(MMf, Mf, cons, prost)
by Art Martin
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2012 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.
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It was a typical fall Sunday afternoon and I was at my old buddy’s house watching a football game. Clem and I have known each other since we played football in high school. Knew his wife too in the biblical sense, both before and after Clem knocked up Amy and married her.
Of course Clem knew of our trysts or at least some of them. After all, I had passed her off to Clem, who acting on my advice, fucked her on their first date. For some time after that we both dated her and she never said ‘no’ to me and I presume she never said ‘no’, to Clem either. After a while I lost interest in her and she became Clem’s “exclusive” girlfriend. If he hadn’t become so belligerently possessive of her, maybe he could have beat the paternity rap. But he was and Amy easily pinned the kid on him. Since then, if Clem was suspicious of me balling Amy, he never showed it. But then again, I’m not the only guy in town getting a piece of that married slut.
Which brings us back to that Sunday afternoon watching our beloved Cowboys… Da Boys were getting creamed, which seemed to be the norm those days. I had brought over a fellow, Jason B., to introduce him to Clem. Jason owns a thriving auto repair shop and was looking for a new location to open up a new garage dedicated to the restoration of classic cars. I’m in the commercial real estate business and had been showing Jason several prime locations where he could build the new garage. Clem ran a construction firm that had been passed down to him from his dad. Me, I was trying to push some business to Clem with the secondary hope of distracting him long enough that afternoon for some quality play time with his whore of a wife.
Sometime during the second quarter, Clem’s sixteen year old daughter, Janelle strode in wearing a thin white cropped top and super tight red short shorts that rode up into her crotch. She was as well endowed as her mother was and it was obvious that she was braless. Wow, that girl had some tits! The shadows of her dark areoles were plainly visible in the thin white fabric as were the prominent outlines of her hard nips. With almost half her ass exposed by the tiny shorts, the girl was true boner material like her mother. Used to the way his wife and daughter dressed, Clem ignored her, but Jason and I got an eyeful.
I had known her since before she was born and she was always a pretty little thing, especially once she had blossomed a few years back. She was accustomed to her good old Uncle Bill ogling her and she obviously enjoyed the attention. She saw me admiring her femininity and cast a sly smile my way while arching her back slightly to emphasized her tits, not that they needed emphasizing. I think Jason nearly had a heart attack right then and there.
“Daddy,” she said in her best sugary Daddy’s girl voice, “can I go with Megan to…”
“No!” he snapped. “Hell, no! You’re grounded. Remember?”
“But, Daddy…”
“You have no privileges! None! Not until your suspension is up!”
“But that’s six weeks!”
“I’ll make it twelve weeks if you like, Janelle. Better yet, you mess up again young lady and I’ll ship your ass off to live with your Aunt Bess and Uncle Jack!”
Now, I’ve been to Jack and Bess’ place before, stopped there with Clem on our way to northern New Mexico on an elk hunt. That place was in the middle of nowhere… had to be twelve miles to the nearest cross road with a place name and not a tree in sight.
“You can’t make me go there!” she shouted.
“Just try me, honey. Just try me,” her glaring father threatened.
Spats between Janelle and Clem weren’t uncommon, but this seemed to be more than the usual overdrawn-bank-account crisis or another mangled fender on her car, so after Janelle went running from the room crying I had to ask what all the fuss was about.
Clem looked at me (and apparently forgetting that Jason was there too) told me, “Would you believe she got caught giving some guy head in the back of a classroom! Blowing some guy’s dick during class! If that don’t beat all!”
Thinking of her mother, I was tempted to say something along the lines of ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,’ but I restrained myself. “You’re kidding, Clem.”
“No, I’m not! They kicked her ass out of school for lewd and immoral conduct and sent her to that “alternative school” where all the gang members, punks and sluts go.”
He suddenly realized that we weren't alone and turning to Jason told him, “Look, I shouldn’t have told you any of that, Jason. It was personal and… I’d appreciate it if you didn’t repeat any of this.”
I was long past being shocked at what came from Clem’s mouth sometimes, but Jason, embarrassed by the comment, just stared down into his beer can. Clem then launched into a wholly inappropriate diatribe about what a slut Janelle was. Before he was finished, Jason and I both learned of the times when Clem had caught her after school shagging this guy or that and how he was fed up with her behavior. He then elaborated on his plan to ship her off to the Texas Panhandle to live with her mother’s sister before she wound up knocked up.
