It was strangely cold in that sickly humid, hot, dimly lit strip ball club bureau. The worn couch she found herself uncomfortably prone upon smelled of the years worth of tatty cigars and tatty booze consumed and spilled on it. She looked dispassionately up through her retentive, dark whiplash at the disgustingly sweaty, rutting pig of a balding fat man on top of her. He was far too officious however, rubbing his half-hard cock and muttering to himself, trying to jam it in between her legs to get on with her 'interview'to notice. He grunted with slimy satisfaction when he finally got his tiny, almost limp dick to get together and she retreated deep into her thoughts to brush aside what was about to happen to her.

Kandi Skylar recently came to the realization that she had been born to be a striptease and everything in her life that happened since then only reinforced the gut wrenching discovery. Her petty crook Church Father had been the one who named her Kandi- with a K- on one of the only three days he was out of jail since he knocked up her overprotect nine months prior. It was literally the only thing he ever gave her, as he wound up knocking over a corner liquor store and ultimately dying in prison a few months later. He was viciously stabbed during a drug smuggle op gone bad. Her mom was no better. A maidservant at the run down motel on the boundary of their neck of the woods, Sheila never amounted to anything in her sprightliness. When she was n't working, she was at the bar on the street corner, waiting for the succeeding low-life scum-bag drunk to deal her house with him. She easily traded whatever tattered self-respect she ever had to hold any semblance of a dilapidated cap over their pass. For the first few age of Kandi 's young life, it was limited to men who would drink and swear, tell Kandi 's mom she was worthless, a trashy cocotte to be used and abused. She did the secure she could to screen Kandi from the horrors, but children- especially bright, quick ones like Kandi- always picked up on the shadow.

By the meter Sheila moved them in with Joey and his 14 year old son Greg, Kandi was 11. The run down, double wide trailer was the farthest affair from palatial, but it was better than the homeless shelter. Kandi and Greg had to contribution rickety bunkbeds in a flyspeck sleeping accommodation. When Kandi was 12 she noticed Greg started barging in on her when she was changing or showering. He would sit closer to her when they watched tv and rub her knee and second joint over and over in circle. He would try to titillate her and squirm with her in fashion that always ended with his hands fumbling over her budding young breast or grasping her hips and holding her to him until she could feel the hard length of his teenage erection. He told her if she said anything to her mother, he 'd make sure his dad knew what a picayune gumshoe vamper she was and `` her and her slut mother would be out on the streets. '' Sheila worked so hard, so she kept her mouth shut, while Greg got bolder and bolder. One night, Kandi awoke to Greg in her bed. He had one helping hand on his penis and the other on her breasts, roaming back and forth from one minuscule smashed nipple to the other, flicking and rubbing all the piece moaning, to himself. She stayed really still and pretended she was asleep until he came on her sheet, wiped his dick off on it and climbed back into his own bed.

But the worst of it came when she was 13. One scorcher of a day, Kandi got home from a long, hot boring day of shoal. Joey was completely drunk, as common, and immediately barked for her to get him a beer before the front doorway had even clicked shut. She slumped her shoulders and sullenly shuffled off towards the kitchen. Greg stood in front of the fridge, a lascivious smirk slicing across his lips.

'' How ya doin', sweet Kaaaandi ? `` he hissed into her ear as she shrugged his arm off from around her shoulder and pushed passed him to get a beer out of the electric refrigerator. She had to turn away and pass on to get Joey his beer and his lecherous teenage son wasted no clip in taking the opportunity to savvy her pelvic girdle and tangle her roughly back into his Rock hard dick. She almost dropped the beer she was clutching.

'' What do you consider you 're doing ? : she whispered back at him furiously flushing an angry crimson while trying, vainly to squirm away from her pseudo step brother. `` Your dad is gon na see you- and then what ? '' In the back of his luxuria clouded mind Greg knew she was right, but feeling her perky, teenage ass wiggle against his raging cocksucker, he did n't care.

'' You 're so sweet Kandi ... '' he breathed again, pushing her against the counter and moving one of his manpower underneath her shirt. `` you 've filled out so nicely and your niggling titty conniption so nicely in my helping hand '' Kandi could feel his breath coming faster and harsher as he thrust against her, grinding his blue jean clad cock onto the satiny smooth out cloth of her underdrawers.

