9 comments/ 213329 views/ 38 favorites The Deflowering of a Daughter Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion The last thing Lindsey Carlson pictured in her mind when she found out her Mom and Dad had planned a family vacation to Las Vegas was that, two days into it, she would find herself sitting in the passenger seat of the family's pale blue mini-van, riding south through the ungodly desolate Nevada desert. Having turned 18 a few weeks before her high school graduation in the Spring, Lindsey had looked forward to a week's worth of slot machines, Vegas shows and celebrity spotting, all on her parent's bill, before starting college in the Fall. Why on Earth her Mother had dragged her out of bed, to be on the road by 9 am that morning, her Mother had kept a secret. Just like with most girl's her age, idle chatter was something that could often be pained between Lindsey and her Mom. But with nothing but the hum on the vehicle's tires droning continuously on the dusty expanse of asphalt to fill the silence, eventually the two were forced to make small talk. "I could be at the poker tables right now," Lindsey groaned. "Yeah...blowing your entire allowance for your first year at school," Joyce Carlson sarcastically snapped back to her Daughter. Still, Lindsey detected an underlying unease in her Mother's demeanor, despite Joyce's usual snide snippiness. Lindsey could also see the way her Mother's knuckles whitened around the steering wheel as she gripped it, and that only heightened Lindsey's unease as they traveled on. "You're not going to sell me to some underground black market bride service are you?" Lindsey joked, hoping to illicit any new hint of detail. "I wish me and your Dad had thought of that," Joyce cracked. "Would have certainly benefited our retirement fund more than having to pay for your tuition for the next four years." Finally, Joyce exhaled about an hour into their trek when she noticed the exit sign she'd been looking for. Making the right off the highway, Joyce glanced over and saw a ranch house off in the distance, the only thing in fact along the late morning, rural Nevada skyline. Sensing her Daughter's curiosity and dread when Lindsey too noticed the only thing in the area really to be seen, Joyce slowed the van and said, "We're almost there." "If I was a few years younger, I'd think you're either sending me to some out of the way boarding school...or your simply bringing me out here to kill me and hope those people from CSI might find me one of these days after the vultures have picked my bones," Lindsey croaked, her eyes focusing on the approaching driveway to the ranch house's property. "You might want to do the latter to me after we're done out here," Joyce cryptically replied. The steady and predictable hum of the tires on the hard pavement gave way to the grinding sound gravel being crunched below when Joyce turned off the main road, into the driveway. Scanning her eyes for any sign of life around the house off in the distance, Lindsey tried to make out the inscription on the sign near the front porch. "Juanita's Stud Farm," she swore it read. "It says it's a stud farm Mom... what...are you buying me a horse...that's not exactly gonna fly with the home owner's association," Lindsey chided. "Besides...you're a little late...I think I asked for one back when I was 5 didn't I?" A steady silence descended upon the two women as they approached the modest wooden structure. From the front it appeared the place was abandoned, but it wasn't until they continued down the driveway and disappeared behind the house that they saw approximately two dozen other cars, many with out of state license plates, and not a horse or anything that would make the desolate patch of land a farm, anywhere to be seen. "Well...we're here," Joyce said after putting the van's gear in park and switching off the ignition. "We're where?" Lindsey again groused, noticing her Mom checking her face and hair in the rear view as if appearances somehow mattered where they were. "I'll tell you once we're inside," Joyce offered after a long drink from her bottle of water. "I just hope you wore clean underwear," she added wryly. "RRGGHH," Lindsey muttered, pushing her passenger side door open and stepping from the cool comfort of the air conditioned van out into the unbearable midday Nevada heat. _____________________________________ Now came the moment of truth that Joyce Carlson had dreaded since hatching the plan several weeks earlier. Being a few sheets into the wind earlier that Summer, checking out sites to see on the web for the family's upcoming trip to Vegas, Joyce had stumbled upon a website for a place that sparked her interest, initially in a rather selfish way. After surveying the site for the better part of a half hour, a slightly more altruistic idea entered Joyce's mind. In the sober light of day, walking side by side with her Daughter up a dusty gravel driveway under the baking desert sun however, Joyce's plan didn't seem quite so simple. In lieu of anymore adequate BS responses for her Daughter's understandable trepidation, she finally realized the truth would have to do. Keeping her voice lowered to a hush as they walked towards the big house, Joyce explained to her Daughter what she'd set up. "Remember about 4 years ago when we came to Las Vegas last time, right before your brother Mark started college?" Joyce began. "Yeah," Lindsey nodded. "Well...your Father...unrenowned to me until well after the fact... stole away with Mark one afternoon and took him out to some place outside of the city...and bought a hooker for him...some kind of stupid family tradition he said," Joyce rambled, praying Lindsey would see the logic of what she was trying to hint at without her actually having to say it. "Well...part of me was horrified he'd do something like...much less without talking to me first...and part of me was mad he went through the trouble of telling me...that could have been much better just left unsaid and I could have gone on completely unaware. Well I guess I didn't think it was fair only the Carlson men got to live out that type of tradition...so I...kind of...well...thought...I...," Joyce's voice