It's Like Candy (4 page)

In less than five minutes he came, praising Starr for her skills. “I wanna see you again,” he said, watching Starr pull up her jeans.

“You got another hundred dollars?” Starr asked, not even glancing at him as she focused on getting herself proper again to go back out on the track.

“I got fifty,” her trick replied.

“Fifty gets you a blow job. You wanna fuck me again, you need fifty more,” she sternly explained.

Starr glanced at him, and thought,
Damn, old man, you had trouble getting it up the first time, take a time out. I don
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wanna kill you out here.

The man nodded and looked heartbroken. He'd never had pussy like that before. He was definitely enthralled by Starr.

“Can I get your number?” he asked.

“No problem,” Starr said. She quickly gave him her cell phone number, and he promised to call again for another date with her. And they always did.

Ten minutes later he dropped Starr off where he had picked her up. Starr quickly got out, told him thank you, and looked for the next car to get into.

Five minutes after she was dropped off, a green Altima pulled to the curb, the driver lustfully gazed at Starr, and shouted, “Your name Starr, right?”

“Yeah. You lookin' for a date?”

“Hells, yeah. You don't remember me? I fucked you last week, and you was off the hook,” he said.

Starr smiled, but she didn't remember him, faces came and went in her line of work. She didn't have time to remember names and faces, only making them Benjamins. Starr got into the Altima, and the driver pulled off, ready for round two. Starr was a celebrity when it came to selling pussy on the track. Dozens of men asked for her de-spite her age. When it came to sex, Starr held nothing back, giving all of her dates a 100 percent of the wildest and freakiest time that they would ever have. She knew how to please a man in every way, from stroking their egos to their dicks, fucking her tricks as if she re-ally loved them. And she owed her subtle sexual skills to her mother, even though she resented her mother bitterly.

As Starr was getting fucked doggy style in the backseat of an Altima, something her trick said to her triggered sudden thoughts and emotions about her mother.

“Your pussy is gonna make you rich, Starr,” her trick stated gripping her naked hips, sweating profusely, and thrusting in and out of her as she panted.

Your pussy is gonna make you rich, Starr
was something her mother had continually told her when she was young.

Starr remembered her mother's words as if it was yesterday. She had been only twelve years old when she lost her virginity.

She grew up in Brooklyn, Bed-Stuy, in a brownstone on Albany Avenue one block off Fulton Street. Her older sister, who was sixteen at the time, had left home a year ago, leaving Starr alone with her mother. Her sister couldn't handle the abuse that came down endlessly from her mother, so she packed her bags and was willing to try her luck out in the world on her own.

Their father, Henry, had left home when both of his daughters were very young. He just couldn't handle his wife's constant and brazen infidelity. He always thought that maybe she would stop and love him as a wife should. But like a fool, he gave his wife chance after
chance to change. Men would call his home and ask for his wife with no respect for him, and he'd curse them out and warn them not to call his home ever again. His wife, Sheryl, would be out all night constantly, leaving him alone with two small children. But his boiling point came when he returned home from work early one afternoon and found his wife engaged in a threesome with two men, while his younger daughter, Starr, lay sleep in the bed next to them.

Sheryl was getting fucked doggy style, while she had the second man's erection deep down her throat. Shocked, Henry began attacking one of the men and beating on him. But his friend quickly jumped in, pulling Henry off his pal, and they began stomping and kicking Henry while he lay in a fetal position on the floor.

Sheryl screamed for them to stop, and after a moment more of beating Henry up and waking his daughter, Starr, in the process, both men finally stopped.

They taunted him and raved about how good his wife's pussy was, and how good a fuck she was. Henry continued to lie on the bare floor crying, watching both men get dressed and leave.

Sheryl went up to her weeping husband and tried to show some comfort by wrapping her arms around him and saying, “Henry, I'm sorry!” But Henry angrily pushed her away, and shouted, “Get away from me, you stupid cunt bitch! You do this in front of our daughter?! Don't you care?”

