Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2014 14:35:44 -0400
From: Carl
Subject: Town Whore

Town Whore

Why are parents always the last to know? Maybe it's to ease the shock over
what their kids are actually up to. For others – like me – the
situation is more complicated – maybe even unique. I found out a little
while ago my daughter is the town whore, but I'm not necessarily ashamed of
it.

Naturally, I learned after everybody else. It seems she was "started" by
her stepfather - the dork who took replaced me in my exe's bed. A guy in
his late thirties, he took her cherry on her fourteenth birthday, with my
exe happily consenting, no less. Maybe it was mom's idea of a birthday gift
– or maybe it was intended to be a one time thing – but he kept doing
her till she got really broken in and enjoying it. He'd take them both to
bed, and had sense enough to fuck the mother first. After she went asleep
all contented like, he'd roll over and quietly plug into my daughter's
eager pussy, and give her those long smooth fucks she soon learned to
favor. For what it's worth, those same smooth kind of fucks were my
specialty, but my exe liked rough ones better. I guess he did both!

No question, that fucker had a great thing goin'. You'd kind of expect it,
though,with a cock the size of his.  How do I know about that? Well, our
town's undertaker is a good friend, and happened to mention it after the
guy fell asleep at the wheel of his pickup, hit a tree, and killed
himself. My friend pumped up his dick with embalming fluid, just to see how
big it could get. He might have got too much juice into it, but he said the
dick really was a whopper. So it's no surprise why she turned nympho. Her
tight little nooky was getting drilled and thrilled regularly at a nice
early age.

The two ladies mourned for a while, but 'Moms' soon found another goombah
to fill her twat. This time, though, the daughter didn't join in. Instead,
she launched her own town search for someone who could do her like the
recently deceased. As she fucked her way through the our menfolk, word
spread quickly, and her reputation was born.

Since price was seldom an issue, maybe the "town whore" bit is a bit
overdone. In fact, the first fuck with any new guy was free for the asking.
A second fuck – when there was reason for one – could definitely be
negotiated, depending, I guess, on the client's prior performance.  What it
boiled down to was an all-out hunt for the biggest cock in town, that could
provide long, slow fucks. When that happened, she could have multiple
orgasms, which is, probably, what it was all really about.

The evening I found out, I was hiking alone on a hill outside town –
part of my 'keeping fit' routine. I spied her in the bushes, getting fucked
by a local firehouse regular, a guy named Paulie, who I always thought was
a dumb ass. On our municipal payroll, he'd sit for hours on a folding chair
outside the town's firehouse, commenting on this and that, and anyone
passing by. He was a wiry little guy, with a big adam's apple, and a loud,
whiny voice. Kinda like a little rat terrier, barking at everything he saw.

But here he was, pile-driving away on my daughter, packing enough meat to
make a girl either hurt or thoroughly happy.  As he fucked, true to form,
he yakked away, but at my distance, I couldn't make anything out.  To say I
was surprised is an understatement. Sexual prowess was not something I'd've
ever connected to either of them. His bony ass looked like a boy's, except
for the hairy crack. It bobbed up and down between her wide apart legs,
moving slowly, with obvious skill. Sneaking closer, I could see her glowing
face, and hear his cackling. I guess he interpreted that sweet smile as a
signal to switch into corkscrew motion, which gave me an better view of
their connecting genitals. His sizable balls rolled gently across her ass
cheeks, even more to her liking.

I was disturbed, of course – yes – but not so much that I wanted to
intervene. After all, it's not often that you get to see people copulating
in front of your eyes. She seemed enthralled by his fat pole and technique.
Somehow, the guy's wise-ass attitude, started to make a more sense. I
wondered how many other ladies had found out this noisy little runt could
fuck them silly. I wondered, too, what he might say if he knew I was
standing here watching, playing with myself.

As can happen in situations of this sort, I was getting pretty stiff. When
she put both hands on his scrawny shoulders to steady herself for his
corkscrew thrusts, my own stroking went into overdrive. I quickly realized
I might come before they did, so I backed off. But when she started
gasping, I resumed action, and, with my gaze locked on his gyrating
buttocks, I opted to 'let 'er rip'.

I staggered back slightly as I came, and stepped on a fallen branch.  It
snapped..

My daughter looked up, instantly spotting me. "DADDY!" she screamed.

"Sweetheart", I answered stupidly, knowing she caught me with dick in
hand. "You're breaking my heart" I lied, unable to say for sure what I was
thinking.

"Hmmph!" the little pipsqueak sneered, recognizing me. "Looks more like
she's poppin your wad, if you ask me."

I ignored him "Does your mother know what you're doing - running off to the
bushes with a guy twice your age – maybe more? How much is he paying
you?"

"You got it wrong, Buster. I'm not payin' her. She's payin me. I'm the
'pro' here."

I looked at him. A dark hairy carpet ran all the way down his scrawny chest
to the big red dick, which hadn't even begun to sag. Then I looked at
her. "Is that true?"

She nodded, somewhat smugly, as if to tell me I'm not much of a factor in
her world anymore. "How much?" I persisted.

"Fifty bucks," he boasted, "Five bucks an inch and worth every penny."

Still ignoring him, I asked "Where do you get that kind of money?"