Jason made some excuse that he had some business to tend to, so we left during halftime. After I dropped him off at his house, I went home to finish the game.
Then two days later, I showed Jason another vacant lot that was zoned for business. After viewing the location, we discussed the pros and cons of this lot over all the other lots I’d shown him. Then he said he needed to get his wife a birthday present and asked if I’d mind going with him to the mall. The last thing I’d ever want to do is go to the mall, ever, but if it helped me make the sale…
So here we were, two guys in our mid thirties wandering around clueless as to what to get his wife for her birthday. Hell, I didn’t even know his wife! We were browsing about when I caught sight of a girl in a short stonewashed denim skirt and a blue halter top that was two sizes too small; I noticed that long before I recognized the familiar face. I moved to get a better look and sure enough, there was Janelle pawing some object.
Now, I knew very well that she was supposed to be in school, so I watched what she was up to. She put down whatever she was looking at and moved down the aisle. That’s when I spied him, baggy pants hanging off his ass, baseball cap turned sideways, wearing a blue jersey with a silver star, tattoos covering his legs, arms and neck, the kind of punk that when you see him walking in the street, you consider running him over as a public service. He picked up something, put it down, then he moved away. Janelle moved to where he had been standing, picked up the CD the guy had identified and slipped it into her purse! She was shoplifting for this creep!
I caught Jason’s attention and we watched her another few minutes, picking up and stashing stuff for this worthless punk. Then I moved in. “Well, hello, Janelle,” I said from behind and taking a peek down her half open halter. Girl must’ve jumped two feet straight up; I was lucky I didn’t get my jaw broken!
“Uncle Billy! Oh, my god! What are you doing here?”
“Damn!” I muttered holding my aching jaw. “The question is, Janelle, what in the hell are YOU doing here?”
“I, I, I…”
“You are supposed to be in school. Playing hooky are you?”
“Please, Uncle Billy, don’t tell Daddy. He’ll kill me.”
“He won’t kill you, but he will ship you off to your Aunt Bess.” With my eyes on the exposed inner swell of her youthful jugs I asked, “What’s in the purse?”
“Nothing,” she replied clutching it to her body. “Just my makeup and stuff.”
“Bullshit!” I said as I snatched the oversized handbag away from her. Looking up, I saw the punk watching me. As my gaze bore into him, he took off and disappeared.
“Your friend just ran off,” I told her.
“He’s not my friend.”
“No, he’s not, but you were stealing stuff for him. So let me guess, you steal stuff for him, he sells it, keeps the money and then he and his homies take turns fucking you. Is that about right?”
“Oh, gawd, Uncle Billy, please don’t tell Daddy. Please!!!”
I grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to a checkout counter. “Put all the stuff on the counter, Janelle.”
“But…”
“Put it on the counter!”
As she unloaded her purse of purloined items, the clerk looked between me, the merchandise, and her wanton display of cleavage. Shaking my head in feigned exasperation, I told the clerk, “No matter how many times I tell her not to put stuff in her purse…”
When everything was revealed, I handed him my credit card. The total came up to one hundred seventy three dollars and seventeen cents. The clerk rang up the items, bagged them and I hustled her out of the store and out to the parking lot.
My Lexus was in for maintenance that day, so Jason had driven his 1957 Chevy Nomad. Metallic cherry red with white top and accents, the classic two door station wagon was absolutely gorgeous. I pushed Janelle into the red and white rolled leather interior between Jason and myself.
“What are you going to do, Uncle Billy?” she asked clearly worried.
“Well, for starters, you owe me. One hundred seventy three dollars and seventeen cents to be exact.”
“I don’t have that kind of money.”
“Well, you have all that stuff.”
“I don’t want that stuff!”
“It’s yours now, sweetheart, and now you owe me one hundred seventy three dollars and seventeen cents.”
“I won’t pay that!” the petulant girl spat.
“Okay, I’ll get from your dad, but I guess I’ll have to explain to him how I kept you from being arrested for shoplifting.”
“Please, don’t do that!” she gasped. “I’m begging you… Please.”
“Why shouldn’t I? Your dad will pay me and then we’ll be even.”
“But he’ll kill me!”
“I already told you, he won’t kill you, but you better be prepared for a trip to the Panhandle. I understand that they got electricity out there last year. They’re still waiting for the indoor plumbing though.” That was a bit of an exaggeration; Bess and Jack had had electricity and an indoor shitter for years.
