Prolog: The Past In Monochrome

 

From somewhere that sounded more distant than it was, a record was playing "Dreams" by Gabrielle.

 

"Dreams can come true

Look at me babe I'm with you

You know you gotta have hope

You know you gotta be strong."

 

It sounded like it was coming from a different property, or a different room. But the soulful voice, and the grooves of the tune just seemed to filter in and slide off the walls and the ceiling. In fact the song was coming from a transistor radio that had seen better days and was in the same room. On the bed was a young girl who was a teenager but who could have easily passed for a woman in her middle to late twenties. Yes the makeup made her look older, much older, especially those deep red glossed lips. But so to did the fact that those full, smooth lips were wrapped around the shaft of a thick, solid cock. She had devoured the massive, bulbous cock head and was teasing the vein ridden thickness of the shaft with her lips. She looked older because she was feeding on this cock in this way, but also because of the way she did it. She didn't look inexperienced. Or she didn't look in any way like she didn't want to be there. She had long, bambi-like legs that were sheathed in the most shear of stockings but there was no garter belt. The stockings were self supporting and they did exactly that. The elasticated tops indented her pale upper thighs as they gripped preventing themselves from sliding down the tapered length of her legs. Those legs extremely long, shaping up to be the legs of legs were splayed quite crudely as though deliberately to expose the smooth hairlessness of the girl's sexuality. That her sexuality had been kept hairless and smooth somehow took back some of that appearance of maturity. Kind of gave back some of her innocence. If she had hair there, it would be red, or as they called it back in the day, 'ginger'. You could tell it would be that colour because of the freckly moles that were speckled along her delicate upper thighs, groin area and then around the slightly swollen flesh of her labia minora. Of course, one would also be able to guess at her pubic hair colour because of the colour of the hair on her head. The girl's hair was a mane of flame redness, or again 'ginger' as they used to call it, and as she sucked noisily on the cock, the hair fell down across one shoulder, covering one breast but leaving the other exposed. That hair a natural red and not the out-of-a-bottle type common with some young girls. The breasts gave another false positive reading of any conclusions of age. Although still developing, the breasts were ample, with some weight to them and tipped with a huge round speckled and dark areola and button like nipples that seemed to be perked even if they at that particular time weren't receiving any attention. Those breasts, delicious in shape and texture could have with ease belonged to a woman much older. The girl was supporting herself on one elbow and was sucking the cock 'casually'. Even though it was a casual wet sucking that she was treating this particular cock to, it was a complete and competent suck. That is, the casualness did not in any way detract the girl from what she was doing. One might suspect that she was making it look easier, or more pleasant, or more enjoyable for her than it actually was. It looked like she had positioned herself on the bed and was there for the long haul. For the long job. It looked like she had settled in for one long, extended, drool inducing session. Every so often the guy, who was a LOT older than her would rake one handful of fingers through her mane of hair. Usually it was times at about the point when her lips were compressed behind the ridge of his bell-end and her tongue was swiping over the exposed glans around his pee hole. It seemed to be that whenever she did that, he let out a particularly wet, obscene grunting noise and then up would come that one hand. He didn't pull her hair, or anything like it. In fact it looked almost tender, the way that he did that. It was just the vision of this older man with this younger girl made it appear 'brutal' in some way. The noises that her mouth made did not help deter this appearance. Although it was her ever eager mouth sucking that cock for all it was worth it was like that obscene noise, or vision was not her fault. It was like it was all 'his' fault. It was all his fault that her delicious, smooth lips were sliding up and down his cock. His big sausage like fingers erupting from the flame of red hair every so often to take another twist, another grip. Whenever he felt the compression of those lips under the ridge of his bell, one could only assume that her tongue was swirling and pressing and teasing the most sensitive of a man's areas. It was like she knew what to do and how to do it. Not just that she knew what and how, but how to do it with best effect. It was like the scene was in monochrome - a black and white vision of days gone by. Seedy, sleazy days gone by. The room was in a flat, a dingy flat somewhere and somehow the words to that song that seemed to go on and on forever, didn't help. They seemed to paint that picture of yesteryear with more clarity and with more even more starkness than the scene itself.

 

"Move a step closer you know that I want you

I can tell by your eyes that you want me too

Just a question of time I knew we'd be together

And that you'd be mine I want you here forever."

