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“How goes the lawn mowing?” he asked, and I blushed deeply and turned away.
“Fine,” I told my Dad, hoping my voice sounded normal. My hands were shaking so I gripped the mower tightly and focused on getting it into the garage.
“Ya? How much did he pay you?” he asked. He was meticulously hand-sanding an old dresser he bought at a garage sale and was refinishing. His attention was mostly on his work and I looked to make a quick getaway.
“Ten bucks,” I told him, pushing the mower into the corner and making a b-line for the door. “Cheapskate,” my Dad muttered.
He couldn’t stand Mr. Kerns because he was only thirty-eight and he paid people to mow his lawn. “Put your useless daughters to work, at least,” my Dad was fond of saying when he was ranting about the Kernss. They had two girls, Lizzy and Stacy. Lizzy was older and Stacy was thirteen, like me. But unlike me, her Dad didn’t believe in “The Work Ethic. ”
“If you’re old enough to be asking for money, you’re old enough to be earning it,” was one of my Dad’s favorite sayings. I’d been asking for a lot of money ever since my thirteenth birthday.
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I don’t know why, but I think it had something to do with puberty and the fact that my friends and I all of a sudden had boobs and butts, and everyone seemed to notice, especially the boys. And the thing was, my friends and I really liked that the boys were noticing us, so we liked to be out where they could see us. That usually meant the mall, which also meant that we needed money, because if you’re at the mall all day, you need to eat and maybe see a movie or something.
My Dad’s patience was wearing thin with my “Please, Daddy! Please!” routine every weekend, crawling up into his lap and begging for twenty-dollars. It finally wore through when I dropped my new Envy cell phone into the toilette at school because my friend Becky was messing around. The fact that I wasn’t even supposed to have it at school didn’t help matters.
“You want a new phone, you can buy it yourself,” was my Dad’s firm and final response. He didn’t even get that upset, really. I think he was just happy to have a reason to impose his “Work Ethic” on me.
“I’m not even old enough to get a job,” I argued, but I knew it was a waist of time. My stupid brother, Kevin, had been mowing lawns since he was twelve. He was sixteen now and got a real job bussing tables and washing dishes at a steakhouse after school.
“You can take over your brother’s lawn mowing jobs,” Dad said.
“But I’m a girl!” I cried. He wasn’t buying that one either.
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My Dad was all about equality. Just ask my sister. Kelly started babysitting when she was twelve and now she was working as a receptionist while she was at college.
“It’ll make you appreciate school more,” was my Dad’s response to her complaints.
“So you think you’ll be able to handle this job then?” my Dad asked. I paused with my hand on the doorknob. There was a sound in his voice that caught me by surprise. Was it concern? It sounded as if he was offering me an out. I looked back at him and saw that he had stopped sanding his dresser and was looking at me. I knew right then that if I worked up some tears and said it was horrible and I hated it, he would let me quit.
“Ya, I can handle it,” I heard myself saying and I could feel my heart thumping in my chest.
“That’s my girl,” he said, and I left him smiling proudly there in the garage.
I closed my bedroom door behind me and stood there for a moment taking deep breaths and trying to slow my heart rate. Mom was at the grocery store and Kevin was working, but still I wished my door had a lock on it. I pushed open my window and listened.
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I could hear Dad down in the garage sanding away, so I reached into the front pocket of my cut-off jeans and pulled out the wad of bills. I smoothed them out and turned them all in the same direction with the guy facing up. Then I counted them out onto my bed, “Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, one hundred, one hundred-twenty, and one hundred and thirty dollars. ”
“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing spending your Saturday mowing lawns?” Mr. Kerns had asked when I showed up with my mower. “I’d have to chain Stacy and Lizzy to the wall to keep them home on the weekends,” he told me, “They’re off chasing boys at the mall or something. ”
I explained to him about my cell phone and Becky and the toilette at school and how my Dad believed in “The Work Ethic. ”
“Work ethic?” Mr. Kerns sneered, “You’ve got your whole adult like to spend working. You’re a teenager, you should be having fun. ” I agreed with him, but my Dad did not. And so, I started the mower and Mr. Kerns let me get to my work.
It was a big yard but pretty flat and even, so I didn’t have too much trouble. At first, Mr.
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Kerns stood out on his deck and watched me, which made me nervous. My brother said he was really picky and would come out and inspect after he finished and sometimes made him do parts of the lawn over again. But after a while, he picked up his cell phone and went inside and left me alone.
It didn’t take me long to finish, only, like, half-an-hour, mostly because Mr. James next door came out and started mowing his lawn, too. He was a nice old man and would smile and wave to me each time we made a lap with the mower. I kind of turned it into a race and tried to finish before him. He was still mowing when I pushed the mower to the front of the house. He gave me one last wave when I went inside to find Mr. Kerns.
The door from the deck was open and I went in. “Mr. Kerns,” I called but with the door open behind me and Mr. James’ lawn mower going I probably needed to yell for him to hear me. I didn’t want to yell.
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Sitting on the kitchen counter was a ten-dollar bill. I guessed it was for me so I crossed the room to pick it up. It was in my hand and I was about to call out for Mr. Kerns again when movement out the corner of my eye caught my attention. Around the corner I could see the back of a chair and just a bit of Mr. Kerns’s shoulder.
“I’m all done, Mr. Kerns,” I said stepping around the corner. “Hunh!” I gasped and jumped back. The ten-dollar bill slipped from my hand.