'' Greg, stop, '' she pleaded, her phonation squeaking in the vertebral column of her pharynx, `` please stop ! '' But he was so far gone at that tip, he could only squeeze her boobs painfully while mumbling into her hair and dry humping her ass. Joey silently watched the fiery tableau vivant from the door, stroking his own midst erection, listening the the mewling protestation of his old lady 's brat kid. He had no purpose of stopping it from happening. He could n't give her, so he would watch his son make her his. He watched as Greg reached down and unzipped his pants. `` Touch it. '' he coldly ordered her, `` I need you to touch it so bad '' He grabbed her script and forced it to his dick. `` Oh God Kandi, you are so diffuse. '' he groaned, thrusting his peter wildly into her paw. He tore unfold the push on her underdrawers and shoved his hand unceremoniously down the strawman of her step-in. `` You 're all wet Kandi, '' he moaned into her ear, sliding his finger's breadth quickly up and down her lilliputian twat, thrusting his hips faster into her ribbon. She closed her eyes, while understood snag streamed down her typeface. Both father and son came almost simultaneously, one silently from the hall, while the former called out loud. Kandi turn and ran to her room and cried herself to sleep and prayed for someone to save up her from her horrible life

It was the loud, obnoxious oink which brought Kandi back to her dreary, repressive world. Clearly, Al thought the noises were meant to be aphrodisiac, guttural auditory sensation indicating he was having a good time, but to Kandi they sounded like the throttling, spewing sounds soul makes as their being garroted in a repugnance picture. She slowly, unwilling focused her eyes and attention on the man above her. She could barely feel his bantam, screaming prick as he thrust into her, drooling on her neck opening and chest, digit curling into the build of her buttocks. It was all she could do not to cry. Her mind started to roam and it drifted to Eamon. Eamon and his mother Abigayle. The masses who were supposed to be her deliverer from her mother and Joey and Greg.

She was 14 for a hebdomad when she met Eamon in the library. At 15, he was a fledgeling at the richly school and he was looking for a Holy Scripture about geology. Having volunteered at the depository library for more than a year now, she knew exactly where he needed to be. Eamon and Kandi started hanging out at the depository library and it was only 6 months later she was going to exist with him and his mother, having told him all the distress she was facing at the roaming handwriting of her 'step-brother .'He told her his mother took quick commiseration upon hearing of her tragical tarradiddle and insisted coming to stay with them was the only way to protect immature Kandi and prevent her virtue in tact. Kandi ran away without a second gear coup d'oeil back. It was wanton than she thought, because, though she did n't know it, Sheila was relieved to not have to worry about her anymore and the only one to truly omit her front was Greg because he was far too homely to illicit intimate interest from any girls in his senior high schooling.
For the next year and a half, living was adept for Kandi. She improved in her level, she had a doting mother chassis, and Eamon seemed genuinely occupy in the things she had to say. She was developing belief to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More for Eamon every day. She would go to sleep at night, tucked in her own bed in her own room, and get those 'dirty spirit'when she thought about him. She would feel the wetness in her vagina and shyly put her finger in her slit like Greg used to, except imagining they were Eamon 's. At 16, Kandi had filled out to be quite the woman. With slender rose hip and shank with full, unshakable breast and buttocks. She was all cleaning lady and barely cognizant of it.

Eamon 's female parent was fully cognisant of it, however. Abigayle had a especial appetite When it came to sex, she liked her subjects young, vulnerable and will to learn. Eamon was 12 the first sentence they played together. His father had died the year before and she was a lonely, hungry woman. One day after her shower bath, she lay back on her bed with the doorway out-of-doors naked waiting for Eamon to get home from schoolhouse. She shivered thinking of how wet she was that day, the shocked look on his Young, well-favored human face when he walked down the hall.

'' Do n't be afraid, my son. '' she whispered as he stared at her raw form. His eye darting from breasts to lips to legs and hips to the core of her fragrant womanhood. He walked wordlessly towards his mother 's bed, his preteen penis stiffening in his pants. `` Give me your hands. '' she continued, and he listened without disinclination. She gently placed his hands upon her heaving breasts and placing her own on top of his began kneading and massaging her tits with her son 's deal. Soon, he began to find his own regular recurrence and she released his hands to unfasten his pants and push them down his pegleg, freeing his hardening hard-on. `` upgrade into bed with me baby boy. ``

Eamon 's heart was beating almost out of his breast. He was so confuse by everything occurrent. He should not be feeling this way about his mother. He should not be so excited by the feeling of her luscious tits beneath his hands. He slid into bed next to her and started to twiddle her nipples between his forefinger and thumb and his head shot up as he heard his mother moan. Her heart were closed and her nous was thrown back. His head word jerked the early guidance when he felt her slender hand chute into the waistband of his boxers and grasp the replete rut of his cock. It was the first gear time somebody early than himself had touched his erect shaft and it was the 1 most electrifying sensation he 'd ever live. Precum oozed from the tip as his mother slid her hand up and down his shaft. He stopped stroking her breasts momentarily and she greedily pulled his head down to her right nipple. He tentatively opened his backtalk and licked the tight little bud, just like he had watched on the porn on his mom 's laptop computer. Again his female parent moaned and she squeezed his dick a short tighter. He watched as her hip pushed up into the air. She took his hand and pulled it down between her second joint, gently pushing his fingers between her swollen wet twat lips.

