Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2022 17:15:24 +0000 (UTC) From: Lacey Femme Subject: Free Haircuts, chapter 7 [Please read the disclaimer in chapter 1 if you haven't already. Since you've come this far, please consider sending me your comments at laceyfemme@yahoo.com, or making a donation to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/ .] "Oh, fuck, ... yeahh ..." I started hearing Mr. Thompson's moans as I got closer to the front of the beauty salon. It was in a tone I heard a lot at the gloryhole, so I knew what was going on. Rosie had told me to come on out whenever I was ready, anyway. I walked on up the hallway. Rosie was sitting in one of the chairs, and sure enough she was sucking off Mr. Thompson. He seemed to be enjoying it, just like he always did with me. This was actually the first time I had seen an adult man or woman giving a blowjob, although I had seen a few younger teens sucking cocks at the park summer program. I had begin to wonder if kids did all or nearly all of the cocksucking in the entire world. It was difficult for me to imagine most adults as cocksuckers, my mom for example. But here was Rosie, sucking on Mr. Thompson's cock like it was actually a perfectly normal, healthy thing for an adult to do. Mr. Thompson was holding her head with both hands, thrusting into her mouth like he was already pretty close to cumming. That was possible, since I had spent some time talking with Ryan in the back. I could see that Rosie was sucking hard and doing her best to make Mr. Thompson cum quickly. "Uh, Tina." Mr. Thompson saw me, but neither he or Rosie seemed like they cared. "Oh, Rosie went ahead and decided, oh, to take my load this time, uh..., since it looked like you and Ryan needed more time together ... yes, yesss ..." He thrust harder and faster, like men do when they're almost there, and then pulled Rosie's face all the way up into his crotch and held her there while he groaned and shot his load. I could see Rosie swallowing Mr. Thompson's cum like she was used to it, and I wondered when and where she had gotten her training as a cocksucker. It was different to see two grown-ups behave like that together, instead of me sucking cock and being watched and photographed myself. But it didn't seem perverted or unnatural in any way. Mr. Thompson and Officer Roberts had already told me that adults had sex with each other, even if it sometimes caused problems. They pulled apart like they had things to do. Mr. Thompson pulled his pants up, and Rosie wiped her face and licked her lips. Neither seemed embarrassed to have been caught by a nine-year-old, at least not by me. "Maybe you can go develop the film now without cumming all over it" Rosie said to Mr. Thompson. "I'll help Tina clean up and see how she's doing after everything today." "OK. There are so many rolls it may take a while." Mr. Thompson headed back down the hall with a plastic bag of what must have been the film. I hadn't thought about it, but it would make sense for them to have a darkroom here, since they took so many pictures. My dad always complained about how expensive it was to get film developed at the drugstore. "Just look at you, Tina." Rosie led me to a chair and sat me down. The cum was starting to dry all over my face and hair, and looking in the mirror I saw my makeup really was a total mess. Rosie gently washed my face and removed the makeup, and then washed and shampooed my hair. We talked while she worked. I was losing track of how often she was having to do this. "You really could be an outstanding child model if that's what you want, you know. That was just fantastic for your first throat fuck. The magazine will be great and get lots of men very excited." "Thanks." "Sorry to keep asking, but you really do like this, don't you?" "Um, yes." "You don't just do it to because you feel like you have to now, or you'll get in trouble if you stop?" "No, I really do like it. Especially now that we've found out what makes my clit hard and I'm having dry orgasms. Why do you, Mr. Thompson, and Officer Roberts keep asking me this?" "It's called 'consent.' What we do with you, I mean for you, has to be something that you really want and need, part of the normal and healthy development that's right for you. We feel responsible for that, but it can be difficult because your needs are so, um, unique for a nine-year-old. It would be one thing if you dad had you play little league for a season and you didn't like it, but this is different." "Thanks, but I really will tell you if something seems uncomfortable or hurts me. Honest" Rosie accepted that, and went on working. "Why are you making me up again? Will you want me back at the gloryhole? There can't be many more customers after the big session I had with so many men after lunch." "No, I don't think so. But you're here all day on Tuesdays and you're still on the cock, I mean clock until the end of the afternoon. It's still only three thirty"--time had flown!