house of my birth, I can't tell you because no one ever told 
_me_."

She stood nakedly before him at the foot of the bed, a well-fleshed 
young woman with slim waist, full breasts and hips lined by the corset 
seams.  Her pubes had been shaved bald recently as the week before.

He sniffed.  "A most unusual girl!"

"Do you mean my hair?"

"I mean the hair growing back.  Who shaved you?"

"Gramps.  I mean, Dr. Lawrence.  Every week."

"Raise your arms...  Did he shave you there too?"

"Yes.  He ..."  She lowered her eyes and blushed faintly.  "He said he 
wanted me to stay a little girl."

Baines retorted dryly, "I'm glad he didn't remove your breasts!  Sit on
the bedside, Gracie, and tell me of your childhood diseases."

"My breasts kept growing which is why he bought me that type of corset."
She sat  as directed, knees primly together, hands resting on shapely 
knees.  "Diseases?  I had the usual, I guess: whooping cough, measles, 
chicken pox ... mumps.  My cheeks were out to here!  And scarlet fever.
That was the worst."

"How so?"

"I was fourteen, which is older than most who get it.  I was delirious,
with awful dreams about ... cruel people.  The fever lasted two weeks 
and came back once.  I shed skin the whole winter.  Gramps nursed me 
himself.  He didn't let anyone into my bedroom until spring."

Baines nodded.  "His devotion may have saved you from pneumonia.  How 
old were you when you had your first sexual experience."

"My what?"  Her eyes rounded.

"Come, come, Gracie.  When did you lose your virginity?"

"Oh, that!  Gramps waited until my eleventh birthday.  He said it 
wouldn't be right to do it until then."

"Your grandfather."

"No, no.  The man I lived with, Dr. Lawrence.  He asked me to call him 
Gramps."

"He gave you permission to have sex?"

She smiled faintly.  "You could say that, I guess.  He gave us both 
permission."

"Do you claim that a man old enough to be your grandfather ruptured your
maidenhead?"

"Yes, I do."

The doctor scribbled on his pad.  "Then I presume he touched you before
that."

"He always touched me, Dr. Baines.  I guess it started just after Mother
and I moved into his house.  She was his housekeeper.  I was five at the
time.  His hands would stroke me whenever I sat in his lap, which was 
often, because I liked to hear him tell me I was the loveliest thing he
ever saw.  But he only put his hand under my skirts when he had too much
to drink, at least at first.  He later said he was ashamed of fondling 
me when I was so young.  I didn't mind, though, because he was always 
gentle and it felt good."

Baines smiled while his pencil scratched.

"It _did_ feel good!" she said impatiently.

"I'm sure it did.  I'm smiling with pleasure because you're forthright 
about it.  I find few girls so ready to discuss such matters, even with
their physician."

She raised her chin.  "It can't hurt him now."

"Do you still feel loyal -- I should say, attached -- to him?"

"I feel love ... for his memory."

"What else did he do for you?"

"After Mother left he bathed me in the tub often.  'You have to keep 
your privates clean,' he always said before rubbing me between the lips
with soapy fingers.  Afterwards he would stand up and pee in the toilet
before me.  I suppose he wanted me to become familiar with his penis."

"Was it large?"

"I don't really know.  I've only seen three men's -- one smaller and 
another larger -- so I can't say.  I thought it was big, though, 
especially when he put it into me."

"This was when you were eleven.  You were probably quite undeveloped."

"By then I had grown taller, of course, and I wasn't so pudgy.  I had 
little teats, although no hair between my legs."

"_Teats_."  He repeated the long E-sound.  "You don't hear that much 
anymore."

"It was Gramps' word.  Should I say breasts?"

"The women around here mostly speak of boobs or bubbies.  Apparently at
some point touching you ceased to trouble Gramps.  When did that 
happen?"

"After Mother ran off.  I understand now that Gramps wasn't interested 
in her the way she expected.  When he left his strongbox unlocked, she 
stole a lot of money and disappeared.  I was ten.  He didn't call the 
sheriff.  In fact he told me it was the best thing that ever happened to
him, that we could live together and he would take care of me."

"How old was he?"

"Then?  Almost 60.  But he was a fine looking man and in good health ...
until he dropped dead last week."

"You were ten, you say.  I suppose he increasingly molested you for a 
year until he got his courage up."

"_Molested_?  That's not a nice word."

