Susan Carter

Father knows best

CHAPTER ONE

Damn, Renee thought to herself, I don't want to do it, hut I have to. It's time the girl learned to go places by herself. I can't have her holding onto me all her life.

Her daughter Idrine, was an ageless looking youth, with long cascading black hair, dancing brown eyes, a pair of red apple cheeks, and a smile that lit up the world. Idrine was a little chubby, but that was baby fat soon to melt away. She had budding breasts smaller than hen's eggs which bounced excitingly under her blouse. Renee knew she would shortly have to buy her daughter a bra.

It wasn't as if Renee was sending Idrine to the far corners of the earth. There wasn't even a need for the girl to take a bus. It was just a walk through the park to her grandmother's. Still, Renee remembered what had happened to herself in that same park once and knew that sending Renee was an act of rebellion against her own fear.

Remembering so, she had given Idrine the riding crop.

"Listen," Renee said, "if a man tries anything, hit him with the riding crop as hard as you can and then run. He should be so surprised you'll be out of the park before he can think a dirty word."

"Oh, mother!" Idrine gave her mother an exasperated look, before admiring the sexy new figure that she'd just started growing. The mirror in the apartment foyer reflected a pert body that Idrine knew carried a strange effect on the boys at school.

Renee watched her daughter leave by peeking through the drapes. She chided herself again for being too protective, but the apprehension continued as Idrine stepped off the curb and headed for the park. It was late spring and the trees were all in full bloom as they had been when she had crossed that park, thirteen years earlier. It had been early evening when she had gone. How well Renee remembered. She had been eighteen-years-old at the time. She had been living on the other side of the park with her mother, Harriet Pembroke.

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"Just take this package to your Aunt Betty, across the park," Harriet Pembroke said to her daughter, Renee. "But be careful. When you get there, make sure you stay the night."

"Why, momma?" Renee asked.

"Just do it," Harriet said to her daughter. "I don't want you out after dark."

It was partially true. Harriet didn't want her daughter walking in and seeing how she made a living. Ever since Renee's illegitimate birth, Harriet had been on her own, and she'd had to prostitute herself to support Renee and herself.

Renee, wearing a light pink dress, took the small package from her mother and went out into the summer evening. The sky was first starting to darken, but the air was warm as she entered into the depths of the park. Renee wasn't too frightened. All paths eventually led out of the park, but she wanted to come out on the right side so she wouldn't have to skirt the edge of the park and walk any more than was necessary.

There were many bushes in this part of the park, and as Renee walked, she heard sounds coming from one particularly dense growth. Curious, she walked over, but saw nothing. The sounds, like a man panting, became louder, so Renee bent down and crawled between two bushes and there, in the center of the small copse, was a naked man. He sat on the ground with his back against a small tree. His thighs were wide apart, and Renee could see he had one hand gripping something long and hard between his legs. His other hand holding a cigarette, alternating puffing and jerking.

"Gee!" Renee said, coming closer, staring at the long, thick throbbing rod. "What's that?"

"Huh?" the man asked, startled out of his reverie. "What's what?"

"That long thing you're pulling on," Renee said.

"Oh, that's my joystick," the man told her. "My name's Larry, and I get a lot of fun pulling on my stick."

Renee could see he was a weird man, not much past thirty. He had slick black hair, a very thin body, and a long, pointed nose, almost like some kind of animal.

The truth was, Larry Hunter was one of her mother's "clients". Unfortunately, he had spent his money on some prime smoke, and as a result, couldn't afford to visit Harriet Pembroke. So he had spaced himself out here in the park, stripped off his clothes, and he had proceeded to start stroking his cock while continuing to drag on his cigarette.

Renee moved closer to Larry, kneeling down and peering between his legs. This was her first glimpse of a penis, and she had no idea what it was, or why it was used. Her mother had kept her in total ignorance where men were concerned, insisting her daughter be excluded from sex-education classes in school. As a result, Renee Pembroke knew absolutely nothing about penises.

Although it was getting darker, Renee could make out the long staff with the red mushroom on top. The mushroom seemed to be almost heart shaped, with a little eye in it, and the eye seemed to be weeping a solitary tear.

"Well, gee, this might seem like a lot of fun to you," Renee said to Larry, "but that part of you sure doesn't seem to like it. I mean, it looks like it's crying."

"Yeah, well, there's a good reason for that," Larry smiled, letting go of his throbbing cock. "You see, it needs attention from a girl. If it gets that, it'll stop crying."

"Really?" Renee asked, completely absorbed in the sight of the solid meat. "I'm a girl. Maybe I could give it the attention it needs, and then it'll stop crying."

"Gee, wouldja?" Larry Hunter asked.

"Sure," Renee nodded. "What do I have to do?"

"Well, to start with," Larry murmured, "you don't wanna get your dress dirty, so take it off."