“Oh shit!” Mr. Kerns cried and he jumped up from the chair and tried to cover himself. It was too late. I had seen it all.
In the second before he was aware of my presence, Mr.
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Kerns had been sitting in a chair. He was kind of slunk down so his butt was at the edge of the seat and his legs were spread out in front of him. He had just gotten out of the shower, I guessed, because his hair was wet and all he was wearing was a white bath towel wrapped around his waist. It was knotted just below his stomach, but the front was spread open like his legs and his hard cock was jutting up from between the fuzzy terry cloth. He had a tight grip on his cock and was pumping it up and down.
The chair was pushed back from the desk, out of reach from the mouse, and Mr. Kerns suffered a moment of indecision as he jumped to his feet. At first he tried to cover his hard-on, which was still jutting out from the opening in the towel. “Oh, fuck ya!” the young brunette on the computer screen cried out before jamming the cock back into her mouth. Mr. Kerns suddenly forgot about the towel and lunged for the mouse, until the knot slipped and he was reaching for his ankles to cover his now completely naked body. I just stood there, frozen to the spot with my mouth hanging open unable to tear my eyes away from his exposed cock.
Mr. Kerns grabbed the towel, stood up, and wrapped it tightly around his waist, his hands gripping the front just above the tent his erection was causing. For a second he tried to compose himself.
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“Suck it, Baby!” demanded the man whose cock was sliding in and out of the girl’s mouth on the computer. Mr. Kerns slapped the mouse and the image on the screen froze with the girl’s outstretched tongue inches from the tip of the cock and a strand of spit dangling between them. The towel slipped again, Mr. Kerns’s cock popped free again, and again he struggled to stuff it back under wraps.
“I thought you were still mowing the lawn,” he gasped, and there was almost a tone of accusation in his voice. “The mower’s still running,” he added, defending himself as I stood there shaking my head.
“Mr. James is mowing…” I started and pointed lamely towards the back yard. “I’m sorry…” I stammered and turned to flee.
“No, wait!” he cried and I stopped like any child obeying an adult. “Katie, I’m sorry,” he said, “I am so sorry. I never meant for you to see…” He seemed stuck and so started over. “I’m really sorry, Katie. ”
I stood there looking at my grass stained Keds and nodding.
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“It’s okay,” I told him with no other words coming to mind.
“I was taking a shower…” he told me, and I listened as he explained how he got a call from the office and had to get online to check an e-mail and a friend had sent him this link and he clicked it and there was this video and I was mowing the lawn and he was… well… and his wife and kids weren’t home and he was… you know… and I was mowing the lawn still and,,,
“It’s okay,” I mumbled again and again turned to leave.
“Wait, you forgot your ten-bucks,” he said and he stooped and snatched the bill I dropped off the floor. “Oh, ya,” I said stepping toward him with my shaking hand out.
“Hold on,” he said, and he turned from me to the desk. He slid open a drawer and pulled out his wallet. “Listen, here’s another twenty,” he said pulling a bill from the wallet and adding it to the ten. “I’m really sorry about this, Katie,” and he offered me the bills.
“It’s okay,” I told him, taking the money, my eyes still on my Keds, “Thanks, Mr. Kerns. ” I looked at the twenty and the ten together in my hand and a nervous but appreciative smile turned the corners of my lips up.
“Katie,” he said, taking a step towards me, “I would be really embarrassed if anyone found out about this…” His voice was soft and conspiratorial, just barely above a whisper. “If there’s anyway we could keep this just between you and me,” he went on, “I’d really be grateful. ”
I looked at the thirty-dollars stuffed in my hand and felt a wave of relaxation drift through my nerves. “It’s okay,” I told him again, like a stuck record, “I won’t tell anyone, Mr.
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Kerns. ”
“Ya?” he asked, a big grin spreading across his face.
“Ya,” I assured him.
“Thank you, Katie,” he said and he suddenly took my hand in his, the one that was holding the money. “Really, thank you so much,” and he let out a huge breath.
“It’s okay. ”
“Good,” he laughed with a sigh of relief, “I mean, you know what it’s like, right? You’re a teenage girl. To be stuck in a house full of people and you just want a little bit of privacy. ”
I did know what it was like and tried not to think of the number of times I’d masturbated in the shower with the hand held sprayer. I blushed and nodded, my eyes on his hand holding my hand holding the cash.
“See, right?” he said, and he was talking faster, his voice a little higher. “And I’m sure it’s not like you’ve never seen this kind of thing before. ” He motioned towards the computer screen with the wallet where the girl was still frozen with a string of saliva connecting her to the cock. My heart did a little dance in my chest and I blushed even deeper.
“I know my girls have seen just about everything there is to see on the Internet,” he continued and I couldn’t help but give a little knowing smile as he laughed.
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Stacy and I didn’t hang out together, I thought she was kind of stuck-up, but I knew, like everyone else at school, that she’d been giving blowjobs since the seventh grade. And I also heard my brother tell his friend that one time when he was over here mowing the lawn, Lizzy gave him a blowjob. I thought he was lying to impress his friend but as I looked at the girl on the computer sucking cock, I started to think maybe it was true. I wondered if Mr. Kerns knew just how slutty his daughters were.
My parents had passwords set up to keep us off the naughty sites on our computer at home, but Becky’s parents weren’t bothered and we watched videos like the one Mr. Kerns was watching all the time. Obviously he didn’t have passwords set up to protect his daughters either. “It’s everywhere,” he explained, “you can’t avoid it. ”
“Ya,” I agreed in my small nervous voice.
