The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  “You should do it, Melissa,” said Susan one Saturday as we sunned ourselves naked in the yard. “Let him knock you up.”

  “So should you,” said Melissa.

  Susan snorted. “I can barely take care of myself.”

  “Wouldn’t you like a little baby? You’d be a great mom. I know you would.” “Like hell. I’d drop the kid on his head the first day. And the whole childbirth thing? Doesn’t it squick you out? It’s gross! It’s okay for your cavernous twat to get all stretched out, but our guy likes my tight pussy.”

  Melissa gasped. “God, you’re filthy. I’ve never heard any complaints from him. And I’m pretty sure he’s spent a lot more time in me than in you.” She stuck out her tongue.

  “Ladies,” I said, “once again, I’m right here, you know. If that’s a concern, Susan, I hear they can stitch you up afterward. Make you tighter than a nun’s ass.” Both girls said, “Ewww,” and slapped me.

  ~~~~

  Melissa kept talking about kids throughout the summer.

  “I know,” she said one day, “We’ll go camping to the same place. You can fuck me just like before, only we’ll time it so I’m at peak fertility. Wouldn’t that be romantic?”

  At first, I wasn’t sure that we were ready, but Melissa convinced me. She stopped her birth control, and we began planning the trip.

  A few days later, Susan asked me to sleep just with her, in her room. She was clingy that night, wrapping herself around me, urging me to go deep and take her hard.

  Afterwards, she said, “I’m going to lose you two.”

  I was surprised. “How can you lose us? We’re family.”

  “You, Melissa and a baby will be family. I’ll be a fifth wheel.”

  “Susan, what’s wrong? I thought you were happy about our plans.”

  “I am. I’m happy for Melissa. I’m happy for you. But it doesn’t leave any place for me.”

  “Your place is here. We love you. I love you. You know that. We’re together. All of us. The only thing that would change is how little sleep we’ll get with a baby around.”

  Susan burrowed her head against me and said nothing.

  ~~~~

  Melissa and I were installing a new kitchen faucet by ourselves when she said, “We never asked Susan to come camping with us, you know.”

  I snorted. “We never asked because neither of us could imagine Susan camping. She’s a city girl.”

  “We’re city people too, and we did it. You’ve gone backwoods camping several times.” “Yeah, but Susan gets grumpy if she doesn’t have immediate access to a chai latte or high heels.”

  “C’mon. She likes it out here in the country. I think she’s feeling left out. We should at least ask.”

  We did. To my surprise, Susan agreed. She even seemed excited. She started pestering us with questions: "how long was the hike? How did you go to the bathroom? Was the WiFi free...”