--"and Andrea would like to see you again. You can just relax for a bit. There, what do you think?" Rosie stepped away and I saw myself in the mirror. My makeup was a lighter shade with much less eye shadow and mascara, more like something a nine-year-old girl might actually do if she was trying to look pretty. The choker had been replaced by a little rhinestone necklace, and I realized that Rosie had braided my hair in the back while we were talking and I hadn't even noticed. "Um, I do look cuter now if that's what you want. Do you have a pair of braces for me to wear, too?" Rosie laughed and mock-slapped my shoulder. "No, but you need a different robe." She took me over to the clothes closet again and picked out a knee-length terrycloth bathrobe. Changing into it, I realized that cum was nearly dripping off the robe I had worn earlier, thanks mostly to the two men who had shot off all over me at the end of the last session without paying very much attention to their aim. But wearing robes with these outfits did help keep the rest of my lingerie from getting messed up too quickly, and it all looked reasonably OK even after servicing so many men so far. "You look very young and sweet. See if you can work on acting a little younger and sweeter, too." Huh? So Rosie walked me back to the mock bedroom one more time, even if I certainly knew the way there myself by now. "I guess we really should check this." Rosie had me stand up against the door frame of the room, just like my mom or dad did when they wanted to measure me. "You're fine, even after adjusting for the heels." I turned around and looked at a door. There were a pair of pencil lines in the frame, labeled "teen" and "adult." I didn't understand. "What's that?" "We try to set some limit on how big you need to be before you start fucking, just to keep men from getting carried away too soon. Losing your virginity and getting fucked the first few times will hurt some, and that makes it more memorable in a way, I guess. But of course we don't want it hurting too much or actually injuring you. So these are rough guidelines on how tall you need to be." "Kind of like getting to ride Space Mountain at Disneyland?" Rosie laughed. "Yes, except that you're the ride! You're up to here in your heels"--she pointed to a spot above the "adult" line--"but you would be about midway between the two lines barefoot. You'll be fine this afternoon." She winked at me. I felt butterflies, even after all those months at the gloryhole, and then modeling for the magazine with so many different men and Ryan earlier today. "I guess I really am still a virgin, even after sucking cocks for hundreds and hundreds of different men already, aren't I?" "Yes, but nothing lasts forever. Just relax!" Rosie was teasing me, but I could tell it was to help me get ready for this. Then she left me alone. There was a bit of a wait, maybe while Rosie was touching up Andrea or something else was going on. I actually played with the toy cars and read the comic books in the room to try to keep from getting nervous. Time just drags when there's nothing to do and you're not certain what's happening next. It was something like waiting for an appointment at the doctor's. ************* I heard footsteps in the hall and saw Rosie at the door. And then I saw--I saw an older boy dressed in lingerie and made up like a teen girl. "Tina, this is Andrea. You met earlier, but you can spend some time getting better acquainted now if you'd like." "Sure, Rosie." Andrea looked at me and smiled. Then Rosie left us, just like that. It was like a blind playdate, with Andrea and me standing there and me not knowing what to do at all. We looked at each other. He, I mean she, was older and bigger than I was, maybe about a foot taller, in an outfit that was much more grown-up looking and hotter than mine. She was wearing a red satin robe with a red lace bustier underneath, a garter belt, bikini panties, red patterned fishnets, and open toe high heels. She was wearing the long red gloves I had felt stroking my clit earlier today, and was holding a medium-size red purse. And lastly she was wearing a long black wig, with her nails and face done in matching, dark purple and magenta colors. I think that's the name for the shade. I'm just a kid and don't understand fashion or make up at all yet, but everything she wore went together and looked very hot on her. Andrea was looking at me, too. She must have also been a bit shy, but spoke first. "Maybe we could sit down?" We sat on the same side