"Is it accurate?"

"I don't have a dictionary.  Before Mother left he only touched me once
in a while, and he always felt guilty about it.  Afterwards I suppose 
you could say we began having sex, although not completely."

"Would you care to elaborate?"

"Why not?  He often comforted me in his lap after Mother ran off.  When
a week passed and we were sure she wouldn't come back, he came to my 
room, sober as a judge, and asked if I wanted to sleep with him in his 
bed.  Of course I said yes, because even _I_ knew I was totally 
dependent upon him.  Also I loved him.  He was my Gramps, you know, and
I wanted to please him.  I didn't know anything about sex or what he 
intended to do.  I thought we would just snuggle together and fall 
asleep."

"But he had more in mind, did he?"

"He sure did!  It was so dark I could hardly see him after we climbed 
into his bed.  He took me into his arms and started kissing me.  I mean
real kissing with tongues.  I giggled at first, but at the same time I 
felt warm and tingly between my legs.  Then he took my nightie off.  He
was naked; I could feel the hair on his chest.  He toyed with my 
nipples.  'You almost have little teats,' he said.  It felt good, 
especially when he began to suck on them.  'This is how your babies will
treat you.'  I thought he was behaving oddly, because no one had ever 
done such a thing to me.  I was astonished when he moved his mouth to my
tummy, then to my thighs.  He squirmed to the bottom of the bed and 
parted my legs.  His tongue was on my privates, kissing and licking.  It
tickled me and made me laugh.  I thought he was playing some kind of 
game, but then it started to feel good, really good, better and better.
The pleasure began to frighten me, because I had never touched myself 
there before, not really, not as he was doing.  I think I screamed.  It
was my first climax.  It was wonderful."

Her eyes had a faraway look while Baines scribbled.  He looked up at 
last.  "You are very graphic.  This is good material."

"'Good material?'  Whatever do you mean?"

"Old men and young -- very young -- girls are a notorious combination in
all societies, but I have never seen a description from the distaff 
perspective.  I presume Gramps taught you to read and write."

"Oh, yes, though from what you said a moment ago it seems those skills 
are hardly needed here."

"True.  But if you could write down your life with Gramps, I know just 
the market that would snap it up."

Her eyes widened.  "Really, doctor?"

"Absolutely.  We'll talk about that later.  Was Gramps content after 
giving _you_ pleasure?"

She smiled.  "You know he wasn't!  He cuddled beside me.  I felt his 
hard penis pressing into my hip, and out of curiosity I reached down and
touched it.  

"He asked, 'Do you like the feel of that, my darling?'

"I had not yet formed a like or dislike of it.  In fact the feel of it 
surprised me.  I knew already that boys had a jinky there and could make
it stiffen up, but --"

"Just a moment!" Baines interrupted.  "How did you know that?  A 
_jinky_?"

"Xerby, the maid and cook, lived in the little house behind us.  I 
played with her children.  The boys had shown me what they could do with
their jinkies."

"Aha!  I was going to ask you how you contracted all those childhood 
diseases.  Now we know.  _Jinkies_?"  The doctor looked up from his pad.
"Had they demonstrated upon you?"

"Upon their sister, who was a year older than I.  She was in the habit 
of sucking on them.  Xerby caught us once.  Something about it 
frightened her terribly.  She sent me into the big house and beat the 
others with a limb from a bush.  I heard them screaming.  I didn't 
understand and still don't.  Apparently it wasn't the sucking.  She said
over and over, 'They'll kill you, they'll burn you alive!'"

"Xerby was a Negress, right?"

"Yes."

"Then her fear is understandable."

"Not to me."

"You haven't seen much of the world.  She feared her sons might get 
caught with jinkies in _your_ mouth.  But go on.  We have you with 
Gramps' jinky in your hot little hand."

She blinked.  "Is that the right word?  I always thought jinkies 
belonged to little boys."

"Little _black_ boys, perhaps.  It's not a word that white people use."

"Should I say _cocks_?"

"If you wish.  Gramps asked you if you liked the feel of his.  How did 
you respond?"

"I believe I said it was odd.

"'What's odd about it?' he demanded.

"'It's so big and hard.'

