"Truth or dare?" "Okay, truth." She said. "Have you ever let one of the guys
touch your breasts?" "Mary-Jane! C'mon! You know I let Todd touch me all the
time. He even got his hand into my panties once." "NO!" "Yes! He just touched my
hair though. Did David touch your titties when you two were going out?" "Yes. We
were at the movies and he had his whole hand around my breast. I had to put a
stop to it when he got my bra strap off my shoulder though." "Why?" She was
teasing. "C'mon Janie, I don't want to talk about David...that was a long time
ago." "It was only a year and a half ago!" "I was a child then, Janie." "Aaaaah,
Haaaa, haaaa..." Janie and I were best friends. We were best friends since grade
school when we learned we shared names. A big thrill for little girls. It was
approaching summer. We had only a few months left until we graduated and The
Great Big World was out there waiting for us. "What are you going to do after
graduation?" Janie asked. She and I had had this conversation many times. "Oh, I
don't know. You're going away to college, my dad doesn't really want to send me
to college. He doesn't listen to me. I might get a job or something." This topic
was really depressing. Janie and I were stuck (at least, I was) in this
conservative little town. She and I were late bloomers, and weren't terribly
popular in school. She turned eighteen before me, yet we were still inseparable.
Janie insisted that I was pretty. I suppose I was, I'm proud of my body, not an
ounce of fat, My titties are little but the nipples are large and perky. Mamma
said that I would fill out much more when and if I went to college. Janie and I
always assumed the mysteries of womanhood would be revealed to us there. Most
other girls our age are more promiscuous. Not us. Not in this town. We heard the
door downstairs slam and the sound of my daddy's work boots in the kitchen. He
was angry again. "Doris, get this place cleaned up, we're going to have some
company for dinner!" "Company?" I heard my mamma yell from the bedroom. She was
a pretty and wonderful woman. Daddy had met her as a young steelworker, she was
the pretty waitress at the local watering hole. Mamma had dark hair, and an
ample chest. She kept herself clean and pretty as possible almost all the time.
Daddy always joked about her "fat ass" and I hated him for it, but they were my
family. "Company. It seems the owner of the steel mill Roy Shanks has died, and
left it to his son, Ron. The kid is a snotty bastard." "You barely knew Roy. Why
does his son, er, the new owner want to have dinner with us. You're just a
foreman..." I could tell by the silent moment that followed that mamma knew she
had slipped again. My dad was an angry man and hated to be reminded that he was
only a foreman after so many years. He had tried to work his way into a
management position but had got out-maneuvered by some other guy. "Yeah, woman,
so you keep reminding me...aw shut up, listen (where's the damn bottle opener!)
His kid is some sort of slicked-up, Porsche drivin' spoiled college brat who's
determined to 'make the company better, or something, or...hell I don't know!
Anyway, he's coming over this evening, so I want this place, and you, and
Mary-Jane cleaned up!" Ron was indeed a "Porsche drivin" guy. He parked with one
wheel on the grass. He was wearing a white shirt and tie and looked like a
linebacker. He filled his shirt pretty good. I was pulling on my best sweater.
Mom even told me to wear my good bra. I don't know why, he's not going to look
under my shirt. I told mama this and she lightly tapped my cheek and told me
'mind yourself missy'. I was looking down at him through my window. He walked
pretty cocky too as he came to the front door. I couldn't help letting my eyes
wander down, to his crotch. I've never told anybody this, but I always wondered
if other girls get really wet. I mean, I get REALLY wet! It was one of the
reasons David and I broke up. I had started my period a few months before, and I
was SO embarrassed by the fact I got so gushy just thinking about sex! Dinner
went okay. Ron was a swarthy guy, about thirty-five. Pretty good looking for an
older guy. Liked to interrupt my dad too. Daddy doesn't like being interrupted.
Daddy didn't like the fact Ron kept running his eyes up and down my sweater
either. Ron asked me: "Have you dated much, Mary-Jane?" Dad started to turn red
at such a question, but I saw mamma shush him with a touch. "No. I haven't dated
much at all." "That's too bad. You don't know what you're missing!" "Mary-Jane
graduates high-school in June. "My dad pointed out. I was blushing. Why was Ron
looking at me like that? Everyone was looking at me! I asked to be excused and
went up to my room. I listened at the heat vent to what they were saying. "You
know, Dale, "Said Ron "The mill is cutting back a little. I may not need so many
foremen on the floor." "I was working at that steel mill when you were playing
with G.I.Joes and sticking firecrackers up cat's asses!" "Relaaax Dale, old boy.