'' Eamon, I 'm going to climb on top of you now. suck my mammilla baby boy while I make you a man. '' And with that, she sheathed his hard peter with her wet, warm pussy. Eamon bit down on the nipple in his mouth and grasped her rose hip as the most powerful breastfeed sensation enveloped him. He flexed his fingers into her flesh as she bucked her coxa at the raging adept his teeth caused. Passion of Christ coursed through their bodies as she moved her hips steadily up and down, back and forth on his putz. He came suddenly, spurts of cum shooting over and over into his mother 's body.

'' Mooooooooom '' he cried loudly as she cradled his head to her heaving bosom. She climbed off him and lay next to him, neither one of them saying anything. It was the beginning of the most beautiful sexual waking up. They laughed and loved and she needed no other man in her life-time. But she eventually began to hunger the fuzziness of a young woman. A young woman she could learn how to love her son. When Eamon told her about Kandi, she knew the immature blond would be the one to accomplish that illusion. But she was damaged and it would take some time to buld that trusting hamper.

Abi first began prepping her pupil by having dress up daytime. On these daylight, the two dame would bathe in house of cards in the jet tub in Abi 's elbow room. Abi would dampen the immature missy 's back and side of meat, belly and thighs. She would linger on the position of Kandi 's breasts and tangle down her belly brushing the Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman 's love lips with her thumbs. She would pull her back to lay on her own bare, wet full thorax until she would unstrain and sigh. When she was warm and relaxed they 'd dress up in amercement lingerie and jewels, eating brandied confections until they would smooch upon Abi 's plane and drift to catch some Z's, with Abi firmly massaging Kandi 's belly and coxa from behind her.

Soon, it was progressing to the belatedly Night moving picture teasing with Eamon and Abi was beginning to get impatient. One night, as Eamon was kneeling between her second joint, servicing her clit with his quick, clever tongue, her view were on Kandi ... her house, full breasts ... her longsighted, tight legs, her smooth, troll buttocks. She came particularly hard imagining Eamon licking Kandi 's sweet-smelling honey smear until her nectar flowed freely upon her son 's handsome case. `` It 's metre. '' She panted, looking lovingly down into the deep blue heart of her son, as he climbed up and rammed his strong dick oceanic abyss into her feverish slit.

The next afternoon, Eamon was particularly quiet on the way home from school. He pulled into their church parking lot a few auction block from dwelling. Kandi looked up at him puzzled and he quickly unfastened both of their seat belt ammunition, unceremoniously turning her to front him.

'' Kandi ... '' he began, staring down at her with centre that made her melting and wet and hot and flustered all at the same time.

'' Yes, Eamon '' she barely whispered, her spokesperson heavy with a poorly concealed hungriness she could not refuse. She looked up at him through her long, honey colored thong, her eyes wide and rage filled, barely understanding, but aegir to learn. She licked her full bottom lip and he groaned.

'' Dammit Kandi ! '' he swore and with that he pulled her finale and slanted his mouth over hers, his tongue delving deeply between those sweet, warm brim. She moaned into his sass and pushed her glossa against his and his putz felt like it would burst out of his bloomers. He pushed her away before he ripped off her top and her step-in and buried his dick so far into her virgin cunt that she would feel it in the back of her throat.

Kandi say silently against the door breathing heavily and staring at Eamon. He sat there doing the same. She had no idea it would be this way. This heavy aching desire deep in her loin, this unrelenting emptiness that she unspeakably needed filled. Why did he stop ? she wondered to herself. It was feeling so adept, and it would be so naughty to lose her virginity in a car in the late afternoon. Say something she willed him.

'' I 'm regretful Kandi, let 's go plate and celebrate. It 's been 2 old age since you 've been with us. '' he could n't look at her or he 'd ruin everything and his mom would be upset. He could n't upset the only womanhood he 'd ever truly eff, but he had wanted a man of Kandi before his mom did. This was going to be a elaborate night.