“And I’m sure a gorgeous girl like you has a boyfriend,” he smiled, “So I bet this isn’t even the first time you’ve seen a guy’s hard cock all naked like mine was, is it?” He still had my hand in his and his other hand was gripping his wallet. My eyes drifted down and I could see that his cock was still hard and tenting the front of the towel. My head was kind of spinning. Did he just say cock?
“Ya,” I heard myself answer. Wait! What? It wasn’t true.
I didn’t actually have a boyfriend, and although I had made out with a few boys at school, and even let Shane Conners feel my boob over my shirt, I had never seen a real life naked hard-on, until now. I put my hand on Shane’s thigh but I was too scared to actually touch it, even through his jeans.
The weird thing was, I wasn’t really scared talking to Mr. Kerns, even though he was in a towel and holding my hand after I just caught him jerking off. I was just confused. I couldn’t wrap my head around what was happening and why he was telling me all this.
“Ya,” he repeated my wrong answer back to me and paused as if we had both just reached a major understanding. “Girls your age are just a lot more mature these days. I found Stacy’s cell phone the other day and she’s got pics on there of her giving some boy at school a blowjob. ”
My mouth dropped open. Oh my God! He did know what a slut his daughter was, and I couldn’t believe he just told me that. And, I was kind of also wondering who the boy was in the pics with Stacy.
“I could have gotten all pissed off,” he said, “ but it’s just sex, right?” I just stared up at him in bewildered awe. “As long as she’s being safe, there’s no real harm in it, right? I don’t think girls even knew what a blowjob was when I was your age. Ya, you girls grow up pretty fast these days.
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“I guess so,” was all I could thing to say.
“So, I haven’t scarred you for life then? From you seeing me like that?” he asked finally letting go of my hand and suddenly sounding like a concerned father.
“No,” I told him, and not knowing what else to say I repeated, “It’s okay. ” I gripped the money in my hand and was ready to leave.
“Good,” he said, his voice filled with relief. Then he nodded at the bills in my hand, “And look at that, you made thirty bucks. That’s three times what you made mowing the lawn and all you had to do was walk in on me. ” He laughed and I forced a giggle, blushing at the same time.
“Well, I’m glad I could get you closer to getting a new phone,” he said, “even though it was a little embarrassing for both of us. ”
“Ya,” I agreed and we both laughed again.
“How many more lawns will you need to mow until you can afford a new phone?” he asked.
“Probably, like, fifteen or twenty,” I sighed.
“That kind of sucks,” he said and I agreed. “Well, like I said, I really appreciate you keeping this our secret, and if there’s any way I can help you out just let me know. ”
I couldn’t think of anyway he could help me.
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I couldn’t think of much at all. It felt like my brain was kind of stuck. “Okay, Mr. Kerns,” I said, “I’ll see ya. Thanks. ” I turned and headed for the door.
“Katie,” he called. I stopped at the door. “You know, I just thought of another job I need done if you’re interested in earning another twenty bucks,” he said standing there in his towel with his hard-on tenting the front and waving his wallet at me. I could feel a cool breeze from the open door caressing my bare legs and the ragged hems of my cut-offs tickling my thighs.
“Um, sure,” I said shrugging my shoulders, “What’s the job?”
“Well,” he started slowly, “You know what I was doing when you came in?”
“Um…” I said. I was kind of thinking he was going to ask me to clean out his garage, but this didn’t sound like that.
“You know the video I was watching? And how people like to watch those videos online?”
“Um…”
“Well, something else people like, you know, like watching those videos, is for other people to watch them while they…” he paused, looking at me cautiously to see if I was understanding, “…do what I was doing. ”
“Um…”
“I thought I could give you another twenty and you could just watch while I finished up what I was doing when you came in. ”
“Um…”
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And it’ll be our little secret and nobody would have to know. ”
“Um…”
“Here, I’ll give you another twenty-dollars,” he said stepping towards me and pulling the twenty from his wallet. “That’s fifty-dollars you’ve made today, and all you have to do is sit and watch me. ” I watched as he tucked the twenty into my hand with the other bills, “No one will ever know,” he whispered.
He turned the big, comfy chair in the living room around so it faced the computer desk. Then he moved over to the chair he was in when I caught him, giving me plenty of space. “Make yourself comfortable,” He said and I moved on rubbery legs and plopped myself down in the cushy seat.
“Do you want anything to drink?” he asked. He was standing next to his chair looking down at me. I was about ten feet away but I felt like he was really close. He still had a tent in the front of his towel but he had put the wallet down on the desk and now he was slowly massaging his cock through the terry cloth. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
“No thanks,” I answered politely, my voice barely audible but my head shaking from side to side.
“All right then, if you’re ready…” he waited until I nodded yes, then he untucked the towel at his waist. For a second the towel was hanging from his hard-on, then it dropped to the floor and his cock bounced up and slapped his belly.
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My eyes were wide and my pulse raced. I shifted in the chair, my thighs pressed tightly together and my hands gripping the money tightly in my lap.
“Okay,” he said with a nervous smile and Mr. Kerns grabbed his cock and slid his thumb over the tip. A moment passed and he just stood there staring at me, his hand milking the end of his cock. I reminded myself to keep breathing.
“Okay,” he repeated, and he reached across and flicked the mouse.
“Suck that cock, Baby!” the man on the monitor commanded and the young brunette obeyed. I blushed. I could barely see the screen but the slurping sounds and the moaning let me know what was happening. My attention was on Mr. Kerns.
