Sam gasped as the sticky pearly fluid shot out of his 12-year old cock. His eyes scanned over the pictures of the naked women in the dirty magazines he'd found in the woods three months ago, and stashed in his treehouse for just this activity. He'd been telling his parents that he was going to a friend's house, but instead he'd just go up to the little treehouse he'd had since he was 8, and would masturbate as he looked at these magazines. He was usually able to cum twice before he couldn't take the stimulation any longer, and then he'd either go searching in the woods where he'd found these first magazines for more of them, or he'd actually drop by his friend's house.
Red cheeked in the crisp October air, he stroked until no more dribbles came out onto the large brown maple leaves he'd placed down on the floor to collect his jizz for easy clean up. The whine of old brakes and the sound of a car engine got his attention. His treehouse overlooked the driveway, and he thought his mom and his sisters would be gone longer than that. He waddled over to the window with his pants and underwear still down and peeked out of it to see what was going on. Instead of seeing his mother's car, it was a different car in the driveway, an older one, beat up looking, and not one he was familiar with. The front doors opened, and out got a man he did not know and a passenger that he did.
Her name was Trina. She was his age and they were in the same math/English block class at school. He thought she was kind of pretty, and he always felt a bit bashful when she'd smile in his direction the same way she smiled at everybody. This time however, she was not smiling. If he had to put a name to her current expression, it would have been 'all business.' Most importantly though, Sam could not fathom why she was at his house. They'd barely spoken at all at school and there was no way she had come to see him out of the blue like this.
Trina and the man moved out of sight up the front walk to the door of Sam's house, and he heard faintly from inside the sound of the doorbell ringing. He heard the door open, an unintelligible conversation, the sound of the door closing, and then the man appeared again, alone, returning to the car. He got in, started the engine, and drove away. Sam felt his heart pounding in his chest with regard to the strange scene he'd just witnessed. Trina had just been left here, at his house, and was presumably inside with Sam's father.
Sam was of two minds now. He wanted to go inside and see what was going on with Trina in there, but on the other hand he didn't want to show up well before his father expected him home. Besides, Sam got the feeling that he just saw something he wasn't supposed to see at all. It didn't take long for his curiosity to win out, and after using the tissues he brought to wipe the tip of his dick clean, he pulled up his pants and headed down the rope ladder.
Now he was really faced with a problem. He had left through the front door, so naturally he was expected to return that same way, but that was bound to give him away and if possible he wanted to sneak a look at what was going on before deciding that it might be safe to 'come home.' He decided that probably the best way to sneak in might be from the back of the house, so back there he went.
Both stories of the house were exposed in the back, so four windows and a sliding glass door were his options. The sliding glass door was likely locked, and when he tried it he found that it indeed was. He looked to the windows then. His older sister's bedroom was in the basement, so he tried that one first. Shockingly, not only did he find a potted plant under the window that helped him to reach the window, but it was also unlocked and slid easily open. Once he hoisted himself up into the open window, he found there was a similarly placed tiny bookshelf just under the window that let him easily enter the room without making much noise. He wondered briefly if his big sister snuck out of the house on a regular basis through this window, but that was something to think about for a later time.
He got down to the floor easily and left his sister's room. Knowing that his father was probably not in the basement, rarely going down there except if he needed to find his eldest daughter or if there were issues with the home's utilities, Sam moved quietly up the carpeted steps to the upper floor. Here he could hear noises, his father's voice speaking and a quieter voice as well. Was that Trina? They were coming from the hallway…too close to be in one of the bedrooms from the end of the hall, but nearer, in his father's study most likely. He crept forward, pausing when his sneaker made a mild thud upon the hardwood floor of the hallway where the carpeted floor of the living room ended. His father's voice also halted, and Sam realized he had been heard.
He spun quickly and moved as fast as he could back to the stairs. The antique doorknob of his father's study made it's rattling noise that he had become familiar with since his bedroom was across the hall, and Sam hustled down the stairs and hid around the corner, out of sight. The creak of the floorboards told him that there was somebody near the top of the stairs…then a pause for what felt like days, then a creaking again, followed by the rattle of the doorknob and Sam felt safe to breathe again. He listened at the bottom of the stairs for a few moments, straining to hear his father's muffled voice as his courage refilled.
Removing his shoes this time, he crept back up the stairs, and was about to head straight for the hall like before, but the floorboards creaked in the back of his mind. Instead, he circled around, through the living room, into the kitchen, to the front door of the house and through the connecting hall there to go to the bedrooms and the study, bypassing the squeaky floorboards entirely. His father was no longer speaking, but Sam could hear other noises, breathy noises, from the inside of the study. He sank slowly to his knees in front of the doorknob, and peered through the keyhole. It was a very narrow field of view, but that didn't make what Sam saw any less shocking.
Sam's father was a city councilman, and often had people over to talk in his home office. Immediately inside the door was a sitting area with some couches, and armchair, and a small coffee table. The view through the keyhole afforded Sam only a look at the right end of the coffee table and a portion of a couch, but that was all he needed. Trina was nude, on her hands and knees on the coffee table, rocking forward with jolts coming from behind her. Sam could not see far enough to the side to see what exactly was happening from that position to was causing her to move like that, but his imagination was doing the work of filling in the rest. It was his father, it had to be, and he was having sex with Trina! Sam tried to look that way, tried to get a look at it, but the most he could see was the fingers of one of his father's hands where it was holding onto Trina's side. When Sam tried to look in the other direction, he couldn't see Trina's face at all, but her little budding breasts would wink into view briefly when her body would move along with the thrusting motion imposed upon it.
Trina was making no sounds of her own, but each thrust carried with it the sound of skin slapping against skin and a muffled squelching noise. Sam's father was breathing rapidly, and to Sam's ears was getting louder as the rhythm of the noises and of the motion of Trina's body was increasing in pace. Sam had never seen a porno video or witnessed anybody having sex before, but he was well acquainted with what it felt like to shoot his load, so it wasn't difficult for him to recognize what the hurried pace was leading up to. A high pitched quiet squeal came from the direction of Trina's head and as she began to make that noise louder and with more regularity, Sam's father started to grunt loudly. Trina cried out loudly and Sam watched as her naked body shuddered from the forceful slamming impacts of his father's hips from behind.
Aside from heavy breathing, the motions and sounds stopped. Sam heard his father tell Trina to "not drip on the floor" and he saw Trina reach her hand back between her thighs as her body shifted as though it were free of some weight or restraint from behind. She slowly began to straighten up, her movement hampered by her use of only one arm and she kind of slid backwards upon the table and out of Sam's field of view through the keyhole. "Use your mouth, clean it good," Sam heard his father say, before adding, "and work the rest of it out of your cunt and lick your hand clean. That's right...that's a good girl. You really are a horny little thing, aren't you? You even wore those special panties for me." The room was silent then, save for some gentle slurping sounds.
Sam realized it was over now, and he should move or else he'd get caught. He headed back for the stairs using the same roundabout route he'd taken before, and was not three steps down them when he heard the door of his father's office open. Sam paused to listen. "Get dressed and let yourself out the back door in the basement," said his father's voice, then foot steps and the sound of the squeaky bathroom door's hinges closing. Sam heard water surge through the pipes in the house and guessed his father was taking a shower. He hurried to the bottom of the steps and went around the corner to the hallway that led to his sister's bedroom.
He was just entering Eve's room when he heard light footfalls on the floor above him and the creak of the floorboard by the top of the stairs. Curiosity got the better of him, and instead of going out his sister's window, he slowly crept back towards the bottom of the stairs. He felt pretty safe doing so, since the back door was plainly visible from the staircase, and Trina would probably go right to it rather than turning the corner where he would be. Playing it safe though, he stayed only halfway down the hall as he listened to her descending footfall. Sure enough, once he heard her only a few feet away her foot steps continued away from him and he heard her unlock the sliding glass door before sliding it open. He had moved closer as she moved farther, and he peeked around the corner just as she was sliding the door back into place. Her expression was blank, not upset like he thought she might have been after what just happened. She looked around and went off in the direction of Sam's treehouse to go up the bank on that side of the house.
Sam went out his sister's window and hurried back to his treehouse. He could see Trina walking down the street, looking to all the world like just a normal little girl, not so much as a hint that she'd just been naked on the coffee table of a city councilman having sex. Sam stayed in his treehouse the rest of the afternoon just like he had planned to do anyways, only now instead of masturbating to his magazines, he replayed it all over in his mind and imagined that it was his cum instead that had dripped into Trina's cupped hand.