"That was the right answer, I guess.  He chuckled and asked, 'You're my
little fairy.  Are you willing to grant my wish?'  When I said I would 
do _anything_ for him, he explained how a penis worked and that a man's
pleasure was maybe even sharper than a woman's.  I was impressed because
I could imagine nothing better than what he had just done to me.  He 
coaxed me to kiss it, then lick it, then suck on the knob.  I was 
surprised when he groaned and squirted into my mouth."

"But not dismayed, I gather."

"Well, no."  She grinned slightly.  "Xerby's boys ..."

"Had already inseminated your mouth, eh?"

"The oldest.  I was surprised that old white men did it too.  Over the 
years Gramps taught me how to do it perfectly."  She smiled demurely.  
"Would you like me to demonstrate, Dr. Baines?"

"Gracie, this is meant to be a _physical_ exam.  But I note the absence
of that scruple."  He wrote a few more words on his pad and looked up.
"Please come and sit on the edge of this table."

He took a device from the bag and slipped it around his full head of 
auburn hair above the gray temples: a metal band with a fist-sized 
mirror perched above it.  The girl settled demurely on the table edge, 
knees together.  The man stood, adjusted his mirror to light her face 
and grasped her chin.  "Open wide, Gracie."  He thrust a wooden tongue 
depressor into her mouth and peered about at close range.  "Remarkably 
sound teeth.  Your professor didn't ply you with candy, did he?"

"Candy?  Oh, yes, I remember.  He gave it to Xerby and her children at 
Christmas.  She let me share.  Oh, and he kept a store of hoarhound that
I could have only for a bad cold."

"Candy has long been used to make sweet girls sweeter, but perhaps he 
didn't need to in your case, eh, Gracie?  No eruptions on palate, tongue
or throat.  Good."  He threw the depressor carelessly toward a trash 
can.  It clattered on the floor instead.  His hands roamed through her 
hair for a moment.  Again directing his mirror, he pulled on her ears 
and peered into the canals.  Tilting her head back, he stared up her 
nose.

"Now take several deep breaths."  A slightly hairy ear pressed hard in 
the middle of her back while a strong hand on her shoulder held her 
still except for heaving chest.  He weaved around her, saying, "Again."
Now an ear thrust into the valley between her breasts.  She quivered.

"What's the matter?"

"Your beard tickles."

"Try to ignore it.  A few more deep breaths, please."

She complied.  When he released her, she breathed out strongly and said,
"I hope you're finished; I'm getting dizzy."

"I'm finished with your upper parts."

"What did you hear?"

"In this case it's what I didn't hear.  Your lungs are clear."  He 
grinned at her.  "I really ought to obtain a stethoscope -- or shave my
beard."

"That would be a pity.  It's almost red."

"Thank you.  But shaving would be preferable to the stethoscope; an ear
between firm young breasts is a very pleasant exercise.  Please pour an
inch or two of water into that washbasin and bring it to the table."

As she complied, he wrote briefly on his pad before taking another 
curious article from his bag.  "New fetch the pillow off the bed...  Get
up here on the table and lie down beside the washbasin...  Rest your 
head on the pillow.  Draw your knees up."  She obeyed, feet dangling in
the air above buttocks barely supported by the table edge.  He moved 
around in front of her and bent forward.  "Let your calves down on my 
shoulders."  He shook his head.  "With or without hair, no one could 
mistake this for a little girl's vulva."

He dipped the device in the water and held it up dripping.  "This is a 
speculum.  I don't suppose you've seen one before."

"No, doctor."

He worked the handles.  "Do you see its purpose?  I shall slip it into 
vagina and rectum and open them for inspection."

"Why?"

"To verify the absence of lesions and pus."  He grinned.  "And because 
to me the _insides_ of a woman are her prettiest parts."

She blinked but said nothing.  He worked the instrument into her with 
practiced ease, adjusted his mirror again and leaned far forward, 
peering minutely.  He looked up and met her eyes as she stared down 
between her breasts from head propped on pillow.  Her eyes were round.
"Doctor, I never felt anything so ... large."

"Not yet.  You have a lovely avenue, Gracie: wet, healthily ridged and 
yet to pass a babe."

"How do you know that?" she asked curiously.

"The mouth of the womb is different after giving birth."

"Good heavens, I suppose it is!  I'd like to see how you tell."

He smiled indulgently.  "I can arrange that, if you mean it.  We have 
examples of all conditions here, including one that passed an infant 
only last week."

"That would be fascinating!"

"I'll see what I can do.  Now put your hands behind your knees and draw
them up on your chest as far as you can."