trailed off. "...So you brought me out to a brothel...to a male brothel?" Lindsey mouthed incredulously. "And Dad knew about this?" "NO...NO...I...just...there was no way I could tell him...this is just our secret?" Joyce quickly replied. "And here I am thinking the whole time you were dragging me down to the Hoover Dam or something," Lindsey quipped. "So Lindsey honey...now that we're here and you know...well know why...do you want to go through with it...I mean we could just turn around...and...and...go...back?" Joyce stammered. The two women continued standing there looking at the front door as Joyce's final query hung in the stagnant, dry air. ______________________________________ Somehow, they found their way onto the front porch. Still punch-drunk from her Mother's embarrassed explanation of why they had driven out to the middle of nowhere, Lindsey swallowed hard as she walked through the front door of the establishment and into the gaudily decorated living room/lobby. Lindsey instantly knew she was out of her element. Still a virgin, an honor student and a twelve year veteran of her church choir, her entire body tensed and her insides coiled around themselves as her and her equally as cautious Mother made their way across the room to the smiling older lady there to greet them. "You must be Joyce," the proprietor of the brothel beamed as she approached the two Carlson women. "Yes...yes I am," Joyce chimed nervously. "Well I'm Juanita and I'm so glad you could make it out here," the warm, friendly and voluptuous woman with long flowing, dyed red hair and more than a modest amount of makeup introduced herself. "Mother and Daughter," the late 50ish madam grinned in her best hostess voice. "...Yes...," Joyce laughed a little defensively looking over at Lindsey. "But today is just for her." "Don't worry little lady...we're gonna fix you up right...you're lucky to have a Momma as open minded as her...men have been doing this for years...time us girls had a little fun too...right?" Juanita chuckled. Lindsey felt faint as the surreality of her situation gradually sunk in. "Can I get you a glass of water?" Juanita asked, quickly sensing the young, innocent looking girl's queer state. "No...but thanks...I'll be alright...this was all kind of just sprung on me a few minutes ago," Lindsey's dryly spat in the direction of her Mother. "Well...there's no hurry at all...we take things kind of slow around here," Juanita sighed. "We have a couple of different options...we can get all the fellows together in one room and have you mingle with them until you've made your choice...or if that would be too awkward for you...I have a catalogue over on my desk with pictures and profiles of all the guys and you can pick from it." While the sordid thought of mingling all by herself in a roomful of poon-hungry men appealed to Lindsey on some very deep, private level, she knew she simply wouldn't be able to keep her wits in such an overwhelming situation. "I think we'll look through the catalogue," she shyly responded. "So are you really ready to go through with this," Joyce Carlson asked her Daughter, in the soberest of Motherly tones while Juanita went to retrieve the book. "Since all of this is some crazy whacked out dream anyway, why not," Lindsey quipped in an equally sober and very mature voice. The catalogue was nothing more than a cobbled together photo album with around 20 pages in it, each one with a series of glamour shot type photos of each man and some of his interests and specialties. The men seemed to range from college aged boys to several sophisticated men in their late 40's or 50's. Nearly every ethnicity and race was represented, but all the men seemed to be rather handsome, clean cut, tall and lean. "Little something here for everyone huh," Joyce's voice cracked, her palms, just like her Daughter's getting slightly damp as they flipped through the pages. "Let's go with him," Joyce suggested, pointing out a ruggedly handsome man in his late 30's. "I don't know...the guy a few pages back was pretty cute," Lindsey said softly, flipping back to a frat boy type guy in his early 20's with curly blonde hair. "You could get hundreds of guys like that at college Lindsey, but you'd be so drunk on the sofa at a party you wouldn't remember anything except for the headache and the STD the next morning...let's go with someone who'll treat you a little better than that...I still like the other guy I showed you," her Mother chided. "He's old enough to almost be Dad's age," Lindsey lamented. "Yeah...but your Dad doesn't look anything like that," Joyce replied, bringing a shared girlish giggle out of each. "This guy could be the Marlboro Man if you out a cowboy hat on him." "I don't know," Lindsey continued to vacillate. "Are we having any luck?" Juanita said as she eased back over. "So tell me...what do I do when I get in the room?" Lindsey asked sheepishly while flipping through several more profiles. "Whatever you want young lady...which ever guy you choose...he's there for you...He'll do anything you ask of him," Juanita smiled reassuringly. "Well...," the teenage girl started. "Mom seems to know which one she wants...guess I'll have to trust her judgment... So what do we do now?" "Ah...Geoffrey," the matronly madam noted the profile Joyce Carlson had picked out. "He's a fine choice...he's down waiting in Room 16...down the hall near the end on the right...just head down there whenever you're ready...I'll call him on the intercom and tell him to be expecting you." "Geoffrey," Lindsey repeated to herself, blushing visibly with embarrassment and anticipation. As she turned and began walking down the plushly carpeted hallway, Lindsey stole a quick glance backwards and struggled to sustain eye contact with her Mom and Juanita as they watched her slip away. Somehow, Lindsey knew that the last 'goodbye' she would share in the coming weeks when her parents dropped her off at her freshman dorm at college was going to be tough. The fact that that same type of moment was playing out now at a desert brothel as she walked down the hallway to have her virginity taken by a complete stranger, with her Mother's blessing, gave Lindsey a fizzing