School the next day was a bit of an awkward affair, for Sam anyways. Nobody else seemed different in the slightest, and why would they? A lot of things had changed in Sam's eyes though. Fourth and fifth period was after lunch, and Sam could barely wait for it. He'd been especially alert when in the halls, looking for where he might see Trina, but their paths never crossed. He got to class as soon as possible and sat anxiously in his seat, trying to look as normal as he could, but if anybody was paying attention they would have seen him watching the door like a hawk. He only had to wait a few minutes before in she walked, her pleasant smile on her comely face like always…only Sam had seen her face with a different expression on it the day before. She went to her seat on the opposite side of the room and sat.
It was hard for him not to look at her for the next 90 minutes that they shared in that classroom together. Under that striped top lay the small breasts that he'd watched shake as his father had thrust inside her over and over. Within those jeans were the hips and thighs he'd seen his father's fingers upon to hold her in place while he… More than once Sam's mind had wandered down that track of thought, and more than once he felt his dick throbbing with an ache that he wanted to soothe with his hand, but naturally could not in the middle of class. Not once did Trina look his way or give him any kind of acknowledgment that anything out of the ordinary had happened that weekend.
Class ended same as it had began, with Sam's eyes following her out the door, with nary a hint that anything outside of normal had ever occurred. So too did it the next day, and the day after that, and all the other days of that week. Trina was just a normal 7th grade girl to all appearances. A nice smiling face, a quiet voice, dressed neatly and cleanly. Sam was even starting to doubt that he'd actually seen it happen at all.
He all but pushed it out of his mind by Friday. There were other things for his mind to be occupied with, and now that it was Friday, he could indulge in one of them. His middle school sat next to an elementary school, and every Friday they would host collectable card games in the cafeteria there. Sam had been collecting and playing for a long time and was a familiar face there, with a pretty good record. When he was there, his mind focused on the game, not even Trina's secret mattered to him. He lost all three games he played that day.
Home was to the southwest of the two schools, so Sam had no need to head in the opposite direction and go through the playground of the elementary school that day, but he did. This had just been the cherry on the week's cake of frustration. This business with Trina had just occupied him non-stop, even harming his grades on worksheets done in class because he was so distracted from looking at and thinking about her, and now he was even being affected in his hobbies. He didn't need to walk across the playground like that, but he did anyways, and now he would have to walk back across it in order to go home. What an incredible coincidence it was then that when he looked up Trina was walking towards him.
She saw him. There was no way she hadn't. Even though they were almost 200 feet away from each other at the closest, Sam felt her eyes meet with his seconds before she stopped at a classroom door and knocked. It opened, and without hesitation she went inside. Sam had gone to this elementary school from 1st to 5th grade, and he knew that Trina had not. He could understand if she had been a student here and was visiting a teacher, but he knew that this could not be the case now. Having already seen her make an unannounced visit when nobody should have been around, Sam felt compelled to check this out as well.
The school was laid out with a main central building housing the main office, gym, cafeteria, and library. The classrooms were lined up in rows contained in detached buildings connected to the main building and each other by covered sidewalks. The classroom door, which opened onto a large cement porch that lay aside the playground, had a small window in it, but when he looked in, Sam could not see anything strange. The room was dark and the desks all had overturned chairs on top of them. It looked like any other empty classroom after all the kids had gone home. There was nothing to see. He ran down the porch to get around to the other side of the classroom wing where the windows for each classroom were located. He found the windows for the one he was interested in, but of course, the blinds had been drawn. Whatever was going on within, Sam couldn't see it.
Sam started to walk away, defeated once again, when he noticed a light coming from inside the adjacent darkened classroom. It wasn't that he had gotten the wrong window, he had counted correctly, but the light was coming from the door of the shared supply closet that connected the two classrooms. He still could not see who was in there or what was happening, but he could do the next best thing. The classroom windows consisted of tall panes of glass that stretched from the ceiling down to about 3 feet off the ground. Below that was a second pane of glass that could be opened just enough to allow fresh air inside, and in this case, it had been left open. Sam got up close to it and could hear noises. Familiar noises. The ragged breathing came in regular intervals and Sam could hear a man's voice, but could not make out the words.
Though he wanted to keep listening, Sam knew he couldn't linger there too long. The windows faced out towards the school parking lot, and it was only a matter of time before he was seen by somebody crouching there suspiciously. He didn't have to worry too much as loud groans and a sudden high pitched squeal made their way to his ears. He heard a man's voice clearly say "shit" followed by more words that he couldn't fully hear. They were answered by a softer feminine voice, then the sound of table legs screeching a short distance across the floor, and finally the light in the small storage room went out. Sam got up from his place beside the window and ran around back to the other side of the classroom wing. Had he been running any faster, he would have knocked Trina down once he had turned the corner and met her head on.
Her eyes grew big in surprise for a moment, then she put on her smiling mask. Everything about her seemed to change in that instant. Her posture, her face, her hands clasped together in front of her when they had been limp at her sides. There were a few elements she couldn't control, however. A few hairs stuck to her lightly sweaty brow, her cheeks were rosy as though she'd just been running in gym class and her eyes seemed to dart nervously just a bit. "Hello Sam," she said as calmly and softly as she always sounded. Sam was actually stunned that she knew his name. They'd never spoken before or worked on anything in class together. He really only knew her name because she was attractive and his own age.
"H-hi Trina, w-what are you doing here?" Had he heard himself speaking, Sam would have known that he sounded as though he already knew the answer to that question.
"Visiting an old teacher of mine," she lied. She was no doubt hoping that Sam had come from one of the other five elementary schools in the area that fed students into their middle school.
"Really?" Sam asked, rightfully skeptical. "I went here two years ago and I don't remember seeing you."
"Yes, really. That's his room right there," she said brusquely before continuing. "If you'll excuse me, I really need to—"
"That's a kindergarten classroom," Sam interrupted her. "You couldn't have been in that class two years ago."
"I-I know," she said, her mask of smiling calm wearing thin with annoyance. "He was teaching 5th grade back then, and—"
"No. There were no male 5th grade teachers here that year. You're lying," Sam leveled at her accusingly, his body starting to shake with adrenaline.
"P-please, Sam, the bathroom, I just need to…" he had stopped her right in front of the girl's bathroom, and she took a step towards it, but Sam moved to block her.
"No, not until you tell me what you're really doing here," he told her. He glanced down at her hands and saw that she wasn't just holding them in front of her because that's how she usually held them, but because there was a darkening wet spot on her pants along her inner thigh that she was attempting to hide. "You were h-having s-s-sex weren't you?" Sam felt his face flush hot and his pulse pounded in his ears. It was embarrassing and arousing for him to say that out loud to Trina. Her smile faltered for a moment and her eyes avoided him.
"Th-that's gross," she stammered. "Y-you're disgusting." Her voice declined to a whisper at the end of the last word, and she moved a hand to wipe at her eye.
"I saw you," Sam said. "Not now, now I only heard you, but last weekend, at my house. You came to my house and you went with my dad into his office, a-and you were naked on the little table and he was behind you and he—"
"SHUT UP!" Trina shouted at him suddenly. Tears rushed down her cheeks as she came at him and pushed him out of the way of the bathroom door and grabbed the handle and pulled with all her strength, but the door was locked and she could do nothing but turn and run away. She rushed out to the playground and the open grass field of the little league diamond that lay beside it and Sam ran after her. He knew this playground better than she did, and knew that she would not find an exit in the perimeter fence that surrounded the playground here. The only way out was to go back to the school and out through the parking lot. He caught up to her easily, grabbing her by the wrist, which she responded to by flailing her other arm at his face. Her fingernail caught just under his left eye drawing blood.
"Ow!" he yelled and let go of her to grab at the fresh wound. She ran a few more feet away, and then stopped to look at him holding his face.
"I'm sorry!" she told him, sniffling and wiping at her eyes, panting from the sudden run. "You grabbed me, and I thought you were…" Her words trailed off and she hugged her arms to her sides. "You're right. I was just now, with that teacher, letting him…he was nice at least…not like your dad." Sam looked at her, pain searing from the gash her fingernail had torn. He took a few steps closer to her, and she took a few back away from him.
"Why?" he asked, and he saw that her arms tightened across her chest.
"B-because…I-I'm a little whore, just like they all tell me. A whore with a tight pussy and a nice face to look at when I suck them off." She paused. "Are there any bathrooms open here? I need to use one."
