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Dirty Little Whore
Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm
Codes: m/f, M/f, Romance, Incest, Prostitution, Oral, Anal, First,
Cheat
Synopsis: Fifteen year old Lauren has the coolest parents in the
world, but what will they think when the girl is arrested for charging
one of her boyfriends money for a very special date?

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Dirty Little Whore
by rache


"Wait...Slow down...God!" I felt like I was getting mangled by an octopus.
"Just let me do it, okay?"

"Sorry," Jeremy breathed and we were both hot and sweaty after making
out for at least an hour, probably closer to two.

"I gotta get...Ugh..." I frowned, tossing my head so I could get some of
my blonde hair out of my eyes. It was too long and too wavy and just
too much after all that wrestling around.

"I didn't mean to..." Jeremy pushed his glasses up his nose cause they
were always falling down.

"Take off your glasses," I was barely listening as I lay back down,
now that we had a little room.

I wasn't very big anyway, just over five feet tall with just a little
baby fat still on my hips, but that was nice anyway. It made me really
curvy. My butt was nice and round too, not fat at all, and I just
wished my legs were a little longer. It kinda sucked being the
shortest cheerleader at school like I was, except it was okay
sometimes too. I was only on the pep squad anyway.

"It's just you're so beautiful, Lauren. I can't help it." Jeremy said
and he liked my body just fine.

"All you gotta do is relax, see?" I giggled and I was getting
comfortable in the back seat of his dad's Mercedes.

I spread my fifteen year old thighs and my skirt was already bunched
up around my waist. My blouse was in the front seat someplace and I
don't know where my bra ended up. My panties were all stretched out
and soaked with girl juice and I didn't even bother pushing them down
at all. I just pulled the pink crotch to the side and Jeremy was
staring at my pussy. He hadn't seen it before, even though he'd been
fingering me hard and deep for at least half an hour while we kissed.

I rubbed my pussy for a few seconds, just to tease him and mostly to
catch my breath. I felt my little thatch of golden pubic hair all wet
and sticky and my clit was throbbing nicely. He hadn't been really
good at anything, but I'd told him what I liked and Jeremy wanted to
learn. High school guys, especially 16 year olds like him, they were
sorta like that. It didn't really matter though; just having sex was
pretty fun for me even if the guy didn't know what he was doing.

I liked fucking virgins a lot too and that was turning me on as much
as anything else. My smallish breasts were rising and falling,
pointing straight up with my nipples all hard and cherry red. They
were swollen and tender and Jeremy had been really good at sucking my
tits. I sorta wanted him to lick my pussy too, but it was getting late
already and I had to get home soon. We had enough time to fuck though,
I knew that. Jeremy was gonna cum quick, even though I'd sucked him
off first thing.

You gotta do that with virgins or else it gets real messy real fast!

"Now you can get on top of me," I grinned at him in the dim light
coming from the street lamps outside.

"Oh, yeah Lauren!" he nodded eagerly and his cock was bouncing with
Jeremy's pants and underwear down around his knees.

"Uh! Just um...Wait..." I frowned as the boy mostly fell on top of me and
he was jabbing his prick everywhere except in my hole. "I'll do it...
Stop!"

"Sorry, shoot..." he frowned too and I squirmed a little, hoping he'd
get the idea and sorta get off me a little.

His cock wasn't really big, but most of them aren't anyway. The guys I
dated were all high school guys, so probably they were still growing
anyway. Jeremy was like five inches maybe and not really thick, but at
least he was uncircumcised which was way cool. I love dicks like that,
I dunno. It's just better for me and it feels different too. Maybe
some girls don't feel it or whatever? But I do. I can tell and I like
it.

"Kay...There..." I sighed, rubbing the head of Jeremy's cock up and down
between my greasy pussy lips. I was wide open too, like seriously
ready for him, and this was gonna feel so good!

"Ummm..." he groaned softly, like deep in his throat, and Jeremy pushed
every inch of his virgin cock inside me all at once.

"Ah! Take your...Time..." I whispered, kinda slapping his back because
hot, wet, and ready didn't mean that it felt good having all of his
dick just jammed inside me all at once!

"Sorry," he whispered, pulling back a little.

"And stop apologizing!" I giggled. "Just...Fuck me now, slow...Right? Yeah...
In and out...In...Out...Ummmm...Jeremy, you fuck good..."

I kissed his neck and he was even trying to keep his weight off me,
which was nice. I wrapped my legs around him and rubbed his back,
closing my eyes and not thinking about him so much, just his cock.
Nice and hard, sliding inside my horny little hole. The shaft would
find my clit when he moved just right and she'd ride it sweetly. This
was pretty good, I decided.

"Mmmm...Like that...Ohhh nice...Fuck me...Faster now...It's okay..." I breathed
and we got a little rhythm going.

I'd pull Jeremy into me with my heels in the small of his back,
lifting my butt off his daddy's back seat to meet his thrust. My pussy
was trying to squeeze him, those soft walls massaging his prick and I
was working them, tightening my tummy, pulling at the muscles in my
thighs. I was gonna make it good for him; work that nice cock of his
like I was sucking on it. I was gonna make him cum and be the first
girl Jeremy ever fucked. The first one he ever loved. That boy wasn't
ever gonna forget me and it made me dizzy as I felt my orgasm coming
on hard.

"Lauren...Oh, Lauren..." Jeremy was kissing my face and neck, kissing my
hair and I was eating it up. Loving that attention and kissing him
back.

"Yeah...Um! Oh! Yeah...Harder...Um huh!" I gasped and sighed and my mouth
found the boy's ear and I kissed and then bit it gently.

I licked his ear with my tongue inside and pulled his face down to the
tops of my breasts. I was gonna cum any second and I knew when I did,
it was gonna trip that boy's trigger hard. We were gonna cum together
and that didn't happen nearly enough for me. He was hunched over me,
going as fast as he could, hardly pulling back at all now. I could
feel his hairy little balls, all full of sperm and tickling my butt. I
wasn't laughing though; I was looking for the good time at the end of
the rainbow.

"Lauren...I'm gonna..." Jeremy's words were ragged and hot against my
skin. I just nodded and smiled and I was so close.

tap tap tap

"Alright, you two...Break it up..." A light was tapping on the window and
the deep muffled voice jerked us both out of the moment.

tap tap tap

"Police, come on..." Whoever it was opened the rear door behind Jeremy
and I was suddenly blinded as the light was shining into my face.

"What?" Jeremy was moving, half falling onto the floorboard and he
banged his elbow on the hard plastic console between the front seats.

I felt dazed and I really had been like three seconds away from
cumming, Jeremy too probably. I couldn't think, except to cover my
eyes. I just lay there with my legs still spread and offering whoever
it was a view of my freshly fucked pussy, and everything else for that
matter. My skirt was still bunched up, my panties loosely pulled to
the side and all I could see was that stupid light and Jeremy trying
to back his bare butt out of the car.

"Let's go son," the man said. "Come on out of there. You might wanna
cover yourself up girl."

"I'm sorry," Jeremy was saying, but to me or the cop or to God, who
could tell? "I didn't mean...I'm sorry!"

