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Subject: {ASSM} Summer Solstice 2007 - The Apprentice by Rachael Ross (M/f, Oral, First)
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The Apprentice

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: M/f, Oral, First

Note: Written for the Summer Solstice Festival 2007 on ASSD! Thanks
Staya! -rr

The Apprentice
By Rachael



"Shoot." I looked down my street one way.

"Hmmph." I looked down my street the other way.

It was summertime and school was out a week before and I wanted a
pony. But that costs a lot of money, my dad said. So I'd asked my mom
how I could make some money for a pony and she'd said maybe a lemonade
stand would be a good idea. Since it was summer and all.

But I wasn't selling very much lemonade and it was going to be the
worst summer ever.

My street was empty, like everybody had moved away just five minutes
before I put my little table and chair out there on the sidewalk.
Everybody got together and said 'Let's move someplace else.'

And that thought made me frown.

People didn't like it when I frowned though, because I was too pretty
for that, or so they said. A pretty girl like me ought to be smiling
all the time. That's what they said, but where were they now? Working
I guess, like my mom and my dad, off making money so they could buy
useless stuff like cars and new refrigerators or something. Not ponies
though.

"Yep!" I said to myself, popping my P like it was bubblegum. A 13 year
old girl like me shouldn't be frowning. Not with my long strawberry
blonde hair and bluish green eyes. My dimpled cheeks and pert little
nose. A girl like me ought to be smiling and selling lemonade by the
gallon, don't you think?

So I decided to move my little table and chair and my big plastic jug
of ice cold lemonade, because Donald Trump had said on his TV show
that location was important. I didn't understand everything he said,
but I remembered that, and Donald Trump was rich and pretty cute, I
thought, except when I told my best friend Beth she'd made a face.

"Donald Trump? Ewwwwww...Stacy! He's old!" Beth had said and I'd sorta
shrugged and nodded and blushed a little.

But I still thought he was sexy. Old rich guys were sexy, my mom had
told me that once, when I'd asked her how come she'd married dad, even
though he was like 20 years older than her.

"Old rich guys are sexy, baby." Mom had said, giggling and drinking
her wine by the swimming pool.

I'd never forgotten that and I believed her too. Daddy spoiled her,
and me too, except he wanted me to earn some money to help pay for my
pony. Maybe daddy wasn't rich anymore. I started thinking about that
as I got my old red wagon out of the garage so I could carry my stuff
in it.

If dad couldn't afford a pony for me...Would mom look for another old
sexy guy? One who could buy me a pony without making me work for it?
But I loved my dad, even if he wasn't sexy anymore, I'd still love
him. He'd just be a poor guy. But maybe my mom wouldn't love him
anymore. Then she'd look for another guy, someone really old and sexy
probably, because my mom was over 30 already. So my new dad would have
to be like seventy probably and that was older than my grandpa was!

But I didn't think about that too much. It made me sad to think my dad
was poor and mom was going to find a different daddy for me. Even a
dozen ponies wouldn't have made me feel good about that. Probably if I
sold a lot of lemonade though, we could keep him. So that's what I was
going to do, since it was summer already and hot and people always
wanted fresh squeezed ice cold lemonade on hot summer days.

Right?

I just needed a better location was all.

So I walked down the sidewalk, pulling my little red wagon with my
table sitting on it sideways, my chair and plastic jug and little
glasses and jar of sugar on top of the table too. I had some napkins
and spoons and even a little sign I'd made myself.

My Black Betty's clopped on the cement and my short blue sailor skirt
swished around my pale thighs and I sorta pushed my boobs out under my
little red and white and blue halter top, cause they were brand new
and a little puffy and achy sometimes, but I was proud of them anyway.
Beth had boobs too, bigger than mine, and that hardly seemed fair. I
was a month older than her and all I had was little boobs. But they
were growing, so I was happy. I just wished they'd get bigger than
hers.

I figured down by the Seven Eleven would be good, cause there was a
lot of people there all the time. Except I wasn't really supposed to
go down there, since there was a tattoo parlor and a pool hall, and a
liquor store underneath the big Vietnamese massage parlor next to the
adult video arcade and bookstore. I wanted to go in there sometimes,
just to see if they had the new Dance Brat video game, cause it was
way fun, but I hardly ever got to play it cause it was all the way out
at the mall. I never got to do fun stuff.