"No. They lock them all on the playground after school," Sam told her, having discovered that particular fact one day when he was in 1st grade and desperate. "You could go over there, behind the baseball bleachers." He pointed at the aluminum bleachers behind the chain-link backstop. Trina turned her head to look at it, likely assessing it's ability to provide her with some privacy.
"Okay. I'll be right back," she said and ran over there. Sam didn't move as she went over there. He looked at his hand that he had been holding on his face, saw it was covered in blood, and wondered if he would need stitches. He looked up again in time to see Trina push her pants and panties down to her knees and put her hand between her legs. Her back was to him, and the bleachers obscured most of her body, but he could hear his dad's voice in the back of his head telling Trina to "not drip" and to "lick her hand clean" as she shook her hand to fling something off of it. She did this several times before squatting down for a few seconds. Sam felt some shame for watching, and looked away until he saw her rise from the corner of his eye and pull her pants up.
Trina returned to him, just as she said she would. There was clear embarrassment on her face as she walked right up to him. "Move your hand, let me see," she said, referring to his injury. Sam lowered his hand, and watched her with one eye as she squinted at the cut. "I'll walk you up to the building so you can get some care," she finally said, "but I can't wait around. I'm already late to meet my dad." They walked in silence towards the school building until Sam felt the need to apologize.
"I'm sorry for everything. I shouldn't have called you a liar or stuck my nose in your business."
"It's okay. I am a whore and a liar," she replied. Sam didn't know how to respond to that.
"I-I didn't watch you, just now, I mean. I mean, did for the first part, but I looked away when you squatted down…s-sorry."
"Thanks, I guess," she said awkwardly, looking away from Sam completely. "You could have watched if you wanted to, others have." Again Sam had no idea what to say to that.
"Wh-what were you doing when you were standing up?" Sam asked, feeling brave enough to ask an obviously intimate question. Trina didn't even look at him, but answered.
"He was supposed to pull out because today isn't safe, so I wanted to get it out before it caught." It was a few moments before that fully sunk in to Sam. He'd had sex ed classes since that day in 4th grade when they split the girls and boys up and gave them the puberty talk, but all of that had always seemed so far off in the future. He looked at Trina, his eyes lingering on her stomach. This girl, his own age, was not only having sex with men, but she was able to get pregnant too.
"O-oh…" Again he was at a loss for any sort of reply or comment. He was rapidly feeling more and more uneasy about everything that he was learning about her, and little by little the protective shell of his childish view of the world was being removed and showing him just how innocent he really was.
They reached the door to the main building, and Sam reached for the handle to pull it open. He felt a tug at his sleeve and turned to look at Trina who planted a kiss on his blood smeared cheek. He stared at her completely stunned. "Wh-why did you…"
"My mom would always kiss my scrapes. She said it made them heal quicker. It's my fault you got hurt in the first place, so…" She took a few steps back and her smile found its way back to her face again. "I gotta go meet my dad now. I'll see you at school on Monday," and she turned and walked to the parking lot and away from Sam and the school. Sam ended up getting two stitches and a tetanus shot after he claimed he had been cut by a ragged piece of metal at the baseball diamond, but because he could remember the feel of her lips on his cheek it barely hurt at all.
Sam's mom and little sister Darci made a fuss over him and his cut cheek that night and over the weekend, while his older sister Eve refused to really look at it, calling the stitches "ugly" and "disgusting." Regardless of her reaction, Sam found himself wondering about something, and he felt that Eve was the only person he could ask. He found her in her bedroom on Sunday afternoon.
"Um, Eve, can I ask you something?" Sam asked from her open doorway. Eve looked up from where she was laying on her bed, reading a magazine.
"Uh, sure, I guess," his 17-year old sister responded looking intrigued and confused that he had come to her for anything.
"What are the chances a girl my age could have a baby?" Sam watched his sister's eyes narrow at first in incomprehension, then they burst wide as her mind sought out the meaning behind the question.
"Sam! Did you get a girl…pregnant?!" The last word was said quietly as Eve sat up and beckoned for him to come in the room and then pointed at the door, mouthing the words "close it." Sam did as she bid, and clarified.
"No! No I didn't do it. It was…" he couldn't tell her the truth. "It was another boy, he told me about it…the…you know, doing it, and he said she wanted him to, um, not s-squirt inside, but he d-did…so anyways now he's worried about…" Sam's cheeks were red from just saying the word "squirt" to his sister, but her expression was the priceless one. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were fixed on him in astonishment of what he had just asked. "Eve?"
"Y-yeah! She could be, totally," she said still reeling from the shock of hearing these things coming out of her little brother's mouth. "W-well, I mean, things can happen, you know, depending on a lot of things. It really only takes a drop of, uh, the stuff to make a baby, b-but it also depends on her body and her, uh, her period."
"She said that she wasn't safe that day, and she also used her fingers afterwards to, uh…get it out."
"Y-you can't get all of it out, dummy," Eve said. "It's all sticky and really, uh, clings up in there," she told him, with perhaps a bit too much authority on the subject. "What kind of a stupid girl is she anyways if she's letting him go bare on her when she's not safe?"
"She's not stupid!" Sam shouted angrily to his own surprise. It took his sister aback with how passionate he was suddenly about defending this mystery girl.
"W-well, fine, but she should be smarter than that if she's gonna be letting boys do it with her. It's not good for a girl that young to have a baby." Even Sam knew that much.
"I-I know…so, what should she do?" he asked, wondering if he might be able to help Trina in some way.
"She has to find out first if she is or isn't, and it'll be a few months before she'll know for sure. Do you know when they did it?"
"Friday after school." When he saw the reaction on his sister's face, Sam knew he'd said way too much. "I-I mean he told me then!"
"Sam, are you sure you didn't—" she started to ask, looking at the stitches under his eye as if they were involved.
"No! I didn't do it! I've only…I just…I watched them, okay? I just watched them do it. That's all. That's how I know, okay?"
"Okay, fine. Jeez, Sam. I wasn't accusing or anything, you just don't lie very good," she told him with a smirk. Her eyes flicked down and her mouth dropped open. "Sam! Do you have a boner right now?!" He did indeed and looked down as well to see how plainly obvious it was. He put his hands over it and turned around while his sister laughed.
"I-I can't help it. They just happen," he protested.
"Yeah, I bet they do! They just happen when you're telling your big sis about watching two other people bone! God, I can't believe this is happening! How much did you see, anyways? The whole thing? Were you right there next to them going..." she curled her fingers into an open fist and shook it back and forth, mimicking masturbation. Sam looked over his shoulder and saw what she was doing.
"No! I wasn't in the room, I was watching them through a window, and I heard them argue after it was done about not being safe, and she used her finger to…you know, get it out of her. It just made me wonder about the baby stuff, and I couldn't ask Mom about it, you know?" He couldn't ask his father either about it, considering his role in the whole mess.
"Alright, I'm sorry for making fun of you. You just asked me something so crazy, and then you got all," she pointed a finger at the ground and raised it upward, mimicking an erection. "She'll probably be okay anyways. There's like 5 days where it's not safe, and even then it's not like it's absolutely going to happen. She just shouldn't risk it. If it does happen, then she better just hope she miscarries or her parents don't freak out when she starts growing bigger. Any other questions?"
"No…thanks. Don't tell Mom, I asked you this stuff, okay?" Eve just laughed.
"I won't tell her, dummy. Even I know better than to do that. I might tell Darci though…" she teased, referencing their 9-year old sister, and Sam turned around to gape at Eve in shock, which just made her laugh harder as she fell over on her bed, and Sam realized she was just messing with him again. He opened her door and left her to her laughter, with no clearer idea of what he might be able to do for Trina.
School was torture for him the next day, even more so than it was the previous Monday. When finally their shared class block did come around, there was little indication from Trina that they had spoken at all. Sam did catch a few glances in his direction that had not occurred at all last week, but she never made a move to talk to him or to act in any way differently than she ever had. It was because of this that the note that fell at his feet when he opened his locker at the end of the day surprised him all the more. All that it said, in handwriting that was clearly feminine, was 'room 57.' It took a moment for Sam to even recall where room 57 was, as it was an area of the school he rarely went in to.
It wasn't literally the 57th room in the school, but rather the 7th room in the 5th hallway, and as Sam walked past the first six rooms, five odd numbered rooms on the left, four even on the right side, he realized why he'd never been here before. The school had been built only recently, with plenty of extra room for future growth in the area, and so the 5th hall was still relatively unused, more so down near the end where the door for room 57 was. Sam looked in through the window and saw nothing but a dark empty room. He tried the doorknob and found it unlocked.
