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Only To Get By (Mf, cons, pedo)
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Part One: Escape
Jennifer stared out her bedroom window at the busy street below. In her
parents' bedroom next door, her mother and father were fighting again.
This had been going on for the past year and Jennifer could barely stand
it any longer. She liked to consider herself a normal girl. At 11 years
old she was fairly popular in her 5th grade class. She had silky, long
black hair that she often wore up in a ponytail. Her eyes were a deep
brown (adults often commented on how beautiful her eyes were), and she
got fairly good marks in school. She was even beginning to develop
breasts, and some of her friends at school commented on how nicely they
were coming in, and how they wished their own breasts were that big.
Still, despite the envy, she was still below an A cup.
But regardless of how normal she seemed to herself, she felt like she
was the only girl in the world who had such awful parents. Ever since
her father was demoted at work a year ago, he had begun drinking and
acting different. He would hit her mother occasionally and at night when
she was trying to sleep she would hear them in the room beside hers. Her
father would demand sex, and she would try to tell him no. But he would
press, and soon young Jennifer could hear the resentful sobs of her
mother as her father grunted in pleasure and had his way with her.
And now Jennifer was wiping tears from her beautiful brown eyes as her
parents fought once more, starting out at the city below from their
third story apartment and wishing her life was different, wishing she
could start all over again with a better family and a better life. Her
mind wandered to all the movies she had seen where children like her ran
away from home and saw all sorts of adventure, or even found better
lives for themselves far away. Wouldn?t it be great, she thought, if she
could do the same? But it was a risky fantasy, she finally convinced
herself. No, she couldn?t run away, she would have to think of something
else. Slowly she wiped her eyes free of any new tears and walked out of
her room, past her arguing parents and into the living room. Climbing
onto the worn out couch and snuggling into her favorite position, she
took the remote and turned on the television.
After about fifteen or twenty minutes, the arguing upstairs stopped and
Jennifer heard thumping down the hall. Her mother stormed past in tears
and ran out the door to the stairwell leading to the street. She slammed
the door behind her. Jennifer tried to hold back the tears. Her mother
had stormed out on occasion before, and never for too long, but each
time Jennifer feared her mother would run away and leave her behind with
her father. She tried to convince herself to stop imagining things as
her father ? bare-chested and smoking a cigarette, casually walked in to
the living room and sat on the couch beside Jennifer. He reeked of
alcohol and smoke, and ever since he started acting this way, Jennifer
could stand being around him less and less as time passed. Now was no
different, and she cringed and tried to ignore him.
?Looks like it?s just gonna be you and be, baby girl? said her father in
a deep voice. It seemed to Jennifer that his voice changed over time
since then. It didn?t seem as friendly and endearing as it used to.
?You know that?s not true Daddy,? replied Jennifer, trying to keep tears
back in the presence of her obviously drunk father, ?mommy always comes
back.?
Her father shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette. ?I
don?t know, Jen. Your mother says she?s found another man. Says she?s
gonna live with him now.?
?Don?t say that Daddy!? Jennifer tried not to believe her fathers words.
He had lied before. But she knew her mother was desperate to get away.
And she had been around the house less and less lately. Could it be that
she really found another man? Could she really have left her alone with
her father?
?It?s true baby girl. You and Daddy are living alone now.?
Jennifer couldn?t stand the thought of living all alone with her father.
It had been her mother who, on several occasions, was the only thing the
kept her father from hitting the young girl when his anger got too
overbearing. But as she thought this, she also remembered the times when
her father was a nicer man, before he started drinking and making less
money. She wished he was still the same man, wished she didn?t have to
think these things about him, but she was almost sure he was a
completely changed man. Still, deep in her heart she hoped a part of the
old daddy she new still remained.
?Daddy,? she asked quietly, ?She is gonna come back right? She was only
upset.?
Her father just puffed on his cigarette and shook his head ?No, baby
girl. You and daddy are gonna be a regular pair of roommates from now on.?
Jennifer?s heart dropped. Even in times before this, her Daddy said she
would be back. Could it really be true this time? Before Jennifer could
think of anything else, she felt her father?s hand slowly move to her
thigh. She looked up to notice his lustful eyes roaming her body.
Wearing just a light tank top and a pair of thin shorts, she hadn?t felt
underdressed until this point, and neither until this point had her
father ever given her such looks.
?You?ll be the woman of the house.? He said, smiling as his eyes
evidently dropped to her budding chest. ?You?ll have to be a big girl, now.?
Jennifer swallowed and looked at her father in an entirely new light.
Despite his recent downfall, she never expected him to come on to her,
his own daughter. She had hardly any experience with men to begin with,
and this new lewdness from her father made her feel terribly
uncomfortable. She just nodded, her stomach pitted and her skin cold,
afraid of what her father might do if her mother was never around to see
it. She just quietly continued to watch cartoons, her mind wandering in
all directions as her father gently rubbed her thigh.
* * * * * *
That night Jennifer lay in bed, her window open to let in the cool
breeze of summer nights. Under the thin sheet that covered her, her
nightgown was pulled up around her waist and her small fingers gently
rubbed and prodded her clitoris. It was something she had learned from
her girlfriends at school, something they called ?masturbation?. All she
knew was that it felt great, and made her vagina pulse with electric
tingling. In her mind she imagined Donny Medlers, a cute boy in her
grade. She imagined her and Donny kissing, holding each other and
rubbing their privates. She imagined similar situations, sometimes with
other boys, almost every night ? and almost every night she would pull
her nightgown up and rub her clitoris until a glorious feeling washed
over her and her fingers got very wet with fluid, and she?d go to sleep.