“No! Please! Not that!” With that she began bawling like a baby. Jason and I let her cry as our eyes were fixated on her heaving tits that were practically hanging out of the low slung halter she had on. By the time she stopped sobbing, her makeup was streaked.
“You ever wear a bra?” I asked her.
“What?”
“A bra. Do you ever wear a bra?” I asked again as I hefted a fat orb. “Never mind,” I added as I gave her boob a squeeze, “I like a girl who is ready for some fun.”
Removing my hand and ignoring the fact that I’d just felt her up I continued, “Now about the money… How about if we barter for it?”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you have that I want and what are you willing to give in order to pay me back?”
“Are you suggesting, that I…”
“I’m not suggesting anything. It’s up to you to suggest. You know, your dad told us about why you got kicked out of school, and he told us about catching you and some boys after school. You know, Janelle, it’s not like you’re some innocent virgin.” The distraught look vanished from her face and she smiled as she considered the unspoken offer. “Now, don’t you think you’d be much better off staying here in town than out in the boonies?” I loosened the knot holding her top together and slipped my hand under and over her bare tit. Giving her stiff nipple and playful pinch I added, “I don’t think your Uncle Jack will be nearly as much fun as your Uncle Billy. Do you?”
“You’re a naughty man, Uncle Billy,” she laughed as she twisted away, removing my hand from where I wanted it. She gave me a coquettish look and made no attempt to refasten the loose knot. Pushing a strand of her bleach-blonde hair from her face, she batted her soft brown eyes at me.
Then to my astonishment she reached under her short denim skirt, lifted her butt off the seat and slipped her panties off. She twirled it on her finger and said, “You have a deal,” dropping it on my lap.
I was about to say something snarky like, ‘You’re just like your mama.’ She was in fact, just like her mama. I’d lost count how many times that woman willingly lost her panties. Instead I chose to be direct. “Show us your cunt,” I told her.
Without hesitation she hiked up her short skirt up around her waist and brazenly displayed herself. “Oh, god damn,” muttered Jason who was by now very agitated.
I wasn’t surprised to see that she was shaved completely bald, and leaning forward a bit, I checked out her tightly closed clamshell. Having sealed the deal, I looked over at my client and asked, “Well, Jason, are you up for some fun this afternoon?”
“Damned, straight! Where to?”
“My place. Corner of Sixth and Elm.”
I’d thought about sliding my cock into this foxy tart for years and I wasn’t about to let her change her mind on the way to my place. Before we were ever out of the mall parking lot, I had my hand between her legs. “Spread ‘em,” I told her and she opened her legs. She was a bit dry at first, but she juiced up real quick.
Jason glanced down and seeing my fingers slip into her cunt, he nearly rear-ended a mini-van. Even after that close call, he remained dangerously distracted as he drove, glancing down and watching me finger fucking her teenage cunt. “Keep your eyes on the road, Jason,” I admonished him after the second close call. Then to help him out, I lifted my wet fingers to below his nose so that he could have a whiff. I’m not sure if that helped or not as he sped up to over twenty five miles per hour over the posted speed limit in his haste to get to my place. I had to tell him to slow down., lest we be stopped by a cop.
Just before we reached my street, Janelle was hot to trot. I’d untied the knot that was keeping her top “closed” and was freely feeling her up and pinching her stiff nipples while strumming her guitar. Girl looked positively crazed, but before she popped, I stopped fingering her love button.
“The garage is in the back. Pull into that alleyway,” I told Jason. Of course my garage door opener was in my Lexus, so we had to enter through the back door. Still, the likelihood of someone spotting us with an under-aged girl from the alleyway was slim.
Once inside, the real fun began. I took my guests into the great room, where we would all be comfortable for the upcoming games. I came up from behind her and nuzzled into her neck while my hands peeled off the blue top for Jason’s benefit. His eyes blazed with lust as I made a show of mauling her generous D-cup boobs. After a minute or so of that, I slipped the top off her shoulders and discarded it on the floor. My hands returned to her heavenly orbs for a moment before seeking out the button and front zipper of her jeans skirt. With a deft twist of my fingers the button popped open. Zip! Down went the zipper. Gravity did the rest.
Oh, my Lord! What a vision of female beauty! And she was ours to play with the rest of the day! I had her turn around slowly so Jason and I could see all of her. Man! What a body! She was all curves in all the right places, but I already knew that, but unfettered by even the skimpy clothing she usually wore, what fine, fine curves they were.