Stepping inside, Sam looked around. The only light was coming in through the windows, but there was nothing to really see. No tables, desks, chairs, anything. No where for anybody to hide. Just an empty room waiting for a purpose to be given to it. He walked over to the windows and looked out, seeing the familiar school yard from a new angle. Sam wasn't sure what he had been summoned here for, and so he waited for a few moments before ultimately deciding to leave.
He was only a few steps from the door when a familiar face passed the small window on the door. Sam stopped dead in his tracks and 10 seconds later he heard the door for room 59 open and shut. He looked to the wall that 57 and 59 shared and realized it was a movable folding wall, one that could be pushed open to turn the two rooms into one large room, and at one end, nearest the windows, it was open. He moved quietly towards it, pausing just out of view when the voices began.
"This'll be our third time already?" an adult male voice asked.
"Yes, but I'm bleeding today, so it'll just have to be my mouth," responded Trina.
"Fine, but I'll still get your pussy three more times," the man said.
"No. Rules are three blow jobs equals one pussy fucking," she argued. Sam was confused. Rules? What was that about?
"Tsk, who does your dad think he is? Some kind of powerful pimp? He's just a drunk who bets his little girl's body when he runs out of money. I won five fucks, and I want them all." Sam's eyes grew big. That's what this was all about?!
"There's proof of you, remember? If I tell my dad you broke the rules and he tells the club, they'll turn it over, and how will you explain your cum in a little girl's panties to the cops?" Sam had never heard Trina's voice like this, so bold and defiant.
"Fuck…fine you little whore. You'll drink my cum and like it then. Get on your knees." They were quiet, except for the sound of his belt unbuckling and his pants lowering followed by a gasp and a sigh. "Pull your shirt up," he ordered and Sam heard him chuckle. "The hell you wearing a bra for? Move it out of the way, and keep sucking. I didn't say you could stop." Sam mustered his courage and looked around the corner. The man had his back to him, but Trina could see him and he could see her. She was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt, which was pulled up to above her breasts, which were just about half covered by the bra she was wearing, which had been pulled up to expose her nipples. The front of the man's pants were open and Trina's head was bobbing back and forth on the shaft that stuck out from them. Sam saw her eyes glance at him only once as she continued to service the man.
He was breathing harder now, groaning as he put his hands on the sides of her head. "Up here, eyes on me, whore," he told her, not that he was giving her much of a choice in the matter. He had turned her head to look up at him and was now dictating the pace of things. "You like drinking cum for your daddy? How's it feel knowing he sold your cherry? Next time I'm gonna win your tight shithole, and then it won't matter a damn if your pussy is bleeding or not. Fuuuuck, drink it all, whore." His hands had moved to the back of her head now, and he had been roughly jerking her about, essentially using her mouth as a masturbation device.
Sam heard Trina gag and her body jerk as he held her close to his crotch and thrust his hips forward. "Right down your throat," he groaned, and then let go of her head. Trina whipped her head back and got a splatter in her face for the movement while she coughed and gasped for breath. The man stepped closer and stroked himself over her head. "Hope you liked that. I get to do it two more times. Those are the rules, you know." He stuffed his prick back in his pants and zipped them up, refastening his belt as he strode towards the door. "Five minutes, then you leave," he said, opened the door, and left the room. Trina turned her eyes up at Sam, semen on her face and in her hair, her out of place bra still holding up the left side of her t-shirt to expose a single small breast. The smiling mask was gone, and Sam could see only hardness in her face.
He stayed with her as she made herself presentable and helped her wipe the fluids from her hair with the tissues she had in her backpack. He didn't say anything. He didn't know if he *should* say anything. Whatever questions he had had about why she was doing this were answered now, although there was one thing that he didn't know. "Why did you tell me to come here?"
"You already knew about me," she answered. "I didn't want to be alone with him. He's the worst of them. You saw."
"Is it true what he said about your dad?" Sam asked. Trina shifted her gaze away from Sam, and for a moment he thought he saw her lower lip tremble.
"Daddy...Daddy's not losing money anymore. I help him...I help him not lose money, and then he can show Mom that he's changed and he can come live with us again. I'm helping him..." There was an earnestness in her voice and her eyes, and she said it with such conviction that Sam couldn't argue, but he knew that she knew that it was only a lie she told herself to make what she was going through bearable. Sam did only what instinct told him to do and took Trina into his arms. He felt her body stiffen, and her shoulders move as though she were going to struggle, but it was only for a moment and then her face was buried in the crook of his neck and she was crying as though she had not shed a tear in years.
When her tears had dried and she pulled back from Sam, the smile was on her face again, only this time it had a genuine quality to it. Sam had always thought she was an attractive girl, but the look she gave him now caused his heart to flip in his chest. She leaned forward and kissed him on his cheek in the same place she had last Friday. She giggled when she saw the look on his face. "You're a sweet boy, Sam. Thank you." She glanced at the clock on the wall and got to her feet. "We need to go. He checks these rooms every 30 minutes or so after school is over, and I bet he'd get the both of us in trouble if he found us here together, me especially." She grabbed up her backpack and opened the door to peer out into the hall. "C'mon!" she said to him, so Sam hurried over and the two kids slipped out into the hall and back into the populated portion of the school. "Same time, same place tomorrow. Don't be late," she told him and then hurried off in the direction of the front door, leaving Sam to both dread and look forward to after school tomorrow.
Sam was well early the next day, getting there so quickly that he was told not to run in the hall by two different teachers while making the trip. He had to wait nearly 15 minutes sitting alone in room 57 before hearing the door for neighboring 59 open. Sam made his way to the open wall slowly, and once again saw that Trina had positioned herself so that the man's back was to Sam. He saw her eyes flick to him briefly, just to confirm that he was there again. "Strip," the man ordered her. "If I can't fuck your pussy, I'll at least get to look at it." Trina did as he asked and as soon as she slipped her panties off her ankle, his hand was between her legs.
"Hey! We can't, you'll make a mess!" she protested, pushing at his hands. She wasn't able to fight him off however, and he came away from her with a wet red object dangling from a string held between his fingers.
"Just making sure you weren't lying to me," he said with a laugh, flinging it to the corner of the room. "On your knees, cumdrinker." Trina did so, but with a glare in her eyes. He savaged her mouth again as he had the day before, only before he shot his load, he grabbed her young breast and twisted the nipple on it, making Trina cry out and causing her to inhale sharply as the back of her throat filled with sperm. "See you tomorrow," he said cheerily after he zipped up, and left the room with Trina still naked and coughing violently from having just breathed what she should have swallowed. Sam rushed to her side as soon as the door closed.
"Are you okay?" Trina nodded that she was as she coughed and spat the offending substance onto the floor. Sam patted her on the back until the coughing stopped and Trina could look at him with her smiling mask once again on her face.
"Th-thanks," she said, her voice scratchy from the abuse. She got to her feet and Sam found himself at eye level with her waist. He had been so concerned for her coughing, that the fact that she was naked didn't click in his head until just now. Something fell from her body and he looked to the floor where a few drops of blood were on the floor.
"You're bleeding!" Sam exclaimed in panic.
"Yeah, that asshole *cough* pulled out my tampon *cough*," she explained. Sam had no idea what that meant, only that it was a "girl thing." Trina went to her backpack and dug out a little blue purse and took a wrapped cylinder out of it. She turned her back to Sam as she unwrapped it and stood with her legs apart. Sam watched with a sort of hushed fascination as she pushed the thing between her legs and then pulled something else out. She looked at the thing in her hand and then over at the red thing laying on the floor in the corner. "Damn it," she muttered and then looked around the room. "Is there a garbage can or something in the other room? Any plastic bags?" she asked him. Sam shook his head. "Damn it. I'll have to come back to clean up then," she said, and tossed the tube in her hands over into the corner with the other thing.
"I-I could go get some paper towels for you," Sam offered, not really knowing if that would help or not.
"Oh! Yeah, could you? That'd be great!" Trina said, as though she hadn't thought of Sam being able to help her. "Um, I'll need some to wipe up the floor and to wrap that stuff in," she said pointing at the corner. "At least ten sheets if you could, please." Sam hurried out to the closest restroom and got what she had asked for. As he exited the bathroom, fist full of paper towels, he came face to face with a man.
"What do you have there, son?" the man asked, and his voice sent chills up Sam's spine. It was him, the cruel teacher he had just watched with Trina.
"I...I...I s-spilled some w-water," Sam answered.
"Oh? Where? I'll send a janitor," the man said, a perfect Dr. Jekyll to the Mr. Hyde that Sam had become familiar with.