"Where do you think, numbnuts." he answered. "She whores for it, so she can
pay my price. I got other clients beside her. The trouble is, she's ain't
got no decent place to go. We can't do it in the firehouse. Too many guys
around. Somma them might get pissed, or want a piece themselves.  And some
are my clients, anyway.

"You're bisexual?" I said.

"Well now, since you pry.... I fuck for cash, and will take on whoever
waves some bills at me. One's money is as good as another. I stand at the
urinals, working my wang long after I finish pissing. One of the newbies
lines up next to me, I make it easy for him to see what I got. Sometimes
it's love at first sight. Once their hooked, they stay hooked. They can
even go off on their honeymoon, but when they get back, it's business as
usual - and tax-free for me! So - you mind if we finish up here, so I can
get paid and get the hell outa here?"

He turned to my daughter and said, "This is the last time we fuck in the
forest. Gotta find a private place, somewhere. This is what happens when
you go screw in the woods."

"What's wrong with your place?" I asked.

"I live with my mother."

"Oh!" was all I said. I wondered how much she knew about her son, or how
much she didn't want to know, or if she even knew the size of the cock on
him, and whether she was proud of that. I was still rather aroused. "You
mind if I hang and watch?" I said. "I'm no bother. I'll be your lookout!"

"Hell no! Not for free! Shit no! Pay first, and keep your trap shut.  How
much you wanna put up?"

I thought for a moment. I hadn't been this hot in quite some time. "Twenty"
I offered.

"Twenty???? C'mon. Jeez....you can do better than that - watching your
pretty little girl getting fucked by a nice big one, and jerkin' off over
it?" He grabbed his rigid shaft and swabbed the head of it against her
reddened labia and clit.

I upped the ante. "OK – forty, and my lips are sealed."

"Fifty, and I don't give a shit what you say, or who you tell. It'll be
your own funeral if you're that dumb ." He turned to my daughter. "You OK
with this, baby?"

She responded by spreading her cuntlips with both hands.

"Oh...My!" he said enthusiastically.

"OK" I agreed, and began squeezing some life back into my softened penis.

"Hold on to me, Daddy", my daughter requested, as he reentered. I got down
on my knees behind her head and cupped both shoulders. After a few wobbly
strokes, the fireman grabbed my arms for support. For the next few minutes,
we stared at each other, locked in this three-way embrace, with my
daughter's lovely legs wrapping around his ass. Nothing was said. His ten
inches sunk slowly in and out of her.

He saw my intense gaze, and snickered. "You like this, don't you?"

I took my time answering."Yeah", I finally admitted, after which he stuck
his tobacco-juiced tongue deep into my mouth and held it there while he
fucked. I felt my daughter fondling the head of my now hard penis. I thrust
forward some, and she grabbed it with both hands, and began a two handed
overhead jerkoff.

The fireman broke off the kiss, and sneered, showing his tobacco stained
teeth. "You're kinda hung there yourself, Buster."

My size was probably within an inch or so of him, but because I'm the
bigger guy, it didn't look it.

"Tell you what, buster. Gimme ten bucks more, and I'll fuck you too. Got a
special on today. Ever take it up the ass?"

"No, never."

That's too bad. It has possibiltities you never dreamed of. You might even
get to like my cock as much as she does. Let me stick my finger up and show
you."

"I'll do it, Paulie!" my daughter announced. "I'm right here. Wet my finger
for me."

Paulie chomped his tobacco a few times, then shaped his lips into an "O"
and guided her pointed finger into the whole. Holding her wrist, he guided
it in and out four times, to make sure it was good and wet. It came out
slimy brown, with a few flakes of tobacco adhering. As she struggled to get
it back down, without losing any juice, I lifted up and moved forward, so
that my ass was nearer her face.

That brought me within inches of Paulie's face. He grinned leeringly, stuck
out his tongue and held it there. On the tip there was another flake of
tobacco – apparantly a gift for me.

We both waited for her finger to find my hole, like two actors waiting for
the camera light to come on: Paulie leering broadly with his tongue
straight out , and me focusing on it.

When she entered, it felt so nice, I leaned in an inch and nipped Paulie's
tobacco flake between my lips. He retracted his tongue with a smirk, and
moved his head aside, close to my ear.

"You like that, doncha?" he whispered. I was startled by the fact he
whispered. I had never heard him whisper anything before. "I betcha I get
my big cock up your tight ass before the summer's out."

He waited for my response. When he got none, he tongued my earhole for a
while, then reverted back to his original task. "Well.... first things
first," he said, and resumed his slow gyrations in my daughter's cunt,
while she continued poking my asshole, and fondling my erect penis, which
bumped Paulie's hairy abdomen with every thrust he made.

Not another word was said, and our impromptu threesome turned out pretty
good. As far as I know, we all came.  Mine, being the second round, was not
so much. But his soaked her belly good. And my daughter seemed no less
happy or satisified than either of us.

After we pulled up our clothing, I doled out cash, and we all walked back
into town together. At its' edge, Paulie split, and I walked my daughter
home. We stood at her doorstep to kiss goodnight.

She laughed softly. "I can still smell his chew tobacco on your lips."

I shrugged in response.

She then turned serious. "I don't know what else to say, but thanks, Dad."

"Your welcome." I replied.

She looked deeply into my eyes. "Don't sell him short, dad. He's the best
fuck in town."

As I walked on alone, to my rooming house, the eyes welled a bit, but
overall, my mood was basically upbeat.