Complying, she asked, "Now you will look into my, ah ..."

"Yes.  Your rectum.  Relax and don't worry.  I won't try to open it 
nearly so wide."

"Oh.  Oh!  Oh, doctor, that feels ... so strange!"

"Did Gramps get this virginity also?"

"What? ...  Do you mean ...  Good heavens!"

Baines chuckled.  "A penis would fit here much easier than this 
instrument.  Men come to bawdyhouses particularly for the pleasure of 
thrusting them through such a tight ring.  There!  Your rectum looks 
healthy as your birth canal."  He dropped the speculum into the basin 
with a splash.  "Lower your legs to my shoulders again, please."

Reaching under her knee, he took a bottle from his bag, unscrewed the 
top and withdrew two thin sticks, one white and one brown.  Cotton had 
been spun onto an end of each.

"What's that?" she asked, cocking her head.

"Sterilized swabs: white in front and brown in back.  Hold your bottom 
very still, please."

She felt a deep, swirling penetration twice.  He returned the swabs to 
the bottle and tightened its lid.

"What will you do with them?"

"Make slides and study them under my microscope.  The bacteria of 
interest are peculiar.  I should say they have peculiar shapes.  This is
the real test, Gracie.  If you pass it you get the job."

"Wh-when will you know?"

"I'll give Madam Ruth the verdict in the morning.  Be easy; your history
suggests no reason for worry.  Now again hold still, please.  You may 
feel some cramping."

His hands pressed into her groin and all around the genitals.  She 
winced only once.

When he left off, she asked, "What was that for?"

"Your pelvis should permit relatively easy childbirth, when the time 
comes.  Let me ask you about that.  I presume you had unlimited sex with
Gramps for seven years.  When did your monthly periods begin?"

"When I was 14."

"That was four years ago.  Was it just luck that you avoided pregnancy?"

"Gramps was very concerned about that.  Once my bleeding started, he 
would never again discharge into my vagina except for a few days each 
time after my flow ceased."

"Remarkable!  I'm amazed he knew so much about the female cycle."

She smiled.  "He knew everything."

"Well, we can't afford to use that method here.  Fortunately we have 
others."  He seemed to hesitate, breathing deeply, face hovering above 
her genitals.  "Gracie, did you have a bath today?"

"No."

"You arrived last night, didn't you?  I'm amazed they failed to tell you
of the bathrooms downstairs."

"They told me."

"Did they also tell you that everyone here without exception is required
to have at least one bath per day?"

She blushed slightly.  "I was hoping some man would come along and help
me as Gramps did.  Guess I've been spoiled."

"No doubt.  But I just realized you smell like one of Razor's spicy 
tenderloins.  I wondered why my mouth was watering!"

She smiled.  "Gramps liked my smell too.  He said it made his ..."

"Go on."

Her blush deepened.  "His penis firm."

"I can believe it!"  Three fingers slipped into her under a rolling 
thumb.  She trembled.

He exclaimed, "What a prominent clit!  Does this do anything for you, 
Gracie?"

"Oh, doctor!" she breathed.

"I noticed that your nipples puckered for my ear.  Your clit hardened 
for the speculum, didn't it?"

"Is that so bad, doctor?  Oh, your thumb is ..."  She took a deep 
breath.  "I'm not sure I can hold my water."

He released her and backed away, careful to let her legs down gently.  
The chamber pot sat behind the table, an easy stretch for him to 
position before her.  She rose up, slipped off the wooden surface and 
lowered herself upon it.  Urine hissed.

He asked, "Does sexual arousal weaken your sphincter?"

"Sometimes."

He chuckled.  "That can be an advantage here.  Cannes d'Eau has clients
of all persuasions and tastes."

He began to remove his own clothing, hanging it over the back of his 
chair.  She finished her task, set the pot back in its place, went to 
the dresser, wiped herself with a cloth folded and turned around to 
watch as he smoothed the wrinkles from his hanging trousers.  Only 
stockings and calf garters remained.

"Your penis is poking straight out," she noted idly.

"Are you surprised?"

She smiled.  "My feelings would be hurt if it didn't."

He sniffed.  "_I'm_ the one surprised!  This was meant to be a physical
exam, as I said.  Then I discovered a hard-on.  You do have a powerful 
aroma."

She hastened across the floor and sank to her knees, declaring 
confidently, "I can fix that."