sensation deep into the marrow of her bones. Her head swirling with so much muddled confusion, Lindsey paid almost no attention to the rooms she slowly passed and the occasional sounds of sex that filtered through the walls. Her heart leaped into her throat however when she looked up and realized she had made it down to Room 16. After staring at the closed door for more than a couple of deep breaths, with numb fingertips Lindsey somehow managed to turn the knob and push it open. Laying before her was a glorified hotel room, with dark shag carpet, several gawdy wall hangings, candles and incense burning and in the center of the room, a rather large bed with satiny royal lavender sheets. Right beside the bed stood a shirtless man, about 6'2" with his arms crossed and a gentle, warm and peaceful gleam in his green eyes. "Hi there...my name is Geoff," he offered. "H...Hi...I'm Lindsey," the 18 year old scuttled a response as she melted under the weight of the stranger's velvet gaze. "He seems so calm...so friendly...so normal," Lindsey internally noted, despite her bookwormish looks and demeanor, not too naive to know what went on in those rooms and more to the point, what Geoff had been hired to do to her. Still, Lindsey couldn't help feeling drawn to him with his smooth fatherly warmth, his broad shoulders and the salt and peppering of his neatly trimmed hair. Her knees trembled even more when she measured the patient gait he began walking towards her with. Standing statue still as Geoff approached, the cologne he was wearing began to fill Lindsey's airways and she couldn't help allowing her eyes to scan the contours of the older man's muscular arms and chest. "Are you the one whose Mother brought her in?" he asked inquisitively. "And you're a virgin?" "Yes," Lindsey bowed her head. "All these years of telling me to be a good girl and save it for marriage...and look where I am right now." "Kind of ironic huh," she laughed, breaking slightly, the obvious tension in the room. "Yes...yes it is," Geoff smiled widely, impressed immediately with the young girl's presence and humor in such a difficult and awkward situation. "It's certainly a different way to do it," Geoff added. "Most girls from what I've heard don't have the best memory when it comes to losing it...at least this bed is a little more roomy than the back seat of a car or in the gravel under the bleachers." So absorbed by Geoff's tender mann4er, Lindsey hadn't realized just how close he had gotten to her until she felt the back of his fingers come to rest on her right temple. Her knees buckling, a meek sigh seeped from her lips when Geoff gently brushed his hand down the side of her cheek. Her body going limp as he towered above her, Geoff was sure he could see moisture glimmering in Lindsey's brown eyes. Sensing her quick and unconditional surrender, Geoff leaned in and kissed her softly, first on the shoulder, then on the collarbone before brushing his lips up her neck until Lindsey was fighting to couple her lips with his. Their bodies melded together when their lips finally met, nothing else in the world mattered at that moment for Lindsey as she fought to return the older man's warm and probing kisses. Her skin sizzling each time he brushed his fingertips up and down her arm, Lindsey's entire body shuddered and she let out a passionate yelp when Geoff reached his hand up to her chest and boldly began squeezing her breasts. "Second base," Lindsey dazedly thought, her knees knocking against his, knowing in a few brief moments with Geoff she had already gone further than she ever had with a guy. _____________________________________ This was what Geoffry Stubblefield lived for. Twice married, with two teenage sons he was paying an ungodly amount of child support on, at least he could say he enjoyed his job. Having worked a good many years as a bit part actor and model in California in the late 80's and early 90's, Geoff had moved to Las Vegas after his second divorce and kept his head above water in the hospitality industry. When he came across an ad in an underground newspaper a few years earlier looking for men to work at a brothel catering to women, Geoff couldnt resist at least giving it a shot. He had been working at Juanita's for almost three years, and while he did have to put his skills as a trained actor to work with some of the less attractive clients that paid for his services, what he was experiencing with Lindsey made the job way more than worth it. Geoff had immediately sniffed Lindsey's sexual hesitancy from the instant she walked into the room. By the time he had earned her trust and had her caressed in his warm embrace however, he could tell she would do anything he was going to ask of her. His cock hardening inside his lounging pants, pressing outwards against Lindsey's belly, Geoff inhaled the teenage girl's soft, feminine scent as he gracefully allowed his lips to roam over her cheek, neck and earlobe. "I'm going to undress you, Lindsey," Geoff's warm breath drifted into her ear. "...Please...," her voice trailed off. Gently removing his left hand from Lindsey's breast, Geoff squeezed both hands around each of the young girl's arms, helping her raise them high above her head so he could remove her shirt. Paying special care to take his time, Geoff patiently allowed Lindsey to get comfortable with each stage of her undressing, keeping his gaze focused on her reactions as she seemed to morph from a child to a woman right in front of his eyes. Standing there with only her navy blue bra covering her chest, Lindsey watched as Geoff playfully rolled her shirt in his hands before tossing it aside. She then mewed like a kitten when he eased his fingers up to her pale white shoulder and teasingly slipped one of them underneath her thin bra strap. "Casino tan," Geoff grinned. "Yeah...I burn real easy so I try to stay out of the sun," Lindsey managed a smile as Geoff suddenly lowered himself down on one knee in front of her. With the coolness that came with complete ownership of Lindsey's body, Geoff reached out and grabbed the clasp of the swaying girl's jeans. Unsnapping them quickly, in one fell swoop Geoff pulled the teenager's pants down to