"N-no! I can clean it up. I-it's not very much."
"Okay then, but be quick about it and head along home," he said and walked past Sam into the restroom. Sam heaved a sigh of relief and hurried back to Trina, looking over his shoulder with nearly every step. Trina was sitting on the floor, dressed, tying her shoes when he returned.
"Thanks, this was a big help," she said, standing and taking the paper towels from him. She handed him a few sheets. "Wipe up the stuff there," she pointed at the semen she had coughed up on the floor and the few drops of blood, "and I'll take care of the gross stuff." Sam looked at the task she had given him, and wrinkled his nose in disgust. In his opinion, he was taking care of the gross stuff. Though the paper towels did a poor job of soaking up the mess, they were great at smearing it around. Sam just rubbed and rubbed until the floor no longer seemed slick. At least the blood cleaned up easily enough. He looked over at Trina, who seemed to be carefully wrapping the objects up in the towels, layering them on until the blood barely seeped through. She set that gently aside and then wiped at the floor and the walls to clean the small drops away that had spattered when the man had thrown it. Sam noted how diligently she went about it, and when she had finished she just sighed and said, "That'll have to do." Sam thought it looked pretty clean.
A squirt of hand sanitizer was very welcome after all that, although Sam couldn't wait to wash with soap and water. "I gotta go toss this in the garbage in the bathroom. Do I look okay? No jizz on my face?" Trina asked him. Sam shook his head.
"N-no, you look fine," he told her, and the genuine smile spread across her face. She pecked him on the cheek.
"Thanks, Sam. You're great," she said and they went to the door. Trina opened it and peered out in the hall, only this time she hurriedly, but quietly backed up and closed the door. "He's checking the rooms!" she told Sam. She looked around the room and said, "We gotta hide somewhere." That was going to be difficult since the room was completely empty. Sam got an idea.
"Over here," he told her, going to the open folding wall.
"But he'll check that room too," Trina protested.
"Yeah, but he can't check both rooms at once," Sam pointed out. They heard room 57's door open and they both held their breath until the latch clicked shut. "Go," Sam whispered and they zipped around the corner from 59 to 57. Moments later they heard room 59's door open…and then shut. They grinned at each other…and then heard footprints on the tile floor. He was in the room. Both Trina and Sam were too scared to move, to make any noise as the footsteps moved about the room, presumably checking on the clean up. They both stared at the open gap in the folding wall, dreading the moment when he would catch them there, but that never came. Footsteps preceded the sound of the door opening and then clicking shut. They watched from a distance through the window on 57's door as he passed by, leaving, never knowing they were there.
"Sam, that was so awesome!" she exclaimed, stepping forward to hug him, but halting as she remembered the messy paper towel wrapped package in her hand. She blushed sheepishly. "Check if he's gone," she said. Sam stuck his head out and watched as the man turned the corner and went out of sight.
"He's gone," Sam said, and the two of them got out of there. Trina went to the nearest restroom to dispose of the package and Sam went into the boy's restroom to wash his hands, twice. When he came back out, he found her waiting for him. She glanced around quickly and then gave him that hug she owed him.
"Let's get out of here," she said. "Remember, go different ways so he doesn't see us together."
"Yeah…um, tomorrow too?" Sam asked her.
"I guess," she sighed unhappily. "Gotta get it over with."
"O-okay then," Sam said awkwardly, momentarily wondering if this was what it felt like to ask a girl out on a date…a very weird date. "Well, bye then."
"B-bye," she said awkwardly as well, looking down at the floor. Sam took a few steps back and waved at her, quickly feeling dumb and then strangely elated when she gave a little wave back before turning around and walking away. Sam turned round the corner and the giddy little grin on his face melted as the teacher came walking towards him.
"Get that spill cleaned up?" he asked as he approached.
"Y-yes, sir!" Sam responded a little too enthusiastically, but the man just smiled and nodded approvingly.
"Good job, now head on home, son," he said while walking briskly past Sam. Sam didn't need to be told that twice.
That evening Sam dropped by his sister's room. "What's a tampon?" he asked her. Eve doubled over in laughter and had him shut the door. Sam left 15 minutes later wishing he'd never asked. There were some things that no boy wanted to hear about.
At the start of their shared class the next day, Trina did something Sam had never seen her do in public. She smiled at him, and not that fake masked smile she gave everybody. She beamed an honest genuine beautiful smile his way for just a moment, and then she became masked-smile Trina again. After the final class of the day, Sam went to room 57 and waited in the empty room again. To his surprise, Trina entered room 57 as well, alone.
"He had some meeting, so I guess we can just go home," she explained, a look of relieved joy on her face. Sam was happy for her, but he found himself feeling like something had just been taken away from him.
"We don't have to go home," he said, and Trina looked at him strangely.
"What do you mean?"
"W-well, I..." He what? He hated to see Trina be used that way, but in a sort of twisted way he really valued the time he spent with her after school, giving her some kind of moral support when she really needed it most. "I just want to…I want to be with you a little…" Trina looked blankly at him for a moment and then raised her hand to cover her mouth as she giggled.
"Oh my, S-Sam, are you saying that you want to…" she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at him.
"N-no! I didn't mean that! I mean, I get excited when I watch, even though I know you don't like doing it…"
"It's okay. I know. I've figured out what makes men get hard since I started doing this. I've done it with boys too, and girls. All the adults stand around and watch us…well, not Daddy. He never watches me."
"Trina! I don't want to do that…w-well not right now. I just mean I don't want to just go home and not spend some time with you."
"Oh…well, okay, but we can't stay here. He comes around and checks, remember?"
"Right…um, h-how about we go to the baseball field at the grade school?" he suggested.
"The one where I scooped cum out of my pussy?" She asked so frankly that Sam blushed deep red.
"Y-yeah…"
"Okay, sure. We can't stay too long though, I have to get home." The pair left the empty hall and went out the back door by the gym to cut across the activity yard towards the elementary school. Trina waited until they were out of earshot from others before she asked, "How did you see me at your house that day?" Sam told her his story, how he had seen her arrive from his treehouse, how he snuck in, how he watched through the keyhole, and how he had been hiding just around the corner when she left. "Wow! So you were right there the entire time. I know your dad thought he heard something and went to check, but I had no idea. Did you jack off again afterwards?"
"Y-yeah…sorry."
"Nah, it's okay. I think if I had a dick I'd probably jack off after seeing all of that too. I guess that's why you were staring at me so much that week afterwards."
"You noticed?!"
"Duh. Girls always notice when boys look at them. I've just got a few more years experience in really getting perved on by dirty old men, it so I pick up on it easier. I really had no idea he was your dad. I think I still owe him another fuck, actually," she revealed.
"You do!?"
"Yeah. I've kind of got like a schedule book, or my dad has one. Anyways, when I stay with him every other weekend, he's always taking me around to places for guys to do me, at least two a day." She looked at Sam, who was visibly a little stunned by that. "You think I'm a slut, don't you?"
"No! I mean, you have a lot of sex, but you have kind of a good reason for it, so…"
"Thanks. I'm glad you understand, but I know it's bad and if people ever found out I'd probably called that and a lot of other things. And, my dad would probably go to jail."
"My dad too," Sam said. Their eyes met for a moment and an understanding passed between them. They were in the same boat, only on different ends of it. They had reached the baseball diamond by now and went behind the chain-link backstop to sit on the bleachers. "When did it all start?" Sam asked.
"Summer between 3rd and 4th grade. Dad had already been moved out for about a year then. I didn't notice at first, but he was acting funny when I showed up for the month I was going to stay with him. He would usually get a babysitter for me when he went to 'parties,' that's what he called them. He'd usually come home sad and smelling like beer afterwards. So the day I got there, he told me that he was going to a party that night, and I was going with him. I was kinda excited, because parties sounded fun and stuff, but I also kinda liked hanging out with my babysitter, but he said there would be other kids there I could play with, so whatever.
"We get there, and right away he hands me over to this other guy and tells me to do whatever I'm asked. I think that's kind of a strange thing to tell me, but I assume he just means to behave myself and get along with everybody. The other guy takes me to a room in this...place, it's not really a house, but like it reminded me of a hotel. So there are all these other kids in this room, all about my age and older up to a few high school girls. I guess there were about ten kids, two boys, the rest are girls, and like right away I'm being called 'the new girl' and they're all looking at me strange and stuff. Some of them were putting together puzzles, a few were looking at dirty magazines, but the older girls were whispering to each other and kept looking at me.