She engulfed the outer third of his member with a hand gripping the 
base.  Slurping and popping filled the room's 
quiet -- until Baines groaned loudly and grasped her head with both 
hands.  She did not withdraw, receiving the ejaculate in her mouth.  She
rose to her feet and stood close, opening wide to display his milky 
ejaculate.  Then she swallowed ostentatiously.

"God, Gracie!" he exclaimed.  "You're a natural!"

"I told you I could fix it.  My good instructor taught me many things 
besides history!  Now that you're relaxed, Dr. Baines, would you like to
hear some more of my story?"


* * *


They lay together on the bed, naked.  Baines stroked her flesh, pleased
by its youthful freshness.  "I'm glad your chicken pox didn't scar you."

"Only on my head, fortunately above the hairline."

"Sometimes it's merciful that way."  He rose over her and bent to her 
groin.  Shortly he chuckled.  "What a scratchy stubble!  Ruth may have 
to shave you again before she puts you to work."

"Madam _Ruth_ would shave me?"

"No, no, of course not.  She merely decides if it must be done.  I 
expect Tally would do the work.  She shaves women's legs as well as 
men's faces -- I should say, the ones here who do without beards."

His lips and tongue descended upon the protuberant clitoris.

She gasped when he sucked it gently.  "Oh, doctor!"  She wriggled 
against his face, one leg enwrapping his torso, her hands in his hair.
After a moment she cried briefly in orgasm.

When he sought to mount her, she pushed at his chest.  "I would love it,
of course, but I couldn't tell you the rest of the story with my mind in
a frenzy."

"You can finish your tale later, pretty girl, after I probe your 
innards."

He pushed in slowly an inch at a time, causing her eyes to widen and her
lips, close to his, to smile.  "You're so big!" she exclaimed and thrust
back, imbedding him all the way.  His chest pressed against her firm 
breasts while their lower bodies worked in counterpoint, the penis 
plunging like a piston and her long legs enfolding his.  They kissed 
continually.  Before long her panting moans gave way to a long cry, and
he raised his head to watch the face beneath him contort in ecstasy.  
His pleasure arrived before she was finished but he helped her along in
the gentlemanly way despite a flagging member.

"That was so good!" she stated with enthusiasm while they were still 
joined, her soft thighs yielding around his hips.

He kissed her cheek, forehead and nose. "Gramps must have died a happy 
man, Gracie," he announced, rolling off of her.  "You're a magnificent 
fuckstress!"

"A what?"  She chuckled, apparently pleased.  "I know what _fuck_ 
means."

"You certainly do!"

"But I shiver to say it.  Gramps hated that word.  Did you notice how I
squeezed you when you poked deep?"

"Indeed!  No one at Cannes d'Eau does it better."

"That happens when I get really excited.  I can't control it.  Gramps 
caused it at times when I was younger, but I guess I lost the ability 
later.  Towards the end he was not very energetic."

"Rude people call it a snapping pussy.  It was very much in evidence 
this time."

He licked her shoulder while fondling a breast.  "Tell me about your 
first time: when he pushed in and hurt you."

"He never hurt me.  On my eleventh birthday we had a party, just the two
of us.  He gave me whiskey to drink and I fell asleep after a few 
glasses.  The next morning I awoke with a soreness between my legs.  
Gramps snored beside me as I discovered that my privates and upper legs
were crusted with blood.  The sheets were a mess!  After I shook him 
awake he told me that he had ripped me during the night.  I was 
disappointed, because I had wanted to remember the loss of my virginity.
But he told me that he couldn't bear hurting me, so he got me drunk.  We
didn't do it again until two weeks later."

"What was it like then?  Did you feel discomfort?"

She chuckled.  "I sat down on him and felt his penis fill me up.  It was
a marvelous sensation and it didn't hurt at all, though I didn't climax.
That failure disappointed him, so he instructed me to rub myself, even 
as he was growing soft inside me."

"He enjoyed watching your excitement."

"I suppose.  I never pretended, though, because mostly I didn't have to.
I really enjoyed it even when he was older and I was always on top."

"That's a good quality, Gracie, especially for one who is entering this
profession.  But I doubt you'll remain here very long."

"Why do you say that?" she whined.  "I'll do what I'm told!"

"No, I mean that very soon one of the johns will take you away and set 
you up in rooms.  I know several regulars who are in a position to do 
that."