Renee thought about it for a moment, and realized Larry was right. Her mother would kill her if she saw dirt smudged on her new pink dress. At Larry's insistence she also removed her undershirt and panties. After all, he was completely naked, and Renee reasoned he was probably naked so he wouldn't get any of his clothing dirty.

The young girl caught the tripped-out Larry staring at her. Even through the haze, he could see what a lovely tan body Renee had. Her breasts had not yet started to swell, but there was the promise of more than a handful, eventually. She had light tan nipples with tiny aureole. Her skin had no blemishes on it, mostly because she sunbathed on her roof every day, after summer school. Because Renee had no breasts to hide, she sunbathed without a top, but a white stripe across her hips let Larry know she wore the lower part of a bathing suit.

"Hey, you have something else," Renee said, kneeling between Larry's thighs and staring. "What's that funny looking sac hanging down under that other thing."

"The long, hard thing is my cock," Larry told her. "I feel all kinds of funny sensations in it, but it takes a girl to really bring all the feelings out of me. As for the hanging bag, that's my scrotum. It holds my balls."

"Why do you have balls?" Renee asked.

"My balls manufacture a special kind of syrup," Larry explained. "The syrup, inside me, causes me to have these funny feelings. It has to come out."

"Well, gosh, how does it come out?" Renee wanted to know.

"It takes a little time," Larry told her, "But I'll show you what to do. Then you can go ahead and do it. Okay?"

"Okay," Renee nodded. "What do I do, first?"

"First, you have to come down here and sit in my lap," Larry told her.

"Hey, I hope this doesn't take too long," Renee said. "I mean, I have to get to my Aunt Betty's house."

"Don't worry, it won't take long at all," Larry assured her. He reached out taking the little girl's hand, and bringing her down into his lap. She automatically wound her arms around his neck to keep from falling any further, nestling her undeveloped nipples against his hairy chest. Her head rested against his forearm, which he tilted back a little, thereby making her tilt her face up. And then he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her.

Renee felt his lips clamp on hers, and thrilled when his wet, liqueous tongue wormed its way into her mouth and began playing around inside. She responded by slashing at this tongue with her own. It was an automatic response.

When his mouth pulled away from hers, she asked, "What's that funny taste in your mouth?"

Larry, elated the girl wasn't shocked by the kiss, held up what was left of his cigarette and said, "It's his, pretty girl. Want to try it?"

"Gee, ma told me tobacco is bad. I should never use it."

"This isn't tobacco," Larry assured her. "You'll like it. Go on and try it."

So Renee let him put the weed between her lips. She didn't know what to do, and waited for Larry, who said, "Suck on it, and when you feel the smoke coming out, swallow it into the pit of your stomach. It's fun, you'll see."

The girl sucked in the smoke and held it in her stomach a long time before it came drifting out of her. By then, it had already started taking effect. She felt Larry smoothing a hand along the shapely swell of her calf, to the back of her knee, lightly caressing her skin all the way. The tingling pressure of his fingers was sensually exciting to the young girl. She became tense, the cords in her thighs tightening as he touched them. Her breath began quickening.

Larry took a final puff from the cigarette, then threw it away, after spitting on it to make sure it was out. Then Renee felt him move his hands along her tender loins again, parting her thighs and massaging the flesh inside. He led her small hand down, to feel his big cock, as he called it. She smiled as her thumb and forefinger gripped the corona. Then her fingers slid down its length until she could feel his balls with her reaching fingertips. The scrotum felt funny with all its wrinkles and its hair. He had a lot of black, bushy hair at the base of his cock, too. Her own pelvis had the faintest hint of black down.

"Hey, what's your name?" Larry asked, kissing her lips again.

"I'm Renee Pembroke," she answered.

"Are you Harriet Pembroke's daughter?"

Renee nodded.

Wow! Larry thought. First the mother, now the daughter.

"You're a terrific kid, Renee," Larry told her. "And now we're gonna take care of that swelling inside me. Okay?"

"Okay?" she agreed, totally trusting. "How do we do it?"

"Well," Larry told her, "I'll do most of the work. I'll fuck you, and that'll take the hot syrup out of me."

"What do you mean by 'fuck'?" she asked, naively.

"You'll see," he gasped, clutching her girlish body tightly to him, running his hand over her soft, tan thighs, possessively moving his fingers over her bumcheeks as he kissed her. This time Renee's mouth gladly opened to taste his, writhing to the pressure of his fingers over her ribs, her belly, and the front of her thighs. The girl wiggled and writhed in Larry Hunter's lap, making him hotter with each passing moment. Now he was sorry he had started with the marijuana, because it seemed to dull his senses a little. This was why he had found it so difficult to pull off when Renee had stumbled onto him.