This night was different though. It was 1am and her mother still hadn?t
come home, and for all she knew her father was still in the kitchen
drinking. All of this kept her mind wandering. It was for this reason
that she chose to masturbate tonight specifically, to get her mind off
of all this. But beside all that, she kept thinking about her mother,
and her father who had kept ogling her the rest of that night. With a
sigh she slid her wet fingers up to her nightgown to dry them off.
Before she could pull her nightie back down to cover her vagina again,
she saw her bedroom door open and the light from the hallway flooded in.
Her father stood in the door, his frame a silhouette in the yellowish
white light from behind. Afraid that her father would confront her
again, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Bill (her
father) walked slowly up to the bed ? she could hear his footsteps on
the hardwood floor ? and silently looked down at her. Jennifer?s eyelids
trembled as she tried to remain convincingly asleep, but she struggled
to open them just enough to see what her father might be doing. Her
eyelashes clouded her view but she could see the darkened form of her
father, standing beside her bed with his eyes down to her. Jessica?s
skin grew cold, and she became afraid. What did he want? Why was he
watching her? The girl?s heart skipped a beat when she saw her father
reach into his pajama pants and pull out his penis.
It was like nothing the little girl had seen before. When she was
younger, she would often get glimpses of the ?things? of little boys in
the neighborhood, but they were all small. Her father?s, however, was
large ? almost 8 inches in length, and covered with coarse, brown hairs
at the base.
Bill watched his daughter sleep. Thoughts raced through his head of his
wife, his job, his daughter, and everything that could possibly go
wrong. In the lingering effects of the alcohol hung like a mist in his
mind, and as he held his stiffening manhood in his hand, he desired the
comforting presence of a woman. He wanted a warm hole to push his desire
into. And if his wife had left him alone?. then the only other warm hole
in the house would have to do.
Slowly the covers lifted from Jennifer?s body, and the young girl?s mind
raced and her heart froze. Her nightie was still pulled up around her
waist, and her vagina was still wet with the glistening dew of
masturbation. Her father seemed to know this, she thought, because his
hand froze with the covers, and a quiet noise escaped his lips?one of
pleasant surprise.
Bill knew his daughter was a heavy sleeper, and it was all the better
for him. If what he?d found was any indication, his daughter had started
masturbating. The thought gave him an erection quickly, and his hand
rubbed the shaft slowly as his other hand moved to rub the wetness
between Jennifer?s legs. His fingers found her clitoris, and she jumped
slightly. Bill was drunk though, and the action didn?t mean much to him.
Besides, here he had a warm pussy to feel, and a full load to shoot. His
hand pumped the rigid shaft faster as a finger slid into the slimy hole
between his daughter?s legs.
Jennifer?s lip trembled and she wanted to cry, wanted to rush away but
she knew that if her father found her out, he hit her. Maybe even rape
her. She wanted this to end, and she tried her best to keep quiet and
still. Meanwhile, her father was lightly grunting, probing her sex and
fisting his cock. For ten minutes Jennifer cried in her mind while her
father probed, felt, and violated her. Suddenly she heard his moans grow
in volume, his finger digging inside her. It hurt, and his middle finger
was pressing and scraping at her hymen. Soon she felt a sensation on her
thighs. Thick ropes of cum shot out onto her thighs and stomach, her
father grunting with pleasure as the warm, salty fluid made marks upon
her young body. She cringed and weakly shuddered, disgusted that her
father had soiled her. The man still stood over her, watching her,
seeming somewhat pleased with the job he had done. Jennifer?s heart
raced, a flood of emotions running through her. Her skin was cold, her
head was hot, and the thick spots of cum on her naked thighs and stomach
her weakly warm and making her feel dirty. Not much more time passed
before Bill decided he was done and left the room without another thought.
Jennifer lay still and quiet for a long time, sobbing softly to herself
as the cum from her father?s orgasm dried on her bare skin. Her eyes
were damp with tears, and her chest and stomach shook lightly with her
crying. After many long minutes, she slowly got up and crept through the
hallway to the bathroom. As she passed her father?s room, she could hear
him snoring lightly. The sound repulsed her, no longer able to think of
her father as a good person. She quietly padded into the bathroom and
soaked a washcloth, rubbing vigorously at the dried semen that caked to
her bare thighs and vagina. After the cum was all gone she sniffed,
wiped her arm across her running nose, and stepped quickly back to her
room.
She couldn?t sleep. The scene from earlier that night replayed in her
mind again and again. The way her father grunted with pleasure. The way
he left without as much as a word or action. Could he feel so low about
her? To use her as a cum toy and leave. Jennifer was young and didn?t
understand the ways of sex like some of the older children at school,
but her father?s actions tonight were enough to make her realize he
would never be the same again. Her mother had still not returned. The
fighting over time between her parents had gotten worse. Life at home
just didn?t seem worth it to her anymore.
Maybe her mother was brave. Maybe it was good that she got away and
didn?t have to deal with daddy anymore. But to leave Jennifer behind
with her drunken, sex-starved father? Why? Jennifer couldn?t stand to
think of growing up with that man. She had to be brave too. She had to
run away. But where? And when?