"Like with Gramps?"

"Not exactly.  In fact it should be even better, because you will live 
by yourself and have a free life, except for those days when your man 
comes to visit."

She half draped herself over his prone body.  "Are you one of those men,
doctor?" she cooed.

"I wish I were!  You're a very exciting young woman, my dear.  But my 
circumstances won't allow it.  You need a wealthy man to support you."

"That sounds nice, but I hope it doesn't happen too soon.  You're only 
my third man, and I want to try out a lot more."

He pulled her down for a lingering kiss then asked.  "Who was your 
second man?  Were you unfaithful to Gramps?"

"Oh, no.  I never cheated on him, although I could have especially 
towards the end.  He was my Gramps and I feared hurting him."

"Then who was the second man?"

She rubbed his fuzzy chest.  "You probably know him.  His name is Bret 
and he's the one who brought me to Cannes d'Eau.  That's part of an ugly
story."

He raised up.  "Did Bret mistreat you?"

"No, no.  He was really very sweet.  He saved me in fact from an awful 
man who was trying to rape me."

"An ugly story, indeed!  Is it one you mind telling?"

"Not at all.  It started when Gramps dropped dead.  I sent Xerby's 
oldest boy for the sheriff because I didn't know what else to do.  To 
make it short, Gramps' sister eventually turned up and took charge.  She
never liked me, of course, and she sent me away with just the clothes on
my back.  I slept in a park that night, and the next morning a man 
walking his dog discovered me.  The dog was friendly enough, but his 
master wasn't.  He pulled me behind some bushes and began to tear at my
clothes.  He called me a whore and said that he would put the fear of 
God in me.  What he actually intended to put into me was his penis -- 
into my behind, because he said that was the cleanest place of my body.
I screamed, of course, and I scratched his face.  That only made him 
angrier."

"I can imagine.  'Fear of God,' indeed!  He sounds like a preacher."

"He said he was some kind of Baptist."

"Then Bret came to your rescue?"

"Yes!  He appeared out of nowhere and beat the man bloody while trying 
to shake off the dog that was holding his trouser leg."

Baines grinned.  "That sounds like Bret, our courageous buffoon."

"He was very gallant.  When the man and his dog ran off he asked me if I
was all right.  I cried against his chest and told him that I had no 
place to live, that I had been thrown out.  We talked a while.  I hoped
he would take care of me, so I offered myself to him.  He told me right
away that he couldn't afford it, but I let him have me anyway, because 
he had saved me.  He's the one with the large penis.  It's even bigger 
than yours."

"I'll take your word for that!  Who had the smallest one?"

"That nasty man.  He had it out and tried to put it into my bottom.  I 
couldn't believe anyone might want to do such a thing?  It would be 
smelly!  It must hurt a woman a lot too."

"You know better now.  Did the speculum hurt?"

"Not when _you_ did it!  But I think that man's pen-- _cock_ would 
have."

"Because you couldn't relax."  Baines snuggled the girl close and ran 
his hand along a soft, well fleshed arm.  "Men often like doing it that
way, Gracie.  If you intend to sell yourself, you'll have to expect it."

She sighed.  "So I gathered from what you said earlier."

"Which brings up a question.  I'm curious, Gracie, as to why you came 
here.  I'm sure Bret recommended it, but --"

"What else can I do?" she interrupted with some heat.  "What else am I 
good for?  I don't know anyone at all who might help me."

"Well, several charities come to mind."  He chuckled wryly.  "Madam Ruth
likes you, so don't tell her I said this.  I happen to know an orphanage
that badly needs a schoolteacher."

"An orphanage?  With a lot of kids?"

"Of course."

"And women."

"Yes ..."

"But few men."

"Well, yes, but --"

"I _loved_ Gramps' penis!  It was my special, my only toy.  He wore a 
robe with no trousers so I could reach it whenever I wished.  Dr. 
Baines, I thank you for your concern, but I really don't want to do 
without my toy."

He laughed softly.  "In that case you may indeed have come to right 
place.  But you'll have to accept those 'toys' into your flesh 
everywhere they'll fit."

She sighed again.  "Including the ..."

"Rectum.  Bumhole.  Up the ass, as they prefer to say.  I think few of 
the girls at Cannes d'Eau enjoy it, but they all offer it as a service."

"It's not natural!"

He chuckled wryly.  "That may be true.  No animal besides man is guilty
of it.  But if you work here, Madam Ruth will insist."