"Shit," I breathed and I tried to fix my panties and pull down my
skirt. I sat up slowly and Jeremy was mostly out of the car, pulling
up his pants and still apologizing. I looked for my bra and had to
climb between the front seats to reach it on the brake and gas pedals
and it was all dirty.

"Is this your car? Let me see your driver's license, registration, and
proof of insurance," the policeman said.

Now that I was sitting up I could see his police car sitting behind us
with the red and white lights flashing. I'd sorta noticed that before,
but I'd figured it was just part of my orgasm getting close, dumb as
that sounds. I mean, my eyes had been shut tight anyway. I decided not
to put on my bra and I just shoved it inside my purse while Jeremy
explained that the car belonged to his dad. He was getting the papers
out of the glove compartment to prove it and I was shrugging on my
blouse. Jeremy looked scared and I know I probably looked pissed.

"How about you, miss? What's your name?" the cop asked me, lighting me
up with his flashlight again. "How old are you? Do you have some ID?"

"Lauren Spangler," I said. "Um...I'm fifteen. I go to school with
Jeremy. He's my boyfriend."

"You got some ID?" he repeated and I looked at my purse.

"I got a library card," I shrugged.

"Let me see it," the cop agreed and he was being a serious dick for
some reason. Not that I had a lot of experience with cops, but come
on! We were just having a little fun!

"Here," Jeremy gave the cop his dad's registration and insurance.
"Does this mean I get my money back?"

"What's that?" the cop asked and I blinked at Jeremy.

"My money," Jeremy said. "I don't have to pay now, right?"

"Jeremy..." I said softly but he was like totally ignoring me and I felt
my heart ready to explode.

"What money?" the cop asked, looking up from the papers into Jeremy's
face.

"The fifty dollars I gave Lauren," he said with a guilty look at me.

"Jeremy," I swallowed hard and tried to smile. "Stop joking around."

"What do you mean?" the cop asked Jeremy, but he glanced at me.

"I gave her fifty dollars so we could have sex, but now we can't,
right?" Jeremy asked. "So do I still gotta pay her?"

"You paid her for sex?" the cop asked and Jeremy shrugged.

"Yeah," he said.

"Fuck you!" I screamed at him. "God! Fuck you, Jeremy!"

I was trying to get out of the car and I didn't know what I was gonna
do, probably try and kick him in the balls. That sounded like a pretty
good idea right about then. A guy that stupid shouldn't have balls. He
coulda waited and talked to me about it. Was he retarded or what? God!

"Stay in the car, miss!" the cop pointed his flashlight at me and I
sorta froze, but only cause I was getting my foot stuck between those
stupid seats.

"Are you retarded?" I yelled. "No wonder you gotta pay for a date! You
asshole!"

"Shut-up and settle down!" the cop told me. He was grabbing Jeremy and
pulling him back to his police car. "Stay in the car, miss!"

I did stay in the car, but I wasn't very happy about it. The cop put
Jeremy in the back of his police car, just to keep him safe probably,
cause if I ever got my hands on that boy...

Then the cop was talking on his radio for a minute, standing outside
his car and watching me the whole time. I just sat there and burned.
All those good feelings were long gone and even the anger was sorta
almost going away, mostly I was wondering just how much trouble I
might be in cause of Jeremy's big stupid mouth.

"Let me have your purse," the cop said and I handed it to him. "Now
get out of the car, slowly. Do you have anything sharp on you?"

"What?" I stared at him.

"Stand up, turn around and put your hands on top of the car," he said.
"Do you have anything sharp? Like pins or needles..."

"No!" I made a face and then he was touching me, like patting me down,
but not very much. He wasn't trying to feel me up or anything.

"I'm arresting you for prostitution and public indecency," the
policeman said. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say
can be used against you in court. You have the right to a lawyer
during questioning. If you can't afford one, a lawyer will be
appointed. You'll be allowed a phone call..."

"Yeah, I know," I frowned. I'd grown up watching television.

"Do you understand everything I just said to you?" he asked and he was
handcuffing me!

"Hey! What? You ain't gotta do that!" I said. "Ow! Fuck you too!"

"I'll take that as a yes," the cop actually chuckled and he'd twisted
my left arm good when he brought it behind my back.

"What did he say?" I jerked my head towards the police car and Jeremy
sitting in the back of it.

"He said he gave you fifty dollars for sexual intercourse," the cop
said and he was picking up my purse, which had been sitting on the
hood of the car. "I'm going to search your purse now. Just stand
there."

"Fuck," I breathed.

I had everything in there. The fifty dollars Jeremy had given me was
right on top too, under my bra, I mean. Like the cop couldn't miss a
fifty dollar bill, could he? It was crisp and brand new, like Jeremy
had gotten it straight from an ATM five minutes after he'd picked me
up, and of course he had. Three condoms came out. My birth control
pills. A little tube of KY Jelly. Some Dentyne gum and a couple rolls
of Certs, spearmint flavored. Some make-up, some tissues, hair brush,
blah blah blah...My wallet, with about 240 dollars and my library card
in it.

"Lauren Spangler," the cop read my name.

"That's what I said," I shrugged, feeling really stupid standing like
three blocks from my house, in the middle of the suburbs, handcuffed.

Some people were outside now, standing on their front porches and
wondering what all the flashing lights were for. Thank God I didn't
know any of them and I really hoped they didn't know me, cause, who
knows, right? All I needed was for one of them to know my parents,
like they weren't gonna find out anyway? I was so dead!

Another police car showed up after five minutes, lights flashing of
course. It pulled ahead of Jeremy's car and this one had two cops, one
of them a policewoman. I guess the one who'd caught us had asked for
her special, or something. She looked at me over her shoulder while
the three cops stood off a bit and talked privately. I don't know why,
I could figure out what the guy was saying probably.

"Lauren Spangler? Is that right?" The woman asked me and I nodded.
"Okay, you're going to ride with us. I'm Officer Carter and this is
Officer Hicks. We're going to take you to the station. You can call
your folks once we get there."

"Great," I frowned as the woman grabbed me by the arm, sorta pushing
me to her police car. She gave me a real search too, although she
didn't seem too happy when she found my soggy panties and wet thighs.
Served her right, I thought.

"Watch your head," the man said and they put me in the back seat
behind a rabbit cage thingy.

"How old are you, Lauren?" Carter asked me and she was kind of a
healthy, middle-aged black woman. She almost looked like a guy, except
her face was a woman's, I guess. It was probably just the uniform, all
those cops pretty much looked blue to me.

"Fifteen," I said.

"That's kind of young to be turning tricks, isn't it?" she asked
gently, kinda motherly and I didn't answer. "How long have you been
doing that?"

"I'm not going to say anything," I said and I was trying very hard not
to cry.

"Okay," she nodded. "I understand. When we get to the station we're
going to have to charge you, take your fingerprints and pictures, all
that stuff."

I swallowed thickly and looked out the window.

"You're going to have to see someone from Social Services too," Carter
said. "I just don't want you to be surprised."

"What?" I blinked at her. "Why?"