The next night Jennifer sat in her room while her father watched TV and
drank downstairs. She had been alone all night, sitting on her bed and
running thoughts through her young mind. A decision couldn?t be harder
to make. She couldn?t stay with her father any longer, but where would
she go? She couldn?t think of anywhere. She couldn?t try to stay at a
friend?s house. She didn?t want to tell anyone about what her father had
done. It seemed Jennifer had nowhere to go. Her heart felt heavy and
afraid, but as the night went through and her father was again lying
down to sleep, she made up her mind. Busily she threw clothing and
personal items into a bag, intent on leaving the house before her father
realized she was leaving. At 11, she still wasn?t old enough to know the
layout of the town she lived in. Besides going to school nearby, the
only time she had been around much was in trips in the car. Her only
traveling experience included playing in the woods behind her house, or
venturing past them to the lake a few miles back. She was hoping
something would come along, something that would be safe. Her body was
tense with lingering fear of what would happen to her.
A few more hours passed as she sat in the darkness, a bag packed with
the things she thought she might need, and her hands cold and clammy
with nervousness. When she thought her father was in a deep enough
sleep, she quietly shouldered her backpack and crept through the halls.
Each creek of the floor made her heart feel heavy, and she would wait a
few moments to make sure she hadn?t woken him up. She had made her way
down the stairs and into the first floor hallway, and began quickening
her steps towards the door. She had to open and close it quietly. Even
though her dad was a heavy sleeper after drinking, she couldn?t take any
chances. As she made her way towards the door, a hand grabbed her from
behind. She shrieked and instinctively tensed, crying out as her father
pulled her back.
?And where do you think you?re going, little girl?? he said, his voice
heavy with the smell of booze. He hadn?t been asleep at all, but must
have come downstairs earlier in the night to drink. He must have seen
her as she passed the kitchen, too intent on escaping to see his figure
in the dim light. Bottle in hand, he practically dragged her into the
living room. After lightly tossing her small body towards the couch, he
flicked on the light and squinted lightly. His whole body smelled like
the stuff, and his eyes were heavy and frightening. Jennifer sobbed,
curled up on the couch, afraid to even look at him.
?So what was little Jennifer doing,? he slurred, reaching forward and
pulling her backpack from her shoulder, ?Running away? Trying to find
Mommy??
Jennifer sobbed louder, her face buried in the cloth cushion. Bill
breathed heavily and reached for the young girl, using his strong hands
to push her to her back as he undid his pants.
?I?ll teach you to run away from daddy. Now your gonna taste daddy?s big
cock.?
Jennifer held her eyes shut tight as she felt the engorged head of her
father?s manhood pressing against her tiny lips. Tears streamed her
face, her chest heaving with sobs and her lungs burning as she breathed
hard through her nose. She didn?t want that thing in her mouth. She
wanted to run far, far away. But her father?s overpowering push finally
broke her and soon she felt her lips spreading apart over the large, hot
head. She cried and tried to pull away, but his other hand held her head
firmly, fingers twisted in her silky, black tresses. His urging was
unable to resist. Slowly the thick shaft penetrated her young lips, her
mouth aching as it stretched as wide as it could, the swollen head of
her father?s penis poking hard at her throat. She cried harder, wailing
as tears filled her eyes, her body limp and surrendered to his evil
demands.
Bill moaned deeply as his young daughter?s mouth served as the warm hole
he?d been waiting for since his wife had left. Her sobbing served as a
further stimulant, too, her throat twitching with her cries, her lips
rubbing lightly as she choked back tears. He knew it wouldn?t be long
until he blew his thick load. His hips thrust back and forth, fucking
that tiny mouth and stretching those tiny lips to their limit.
Jennifer?s moans of sadness and pain vibrated against his vein-lined
shaft, her twitching tongue soaked the underside of his member. Over and
over his head pounded against her throat, and soon his balls were
tensing and emptying their load, his moans loud enough to echo through
the dark house.
Jennifer?s body tensed and her head jerked against his pressing hand as
she felt the warm and salty semen begin to flood her mouth. She had
never experienced anything like this. Her entire world seemed dark and
awful as sticky cum spilled along her teeth and pressed through the
miniscule space between her lips and his shaft, coating the thick rod
with a sticky sheen. She gagged, instinctively swallowing some but
trying hard not to. As breathing became harder and harder, she continue
to swallow small doses until her stomach felt sick, and her throat was
coated with salty cum. Soon, however, her father relented his spurting.
His hand unceremoniously pulled from her hair, his penis was yanked from
her mouth, and he drunkenly headed back to the kitchen to clean up and
finish his dwindling bottle.
Little Jennifer sobbed and coughed, too horrified to think of the semen
that covered her chin, lips, and that had dribbled down onto her
t-shirt. She weakly grabbed her backpack and made her way for the door.
Her father was only half-awake when she passed the kitchen, his orgasm
knocking whatever life he had in him out the door. He went to protest
but just couldn?t keep his mind straight. Jennifer wouldn?t care anyway.
The nimble young girl threw open the door and ran out into the night. It
was past midnight now and her neighborhood was quiet. Her sneaker-clad
feet pounded on the pavement as she ran down the dark street, her
father?s cum drying on her chin and chest, mingling with the tears that
poured from her soft eyes. Jennifer was free now, a free young girl in a
big world?
