Agnes Amour - Daughters That Swap

"I’m commmmmmminnnnnng, Sue, baby, ohhhh yeahhhhhh! I’m comminggggg!”

Bob began to spew hotly spurting streams of come into her eagerly sucking cunt in a seemingly never-ending burst, emptying his very being deep up into her warm virginal inner depths* Then as he moaned out his last droplet after what seemed an eternity later, his cock began to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, tenderly, with a soft liquid sound, trailing thin gossamerlike strands of semen along her tautly quivering belly as he rolled over beside her nakedly sweating body and elapsed her close. He kissed her mouth and nose and eyes in gratitude for the unbelievable pleasure she had given him; and Sue, weeping, kissed him again and again for the same reason…

"Oh, little baby, you are something, I mean really something special.”

Sue snuggled to him. "Big Bob, was your real name Bill Jamison?”

He looked at her a long moment before saying, "Why no. My real name is Bob Evans.”

Sue felt as if her heart was pushing out her throat.

The both of them remained silent.

Sue was in a state of shock the rest of the time until she rode into the city with Bob. She had been wrong! He wasn't her father, and she had let him, no, she had made him take her virginity! How could she have been so dumb, she thought. "Oh God!" she cried out softly, causing the big country singer to look over at her.

"You want me to drop you off at the motel, or do you wanna come out to Mike's and goof around?”

"The motel, please.”

When they drove into the parking place in front of the motel room, Big Bob turned the keys off and said, "Honey, listen. I know you're feeling bad about what happened, but heck. You're a sexy-looking baby, and I'm a man who didn't know you and, well… " he kept trying to make apologies to Sue.

"It's all right," she said finally. "I deserved it.”

As she started to get out of the car, Big Bob put a hand on her shoulder.

"Sue. I'm gonna go out of town for awhile to play a couple of good gigs. I, I uh, want to see that you're okay." He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out some bills and shoved them at her. "Take this and get you some things till I get back.”

She stared at him. "Do you think… " she started to say what her anger had wanted her to say, but changed her mind. Why not? Hell, why not? She wouldn't have to depend on anyone if she had enough money to tide her over until she got a job.

She grabbed the money and raced for the doorway. Fumbling, she finally managed to get the door unlocked with the key Billy had given her. Inside she leaned against the door while the tears streamed down her face. Only after she had buried her face in the sheet on the bed, did she realize that she had not heard Bob's car start up and leave. She pulled herself to her feet, wiped her eyes, and sneaked a look out the window. He was still sitting there, his face buried in his arms as he leaned over the steering wheel. She watched him and realized that he was weeping too. Suddenly she felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault! She now realized this truly. She started to go to the door and ask him in, but before she could, he had started the car and was wheeling it out the driveway of the motel entrance.

Sue undressed, showered, then crawled into bed naked, after turning the radio on to a country music station. Sometime before midnight, Billy came in. She feigned sleep and he did not bother her.

When she awoke the next morning, Billy was gone! There was a note for her beside the bed.

"Honey, I’ll be gone all week. Something came up. There's enough money in the nightstand drawer to last you till I get back. Take care. Love, Billy.”

She liked the young guitar picker, but she still had a life of her own to live, and now that she had some money, maybe she would find a job in the business.

That day Sue dressed and made the rounds again. No one wanted to give her anything, but she was propositioned ten times.

Just before dark she stopped in at Shoney's for a hamburger. The place was crowded, but a youngish-looking man, probably middle-aged, but still holding a mod look with youthful eyes, the same kind of man her father would be! she knew, offered to let her share his booth.

As they ate, she found out he was a writer and worked for Green Grass Publishers. Sue knew the label. He named off some of the songs he'd written, and Sue recognized a few of them. She couldn't get over it. Seems that since she had run in to Billy she was finally beginning to meet people in the business.

Sue told him she stayed with Billy and that she had spent the afternoon with Big Bob.

"Big Bob! Why that no-good son of a gun… I haven't seen him for six-seven months. How is he?”

"He's… " she felt herself flush. "He's okay, I guess.”

"He is a rounder, that man. I wish I had half the success he had with women. Man, they flock around him.”

Now Sue really turned red.

"Oh," the man said, and then as if to change the subject he said, "Hey I never did introduce myself. I'm Sean Baul.”

Sue made herself look him into the eyes, "Sue Belle Jamison." She smiled too.

"Now that's a country music name if I ever heard one.”

"It sure ain't brought me any success… yet," she added.

"Oh, what do you do?”

"I sing.”

"I’d like to hear you.”

"Well," suddenly making up her mind, "Billy Earless out of town. But there is a guitar he left behind. Want to come out to his motel and hear me?”

"Why not go to my place? It's closer and I have a piano and a guitar. Maybe I can do something with you.”

Sue studied his words for a double meaning. Really, though, he wasn't bad. If he was a couple years older he could be her father, but then, too, her father would certainly keep himself young looking.

"Did you ever play, I mean, perform before you started writing?”

"Sure did. About ten years of starving before I decided writing was my gig.”

At his downtown apartment, Sue sang for him.

"Not too bad," he said, not showing a lot of enthusiasm. At first Sue felt hurt, then she realized that he was being honest with her, and she had to admit to herself that this was what she wanted.

"You need a lot of coaching, but you do have a natural voice. Who taught you to pick that way?”

"My Mom. Dad, I never got to know him well, so Mom taught me a few runs and things, then I picked the rest up on my own.”

He promised he would coach her some, if she wanted him to.

Later, he took her to her motel and dropped her off. "I'll come by tomorrow and give you your first lesson.”

"Fantastic!" she cried, her excitement showing.

That night she could hardly sleep. She was on her way! Hell, she knew she'd have to sleep with a lot of men, sleep hell, she suddenly giggled. "Fuck a lot of men," she said aloud. She knew that as a girl with her youth and her looks she could get men to do anything for her. But, she knew too, she had to learn to please them. Maybe Sean could teach her a few things about sex, too.

Back in the motel the next morning, she didn't let the maid in to clean. She wanted to do it. She straightened up the bed, then walked back into the small sitting room and dusted the table and smoothed the cushions on the couch. She kept herself busy until Sean drove up in his old Ford.

When he was inside Sue could hardly keep herself from hugging him. She wanted him to teach her so much!

He made her do a lot of voice exercises to strengthen her voice, then had her to sing a few more numbers for him. "Can you read?”

"Nope.”

"No matter. Half the performers around can't either. I'll just have to sing the songs for you and let you memorize them.”

"What songs?”

"The ones I'm going to write for you.”

"Oh, Sean," Sue said, hugging him.