"Because you're fifteen, Lauren," Carter said. "She's going to have a
rape kit and want to ask you some questions."

"A rape kit?" I shook my head. "I wasn't raped. He, uh, Jeremy's my
boyfriend."

"You're below the age of consent, Lauren," she said. "And if Jeremy
was your boyfriend it would be okay, but he said he was your
customer."

"I don't understand," I said. "What does any of that mean?"

"He's sixteen and he'll probably be charged with statutory rape,"
Carter told me. "If he didn't pay for it, he'd be okay since you two
are so close in age, but now..."

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"Child prostitution, Lauren," she sighed. "That's the difference.
Social Services could take you away from your parents for this."

"What?" I felt my face flush and hot tears filled my eyes then. The
whole thing just became too much all of a sudden.

"Pam..." the guy driving gave his partner a look and the black woman
just shook her head.

"Breaks your heart, doesn't it?" the woman shrugged and turned around
and I couldn't tell if she was serious or just being mean.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I didn't even see Jeremy when we got to the police station. I guess
they were going out of their way to keep us separated, or something.
Maybe they took him to a different one. They didn't waste a lot of
time either. Carter and her partner turned me over to someone else, a
Detective Hodges, and she looked bored and sorta pissed, like they'd
dragged her out of bed just for me. It was almost midnight, but it was
Friday too, so maybe she hadn't been in bed alone.

"When can I see my parents?" I asked her and the woman shrugged.

The police had saved me my phone call and called my parents for me,
since I was a minor, I guess. That was probably bad and I couldn't
decide if I really wanted to see them or not.

"When were done," Hodges said, pulling some brown hair out of her eyes
and it was pretty much all over the place. Yeah, she was pissed.

"Where's Jeremy?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "I'm going to read your statement back to
you...

"On Wednesday at school, Jeremy asked me if I wanted to go out with
him tonight and I said yes. Jeremy picked me up at the Taco Bell about
eight o'clock and then we went to Baskin Robbins to get some ice
cream..."

"Yeah," I nodded and she held up a finger. The detective had just
copied what I'd said word for word, so that was cool.

"...after that we cruised around for a little bit and then he parked the
car on Sycamore Street at about nine fifteen. Jeremy wanted to make
out and it sounded cool, so we both got in the backseat and started
kissing.  Jeremy started taking off my blouse and touching me all over
and..."

"Oh, wait," I frowned. "I, um, I gave him a blowjob...Sorta."

"What?" she looked over the form at me. The one that she'd just got
done typing into her computer and printing out over the last fifteen
minutes.

"I gave him a blow job," I shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal.
"Before he started taking off my clothes."

"I see," she shook her head and turned back to her computer. "...we both
got in the backseat and..." she looked at me.

"Um...Oh," I licked my lips. "I...uh, I unzipped his pants and um, took
his dick out."

"Okay...backseat of the car and I unzipped his pants, took his dick out
and..."

"Sucked his dick," I giggled nervously.

"...and sucked his dick," Hodges said as she typed. "What else?"

"I swallowed his cum too," I told her, sorta lowering my voice, but
the place was pretty much empty anyway. "Most of it."

"Swallowed," she cleared her throat and kept typing and eventually we
finished my statement. She read it all back to me before printing it
out again, just in case I remembered anything else.

"Yeah, that's what happened," I agreed.

"So you're saying he didn't give you any money?" Hodges asked me,
making it sound like she didn't believe that at all. "You didn't tell
him you'd have sex for fifty dollars?"

"He's my boyfriend," I shrugged. "Why would I do that?"

"You know, Lauren..." she said slowly. "Jeremy's lies aren't going to be
the same as your lies."

"Hmmm," I shrugged and looked down at my fingers in my lap.

"It'll be better if you tell the truth," the detective told me,
sliding my statement and a ballpoint pen across her desk for me.
"Better for you and him."

"Maybe I should see my mom and dad before I sign anything," I decided.
"Or a lawyer too, right?"

"Okay," Hodges shrugged and she wasn't gonna argue, probably because I
was just fifteen. I had the impression it sorta made me special. "This
is just background and a preliminary statement. It's not a
confession."

"I'll, uh..." I shook my head and I bet that Iwas five thousand times
more scared than I looked. "I'm not gonna sign it."

"Whatever," she sighed. "Okay."

She picked up her phone and I narrowed my eyes and then we waited.

"Lauren? Hi, I'm Mrs. Eberman," a youngish, blonde woman smiled. "I
work for the county, with Social Services. Can you come with me
please?"

"I guess," I shrugged.

She didn't say anything, but led me to a room that looked an awful lot
like the nurse's office at school. She closed the door behind us and
it was cold in there.

"Can you take off your clothes for me, Lauren?" the woman asked.

"Why?" I swallowed hard.

"Because, I need to gather physical evidence from your body," Mrs.
Eberman told me. "I'm a registered nurse, so don't worry. None of this
is going to hurt."

"Evidence of what?" I asked, watching as she was opening a big plastic
toolbox looking thing, red with white letters that said 'Rape Response
Kit' on it.

"Well, you were engaged in sexual intercourse, right?" she sighed. "I
just need to collect the evidence and I also want to examine you for
any injuries you might have received."

"Injuries?" I almost laughed, except she was too serious and I was
scared. "It was Jeremy! Have you seen him? He couldn't hurt a fly."

"I have to look, Lauren," she said. "I'm sorry. Now please, take off
your clothes and after we're done you can clean yourself up. There's a
shower right behind you."

"No!" I blinked at her. "I wasn't raped. We were just making out."

"Lauren," she said patiently. "The state requires us to do this. Now
if you won't help me, we can get a couple police officers in here
and..."

"And make me take off my clothes?" I stared at her.

Ten minutes later, feeling very frightened, angry, and humiliated, I
was laying on my back on the stretcher thing, the gurney? Whatever...The
skinny bed with wheels, while Mrs. Eberman was rubbing the inside of
my pussy with cotton swabs, like long Q-Tips, and putting them in test
tubes or something. It was seriously embarrassing having some stranger
checking out my pussy like that and she even took pictures, which
totally freaked me out.

"How many boys have you had sex with?" she asked me and I wasn't
answering her questions, but she was starting to get annoyed.

"Look," she sat up and stared at me from between my bent knees. "I'm
not a cop, okay? I'm not going to ask you anything specific about
tonight. Whatever you tell me is just between you and me."

"Like I believe that," I muttered.

"I just want to know a little more about you, Lauren," she said. "I
want to help you. We all do. Nobody wants to see you getting in
trouble."

"What about Jeremy?"

"I don't know," Mrs. Eberman admitted. "He's not my problem, you are.
So come on, how many boys have you had sex with?"

"Different ones?" I asked and she nodded. "Um, I think like twenty," I
shrugged.

"Twenty different boys?" she narrowed her eyes.

"Or...Maybe more than that," I said carelessly, like I didn't bother
keeping track.

"Okay. And, when did you have intercourse for the first time? How old
were you?"

"When did I go all the way?" I pursed my lips. "I was in seventh
grade, so...Yeah, I was thirteen."

"Okay," she started squirting something wet and cold on my pussy.
"This is going to feel a little funny, just relax for me."