I didn't say anything about your job...? I just want to point out a man, in your
position, may want to consider his nice house, his wife's jewelry, food on the
table, that mortgage payment...?" "What do you want Ron!" "I run the company
now, Dale. I would rather be addressed as 'Mr. Shanks' If you don't mind." Daddy
bit back his pride in an unusual display. "Okay...'Mr. Shank' I operate the best
shop at the mill, I've worked there twenty years. I've got a mortgage payment,
and a bad back. What do I have that you could want from me?" "Why, a lonely
young CEO like myself needs companionship, Dale. Your lovely daughter, I could
stand to take her to dinner." "What?!!!" "Dale, now calm down honey." This
couldn't be so awful..." There was a bit of a row, then. Dad yelled a bit. Mom
yelled at him. I don't think Ron got to dessert. I heard him smirking to Daddy
about "mortgage payments" then there was some quiet muttering and the front door
slammed. I crept downstairs, being careful not to make the bottom stair creak. I
went to the bathroom and got a maxi-pad from the cabinet under the sink. The
bedsprings were creaking "CRACK". I crept up the hall. "OH!! 'CRACK'!!" I felt
my juice drip warm on my leg. "CRACK" I pressed the pad against my mound. I
peeked in my parents bedroom door. There was a scene I had seen before. Mamma's
ample ass was in the air, her pendulous breasts swinging under her, Daddy's
hairy and well muscled ass and legs pumping into her. I could see Daddy's ball
sack swinging. "CRACK" Daddy's big leather belt came down on Mamma's ass as it
came down on mine when I was bad. My nipples were soooo hard. The maxi-pad was
getting soaked. "Do you think our little girl needs to go out with a grown man?"
"No. He'll hurt her." "'CRACK' He'll what? "He'll hurt her" "Do you think she
should....? 'CRACK'" "OWWW! (gasp) Yessss. Yes! She should!" "Why, dear?
'CRACK'" "Owww! So that she can...(gasp)...learn!" "Learn what dear? 'CRACK'"
"To...to obey...." "To obey who, dear? 'CRACK'" "OHHHH!!! TO OBEY A MANNNN!!!"
My knees almost gave out on me. I saw Daddy thrust forward into Mamma, and
grunt, Mamma thrashed around a lot. I saw something leak onto the sheets. I ran
upstairs. The pad was wet. I was almost crying but my trembling was from the
thought of Ron touching me, he's not listening to my protests, my bra strap
sliding off my shoulder, my big nipples in his fingers as we sat in his Porsche.
I was scared but I felt a warm, gushing heat spread from my crotch to my chest.
I was having my first orgasm. Mamma was making breakfast when I came down. I
kissed her good morning, then set my books down on the table. Mamma pushed me
from behind, bending me over the table. "OWWW! MOM! What are you doing. "You
just be quiet and undo your pants." "Mooo-ooom!?" She swatted my butt but
reached around then, and undid my jeans. I protested but she wouldn't take any
back-talk and pushed my jeans down around my knees. She made sure I was still
bent over the table and made me push down my own panties! I was protesting as
much as I could. She swatted my ass again "Bend over, I said!" I felt her
fingers in my crack, exploring my vagina, then she spread my labia with two
fingers. "Moo-oom!" I complained as she leaned over to sniff her daughter! "Have
you had your period this month yet, Mary-Jane?" "God! Yes, mom. It was last
week. You know that!" "Don't back talk me young lady! I've made an appointment
with the doctor for this afternoon. You're getting a checkup!" I complained,
but, of course, it didn't do any good. I pulled my Jeans up, ate breakfast and
went to school. Mom listened carefully to the doctor ask me questions about my
period, was I taking any drugs, etc. etc. I resented all of this and I told her
so in the car on the way home. "Why is all this fuss. Just because this 'Ron'
guy wants to take me out? "Don't tell your father this, but I already spoke to
Ron Shanks. His proposal was not news to me. It seems Ron has a 'thing' for very
young ladies and your father is known at work for having a young, teenage
daughter, of legal age." "Ewwww! And I have to have sex with him for Daddy to
keep his job?" "NO! No, Mary-Jane. You do not." There was a conspicuous silence
in the car. "You will not say anything to your father. You'll go on a date with
Ron Shanks. You will maybe flirt a little, then kiss him on the cheek when he
brings you home, at a decent hour, of course." "What were those pills the doctor
gave you?" "Harold gave me these, er, you'll see when we get home." "So what did