"One of them came over to talk to me, but didn't get much past saying 'hi' when the guy that brought me to the room came in and took her out. It was really weird how everybody there got quiet and paid attention only to him when he came in. He'd come in like every 5 or 10 minutes either to get one or two kids, or to bring them back to the room. When he came to get me, he brought back a boy and a girl, and both of them looked really tired, like they'd just been running really hard. They smelled really funny too, I didn't know why, but now I always smell it after the guy cums and I think of their faces.
"He took me to this other room, where there was a guy and a bed and I saw my backpack too, and I didn't know what it was doing there or how it got there, so that was confusing. I was just kind of shoved in the room and the door closed behind me. The guy offered me some candy, and I took it from him. He started talking to me about how he knew that it was my first time there and he wouldn't be too hard on me, and that made me start to feel scared. I started crying and he got a really mean look on his face, like I was doing something wrong and it was annoying him. He told me to just shut up and open my mouth and he took off his pants and showed me his dick. It was really ugly looking and I'd only ever seen my dad's like once before that.
"He came closer to me and I like, tried to hide on the other side of the bed from him, but there was really no where to go, so he caught me really easily and he pushed my back up against the bed and forced himself into my mouth. He told me to lick it and suck on it, but I just kept crying so he hit me, which made me cry more. He got madder and left the room. He came back soon with the guy who was in charge of the kids and my dad, who looked really freaked out. He wouldn't come in the room, but told me to do what the man wanted and we would go home. So that's how I sucked my first dick and swallowed jizz. I sucked my second dick about 10 minutes later, and sucked a third 5 minutes after that.
"The forth time I was taken from the room, another girl and a boy were taken too. They made me strip down and watch while the boy did the girl in the butt while the grown up did her pussy, and when that was all done, I had to lick her pussy clean. Finally they took me to the room where I went the first time, and told me to put on the clean clothes that were in my backpack. I did so, then my dad came to take me home and explained to me how I was helping him and Mom get back together." She turned her eyes up from the blank stare she had been giving the bleacher bench in front of her and looked at Sam. "And that's the story of how I became a whore." She said it cheerily enough, and with her smile mask on, but Sam could tell it bothered her to recall the experience and tell him about it. She looked at her watch. "I gotta go soon. Want me to suck you off before I go?" She might as well have asked Sam if he liked hamburgers with how casually she posed the question.
"Wh-what? T-Trina, I—"
"It'll be really quick. I bet you shoot it quicker than you've ever done it before with your hand. C'mon, I just wanna do something nice for you, okay?" She looked at him anxiously, placing a hand on his knee.
"O-okay…" Sam said as he fumbled with his zipper while Trina watched him. He hadn't been expecting her to make an offer like this at all. What she had been doing with those guys was different, she was being forced to do that. Of course he'd imagined himself in the place of everybody that he'd witnessed with Trina, but the possibility of that coming true had just seemed so far fetched. He had to stand up to push his pants and underwear down, and just moment after he did so, reality seemed to hit him. He was standing in semi-obscured view of his old elementary school with his pants down and his hard dick out in front of his classmate. He saw her look at it, and a wave of fear thundered through him. Would she think it was small? Would she change her mind? Was she playing a trick on him? What if somebo—
Trina's hand took hold of the base and she slid her mouth onto it. It was wet and warm and wet and soft and wet. He felt something move against the underside of the head and he shuddered, his mouth opening and a sound coming out of him. He felt her lips press down in a tight ring around him, and as her head started to move up and down on the spit covered shaft he felt an urge to grab her head and push himself deep into her mouth. That desire was short lived though as her tongue swirled around the head, triggering his orgasm. "Trina, I—oooh!" he sputtered and squeezed his eyes shut as the best orgasm he'd ever felt in his brief history of having them shot into her mouth.
He felt her head stop bobbing and looked down at her. She was looking up at him, lips around the head of his erection, suckling on him with a look of amusement on her face. He felt her lick over the little hole until he had nothing left to give her and she let go of him, sitting back with a real smile on her face. She licked her lips and opened her mouth, in what seemed like a practiced act, for him to see that nothing remained. "Told you it would be quick," she said with a song of tease in the words. She stood up and looked at him. "I'm going home now. You'd better pull your pants up before you do the same," and sauntered away from him, moving her hips in a way that Sam had never seen her do.
The next day the teacher was back, and he was getting his 3rd and final blowjob from Trina. It looked like it was going to be a quick one too, since he didn't make her undress and prove that she was still bleeding. Instead he just roughly used her mouth and head again until he was done with her. "Let me know when your pussy is back in service," he told her before leaving the room. Trina turned to Sam and grinned.
"Joke's on him. He could have fucked me today if he had only bothered to check." She looked at her watch. "Wanna go back to the bleachers? We've got time." Sam felt his penis throb.
"S-sure!" he agreed readily, making her laugh.
"Somebody's expecting something, isn't he?"
"N-no! I wasn't thinking that at all!" Sam protested, lying. Trina put her hand on his crotch and squeezed with a grin.
"Suuuuure…" she said and walked out of the classroom in the same manner she had left him the day before. Sam followed. Trina grinned at him slyly the whole walk, while Sam could only smile like an idiot back at her. Something was wrong though. She wasn't heading for the same baseball diamond they had gone to last time. She was walking towards one of the other ones that was further away.
"Why are we going to a different one?" he asked her.
"I noticed it the other day," she said. "I checked it out this morning before school and I think you'll like this one better." Sam looked ahead of where they were headed and saw what she was likely referring to. This particular baseball diamond was the one nearest to the school, but it also had a feature that none of the others had: a refreshment building. The building that was generally referred to as the "snack shack" was about the size of three of his treehouses lined up and had a large shuttered window in front, from which candy and drinks were sold from to spectators at the little league baseball games. There was a door around back, but Sam had always known it to be padlocked, and otherwise it was an off-limits area for kids to be during recess.
She led him around to the back of it and lifted the rubber mat that sat at the base of the door. She picked up a key and showed it to Sam, who just stared at it in shock. "I know, right? I couldn't believe it either when I found it." She stuck it in the lock and the latch popped open. "C'mon in," she said, leading the way. A pull chain hung from a light fixture on the ceiling and a dim light flooded the room. It was completely empty inside except for a small table that was folded up against the wall. Trina pulled a small blanket out of her backpack, which explained why it had seemed a little bulkier than usual. She laid it out on the ground and kicked off her shoes. "C'mere, Sam," she said, getting down on her knees. "Let's see if this is what you were expecting."
Excitement pulsed in his pants as Sam looked at Trina sitting patiently on her knees. He took off his shoes before stepping on the blanket and approached her, hands at his waist, unbuttoning his pants. When he stepped up to her, and pulled down the zipper, she surprised him by reclining and laying down on the blanket. She patted the space next to her. "Lay down with me, Sam," she instructed. His heart rate had already gone up just expecting another blowjob, but now it was pounding as he knelt down and lay beside her. It wasn't particularly comfortable, since the floor of the refreshment stand was just a slab of concrete, even with the blanket covering it. She looked at her watch. "We've got 10 minutes. What would you like to do?"
"A-anything?" Sam asked, unsure of just what he was being offered. Trina scooted up closer to him.
"Anything, Sam," she confirmed for him with a half masked, half genuine smile. Sam slowly brought his hand up between them and placed it on her chest. His touch was hesitant and light, but Trina leaned into it, pressing her small breast into his palm. "It's okay. Touch me. Feel me. I'm yours right now. Use me." Sam saw fully the green light she was giving him, knew what she was going to let him do with her. He groped her breast for a moment, the first he'd ever been allowed to touch, and then moved his hands to her waist. He looked at her face, as if for permission, but saw only her smile and her eyes on him. He felt almost like he was being watched while unwrapping a present on Christmas Day.
His fingers fumbled as he unbuttoned her pants and then sought the small slider of the zipper that lay along her pubis. He drew it down, feeling the pop of every tooth as they came apart. As he opened the fly, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, or that she was wearing pink or peach colored underwear. It was only when he uncovered the cleft of her sex that he knew for sure. He looked at her face in shocked wonder. "Why did you think I stopped at the restroom before we came down here?" she posed to him rhetorically. She lay on her back and lifted her hips to assist Sam in taking her pants off, and once they came off her legs, she spread them for him to see. There was a fine covering of dark hair on her mound, the lips plump and soft looking. She spread herself with her fingers and Sam's mouth dropped when he looked upon the pink insides. "Clock's ticking," she reminded him.