Mother and daughter had totally different bodies. To Larry Hunter, Harriet Pembroke's body, all white, plump, and round, had been the most thrilling thing he had ever known. But Renee seemed a totally different breed of animal. She was tan where her mother was white, except for the white strip around her loins. Her mother had dark brown hair, and Renee had black hair. Harriet, had immense, almost bloated tits, and Renee, still undeveloped, had no tits to speak of. Harriet's flesh felt like foam rubber. Renee's flesh was like smooth satin. There was no doubt the little girl was naturally sensual. Each little movement made her hot little cunt a bit wetter, and it caused Larry's hard cock to wildly shudder. Just looking at the young girl made Larry's breath wad up his throat.

Larry reached down and caressed her knees, and then her calves. Renee's marvelously shaped legs intrigued him. Her mother's thighs were a bit chunky, but Renee had nice, slender thighs.

Renee didn't know why she felt as she did, but it was all so strange. The puff of that funny cigarette made her feel as if she were floating, and she tried to ignore the tingling sensations of the man's hands as they roamed all over her excited young body.

Her own hands were touching him, smoothing their way along his shoulders, feeling the firm muscles in his arms. Renee had to admit she liked being in the arms of a man. She wondered why her mother didn't go out with men. After all, something like this was nice, and Renee was certain Harriet would have loved it.

The young girl's eyes sparkled with carnal desire. She looked up into the handsome face of the man holding her, and said, "I don't know what you mean by 'fuck'. But before you do it, would it be okay for me to touch you a little?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so," Larry nodded. "But be real careful. I'm very delicate there, you wouldn't wanna hurt me."

"Gosh no, of course not," Renee agreed.

Rolling out of Larry's lap, onto the warm, grassy ground, Renee got up on her hands and knees and crawled between Larry's thighs. She was glad she had taken his advice and removed her clothing. The grass and the dirt would have really stained her dress.

The young girl's hands gripped Larry's throbbing cock as she stared at it. It was almost completely dark out, now, so she couldn't see the waffling of veins running through his penis. But she was able to watch the way his red dome flexed, swelled, and oozed out another drop of lubricant. Watching it, she kept thinking his penis was crying for some reason or other.

"Poor cock," she whispered, her hot breath unintentionally blowing all over it. "It seems so lonesome and sad."

Her hands petted the penis, fondling it lightly, her fingers touching the "teardrops" and smearing them all over the shuddering staff. She loved the heated feel of the hard pole. The masculine essence rising from his groin had the young girl completely entranced.

"Ooooooh!" Larry gasped. "You have one nice touch. You keep that up and you'll drive me up a tree."

"You really like it?" the innocent young girl asked, her dark eyes filling themselves with the sight of his engorged penis as her hand continued caressing the solid, rigid shaft.

"You keep up what you're doing, and that cock'll melt in your hands," Larry gasped. "Ohhhhhh you have such great hands. I'll bet your cunt is even better."

"My what?" Renee asked.

"I really don't know what you're talking about," Renee insisted, still staring at his throbbing prick while continuing to caress it.

"I'm… uhhhhhh… talking about that sweet hole between your legs. You know, your cunt."

"You mean my vagina," Renee corrected. "What has my vagina to do with all this?"

"Well," Larry gasped, as her hand rose and covered the top of his shuddering cock, feeling the oily liquid seeping out of the eyelike slit, "when I fuck you, I put my cock inside your vagina."

"Really?" Renee was astonished by his reply. It was naughty to even touch herself there and what Larry was saying was even naughtier.

"Sure! That's why men have cocks and women have cunts. If a man's cock swells up, he sticks it in a cunt and keeps moving it around until the syrup comes out. And if a woman feels all funny inside, the syrup from a man's cock is usually just the thing she'll need to calm her down." Larry's pulse throbbed furiously. The burning ache in his cock was consuming his body.

Renee stared at the massive organ, wondering how such a thick pole could fit into her tiny, narrow vagina. There had to be a way, otherwise Larry would never have told her this. But the girl's little slit was practically writhing like crazy at the thought. Her tan little hand continued stroking the wet phallus, drawing the loose outer skin up and down. It seemed huge to try and force into her narrow vaginal orifice. She imagined the way it would feel, stretching her tiny hole open.

"Are you sure this is supposed to go into my vagina?" Renee asked. "I mean, it looks awfully big."

"Don't worry," Larry assured her. "It'll slide right in after I push it a little."

"I… don't know," Renee said, trembling a little.

"Well you can make things easier," Larry assured her. "If you lick it all over with your tongue first, and give it a good coating of saliva, it'll be nice and slippery, and you'll see, it'll shoot right in."

"Are you sure?" Renee asked.

"There's only one way to be really sure," Larry said to her. "You have to lick it and suck it."

Renee looked into Larry's spaced-out eyes. In the darkness she was unable to see the anxiety as Larry willed her to believe him.

Renee hesitated, and then driven by curiosity she was leaning down, breathing heavily, letting the air from her nostrils tickle his cock and ruffle his pelvic hair. The girl forced her tiny pink tongue out of her mouth and used it to flick away another "teardrop" as it came out of his penis.