I stepped up behind her again and hefting her naked heavy tits asked Jason, “When was the last time you sucked on a teenager’s tit?”
The fire in Jason’s eyes faded a bit and clearly worried he asked, “Just how old is she?”
“Old enough,” I replied.
“How old?”
I whispered into Janelle’s ear and following my instructions she purred, “Eighteen… last week.”
I don’t think he believed the lie, but it sufficed to allow him to throw caution to the wind. He immediately stepped up and taking her tits in hand, lowered his lips to a fat brown nip.
While Jason took his pleasure with her tits, I stepped back and quickly shucked my clothes. Stripped for action, I then stepped back up behind her, grasped her by her shapely hips and humped my seven inch boner up and down her ass crack. As much as I would have enjoyed being the first to suckle her sumptuous tits, we had to share this prize, and I had yielded the tits for first rights with her pussy.
The way she was humping back at me, it was clear that she enjoyed a good tittie suck as much as her mama did. The fact that Jason was also finger fucking her didn’t hurt either. It soon became clear to me that she was ready to move things along. I pulled her away from Jason, who was reluctant to yield her to me and directed her to the double ottoman upon which I had fucked her mother as recently as last week.
“Lie back and spread your legs,” I told her. She didn’t hesitate, but I think it was a surprise to her that I didn’t just jam my cock into her. I knelt between her splayed legs and spread her cunt lips open with my thumbs. Now, I like looking at pussies as much as the next guy, but what I was actually looking for was any hints of venereal disease. Happily there weren’t any blisters, sores or suspicious looking mucus, just the glistening bright pink of a healthy young snatch. Pleased with what I saw (and who wouldn’t be?), I leaned in for a sniff. No funky odors either, just the intoxicating aroma of aroused pussy. For my last test, I licked up her open snatch. Hmmmm, love that taste!
“Oh, god yes!” she cried out as I completed my first lick. “The guys never do that.”
‘Fools,’ I thought as I began my oral ministrations. Naturally I concentrated on tongue lashing her clit as my goal was to first get her off, then fuck her to through a series of orgasms. It wasn’t long before her hips were rotating and she was tugging on her own nipples.
Glancing up I saw Jason standing nearby, stripped for imminent action, his excitement evident by the status of his cock. He seemed to be waiting, but why should he wait? Looking up briefly I told him, “Have her suck your cock.” He seemed startled by the suggestion, but his timidity passed quickly. Replacing her hands with his hands on her tits, Jason straddled her head, lowering his dick to her mouth. Janelle put her head back and opened her mouth to receive his cock. Clem’s daughter was certainly a fun girl.
She nearly bucked off the ottoman when I ran two fingers up her twat and shook her vigorously. Just like most other women I’ve been with, that set off the fireworks. As she coasted down from her first good cum, I put her legs over my shoulders and moved into position and began teasing her pussy with the tip of my rod, sliding up and down her furrow, but not actually penetrating her.
I wanted to be certain that she was totally willing, not that she had remotely indicated anything to the contrary. When I was fairly certain that she could respond, I ordered her to, “Put it in, Janelle. Put my cock in your pussy.” Even as Jason pumped his dick in her mouth, she reached down, grasped my prick and directed it to the maw of her vagina. I pressed forward and slowly drove my dick into her. Almost immediately I began feeling her vaginal muscles contracting. To help her along, I put a thumb to her clit and she went ballistic. Her cuntal contractions became much stronger and despite her mouth being full of Jason’s cock, I could hear her muffled voice crying out. She was a hot one alright.
I felt the squeezing on my dick ease. With her second orgasm having crested I began to power fuck her, slamming my dick into her at a rapid pace, filling the room with a loud, ‘Phat! Phat! Phat!’ The hard fucking also made her slide up the ottoman. Jason tried to back up to keep his cock in her mouth, but as her head hung lower and lower, it got to be an impossible task. Soon she was arched over the far edge of the ottoman with her head on the floor. I had to hold her by the hips to prevent her from completely falling off as I pounded away at her young body while she was practically upside down. The vigorous fucking also had the effect of causing her to peak again and the house reverberated with her cry of pleasure. Yep, she was a screamer, just like her mama.
What with all the caterwauling and her pussy in intense spasms, I couldn’t hold out, not that I wanted to. Adding to the salacious racket, I grunted out my own pleasure as I filled her young cunt with my seed. After getting as much pleasure from her pussy as I could for the moment, I pulled out. Dismounting, I let her legs fall from my shoulders onto the ottoman.
