Susan Carter - Father knows best

Damn, Renee thought to herself, I don't want to do it, hut I have to. It's time the girl learned to go places by herself. I can't have her holding onto me all her life.

Her daughter Idrine, was an ageless looking youth, with long cascading black hair, dancing brown eyes, a pair of red apple cheeks, and a smile that lit up the world. Idrine was a little chubby, but that was baby fat soon to melt away. She had budding breasts smaller than hen's eggs which bounced excitingly under her blouse. Renee knew she would shortly have to buy her daughter a bra.

It wasn't as if Renee was sending Idrine to the far corners of the earth. There wasn't even a need for the girl to take a bus. It was just a walk through the park to her grandmother's. Still, Renee remembered what had happened to herself in that same park once and knew that sending Renee was an act of rebellion against her own fear.

Remembering so, she had given Idrine the riding crop.

"Listen," Renee said, "if a man tries anything, hit him with the riding crop as hard as you can and then run. He should be so surprised you'll be out of the park before he can think a dirty word."

"Oh, mother!" Idrine gave her mother an exasperated look, before admiring the sexy new figure that she'd just started growing. The mirror in the apartment foyer reflected a pert body that Idrine knew carried a strange effect on the boys at school.

Renee watched her daughter leave by peeking through the drapes. She chided herself again for being too protective, but the apprehension continued as Idrine stepped off the curb and headed for the park. It was late spring and the trees were all in full bloom as they had been when she had crossed that park, thirteen years earlier. It had been early evening when she had gone. How well Renee remembered. She had been eighteen-years-old at the time. She had been living on the other side of the park with her mother, Harriet Pembroke.

"Just take this package to your Aunt Betty, across the park," Harriet Pembroke said to her daughter, Renee. "But be careful. When you get there, make sure you stay the night."

"Why, momma?" Renee asked.

"Just do it," Harriet said to her daughter. "I don't want you out after dark."

It was partially true. Harriet didn't want her daughter walking in and seeing how she made a living. Ever since Renee's illegitimate birth, Harriet had been on her own, and she'd had to prostitute herself to support Renee and herself.

Renee, wearing a light pink dress, took the small package from her mother and went out into the summer evening. The sky was first starting to darken, but the air was warm as she entered into the depths of the park. Renee wasn't too frightened. All paths eventually led out of the park, but she wanted to come out on the right side so she wouldn't have to skirt the edge of the park and walk any more than was necessary.

There were many bushes in this part of the park, and as Renee walked, she heard sounds coming from one particularly dense growth. Curious, she walked over, but saw nothing. The sounds, like a man panting, became louder, so Renee bent down and crawled between two bushes and there, in the center of the small copse, was a naked man. He sat on the ground with his back against a small tree. His thighs were wide apart, and Renee could see he had one hand gripping something long and hard between his legs. His other hand holding a cigarette, alternating puffing and jerking.

"Gee!" Renee said, coming closer, staring at the long, thick throbbing rod. "What's that?"

"Huh?" the man asked, startled out of his reverie. "What's what?"

"That long thing you're pulling on," Renee said.

"Oh, that's my joystick," the man told her. "My name's Larry, and I get a lot of fun pulling on my stick."

Renee could see he was a weird man, not much past thirty. He had slick black hair, a very thin body, and a long, pointed nose, almost like some kind of animal.

The truth was, Larry Hunter was one of her mother's "clients". Unfortunately, he had spent his money on some prime smoke, and as a result, couldn't afford to visit Harriet Pembroke. So he had spaced himself out here in the park, stripped off his clothes, and he had proceeded to start stroking his cock while continuing to drag on his cigarette.

Renee moved closer to Larry, kneeling down and peering between his legs. This was her first glimpse of a penis, and she had no idea what it was, or why it was used. Her mother had kept her in total ignorance where men were concerned, insisting her daughter be excluded from sex-education classes in school. As a result, Renee Pembroke knew absolutely nothing about penises.

Although it was getting darker, Renee could make out the long staff with the red mushroom on top. The mushroom seemed to be almost heart shaped, with a little eye in it, and the eye seemed to be weeping a solitary tear.

"Well, gee, this might seem like a lot of fun to you," Renee said to Larry, "but that part of you sure doesn't seem to like it. I mean, it looks like it's crying."

"Yeah, well, there's a good reason for that," Larry smiled, letting go of his throbbing cock. "You see, it needs attention from a girl. If it gets that, it'll stop crying."

"Really?" Renee asked, completely absorbed in the sight of the solid meat. "I'm a girl. Maybe I could give it the attention it needs, and then it'll stop crying."

"Gee, wouldja?" Larry Hunter asked.

"Sure," Renee nodded. "What do I have to do?"

"Well, to start with," Larry murmured, "you don't wanna get your dress dirty, so take it off."

Renee thought about it for a moment, and realized Larry was right. Her mother would kill her if she saw dirt smudged on her new pink dress. At Larry's insistence she also removed her undershirt and panties. After all, he was completely naked, and Renee reasoned he was probably naked so he wouldn't get any of his clothing dirty.

The young girl caught the tripped-out Larry staring at her. Even through the haze, he could see what a lovely tan body Renee had. Her breasts had not yet started to swell, but there was the promise of more than a handful, eventually. She had light tan nipples with tiny aureole. Her skin had no blemishes on it, mostly because she sunbathed on her roof every day, after summer school. Because Renee had no breasts to hide, she sunbathed without a top, but a white stripe across her hips let Larry know she wore the lower part of a bathing suit.

"Hey, you have something else," Renee said, kneeling between Larry's thighs and staring. "What's that funny looking sac hanging down under that other thing."

"The long, hard thing is my cock," Larry told her. "I feel all kinds of funny sensations in it, but it takes a girl to really bring all the feelings out of me. As for the hanging bag, that's my scrotum. It holds my balls."

"Why do you have balls?" Renee asked.

"My balls manufacture a special kind of syrup," Larry explained. "The syrup, inside me, causes me to have these funny feelings. It has to come out."

"Well, gosh, how does it come out?" Renee wanted to know.

"It takes a little time," Larry told her, "But I'll show you what to do. Then you can go ahead and do it. Okay?"

"Okay," Renee nodded. "What do I do, first?"

"First, you have to come down here and sit in my lap," Larry told her.

"Hey, I hope this doesn't take too long," Renee said. "I mean, I have to get to my Aunt Betty's house."

"Don't worry, it won't take long at all," Larry assured her. He reached out taking the little girl's hand, and bringing her down into his lap. She automatically wound her arms around his neck to keep from falling any further, nestling her undeveloped nipples against his hairy chest. Her head rested against his forearm, which he tilted back a little, thereby making her tilt her face up. And then he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her.