"Ummm..." I couldn't relax! She shoved like three fingers inside my
pussy all of a sudden and I jerked my butt off the bed.

"Relax, Lauren..." she breathed. "I just need to feel around a little.
You're on birth control?"

"Yesss..." I hissed.

"When did you start that?" Mrs. Eberman asked me. "All done."

"About a year ago almost," I breathed, relaxing as I felt her fingers
coming back out of me and I guess there had only been two of them. It
felt like more though.

"Okay," she nodded and she was cleaning me with a handy wipe. "You had
some condoms in your purse; do you make your partners use them?"

"Um, well..." I shrugged.

"What?" she cocked her head slightly. "You can tell me."

"Just for in my butt mostly," I told her, feeling really embarrassed
admitting that.

"I don't understand..." the woman narrowed her eyes, like I was gonna
have to spell it out for her.

"You know, if a guy wants to have sex...Back there?" I swallowed hard
and nodded. "I don't like it when they cum in my butt sometimes."

"You've had anal sex?" she blinked at me.

"Well, yeah," I agreed.

"Is that a...regular thing...Lauren?" she made it sound like it was
totally weird.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I guess so. Some guys like it so...They
wanna do it, you know."

"And these guys, how old are they?" Mrs. Eberman wondered.

"Just guys from school," I said and then smiled. "My boyfriends."

"Boyfriends, right," she took a deep breath. "How many boyfriends do
you have, right now, would you say?"

"This minute?" I gave her a funny look cause that was a stupid
question. "None."

"No boyfriends?" she sorta smiled at me. "What about Jeremy?"

"What about him?" I snorted. "I'm never gonna give him another date.
No way!"

"So you have boyfriends for one date and..." Mrs. Eberman shrugged.

"Yeah," I nodded. "One date and then if they wanna be my boyfriend
again..."

"They have to pay you?" she thought she was so smart. "Again?"

"No," I smiled sweetly. "They just have to ask me really nice. Can I
take a shower now?"

"Just one more question first," Mrs. Eberman held up her hand. "Have
you ever been abused, Lauren?"

"Like what?" I asked her, thinking I could guess.

"Has an adult ever touched you sexually? A friend of your family? A
teacher? Maybe..." she paused dramatically, "...someone in your family?"

"No," I said seriously, making sure she got a good look at my eyes.
"How come is it if a girl just likes to have fun she musta been
abused?"

"I didn't say that," the woman said. "But I had to ask, because too
many times that's exactly what happened."

"Not this time, okay?" I shook my head. "I just like boys."

"Okay, Lauren," she nodded, but I don't know if she really believed me
or not. "Now, I just need some blood."

"What?" I frowned at her. "I thought we were done?"

"Almost," she said. "We have to make sure you haven't caught
anything."

"You mean like Aids?" I rolled my eyes. "From Jeremy?"

"There's a lot of sexually transmitted diseases, Lauren," Mrs. Eberman
said and she was getting out the stuff she needed to take a blood
sample.

"Yeah, but I don't think..." I only had sex with virgins and geeks, they
didn't have anything. Did they?

"And you've had a lot of different partners, so..." she shrugged and I
frowned.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Feel better?" Detective Hodges was waiting for me when I came out of
the shower and I guess they weren't going to leave me alone or
anything.

"What happened to Mrs. Eberman?" I wondered.

"I believe she's talking to your parents," the detective watched me
while I dried myself off and I gave her a look, like how about a
little privacy, you know?

"Great," I frowned.

"They're pretty worried," Hodges told me and she was holding my purse
and then she put it on the stretcher thing. "Why do you do it?"

"Do what?" I asked innocently, feeling my heart thump just cause I was
imagining that Social Services woman telling my mom and dad that I'd
been having sex with like half the boys in school.

"Don't worry," the detective said. "You're not being charged with
anything."

"I'm not?" I blinked at her and even forgot I was pretty naked as I
picked up my skirt and started putting it on. My panties were a waste
and I was just gonna leave them there for the cops.

"No," she shook her head. "Your boyfriend," she said it kinda
sarcastically, "decided he didn't give you any money for sex
afterall."

"He did?" I almost smiled, but I wasn't that happy.

"Must be nice to have a lawyer for a dad," Hodges shrugged. "What's
your dad do?"

"He's a doctor," I told her, putting on my blouse.

"Must be rich," she said and I just shrugged. "Anyway, since you're
both minors and it was consensual, you're off the hook."

"Cool," I nodded.

"This time," Hodges told me pointedly. "So...Off the record, just
between you and me, Lauren...Why do you do it?"

"What?" I scratched my tummy.

"You're a very pretty girl, smart, you have a nice home, money..." she
held out her hands. "So why do you want to be a prostitute?"

"Off the record?" I stared at her.

"Yeah. I promise, see?" she took her badge out of her pocket, it was
like a wallet thing, and tossed it on the stretcher. "I'm not a cop
now. We're just a couple girls talking."

I thought about that for a second, but probably I just wanted to brag
a little. I am sorta stuck-up.

"I dunno," I said after a few seconds. "Because I like it. I mean it's
fun and it's not like those guys are ever gonna get a girlfriend like
me for real."

"Like you?" she gave me a little smile.

"Can I get my hairbrush?" I asked her and Hodges just pointed at my
purse. "Yeah, you know. I know I'm hot and everything. Lotsa guys want
to have sex with me and those guys, like Jeremy? I'm doing him a
favor."

"For money?" she asked and I shrugged.

"It costs the same as going to a movie probably," I said. "And I give
them whatever they want. They're never gonna forget me."

"Why's that?"

"Cause I'm the first," I smiled. "I like that a lot, you know? All the
other girls they might have sex with? Even if they get married or
whatever? They're always gonna know I was there first. After we fuck?
I own those guys."

"I see," she nodded. "So you're just doing them a favor and skipping
right to the end of a date."

"Yeah," I giggled nervously, brushing my hair out slowly cause my
parents were waiting for me. "Exactly. They don't complain. So why
shouldn't I get something for it?"

"I don't know, Lauren," Detective Hodges sighed. "But you keep doing
it and you're going to getting caught, or worse. You don't want to go
down that road."

"Nah," I shook my head, but I didn't say anything else. I wasn't gonna
stop, probably. I just had to make sure those idiots like Jeremy
didn't get me busted again! That woman didn't know me at all.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"You think we like coming to the police station at one o'clock in the
morning?" dad was going off. "You think we don't have anything better
to do than wonder where you are? If you're safe? If you're hurt or
something?

"Do you know you have to go to counseling?" mom was going off too. "We
all do. They might take you away from us and put you in a foster home,
Lauren. Is that what you want?"

"Where did you get birth control pills?" dad asked me. "How long have
you been having sex? Why didn't you talk to us?"

"Who were you having sex with?" mom asked. "More than one boy? First
they said you might have been raped and then they said you might be a...
a...Prostitute! What are we supposed to think, Lauren?"

"What have you been doing?" dad was still going too. "We send you to
the best school in town. We buy you everything you want. We clothe you
and feed you and this is how you repay us?"