His timidity now completely gone, Jason took his foot and pushed the girl off the ottoman completely. She sort of landed on her side, curled around the ottoman. In a show of dominance, he again pushed her with his bare foot away from the ottoman. Now with her on her back on the carpet, he stood above her, shoving her open with his feet. Then when satisfied, he mounted.
Janelle’s legs curled around him and she dug her ankles into his haunches while he fucked her in the Missionary. After a few minutes of fornicating in the style endorsed by the old church, he paused, pushed her legs up until her knees where in her chest and had at her again for a few minutes. He stopped and dismounted. I thought he was through, but he only stopped long enough to get her on her hands and knees for a fast paced doggie fuck. The staccato of flesh meeting flesh rang through the room and was music to my ears.
The whole scene reminded me of the carefree days of high school, back before Clem got so damned uptight about things. How many times did Clem and I haul some half drunk girl off to the abandoned farmhouse out on Pendleton Road and take turns with her? How many times did we do that with this young tart’s mama before everything changed? When I started dating what’s-her-name, I let Clem have Amy all to himself. Then when I was unceremoniously dumped, I found myself frozen out of a perfectly good threesome… Hell, I found her first! There were words and Clem and I duked it out. After that… well, fuck him! Then came the biggest surprise of all, he married her! After Janelle was born, we were pals again, but not like before.
Once Clem had finished high school, he went straight to work for his old man and his construction business full time. He and Amy lived with Clem’s dad, and while they were hard at work, Amy was left home to change diapers. It wasn’t long before I figured that out and stopped by to see her. What I couldn’t get out in the open, I now got on the sly, and I’ve been getting it ever since. Now I was getting the daughter. What could be sweeter?
After Jason added his load to Janelle’s already creamed cunt, we took a short break. I retrieved beers for Jason and me, and a Diet Coke for Janelle. Then we lounged about and let her work on our cocks with her mouth. Girl could take a lesson or two from her mama on world-class cock sucking, but I’m not complaining, as she quickly had me up and ready for another go at her pussy, this time with her draped over the arm of my sofa for some sloppy rear entry action. Lord, does that girl have a fine ass!
I worked up quite a lather of foamed up jiz and when I finished my second go at her, I pulled out and Jason stepped in, ramming his cock into her as hard as he could. What a fine, fine way to spend the late morning with a fine, fine young slut like my Janelle.
I had plans to screw her all afternoon until school was let out, and I did just that. Jason, however, was called away by some crisis at his shop that needed his personal attention. That left me and Janelle on our own to hit the hot tub and then leisurely fornicate the early afternoon away in my bed. Only problem was with my wheels in the shop, we were stranded. God bless the Yellow Cab folks. They may not speak English too well, but they are reliable!
Before the cab arrived, I told Janelle that if she ever wanted or needed to pick up a few bucks and wanted play hooky again, to give me a call the night before, that way I could pick her up, call the school and pretending to be her dad, say that she was sick. Her reaction to my suggestion that she prostitute herself to me was only to ask, “How much?”
“Hundred bucks?”
“But I got a hundred seventy three dollars and seventeen cents today,” she wryly observed.
“Consider the seventy three dollars and seventeen cents a tip, sweetheart.”
“And not because there were two of you?”
“You didn’t seem to mind fucking us both.”
“As a matter of fact, I didn’t, but I hardly knew that other guy,” she replied with a slutty grin.
Our conversation was cut short by the blowing horn outside my house, but before she dashed out the door with cab fare in hand, she stroked the front of my jeans and told me, “I had fun today, Uncle Billy. I will call you… soon.” Waving her loot, she added, “and thanks!” She dashed out and from the cabbie’s reaction, he liked what saw too.
It was several days before I got a phone call from Janelle. Unfortunately, I had too many business appointments for the following day, but I did have a clear slate the following Monday. At our designated rendezvous time and place on Monday morning, I picked her up and drove her to my office. Once inside and with the door locked, I handed her a hundred dollar bill and told her to strip. She made a big production out of undressing for me and it so distracted me that I almost forgot why we came to the office in the first place; I had a few minor things that had to get done that also included impersonating her dad with the school. But once that was all taken care of and considering that she was nude, beautiful and paid for, I delayed heading to the house for a day of fun.
