Teaching Tammy, part 3

The darkest of the trilogy. Consider yourself warned.

As a child, growing up with an abusive, neglectful mother and having been fondled by my uncle before I was even old enough to remember, I had The Mark on me. Anyone who spent a little time with me knew that I was vulnerable and needy. And after being caught with my pants around my ankles with the neighbor girl, I had even more motivation to go along with my neighbor’s naughty games. Hank and Mildred were a couple in their sixties that lived down the street. I rode my bike to their house during the summer that I was seven and what started as Mildred feeding me cookies turned into Hank feeding me his cum, while Mildred helped bend my young body into whatever position pleased Hank the most.

Hank’s cock was as big as my forearm. He was horny and aggressive, and often found his pleasure in my discomfort. At the moments when I yelped in pain, his labored breathing would catch, his dirty talk would speed up, and then he would unload his heavy balls down my throat or on my milky skin. Mildred seemed to get a great deal of satisfaction in helping Hank indulge his needs, and there seemed to be no end to their depravity.

I could never decide whether I enjoyed the games that Hank and Mildred played or not. I felt scared a good deal of the time, but I was more scared that they would start to ignore me if I didn’t go along. I did know that when Hank touched my tender young clit, electricity and warmth would spread through my body. I kept going back, knowing full well that it was wrong. Hank often hurt me when he was getting off, but even that didn’t stop me from returning. The last time I saw Hank and Mildred, Hank told me that no matter what happened after that visit, I would always be his baby girl.

It was nearing the end of the summer and I had been holed up in my house all day long. I knew that when my mom came home from work, I would be free to go find a friend to play with, but instead, I hopped right on my bike toward Hank and Mildred’s house. My stomach churned. My legs were like jelly the as I first passed their home, then circled back a few driveways down. My mouth was dry and my palms were slick. They were not out on the porch like they often were at this time of the evening. I started to get scared that they didn’t want me to come back again. I had done everything they had wanted me to do. I was now able to get more than 3″ of Hanks cock into my mouth, and I was learning how to use my hands to stroke him until he held my face over his dick and spurted on me when he came. I had even learned how to bend over and hump my ass on Hanks rod, while his huge hands squeezed my cheeks until there were finger sized bruises and he aimed his jizz at my tiny brown hole. Still, I was worried that I had stopped being fun enough to play with, and the knot in the stomach turned from nerves to dread. A lump formed in my throat as I imagined that one more adult decided that I wasn’t worth their time.

The third time I passed their house, I saw a figure come out the front door. A loud whistle caught my attention and Hank motioned me over. I hopped off my bike, and my legs could barely hold me up as I walked it up the sidewalk to the porch stairs. What had started out as unfounded excitement had turned to dread, and now I felt immense relief, coupled with fear. School would be starting soon and I heard my mom talking about moving closer to her job. In a new neighborhood, I’d have to make new friends. I knew that meant not having to play sex games with Hank anymore, and even though I was glad, because the games really hurt, I was also sad, because Hank and Mildred both would tell me what a good little girl I was when they were done with me. And nothing in the world felt better than to be told what a good little girl I was.

I reached the top of the stairs to find Mildred seated in the swing bench. She rocked back and forth slightly. She looked at me with a smile that I had never seen before. It was some combination of a smirk and pity, though I wouldn’t know until later why she might feel that way. Hank towered over me. He led me by the shoulder over to where Mildred sat. She took both my hands in hers, and said, “Tammy baby. You are so sweet, and we really love it when you come over. You are Hank’s favorite playmate, did you know that?” I shook my head no, but I smiled shyly and looked up at Hank, glowing at the praise. “Baby girl, Hank loves to play with you so much that he has decided to give you something he usually saves for his older playmates.