He turned the chair at an angle so it was partially facing the monitor and partially facing me. He sat down, again slouching low in the chair so that his butt was on the edge of the seat and his legs were spread out in front of him.
“Can you see?” he asked, and he leaned forward and turned the monitor in my direction.
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The video was a small rectangle until he clicked the mouse and the image filled the screen. “How’s that?” he asked, sitting back in the chair.
“Good,” I muttered, and I watched the faceless man’s cock disappear into the girl’s mouth. I expected Mr. Kerns to jerk his cock hard the way I’d seen boys do it online but instead he was kind of kneading and tugging at his fleshy ball sack with one hand and slowly massaging the tip of his cock with the other. He gave the video a quick glance every now and then when the girl would offer up a particularly loud moan, but mainly he watched me. I couldn’t look him in the eye so I spread my attention between the screen and his sensual self-massage.
“Do you ever wear your hair like that, Katie?” he asked nodding at the video. The brunette had her hair done up in pigtails. Mine was in a ponytail with the bangs and sides hanging forwards, but as I looked at the screen, it occurred to me that the girl kind of looked like me. She had the same dark, shoulder-length hair anyway. She was also slender and petite, like me, except that she had a tattoo on her arm and on her lower back.
“Sometimes,” I answered him. The weird situation seemed weirder when he talked to me. Watching him was kind of like watching porn online, except that he was watching me too and asking me questions.
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It reminded me of the time Becky and I were online and found a website that had chat rooms. Some pervy guy wanted to know if we had a cam and if we wanted to watch him jerk off. We did the cyber equivalent of slamming the door in his face and nearly fell out of our chairs laughing.
I wasn’t laughing at Mr. Kerns, though. I was shifting in my chair, and when I squeezed my thighs together I could feel the pressure on my clitty and my face flushing red.
“Do you like watching porn?” he asked, and he slowly twisted his hand in a rhythmic motion around the top of his cock. It was mesmerizing.
“Um, I don’t know…” I shrugged and thought of the collection of porn my Dad kept in the bottom drawer of his tool chest in the garage. I found where he hid the key and on the few occasions that I had the house to myself, I snuck them out and watched them on the DVD player in my room. That was my own little secret, something I never even shared with Becky.
“You don’t know?” he teased, “Come on, you must go searching online for stuff. ” I told him that my parents had our computer password protected. “They’re pretty strict, huh?” he asked and I assured him they were. “What do you think they’d say if they saw you here now, watching me?” he laughed, but then quickly told me not to worry when I mentioned murder and my face went white with fear.
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“This is our little secret,” he reminded me.
“What if your wife comes home?” I asked, the thought suddenly striking me with a jolt of terror. But he assured me she wouldn’t be home until the evening. I started to relax again, and then…
“Have you ever seen your parents fuck?” he asked and my vanishing fear quickly turned to shock. He laughed at the expression on my face. “What?” he exclaimed, “It’s a common thing. Most kids have walked in on their parents fucking or spied on them doing it. I know my girls have seen my wife and me fucking. But not you, huh?”
“No,” I gasped, and he continued manipulating his cock as he interrogated me. My head was swimming again. I had never talked about sex with anyone before the way he did, saying fuck all the time, and now he was talking about my parents.
“Wow,” he said smiling and shifting towards me in his chair, having all but forgotten about the video. “Well, the word around the neighborhood is that your Dad has a huge cock,” he blurted out, “Is that true?”
My jaw dropped open. He laughed and I knew he was having fun shocking me. “Shut up,” I told him and he teased me some more, pushing for an answer.
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“I don’t know, shut up,” I told him and was surprised to here the flirty tone in my voice that I used with boys at school who teased me.
“I guess you don’t want to be thinking about your Dad’s cock while your watching me stroke mine, huh?” he said and I blushed again hearing him say out loud what we were actually doing.
“Well, what do you think of mine?” he asked after I told him I didn’t want to talk about my Dad’s cock. “It’s probably not as big as your Dad’s but I bet it’s bigger than those boys you play around with at school, huh?” he gripped the base and wagged it playfully at me.
“I don’t know,” I blushed, and I didn’t. I hadn’t seen either my Dad’s or any of the boys at school. But for the first time, I actually noticed Mr. Kerns. I mean, before I was just thinking he was old and that was it, but he was okay looking, I guess. He wasn’t fat or gross or anything. He was kind of tall and thin and he had hair on his chest, which was weird, because my Dad didn’t have any hair on his chest. As for his cock, I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t tell if it was big or small, and it kind of scared me and excited me at the same time.
“Well, I’m glad you wanted to do this, Katie,” he said, and the mocking tone vanished from his voice. “I love that your sitting there, watching me stroke my cock,” he added, so direct and vulgar.
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“Are you having fun?” he asked.
“I guess,” I muttered. Fun didn’t seem like the right word, but whatever the right word was, I wanted to believe that my true answer would be no. I wanted to believe that I was just doing this for the money clutched in my fist. I wanted to believe that, but the muscles in my thighs tightened, I shifted in the comfy chair, and my aching clitty told me I was a liar.
“Good,” he said and a half a smile moved across his face. “It’s not a bad way to make fifty bucks, is it?” he asked.
“No,” I answered, looking down at the bills in my hand, “not too bad. ” I smiled at him.
“God, you are so beautiful, Katie,” Mr. Kerns said taking a deep breath. He slid his hand to the base of his cock, holding out from his body and pumping it once, then again.