you and Ron talk about?" I asked. "A business proposal. One that will increase
your father's income substantially. Your father would never have agreed to it,
so you will keep your mouth shut! You don't need to know any more. It doesn't
have anything to do with you anyway." It was quiet again in the car. At home,
Mamma told me to take a hot bath and get cleaned up. I did so, and she told me
to come to her and Daddy's bedroom. I came in wrapped in a towel, brushing my
wet hair. Mom ordered me to lay down on the bed and lift my knees. She had the
bottle of pills in her hand. "What Mom?" She suddenly became furious and grabbed
one of Daddy's belts. She lashed at my butt with it "CRACK" leaving a bright red
welt on my ass. "Owwww, Mooom!" I hadn't been whipped in quite a while. "GET ON
THE BED AND LIFT YOUR KNEES!" I trembled as I obeyed. I lifted my legs in front
of my mother, like I was in the delivery room. My freshly washed privates were
on full display. She told me to reach down and spread my ass cheeks. I was
nearly crying as I did so. Mama took one of the big white capsules from the pill
bottle and firmly placed one in my anus. I yelped as she did this and she
pinched my ass cheeks shut so I could not expel it. I felt like a little girl
and started to cry. "Mom what are these for...?" "These are fertility drugs,
dear." "I'm already having a period though!" "These will make you much more
fertile, honey. "She reached for another one. "Your egg production will increase
and your hormones will go into overtime." "Why are you doing this Mom?" "Because
you're going to start dating a real man dear. Now, when this one has dissolved,
I want you to get dressed and be nice and pleasant for your father. He's under a
lot of stress lately." The second one was dissolving in my ass as I went
upstairs. Over the next several days, Mom came in early in the morning to wake
me for school. She would make me put my ass high in the air and spread my cheeks
for the fertility suppositories. I felt like I was her science project as she
groomed me for my date with Ron. I was afraid of what she and Ron wanted, or
even if they had plans after all. I didn't tell Janie anything about this. It's
getting pretty weird when you won't even tell your best friend what's going on.
I started to feel a little weird too. My butt and breasts started to feel more
full. I felt kinda, you know, more emotional. It's definitely weird having your
mom put things up your butt. One morning, she came into my room and sniffed me
again. I was still bent over the pillow, feeling one of the pills dissolving,
when I noticed the laundry she was putting into my dresser was different! "What
are those mom? "More bras for you honey, some in different sizes." "Why?" "Your
breasts are going to get bigger. Look-I got you some in a C-cup and some in a
D-cup too." I was squirming around with my ass in the air at the thought of my
mother deliberately changing her daughter's body like this. I know the look on
my face must have been pouty as I asked: "What are those others?" She held up a
large, bulky white one with clasps on the front of the cups. "This is a nursing
bra." My face took a look of shock as my mind reeled at the thought. My own
mother wants me to get pregnant! I started to cry. Mother immediately came over
and hugged me, turning me over and putting my head in her lap. "There there,
dear. I'm just concerned for you. You haven't made any plans for the future and
you're moping around the house. I want you to have a future, not become a
professional waitress like me. Ron Shanks is a very wealthy man, he wants
children by as many women as possible. Men are like that. Ron Shanks simply has
the wealth to be able to take care of them. He has promised me he will
supplement your father's income 'substantially' in return for several
offspring." "SEVERAL?" She began kneading my breasts. Pinching my swollen
nipples hard to make them stand up. "I know you won't like it at first, honey.
But once you get used to a man holding you down, you learn to really get used to
it. There's nothing like the feel of a man ejaculating inside of you. I'm giving
you fertility drugs to increase the chance of having twins. I think that would
be lovely!" "Mom, don't make me!" "Nonsense! There were royal concubines in
ancient times that would jump at the chance to breed with men of royal blood.
You're going to go to bed with Ron or I will let him 'have his way with you!
Now, you will get dressed!" Ron came by at eight o'clock. Dad didn't come home
after work, I guess he didn't want to see his daughter go off with his new boss.