her feet, leaving her in nothing but her bra and moistened panties. In one fluid motion as he stood up, Geoff scooped Lindsey's petite and half naked body up, turned, and carried her to the bed behind him as she cuddled sheepishly in his arms. __________________________________ Lindsey's senses crackled with excitement looking up at Geoff's face as he deposited her down on the bed. Clad only in her underwear, Lindsey felt an instinctive twinge to cover to body, but the warmth and intent in Geoff's eyes kept her hands at her side. She couldn't help in that moment of gazing up at him standing above her what his family was like. Did he have a wife or a girlfriend, kids of his own, heaven forbid a daughter close to her age? How many other girls like her, had he done this with? Feeling a heated blush spread from head to toe as Geoff stared down, as if examaning her, Lindsey's body began twisting slightly side to side on the sheets in a primal and silent beckon. Every bit the naive and cautious virgin, Lindsey bit down on her lower lip and tensed when Geoff began to lean down on top of her. By the time his lips had met hers once again, she was on fire underneath him. Her body lurching and squirming to meet every move he made, as Geoff traced his mouth slowly down her cheekbone to her neck, she looked in his hungry eyes and realized he was going to kiss every square inch of her nearly naked frame. The Deflowering of a Daughter Ch. 01 Roaming his hands across the trembling expanse of Lindsey's body, Geoff continued using his lips and tongue to scour off the unique flavor from the young girl's smooth flesh. She laid there under his weight, staring down through her slitted eyes and watched as Geoff's body seem to inflate with confidence and arousal each time he moved lower and inhaled her obvious arousal. Paying special care not to touch her ripe and flowering vagina once he had reached Lindsey's midrift, Geoff continued to layer kisses all over the shivering girl's belly and waist as her small breasts quivered on top of her chest. Reaching up with both hands as he tongued at Lindsey's bellybutton, Geoff unsnapped the 18 year old's bra and left the undone bra closure resting there between her milky cleavage. "Pull it apart, Baby," Geoff mouthed, gently imploring Lindsey to reach up with her own hands and pull the bra cups apart to reveal her bosom. Knowing he had Lindsey in the palm of his hand, in every sense of the word, Geoff rested there between her trim thighs and watched as she flailed her hands up to her chest. His eyes widening, Geoff grinned like a wolf preparing to feast when Lindsey finally was able to grasp the lacy edges of the bra cups between her fingers and pull them apart, alllowing her small, round titties to spill free. Pressing his right hand down directly over Lindsey's crotch the instant she exposed her breasts, Geoff squeezed her vagina tenderly through her panties causing the 18 year old's voice to gush wildly from her lungs. Masterfully swirling his thumb under the elastic band of her underwear, Geoff began working them down until her flarred and beautiful cunt was in full view. Continuing to roll her panties down until he had slipped them completely off, Geoff took the damp blue fabric and rolled it into a ball. "I'm keeping these," he sighed down to an attentive Lindsey, forcing her to watch as he claimed the first of his trophies. Stripped bare, Lindsey fully expected Geoff to swoop in and begin consumating the arrangement that her Mother had brokered. Instead, he continued to kneel there between her legs staring down at her as if trying to committ every twist and turn of her emotions to memory. Finally he reached out and rubbed his left hand several times through Lindsey's brown hair before allowing his fingertips to trapse down her neck. Calmly guiding them to the center of her throat, Geoff then traced them down the center of Lindsey's chest until his thumb came to rest on top of the breathless girl's erect clitoris. His own spine sizzling from the way Lindsey's body jerked below, he was sure he could see her heart pounding inside her chest each time he pressed and flipped his thumb across her throbbing clitoral bud. "So no man has ever touched you...here?" Geoff sighed, inching his middle finger ever so slightly through Lindsey's dense pubic fleece. "...No...," Lindsey struggled to answer. Using his fingers like a pair of tongs to seperate the rubbery and inflamed entrance of the virgin girl's cunt, Geoff nudged his own knees forward on the mattress until he was directly above Lindsey's crotch. Keeping his grip steady but firm on Lindsey's vulva, Geoff leaned forward once more and kissed her softly on the lips, feeling her hard, pointy nipples press against his bare chest as he came to rest on top of her. Lindsey's eyes rolled like pinballs in their sockets as the older man hovered above, taking complete control of her body. "Do you ever make yourself cum?" he matter of factly asked, keeping up the constant pressure on Lindsey's blood filled nub. "Yes," Lindsey finally yelped. "Do you want me to make you cum?" Geoff chisled further at her will. "Yes," Lindsey squeeled, her swollen cunt now jerking upwards against Geoff's digital manipulations. Sliding both hands between Lindsey's thighs, Geoff pushed them further apart as he lowered himself down her body. Flipping each of his thumbs across the throbbing labia of Lindsey's pussy, Geoff eased his face directly up to the naked girl's virgin sex. His senses filling with the languid scent of Lindsey's desire, Geoff cradled his hands under Lindsey's rear and jacked her cunt up far enough to meet his mouth. A sharp howl whistled from Lindsey's mouth when Geoff began filling his palate with the nector of her arousal. "Does that feel good?" she heard him ask from between her legs, as if the entire world outside of her closed eyes was a million miles away. Feeling his tongue swipe steadily deeper through her buttery, bubblegum pink folds, Lindsey forced her eyes open just enough to see how Geoff's goatee and cheeks had become shiny and glazed with her uncontrolable moisture. A plaintive wail burst from her lungs when Geoff began to swivel and swirl his