A hand wiped at her mouth to clean off the filth her father had left.
Her eyes dried as the wind pressed to her face. Young Jennifer was
determined to be happy again?and, if it was possible, to find her mother.
Part Two: Friends In Low Places (gg, implied Mg, pedo)
Jennifer sat on the ground of the bus terminal, her arms holding her
knees up to her chest and her backpack lying against the brick wall
beside her. She had been out of her house for five days now, and still
she hadn?t found a place to live or spend her life, and she hadn?t heard
or seen anything about where her mother might have ended up. Most of her
nights away from home were spent sleeping in alleys and behind buildings
? anywhere she felt relatively safe. On her second night she slept at a
friend?s house while her mother and father were out of town, and two
nights later she slept in an open, abandoned car that was parked in an
abandoned lot. Thankfully is was still early in the fall and the
temperature was still fairly cool, not cold.
Now she sat in the local bus terminal, watching the people go by and
wondering where she would go from here. She could try to sneak onto a
bus ? she didn?t have enough money for a ticket yet. She could try to
get someone to buy one for her. Or did she want to go that route at all?
She still had the sinking feeling in her stomach because of the whole
situation. The buses came and went all around her, pulling up to and
leaving from the large overhang that projected from the main building.
She sat under the overhang, her face nearly covered by her knees as the
soft wind blew through her black hair. Her dark eyes seemed lost as she
passively watched the buses and the passing people. Hours had passes
since she wandered to this spot and not a thing had happened yet.
Not much longer passed before her view was blocked by a pair of legs
that stepped up in front of her. When they didn?t move she slowly looked
up so see the face of a tall man with a tanned complexion looking down
at her. His hair was dark as well as his eyes, and he seemed
Mediterranean in descent. He looked at Jennifer with kind eyes that
almost seemed to laugh within themselves.
?Hi?are you waiting for someone?? he said, his form almost silhouetted
by the bright sunlight that seemed all the brighter outside the shadow
of the terminal overhang.
?Ummm?? Jennifer began, unsure of how to answer, ?Yes?I?m waiting for my
dad.? She lied, hoping to defend herself against any possible advances
he might try to make to a lonely young girl.
?I?m waiting for someone too?mind if I wait with you??
Jennifer wasn?t expecting that response, but she didn?t know what else
to say. She nodded slowly and the man leaned against the wall opposite
her bag. For a moment the two were silent, but the man broke that a few
moments after arriving.
?What?s your name?? he asked, looking down at the beautiful 11-year-old.
Jennifer continued looking ahead, thoughts racing through her mind of
stories she?d seen on the news about little girls being kidnapped and
raped and murdered. She was silent for a moment, then said quietly ?Meghan??
The man nodded and smiled. ?My name?s Gary. I?m waiting for my
daughter?she?s a little younger than you, I think. How old are you??
?Eleven.? Jennifer didn?t feel a need to lie about that much. Besides,
if the man really had a daughter, he couldn?t be that bad. He didn?t
seem like her own father.
The young girl and the man talked for what seemed like a long while. She
ended up telling him anyway about how she ran away from home and what
her father had done. He told her about his daughter and how pretty she
was and how she would probably like her. After a while Jennifer noticed
a young girl who looked to be no older than seven walking up the street
towards them. Gary smiled and opened his arms to her, and the little
girl ran up and hugged him tightly. Gary had said her name was Christy,
and he wasn?t kidding when he said how beautiful she was. At 4?9,
Christy was as beautiful as Jennifer could imagine a young girl.
Chestnut brown hair pulled back in a ponytail accented her similar brown
eyes. Tiny soft lips and creamy skin gave her face an angelic look, and
her tiny, baby-fat hinted body was desirable even to the young runaway.
Gary looked to Jennifer with an arm around his young daughter. ?If you
have nowhere to go maybe you can come with us?I?m sure Christy would
love getting to know you.?
Jennifer smiled and nodded. Maybe the kind man and his daughter could
get her mind off all of her recent troubles, and even offer her a decent
place to stay for a while until she could find her mother. She stood up
and slung her backpack over one shoulder, then followed Gary and Christy
as they walked down the street towards their home.
Jennifer entered the small apartment after her two hosts. The place was
dimly lit and not what some might consider very well off, expense-wise,
but it was cozy and she was glad to be in a place other than the
streets. Gary patted his little girl on her cute little rear and told
her to take Jennifer up to her room while he made snacks. The two girls
laughed and ran to Christy?s bedroom, closing the door behind them.
The bedroom was much smaller then Jenny?s old one, but she liked it a
lot. It was plain ? a small single bed with pink sheets and blankets, a
table with crayons and paper, some posters and a nightstand with a cheap
radio. They sat on the small but comfy bed and began to talk. As the
conversation went on, Jennifer began to wonder about Christ?s
relationship with her dad. It didn?t sound like any other father and
daughter Jenny knew, but they seemed to love each other a lot. Finally,
Christy said something that confirmed Jennifer?s suspicions.
?You know, Gary isn?t my real daddy?my real daddy died a long time ago
and my mommy stopped caring about me, so when I met Gary he let me live
with him. He loves me a lot and I love him.?
Jennifer envied the relationship the two had, and wished that her own
father was as kind. Christy continued, and surprised her guest even more.