"Answer us!" mom practically yelled and I was sorta too busy crying in
the back seat of dad's BMW and it was a long drive back home.

"Go to your room," dad told me, like where else would I go? It was the
middle of the night. "We'll talk about this in the morning."

"I'm sorry, mommy," I kissed her cheek and maybe she didn't expect it,
but after a second she hugged me really tight.

"We love you so much," she said into my hair. "We were so scared,
Lauren. We don't want anything bad to happen to you. Go to bed now."

She kissed my forehead and then my cheeks and even my mouth and hugged
me again before pushing me away. Mom was really mad.

"Sorry daddy," I gave him a hug too and he kissed the top of my head,
but he didn't say anything. He was even more mad than mom, or so he
seemed.

Stupid Jeremy. All he had to do was look stupid and not say anything.
That cop woulda just sent us home. And he was a dick too! Stupid
police! Why'd he have to arrest us? He coulda just let us go and
nobody would have known anything about anything. What a jerk! I really
hoped he got busted like taking a bribe or something. He could choke
on a donut for all I cared. Stupid cop.

At least Jeremy's dad knew what to do. He was a lawyer though, so of
course he did. He wasn't gonna let his geek boy Junior go to prison
for buying a child prostitute, even if we did go to the same school.
He changed Jeremy's tune quick, I bet. Once that happened, well, the
district attorney decided nobody in this town was going to want to
hear about a high school prostitution ring, you know? That woulda been
kinda bad. Probably get all of us on Larry King or something.

Bad enough I had to go see some stupid doctor or somebody. My parents
hadn't been kidding about the counseling thing and they'd told me all
about their nice little chat with the Social Services lady. Dad said
they were on a witch hunt now, whatever that means, cause a girl who
liked sex as much as I did, and sold her pussy to boot, well...There
just had to be something majorly wrong with our family, right?

Stupid Social Services.

I had to see a shrink, or something. Mom and dad too, like me alone,
and then all of us altogether and then they'd decide if my mom and dad
were good parents or not? God! I had like the best parents in the
world, they just didn't know I was fucking every boy I could. And why
should they? It wasn't like I came home bragging about it. They call
them secrets for a reason, you know? Like I didn't tell anybody! Duh!

God! This sucked.

If I ended up in like some psycho foster family with some big, fat,
drunk guy who wanted me to call him Daddy whacking off in my panties
while I was sleeping? I was gonna kill Jeremy. Like seriously, and I
finally fell asleep thinking about all the different ways I'd do it.
Pushing him off a cliff seemed like the best way and it was like
counting sheep, except I was counting Jeremies as I pushed them into
the ocean a thousand feet down. One by one by one...

"Shhhh..." I woke up to the sound of my daddy's voice.

"Where's mom?" I asked softly, sliding over a little as I turned onto
my right side.

"Dreaming," dad said and he was getting under the covers and I giggled
sleepily.

"So was I...Hmmmm..." I sighed and put my arm over his strong, warm body,
hugging him to me as his left arm went under neck.

"You did good tonight," he whispered.

"You're not mad?" I asked him because I'd been seriously worried about
it.

"No, not at all," daddy said. "I'm so proud of you, baby."

"I didn't say anything," I whispered back, feeling dad's hand sliding
up my bare thigh, under the hem of my nightie to find my hip.

"I know you didn't," he agreed. "That's what I told you, remember?"

"Um-hmmm..." I nodded and my face was against his neck and chest. I
could smell him, all nice and manly. Not soap, just my daddy and I
opened my mouth and tasted him on the humid air.

"All you have to do is deny everything," he told me and his fingers
were playing with my panty, tugging at the waistband and teasing me as
he inched it slowly down.

"I told the Social Services woman I had sex with a lot of boys
though," I bit my lip.

"You did?" daddy kissed my hair and his arm was holding me tight
around my shoulders.

"I shouldn't have said that, huh?" I looked up at him in the dim light
and daddy shrugged.

"Oh, it'll be alright," he decided. "It'll give your mom something
else to think about."

"That Mrs. Eberman person, she just kinda annoyed me," I sighed. "All
her stupid questions."

"They'll ask more of them," daddy said. "But as long as we keep the
secret..."

"Yeah," I smiled and daddy had my panties halfway down my butt in the
back, he was rubbing me nicely too.

"Did your boyfriend get to cum inside you?" he asked,

"No," I frowned. "We were ready too, like right there, but then the
cop showed up."

"Poor baby," daddy chuckled.

"It's not funny, daddy!" I said and he shushed me gently. "I didn't
get to cum either."

"I know, Lauren," he reached a little further and I wriggled my butt
as his fingers slid between my cheeks. "I was hoping that boy would
give you a big load tonight."

"Yeah," I sighed and spread my legs slightly. "Me too. I love it when
I'm full of cum for you."

"Next time," daddy sighed. "But we'll have to wait for a little while
before you can have another date."

"Cause of mom?" I asked and he nodded, rubbing his middle finger
around my tight little butthole.

"Yeah," he said. "I'll have to ground you for a couple weeks, baby."

"Awww..." I giggled. "So the only one I get to fuck is you?"

"Well, you can have fun at school, right?" he suggested and I gasped.

"You told me not to!"

"That was before," daddy said. "But now that you're grounded, well...A
growing girl has needs, right?"

"You're such a great dad," I sighed happily. "The best one in the
whole world, I bet."

"And you're the best little girl a daddy could ask for, Lauren," daddy
whispered. "How about I toss your salad tonight?"

"Toss my salad? Really?" I stuck out my tongue just cause he was so
old school about that stuff.

"Oh yeah, you deserve it," he agreed. "But..."

"Hmmm?" I asked slowly, sliding my hand down his flat stomach to find
his cock hard and thick and pressing against my body.

"I want to fuck your hot little ass afterwards," he told me.

"Oh yeah?" I grinned at him. "We can do that. You can even cum in my
butt, if you want to, daddy."

"Oh yeah," my dad was already moving, pushing my sheets down so that I
shivered in the sudden cool draft.

I was laughing softly, getting on my tummy and lifting my hips so
daddy could wedge a pillow underneath me. It was so comfortable that
way, with my ass in the air and my legs spread slightly to give him
all the room he wanted. Daddy loved my ass more than anything
probably, and he always wanted to kiss me there. Fuck me there too,
except he knew I wanted him to wear a condom usually. It was such a
pain cleaning that gunk out of my butt afterwards!

He was my daddy though, so I didn't mind and mostly I just teased him
about it. I sighed and closed my eyes as my dad placed himself behind
me, taking my firm round butt in his hands, big soft doctor hands too,
and he pulled my cheeks apart with his thumbs. It felt so good, so
wicked sorta, feeling daddy do that and knowing he was staring at my
wrinkly pink butthole. He could see my pussy too, right there and
already getting moist, but just inside. If he opened me up though,
he'd find my pussy soaked and ready for him.

"Am I pretty, daddy?" I asked him. "Am I pretty all over?"

"Yeah, Lauren," daddy breathed and he was bringing his mouth to my
ass. "You're beautiful everywhere, baby."