Ron smelled pretty good. I wore a skirt that hugged my knees, and a nice silk
blouse. My nipples wouldn't go down, so anything I put on, they showed. I was
nervous, mom treated the whole thing like a regular high-school date. He put his
arm around me and escorted me to the car. "Relax, sugar, just dinner and a
movie." I tried to reassure myself. I tried to do the math in my head. If he
raped me, is it the right time for...?" I didn't think it was. I didn't talk
till we got to the restaurant. I made polite conversation with him. He wouldn't
stop staring at me. "You've got a really pretty face, Mary-Jane." I had to
admit, he didn't sound like the sneering, rich-boy type. Although he was old, he
was quite attractive. I kind of found myself falling under his spell. I began to
wonder what it would feel like to put my mouth near his... I started to feel a
growing heat in my crotch! He put his foot in between my high heels as we sat at
the table. He suddenly kicked my feet apart! There I was staring, pouting at
this man who just spread my legs in a public place! "I control the lives of most
of the people who work at your father's steel mill. Your father can be replaced,
remember that. Leave your legs open." We ordered dinner and made polite
conversation, but we kind of lacked a common ground to talk. He whispered
"remove your panties and hand them to me." I stared agape. I looked around, it
only FELT like everyone was watching me. He repeated his order, and smiled. I
tentatively reached under my skirt and peeled my damp panties off my hips. They
clung to my moistness briefly as I slid them down my thighs. I could feel the
air conditioning in the restaurant as the air hit me. I felt suddenly
vulnerable. "Keep your legs open." He took my small bundle of cotton and lace
and, smiling at the feeling of their moistness, put them in his jacket pocket. I
blushed furiously. He paid the check and escorted me out. "Now what?" I asked.
"Now, we go somewhere and talk, look at the stars perhaps." I started to argue,
but thought better of it. We drove out to a local "make-out" point. I couldn't
believe I was here. How humiliating. What if I were seen with this older guy?
Ron swept me up in his arms. He was pretty big. I could smell his aftershave and
his own musky smell. He kissed me tenderly. I was shaking! "You're trembling
like a little schoolgirl." "Yeah, well..." "I will teach you how to kiss a man
properly." Over the next, what seemed like, hours I learned how a girl takes a
man's tongue, gives her own tongue, and teases a man with her mouth. Ron is a
pretty sexy guy. I started feeling more confident. Ron began sucking at my lips,
HARD. I protested, but his mouth wouldn't let go. I pushed at his chest but he
kept sucking at my lips, first taking the bottom one and sucking the entire
thing in his mouth, then switching to the top one, which he worked first one
side, then the other. I was mewling and struggling a little. It kind of hurt. I
had never heard of this. The music was playing the whole time, it felt kind of
good, making out in the bucket seats of some guy's Porsche at make-out point. He
finally stopped and I hurriedly reached for the switch to roll down the window.
My lips ACHED. As I rolled down the tinted glass, I realized there were some
people I knew just kind of hanging-out on the hood of the next car. They (of
course) suddenly turned to SEE. "Hey David, isn't that your Mary-Jane?" I heard
a voice. "Uh, I dunno, Hey! Mary-Jane." I was looking at my ex-boyfriend. My
lips were SO swollen and red, I must have looked like a whore. "Hey kid, c'mere!"
Said Ron David walked over to the car. "Uh, hey Mary-J, uh, what's up?" "Here,
son, these are for you. You should try a little harder." Ron handed David my
panties. Some days went by. I told Mamma everything. At school, I could hardly
show my face! I told Janie it was some college-friend I had somehow met. She
thought it was pretty cool that I should have such a mature boyfriend. I had to
make up all kinds of stories. The panty incident had gotten me a bad reputation.
People suddenly noticed me. Some of the guys on the track team wanted to talk to
me. I was wearing a C-cup bra now. My nipples were almost always hard. I was
totally confused. I was avoiding my homework at home, just kind of milling
around the house one weekend when I found Mamma's calendar. She had my fertility
cycle all worked out. Apparently, this was THE weekend! I wanted to cry. Mamma
got Daddy to spank me good with the belt when he got home. She wanted me "warmed
up" and minding her, so she told Dad I talked back to her good, that afternoon.
Daddy has a pretty quick temper so he took to it good. I got my ass seriously
warmed wit h that one. I hated my mother then. I was crying up a storm on my
bed, letting the welts on my ass go down, when she came into my room. "I sent
your father off for a night with the boys. I want you to get bathed, perfumed,
and put on this lovely lace teddy I got you! I wasn't about to argue with her
again. I knew Ron was coming over that evening. As evening came on, I lay in my
room, looking out the window. I looked at my stuffed animals and unfinished
homework. I opened my drawer and looked at the nursing bra. Ron came over, I
heard Mamma serve him dinner, then get him comfortable in her room. I was
trembling, and clutching a pillow as she came up the stairs. My face was red
from crying some, and my lips were painted very, very red. I thought I looked
like a whore. I knew that's what Ron wanted. Mamma swatted my ass a few times in
the hallway. She herded me into her bedroom. Ron was laying in the bed. There
were candles lit all around. He was smiling, or sneering, I couldn't tell which.