At that moment, Henry felt as though he could kill her as he seethed with jealousy and rage. But he glanced over at his tearful daughter and stopped himself from making the biggest mistake of his life.

He was humiliated and no longer felt he could be a man or father to his two daughters. The thugs had beaten it out of him that day. He felt ashamed. He cried alone every night. And when he couldn't take the pain and the abuse anymore, he left two weeks later, without leaving so much as a good-bye letter to his wife and kids.

After her father and her sister left, the abuse trickled down to Starr. Starr remembered one night when she was alone in her room watching TV, and she started hearing moaning coming from her mother's bedroom. Curiosity got the best of her, so she went toward her mother's room to investigate. The door was ajar, and she slowly stared into her mother's room, only to see her mother on her knees giving a man a blow job.

The man that her mother was giving sexual pleasure to was tall and very dark. He was naked, and sported a well-kept afro. He was also well built, and very well endowed. Starr gazed at his dick, having never seen anything like it. She watched her mother suck on his dick as if it was a candy bar.

“Ummm . . . deep-throat that shit, Sheryl,” she heard the man say. And Starr continued to watch her mother swallow up his big dick as though her mouth was an endless black hole. It disappeared into her mouth like some magic trick.

Starr watched and made the mistake of putting her hand against the door too much, pushing it more open suddenly as the door creaked.

Her mother turned and saw Starr standing there with a frightened gaze.

“That's your daughter?” the man asked.

“Yes. Starr, I thought you was asleep,” her mother said.

“I can't sleep, Mama,” Starr said, her voice soft and innocent, as she tried not to look at the stranger in front of her.

“I'm glad you're up anyway. Were you watching us?” Sheryl asked.

“No, Mama,” she lied.

Her mother gripped her lover's dick in her hand and asked, “Starr, do you know what this is?”

Starr quickly shook her head no, lying. She knew what a dick looked like. The male students in her class used to flash her and some of the other girls their little peckers when the teacher wasn't around.
Some of the girls would stare and giggle, while others would turn their heads quickly, and cry out, “
Ill
!”

Starr continued to stand nervously in front of her mother. The large man intimidated her as he stood stark naked in front of her with her mother's hand gripped around his dick, stroking him gently.

“You wanna learn how to suck a dick, Starr?” her mother asked. “You need to. You gotta know how to please a man if you want to keep a man around. The more you please a man, the longer he'll stay around.”

Starr continued to stand there. She wanted to leave and go back into her room and finish watching TV. But her mother prevented that by saying, “C'mere, Starr, hold him in your hand and get the feel of it.”

“No, Mama, I don't want to,” Starr said.

“Girl, don't be silly, you ain't a baby anymore. It's time you learn how to start pleasing a man if you want to have a man,” her mother stated.

“But, I don't want to,” she repeated.

The sudden look on her mother's face told Starr that she was in trouble. Her mother got up off her knees and approached Starr vigorously and grabbed her daughter aggressively by her nightgown, and shouted, “You're my daughter and you do what I say! Now stop being a little bitch, and grab that big dick in your hand. It won't hurt you.”

“But Mama—” Starr tried to speak, but her mother raised her hand and gave her daughter a stinging slap across her face.

Starr started to cry, looking up at her mother in horror.

“You go over there and become a woman!” her mother ranted.

Reluctantly, Starr went over to the man, who just stood there smirking down at Starr. It was even bigger for her up close. Starr got down on her knees as tears trickled down her cheeks, and slowly reached up and gripped the man's nine-and-half-inch dick in her hand. Her mother stood over her too, and began talking her through the episode.

“Now slowly move your hand up and down his penis, Starr. They love it when you take your time and show that you ain't scared of it,” her mother instructed.

Reluctantly following her mother's orders, Starr slowly moved her small hand up and down his hard shaft. The touch of it was strange for her; it was hard, but so warm, and began pulsating in her hand.

The man let out a slight moan watching Starr slowly jerk him off.

“Good, Starr . . . now do it a little faster,” her mother said proudly.