"Ohhh..." I stretched a little and curled my toes and hugged my pillow
under my chin when I felt his lips on my asshole.

He kissed me softly, like a first kiss that any boy would be happy to
give his girl. His lips were closed and it was just sweetly romantic
and I knew my daddy loved me. He'd loved me since I got old enough to
understand what the word really meant. Since I was old enough that
daddy could show me how much he loved me. And there was no part of me
he didn't.

"Such a perfect ass, Lauren," daddy said and his breath tickled my
pussy. "I wish you were full of cum for me."

"I will be, daddy," I promised him. "Monday, after school...I'll be so
full of it! Just for you."

"Yeah," he kissed my cheeks, left and right, and gave my ass a squeeze
with his gentle fingers. "A girl like you should always be full of
sperm, baby."

"Hmmm..." I giggled and sighed as daddy kissed my asshole again, this
time letting the tip of his tongue caress my sphincter.

I couldn't help but give a little push to make my asshole pucker just
for him. I knew he loved that and it helped open me up so he could
wriggle his tongue inside me. Not right away of course, but soon he'd
be there and that would feel so good. I loved his tongue and the way
he wasn't afraid to lick me anywhere. I was clean, I knew that, but
even if I wasn't he would still love me. Especially if I was all cummy
inside.

Daddy loved sharing me with my boyfriends and it was his idea to make
money. Not for him! Daddy made a lot of money all by himself, but just
for me. A little extra to spoil myself with. He called me his dirty
little whore sometimes and that was cute. I liked it and when we were
alone I called him my Pimp Daddy sometimes, except he never pimped me
out of course. All he did was encourage me to fuck as many boys as I
could, as often as I wanted, so long as I always came home to him. I
don't know why, but he really was proud of me.

Someday, I thought, when I was older? Yeah, daddy would pimp me out to
some of his friends. We'd talked about it before, but not seriously.
Just pillow talk after some good hard loving. He'd ask me what I
thought of this guy or that, which of his friends I'd most like to
fuck and why. Not that we'd do anything, but next year maybe? When I
was sixteen and I could legally consent to sex with an adult? Yeah,
daddy promised me a real nice party for my birthday. A gang-bang, he
called it, and I knew what that was!

"Ummm daddy..." I sighed as he had his open mouth pressed against my
asshole, his tongue working it nice.

I was wet back there now, getting messy with dad's saliva and relaxing
beneath the pleasure of it. My butt was opening for him now and the
tip was tickling the entrance to my rectum. Once he could get some of
his tongue in there, daddy would use his fingers and work me slowly,
get me nice and ready for his big cock. He was so much larger than my
high school boyfriends were. A real man's cock, long and thick, and
eager to fill me up any way he wanted to. In my mouth or my pussy,
even in my ass, I loved his cock more than anything.

"Sweet little hole..." Daddy said, his words muffled and soggy and
making me tremble.

"Oh yeah...Um-hmmm...Daddy..." I bit my lip and nodded, rolling my hips and
grinding my ass onto his face.

"Like that, sweetie?" daddy asked me and I only moaned as I felt one
of his fingers working against my anus gently. "You want me to fuck
your ass, Lauren?"

"Yeah, daddy!" I nodded quickly. "Fuck my ass...P-Please..."

I was shivering and my clit had popped hard as I rubbed it against the
pillow beneath me, working that point of pleasure around and looking
for something hard. I was grabbing fistfuls of sheet and my pillows
had growing wet spots, both of them. I was drooling spit from my
panting mouth on the one, and my horny pussy drooling girl juice on
the other. I wished there were two more cocks there, one for my mouth,
one for my pussy, and daddy's in my ass. Oh! I was grinding hard as he
fingered my asshole, licking at his stiff digit where my eager asshole
was stretched around it.

"Horny little girl," daddy whispered. "Didn't even get to cum tonight.
Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Oh God...Daddy...Touch my pussy..." I begged him, pushing myself up weakly,
awkwardly, inviting the man to find my fiery sex.

"Mmpphh..." Daddy pressed his wide open mouth against my cunt without
warning, engulfing my vulva and sucking at every part of me. He was
kissing me there, like Frenching me as his tongue went between my
labia and inside my pussy easily. I arched my back and at the same
time daddy stabbed his finger all the way inside my butt. His other
fingers were curled into a fist and he fucked me that way while his
mouth tortured my pussy with pleasure. That was the great thing about
being a sexy little girl with a big handsome daddy - He could just eat
me up!

He was sucking and nibbling, or chewing me it felt like, shaking my
horny pussy from side to side until I was almost crying.. Daddy worked
the soft flesh of my sex around in his mouth so good that I couldn't
breathe. My lungs just burned and couldn't move one way or the other.
My heart was pounding and I shook almost violently as I was cumming.
The relief I'd needed so badly earlier, daddy was finally giving me.
My girl goo flooded out of me, pushed forcefully into daddy's mouth by
my spasming cunt. I must have cum forever, until everything went black
behind a curtain of dazzling lights.

I was dizzy and giggling and my body drenched with sweat. I could
barely lift my head and I was only vaguely aware of daddy replacing
his finger with his cock. I was helpless and vulnerable, and even if I
wasn't it wouldn't have mattered. We both wanted this so badly. We
needed it and now daddy was pressing his smooth cockhead against my
wet, slippery sphincter and I grunted softly, but there wasn't any
pain. Just the strangely satisfying sensation of my butt being fucked
by my own father.

My body was totally relaxed and limp and my mind floating on a cloud
of good feelings. My orgasm was lingering and flooding me with
happiness and daddy's cock stretching my asshole just made it better.
A pinch, a cramp maybe, some burning way, way off in the distance.
None of it was real and daddy held my hips in his wonderful hands and
started pumping my asshole the way he loved to fuck my pussy. Long
deep strokes, working his cock into the depths of my body. I took him
easily and I hadn't been a virgin there for a long time, but nobody
ever fucked me as good as my daddy did.

I was responding too, slowly but surely, I was coming around from my
lusty stupor. I gasped and then groaned and pushed myself back as best
I could to meet him. I wanted every inch of daddy's cock and it was
burning now, but in a good way. It hurt the way I liked it. He was
stretching me and loving me and I felt his fingers digging into my
hips, pulling me hard against him. His cock went deeper and deeper
with every stroke and somewhere inside his cock found the bottom of my
ass and I gasped loudly.

"Shhhh..." daddy chuckled and held himself there, just enjoying the
sensation of his daughter's fifteen year old asshole wrapped lovingly
around his prick.

"Oh daddy..." I breathed. "Don't stop now!"

"I won't, baby," daddy promised. "Not until I fill you up."

"Mmm uh-hmmm...oh!" I smiled and nodded and bit my pillow before I made
too much noise and woke my mother.

Daddy was riding my ass good and he finally let himself down, getting
close enough to his orgasm that he had to kiss me. We always kissed
when he came, like it was a family tradition. Daddy was laying on my
back, with his legs outside mine, and driving his cock easily in and
out of me. I was wet with spit and more than that, I was slippery with
his precum now. It felt nothing but good and I turned my face towards
his, letting daddy find my mouth and kiss me deep.