The pretty face displayed distress.  "Men are so big!"

"Not bigger than I made the speculum.  But you could try it first with a
slender penis.  You might learn to tolerate the experience."

"A slender one!  Where would I find that?"

Baines thought a moment.  "I know a boy ..."


* * *


"What're you doing?  That's the new girl's room."

Sally came through the door into the hall just in time to find Tunny 
with fist raised before the closed door marked _17_ in brass letters.  
They were both barely teenagers and the same height, though the girl 
outweighed the skinny lad.  Sally had long, naturally curly auburn hair.
Tunny was a towhead just beginning to darken at the roots.  He wore a 
too-large shirt with sleeves rolled up and tails out over blue jeans 
turned up halfway on the calf.  She wore a knee-length pinafore without
blouse.  Both were barefooted.

"Dr. Baines sent me," he said importantly, knocking three times with his
fist.

"Come in," called a feminine voice beyond the door.

He tried the knob and looked blankly at the girl.  "It's locked!"

"Of course, you dummy," Sally responded with a sneer.  "It's the new 
girl's room."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot.  You got a key, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then unlock it, dummy yourself."

Her chin rose.  "What'd the doctor want you to do for her?"

He hesitated, finally saying with a grin, "Come on in and watch."

Her eyes narrowed but her hand dipped into a pocket on the side of her 
skirt and reappeared with a skeleton key.  "Don't think I won't!"  In a
moment she had opened the door and allowed him to precede her.

Having awakened at the knock, Gracie sat on the side of the bed naked as
the doctor had left her.  She smiled at the boy but grimaced at sight of
Sally and drew the sheet over breasts and thighs.  "What do you want?" 
she demanded.

"You're Gracie, right?" the boy responded.  "I'm Tunny.  Dr. Baines sent
me."

The woman's gaze flicked to Sally.  "Why did he send _her_?"

The boy hesitated before admitting, "She wants to watch."

"Your sister?  What's her name?"

The young girl said through tight lips, "I'm Sally and I'm not his 
sister."

"But you want to watch."  Gracie took a deep breath.  "Why not?  I 
suppose it's the custom around here, isn't it?  What's privacy in a 
place like this?"  She relaxed the hand holding the sheet, exposing full
breasts.  Her attention returned to the boy.  "Take your clothes off and
show me what you've got."

"Show you!" repeated Sally, gaping.  "What're you gonna do to him?"

Gracie's lip curled.  "Nothing, to _him_."  To Tunny she said, "What did
she expect to watch?"

The lad had already slipped out of his jeans.  His fingers were busy at
shirt buttons.  He explained to Sally, "I'm gonna fuck her up the ass."

Sally's chin sagged lower.  She stared in speechless shock while he 
proceeded blithely to shrug off the shirt.

Gracie noticed her distress.  "What's the matter, Sally?"

The girl sputtered, "He ... he ...  The doctor knows about this?"

"It's the first time anybody's been up her ass," Tunny explained 
farther.  "How 'bout sucking it up for me, Sally?"

The girl straightened.  "Suck it up yourself!"

He blinked.  "What's the matter?"

She ground her teeth.  "Damn you, Tunny!  You don't need to be fucking 
other girls."

"Yeah.  No more than you need to fuck the johns!"

That shot told.  She stepped back, her face turning pale.  The boy took
a deep breath and said in conciliatory tones, "It's just ... Gracie 
needs a _little_ dick for her first time."

"Who said it had to be _your_ little dick?"

"Dr. Baines."

Sally's eyes flashed at Gracie.  "It's not so little."

Gracie beckoned.  "Come here, Tunny, and let me see."

The lad stepped up willingly and laid the slight organ in the older 
girl's extended hand.  She smiled, exposing the violet head.  "It's 
cute."  Her eyes twinkled on his.  "I know how to make it grow."

Sally sniffed and strode briskly past the bed to a corner of the room, 
returning with a commercial broom in her hand.  Above gathered 
broomstraw, its long handle was a lathe-turned dowel thick as a thumb.

"Let me show you ..." she began, nearing the pair.  Her voice trailed 
off.  Gracie had already slipped off the bed to her knees and slurped up
the boyish penis entire.

Tunny grinned smugly around at Sally.  "What you gonna sweep up?"