tongue all the way inside her, using it just like a snowplow to devour her pooling juices. Several times, Geoff would take her up to the point of no return only to pull back, leaving her naked teenage body squirming under his skilled mouth and begging incoherantly for release. "Are you ready for me to fuck you?" Geoff finally asked, after more than 20 minutes of eating her out and taking her up to the precipise of five near orgasms. "Let me put a condom on," Geoff said, his lips smeared with Lindsey's copious dew when he saw the gentle nod of her head. "...No...," she stammered, trying to raise her head and formulate her scattered thoughts. "I want to feel you inside me. If you can hold it back...I'd rather feel you inside me," Lindsey sighed. "I'll...I'll...swallow it when were finished if you want." "...You will," Geoff replied, half stunned, his adrenaline racing so hard now he had to take a couple of deep breaths just to calm his raging libido before going through with the task at hand. Stepping out of his pants, Geoff's cock jutted straight out, like a blunt rod pointed directly at Lindsey as she laid below, gazing up at him. Wasting no time, Geoff positioned his knees to the inside of each of Lindsey's thighs, nudging them all the way apart. Then grabbing her ankles, Geoff draped each of Lindsey's calves over his shoulders giving him complete and unfettered access to the desperately aching entrance to her pussy. Gradually pushing forward, Geoff absorbed every facial tick, contortion and muscle twitch of Lindsey's body as he fed his cock into her. With slow, attentive and precise jabs, Geoff burrowed his cock into the moaning girl's womb until she was a virgin no more. A cascade of energy ripped through Lindsey each time Geoff drove forward, causing her size 32 B breasts to shake and sway each time his groin pressed harder down on hers. His hands gropping intermittently at Lindsey's tender bosom, Geoff could feel his lust coming to a rolling boil inside his balls as the young girl's strained with delight below. Lindsey's tight pussy was so slick with her dripping arousal that the linens underneath her had now become saturated as Geoff held her in place several inches off the sheets. "You didn't bleed," he mouthed somewhat disappointedly, stealing a quick peek down to guage his progress. "How did you pop it...tell me Lindsey!" "When I was over at a girlfriend's a long time ago," her voice riddled with shame but compliance to Geoff's demand. "We found one of her Mom's sex toys...under the bed...and I wanted to feel what it felt like inside me...that's how," Lindsey trembled, on the verge of tears as her voice jumped each time Geoff pressed deeper. "Goddamn that's hot," Geoff gritted his teeth, knowing the effort to keep from busting his nut inside the naked, teen girl skewered now on his cock was going to be much harder than he thought. Conjuring the image of Lindsey and her friend experimenting with a dildo filled Geoff's head as Lindsey's cunt choked and constricted around his swollen cock. "I better make her cum right now or I just know I'm gonna wind up knocking the girl up," Geoff told himself. Clutching his hands down on Lindsey's narrow wrists, Geoff held her arms tightly to the bed as he intensified his thrusts. Feeling her body rumble like an engine against his, Geoff finally sank his cock as far as it would go inside Lindsey. Slicing his dick in and out until her rubbery pink quim had completely encassed it, Geoff ruthlessly pounded Lindsey until she had no choice but to cum. "...Yes...yes...Yes...Yes...YES...YESSSS...YESSSSSSS...YYAAYYYSSSSSSSS," Lindsey's voice grew, starting as a murmuring chant then exploding through the room like shattered glass as wave after wave of indescribable euphoria tore through her mortal fiber. "Are you cumming, Babydoll?" Geoff quietly taunted. "Yes," Lindsey managed to croak, her pussy squeezing in spastic convulsions around his still drilling appendage. Keeping his dick stabbed all the way inside of her until she had gone lifeless and limp, Geoff slid his hand down to the base of his still throbbing manhood, choking off any chance that he might cum trying to remove it from his sticky and now deflowered claim. "My turn," Geoff thought privately as he disengaged from Lindsey and eased up on his knees to straddle the exhausted girl's chest. Pumping his cock to keep it primed, Geoff crawled up on top of Lindsey, paying special care to rub the head of his rigid prick over her belly and breasts as he took his place on top of her. Grabbing a pillow, Geoff placed it underneath Lindsey's head to prop her up enough so she was eye level with his glistening manhood. "You really are spent," he muttered tenderly down Lindsey, seeing for the first time just how much starch he'd already taken out of her. "You still want to do this?" Geoff looked straight down into Lindsey's hazy eyes and asked, illiciting a weak but definate nod of her head. Using his cock like a third hand, Geoff brushed the blunt, round head of it over Lindsey's flushed cheeks, across her sweaty brow and down to her tiny white chin, leaving a faint sheen of the girl's own vaginal secretions covering her face. "Open up," he said gently. With all the care a man in his condition could manage, Geoff snuck the head of his bulging cock between Lindsey's lips. His thighs rising in a powerful arch above Lindsey's upper body, Geoff tilted his groin far enough forward until he could push his dick straight into the young girl's mouth. Watching Lindsey's eyes cross as she struggled to accomodate his manhood, Geoff could hear tiny slurps and gasps echo from Lindsey's throat each time he fed her another inch. Before she knew it however, Geoff was fucking Lindsey's mouth with the same cruel, calculating and unrelenting efficiency he had just fucked her virgin pussy with a few minutes earlier. His hairy, bloated balls smacking Lindsey's chin each time he pushed his dick further into the vacuum seal of her mouth, Geoff watched the pretty girl's entire face expand to handle the girth he was providing. "Can you take it all, Sexy," he hissed down to her, an electrical charge of lust shooting through his core when he saw the mixture of