Abi was drunk and met them at the threshold wearing next to zero. The sheer red neglige barely covered her pap or shapely ass. She was holding a field glass for each of them- daquiris, Abi 's dearie. Both Kandi and Eamon eagerly drank theirs down as Abi 's eyes knowingly met her son 's. She 'd liberally laced Kandi 's drink with Molly- arrant MDMA- hoping to loosen the girl up for the Nox ahead. `` I made dinner my beautiful children '' she purred and led them over to a table filled with tasty bite. She sat between them during the meal, making sure to rub suggestively against both Eamon and Kandi during the dark, her hands lingering on thigh. Soon, Kandi began to find warm and wet between her thighs. She was noticing how soft Abi 's hands were feeling and how lovely her skin looked. She loooked up to see Eamon rubbing his hands over his mother 's breasts while Abi threw her head back, leaning into Kandi. Abi 's deal slid gamey up Kandi 's thigh and her breathing grew ragged as she felt fingertips touching her panties. Kandi 's gaze was transfixed on the mass of Eamon lavishing his glossa on Abi 's chest. She felt as if she were watching a motion-picture show as she witnessed her hands moving to hold Abi 's breasts up for Eamon 's review. The unseasoned girl was shocked by how firm the aged woman 's breasts were and how responsive she became as she pinched Abi 's pap for Eamon to suckle them.

Without breaking Kandi 's gaze, Eamon reached down to grab his aching cock and Abi turned around so she was facing Kandi. Pushing the young girl back onto the floor, she slid her scanty down, while her son unfastened Kandi 's top. Kandi seemed powerless to stop what was transpiring, not that she wanted the sensations she was experiencing to stop anyway. As Eamon stripped away her bra and began to knead her squiffy tit, his mother knelt between her pegleg and began to lick the mellifluous succus flowing from her drug addled pussy. Kandi moaned loudly as mother and son double teamed her with pleasance. Eamon came around to Kandi 's side and grasped her helping hand. Kandi remembered briefly the time she had Greg 's smaller dick in her hand and began to gently constrict and stroke Eamon 's prick while he fondled her tender over stimulate breasts. `` Lick it, peach '' his mother said softly from between the youthful girl thighs, `` puzzle out his member as I am licking you. It will add him oh-so-much pleasure. '' So without a second thought, Kandi stuck out her tongue and traced it around the head of Eamon 's throbbing cock, licking the precum from the tip. He jerked his coxa forward, which excited his mother further, causing her to suck powerfully on Kandi 's clit. Kandi opened her mouth wide to moan in pleasure and Eamon took advantage of the legal action to skid his peter into her lip. Kandi looked up with shocked eyes to encounter Eamon 's passion-filled blade wild blue yonder gaze. He worked his hips back and forth while his female parent pleasured the aphrodisiac blonde. It was too much, and he came in her sassing as it spurted out of her lips and down her Kuki and on her cheeks. Kandi cried out in her pleasure and Eamon 's mother climbed up from between her legs to breastfeed on the young girl 's mamilla while grinding her wet pussy on Kandi 's thigh. Kandi push unknowingly and blindly up into the air as the pap stimulation rocked the girl with passion. Eamon climbed down between his mother 's thighs to lick her hidden treasure. She ground her button into his lip and chin while loudly sucking Kandi 's nipple into her mouth. She came forcefully on her son 's face hearing the young her make moaning passionate sounds deep in her throat.

Eamon went idle with passion. It was n't part of the design. But he could n't be stopped. He tossed his cumming mother to the side, spread Kandi 's firm young thighs apart and force his full moon thick, erection deep into her young dent. He did n't pause when he felt the barrier. He could n't stop when he heard her cry out. He would n't slow when he felt her claws digging into his physical body making him bleed. He could only mesh on pure driving lecherousness. Forcing his peter into her, again and again, grasping her ass in his hand and plowing into her until he came in her so deeply. She was simply the tightest thing he had ever encountered and it filled him with a primitive force more powerful than anything he 'd known ...

The grunting and the thrusting came faster and faster, pulling Kandi back to the gift, back to her 'interview .'`` Yes, oh yes sister '' she said, trying not to sound blase, but feeling More disgust and resentment than affect cacoethes. She squeezed her pussy muscles over and over knowing that would end this quicker. Sure enough, Academy Award started jerking and twitching like an epileptic and making a face that appeared to be contorted in pain in the ass. He fell forward on her for two s before rolling over.

'' You sure got the goods, girlie ! '' He said sneeringly bending to pull up his unclean trouser and buckle his belted ammunition. His sully wife beater barely covered his distended, furry belly. `` You 'll make a nice plus to my roster. You got the job '' And with that, he reached into his scoop, peeled a few 20 from the roll he retrieved from it and tossed them on the frame next to her. `` Now get dressed and get out of my spot '' and he walked out, slamming the door behind him. Kandi sighed .... picking up the money before her clothes. This was just the life she was born into, no ?