The girl gritted her teeth and took a deep breath.  Her eyes narrowed 
purposefully upon a cold cream jar on the bedside table.  She gouged two
finger loads from it, slathered the end of the broomstick and sat upon 
the edge of the bed behind the woman kneeling on the floor.

Tunny stared.  The woman twitched as the girl's greasy hand slipped 
between upraised buttocks cheeks.

"This is just my finger," Sally explained.

Gracie tilted her head back, eyes widening up to Tunny, but her tongue 
never faltered.

"Sally, what'n hell are you doing?" he asked aggrievedly.

"I'm getting her ready, that's all."

"Ready for what?"

The girl's eyes flashed.  "This!"  Forward came the greasy broomstick.
He raised a cautionary hand but the end of the stick had already 
vanished between prying fingers.

Gracie stiffened with a shudder.  "Oh!" she declared, opening her mouth
around its content.

"There!" the girl declared in tones of satisfaction.  "That's what six 
inches of really hard cock would feel like."

"Sally --" the lad began with a grimace.

"It's about the same thickness as Tunny, but he ain't got six inches.  
What'cha think, Gracie?"

The woman raised her head, releasing the youthful organ now wet and 
firmly erect.  Her expression was introspective.  "Is that only six 
inches?"

"Yeah, about...  But feel this.  It's more like a foot."

"Grip your hand on it and show me."

She turned partly to regard the stick.  Having withdrawn it, Sally held
it up, clasping it a goodly distance from the end.

"You had that much in me?" Gracie asked in a tone of wonder.  "Good 
heavens!  Then that's the place to take the longest ones, isn't it!"

"It didn't hurt, did it?"

"Not a bit.  Of course, this thing isn't as large as ..."  The woman 
took the stick from the girl, brought its end forward and held it beside
the lad's penis in the same hand.  The two items were approximately of 
equal thickness.

His chin sagged.  She grinned up at him.  "No further need to impose on
you, is there, Tunny?"

"But, but --"

"But what?"

"I need to ...  I need to _come_!"

"Then come _here_!" ordered Sally.  The girl threw up her skirt and fell
backward onto the bed, exposing a crisp young vulva crowned with the 
beginning of curly blonde hair.

"Dammit, I _will_!" the lad declared.  He dodged around the crouching 
woman and fell between the girl's legs.  Her hand rose to guide him.  In
a moment he was vigorously plunging.

Gracie stood, eyeing the two on the bed.  She chuckled and shook her 
head.  Bringing the end of the broomstick to her nose, she sniffed and 
made a face.  "An enema!" she declared under her breath.  
Conscientiously she bathed the end at the washbasin before returning the
broomstick to the corner.

Behind her the lad groaned and fell onto his back beside the girl.  A 
last white droplet bulged in the eye of the upturned penis.  Sally 
sprang to her feet, pushing down her skirt, and scooped up the lad's 
clothing.  She pulled him off the bed.

"Here, get dressed and let's go."

Tunny heaved a sigh and obeyed.  The girl's eyes rounded smugly upon the
woman.

Gracie grinned and asked softly, "Did you get what you wanted?"

"Yeah.  How 'bout you?"

"I guess.  I'm wondering why the doctor didn't think of that."

Sally grunted.  "Maybe 'cause he's got his own broom handle."

"You mean his speculum?"

"That too.  Come on, Tunny.  Let Gracie rest up."

In the hall, the girl carefully locked the door behind them while Tunny
watched her with a frown.  When she returned the key to her pocket, he 
asked, "Why'n't you let me fuck her up the ass?  What's it to you?"

Sally sniffed.  "You better be glad I didn't."

"What for?"

"She's new with a lot to learn."  The girl grinned slyly and held up a 
still-greasy finger.  "Take a smell."

His nose wrinkled.  "You mean you'd rather have her shit on you than 
me?"

"Than on your cock."

"I get it.  Because you like to suck."

"I don't want it in my pussy either."

"Okay."  He shrugged.

"I gotta go help Hazel with the laundry.  Wanna come?"

"Are you kidding?"

"I didn't think so."  She turned away but smiled at him over her 
shoulder.  "Stay out of trouble, Tunny."

"You mean out of pussy."

"Assholes too," she retorted, rounding the corner at the staircase.

The lad looked hopefully at the locked door to which 17 was nailed 
in brass numerals.  He turned away with a grin, muttering, "If 
Gracie takes an enema tomorrow ..."

END


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