devotion and struggle in Lindsey's innocent brown eyes. Stunned by just how well the teenage girl had deepthroated the seemingly endless supply of cock he had given her, Geoff increased the speed of his thrusts until semen shot like a punctured firehouse from his cock down Lindsey's gullet. "UUURRGGHHHHH...HHHRRGGAAHHHHHHHMMMMRRAARRGGHHHHHHH," the older man savagly grunted, losing any sense of composure that came with the job for the moment as he selfishly sprayed his seed deep into the pit of Lindsey's belly. The backlog of sperm Lindsey couldn't swallow washed back out of her mouth and began seeping from the corners of her lips as Geoff gradually began to withdraw his pulsing endowment. Resting on top of Lindsey's chest, Geoff took a long and satisfied deep breath as he stared down at the girl trapped below. Taking his cock and using it like a basteing brush, Geoff smoothed the residue cum from Lindsey's mouth across her face before raising it back up and depositing it in her gasping mouth one last time so she could cleanse and injest the custardy semem that remained. ____________________________________ This was the part of the job, if there was such a thing, that Geoff dreaded. He had just taken a very sweet and friendly young woman's virginity, and now as she drifted back to reality and all its consequences, he had to turn away from her as she rested there on the bed, her body and pysche silently begging to be held. "You just cant get emotionally involved," Geoff repeatedly admonished himself as he gathered his clothes. He did lean down and kiss Lindsey on the top of her head just before making the final turn to leave and felt his heart warm from the smile that crested on her face. "There is a shower if you want in the room right there," Geoff told her, knowing his voice sounded callous and final as he turned to go. "Goodbye Lindsey, you were beautiful." _____________________________________ The heavy and nearly paralysing weight of physical and emotional exhaustion soon settled down on Lindsey as the endorphins of release began to wear off. While the suggestion of a shower did sound splendid, Lindsey knew she was just too tired to even effort it. All she really wanted to do was get dressed, meet her Mom and head back to the hotel and allow everything that had happened to sink in. Dreading that awkward walk back up the hallway and the certain looks and inquiry she'd have to endure, Lindsey knew even on flimsy knees, the sooner she started, the sooner it would be over. Once she had dressed herself, everything except for the panties which Geoff had kept as a trophy, Lindsey stiffened her spine the best she could, opened the door and began putting one foot in front of the other. When she had walked back into the lobby however, a strange vibe quickly swept through Lindsey when she saw only Juanita sitting there behind her desk. "Where's my Mom?" the young girl asked, looking hesitantly around the room. "I think you're a big enough girl to see this," Juanita finally said after a long and patient assessment of the 18 year old standing in front of her. "Come with me...," the Madam offered. * Part 2 Coming soon The Deflowering of a Daughter Ch. 02 Lindsey Carlson never had a chance to catch her breath from the roller coaster of emotion she'd been forced to endure. Less than 15 minutes after having her virginity taken, she found herself walking down that same hallway, only this time she was wearily trailing the late 50ish Madam of the establishment. "Where are we going?" Lindsey wanted to ask, but even with her spinning head and simmering cauldron of hormones and endorphins, somehow she knew. In a place like Juanita's, there were only so many things a person could would find when they walked into an occupied room. Still, it didn't prevent what she saw from hitting her like a truck when Juanita opened the door and allowed her to see inside. There were a pair of bare feet raised high in the air, in a quivering parenthesis, bracketing the naked torso of a man who had his back turned towards the door. All Lindsey could initially see were trickles of sweat beading down the man's marbled musculature as the feet draped over each of his shoulders danced wildly each time he hammered forward. The visual stunningness was so overpowering, it took a few moments before the sounds and smells in the room to filter through Lindsey's jumbled senses. The bed against the room's back wall strained mightily under the thrashing weight of the bodies on top of it and Lindsey's icy eyes flared each time the two bodies in front of her slammed violently together. It wasn't long until the raw and musky scent of sex filled her nasal passages, causing her already weakened knees to buckle. "... Mom... ?" Lindsey croaked. "Yes Darling... Yes it is," Juanita replied dryly. "Yes... that's her." Her gaze fixed forward, Lindsey was sure she recognized the guy with his back turned on the bed as one of the men in the catalogue she and Joyce had flipped through earlier. "His name is Antonio," the Madam said, sensing the young girl's recognition. The hair on the back of Lindsey's neck stood up straight hearing her Mother's muffled groans rise from the bed as the six foot four inch, 20 year old Spanish exchange student relentlessly drilled his dick deeper in Joyce's molten womb. "Why did you bring me in here?" Lindsey begged softly to Juanita. "I don't know," the older woman sighed. "I guess I just sensed a very special bond between you two." "So... was this part of her plan all along?" Lindsay asked, her voice barely audible over the din of Antonio and Joyce on the bed. "No... your Mom only came out here to bring you," Juanita whispered back. "I guess something just tripped inside her head while she was waiting." "So... how long... have they... " Lindsey started. "About 25 minutes," Juanita finished the young girl's query. "Do you want to stay and watch?" Silence was Lindsey's only response to the Madam's question as she continued her glassy eyed stare at the bed and the entwined coupling on it. Juanita waited for several moments for Lindsey to make a move, one way or the other. Sensing the 18 year old wasn't going to budge without some force of nature