But my mom said they had a lot of brats in that video arcade probably,
but no dancing games, she didn't think. I didn't understand my mom
sometimes. Daddy just told me straight out that all they had was boy
games in there and I wouldn't like it probably. That was one good
thing about my dad; he always answered my questions in ways I could
understand. Mom liked to tease me.

But there were a lot of people, mostly men just walking around, and
old ones too, except for the young ones, and there were a lot of
those. So I guess it just depended on how I wanted to think about it.
It's funny how you can see the world two or three or even six
different ways if you try hard enough, and sometimes even if you
don't.

I guess I liked to see the old guys more than the young guys. I wished
Donald Trump would come walking out of that Vietnamese massage parlor.
I could have used some help maybe, plus he was pretty sexy and rich.
He'd probably buy a glass of lemonade and maybe like it so much he'd
open up Lemonyade stands all across the country! I giggled, knowing I
was just daydreaming. Donald Trump probably got his massages in New
York, since he lived there.

I wished I lived there sometimes...Except I couldn't have a pony then.

I put my table up and put my chair behind it, and then I put my
plastic jug there, and it was heavy cause I had like 2 gallons of
lemonade in it, and I put my Dixie cups there and my little sign, just
folded up cardboard that said:

LEMONYADE! 25 Cents!

It was my idea to call it lemonyade instead of plain old lemonade like
everybody else could buy any old place. It made my lemonade special!

The Seven Eleven was like a big parking lot, so even though there were
a lot of people there, I set up by that adult video arcade. There was
a lot of people there too, walking in and out or just past it slowly,
looking around like maybe they'd lost a dog or a dollar some of them,
cause they looked down a lot. But mostly I just wanted to see if I
could hear the beating drums of that Dance Brat game, cause it was
unmistakable and if I heard it I just might spend one of my own
dollars to play it, just a little.

But only one dollar. My daddy said nobody ever got rich spending their
own money, just other people's.

"Hey little girl." A man said, just 5 minutes after I sat down and I
knew right then that Mr. Trump was right about location!

But I frowned a bit at being called little. I was a teenager already
and I had boobs too, he must have noticed cause he was staring at
them, but I pushed them out a little more just in case.

"Hi!" I smiled at him. "Do want to buy some lemonyade?"

"I sure would!" He nodded and he was fishing a quarter out of his
pocket. But his hand was in there a long time and I'd already poured
him a glass while he was still digging for it.

"I got change if you need it." I told him and he was a little red
faced, but still smiling and looking at me up and down, probably
realizing I wasn't a little girl at all.

"Ohhhh..." He breathed. "I bet you do!"

I giggled at him, wondering if he had a squirrel in his pocket or
something.

"How'd you like to make 25 dollars?" He asked me, kind of whispering
so I had to lean close.

"Yeah, sure!" I smiled. "You need a babysitter or something?"

"I need something, yeah...Come over here..." He glanced at the alley
between the bookstore and the liquor store.

"Uh..." I frowned a little, thinking maybe someone might steal my
lemonade. "Someone might steal my lemonade."

"Nooo...no...Not around here." He chuckled, taking me by the hand, and he
was still looking for that quarter with the other one.

I shrugged, but I was a little confused too. And when the man finally
pulled his hand out of his pocket he had twenty five dollars there,
just like he'd promised. He pushed them into my hand and the bills
were sort of wrinkled and damp. But it was twenty five whole dollars!

"Here now...Put your hand here..." He was unzipping his pants and I stared
at him, my mouth open like I was trying to catch flies. My mom hated
it when I did that.

"What are you doing?" I stared at him. "You can't pee here!"

"Heh...Cute...grab it, baby...hold my dick..." He was pulling my hand to his
penis and I'd been told before not to touch a stranger there, well not
anywhere really, but especially there. And I don't mean the alley, you
know.

But he'd just given me twenty five dollars, so he wasn't really a
stranger, was he? I wasn't sure. It was weird, I knew that, but I
wasn't gonna make that much money selling lemonade unless I sold like
4 or 5 jugs worth probably. And daddy was poor now and I wanted a pony
and this man was a customer now, maybe, sort of, so not really a
stranger at all.