“Thank you,” I breathed. My mouth was dry and my tongue poked forward to wet my lips.
“You know, the truth is, I watched you out there, mowing the lawn in your little cut-off shorts, and that’s why I came in here to jack off,” he said.
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His voice was low but firm, his hand was moving steadily up and down his prick. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he asked.
I couldn’t think of how to respond, so I just stared at his pumping fist, my mouth slightly open, my lungs slightly short of breath. For a long moment we both said nothing and the moaning and slurping sounds from the computer seemed to be coming from very far away.
“Katie, do you wanna make another twenty bucks?” he asked breaking the silence.
“Um…”
“I would love to feel your hand on my cock, Katie,” he said, his pleading voice somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a groan of pain.
“Um…”
“That’s seventy dollars, Katie,” he said, “just to do something your boyfriend makes you do for free. ”
“Um…” I shifted in the cushy chair and my panties were wet between my tightly clenched thighs.
“Here,” he said, and he slid the chair up to the desk and picked up his wallet again. He pulled out another twenty and held it in his outstretched hand. The man in the video was holding the girl by her pigtails and fucking her face with his cock.
It felt like I was walking on a trampoline as I drew closer to the naked man and his hard-on. I was about to reach for the twenty when he sat back in the chair, spread his legs, and wrapped the twenty-dollar bill around his cock. I giggled. I couldn’t help it.
“Here, Baby,” he said pointing his gift-wrapped cock at me. I smiled. I liked that he called me, Baby. With his toe he caught the towel on the floor and slid it between his legs at the foot of the chair. I knelt down, resting my bare knees on the soft, damp terry cloth.
His cock was right there. I had never seen or touched a real one, and there it was, within my reach. At first I sat back on my heals between his spread thighs like I was in a newly painted room and trying not to touch the wet walls, but then I took a deep breath and brought my hands up. They shook as I rested them on his naked thighs. I was still clutching the bills in my left hand and he smiled and wagged his cash encased cock at me.
Oh my God! My heart pounded and my hand inched forward along his thigh. His fleshy balls were hanging down between his legs and reminded me of the leather pouch my Dad had on his tool-belt when he worked in the garage.
I poked out my thumb and forefinger on the hand gripping the bills and caught the edge of the twenty. His hand was still gripping the base of his cock and his thumb held the twenty in place. He lifted his thumb and I pulled and watched the bill unwrap and reveal his hard tool.
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I crumpled the twenty into my hand with the other bills and for a moment just stared at his naked cock, my elbows resting on top of his thighs.
I had seen hard-ons in videos before, but for some reason I thought it would be different. I thought it would be kind of smooth like a test tube, but it had veins and ridges and the skin was kind of darker than the rest of him. The head looked like a mushroom cap or a little helmet and it was kind of purplish and spongy looking. It formed, like, a little arrow that pointed to the hole at the tip and a thick vein ran from the arrow down into his squishy looking balls.
I slid my hand, the one without the money, forward on his thigh. I could feel the heat from his cock before my fingers touched it. Just the tips of my fingers at first, slowly, like it was a strange dog that might bight me. I touched it, the side of the shaft, then the thick vein and up to the arrow and spongy helmet.
“Take it, Baby,” Mr. Kerns said, and his hand let go of the base of his cock. I nearly jumped at the sound of his voice. I had been so focused on his hard organ that, for a second, I forgot that he was still there, attached to it. When he let go, it fell back against his stomach and, as if I knew that wasn’t the proper place for it, I took it in my hand and held it up away from his body again.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned and I looked up to see his burning eyes fixed on me.
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“Play with it, Baby,” he said, “Stroke it up and down. ” I did what he wanted and with my hand gripping the hot flesh I moved my fist up and down marveling at the softness of his skin while the hard tool beneath slipped back and forth against my palm and fingers.
“Oh fuck ya,” he groaned and his body moved around me, his legs flexing and his hips pushing his cock up through my hand. The slurping sounds of the girl on the video mixed with Mr. Kerns’s cries of pleasure. I wanted to touch myself and stoke the fire that was burning between my thighs, but I was too embarrassed to do something like that in front of him.
“Fuck Katie, you look so sexy kneeling between my legs, playing with my cock,” he said, licking his lips and staring into my eyes. I smiled and blushed and pumped his cock up and down. “Play with my balls, Sweetie,” he commanded. I hesitated for a second. I didn’t want to let go of his cock, so I set the cash on the floor between my legs. I let my fingers caress the saggy skin before I cupped the balls in my hand and rolled them gently from finger to finger.
“You like that, Sweetie?” he asked, and I nodded yes, telling him the truth. His balls were soft and squishy in my hands and I loved the feeling. “Keeping stroking me, Sweetie,” he told me, and like rubbing my tummy and patting my head, I had to concentrate at first to pump his cock and massage his balls.
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“Oh fuck, Katie,” he moaned and thrust his hips up to meet my touch. Apparently, I had a knack for this sort of thing.
“I’m gonna tell you the truth, Sweetie,” Mr. Kerns suddenly said through gritted teeth, “I was watching you mow the lawn the whole time. Watching that pervert next door looking at your ass every time you turned around…”
What? Mr. James was staring at my butt? I barely had time to register the thought as Mr. Kerns rambled on.
“…and I jumped in the shower real quick and then got on line and timed it so you’d walk in on me jacking off. ”
I didn’t stop jerking his cock or kneading his balls in my hot hand, I just stared up at him in mild shock. With his cock in my hand, it was difficult to feel too shocked.