He pushed his pants and underwear down in one go, and when he waddled forward on his knees, the bunched up clothes around his knees caused him to fall on top of her. Trina shrieked in surprise, but laughed like crazy once his head had come to rest against her chest. Sam laughed as well as he pushed himself up on his arms and looked down at her. Her mask was gone, and he knew he was seeing the real Trina again. He felt her take him in hand, and pull gently. "I'll guide you in," she said, and Sam scooted up above her to meet her eyes with his. He felt the tip rub against her skin, smooth and warm with a depression in the middle. He pushed as she adjusted the angle and felt a moistness upon the head, a soft ring of flesh took him in its embrace, and she moved her hand away as he pressed root deep within her and gasped.
"Feels good, Sam," she said, bringing her legs up around his waist, pelvis tilting, and her muscles flexing around him. Sam groaned as he moved his hips, settling himself within, his face nuzzled into her neck. He didn't know what to do, or how to do it if he did. His only instinct was to push as deep as he could into the wet depths of her body. The blow job the day earlier was the only frame of reference he had for what he felt now, only instead of the relatively large space of her mouth and the motions of her single tongue, where she could only focus on pleasuring one spot upon his 4 and a half inches at a time, now he felt as though a dozen softer, warmer, wetter tongues were wrapped around him. He pushed into her, and pushed, and pushed again, moaning as that spot on the underside of his glans rubbed and pressed against her walls.
She was moving, rocking herself with him, helping him with his first motions, guiding him in his first experience inside of a girl. "Ohh ohh!" he groaned as it all pushed him over the edge. How exactly she knew what that sound meant, he couldn't figure out, but he felt her tighten and flex in encouragement.
"Shoot it in me, Sam. Fill my pussy with your cum. Just like you imagined doing to me." Her words entered into his head and his hips did the rest. They pumped hard, as did his preteen cock, orgasm rising within him along with the fluids inside the shaft, bursting out of the tip as he shook and cried out feeling the best he'd ever experienced.
"Oooooh! Ohh! Trina! Oooh!" he called out, feeling the narrow canal flood with his sperm as he plunged into it over and over.
"I feel it," she said. "I feel you cumming…so warm in me." She held herself tightly to him, rubbing his back and running her fingers through his hair while he expended himself and slowed to breathing heavily atop her in her embrace. Trina giggled as he relaxed, and he no longer thrust or pulsed inside her. "I think you liked it," she stated knowingly. Sam pushed himself up on shaky arms and looked down at her. A light sweat was on her brow and her cheeks were pink, but her smile…there was a shade of the mask there, like she was hiding a little bit. Sam got a strange feeling as he looked at it.
"Y-yeah," he said breathlessly. "It felt really good." He felt her legs move and her hips relax into a lower angle as he slipped out from between her legs. He sat back and looked. Her pink lips red with heat and swollen from all he'd just done within them. A white froth lined the sides of them and drooled from within. She opened herself with her hand again, and this time Sam could more clearly see the entrance of her vagina, a white pool contained just inside. In what looked like a frequently performed move, she cupped herself between the legs, rolled over, and sat up on her knees in one fluid movement. She turned around as she got to her feet, and she stood a moment like that, with a look of concentration on her face. When she took her hand away, white sticky strings of fluid webbed from her palm to her crotch. She showed it to Sam.
"More than most of the boys they make me do it with some times," Trina told him, and then lifted the hand to her mouth and slurped it down while she held her other hand between her thighs. "Get the tissues from my backpack, please," she told him. He started to pull up his pants, when she stopped him. "No, wait, sorry, I forgot to clean you," she said and went to her knees, in front of him and put her mouth on him. The sensation was a little much for Sam after having just orgasmed, not to mention he still felt a bit weird about the look on her face.
"T-Trina, it's okay, you don't have to," he told her, but she made no move to stop. She licked and sucked from tip to base, popping her lips off only when she was satisfied with her work.
"It's okay, Sam, I wanted to do it," she said, swapping hands between her legs again to eat what else had come out of her. Sam watched her, feeling slightly sick as he remembered what his father had said to her that day. How mean he had been, how he told her what do to, and how to leave the house. He looked down at his softening penis, freshly cleaned by her mouth, and a pit seemed to form in his stomach. He felt as low as he thought of some of the men Trina had been with. He'd also lusted after her, hadn't hesitated as he had touched her, undressed her, and used her body to get himself off.
"I shouldn't have done that," Sam said.
"Huh?" Trina asked as she pulled on the panties she had in her backpack. "Shouldn't have done what?"
"What we just did," Sam said, looking at his feet. "I just did you like everybody else." He didn't look at her when she walked up to him, but the pain from her palm slapping him in the face made him look.
"You are NOT like the others," she stated firmly, anger flashing in her eyes. "They raped me. They fucked me. THEY used me. I never took my panties off early for them. I never spread out a blanket for them. I never GAVE myself to them. I wanted you to be inside me. I wanted to suck your cock clean afterwards. You are NOT THEM. Got it?" Sam nodded at her in stunned silence. "Good, now pull your pants up and go home. I gotta go meet my dad so a couple of guys can fuck my mouth and ass in an hour, and then lick the flavor of my own shit off their dicks." Her tone was as harsh as her language was terrible, but not angry. She grabbed her pants, and pulled them on. Sam pulled his up as well and moved off the blanket barely a split second before she tugged at it to fold and stuff it into her backpack.
Her expression was a stone wall. No look of sadness or anger on it now. Trina was suddenly all business, just as it had been when he had watched her leave his house that fateful day. After tying her shoes, she barely looked at him when she pulled the chain to turn off the light in the little room and then strode to the door and opened it. "Are you coming, or am I locking you in here tonight?" she asked, without turning her head.
"Yeah, I'm coming," Sam said quietly and followed her out. She locked it up and put the key back under the mat. She stood up and turned to look at him, her face still expressionless, but softer now. She stepped up and kissed the red cheek she had slapped.
"Next time you cum in my pussy, remember that it's because I like you, not because my dad owes you something and then doesn't even have the balls to watch what he's turned me into over the last 3 years. I'll see you in class tomorrow and after school." She turned and left Sam a lot to think about.
That evening was hell for Sam. He didn't enjoy dinner, he snapped at his little sister when she made some dumb joke, and he couldn't focus on his homework at all. All he could think about was what Trina had told him, and suddenly all his problems felt stupid and petty. He thought he was able to hide it well, but apparently not well enough.
"Hey," whispered Eve to him when they were alone in the kitchen for a moment. "You okay?" Sam glanced up to see if his parents were paying any attention from where they were in the living room, but their backs were to their kids and eyes were on the TV.
"Yeah, fine," Sam muttered. He felt her hand on his shoulder.
"You say so, but if you wanna talk, you know where to find me," she said, and headed down into the basement. Sam felt the tears well in the corners of his eyes. He wanted to tell her all of it, wanted to get her to help him help Trina. Ever since he'd learned what was behind Trina's activities, he'd only wanted to end it. He didn't want her sucking dicks or worrying about getting pregnant. Ever since he'd seen her unguarded smile, he'd wanted to see that look on her face all the time. He clenched his hand into a fist, and just wanted to hit something as hard as he could. She had looked and sounded so happy today when they had been alone together, and he'd ruined that moment for her by reminding her of what awaited her in the world outside the walls of the refreshment stand where she had been a fully willing participant in having sex for probably the first time ever.
He walked past his parents to head back to his room to try and finish his homework. As a commercial break began on the TV, he heard his father start to speak. "After dinner this Saturday, I'm going to take Darci with me to poker night. I think she'd have fun with the other kids there." Sam froze in his tracks in the middle of the hall, right in front of the office door where he had learned what those weekly poker games were all about. He thought about the story Trina had told him of her first time there, what she'd been forced to do and see. Now his father was going to take his own daughter there. Sam clenched his fist again as he thought about his little sister having to do the same things. It wasn't right. Not for Trina, not for the other kids, and not for Darci.
He spun on his heel, tried not to look at the monster he had once thought so highly of as his father, and went down the stairs and to Eve's door. She didn't notice him at first, she was so occupied by her own homework and the music coming from the little buds in her ears. Sam had to actually touch her, making her jump in her seat at her desk. "Jesus, Sam, you scared the hell out of me!" she shouted. The look on his face and the recall of the offer she had just made him moments ago softened her tone though. "What is it, Sam?"
"Eve, I need to tell you something. It's going to sound really really crazy, but you have to believe me. It's all true and there's nobody else I can tell, and you can't tell Mom and Dad."