  “Are you really sure you want to come?” I asked. “I can be just as tough as Melissa, you know. And if you’re determined to turn our poor sweet Melissa into an unwed mother, she’ll need me to hold her hand while you do it. Or hold her down if she gets cold feet.”

  ~~~~

  The summer heat hit us as we emerged from the cool shade of the forest. I spread my arms and said, “Behold.”

  Susan and Melissa looked around at the camping area and out at the little lake. “This is so beautiful!” exclaimed Susan.

  “And all just for us.”

  The girls set their backpacks on the ground and groaned with relief. “Oh, it’s good to get that off,” said Susan. “You guys call this fun?” She wiped sweat from her face and neck.

  I set my pack down too. “Yeah. Modern packs are comfortable, but it’s still a lot to carry.”

  “Good thing you two were carrying most of it. I thought I’d die back there on the trail.”

  “Time to cool off,” said Melissa, pulling off her clothes. “Let’s go swim.”

  We stripped and ran into the little lake. “Oh my God,” said Susan as she swam on her back, her large breasts breaking the surface. “This is wonderful.” “I can’t believe it’s been two years since we were here,” said Melissa, also floating on her back. Her modest breasts barely poked from the water.

  We floated and swam, confident no one would disturb us. Though the lake had two campsites, we had reserved the other one to make sure we would be alone on the long weekend.

  When we had cooled down, we toweled each other off on the shore.

  Susan squeezed the water from her long blonde hair then ran her fingers through it to slick back over her head. Her upraised arms and arching back lifting her breasts to the sun was a breathtaking sight.

  We got to work setting up camp.

  “You guys have to tell me what to do,” said Susan, “and don’t make fun of me. You know I’ve never camped before.”

  Melissa and I instructed Susan in gathering fallen branches for firewood and how to fill the filter bag for clean water, then we all set up our new three-person tent.

  Susan peered in the tent doorway she said, “Three-person tent, huh? Were those people gnomes?”

  “We’re used to snuggling,” said Melissa. “It’ll be fine.”

  We all crawled inside to lay on the camping mats, the girls on either side of me.

  “See?” I said. “It’s a palace. Lots of room, as long as we spoon.” I rolled Melissa onto her side and nestled behind her. “Mmm. After that hike, I could use a nap.”

  “Oh no you don’t,” she said, squirming away. “I know what kind of ‘nap’ you have in mind. We still have things to set up.”

  Melissa crawled out of the tent and pulled me with her. Susan reluctantly emerged as well.

  “Okay,” I said, “we’ll play later. Someone needs to string up a clothesline, and we need to get a line into a tree to hang our packs.” “Why?” asked Susan. “Animals,” said Melissa. “You hang the packs and anything else that smells in a tree away from the camp. So raccoons and bears don’t rip them open at night or follow the scent to our camp.”

  Susan furrowed her brow. “You never said anything about bears.”

  “There are only black bears around here. They’re no big deal.”

  “I don’t care if they’re teddy bears. A bear is a bear.”

  “Sort of. Black bears aren’t that aggressive, as long as cubs aren’t around, anyway. You can usually scare them away. And I have bear spray just in case.”

  Susan wrapped her arms around herself. “You guys call this fun? Let’s just go home. We have trees there. And no bears.”

  “And you always say you’re the adventurous one,” I teased.

  “Yeah, for parties. Not for getting eaten by wildlife.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ve camped here many times. Never seen anything but deer and raccoons.”

  We gave Susan rope to string up as a clothesline while Melissa and I found the tree we had used on our first camping trip and got it ready to hoist our packs later that evening.

  When we returned to camp, Susan had hung up our one mutual towel on the line.

  I said, “Everything is all set.” I looked at Melissa suggestively. “Now we can take that nap.”

  Melissa said, “It’s too hot. Even hotter in the tent. Besides, I’m not horny.”

  I sighed. “Susan?”

  “What?” she said. “No way. It’s too hot.”

  “You’re not horny either?”

  “Nope,” said Susan, putting her hands behind her and rocking back on her heels. She had a little smile. “Well, I am,” I said, “and as Alpha male, I demand to mate with my harem.”

  The girls scoffed.

  “Listen to him,” said Susan. “He thinks he’s in charge.”

  I spread my arms and stepped towards Melissa with exaggerated stalking movements.

  She laughed, backing away. “Keep away, ‘Alpha male.’”

  Trying not to laugh, I growled, “The first girl I catch, I fuck,” then l
unged at Melissa.

  She yelped and ran. I turned to Susan. With a big smile, she bolted in the other direction. I chased the girls, laughing and screaming. Melissa was the slowest, but she was agile. Each time I nearly caught her, she weaved and feinted away. After a few more times, she plunged into the water and swam to the middle.

  “No fair!” I yelled. Melissa was a powerful swimmer... there was no way I would catch her in the lake.

  I turned back to Susan. I herded her to the edge of the campsite where thorny bushes and a large tree blocked her way. I spread my arms as I approached, ready to catch her if she bolted.

  Susan stood with her back against the tree, looking left and right. “Stay away, you beast,” she laughed.

  “You’re mine now,” I growled dramatically and edged closer.

  By now, I was getting erect. Susan’s eyes widened when she saw it.

  “You think I’m your bitch to mount whenever you feel like it?” she said.

  I said. I closed the gap and pinned her to the tree, holding her wrists with one hand. “Uh-huh. And I feel like it now.”