“You’re not mad at me, Sweetie?” he asked, reaching forward and brushing my bangs away from my eyes, “For playing that little trick on you?” He was kind of talking to me like I was a little girl or something. I tried to wrap my head around the consequences of what he was admitting, but his cock in my hand was far too distracting. I shook my head no and added a slight twisting motion to my pumping fist, imitating the way he jerked himself for me.
“Oh, that’s my girl…” he started to say something but…
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!” cried the man on the video and we both turned to the monitor. The girl on the screen pulled the fierce looking cock from her sucking lips and we watched as thick ropes of pearly white shot from the tip and splashed across the young girl’s naked tits.
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“Have you ever sucked a cock, Katie?” Mr. Kerns asked in an almost breathless voice. His cock was still in my hand, and I was absentmindedly stroking it as I watched the girl squeeze the final drops of cum onto her tits. I shook my head no.
“Would you like to learn how, Sweetie?” he asked and I felt a jolt of fear and excitement tear through me.
“Um…”
He grabbed his wallet again. “Here’s forty more,” he said pulling two twenties from the wallet and pushing them into my money hand. I didn’t like letting go of his squishy balls, but I loved the look and feel of the money in my hand. “Will you let me put my cock in your mouth, Baby?” he asked and he reached forward and caressed my cheek. His thumb slid over my lips and pressed very slightly. My lips parted and he pushed the tip of his thumb between them. “You’ll do that, Baby? You’ll let me put my cock in your mouth?” I gently clamped my lips around his thumb and suckled the tip, nodding my head as I did so.
“Oh, that’s a good girl, Sweetie,” he breathed. He pulled his thumb free, but before I could even think of what to do next, he reached across and slid open the drawer he had pulled the wallet from and grabbed two little red scrunchies.
“Here,” he said, and he reached behind my head and pulled the green scrunchy that matched my eyes from my hair.
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My ponytail fell down around my shoulders and he scooped the hair up on one side of my head, then the other, and fastened two little pigtails into place with the red scrunchies.
“Mmm, that’s perfect,” he said looking down and admiring his work. I turned quickly and looked into the monitor where the video had gone black. If I didn’t know it was my reflection, I would have thought the girl from the video was still on the screen.
“Here, let’s just fix this,” he said and he undid the top button of my shirt. I was wearing a boy’s shirt to mow lawns. It buttoned up the front and had a collar and long sleeves that I rolled up. It was actually my brother’s shirt that he used when he was mowing lawns. I had the top two buttons undone, but Mr. Kerns was working his way to the bottom button. “We don’t want to make a mess on your shirt, do we?” he said smiling.
“Mmm, Katie,” he moaned. I let him open my shirt and he pushed it back off my shoulders. I felt the soft fabric slip down my back and my body shivered in the heat of the room. I was already filling a B-cup but I still didn’t like wearing bras, especially when I was working in the hot sun.
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Mr. Kerns slid his hands down my shoulders, over my chest and cupped my naked breasts.
“Is it okay if I play with your titties, Baby?” he asked as he rolled my stiffening nipples between his fingers. I tugged at his cock and nodded yes, not hiding the fact that I loved the feeling. “Mmm,” he moaned, “perfect little handfuls. ”
We stayed like that for a moment, him leaning forward in the chair, his arms extended, his hands squeezing and teasing my tits, the first hands to ever touch my tits. My arm was stretched forward between his thighs with a firm grip on his cock, the first cock I’d ever touched. Then he sat back and with a gentle hand, tugged at one of my pigtails, guiding me to him.
“Suck Daddy’s cock, Sweetie,” he told me, and the words hit me like a slap in the face. My eyes went wide and I gasped. “Come on, Baby,” he urged me, and I thought of the baby voice he used to talk to me, and I thought of his daughters on the internet looking at whatever they wanted, and I thought of the pigtails. They weren’t there to make me look like the girl in the video. They were there to make me look like his Little Girl. And suddenly I was giggling.
I couldn’t explain why, but I was giggling, and he loved it.
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“Oh ya, Baby,” he said as I scooted up between his thighs, blushing and giggling, “Daddy wants to feel that sweet little mouth on his cock. ”
I didn’t know what to think of the words. They kind of made me uncomfortable, especially because I started thinking of my own Dad and that wasn’t a good thing while I was kneeling between a naked man’s legs, holding his cock, seconds away from putting it in my mouth, the first cock I would ever put in my mouth. Then it got worse, because I suddenly remembered what Mr. Kerns had said about my Dad having a huge cock. No! Don’t think about that! I tried to clear my mind, and I did so by focusing on the immediate problem at hand.
“I’ve never sucked a cock before,” I told Mr. Kerns, my mouth inches from his flesh, my big green eyes staring up at his. A thrill shot through me just saying those words, “Suck!” and “Cock!” together to this grown man. It steeled my nerves for what I was about to do.
“That’s okay, Sweetie,” he said, caressing my cheek and brushing his thumb over my lips again, “Daddy will teach you. ” I giggled again, I don’t know why, but I did. He gently pulled me forward by my pigtail. “Just give it a little kiss, Baby,” he said.
I could smell his musky sent mixed with Axe bodywash, I was so close.
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I puckered my red lips, and holding his cock back against his stomach, I pressed them against the little arrow that connected the thick vein to the spongy helmet.