?Gary says that we can move to a nicer place when I make enough money
for him.?
?Make money for him? How??
Christy smiled and bounced on the bed a little ?Gary lets men touch me
and play with me, and they pay us for it. It?s fun cause it feels really
good, and Gary always makes sure they treat me right.?
As the conversation deepened, it was apparent that Gary was selling out
Christy as a little child prostitute. Jennifer learned that Gary had
other such girls too, and that some lived with them and some lived with
their unknowing ? and in some cases knowing, parents.
Jennifer didn?t know what to think of all this. From what she knew of
sex, what her father had done to her, she didn?t like it much at all.
But Christy seemed to enjoy it a lot, and so did the other girls she said.
After a while the girls grew silent. Christy was now lying on her back
and slowly rubbing her tiny clit, her hand causing a bulge in the front
of her shorts. Jennifer didn?t know what to do. The situation was
awkward for her, having never been around a girl doing that before. But
in a way she enjoyed it, because she knew how good it felt when she did
it to herself. She was glad her new friend could experience it too. The
silence lasted another few minutes before Christy sat up and bounced a
little, a bright smile on her face as she placed a small hand on
Jennifer?s shoulder.
?Have you ever been with another girl before?? she asked, her eyes
filled with excitement.
?Another girl? I have been with some, friends and stuff?I never had too
many friends.?
This seemed to bring Christy to an even higher level of excitement.
Jennifer couldn?t understand it, but soon began to wonder at Christy?s
next question.
?Do you wanna be with me? Like, get with me??
?But ? I am with you.?
Christy giggled and stood up, starting to remove her t-shirt. Jennifer
just watched, unsure of what to do. Her friend shucked the pink shirt
and tossed it aside. ?But, you know, let?s fool around. Let?s have sex!?
?Sex??? Jennifer understood fairly well now. ?But?with you? I?I don?t
know?is it okay??
?Of course it?s okay. Me and Gary?s other girls do it all the time.?
Christy reached forward and began to pull Jennifer?s shirt up. Jenny
didn?t know what to do, but she didn?t want to offend her new friend.
Despite her nervousness, she began to take her shirt off, then followed
the seven-year-old?s lead and removed the rest of her clothing.
The two girls now sat naked on the soft bed, and Christy wasted no time
and crawled close to her friend, kissing her cheeks and pulling her
closer. Jennifer just sat there, images running through her mind of her
father and what he had done, and of things her friends had told her
about sex. But this was her friend?and not a drunken and strong man like
her father. And when touching herself, it felt wonderful. Despite her
experiences, she decided she would try this out?carefully.
Slowly she began to kiss the girl back, their lips meeting from time to
time when they were not all over the other?s cheeks. Soon Christy?s hand
found it?s way to Jennifer?s budding chest and was playing with her
pink, puffy nipples. The girl had never felt excitement like this
before. It wasn?t long before she couldn?t contain her curiosity and
lust for this new experience. She laid back at the control of her new
friend as her young, bare vaginal lips were spread by two tiny fingers
and Christy?s small pink tongue was dashing up and down along the pink
slit. Electricity seemed to course through her body and her stomach
shuddered and pulsed with quickened breath. Her eyes were wide open and
staring at the ceiling. The feeling of a tongue caressing and lapping at
her virgin sex was exhilarating, and she wished it would never end. So
it was such a surprise, then, when the licking suddenly stopped.
Jennifer?s head took a moment to clear before she realized why. Gary had
entered the room, and as she looked up she noticed little Christy
holding the man close as he knelt and kissed her quite passionately.
Jenny didn?t know what to think. The only other time she saw an older
man with a young girl was her father?raping her. As she watched the
?father and daughter? kissing now, she just looked away ? partly to give
them privacy, partly to try and forget her memories, and partly to hide
the growing blush on her creamy cheeks. Soon Gary was up and moving to
her. She caught it out of the corner of her eye and looked over just as
he knelt beside the bed in front of her.
?Hey Jennifer?looks like you and Christy are becoming good friends.?
Jennifer nodded lightly, not saying anything as she tried to cover her
blush by holding her head down. She was foiled, however, when Gary?s
hand came to her chin and raised her face. He looked into her big brown
eyes and smiled.
?You?re such a beautiful girl, Jennifer?Christy and I both think so.?
Jen looked past the older man at the younger girl by the door. Christy
stood there smiling, a hand back on her naked cunny, rubbing the small
clitoris that poked out. She then looked back to Gary, and nodded
slowly. Would this man try to have sex with her too? Would he try to
force and hurt her like her father had?
??well?? Gary?s question broke into her mind as images and questions
raced through. She blinked and focused on his eyes.
??w..what??
?I asked if you had anywhere to go. You ran away, right???
Jennifer nodded slowly. ?Are you going anywhere? Do you have somewhere
to go??
?I?m looking for my mom.? Jennifer?s mind was in two places at once.
While trying to focus on Gary and his questions, she couldn?t help but
think about what had taken place. Her father, her mother leaving, her
days spent on the streets, where she wanted to go.
?Well why don?t you stay with the girls and I? We can take care of you
until you find her.?
Jennifer?s eyes looked back into Gary?s. He seemed sincere?and Christy
was definitely a good friend so far. Maybe the other girls in Gary?s
care were just the same. She nodded silently, only half aware of the
response.