of the little twin bed, about two feet apart, and at an angle so we were halfway facing each other. Now what? "We actually know each other already. I'm Andrew." Oh! He was the teen counselor-in-training for my group at the park summer program! That meant he must be 15 or 16, and either a tenth or eleventh grader. Maybe she thought that would give us something in common to talk about, but it really didn't help. High school students were little gods to a kid my age. We normally wouldn't have two words to say to each other, or be expected to. But here we were, so I tried. "I didn't know you dressed up like this." Wearing lingerie might be the one thing we had in common. "Why would you? I just know about you because the head counselor's told me not to worry about your absences." That was a little embarassing. Here was someone in my life who actually did know I was cocksucker without me knowing they did, although Rosie was right that it had nothing to do with the ads or me making magazines. Knowing each other and being a little closer in age really didn't make it any easier to get acquainted with Andrea, even if Rosie wanted us to. Thinking of Rosie suddently made me realize that there weren't any cameras in the room taking pictures of us with lots of older men and their hard cocks, but that didn't make it easier, either. It made it different. And it made me worry a lot more about messing up, especially since I really didn't know what it was I was supposed to be doing. I kept trying. "You look nice in red like that with the matching makup. I just started dressing up yesterday and my little clit has been hard ever since. Does it stay that way for you all the time?" "No, eventually you start to get used to looking and feeling like this. I've been dressing up for my dad and a few of his friends for maybe three or four years. I still really like it, but now it's a little more just what we do." "With your dad?" I couldn't imagine that in my family. "Yeah, I know that you got started here at the barbershop, but I've always been more sheltered than that. It's a long story, but let me explain. It will be something to talk about." "It started when my dad surprised me while I was jacking off to a pinup magazine one day when I was twelve." Andrea keep on talking, and I was glad about that. "I was really embarassed, of course, but my dad said it was perfectly natural. He said he jacked off himself, that all men did. Nothing to be ashamed about. He said we could even do it together, and he could teach me some things so we'd both have fun." "I was already turned on and didn't mind, so he sat down right next to me on the bed and took out his cock. I had seem him before a few times in the bathroom, and was always amazed by how big he was. Even soft. Now he started stroking himself, and I watched his cock get even bigger. He was easily more than twice as long as me, and wasn't even completely hard yet. And so thick, too...I couldn't keep my eyes off him." "Yeah, I love big adult cocks, too." I thought back to Ryan. "But my dad doesn't look that large when I see him. Really not much bigger than me." "Oh. But anyway, he saw I was watching him, and smiled. He asked me if he could hold and stroke my cock to show me how to do it right, and I let him. Then he put my hand on his cock and held it there. Like this." Andrea started stroking herself with my hand inside of hers, and I could feel her getting bigger and harder. She kept on talking while we played that way. "Dad and I both came before too long. It had been fun, but we went on with the day as if nothing much had happened. But dad wanted to do it again a few days later, and so did I. It went on that way for a couple of weeks, until I got really, really good at masturbating him." "After that, he brought in a couple of magazines of men and boys fucking and sucking each other and asked me if I wanted to try some of that. I did, and I liked feeling my dad's cock pulse and shoot in my mouth even more than in my hand. Pretty soon I was doing nearly all of the sucking, and dad was doing most of the cumming." "Then he asked if we could try fucking. Of course he meant him fucking me, not the other way around. The pictures in the magazines made me really horny to try it, very curious and eager to have his cock up inside me like that. He did his best to play with me and loosen me up before we fucked, but it still hurt the first few times before it started feeling better. Then it kept getting better and better, until after a while he was able to make me cum from just getting fucked." "Really? How?" Nobody had told me that, yet. I was getting so interested in listening to Andrea I had almost forgotten I was stroking her, but then I realized she was getting at lot harder. She