I took her into my arms and played sloppy kissy face while I gripped her incredible ass and pushed her bare knockers into my chest. Slowly I walked forward and backed her up against my desk, where I pushed onto her back so I could play with her tits for a while before going down on her. As I lapped at her juicy and tasty cunt, she curled her fingers into my hair and pulled me into her. Soon I had her hips going. Her thighs clamped down upon my head and she let out a guttural moan as a wave of pure ecstasy swept over her. Once the wild gyrations of her hips and the grip of her legs lessened upon my noggin, I stood, dropped my trou and slowly entered her. All the way in, all the way out… re-enter, pull out, re-enter, pull out, re-enter and grind into her, pull out, re-enter and grind into her again, pull out. By the time I settled into fucking her in any rhythmic pattern, she was coated with a sheen of perspiration and practically babbling. Her jugs now moved about invitingly while I banged her on my desk, her legs pointing heavenward. Worth every penny of that C-note! The rest of the day would be pure lagniappe in excess!
I filled her cunt with the first of what would be four loads that day. I gave her a hand towel to shove between her legs and once dressed presentably, we headed to my house where we had a morning soak and then a languid marathon screw session. Let me tell you, I was some whipped puppy by the time I needed to drop her off.
We did that several other times in the coming weeks. The girl thought she was making a fortune!
Late one afternoon and several hundred dollars later, I was just lying about playing with her big tits and letting her lick my balls. That was certainly delightful enough even if I couldn’t raise the temporarily dead. Then came the phone call. I had turned off my cell, as I had better things to do than dick around with a client, so it came as a bit of surprise to hear the unlisted house phone ring.
“Bill! This is Clem!” With that distinctive deep gravelly voice of his, he didn’t need to identify himself. “I need a favor, buddy. I just went to Janelle’s school to talk to them about her and come to find out, some guy saying that he was me had called her in sick. That fucking little whore!”
I looked about nervously lest he was actually outside my window lurking about with a crowbar in his hand. “Uh, you don’t say.”
“She is a whore! Look, this afternoon when she gets home I need you to run interference with me so that I don’t do something stupid… like beat the life out her!”
“Stay calm, Clem, stay calm. Take a deep breath. You’re not going to lay a hand on her.”
“I’ll wring her god damned neck! That’s what I’ll do! Shit! For Christ’s sake, now she’s suspended for two weeks from reform school! Tell me, how in the hell do you get suspended from reform school?”
“It’s not really a reformatory, Clem. Just a school for…”
“I know what the fuck it is and know who and what she is! Damn it, I’m packing her ass off to Jack and Bess where there ain’t no one around for miles who she can spread her legs for!”
‘Except maybe, Jack,’ I thought to myself. “Okay, okay. What time will she be home?”
“Should be around four thirty, but who the fuck knows!”
“I’ll be there.”
“Thanks, Bill. I owe you one, buddy.”
As I hung up the phone, Janelle was sitting up in bed, looking wide-eyed and positively delicious. “What did Daddy want?” she asked in a near panic.
“Seems he went to your school this afternoon for a conference and found out that some guy had called you in sick today.”
“Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!”
“You’ve been suspended for another two weeks,” I added.
“He’s gonna kill me! What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do, Uncle Billy!”
“You’re going to go home, just like you are supposed to go home every day.”
“I can’t go home!”
“Yes, you will. Now, he wants me to be there when you get home so that he doesn’t lose control. I promise you, he won’t hurt you. Now, I’ll drop you off near your bus stop and then go on ahead of you. He’s going to rant and rave, but he won’t lay a hand on you. I’ll see to that. Now you need to concoct a good story of where you’ve been all day. Be honest, but not too honest. Tell him that you were with a guy. Make up a name… some kid from school, but don’t use a real name.”
“He’s going to send me to Aunt Bess! I can’t go there! I won’t go there!”
“Just relax, baby. Remember, when you walk through that door, you have to be surprised that he found out you skipped school today. It’s okay to cry and say you’re sorry, but it might not do much good. But don’t tell him that you won’t ever do it again… goes to the heart of your credibility. I know; tell him that you hate school and that you won’t go back. Tell him that you want to get a job.”
“I don’t know, Uncle Billy. When he gets mad, he scares me sometimes.”
“Then just cry a lot. He’s a man and men hate women crying. That’s it, play to his weakness!”
Actually, I was just as afraid of what that big bastard might do as she was. If he ever found out where she’d actually been… I shuddered at the thought.