?Great! And as long as you stick with me, we can get you some good money
to help you find her.?
*88
Gary was always interested in getting new girls, and this beautiful girl
who he?d found at the Bus Terminal was looking to be a great catch. That
night as Jenny and Christy slept together in bed, he thought about her
beauty and how many men would love to have her for a night?and what of
her mother? Gary?s questions were nearly endless, and so ? to him, were
the possibilities.
Part Three: Jennifer Gets A Job (Mg, Drug Use, Pros, Pedo)
A week had passed since Jennifer had been taken in by Gary. In that time
she had met some of the other girls that Gary called ?His Own.? There
was Katie, a 12 year old girl who lived in the same building as Gary
that met him when she was 10. She lived with her parents, both of which
thought Gary was just a nice man willing to baby-sit Katie from time to
time and spend time with the girl. Katie was 5?2 with fiery red hair
that she kept long. Her breasts were a partially-developed 32a, and her
body was best described as ?a little extra? in the weight department ?
although she was far from overweight. Jennifer considered her especially
beautiful.
Gina was a tiny 5 year old, and was Gary?s niece. Her mother, Gary?s
younger sister, wanted nothing to do with the child and Gary opted to
take her in. She slept in Gary?s bed and was an adorable little girl
with a tiny blond ponytail and brown eyes. Whenever Jennifer would
wander around late at night, she would often see Gary laying in bed with
Gina nursing his thick penis between her lips. Gary adored the little
girl, and would often spend hours alone with her in his room, licking
between her legs or gently pushing his rigid, plump cock deeper into her
trained throat.
When Gina wasn?t with her Uncle, she was always tagging along with
Cynthia. Cynthia was a striking 6 year old with silky black hair and
dark eyes. She was half-Mexican, her mother being a native of the
country who moved to America when she was a teenager, and her father
being a coworker of her mother when she found work. The couple lived a
few floors above Gary in an apartment with their daughter. Emile, the
mother, had befriended Gary a few weeks after they moved into the
apartment. She was soon openly flirtatious to him, and not long after
Gary was invited to fuck Emile while Todd, her husband, watched. This
happened for a few months, and all the while Gary would have an eye on
Cynthia. He began lightly, but eventually he would suggest more and more
that Cynthia be allowed to watch as well. Her parents were nervous at
first, but soon Cynthia was allowed to watch the fucking as well. It
wasn?t long before the little girl joined in herself, with Todd lending
an eager helping hand to his wife and daughter. It was around this time
that Cynthia became one of Gary?s Girls as well, with the support of her
parents.
Only one more child was a part of this group before Jennifer arrived,
and it wasn?t a girl at all. Kyle, a 13 year-old runaway like Jennifer,
had met Gary through Katie when the girl had gone out shopping. She met
Kyle on the street and seduced him, bringing him back to Gary?s
apartment to fool around. When there, Gary took a liking to the boy and
proposed he stay around, much like he had offered Jennifer, so he could
take care of him. He soon convinced the boy to work for him, and the
young man was eager to work his body for cash ? to men or women.
Jennifer enjoyed all of these kids and would often spend time with them
while they weren?t out working. Sometimes she would even watch, since
regular customers would often come back to the apartment to fuck the
girls in a special room put aside for just that. The customers didn?t
seem to mind the extra set of eyes peeping on them. Normally they were
too enamored in the little cunnies that were sliding along their fat
pricks, or waving back and forth in front of their faces. It wasn?t long
though before they would go to Gary requesting a little fun with the new
girl. Gary would decline usually, saying that she still needed to work
herself up to it. After a while, however, the prospect of more money
coming in through the new girl became too much for him to pass up. It
was a Saturday evening when he approached Jennifer. She was sitting in
the living room watching TV, and he sat beside her, placing a familiar
hand on her soft, bare thigh right below her shorts.
?Jennifer, sweetheart, how are you feeling?? Asked Gary, smiling kindly
at the raven-haired beauty. Jennifer looked up at him with a smile. She
had gotten fairly close to Gary and his ?family? in the past week.
?I?m okay. What?s up??
Gary let his hand glide along the smooth, young skin of her thigh,
dipping between them as he watched his experienced digits manipulate the
angel-flesh. ?Well, you?ve been here a while now, and you?ve gotten to
see all the girls at work. You like watching them, right??
She nodded, still not quite sure where this was going.
?Well?you?ve learned a lot too. And whenever you play with the girls,
you do a wonderful job at pleasing them. Christy always tells me how
wonderful you make her feel?and how yummy your little pussy tastes.?
Jennifer blushed, nodding again and looking coyly towards the television
again. Gary continued.
?What do you think about getting some money of your own? I know you
could use some?you?d get a good share of any money you made at pleasing
our clients.?
?You mean?have sex with them?? Jennifer hadn?t even given much thought
to that yet. Sure, it had crossed her mind a few times. But she wasn?t
sure she could really do a good job?and besides, thinking of other men
like her father touching and hurting her was something she didn?t enjoy
at all.
?That?s right. And of course I would be there to watch the first few
times. At least until you developed some regulars. That way you could be
sure they wouldn?t hurt you.?