“Mmm, that’s it, Baby,” he breathed above me, “Now use your tongue and lick Daddy’s cock like a big popsicle,” he told me and I giggled at the thought. I imagined one of those long plastic tubes filled with cherry flavored ice that my Mom kept the freezer stocked with during summer. The plastic edges always cut the corners of my mouth, but I loved sucking on them anyway.
I opened my mouth and poked out my tongue. The first lick was just a little taste, on the same spot where I had kissed. His cock jumped in my hand and I could hear his breathing growing louder. “That’s it, Baby,” he urged me on, “Lick Daddy’s cock like a good little girl. ”
I placed my hand behind his cock, cupping it and holding it forwards. I started at the bottom where the thick vein disappeared into the fleshy bag of balls. I pressed my tongue flat against his hot flesh and I slid it up and up until I was at the tip. I did that several times in a row, bottom to top, bottom to top. At first I concentrated on the thick vein, but then I moved to the sides and let me tongue slip and slide around his throbbing pole.
“Ooooooooooooh!” he wasn’t speaking, just making noises. I thought I was doing good until I got to the top and did what I usually do with my popsicles.
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I opened my mouth and pushed it down over the top of his cock.
“Oh fuck!” Mr. Kerns growled and I pulled my mouth away thinking I’d done something wrong. I was wrong.
“No, don’t stop!” he gasped and he pushed my hand from his cock, gripped the base and held it to my mouth. He gripped the back of my head and I opened up as he pushed my mouth back down over his cock.
“Oh my fucking God, Little Girl!” he gasped above me, “Your mouth is like fucking heaven. Suck Daddy, Baby! Suck Daddy’s cock for him, Little Girl!”
My lips were open and my tongue was sliding over the huge piece of flesh in my mouth. Somewhere I had heard someone say, no teeth, and I tried to focus on using my lips and tongue only. It seemed to be working.
“Look up at me, Baby Girl. ” Mr. Kerns ordered, “Look at Daddy. ” I tilted my head back and my eyes up, but he kept his hand at my neck so I couldn’t lift my mouth from his cock. “Oh my God!” he gasped, staring down at me, “You look so fucking sexy with Daddy’s cock in your mouth, Baby Girl.
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He was suddenly standing and I rocked back on my heels and gripped his naked hips for support. He took hold of my pigtails with both hands, and holding my head still began fucking my mouth with long, slow thrusts. Each motion forward pushed his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth until I felt his scratchy hair tickling my nose.
“Oh fuck, you’re a good little cocksucker, Baby,” he growled and the words excited me, “Suck Daddy’s cock!” He pushed himself into the hilt and I was gagging. I jerked my head back and his cock popped free. “Oh fuck, you are amazing,” he told me and he reached over my head and I heard the click of the mouse. I turned to see what video he was playing next, but he grabbed me, “No, you work on Daddy’s cock, Baby. ”
He sat back in the chair and I crawled back between his thighs, grabbed his cock and fed it into my hungry mouth. “Oh my God, you are a good little slut,” he said and I took my time playing with my new toy. I pumped the base with my fist and I bobbed my sucking lips up and down over the spongy helmet. I swirled my tongue all around and tried to find the spots that made him jump and jerk like I was touching him with live wires.
I’m doing it, I thought to myself, I’m sucking a cock. I’m giving my first blowjob, and I am good at it. Really good! I could feel his hands slide down my naked back and his nails lightly scratching as he pulled them up. I moaned my approval around his cock and he liked the way my mouth vibrated around his thick meat.
I moaned harder and louder and he thrust his hips up to meet my sucking mouth.
“Suck my balls, Baby!” he grunted, “Suck Daddy’s balls. ” I reluctantly lifted my mouth from his cock, but found a new thrill as I nuzzled my lips and nose into his fleshy sack. I swirled my tongue over the nuggets inside and gently sucked one, then the other into my mouth.
“Oh, you are such a good little slut,” he groaned. He pressed his cock back against his belly and I looked up into his desperate eyes, my mouth filled with his balls.
“Daddy’s gonna cum, Baby!” he suddenly cried out, and my heart jumped inside my chest. “Daddy’s gonna cum all over you, Baby Girl!” he grunted and I looked up at him with wide eyes, my tongue swirling around his balls. He was pounding his cock with his own fist, glaring down at me with fierce eyes.
“Cum on me Daddy!” I suddenly barked out and I pushed his hand away from his cock and gripped it in both of mine. I pumped it hard and fast, and sitting up on my knees, I aimed the tip at my tits.
“Daddy’s cumming, Baby! Daddy’s…” he cried out, then, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!”
He stood up quickly and I rocked back on my heels. Hot, wet, sticky gobs of sweet smelling jizz splashed against my chest and tits. It scalded my nipples and dribbled down over my taught belly. I pumped and pumped and it squirted and squirted until, like the girl in the video, I milked the final drop from the swollen tip, spreading it over my sensitive nipple.
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“Oh fuck,” he gasped, standing unsteadily over me. He grabbed the back of my head and wiped the tip of his cum covered cock over my lips giving me his own flavor of lip-gloss. I parted my lips and he pressed his cock inside. I thrilled at the taste of his cum and twirled my tongue around the tip trying to gather it all. He jumped and gasped and his cock popped free from my mouth.
“Stand up, Baby,” he commanded and he pulled me to my feet as he dropped back into the chair. Suddenly his mouth was on my tits, sucking at them hungrily, lapping up his own cum. He pulled my face down to his and kissed me hard with his cum stained lips. I sucked and licked at his tongue and mouth, tasting his seed.