He pulled back the covers for me. I put a knee tentatively on the edge of the
bed. Mom and Dad's bed always sat higher than mine. Ron leaned over and kissed
my mouth. he began sucking at my lips like on our date. My lips were swelling up
again. "CRACK" Mamma sent the belt against my rear. "Owwww!" I exclaimed,
jumping into the bed. Ron pulled the sheets over us as Mamma stood by with the
belt, supervising. I could feel Ron's hard cock suddenly press against my belly.
I yelped and struggled with Ron and the covers and managed to work my way free.
Mamma gently pushed me back as I tried to escape. I had thrown the covers back.
Mamma threatened the belt again. I turned toward Ron, sobbing. His cock was
standing straight up. It was as thick as my wrist and jutted upward from a
tangle of dark hair. He had a dark line of hair running up his belly to his
chest, where it was generous. I noticed the dark, purple head of his penis was
as big as a plum, almost the same circumference as the shaft. It looked to be
quite long and hard. There were many veins lining the surface. Mamma reached
between my legs as I sat, fascinated, and undid the snap of my teddy. She and
Ron shifted my legs across his till I was almost straddling him. I snapped out
of it and began crying and thrashing again. "I don't want to do this! It'll kill
me!" "YOUNG LADY, YOU STRADDLE THAT COCK, NOW!!" Ron calmed my shaking frame,
and leaned me a little back. He pushed the shaft down, like bringing a cannon to
bear, and firmly placed the head against my lips. Mom whispered to me, "Notice
the head's shape, it's designed to smoothly separate a girl's labia, letting the
veined shaft into her womanhood." Mom seemed so proud of her little girl. "Look
at me, Mary-Jane." I looked at Ron's eyes as the head of his thing stretched me.
His big hands grabbed my hips. I cried out as my cherry was impaled on him.
Mamma slapped the belt across my buttocks. "CRACK" I yelped and fell on his
cock, "CRACK" I yelled again, letting my weight fall. I was split up the middle.
I felt totally immobilized by this shaft of meat impaling me. I could feel the
living rod of flesh stretching me, a living thing inside of me. I was fucked.
"All the way down, young lady! You've got to take it all in if he's going to
make you pregnant." I gasped with shame, I was soooo wet, I thought of Daddy
slapping Mamma's rear as he gave it to her. Mamma and Ron undressed me the rest
of the way. I didn't resist. I had lost my will with my virginity. I laid down
on his hairy chest. I felt his hairy, strong legs spread mine some more. Mamma
reached back behind to fondle his balls. Ron was thrusting his hips upwards. He
rolled me over onto my back. I could feel his balls settling against my ass. My
arms were pinned to his chest as he thrust now in a more manly fashion into me
and into me. Mamma stroked my hair as she knew what her little girl must have
been feeling. "Remember what I told you, honey. There's nothing like feeling a
man put his seed in you." Ron lost control just then and I could feel a hot jet
of seed hit my cervix. I began to cum myself. "Lift your legs into the 'birthing
position' honey, so he can get it deep." Ron was squirting it deep! Mamma pushed
my legs up and held them there. She smiled. She must have known what I was
feeling. I could feel my cervix flexing, dipping down into the pool of seed he
was leaving in my vagina. Knowing how fertile I was, I couldn't help but orgasm.
Daddy's boss was making his daughter pregnant. And this would only be the first
time. Mamma left us alone after that. Ron said he would stay a little while. She
blew out the candles and shut the door on her way out. She looked really happy.
There, in the dark, Ron spread my legs again. I thought of all the times I had
peeked on my parents, now I was getting mounted, feeling Ron's hard, hard wet
shaft sliding into me again. I found my will and struggled against his grasp,
but his arms were much stronger than mine. I kicked in the air when I felt him
squirt again. Ron smiled. Mamma came in after Ron had left. I wasn't sure
whether I should cry or be in love. Mom slipped a tampon into me. "We can't let
you push any of that out now. If I'm going to watch your belly swell over the
coming months, I've got to plug that sperm in so that it can do it's work. Now,
show me your pretty ass..." I rolled over. "CRACK" went the belt. "OWWW!! MOOOOM?"
There I was, naked in my parent's bed, kneeling on the edge. Mamma was swatting
my ass with the well-used belt. I was playing with my clit and pussy as I felt
the tampon expand to plug me. The tampon string was hanging down. Mamma insisted
that an orgasm helps to "soak it up". I could feel my orgasm mounting.
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