It would be nice if Gary would watch, she thought. She knew he loved his
girls, and always made sure no one hurt them. He even got violent with
one new customer when he tried to do too much to Katie. She didn?t want
to disappoint Gary either. He had taken her in, fed her, gotten her new
clothes, treated her wonderfully. If she said no, would he kick her out?
She didn?t want to be on the streets again.
?Okay,? she said at length, looking back up to and into his eyes, ?I
guess I could try??
The man smiled, standing and taking her hand. ?Wonderful. I have a man
waiting for you right now. He?s a regular and I know he won?t hurt you.
And I?ll be there with you just to make sure.?
She nodded again, taking his hand and following him into the ?sex room?
as the girls called it. The room had plenty of lights, all of them
controlled by switches that could dim each one to the likeness of the
client. There was a large bed with soft red sheets, a nightstand that
held a clock/timer (for payments made for time limits) and several sex
toys and fresh condoms in it?s single drawer. Their was a closet with
outfits ranging from bikinis to schoolgirl uniforms to fishnets,
whatever the customer desired his young girl to wear. There was a video
camera on a tripod in one corner. Sometimes Gary liked to film the girls
in action, other times the clients paid extra to have their own reminder
of the money they spent. Gary only allowed this with regulars, and even
then he took many precautions to protect identities. Other a single,
comfortable chair in one corner that Gary usually used to watch the
girls, the room was bare. She entered the room not knowing what to
expect, but once inside she recognized the man that had obviously payed
for her. She didn?t know his name but he came once every couple of
weeks, usually taking Katie or Christy into the room with him. She had
never actually watched the girls have sex with this man, so she didn?t
know what to expect from him.
?Hi Jennifer?I?m Greg.? Said the man. He seemed nice enough?but so had
Jen?s father.
?Hi? replied the young girl quietly, looking back up to Gary.
Gary nodded and let go of Jennifer?s hand. He made his way to his chair
and sat, crossing one leg as Greg moved towards Jennifer. The man?s
large hands took light hold of her sides as he looked down to her. The
girl jumped slightly, having only felt such a touch once before, but she
tried hard not to let that come to mind. She had to be good for both
Greg and Gary if she wanted to stay there, she thought. She looked up at
the man, a broad smile on his face at the sight of this new, unused
preteen. Having been a client of Gary?s for well over a year, he knew
the terms; Go as far as you want without hurting the girl, stop whenever
she says stop, and use a condom if they?re over ten years old. Looking
into the girls eyes, she spoke lightly, assuringly.
?Don?t worry Jennifer. Gary knows I?m gentle with his girls. You?ll be
just fine.?
Jennifer nodded, and moved to the bed with a large, firm hand on her
rear. She sat on the end and removed her shirt, following the rhythm she
had seen the other girls take, revealing her smooth, half-tennis ball
breasts. Gary had his own shirt off at this point, and he sat beside her
and picked her up, setting her onto his lap with her knees bent at
either side of his thighs, her small tits pouting out before his face.
One hand moved up her back to steady her as his lips enclosed one puffy
nipple, rolling his tongue around the tiny nub and taking the whole of
her premature mound into his mouth. This drew a startled moan from the
girl, partly because she had never experienced such a sensation, partly
because this man was being so gentle.
Drawing his mouth from her nubile form with a light slurp, the man
looked up into her eyes.
?That?a girl. Relax, get nice and comfy.?
With this, he lifted her from his lap and onto the mattress, laying her
on her back so he could crawl atop her and suckle the other nipple, his
thumb and forefinger tugging at the saliva-moist left one. Jennifer
lazily lolled her head towards Gary, eyes half-closed as the experience
sent pangs of ecstasy through her prepubescent body. The man just smiled
at her, nodding his head as if to allow her to accept it. But the girl
already had, lost in a haze of newfound sensation and girlish wonder. As
if on their own accord, her soft hands moved up into his hair to press
his mouth further into her chest, a tiny mewling emitting from her lips.
To her disappointment, Greg drew his lips from the now-stiff bud to
stand again and tug down his jeans, the underwear falling with them to
reveal a half-flaccid penis. The wiry, thick growth of pubic hair around
the base did nothing to detract from the obvious length. The fleshy
shaft was 5 inches now, but Jennifer had seen an erect penis before and
she knew only more was to come.
The man crawled back onto the bed and began kissing down Jennifer?s
chest and across her stomach. The muscles under her smooth flesh jumped,
and a quick breath sucked into her lungs. The feeling was amazing,
fantastic, like nothing she?d ever experienced. Of their own accord, her
tiny, soft hands slipped into Greg?s thick, graying hair. As his lips
bordered the waistline of her shorts. His hands left her prepubescent
mounds, causing her to shiver at the sudden loss of soft heat. Lightly
working at her zipper, the man undid her shorts and slid them down,
forefingers hooking her violet panties along with them. Slowly the skin
came into view. First it was the gentle bulge of her hips. Then the
softening, puffy skin above her mons. Greg breathed harder, nearly
matching Jennifer?s pace as her young mind raced with excitement,
desire, and fear. Soon the tiny, peach-fuzz slit came into view, and
before long the shorts joined their shirts on the floor, leaving
Jennifer nude and completely at the older man?s whim.