But mostly I was a little too surprised not to do what he wanted. It
was like I was watching someone else, some other pretty girl touching
that man's private parts, but I knew it was me cause I could feel it
all hard and sticky a little and really hot. It was big too, like big
fat ol' hotdog, sorta, except it looked different at the end. Big and
round and smooth, all pink and drooling like a baby. It was cute.

"That's...Yeah...good...up and down...stroke it..." He was smiling and nodding
at me, with his hand over mine, working his soft skin back and forth
over the hardness underneath.

"Kiss it...Go on...Kiss it for me, sweetie..." He was pushing me down then,
letting go of my hand cause I didn't really need his help anyway.

I was rubbing him just fine and kissing his wiener didn't sound like
fun, but he was pushing me down and I was already holding it and I
started thinking about Donald Trump and how he always said business
was a humbling experience.

I had to look up humbling in my dad's dictionary and I still hadn't
understood it, but now that I was getting on my knees I was thinking
maybe I was figuring it out. You had to do stuff you didn't want to
sometimes, if you wanted to get what you wanted. Or something like
that. Business stuff was a little confusing.

"Is it clean?" I asked the man, just cause it smelled a little funny.

It smelled like my dad did sometimes after he came home from playing
tennis. All hot and sweaty kind of, but it wasn't a bad smell, I kind
of liked it, that manly man smell. I just didn't know why exactly and
now that I was smelling it and holding that man's big hard penis in my
little hands I felt my boobs growing some more, or trying to. They
felt hot and puffy anyway, so maybe that was a good thing.

"Yeah, honey...It's clean...lick it...put it in your mouth..." The man was
huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf and I giggled.

"Okay." I shrugged, keeping my right hand around his dick while I
squeezed that money in my left. I was a business woman now!

It was big, too big almost when I put my lips to it. I kissed it first
and it didn't hurt me or nothing, and that drool didn't taste like
anything, so I licked it too. That was okay and the man sort of
shivered a little like he was cold. Then I opened up wide, like I was
at the dentists and that made him happy. The man was stroking my soft
hair and pulling me, but not too hard, just enough so his big old
round penis went right straight into my too small mouth.

It was a lot bigger than a Tootsie Pop! It filled my mouth completely
and I even coughed a little when it touched my tonsils, or something
back there. But I didn't take my mouth off of it. The man wouldn't let
me. He was holding my head tight now and so I just sorta sucked on it,
thinking that's what I was sposed to do, and I squeezed his dick,
because I liked that. It felt pretty neat, all hot and hard like it
was.

"Mmmm...Sweet...sweet baby...suck it good...little bit...little..." He was moving
too, just his hips, sliding his penis in and out of my mouth, but not
very far, not after that first time when I'd choked on it. He was a
pretty nice man, I thought.

And my body was hot too! Even though it was just ten o'clock in the
morning and we were in the shade and all, I still felt like it was a
hundred degrees outside. My nipples were super itchy and even down in
my tummy I felt like little cramps kinda, like there was a furry
little gerbil with rubber claws in my belly, running around and
digging down low, down between my legs maybe. My little pussy was
feeling it, which was funny, but not laughing funny. It was strange
funny, like I wanted to scratch it cause that gerbil wasn't doing it
enough, or doing it in the wrong place more like.

So I squeezed my thighs together mostly, kind of squeezing my little
round butt cheeks too, cause that felt pretty good, and I was just
sucking away. The man didn't care about none of that other stuff
though, he was just staring at me while I looked up at him, and he was
smiling and nodding and telling me I was a good little cocksucker,
which I kinda figured was a pretty bad word and it made me blush. I'd
heard of cocks before, from Beth's older brothers, they liked to say
stuff like that a lot, but they were boys and I didn't like them.

"Ohhh shit...little girl...eat it..." He was saying, and moaning and I
thought maybe he was dying and then he held my head really hard and it
scared me.

He was peeing in my mouth!

I tried to get away and I was moaning too, but like 'Let me go!!'
moans, not the other kind like he was making. And his pee was thick
too, like creamy and hot and I didn't want to, but I swallowed it and
it wasn't that bad, maybe, except for the way it felt. That was pretty
gross. I always figured pee was mostly water, but this was like...yuck!
And it was salty too and I swallowed a lot of it, like a quart I bet.