  Susan just grinned as I forced her legs apart and started rubbing myself along her slit. She was already wet. I started sliding back and forth, becoming slick from her wetness. “Beast,” she breathed, but she pushed back at me. I released her wrists and put my arms under her bum, lifting her up against the tree and forcing her legs around me. I positioned myself and pushed. Susan inhaled sharply, eyes widening I penetrated her. She held onto the tree behind her as I started fucking her against it. Soon she wrapped her legs and arms tight around me and pulled me into a deep kiss.

  I rutted deep into her grasping tunnel with no thought of prolonging our mating or getting her off. I was consumed with a primal need to fuck this beautiful woman until I filled her.

  It didn’t take long. A few final thrusts and I grunted, jetting hard into her. Susan clung and panted, accepting my seed. Eventually, my heart slowed and I lowered her legs. I kept myself inside her as we kissed and embraced. When I finally softened and slipped from her, I pulled Susan away from the tree and turned her around to brush bits of bark from her back.

  Susan looked back. “Animal,” she said.

  “You bring it out in me,” I grinned. “You okay?”

  “I’ve just been fucked by my Alpha male. How could I not be okay?” She forced a smile, then it trailed away into an odd, unreadable expression.

  Melissa was drying off when we got back to the tent.

  “No fair going in the water,” I said. “You know you’re a better swimmer.”

  “I wasn’t going to let you fuck ME against some tree. When we do it, I want it long and slow.”

  “Suits me,” I said. “I think I’m ready for an actual nap now.”

  The three of us crawled back into the tent. It was still hot, but we snoozed for an hour, entwined in a heap.

  Daylight was fading when we woke. While Susan and I washed up in the lake, Melissa started a fire. We ate dinner naked, warmed by the fire, watching the sunset and stars slowly emerge. “Oh,” said Melissa, “I forgot.” She fetched a small carton from her pack and handed it to Susan.

  “Instant Chai Tea Latte Mix,” read Susan. “Gee, guys... you shouldn’t have.” We laughed and Melissa sat back down beside me, resting her head on my shoulder as she watched the fire and absently played with my dick. When I started getting hard, she glanced at me with a wry smile and lowered her head to take me in her mouth. After a few minutes, she stretched out by the fire and guided my head down between her legs. I licked her gently for a long while as she lay in the firelight. I concentrated my efforts and soon brought her to orgasm as she moaned and pushed my face into her.

  I slid up Melissa’s body, ready to enter her, but she pushed back on my chest.

  “Wait.”

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, searching her eyes.

  “I... I don’t know about this.”

  I rolled off and held her. “This is what we planned.”

  “I know. But... all my life I was told to stay away from guys. Getting pregnant was the worst thing that could ever happen. And now...”

  “...and now you’re all grown up. You’re a woman, not a girl. Your family isn’t here to brand you a slut. You decide what’s right.”

  “My head knows that,” said Melissa. “But inside...”

  I was afraid this might happen. We had planned this trip for months, but it was a big step for Melissa. The final step, in her mind, that would separate her from her past: getting pregnant out of wedlock.

  We timed the trip so she would be unprotected and at her most fertile. She was more vulnerable to impregnation than the first time we had coupled at the same campsite. Back then, I had taken my new girlfriend Melissa backwoods camping for the first time. She was determined to shed the demons of guilt and shame from her strict upbringing. Just being alone with a guy was a big step, let alone camping in the wilderness with one. But the beauty of the surroundings and the sense of freedom led to our first experiments with nudity, followed by us fucking without protection later on.

  It was stupid, but fortunately, Melissa did not get pregnant. That weekend, Melissa started discovering her inner strength and started living free, acting as she judged best, no longer following the repressive, misogynist edicts of her parents.

  As we lay together by the fire, I let Melissa wrestle with the last remnants of those feelings of guilt and shame.

  Finally, she urged me on top of her.

  She said, “I’m through being scared.” She spread her legs. “Do it,” she smiled. “Fuck me. Knock me up. Make love to me for real.”

  Our coupling was tender, both understanding it wasn’t just to satisfy our lust. There would be lifechanging consequences for all of us. We hoped.

  When I approached the point of no return, I looked into Melissa’s eyes.

  “Last chance,” I panted.

  Melissa’s eyes were bright. “Let go,” she whispered. “Make me yours forever.” I pushed in deep and with two more strokes emptied all I had into my love’s fertile body. She groaned and arched her back as she felt me inseminate her. It signaled victory over her last taboo. She was finally free of her demons.

  From the other side of the fire, Susan watched excitedly as I hopefully impregnated her best friend.

  “Way to go, Melissa,” she said.

  As we lay together recovering, Melissa said, “You were supposed to fuck me first this weekend, you know.”

  “I know. But you ran into the lake. What’s a horny guy to do? And how can I deprive poor Susan?”

  Melissa just shook her head. “How about this,” I said, “this weekend I fuck you the most.”

  “I guess that’s okay, as long every time is like what we just did.”

  The three of us sat around the fire, joking and chatting until the air grew chilly. Then we secured the campsite for the night and crawled into the tent.