The eleven year-old?s piercing moan broke the erotic silence of the room
once Greg?s lips surrounded her tiny vagina. Her back arched and her
tiny ass lifted from the bed, pressing into his face as the sensation
arced through her nerves. Her feet slid and grasped along the sheets,
attempting to keep balance, but as Greg?s skilled hands moved to hold
her hips, she let out a deep breath and her body went limp, head rolling
towards Gary again. The watching man had his seven-inch penis released
from his jeans, the thick, stiff shaft only a blur between the quick,
pumping fist. All the while his eyes remained directly on Jennifer,
pride for his new girl mixed with lust and desire.
Jennifer could barely sort things through. Aside from the jolting
pleasure that coursed through her like blood at the prompting of Greg?s
skillful tongue, which was now working hungrily up and down the virgin,
pink rose-colored canyon between her puffy labia, she was juggling the
dozens of emotions in her brain. Desire, lust, confusion, excitement,
wonder, the joy of forbidden art and love. She could barely contain
herself, and then came the point when her containment would break.
Greg?s tongue finally dipped into the dew-lined sheath of her virgin
flower, triggering Jennifer?s very first orgasm.
Young juice seeped like sweat through her inner walls, serving to
salivate over Greg?s tongue. Her back arched and her eyes clenched
tight, young moans coming out in ragged, gasping breaths. Greg held the
young girl?s hips tight, burying his face between her smooth thighs to
taste her orgasm. When finally the experience died down, Greg sat up
between her legs.
?How was that Jennifer? You like that??
The drowsy-eyed girl nodded, looking over to Gary to make sure he was
happy with her. He seemed happy enough, one fist still around his
shrinking cock, a mess of thick semen splattered on his hand and
dribbling down the bulging head. There wasn?t time enough to react
before Jennifer felt her insides clench and drool again, this time
around an invading finger. Jen?s brown eyes watched helplessly as the
slick finger pushed into her, massaging the pink-red walls inside. She
mewed gently, lightly grabbing his wrist and assisting, pushing the
digit deeper inside. It burned ? oh, how it burned. But Jennifer needed
it. It was as if her baby kitten was controlling her whole body,
commanding little Jennifer to stuff more inside. The single finger
served to ride her through a second orgasm in a matter of minutes,
coating the mini-penis in her girlish honey once more.
Greg was as horny as girl-lovers came, but he had a deal with Gary that
he wouldn?t go further than this. It being Jennifer?s first time, Gary
knew to loosen her up over time, and fingering was the farthest this
session would go. But Greg didn?t mind this. If anything he was patient,
and had already paid in advance for a session to take her virginity. But
he wouldn?t leave without rubbing one out, and he wasn?t about to go do
that himself.
?Jennifer, sweetie. Come, take this in your hand.?
Jennifer opened her eyes to see a thick, swollen penis hanging over her
face. Without further questioning for fear of reprimanding, she wrapped
her hand around the pudgy shaft ? or as much of it as she could. Greg
was breathing harder, and the little girl needed no prompting. She had
seen the other girls do this before, her hand pumping along the shaft as
she had watched Katie, Christy, and even Kyle do. In fact, she?d seen
all the girls do it. Gina and Cynthia often did it to Gary as well. It
made her happy to know that Greg was enjoying this. His thick, heavy
moans served only to make her hand slide quicker along the veiny,
pulsing prick. One of his hands moved back to feel the silky threads of
her hair, running through her ponytail. She remembered her father doing
this, then remembered his thick, bulging cock in her own mouth and the
vile, incestuous semen he shot into her mouth. It was as if the sexual,
desire-induced trance she was in broke into a million pieces. Just as
she was about to pull back and let go of the cock, a thick stream of
pent-up semen shot in an arc onto her chin. She gasped, falling back
onto the pillow. Assuming it was surprise from his sudden orgasm, Greg
just picked up the shaft into his own hand and resumed pumping along. He
grunted and cursed in pleasure as each sticky rope flew from the tip.
Jennifer was nearly sobbing as the emotions assaulted her, and the semen
dashed across her plump, budding breasts and her neck. The final
dribbles pooled on her stomach, sliding along the skin as it rose and
fell with her heavy breathing. Greg smiled down at her kindly as he
reached for a nearby rag, wiping the mess from his shrinking cock as he
looked at the soiled girl admiringly. He?d definitely have to be here to
take her virginity next time. Jennifer merely panted and watched as Gary
and Greg talked in the corner, then Greg got dressed and said his
goodbyes, winking at her before leaving.
That night Jennifer kept to herself, thinking about her dad, her
situation, and her new ?family.? She tried constantly to separate her
current situation from the rape she experienced just before leaving
home, but how hard it was when the abuse had been her only sexual
experience up until that time.
Now she sat in the dark living room, looking down the hallway into the
kitchen where Gary sat at the kitchen table with Gina, Kyle, and
Christy. Gary was grinning and tickling the kids, joking around with
them, and they seemed to be enjoying it a lot. Now and then Gary would
lean down into the table and put a tube in his nose, sniffing up stuff
from the table top. Even Kyle and Christy did it once or twice. Gary
wouldn?t let Gina try.
What were they doing? Jennifer noticed it now and then. Noticed the
funny things they smoked sweet-smelling green stuff from. Saw the sugary
sniff-powder in tiny bags in Gary?s room. Then she saw something else.
It was Gary, smiling at her and beckoning her to the kitchen. Slowly she
stood from the couch and padded barefoot in her nighty towards the
girls, Gary, and the sugar powder.
To be continued in Part Four: ?Substances?
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