I dropped off a very nervous and very frightened Janelle around the corner from her bus stop, instructing her to hang out until the bus comes by and then to walk home and pretend like everything is hunky-dory.
As I pulled up to Clem’s house, I reviewed in my mind what I would do to defend myself should he go off on me and what I’d do if he got too physical with Janelle. Other than that, I didn’t have a clue as to how this would play out other than it was almost certain that Janelle would be on a bus to the Panhandle that very evening. Damn! Just when things were getting really good.
I knocked and then let myself in as I was accustomed to do. Clem was sitting in his La-Z-Boy with an expression I’d seen many times before… he was seething.
“Mind if I help myself to a beer?” I asked casually.
“No, go ahead. Bring me one too, will ya?” He hadn’t blown my head off so… so far, so good.
I handed him a beer and said, “Think back to when we were her age. We made our share of mistakes.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. What in hell does that have to do with anything now?”
“It has everything to do with now. Janelle, you know, she hates school. She thinks she’d be happier getting a job.”
“Get a job? The only thing she knows how to do is suck cock and spread her legs. Who the hell would hire her?”
“I would. Maybe not for a permanent position, but she can come work with me for awhile, see what business is all about. I’ll teach her about contracts, accounting principles, you know, how to conduct business. Then when she learned a little, she can make the decision to either continue working, either for you or for me, or going back to school. Ultimately, she’ll know enough to be a help to you… maybe even take over from you when it’s time.”
Clem looked at me, his facial expression softened. “You’re a good friend, Bill; always have been, even though you do bang my wife once or twice a week.” He knew I was fucking Amy and he didn’t mind? That was a revelation! “Remember that old farmhouse out on Pendleton Road? The three of us sure had some good times there!”
“Of course I remember,” I chuckled. “But back to the problem at hand.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at Janelle, Bill, practically undressing her with your eyes. Hell, you don’t want to give her a job to learn business, you just want to get her off alone with you.”
“Clem, I…”
“Be honest with me, Bill. Wouldn’t you like to get her naked and fuck her?”
“Clem…”
“Of course you do! You’re a man, and what man wouldn’t like a piece of her? Shit, I don’t blame whoever she was with today… Christ, do you see the way she dresses? Pure come-fuck-me! Hell, I’m her father and the girl gives me a hard-on.”
Our discussion was put on hold when Janelle bounced in all cheery, singing out, “Is anyone home?
“Oh, hi, Daddy!
“Hi, Uncle Billy!”
“Come here, Janelle,” Clem said in his stern fatherly voice, “I have something to discuss with you.” Obediently Janelle approached with feigned look of innocent curiosity on her pretty face.
“You weren’t at school today. You were off with some boy, doing what boys and girls do. You’ve been suspended for another two weeks for willful truancy.” He stopped and waited for all that news to sink in as the color in Janelle’s face drained out. What an actress! “So, what do you think I should do with you?”
“Daddy, I’m sorry… I…”
“Don’t tell me you’re sorry when you aren’t! Give me that, will you!”
Clem took a swig of beer. I watched where his eyes where, crawling up and down her sumptuous body. “Bill and I have been discussing this. Bill has suggested that during the next two weeks that you work for him at his office and maybe learn what working at job really means. Sounds like a better plan to me than just shipping your ass off to your Aunt Bess. Now, if I hear of any complaints about you from Bill, I’ll blister your ass, little girl… Do you understand?”
“Does that mean I can get my car back?”
“Don’t push it! That car remains in the driveway until I know that I can trust you.”
“Then how will I get to Uncle Billy’s office?”
Clem thought for a moment then offered, “I can drop you off in the morning and perhaps Bill can give you a lift in the afternoon, if that’s okay with Bill.”
“Sure,” I replied, “not a problem.” I was still in a state of shock that Clem had actually bought into my plan.
“Good, then it’s settled.”
“Then you’re not mad at me, Daddy?”
“Why should I be? You’re just growing up. Hell, you are grown up.”
He reached forward and popped her on the ass saying, “Now, be good girl and fetch us men a couple of cold beers.”
With Janelle out of the room for a few minutes, Clem turned to me and left me speechless. “Just one thing, Bill. If you knock her up, you’re going to marry her. Understand? I don’t want any bastard kid for a grandchild. It just ain’t right. So tell me, is she as good as her mother?”
How do you answer a question like that?
THE END
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