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The Lighthouse

Date: 3/8/2016, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

"Keeps me warm." "I'm cold." "I can get you a little glass if you want." "OK." I got another glass and poured the girl a finger of brandy and she drank it down in one gulp. She coughed and wheezed, then raised her eyebrows and shook her head; but then she reached the glass in my direction. "You want some more?" "Yes, please." As the girl drank down her second glass and the wind rattled the loose clapboards on this weary old house, and as my head danced light from the drink, I started getting some decidedly naughty thoughts. I pictured her in my mind, laying there dead d***k while I use each one of her holes as many times as I want. When she reached her glass out for another refill, this one was three fingers rather than one. "So Jennifer..." "Jenny," she said. "Jenny, how old are you." "fifteen." Damn, even younger than I thought. Like I said, I'm a bad judge of age. "So, is that ninth grade?" "Yeah." "Where you from?" "My ma lives in Chicago." "Chicago? What the fuck are you doing all the way up here?" "My s****r and her boyfriend are spending the weekend in Cheboygan, and I came with them." "Yeah? Why aren't you with them now?" "Long story." "I got time." I filled both our brandy glasses again. Hers wasn't empty but it's been my experience that if you keep the ladies' glasses full, they're less likely to notice how much they've been drinking. "What about you?" she said. "Are you married?" "My wife left me a couple years ago." She raised her eyebrows and took a big drink of ... brandy. "Why?" "'Cause she's a bitch." "Did you cheat on her?" "No! You're getting a little personal, aren't you? Beside, you were gonna tell me why you aren't at Cheboygan with your s****r anymore." "No I wasn't." The wind was howling hard outside now. The old window panes were rattling and a cold wintry breeze blew through the room. "It's cold in this goddamn house," I said. "I gotta go find another blanket." Jennifer lifted the side of the blanket she was sitting under. "Here," she said, "we can share." "You sure?" She nodded and smiled at me. I climbed underneath the blanket. My hand brushed up against a lot of bare skin as I settled in. "So why did your wife leave you?" "Why you aren't at Cheboygan with your s****r?" She giggled and drank some more brandy, then looked at the fire through the amber liquid. "My head's getting sorta light. Is this stuff gonna make me d***k?" "Maybe." I poured some more in her glass and she giggled. "OK," she said, "You really want to know? Turns out my s****r's a prostitute." I was a bit stunned by that and sort of sat back. "Huh?" The girl giggled again. "Yeah. I guess her boyfriend's really her, what do you call it..." "Her pimp?" "Yeah, her pimp. So she was doing her thing, like in the next room over. And then her boyfriend, he's like telling me that he's gonna pimp me out, too, that's why they brought me along. I'd make tons of money, he said. He'd be nice and share it with me. So I just grabbed my shit and got out of there. He tried to ...