must really enjoy talking about her times with her dad. "You can cum if a cock rubs you just the right way inside during fucking. It's called a sissygasm, at least for boys and men who like dressing up like us. It takes practice, and it's not as easy as just jacking off so you probably won't have one right away. It's a deeper feeling, rising and rising in waves for a long time until you finally orgasm. And then you can keep playing and feeling good that way without having to take a break, cumming over and over." I was amazed. I had just had my first dry orgasm yesterday, and Andrea had made me cum by sucking my clit barely an hour ago. And there was more??? "I was hooked right away when I started cumming like that. Playing with dad went from something that was fun and exciting to something I just really, really, really needed to do. Dad liked it too, of course, and he was doing me one or twice every day before too long. But he couldn't quite keep up, and he told me it was starting to bother mom. She was just plain getting jealous at how much dad was fucking me, even though she already knew about dad and me and had been OK with it before." "So mom got me this nice vibrating dildo, very realistic and a little bigger than dad. I really enjoyed it and got to playing with it almost every day, all evening after I finished my homework and most of the afternoons on weekends. I got even better at having longer and deeper sissygasms, especially with the vibrator on." Andrea was rock hard. "Tina, you'll make me cum already. I can't get this far ahead of you. Let's take a minute to show you." She moved my hand away, and she reached down and looked around her purse. She pulled out a small clear bottle of something and a small pink rubber cock. It wasn't that big, not as big as the cocks on grown-up men I was used to sucking. But I realized it must be the 'dildo' thing that Andrea was talking about. "Take off your robe and lay down." Andrea squirted a clear liquid from the bottle into her hand, and rubbed it around on her fingers. She rubbed the liquid around the crack of my butthole; it was cold and a new feeling for me. Then she poked one of her fingers right up inside of me, and it was too big at first and a little uncomfortable. But she worked the liquid up inside of me, first with one finger and than with two. I tried to relax, and in a minute I didn't feel so stretched out any more. Andrea stopped, and I looked up and saw her spreading more of the liquid on the dildo. Then she moved it up to my butthole and pushed. "Ow!" It did hurt, but not that much once it was in. "I'll stop for a second. Just keep relaxed." After a minute Andrea started pushing the dildo into and out of me, just a little. It felt good, even if it still hurt a little bit at the same time. "So that's what mom bought for me so I wouldn't be so demanding on dad. Maybe you can just play with it while I go on talking." "Like I said, I spent more and more time fucking myself with the dildo and getting better and better at making myself cum. Mom started to worry she had created a monster, and that I was spending too much time alone and not getting out to make any friends. She tried buying me a larger size, but that just made things worse." I kept playing with the dildo while listening to Andrea. I was starting to feel a little tickle back behind my clit, especially if I rocked my hips back and forth just the right amount in time with the dildo. "So one weekend afternoon I had just started fucking myself with the dildo, looking forward to enjoying the afternoon that way as usual. But it must have been noisier than I realized. Dad knocked on my door, and told me that I should come downstairs and join him with his friends watching football on TV. I was a little surprised at that and nervous, but dad told me it would be fine, and that I didn't need to get dressed and could bring along the dildo if I wanted. I hadn't even started cumming yet, so I was hot enough to do what he asked. I sat down on the floor in front of the TV, like kids usually do when adults have taken all the chairs. It didn't take long before before I was fucking myself with the dildo again, just laying back in front of the men and enjoying the feeling. Soon I was cumming like they weren't even there." I was feeling better and better myself, going a little deeper and faster with the dildo while trying to rock my hips to get more of that feeling, raising myself up off the bed more and more... "My eyes were closed, but I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over and one of my dad's friends was next to me, leaning back on the floor with his legs spread wide. He was stroking his cock, which was pretty big and hard already." "I knew what he wanted, and I was