"Now my balls," he said, his voice betraying mounting excitement. "Touch them, rub them."
Lynn hadn't expected that. She placed her free hand on his flaccid little balls and began to rub. Arthur gave a shrill squeal of pleasure. With her other hand she continued to pump his tiny soft prick.
"Oh, very nice," Arthur sighed.
Soon she felt changes. His loose flopping balls began to swell as she rubbed them, growing round and tight and very hot. His little prick twitched into, life, butting her palm, fattening. In a moment he had a full hard-on, not that it made much difference. His cock was definitely small and skinny.
"Faster, Lynn," he crooned. "Pump me faster now…"
She obeyed. Again he gave a shrill squeal of bliss, and sticky cock-juice began to bubble from the little slit of his swollen red cock-head. She smeared it on her palm to make her pumping swift and wet and slick. Her hand flew…
"Oh, yes," Arthur gasped, "YES! Keep frigging me, dear. That's beautiful!"
She obeyed, and with her other hand she pumped and squeezed his hot little nuts. Though Arthur was no Mr. America, she found herself getting excited, aroused. Always she'd wanted to play wickedly with Bill's cock and balls, but he wouldn't let her. He said only whores did that.
Well, now, in a way, she was a whore. A high-priced kinky whore who was paid to jack men off… And she didn't really mind. It was kind of a kick. She was getting to do things she'd only dreamed of before.
Arthur was red-faced with horny enjoyment, grinning very broadly as she hand-fucked his stiff little dick. All the while he gawked at her huge swinging tits, only inches from his face, as if he longed to touch those long ripe melons but was too shy.
Suddenly his pudgy little hand shot out to cup her tits. He squeezed, sighed-and Lynn was almost too late with the Kleenex. Almost the instant he touched her tits, he came, his creamy jism blasting from his small jerking cock. She whipped her hand off his balls, seized a tissue, and caught his squirting cum.
"Awwwww!" Arthur bawled. "Awwwww!"
Afterwards he looked almost shy about his outburst. He sat up, patted her butt, and got off the table to dress. Lynn busied herself putting a clean sheet on the table.
"I think you did very well for a new girl."
Arthur told her. "You could be more-well, inventive. But for the first time, you were very good." He handed her a five-dollar tip.
"Why, thank you, Arthur," she said, genuinely pleased.
"I tip more when the circumstances call for it," he said mysteriously. "See you next week, Lynn."
Wednesday was a slow night, and there was only one more customer. Hazel handled him. Later she and Lynn took a break and had a beer. "Who'd you get?" Hazel asked. "Arthur? How was he?"
"Oh, he was very nice," said Lynn.
"Yeah, ain't he a lamb?" Hazel sighed. "I wish they were all like him. That bastard I had tonight. Boy! I got a sore throat. He don't know from gentle."
"I don't understand," Lynn said innocently. "How could he give you a sore throat?"
Hazel gawked at her, then cackled. "Honey, where've you been? Don't you know this ain't really a massage parlor?"
"Well, yes," Lynn said, blushing, "but I thought we only had to-well, jack them off."
Hazel sighed. "Oh; no, honey, that ain't the half of it. We gotta suck, fuck, strip-whatever the customer wants. To be blunt, this ain't nothing but another cathouse."
Lynn stared at her.
She didn't know-really didn't know-if she could handle this job after all.
CHAPTER THREE
Bill hung up the phone and frowned. He was glad that Lynn had found a job at last. Their finances were desperate. But a cocktail waitress? He didn't like the sound of it at all. He could see leering drunks making passes at his beautiful wife.
"What was it, Dad?" Tina asked. "Was that Mom?"
"Yeah, honey," Bill said thoughtfully. "She's found a job. But she'll have to work nights. Starting tonight."
Tina couldn't bring herself to express regret. On the contrary, she was delighted.
Her mother had already told her the basic facts of life, but the things Tina really wanted to know about were the things Lynn was too embarrassed to talk about. Specifically, Tina wanted to know how it felt to fuck.
She remembered asking her mother about that, and how Lynn had blushed and gotten so flustered.
"Tina, dear," she said, "I wish you wouldn't use that word."
"What word, Mom?" said Tina.
"You know," said Lynn, avoiding her eyes.
Lynn had hedged. "You'll find out when you get married, dear."
Married? Hell, they wouldn't even let her date yet!
Tina was annoyed and frustrated. It seemed like such a simple question. It concerned a basic act that everybody participated in. Yet she couldn't get any answers. Nobody would tell her how it felt to fuck.
She figured she'd have to find out for herself Since Dad and Mom absolutely refused to let her date till she was sixteen, she'd have to find some other way of getting a male partner, getting him to fuck her, so she could find out all about the great mystery of sex.
It finally occurred to her that there was a very attractive male readily available to her any time of day-Dad. She wouldn't mind getting it on with Dad, not at all. She'd always thought he was the most attractive man in the world.
Now she had her chance. With Mom working nights, Tina and Dad would be alone together every evening..
"Well, let's make ourselves some dinner," Bill was saying. "I can cook, and you can wash the dishes. I guess that's the way we'll have to run it from now on, with your mother working."
"That's all right, Dad," Tina said sweetly. "We'll manage."
While they fixed the dinner and washed up, Tina contrived to rub against her father a lot. Now she could really appreciate the trim hardness of his body, his healthy masculine scent, and his dark good looks. She envied her mother. It must be wonderful to have a lover as handsome as Dad.
"Have you got homework?" Bill asked.
"Nope," Tina lied. She could do it tomorrow in study hall. She didn't intend to miss a second of this evening alone with Dad.
"Then let's watch a little TV," said Bill. "There's a good program tonight on African wildlife."
African wildlife, indeed. Tina wanted to have a little wildlife of her own.
But she humored him, went to sit beside him on the couch. She snuggled up against him, just like she used to do when she was small.
Absently Bill put his arm around her shoulders and watched the program with great interest. Tina watched him with great interest. She was dying to know what he-or any other man-looked like with his clothes off She was especially interested in seeing a grown-up cock.
She'd seen boy pricks before. The kids in grade school were always showing off. But when she got to high school, the boys suddenly became modest. Nobody pissed on the school grounds any more or flashed in the halls. All Tina knew was that cocks got bigger, just like the rest of a boy's body.
She and her girl friends had long discussions about what cocks looked like and how big they were. Nobody could agree, because nobody had actually seen one. Oh, Sheila Smith said she'd accidentally seen her father going to the bathroom, and that his peter was a yard long-but nobody believed her. If it was that big, where would he keep it?
These and other questions burned in Tina's mind. Her curiosity about sex was at fever-pitch. If only she could persuade Dad to enlighten her… She snuggled closer to him, placed her hand on his thigh, and affectionately rubbed him.
Bill pretended to be totally absorbed in the television show, but in fact he was wondering what in hell had gotten into his daughter. She hadn't cuddled with him like that since she was small, and, frankly, he considered her a little too old for that stuff.