 

Occasionally through the sucking of his cock, the guy would let out a raspy, cigarette stained grunt and he would just wrap the red hair around his fingers a little more tightly. Not to pull, but just to guide the head of the girl up and down, up and down. Make sure she took his cock deep-throat and make sure that she did it properly. Even absorbing that, she managed to do on a casual basis. It was like she expected him to treat her like that. Even like she wanted him to do that. To treat her like that and in that way. Like maybe, even a hint that she was getting off on that. Her mouth seemed to big for her face for the simple reason that she absorbed that cock too easily. It seemed ludicrous that a cock that big could just slide into the girls mouth, into her face and then that she could take so much of it down into her throat. Her face was pale under an even paler foundation and the red lips were a stark contrast. But her face seemed to be dwarfed by the hugeness of this guy's cock and the way the testicles slapped under her chin as he began to fuck her face. And yet at the same time, it seemed to be that her mouth just existed for the sucking of cock, the lips outlined and plumped for that very reason. And basically that is what he began to do eventually, fuck her face. In the beginning she was doing all of the work. She was teasing him to his fullest of erection, even using the tip of her tongue to scoop up the little dribbles of pre-cum as she worked her mouth around his manhood. In the beginning it was her controlling it. It was her doing what she had to do, knowing what she had to do to make that cock stand up thick, hard and proud. It was even her doing all the work when eventually she sank her wide open mouth over that bell end and took the first deep-throat action. She had a way of constricting her throat and working the bell-end as it appeared to try to ease itself out of the warm wetness of her mouth. At the same time her lips constricting around the brutal looking shaft. The veins of that cock shaft standing prominent and visibly pumping the blood around the hugeness of his member. Her free hand then sliding under his balls, and her nails very lightly, very gently scraping his scrotum sack as he arched more of his cock into her mouth. It was like she wanted him to slide as much of that man meat into her mouth as possible. Her fingers raking through his pubic and sack hair looked simply and plainly obscene. Young slender fingers down amongst all that dirty older-male sexuality. And yet under all that makeup and that casual experience she looked too young to be giving such mature pleasure to such an older man in such an expert manner and way. The longer one looked at this scene the more one came to the conclusion that she was acting the part in the way required. Like this was the way she had to look. Or needed to look. This was the way she had to sound. Or needed to sound. At least one minute one might come to that conclusion, the next minute something entirely different would ping into one's head. It was like it was supposed to be like that. Confusing and challenging to the onlooker. It was like that a single, simple conclusion was not meant to be reached at all. Other than none of the blame for this scenario could be in any way laid at this young girl who was simply, sucking a cock because that it was she did. Whether she had to, or needed to, or was being coerced to do, could not be determined. Not initially.

 

"Do you hear what I'm saying gotta say how I fee

I can't believe you're here but I know that you're real

I know what I want and baby it's you

I can't deny my feelings because they are true."

 

The whole scene somehow seemed surreal and yet with undertones to it. Not pleasant undertones but dirty ones. Not nice vibes but mucky vibes. The way her legs were splayed. Open wide and with not a hint of shame for someone so young. One stockinged knee slightly raised which added to the sleaze factor and then and yet more than that. The sucking progressing and the guy's other hand wandering between those remarkable legs. Just gently finger walking up the thighs, like he was doing a baby walk with his fingers up her thighs and towards the hairless, slick lips of her sexuality. As though he was playing some sort of game or reciting some kind of nursery rhyme inside his own head as his fingers made their way to the epicentre of her developing femininity. Once there then the finger just gently stroking those lips. Top to bottom. Then back up and then down again. First one then the other and then the same finger stroking down the centre of the two lips just making them peel apart slightly so that he could slide the pad of his finger inside her. When he did that she made a noise with her mouth. Even with that lipsticked mouth she managed to expel some kind of sound of 'glee' that this older man was stroking her cunt. There was a slight sigh out, through flared nostrils and her lips stretching, opening peeling for a second off the shaft of cock and then sealing back as she wetly swallowed that sound of glee and carried on sucking the cock. It was as though she was making the noises he wanted to hear. Stroking her hairless smooth labia and then collecting her own leaking juices and using them to delve deeper inside of her. Somehow and for some reason one did not want to lay the collective blame of obscenity on this girl. She kind of had that affect. Somehow she was a 'sweet girl' who was caught up in this obscenity. Somehow the scene was giving off a surreal thing. The guy sliding one finger deeper inside of her and then introducing another. Sliding that inside her and working with the other one. Those fingers curling inside her then sliding deeper again her wetness dribbling over his fingers, over his knuckles. Her sex, dribbling with her own produce and yet, although it was dirty it was not her fault. None of it seemed to be her fault. Like it couldn't possibly be her fault. She was too sweet for that. The slick wetness as his fingers gently worked in and out of her becoming like a steady dribble and drip. As his fingers worked inside her, his thumb found and then pressed onto her clitoris. Firstly circling the clit and then gently pressing around the base of the hood to coax the clit right out. Once out, guiding the hood down to the base so it was held there by its own tightness. With the clit trapped in the open air the guy simply worked his thumb around it and then brushed his thumb pad over the tip of it making the girl suck in air through flared nostrils. At that time just the slightest little higher raise of nylon sheathed knee and a lowering as the young sweet girl absorbed the pleasure that she was being given. It could have been an act, for the older man. It didn't look like an act though. It was like she was learning and enjoying learning.

 

"Dreams can come true

Look at me babe I'm with you

You know you gotta have hope

You know you gotta be strong."