really, really turned on by then. So I rolled onto my stomach, and moved over so my head was between his legs. I steadied myself with my hands on his thighs and started sucking his cock. The dildo was still vibrating inside of me, and it felt really, really good. And it felt even better to be doing this by complete surprise while other people were watching me, somehow." "I was really enjoying sucking him as he got even bigger and harder, and then I felt another pair of hands on my hips lifting me up onto my knees. I felt the dildo being pulled out of me, but then a couple of fingers replaced it in my ass. I had lubed myself up pretty well, so they just slipped right into me and I felt them move back and forth. When he was done with that, the man took hold my hips and pressed his cock and the rest of his body up against my ass and back. Then he was fucking me deep and hard without any warning. I was loose and hot enough to be ready, and I just enjoyed the feeling and kept sucking on the other hard cock in my mouth." Andrea just kept looking at me and smiled as she went on with her story. I could tell how much she enjoyed turning me on as I listened and played with the dildo. I spread my legs further apart and lifted up my knees, to which made it easier to fuck myself with the dildo and push back up off the bed against it. "The cock in my mouth came first, and the one in my ass not much later. There was no way to keep track after that, but all four or five of my dad's friends either fucked me or had me suck their cocks, or both." "Things eventually did slow down. At the end I remember laying down, resting my head and shoulders on the floor, while I got fucked in the ass one last time. Then I heard my mother say 'So you went ahead and did it.' I looked up and saw her standing in the doorway while my dad replied 'Yeah, we did.' Then I remembered that she had taken my little sister to a birthday party earlier, and that my sister would be spending the rest of the day and night away for a sleepover. So my mom and dad must have set this up for me all along. But I knew how she had started to get worried about all of the time I had been spending by myself with the dildo, so it wasn't that much of a surprise." The vibrating dildo felt so good inside me that I wasn't really following Andrea's story very closely anymore. The feeling behind my clit just kept rising and rising, like one of those optical illusions where a stairway closes back on itself and keeps going up and up without ever going down. And Andrea's story had gotten me turned on even more. And I could see that her clit was still really hard from telling me her story, too. "Can you fuck me, Andrea? I think I really need it now." Andrea smiled and climbed over between my legs. This wasn't how she had described fucking to me, but I guess I was doing everything on my back today. I pulled out the dildo and tossed it aside, then took my arms out of the way so Andrea could lay down on top me. She found my hole and we started fucking, with my legs way up nearly over her shoulders and my arms wrapped around her back. She bent down and started kissing me. I really had no idea how to kiss--strange after having sucked so many cocks already--but I opened my lips and let her push her tongue down into my mouth. That seemed to be the basic idea. She fucked me hard and it hurt at the end of each stroke, but it also felt very good and I just tried to fuck and kiss back at Andrea the best I could. She was right, this feeling was a lot deeper and stronger than playing with my clit. And it wasn't just how my body felt, either. Andrea started fucking me even faster and came in me before too long, but that was OK. I hadn't cum, but that was OK, too. I hadn't even known it was possible to cum this way half an hour ago. Andrea rested on top of me just a bit longer, and we kissed a little more. "Did you cum?" "Um, no. It felt really good, but I guess it takes more practice." "Let me help." Andrea got down between my legs and sucked me off again. She was so good that I didn't last much longer than the earlier time, but it was still fantastic. I knew that I would need more of this, now and then--not only for me, but especially to remind me how good I made men feel when I sucked their cocks. Then we lay down side by side, and we smiled, hugged, tickled, and kissed a little more in a softer way. It was very sweet. I didn't quite get what we were doing now after both of us had cum, or even why Andrea had seem to care about making me cum after she fucked me and came inside me. But Rosie had told me I should try to be a little sweeter... "So where were we?" Andrea smiled. "We haven't even gotten to my dressing up, yet." "Servicing my dad's friends like that quickly got to