setting her in motion, she put her arm around the stoic young woman's shoulder and eased her forward, with much of the same care and caution a person would lead a bereaved family member towards an opened casket. Juanita couldn't resist easing her head forward just enough to watch Lindsey's eyes flicker and expand in their sockets the closer she got to the edge of the bed. Brushing her free hand down Antonio's left shoulder when she got within arm's reach of the bed, Juanita smiled at the strapping Spanish stud when he turned to face her and the stunned looking girl standing to her left. Joyce's eyes remained clenched tightly shut as Antonio pounded her, holding on for dear life, totally oblivious to what was playing out above. An instant recognition twinkled in the young stud's eyes when he noticed the resemblance between the older woman, who had her legs spread out in front of him, and the younger one standing nervously and biting her lip to his Boss' side. Staring straight down at her Mom on the bed, Lindsey's stomach churned seeing the way Joyce's entire body thrashed and grinded on the bed sheets at the same time her Mother's rubbery pink vaginal canal strained to accommodate the hulking stud's bulging staff. "I can't believe that's her," Lindsey's lips moved without a trace of sound. The image of her 44 year old Mother's tits bouncing wildly across her chest and the gasps of pleasure bursting from her lungs unsettled Lindsey to no end as Antonio ruthlessly increased his pace. Feeling Juanita's arm tighten around her shoulders in a warm gesture of support, Lindsey put her hand up to her mouth and visibly began to shake as Antonio pilaged the same womb she'd been conceived in. "Do you want me to cum?" Antonio's broken English shattered the silence in the room. "Yes... God... Please," Joyce begged, her eyes still sealed shut. "Then you're going to have to fuck me back a lot harder," the Spanish boy taunted, making it painfully clear to the older woman what he expected of her. Despite her sexual naiveté, Lindsey began to sense what was unfolding between the naked stud and her writhing Mother. ___________________________________ Joyce had already came five times since Antonio mounted her, a quick trigger of learned behavior she'd developed over the years to meet the steadily shortening bouts of sex she experienced with her Lindsey's Father. So easily orgasmic, Joyce was no match for the virile and skilled onslaught the younger man had unleashed on her. Still unaware of her Daughter's presence mere feet away, like a raging wave bearing down on her, Joyce had no choice but to succumb to yet another overwhelming vaginal explosion. "UUHHHHHRRAAGGHHHHHHHH," she groaned incoherently, her voice already hoarse and her pussy raw from Antonio's steady and incessant assault. "That's six Mrs. Carlson," Antonio grinned. "Remember our little deal... we were going to fuck until you made ME cum. You wanted to prove to yourself you still have it in you... I still haven't seen it yet." "I know... I know," Joyce somehow managed between long, deep breaths. "I just cant help myself... your cock just feels so damn good ripping me apart... maybe if I get on top I can control the rythem a little better." While by no means a slob, Joyce wasn't in the best shape of her life either. The workout Antonio was putting her through was causing every muscle and tendon in her body to scream and there seemed to be a hive of bees buzzing inside her skull as the 20 year old exchange student reached his hands under her back and scooped her up. Her eyes still closed, a wave of blind disorientation engulfed Joyce when Antonio spun her 180 degrees around, leaving her sitting on top of him, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her. Every bit of gristle and nerve in Joyce's arms and legs twitched and she was forced to plant her hands down on the center of Antonio's chiseled chest to keep herself from toppling over like a sawed through tree. Once she had steadied herself and the world had stopped spinning enough for her to try and open her eyes, the physical ordeal Joyce was being put through was nothing compared to the emotional anguish that was christened when she saw Lindsey standing less than three feet away. A whirlwind of mortal shock ripped through Joyce's core as she rested on top of Antonio, staring with weary eyes at her Daughter. Too exhausted and mortified to say so much as a word, Joyce just knelt there forced to absorb it all in. The level of complicity she felt bringing Lindsey to the brothel in the first place was Joyce's only hope as she searched for any hint of understanding in her Daughter's stunned gaze. Before Joyce ever had the chance to properly process it all however, Antonio began pumping his groin upwards until Joyce's head rocked backwards as she desperatly fought to meet his powerful and unforgiving thrusts. Her nipples erect like rigid, tiny fingers pointing straight out, Joyce's body bounced side to side on top of Antonio as Lindsey anxiously looked on, her own nipples too now poking visibly through the front of her shirt. So entranced by her Mother and Antonio, Lindsey failed to realize Juanita's hand had gradually slipped down over her waist and the older woman's fingers were tracing the round button of her jeans. It wasn't until Juanita's soft lips warmly melded against her ear and neck that Lindsey looked down at her own crotch. "Uh... haaah," the young girl's voice seeped free, the low grumbling sound in her diaphragm increasing as the Brothel's Madam worked her fingers inside Lindsey's pants and began brushing them across the girl's just fucked and still tingling pussy. "Where are your panties?" Juanita whispered into Lindsey's ear. "Geoff... Geoff kept them," the teenager admitted, bringing a groan of appreciation and arousal from Juanita's throat. "Come on Mrs. Carlson... make me cum," Antonio hissed from below, causing Juanita and Lindsey to both turn their attention back to the bed. "I'm trying... I'm... trying," Joyce yelped, working her sore and sweaty cunt up and down on Antonio's jabbing monster, the whole time keeping her hands pressed down on his chest to keep from toppling over. "God its so big," she