I sucked his tongue and squeezed my ass around him, wanting to bring
my daddy off and feel his cum inside my body once again. It had been
too long, three days since we'd fucked, and for us that was an
eternity. Our tongues wrestled in my mouth and then his and he was
jerking now, stabbing into my ass more than sliding and any second he
was gonna cum. I was so ready, so eager for it.

"Lauren..." Daddy gasped and then kissed me harder than ever, driving
his tongue inside my mouth as I felt his cock spurting his soothing
cum deep into my well fucked ass.

There was a lot of it, daddy's seed filling me quickly as his balls
contracted with excitement and then ejaculated over and over. Thick,
greasy sperm flooded me, spreading through the deepest parts of my
rectum and bowels. It was gloriously dirty, nasty sex and taking my
own father in the ass like that had made me cum with him. My cunt
burned and collapsed inward, seeking something long and hard to grasp
and love, but I was empty and that frustration was only barely
satisfied by the fat incestuous cock in my ass,

"I love you, Lauren," daddy was breathing hard and not moving at all.
He'd keep his cock inside me until it was soft. "You have no idea how
much I love you."

"Me too," I replied weakly, smiling and nodding and wishing I had
better words than that for the only man I'd ever love.

"Don't wash it out," daddy told me, kissing me as we cuddled several
minutes later. "I want you to keep that cum inside you, okay?"

"Okay daddy," I kissed him back and I was squeezing his semi-hard cock
while we lay there.

His dick was wet and sticky and smelled faintly of my butt, maybe. I
was clean, but you know, it was still my butt. I didn't care anyway. I
thought it was sexy and I kissed my way down daddy's chest slowly and
he just watched me. I didn't have to tell him what I was gonna do,
cause I did it for him every time. I always cleaned daddy up
afterwards. I'd get him nice and neat, and as hard as possible before
I sent him back to sleep with mommy.

She should thank me, I thought as I opened my mouth and took daddy's
cock between my soft lips. How many times had my dad woken her up and
fucked her silly after I'd gotten him ready? A hundred times, I bet.
He'd be thinking of me when he took her and mommy wouldn't even know
it. Daddy would be fucking me in his head and just jerking off inside
her pussy, or maybe her ass, except mom would never, ever let daddy
fuck her there! Stupid woman.

I loved her, I really did, but all's fair in love and war and me and
daddy loved each other more than we loved her. That was why he
understood what I needed and encouraged me to get it. Fucking all
those boys, especially the virgin ones, and bringing back a pussy full
of sperm so my daddy could see what a slut I was for him. So he could
finger my spermy cunt and lick it maybe, taste my cum mixed up with
theirs. And fuck me! That was the best. When daddy would push his hard
cock inside my cum filled hole and fuck me like a well used whore.
That was way sexy!

"Hmmm..." I sighed happily, licking and swirling my tongue around the
head, tasting my asshole on my daddy's dick. Swallowing the flavor
down with my spit and going back for more. I cradled his big hairy
balls in my hand, rolling them around and wondering when daddy was
going to let me have a baby. When he'd tell me I could stop taking
those silly pills that he'd given me and play a little roulette with
the boys and my eggs. Someday, I was sure, when I was older. Maybe in
college, wouldn't that be nice? Fucking big hard college studs and
coming home to daddy on Spring Break to tell him all about it.

Maybe I'd even find a guy to marry me, one like daddy who understood
that a girl has needs. That I loved cock and sperm and being a young
man's first. Maybe some guy out there wouldn't mind getting sloppy
seconds if it meant I'd come home every night and love him for it. Or,
probably, I'd just have to keep loving daddy and that would be okay
too. I just wished I'd been his first pussy instead of my mom, but
then I guess I wouldn't be here...Or something. That was kinda
complicated for my hazy brain.

Daddy was playing with my pussy while I sucked his cock and he was
getting hard again fast. I could get only half of it in my mouth and
then not even that much. He was so big and strong, my daddy! I loved
him more than anything and pretty soon he was gonna pull his cock away
from my greedy lips and give it to my mom. Life was so unfair! But he
had to keep her happy, I knew that, and mommy would never suspect a
thing so long as we were careful. We were really good actors, my daddy
and me.

"I better get back to your mother..." daddy sighed and he pulled his
finger slowly out of my pussy and brought it to my mouth as I let his
cock go.

"Mmmmm..." I sucked my cum off his finger, using my tongue like I had on
his cock and sliding my lips up and down slowly.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he said and I pulled my mouth off his finger
slowly.

"Do you gotta go?" I asked him. "I'm still horny, daddy."

"I know, baby," he chuckled. "I gotta put your mom in a good mood
though, right?"

"Yeah," I giggled, but inside I was feeling greedy and I gave his cock
a squeeze in my hand.

"Don't worry," he leaned forward and kissed my mouth, "your grounded,
remember? I'm going to be fucking you a lot."

"We fuck a lot anyway," I said.

"Then you know what I mean, don't you?" daddy replied playfully,
slapping my butt and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Two weeks?" I asked with a smile and he shrugged, pushing himself out
of my bed.

"We'll see what your mom says," daddy shrugged. "I'll be the bad guy
though, so..."

"Yeah right," I giggled cause I already knew he had to be the bad guy
or mom would get suspicious.

"...she'll want to be the good guy," daddy grinned at me. "I really am
so proud of you. You're growing up, Lauren."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I love you, daddy."

"I love you too."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Wake up, Lauren..." mom was knocking on my bedroom door and that was so
normal I almost forgot everything that had happened the night before.
But then I felt my ass all tender and greasy inside, like packed full
of warm buttery sperm and I smiled to myself.

"...come downstairs, we need to talk," she continued and then I
remembered. It was late already, we'd all slept in after the long
night before and I still didn't want to get out of bed.

"Okay," I said unhappily and this was the first day of the rest of my
life.

I used the bathroom and washed my face and picked my clothes
carefully. I went for young and innocent. A pink dress, one I wore to
church sometimes, but...No, that would be too weird. I frowned and
decided on a air of old jeans, kinda too small on my hips, but they
had flowers, like daisies embroidered on the cuffs and on the back
pockets. They looked like little girl pants and I hated them. A t-
shirt with Barbie on it. It was too short, but maybe showing my belly
button would help. I knew Barbie would. The only thing that was gonna
save me was if I acted so stupid that they'd think I didn't know any
better.

But they probably thought of that anyway, right? That made me frown.
So maybe I should try and dress older, and act more grown-up. No, that
was a bad idea. That would just make them mad, I thought. If I acted
like it was perfectly okay to have sex because I was fifteen and old
enough to take care of myself, that would be really bad. It might make
them think I just might be old enough to take my medicine too, you
know?

Like, oh! You're a big girl now? You don't need mommy and daddy
anymore? Well, I guess you don't need that big allowance, hmm? I guess
you don't need those credit cards, right? I guess you can ride the bus
home from cheerleading practice everyday. I guess you can find a job
now, since you're such a big, grown-up girl and all.