be a regular event. The third or fourth time, one of them brought out some stockings, a garter belt, and a pair of panties, and said I should put them on. It seemed a little weird, but everyone was watching and asking me to try. They talked me into it, and I liked how it looked and felt right way. Just like you, I imagine. Then everyone had me suck their cocks and fucked me, as I was already getting pretty used to by then." "Dressing up each week for them became a regular thing. Guys would bring what they wanted me to wear and I would put on a little fashion show while they watched, commented on how I looked, and stroked themselves to get hard. All sorts of clothing--lingerie like this, mini skirts with heels, little schoolgirl and maids outfits. Then they started wanting me to wear makeup and do my nails, but we didn't know what we were doing and made a real mess of it. Dad asked for mom's help to make me up before his friends arrived, and it was much more convincing after that. Mom never participated or even watched us more than a couple of times, but she saw how much I liked and needed the full experience of dressing up, turning men on, and getting fucked over and over until I sissygasmed. So she let it go on, doing things with my little sister Sarah so they wouldn't be around while it was happening." "But it got harder to hide it once dad's friends started coming over to fuck me two or three weekdays, too. Sarah would see me change into sissy clothing and put on makeup after coming home from school some days, and then disappear into my room for several hours with two or three men. Mom told her that it was a new game I was playing, a little like her wearing her princess costume for birthday parties. She was curious and asked if she could play too, but Mom told her is was a special thing for me and she would need to be a little older. Both those things were true, I guess." "But after a while, mom and dad told me that Sarah was getting older, and that acting like this was some sort of deep, dark family secret was unhealthy, that this was nothing to be ashamed of or hide once she was old and big enough to begin to understand. So one evening after dinner, my dad pulled my head into his lap and had me suck his cock while the family was sitting around the TV watching a show. I heard my mom say 'it's OK, you can watch if you want to,' and I knew she was looking at us. Dad came in my mouth, and I lifted my head up off his cock and smiled at her with his cum on my lips. She was shy and looked away, but very curious and interested." Then Andrea broke off talking, and we went back to kissing. She held me tighter and began rubbing her hips against me. I felt her getting hard again, so I thought that maybe I understood why she had wanted to spend a little time just being close and talking. And hearing more of her story had certainly gotten me turned on again, too. I moved down the bed and sucked her clit. This was back to what I was used to, and I knew what she wanted and exactly what I was supposed to do. She lasted longer this time than she had when we fucked, but not that much longer. It felt so very good to feel her pulse and then cum in my mouth, just like it always did. We kissed a little more and it seemed like she enjoyed tasting her own cum, which was new to me. But she pulled away after that, and didn't seem that interested in talking and cuddling anymore. "That was all wonderful, Tina. I wish I could stay longer, but I need to get ready for swim team practice now. I hope you enjoyed it, too." "Yeah, I did. You showed me lots of new things." "Being with someone else who likes dressing up?" "Yeah." "And also playing with dildos and fucking?" "Oh, yeah! That was the best, even if I didn't cum yet." Andrea smiled. "But all of that talking, kissing, and holding was new for me, too." I was suddenly shy again. "I guess it would be. Different from a gloryhole or modeling, isn't it?" "Um, yes. That's all just about me making men feel good and cum." "Well, you shouldn't worry about it if someone like me wants to make you feel good sometimes, too. It's not like we're falling in love or anything. But we can still play and just have fun, just like my sister Sarah and I do when I fuck her. You're so much like her, it's amazing. You're so young and sweet!" Oh. Now I get it... "I really need to go now. See you tomorrow at the park, Tina." "Bye, Andrea." Then it was just me alone. I remembered there was something I wanted to check before leaving. I took off my heels and walked over to the door. Rosie was right, I was just halfway between the "teen" and "adult" lines in my bare feet. Shoot, it would probably take me another year or two to get up to "adult." But Rosie had said it was just a guideline, anyway.