“There’s one more twenty in my wallet,” he said as he dropped back down and kissed my belly, cleaning up the jizz that had left trails there, “Go ahead and take it. ”
I twisted round and grabbed his wallet. I pulled the final twenty free, but something caught my eye as I was putting the wallet down. A slide show was running on the monitor where the video had been. They were photographs of Stacy, Mr. Kerns’s daughter.
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They weren’t just any photos though. They were the one’s he had mentioned earlier, the ones of her sucking a boy’s cock at school.
Stacy was down on her knees looking up into the camera. Her blonde hair was done up in little pigtails, and her mouth was stuffed full with cock. I didn’t have to look very hard, however, to figure out that the cock in her mouth didn’t belong to any boy at school. I knew exactly whose cock Stacy was sucking, because I’d just spent the last half-hour studying it up close and personal.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, the next photo showed a topless Stacy with cum spilling from her open mouth, her Dad’s cock balanced on her lip. Before I could even react, strong hands were spinning me round and I tasted the same cum that Stacy had tasted in the picture. Mr. Kerns was kissing me again, and apparently had managed to undo the buttons to my cutoffs because his hands slid easily under my panties and he was squeezing my naked ass.
“I want to fuck you, Katie,” he growled into my ear. I could feel his still hard cock pressing into my belly and his strong hands gripping my ass. “I’ll buy you any phone you want if you’ll let me fuck you,” he groaned into my ear as he kissed my neck.
I had thought a lot about losing my virginity, but I never imagined it like this. It was supposed to be romantic, like on my sixteenth birthday with a gorgeous boy who had Edward Cullen’s eyes and Jacob’s body.
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It wasn’t supposed to be with an old man who was fucking his own daughter.
I tried to say no and push him away, but his hand had slid around to the front of my panties and his fingers found my aching little clitty. “Ungh,” was all that came out as my knees went rubbery and I clung to his shoulders.
“Don’t you want Daddy to fuck you, Little Girl?” he hissed, tilting my head up and kissing my mouth. No! I don’t want this! I got carried away and things got out of hand, but I didn’t want to lose my virginity to this creepy man.
“I’ll pay you five hundred dollars, Sweetie,” he told me, and the tip of his finger slid along my wet slit.
“Ungh,” I grunted and tried to straighten up. His mouth was at my breast sucking and teasing my nipple. Five hundred dollars. The words echoed around inside my head, but other words were there as well. “Cheapskate!” I heard my father saying. And as if Mr. Kerns could hear my father too, he blurted out, “One thousand dollars! I’ll give you a thousand dollars, Baby. Daddy needs to feel his cock inside your little pussy, Baby. Please!”
Oh my God! A thousand dollars! A voice inside my head was saying no, no! But Mr.
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Kerns’s finger was wiggling around inside my cunny and my body was screaming yes, yes!
“Yes,” I gasped, forgetting all about Edward’s eyes and Jacob’s body, and surrendering to my own lust. “Yes,” I repeated.
I was spinning. He twirled me round and my hands grabbed the edge of the desk for balance. Mr. Kerns grabbed my cutoffs and my panties and tugged them roughly down my thighs and I felt them drop to my ankles. I tried to lift my foot out of them but he gripped my ass and I gasped as I felt his face press between my cheeks and his mouth and tongue attack my burning sex.
“Oh my God!” I cried and clutched the desk, knocking his empty wallet to the floor. His tongue was prying open my virgin slit and creating the most amazing sensations as it wiggled and squirmed inside me. I opened my eyes and on the screen in front of me was Stacy. Her large brown eyes were looking directly into mine. There was a wicked grin across her face. She was holding her father’s cock, the tip glistening with cum, just inches from her lips.
“Oh fuck, you taste so good, Sweetie,” Mr. Kerns called out behind me.
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I could feel his nose pushing against the little hole between my butt cheeks and his mouth hungrily devouring my pussy. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you, Baby?” he teased between mouthfuls of my cunny.
“Ungh, yes…” I gasped. Stacy had her eyes closed in the next photo, her father’s cock half hidden in her mouth.
“You wanna feel Daddy’s cock inside your little pussy, Sweetie?”
“Ungh, yes…”
“Yes?” he teased licking and kissing my ass.
“Yes, Daddy,” I begged.
“Tell Daddy you want him to fuck you,” he said and he slid his thumb the length of my dripping slit and tortured my tiny clitty.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned, “I want you to fuck…”
BANG!
We both jumped. Footsteps followed the unmistakable sound of a door banging shut somewhere in the house.
“Wait,” he hissed under his breath, but I didn’t obey this time. I swooped down and picked up the cash and pulled up my panties and cutoffs in one swift motion. I had three buttons on my brother’s shirt done up before I reached the back door.
“My offer still stands,” Mr. Kerns called out in a throaty whisper from the open door, “One thousand dollars. ”
I was almost at the garage where my Dad was working when I remembered my hair was done up in pigtails.
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I replaced my ponytail and with shaking hands, pushed the mower through the open door.
Standing in the shower, my body shaking, my orgasm subsiding. I let the hand held sprayer drop to the shower floor. I can’t believe what I did. How helpless I was to my body’s desperate desires. The things he’d said to me, and the things I’d said. The money Mr. Kerns gave me is tucked away inside the porcelain birthday doll my Mom bought me for my thirteenth birthday. She buys me one every year. There are fifteen in the collection.
I will be able to buy a new Envy phone with the money. I won’t have to wait all summer. I wonder what I could buy with a thousand dollars.
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