Christ! I had to be like nine years old again, or I was dead! Of
course I was really only worried about mom, but you know...It was
better to take it seriously! I was gonna get an Oscar for this. Maybe.
If my daddy and me could keep our secret from mommy.

"Uh, hi," I said softly, keeping my eyes down and sort of tip-toeing
into the kitchen so I could sit at the breakfast bar.

Dad was sitting in his usual spot, near the sliding glass doors
leading to the backyard. He was reading his morning paper and drinking
coffee. Mom was making me some breakfast, it looked like, and I
wondered where Florida was. She was our housekeeper and the one who
usually made me breakfast, but I wasn't gonna ask! Although I was
tempted just to see if my dad would smile. It was an old joke at our
house, like "Where's Florida?" and someone would answer, "That way..."
and point southeast kinda, or you know. It's the silly sort of thing
that families do, but not when the world is ending.

"Hmph," daddy glanced at me. "How'd you sleep?"

"Not too good," I said sheepishly.

"Good," he nodded like that was what he expected and I glanced at my
mom. She looked pretty radiant, but tired s well and I guessed daddy
had woken her up after tucking me in. She'd loved it too, I bet.
Probably rode my dad's big hard cock until sunrise, cumming all over
the man that should have been mine. I hated sharing him just because
mommy had been there first.

"I'm making French toast," mom said. "How many do you want?"

"Just two," I said. "Please." I wasn't even a little hungry, but it
wasn't like I was gonna say that! It was sorta tense in that kitchen.

"What happened last night?" dad asked me five minutes later and my
parents just wanted to listen, which was sort of amazing.

"Well, um, Jeremy took me to Baskin Robbins and we talked and stuff,"
I shrugged. "And he asked me if I wanted to see a movie, but I told
him how I couldn't stay out really late, so..."

"So?" mom wondered and she couldn't be mad about any of that.

I'd had permission to go out for some ice cream with Jeremy. Not
really a date, but sort of one. My parents figured I was old enough
for that stuff now, but I was supposed to be home by ten o'clock,
which sucked and I was gonna be pretty late last night anyway, to tell
the truth. But being an hour late wouldn't have been as bad as this.

"So, uh we just drove around a little, like here in the neighborhood
and then Jeremy parked the car and," I swallowed hard, "then he kissed
me and um, I kissed him back."

"You were kissing this boy?" dad asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, and it felt kind of good," I shrugged, looking down at my
uneaten French toast. "So when Jeremy started...touching me..."

"You didn't stop him? mom wondered.

"No, um, I liked it," I admitted softly. "He was telling me I was
pretty and he liked me a lot, you know? I felt kinda...Special."

"Special," daddy took a deep breath. "What else?"

"Um, well, after a little bit he, uh...Jeremy wanted to, you know, do
it," I said, biting my bottom lip. "He wanted to make love to me, he
said."

"And you didn't say no?" mom was shaking her head.

"I don't know," I glanced up at her. "Not really. I sorta wanted to do
it too."

"Okay," dad cleared his throat. "And then what? The police showed up?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "He had a flashlight and made Jeremy get out of the
car and stuff."

"But this wasn't your first time doing that, was it?" mom asked me.

"Uh, no," I whispered.

"How many boys have you had sex with, Lauren?" dad asked.

"Just two," I said. "It kinda hurt the other time."

"So this was only the second time you tried sex?" mom stared at me and
I nodded. "And you have birth control pills and condoms in your
purse..."

"Yeah," I nodded. "But only in case, you know? I don't wanna get in
trouble, I just..."

"Just what?" dad prompted me.

"I just wanna try it," I sighed and my eyes were wet. "I got the pills
from Heather's sister, I sorta...Borrowed them."

"You stole another girl's birth control pills?" mom asked.

"I just wanted one or two," I said. "I was gonna give them back."

"Do you know how those work?" dad asked me and I almost lost it, but
we were really, really good at this after almost three years of
pretending.

"I dunno," I sniffed. "I took one last night, when um, when Jeremy and
me started doing stuff."

"You took one last night?" mom almost smiled and glanced at my dad.

"I don't wanna have a baby or anything," I told them. "But everybody
says it's really fun, so...I'm sorry."

I shivered and big tears spilled down my cheeks to land on my toast.
Mom started rubbing my shoulders and telling me it was okay, that it
was her fault for not explaining things to me better. Dad wasn't
saying very much, but he wasn't so mad anymore either, I didn't think.
I felt sorta bad about lying to them like that, but this was sort of a
life or death situation, you know?

"The woman from Social Services seems to think you've been having a
lot of sex," dad said. "With a lot of different boys. Why is that?"

"She does?" I sniffled and rubbed my nose with the back of my hand.

"Well, she didn't actually say that," mom said, giving my dad a look.
"She told us that she suspected you might be..."

"Promiscuous," dad said and he sounded rather unhappy with that word.

"...a little too eager to, uh, explore your sexuality," mom continued,
ignoring what my dad said. "Too mature in your relationships."

"I don't know," I cleared my throat and looked back and forth between
my parents. "I like boys, um...I told her that. She asked me if I had a
boyfriend and I sorta said I had a lot, but..."

"But what?" dad asked.

"...I don't know," I said. "I just...I have friends and I like boys, but I
didn't think she meant like that."

"I understand," mom nodded and she wanted to believe me now.

"I'm not sure I do," dad told us, like maybe he wanted to believe me,
maybe not.

Neither one of my parents was stupid, unfortunately. My dad's a
radiologist and my mom teaches kindergarten, so they're pretty smart.
Luckily for me though, they're also my parents, which means they have
a hard time sorta stepping back and thinking clearly, you know? Yeah,
mom was ready to tell me all about the birds and the bees and how to
really use birth control, but daddy...

"Why would the police think you were a prostitute?" dad asked and that
was probably a huge deal right there and I wondered why those cops had
said anything about it, if I wasn't being charged with it.

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"And why do you have almost three hundred dollars in your purse?" he
wondered and I really didn't have a good answer for that.

"Um, I just been saving my money," I said. "You know, like you always
tell me too."

"Dear, I think she's been through enough already," mom said.

"Haven't we all?" dad frowned at her. "I just want to know what the
hell's going on, that's all. We're not bad parents, so why..."

"I'm just a bad daughter, ain't I?" I started crying again.

"Lauren..." daddy sighed and then he had to lean over and stroke my
hair. "I didn't say that, come here. Come on."

He let me climb into his lap and cry while he held me and it wasn't
like I was fake crying either. It was all real. I felt pretty bad
about getting caught and I know they'd worried about me. It was easy
to cry and it felt really good being loved like I was. I just wanted
this whole thing to go away. We all did and you should never
underestimate the power of wanting. Not when it's everybody doing it.

"It's alright, Lauren," mommy said and she was smiling into my face.
"It's hard to grow up. I know it is, honey. We just have talk about
things more, right? We love you so much..."

And you wanna know the really cool part? While mommy sat there
watching my tears fall down my cheeks, telling me how it was all gonna
be okay because they loved me and all that? My daddy was busy slipping
his fingers deep into my spermy asshole...Just to let me know I was
still his dirty little whore.



end
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Yeah, I know...Predictable, but I liked the title so much...

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