"Okaaaay, Sam, I'm listening," she said, wholly unaware of what she was about to hear. Sam closed the door of her room, and began to talk.
Sam told her. Everything. From why he went into the treehouse in the first place, to moments ago hearing their father plan to gamble their little sister's body this coming weekend. Eve's reaction ranged from greatly amused at the start when he told her that he masturbated in the treehouse to disbelief, shock, sadness, and anger at the looming future.
"You swear this is all true, Sam? You swear it?!" she asked him, her voice sharp with outrage.
"All of it. I swear. Dad is going to take Darci to that place and turn her into a whore so he doesn't have to bet money anymore." Sam could see his big sister was practically shaking with anger as she wiped at the corners of her eyes.
"Can you prove it? Not just to me, but to the police too? Can your girlfriend come forward and prove it?"
"She's not my girlfriend," Sam protested.
"Sam, she's letting you have sex with her. She's your girlfriend."
"Fine, whatever. I don't know if Trina wants to. She really thinks she's helping her dad…or she says that's why she's doing it, but I think she's starting to change her mind. We need to stop Dad from doing this to Darci, though."
"Okay, but how? Why can't we just tell the cops, or Mom?"
"I think this is bigger than the cops, Eve, and Mom…I don't want to see her sad. I know we should tell her that Dad is a bad guy for all this stuff, but I think she might just get mad at us and believe Dad and then we'd both be in trouble."
"Jesus, Sam, okay…" Eve got up and started to pace back and forth. "Let's just worry about keeping Darci from going with Dad this weekend and then figure something else out for the rest of it, okay?"
"Okay," Sam agreed. "How do we do that?"
"I dunno…I guess…I guess we just have to take Darci somewhere else after dinner. I could ask Mom if I can use her car and take Darci to a movie or something. Something she'll want to do instead of going with Dad…but then you gotta prove this to me before next weekend and he tries to do it again." Eve paused, looking aimlessly in thought, and chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment. "Do you remember that camping trip we took a few years ago? You were like 6 or 7, and Darci would have been 4?"
"Yeah," Sam nodded.
"Mom and Dad let me bring a friend, remember? Rhea was her name. I don't know if you remember, but she and I were like best friends since 1st grade." Eve wiped at her eyes again. "Something happened on that camping trip, and she and I started to grow apart…like really quickly, like she was avoiding me after it. It was a few years after it happened that I started to really think about it, stuff that happened, things I saw… We had our own tent, for just the two of us, and you and Mom and Dad and Darci all were in the other one. The second night there I woke up and she was coming back into the tent, and I asked her why, and she said she had to pee, but when she lay back down, she was making noises like she was crying or something. I asked what was wrong, and she said she had stepped on a sharp rock, which sounded really dumb to me, but I didn't push her on details.
"She was weird the next day too, when she was around Dad. She was always so friendly with him before, but she was really quiet and wouldn't even look at him. We got in our swimsuits and went in the lake to splash around and stuff, but she just went out into deeper water and spent most of her time there. She came back to the tent in the middle of the night that night too, but…she didn't stay in there. Before I could fall asleep again, she took off her panties and left in just her night shirt. I got up and watched her go into the lake up to her naked butt and…I thought at the time that she was just playing with herself, but, I guess it was more like washing. I also considered that maybe she'd wet her panties and was just embarrassed, so I looked at them. They were sticky, and I didn't know why or what the sticky stuff was, and she'd never really been open to talking about private stuff, so I thought maybe she was sick. I don't know, it was just really confusing to me then, and she was being private about it, so I didn't ask.
"Like I said, I didn't think about it very much for a few years and then…I guess it's okay to tell you now. The first time I had sex, I realized what the sticky stuff in Rhea's panties was, and why she was washing herself there like that. I didn't think it was because of Dad though…I mean, I guess I considered it for like a second, but that was just crazy and gross, right? I thought maybe she had gotten raped randomly when she went to pee or met some boys or something. I guess I kind of realized that Rhea had had sex on that camping trip, but now…now it makes sense kinda." Eve looked at Sam, and wiped at her tears again. "Dad did it to her, Sam. I'm sure of that now, and that's why I believe you. I guess if that hadn't happened, I would have kicked you out and told Mom that you were telling crazy lies, but…god, this is so messed up." She came over and sat next to him at the foot of her bed and hugged him. "I need to meet Trina sometime soon, so we can work on stopping all of this. Can we meet after school tomorrow at the snack shack?"
"Probably not tomorrow. She's gonna have sex with that teacher again and then she'll have to go home." Eve wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"Are you gonna watch her when she does it?" she asked.
"P-probably…she likes me being there. She said it makes her feel better when he's…doing stuff to her." The look that Eve gave him was either in sympathy for what he had to witness or for what Trina was enduring, but it was clear either way that she was in to put a stop to this.
"Just don't do anything stupid and get yourself hurt, okay?"
"Okay," he said, feeling for the first time that he was really glad he had told Eve. She hugged him again.
"We're gonna save Trina and all those other kids from this junk," she said.
The next day, after school, Sam was there, watching as Trina put her hands on the wall and braced herself as she was forcefully taken from behind by the cruel teacher. He heard every whimper of pain she made when he would thrust himself inside of her. He heard every cruel name he called her, and every disparaging comment he made about her body. Sam only turned away when the teacher finished inside Trina. It was like a jolt of pain to his soul to witness that most of all. He looked back only when Trina was told to open her mouth, but had to look away again when the man forced himself in her mouth and finished there a second time. Laughter filled the air with a promise to win more "fun" with her over the weekend, then foot steps and the door opening and closing.
Sam rushed to her side, finding her still kneeling on the floor, face and pussy a sticky mess. She looked at Sam with a sad expression, the first he'd seen her make after being with the cruel teacher. She didn't have to say anything, Sam just produced a package of tissues from his pocket and gave them to her. She wiped her thighs and slit, and when they were clean, Sam took the tissues from her and cleaned her face. She smiled at him while he tended to her, and it seemed, almost bit by bit, wipe by wipe, that he was brushing away the mask she wore. When he had finished and stepped back, like an artist inspecting his work, a stifled laugh burst from her mouth and tears ran from her eyes. Sam held her, and cried himself.
"Can I walk with you a little?" Sam asked her while she got dressed. "There's something I want to talk to you about."
"Sure," Trina answered, as she zipped her skirt up. They checked the hall and left quickly together. Once they were out of earshot of anybody else Trina asked, "So, what do you want to talk about?"
"I told my sister," Sam said. Trina looked at him strangely for a moment, and her mouth formed the start of an inquiry about what he told his sister, when her eyes got big with realization.
"Sam! Why would you do that?!"
"I had to. My dad is going to take our little sister with him to the sex club this weekend, and I needed to tell Eve so she could help me stop him."
"What did you tell her? How much does she know?"
"E-everything. I told her everything, starting from when I saw you at our house."
"So she knows about me then? What I'm doing?"
"Yeah. Sorry. I had to tell her though, so she'd believe me and help me protect Darci. Are you mad?"
"No, not mad, just…I guess I kind of knew I couldn't keep it a secret forever, and then you found out, and now you've told somebody… What are you going to do to protect your little sister?"
"Well, Eve is going to take her shopping or to a movie or something to get her out of the house, but we can't keep doing that, or my dad is going to figure out what is happening. We need to find some way to stop it. All of it, for good."
"No! Sam, you can't do that!" Trina exclaimed, stopping and grabbing Sam by his shoulders. "My dad is…it's helping him. You can't make me stop doing this, or he and my mom will never—"
"They're not going to anyways, Trina!" Sam shouted, as he wrested free of her hold on him. "You've been doing this for years now, and has it really made a difference? I could hear it in your voice when you told me, and I don't think you still believe that yourself anymore."
"But I can't stop, Sam!" she said angrily. "If I don't keep doing what he needs me to do, they'll frame him and send him to jail or worse!"
"Not if it all ends for everybody, Trina. Not just for you, but for the other kids too. I know you hate doing this, and they hate it too. I hate it! I hated seeing you with him today. I hated hearing him hurt you. I hated watching so I stopped looking, but I could still hear, and then when I saw you after…I don't want to see you do that stuff anymore."
"Then go away and leave me alone!" she yelled at him, and swung her hand wildly to slap him, but he raised his arm and blocked her.
"I won't do that. I like you too much. I like you. I really really like you, and you like me too."
"I hate you, Sam. I hate you!" she yelled and ran. He watched her go, feeling sad from the words she had said, but he was determined to not only save his own sister, but Trina as well.