Starr moved her hand up and down his large penis as fast as she could. It felt as if the more she jerked him off, the harder it got in her hand.

Her hand action went on for five minutes until she heard her mother say, “Okay, Starr, now here's where you get a man to really love you. I want you to put his dick into your mouth and suck it.”

Starr gave her mother a dreadful look. She didn't want to. She was twelve, and she thought about boys, but her mother was taking her to a whole new level.

“Starr, I'm not gonna tell you again. A real woman should know how to suck a man's dick. There's nothing to be afraid of. You take his dick and put in between your lips and move your jaw up and down.”

Starr continued to cry, becoming even more hesitant. But her im-patient mother suddenly grabbed Starr by the back of her head and pushed her face against his testicles. “Suck his dick like you love him!” she shouted.

Starr unwillingly opened up her mouth and slowly pressed her lips against the tip of his dick with her mother's hand still clutched around the back of her head.

“Suck it!”

Starr swallowed him inch by inch, coughing and gagging at each inch that went into her mouth. The man moaned, standing over Starr with his hands on his hips. Starr was able to take on six inches before she gagged even harder and removed his dick from her mouth.

“Mama, please, I can't do it anymore,” Starr pleaded. But her mother grabbed a handful of Starr's hair and pushed her face back against his testicles, shouting, “Open your got damn mouth and please him!”

With her eyes drenched with tears, Starr reluctantly continued to suck his dick as her mother forced more down her throat by pushing the back of her head. Suddenly Starr started to gag even harder and quickly threw up on her mother's man.

“Shit!” he shouted, jumping back from her puke and spit.

“Starr, what the fuck is wrong with you? You'll never become a woman if you can't handle something so simple,” Sheryl yelled.

Starr got up and quickly ran to her room and cried all night.

But that incident was just the beginning of more unspeakable things to come for Starr. A week later, as Starr lay in bed asleep, her mother came into her room unexpectedly with a tall stranger.

“Starr, wake up,” her mother said accosting her out of her sleep.

Starr looked up at her mother, disoriented. She glanced over at the man in her bedroom and became extremely nervous.

“I have a friend who wants to meet you,” her mother said, walking over to her night lamp and turning it on.

The light shimmered over Starr's innocent, soft brown, petite body, and the man smiled. He peered down at the beautiful Starr sprawled on her bed in a long white nightgown and licked his lips.

“You say she's a virgin?” the man asked Sheryl.

“Never been touched,” her mother replied.

“Mama,” Starr cried out. Her heart began to beat rapidly, and she tried to hold back her tears, becoming aware of what her mother was up to.

“You say five hundred?” the man asked.

“Not a penny less,” Sheryl said, with her hand outstretched.

The man went into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and removed five crisp hundred-dollar bills and put the money in Sheryl's hand.
Sheryl quickly counted the money, and then said, “She's all yours. Have fun.”

“I will.”

With that, Sheryl walked out her daughter's bedroom, leaving her daughter alone in the room with the man. The door closed be-hind her, but not before she heard her daughter cry out, “Mama, no! Mama, come back! Mama, please, come back. . . .”

She ignored her daughter's cry for help and stuffed the folded cash down into her bra. Unbeknownst to Starr, her mother had a growing crack addiction, and saw more money coming in faster by not just selling her own body for sex but her daughter's too.

Inside the bedroom, the man climbed onto the bed with Starr, who was backing away from him, crying. He ripped her nightgown off her, and tore off her panties. Starr tried to resist, but he was too strong.

“I paid for this, so relax!” he scolded. He began unzipping his pants. He stared at Starr's developing breasts, and moved his hand in between her bare thighs, and his dick got hard just by the touch of her.

“Mama!” Starr cried out, but to no avail.

She was quickly forced on her back; her legs forcefully spread open, and she felt him climbing between her naked thighs. He wasn't as big as the man from last week, but it was still scary for her.

Suddenly, she felt the man thrust his six-inch hard-on into her without any concern for her being young and a virgin; the abrupt pain of her vagina being torn open caused Starr to scream. Tears trickled down her face.