But a lot was coming out of my mouth too and after a minute or so he
let me go. I pulled my mouth off, all wet and slimy and I looked at
what had come out of my mouth, the goo from his dick, and it wasn't
pee at all. It was some other stuff. I didn't know what it was. So
part of me was glad he didn't pee, but part of me wondered what it
was. I had it on my fingers, cause I'd wiped a big gob of it off my
chin, and I stared at it.

"What is that?" I asked him, kind of softly cause I was a little out
of breath after all that swallowing, but also I was a little scared.
It seemed like he blew his nose out of his dick, you know?

"Cum, baby." He was smiling at me.

"Come where?" I looked around the alley and there wasn't no place to
go, and I wasn't going with him anyway. I had to get back to my
lemonade stand.

"It's cum...sperm...you know? Baby gravy." He laughed and he was putting
his dick away. "If you eat it, it'll make your tits bigger."

"Sperm? The stuff that makes babies?" I'd heard of that, but why would
it come out in my mouth? I knew about boys putting their dicks in
girl's vaginas and that made a baby. Everybody knew that, but he
couldn't make a baby in my mouth, I didn't think, except I'd swallowed
some, so maybe...But I knew better than that.

"Yeah." He shook his head and rubbed my hair. "Go ahead, put it in
your mouth, don't waste it."

I guessed he wasn't worried about marrying me, cause if he'd made a
baby in me that's what he'd have to do, right? I wasn't that dumb, I
wasn't gonna have a baby cause I'd swallowed it, I hoped, and he had
said it would make my boobs bigger. I took a little breath and licked
my fingers clean, sucking them in my mouth while the man watched me.

"Pretty tasty, huh?" He grinned and started walking away. "Thanks for
the lemonade, sweetie."

I got up, sorta dusting my knees off and looking at my shoes. They got
a little scuffed, but I had twenty five dollars too! I burped and
tasted that man's sperm and I giggled. It wasn't bad tasting, I just
wished it wasn't so much like half-melted Jell-O.

I drank the lemonade I'd poured for the guy; it was still cool and
tasty, making my lips pucker up. I had some napkins in my little bag,
sitting in my wagon under the table, and that was good. I had some of
that sperm stuff on my top and even some on my skirt, and my panties
were a little wet, like I'd peed myself, just a little, but I knew I
hadn't.

I'd made my own baby gravy, maybe. I wasn't sure, but I figured my
body knew what that stuff was that I'd been eating from his dick, so
probably it expected to be making a baby in my tummy too. My dad
always told me a person's body knew what was good for it, even if the
person didn't. But he was full of sayings like that, mostly at dinner
time when I didn't want to eat something. He'd tell me my body needed
beets, for instance, even though my brain didn't. So probably that
sperm stuff was like that too. My dad was pretty smart.

I sat there for a few minutes, feeling my boobs a little with my
hands, except when a man stared at me, and then I didn't. But I felt
them for a minute anyway, squeezing them and feeling them growing
maybe, just because they were hot inside and itchy still. And I
wriggled a bit in my chair, cause my pussy was itchy too. And I was
wondering if I could make another twenty five dollars from someone,
cause that would get me a pony quick and mom wouldn't even have to
find a different rich guy, if I made enough money.

So when a man stopped by, smiling at me, I smiled back.

"Hi!" He said. "Can I get a glass of lemonade?" But he was looking at
my nipples, cause they were poking through my halter top now, all hard
and puffy.

"Sure!" I smiled back. "But if you want, I can eat your sperm for
twenty five dollars."

"Uhhh..." He stared at me for a second and then smiled really big. "You
can?"

"Sure." I nodded happily, just knowing he was interested. "I haven't
made a sign for that yet." I shrugged. "But we can do it right over
there..." I pointed at the alley. "...If you want to."

"Twenty five, huh?" He was digging in his pocket and I giggled. "Let's
go sweetheart, I'd love to see you eat my sperm."

Yep, I figured I'd sell lemonade all summer long. It would be the best
summer of my life and by the end of it we'd be so rich mommy wouldn't
ever think about finding a new daddy for me. I'd have my pony too! And
my boobs would be so big! Beth would just die from jealousy! And when
I got home, I was going to write a thank you letter to Donald Trump
too and tell him all about my Lemonyade Sperm Eating business. He was
so smart, I was betting he'd offer me a job...Or at least want to buy
some of my lemonade!


End
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