  ~~~~

  Sometime that night, Susan woke me in her usual way: stroking me to hardness. The remains of the campfire cast flickering light through the tent wall. Melissa was snoring gently, her back to us.

  “I can’t sleep,” Susan whispered. “I keep thinking I hear bears.”

  “Well, if one comes around, I’ll go out and beat him up. I have quite a reputation in these woods, you know.”

  She chuckled. “Oh, yes. Please protect me, Mr. Man!”

  I said, “Seriously, they’re really more scared of us. Especially me.” I grinned.

  “You ass.” She felt my hard dick. “Ready for more?”

  “I’m always ready for you, Susan.” I gently rolled on top of her and poked my hardness between her legs. She must have been playing with herself... she was already wet.

  Susan sighed happily as I slid into her. No matter how many times I fucked that wonderful woman I marveled at her wet tightness and how different she felt from Melissa.

  Susan breathed in excitement, tilting her hips, driving me deeper.


  We said nothing more as we fucked in dim light. Then I remembered she hadn’t come last time, so I pulled out and started sliding down her body, eager to lick her to an orgasm or three.

  “No,” she breathed, urging me back up. “Not now. Just fuck me.” “I want to make you come.” “Later. Just fuck me. Come on, Mr. Man... breed me like you bred Melissa. Knock me up. Make me yours too.”

  That was odd. Susan had never played that game before. She knew the idea excited me, but pregnancy horrified her. She never even teased about me impregnating her. I slid up and she sighed as I pushed back into her. Susan lay there, passively letting me take her, then slowly she started to respond, pushing back and moaning. She was snug as always, but it felt like she grasped my dick even more, and she was so warm.

  It was so stimulating I reached my peak much sooner than usual I almost collapsed on her as my muscles weakened when I came. Susan just lay there, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling of the tent as I inseminated her for the second time that day.

  After a few moments, Susan gently pushed me off. Instead of cuddling up against me, she stayed on her back with knees raised. Melissa, however, snuggled against my other side. She said nothing, just pecked my cheek and reached down to feel me, still slick from Susan. Just like that first time, Melissa had been listening silently while I fucked her best friend, enjoying every minute.

  ~~~~ After three nights camping with my two women, playing, swimming and making love, I was exhausted. But the trip was successful: two weeks later, Melissa was pregnant. The three of us celebrated and started planning.

  Four weeks after the trip, Susan rushed to the bathroom one morning and threw up.

  Melissa went to see what was wrong. She returned a long time later, pulling Susan behind her. She was holding a pregnancy test wand.

  Melissa said, “So... you know how I always told Susan that our baby could use a friend?”

  I sat up. “Oh, no.”

  Melissa nodded, eyes wide. I got up to hug them. Susan avoided my eyes.

  “How did this happen?” I said. “How far along are you?”

  Melissa said, “Apparently, the same as me.”