coughed, skirting a delicate balance of trying to squeeze her vaginal sheath around the Spanish stud's cock hard enough to get him off without completely impaling herself in the process. In the meantime, Juanita continued to fondle Lindsey's privates. "Ahhh... you're still wet down there... did Geoff cum inside of you?" the matronly Madam prodded. "... No... " the young girl gulped. "He fucked me... then I swallowed him when he was finished." "You are a little slut... I just want you to stand here and watch your Momma cum again while I keep playing with this tight little pussy of yours," Juanita voice sizzled into Lindsey's ringing ear. "I want to feel you cream all over my hand when you watch Antonio finally fill her cunt up with all that hot sweet cum he's been holding back." Clawing with ever increasing vigor at Lindsey's snatch with her slick and greasy hand, Juanita could feel the teenage girl melting in her arms, until Lindsey's balance completely gave way and she collapsed down to her knees. Crouching down beside Lindsey so that they both were huddled together beside the bed, Juanita kept her hand wedged between Lindsey's thighs as they watched Joyce Carlson's heavy tits bounce and slap loudly against her chest each time Antonio hurled his groin upwards. An endless cascade of moans churned from Joyce's throat, bringing goosebumps to her own Daughter's skin as she knelt less than two feet away, watching her Mom rock perilously back and forth on top of the boy who was less than half Joyce's age. Her gaze locked forward, Lindsey's crotch worked in fits and starts against Juanita's wickedly embedded hand. Beads of sweat glazed the teenager's forehead as she inhaled the powerful stench of sex coming out of every pore of Antonio and her Mother's naked and grinding bodies. The sound of Juanita's fingers slicing through Lindsey's pussy mingled in unison with the slashing dirge of Antonio's cock drilling through the pulpy and swollen folds of Joyce's cunt. "OOHHH... OOOHHHHHH... MMMM... MMMMMAARRGGRRAAHHH... OOHHHHHH," Joyce's vocal chords began to creak once again. "Hurry up... please cum," she begged, sensing she'd probably pass out after her seventh potential orgasm. "Then you have to fuck me faster and harder, Mrs. Carlson," Antonio barked calmly, not easing up a bit on the demands Joyce had originally asked of him. The mascara and makeup Joyce had dabbed on before leaving the hotel now dribbled down each side of her face as she clawed her nails into Antonio's pulsing pectoral muscles. "PLEASE GOD... please... hurry," Joyce pleaded down to him, her voice sounding infinitely more exhausted and desperate than anything Lindsey could ever remember coming out of her Mother's mouth. Reaching out with both hands, Lindsey clutched tightly at the edge of the mattress, balling her palms around the sheets as the fabric vibrated with the conjoined energy of Joyce and Antonio's bodies. Juanita's fingers seeming to swirl a hundred miles per hour through Lindsey's pussy, the young girl tettered on her knees, using the bed for support as Antonio's cock stabbed her Mother's cunt less than eight inches in front of her watering eyes. "SHIT... I CAN'T STOP... I CAN'T," Joyce shrieked. "I'M GONNA CUMMMMMM AGAIN!" "EEWWWWWWWEEEHHHHHHAAAHHHHH," her spastic cries of delirium rose to the ceiling. "URGGHHH," Antonio groaned defiantly, lurching his back up from the bed until Joyce huge, fleshy breasts were pressed against his smoothly shaven chest. Pushing his dick as deep as it would go inside the older woman's convulsing poon, Antonio wrapped his vicelike hands around Joyce's back and held her like a cruel possession in his arms until he allowed the boiling stew inside his balls to finally spill free. Lindsey's sizzling cunt squeezed and engulfed Juanita's swirling fingers as she watched her Mother's body jerk in Antonio's arms. It looked as if a nuclear detonation was taking place in front of her eyes as every muscle in Antonio's powerful body tensed and fired, sending his frothy seed deep into the bowels of Joyce's overwhelmed vagina. "YYYEEZZZZ," the Latin stud hissed loudly, rocking his and Joyce's weight forward on the bed until he was once again on top of her, transfering every last bit of his potent lust deep into the older lady's sloshing womb. "UUUHHH... UUUHHHH... MMMMAAAHHHH... I'M... CUM... I'M... CUM... CUM... CUM... MMIINNGGGGGGGGG, " Lindsey high pitched cries of release rattled everyones' ears a few moments later as she began thrashing on the floor from the hellbent way Juanita savagely continued fisting her tender, teenage fissure. _________________________________ The entire scene played out in front of Juanita, and as she felt her heart trying to tear a hole straight out of her chest, at age 58 and not as healthy as she once was, she cursed herself for forgetting to take her blood pressure medication that morning. "Hell of a way to die if this was the last thing you saw," Juanita thought to herself, knowing she'd never seen anything quite like what had happened with the Carlson women inside the walls of her brothel. Pulling her soiled and red as a beet hand free from Lindsey's pants, the immediate aroma of the still kneeling girl's sex overwhelmed Juanita's senses. Rubbing Lindsey's vaginal secretions between her fingertips, Juanita watched the teenage girl drop her head down to the sheets in exhaustion as Antonio dismounted her Mother less than a foot from her sweat tangled hair. "Let me help you up," Juanita whispered down to Lindsey, her own knees more than a little wobbly and her crotch buttery as well as she helped the 18 year old up from the floor. Once she had helped Lindsey take a seat beside her naked and spread eagle Mother on the bed, Juanita took a few cautious steps back and cast Antonio a proud smile of a job well done as he eased off the bed and grabbed his robe. Turning her gaze back to Lindsey and Joyce on the bed, the matronly Madam couldn't help but feel a twinge of voyeuristic guilt staring down at the two as they rested silently, side by side on the sex strewn sheets. "Thanks for coming... we'd love to have you again," Juanita mouthed before turning to leave the room. * THE END Thanks for reading