Life had gotten that little bit harder following Katniss's departure. Prim often lay cold in her bed at night and the house simply wasn't the same. Nothing she could do seemed to break her mother out of the rut in which she was currently existing.
Silence often clung to the small little shack and everywhere Prim looked she was reminded of her sister, of who she had lost. Well, not lost yet. The fleeting glimpses she saw of her on the Capitol TV stations, the pictures of her that danced across the large screens in the central square, they were brief flickers of happiness in Prim's otherwise menial and boring life. School was tedious, with most of the lessons taking away time in which Prim could be helping her mother. Gale brought as much food as he can, but it was mostly meagre samplings of meat and a couple berries that they could scrape together each week. They made do with the scraps that they got from Katniss having her name in the draw so many times, but they were hollow comfort. Most of the time, they were choked down amidst silence and forgotten about.
And there was nothing that Prim could seemingly do. She couldn't hunt, fish or gather. She could sew, but that was useless for most people as almost everyone could do. She would wander the streets of Twelve trying to scrape some money together, but ultimately finding nothing. There was no work for someone her age and most of the money was to be made down the mines. That was until Prim managed to wander into the Hob. Things were different there and Prim could tell it. Seedy merchants peddling contraband, less than savoury characters lurking in the shadows. Prim ran away the first time she went there but kept finding herself brought back by the desire to see more. It was strange such a place, but she found herself wanting to explore it and it's narrow corridors and cramped little ways. And it was there that she was able to find a way to scrape some money together.
She rounded the corner one day and was shown 'Madame Marie' the local brothel and whorehouse. It was a small cramped place, with only a single room and multiple small, tattered mattresses slung on the ground. There were half a dozen women in states of undress loitering outside, batting their eyelids at anyone who would pass, trying to swindle someone to come in and give them a good seeing to; all for a nominal fee.
Upon seeing them and smelling the stench of sex on the air, Prim was reminded of Katniss, reminded of her sister. Prim found herself sneaking down to the brothel whenever she got some time to herself, finding a small nook nearby and peering through the door, watching the prostitutes bouncing up and down on men's dicks, taking cocks every day from strangers and completely random people. Never the same person. It was all the same, they'd ride her until they came, and she tuck away the coins they handed her brassiere, wiping herself clean and re-joining her ladies outside, all attempting to ensnare another customer. Prim would even watch them once they had closed, counting out their coins and satiating themselves on a meat-filled stew and potatoes. They were well off, all because they were using themselves to make money. Something that Prim felt she was quite able to do. Well, that was until she learnt that societal taboos of fucking someone her age. No one would openly walk into a brothel and bend the twelve-year-old over, knowing full well that the Peace-Keepers would have them hung the next day. It was a risk no one would take, despite wholeheartedly wanting to. Prim was rather cute after all.
And so Prim was forced to return home, horny and aroused, with no means of getting the satisfaction and money she needed. She was able to cum however, though it only satiated her body and not the erotic lust that she had built up over so long with Katniss. Alone in the bedroom, she'd get a stool out from beneath the table and set it down. Stripping naked, she let the cool air of the room wash over her young creamy skin, bringing goosebumps to her supple, pliable body. Biting her lip at the sensations that flooded her body, the tingling that was brought to her nipples, Prim would the sneak over to the bed and pull out from under it a small box. Making sure her mother didn't know anything about it, she'd pull it out and open it, revealing the thick, wooden strap-on that Katniss had bought for them. Holding it in her hands, she felt like Katniss was at home. She felt like her sister was back, wearing and sporting the delicious cock, ready to bend her over and pump it deep into her young, clutching arse. Katniss: the only person in Twelve who would have sex with her. And now she was gone. Maybe for good. She tried to ignore thoughts like that, but it got difficult most days. Most lonely nights.
However, with the strap-on in hand, she sit on the edge of her bed, mesmerised in the fantasy that Katniss was back, back in her arms and ready to claim her once more as she had done on the day she left. Lifting the immaculate head to her lips, she pushed her mouth down and along the shaft, swallowing the entire thing in one gulp.
In her time at home, she had grown lonely and thus practiced, intending to wow Katniss when she returned home, making the older brunette proud of her sister's abilities. Holding it in her throat, she collected as much saliva as she could, making sure to swill it around the wooden length, working it to a slick and gleaming finish. Plucking her lips from the tip, she leant in and gave it a kiss, knowing full well that Katniss would giggle at that. Using her hand, she smeared the substance up and down the cock, lubing it to a slick and glossy shimmer, all before marching over to the stool in the centre of the room. Dribbling some saliva into her fingers, she reached between her pert, young little cheeks and massaged her entrance, working it until it was ready for a fucking. She had grown quite accustomed to taking it in the ass, just like Katniss.
Setting the strapon down on the stool, Prim angled it in such a way so that it stood proudly up, pointing to the roof as if Katniss was sitting there wearing it.
Hovering above it, Prim closed her eyes, picturing Katniss sitting beneath her, holding her wooden cock up and preparing to fuck her nice and hard, something that she wanted more than anything right now. Easing down, she nestled the tip up against her asshole, wriggling it into place before biting her lip. Slowly, she pushed downwards, sliding her asshole over the bulbous head and easily taking the thick massive cock into her tight, prepubescent arse. It was delicious to feel it pushed inside her, settling in her bum. She steadily pushed downwards until she was sat firmly on the stool, her ass meeting Katniss's imaginary hips, the entire cock thrust inside her, sending spasms of pleasure throughout her entire body, her nipples hardened, her pussy throbbing, her clit pulsating with sheer boundless creases of pleasure. It was unbelievable how much pleasure Prim got from a good anal fuck, something that she shared with her dear sister and the thing that would aid her most in the games. Prim often wondered if she should have gone instead of Katniss. There would have been a certain allure to her young horny nature that could have taken her far, but she couldn't deny the pure sexual promiscuity that Katniss had displayed in her interviews. She was not herself, but she was definitely doing something right.
There was talk amongst the District that Twelve might actually win this year and all because her and her sheer appetite. That mentality was certainly comforting, though there were those more perverted amongst the District that spoke in hushed whispers that they would have preferred to see Prim out there getting gang-fucked, something that made Prim blush with pride.
With the cock nestled firmly inside herself, she slowly began to lift herself up and down, her hand holding the cock in place so as to not let it slip and break the illusion. Her other hand went to her pussy. Whilst she wasn't exactly well versed in sex, she knew how to get herself off and unwittingly did so in an incredibly attractive manner, so much so that she had acquired an audience after the first few times she had done this. Bouncing up and down, she felt an orgasm claiming her rather quickly. Despite her eagerness, she still couldn't overcome her sensitivity and how quickly her body was wrought with toe-curling, orgasmic pleasure. Still, it made it harder to be caught by her mother, though not that that mattered as she had been caught already. Hammering the cock into her ass again and again, she moaned Katniss's name as she came, spasming in place, furiously rubbing her clit as her orgasm swept her body, rendering her breathless and tired. Lifting up and off of the strapon, Prim quickly came to her senses and washed the cock dutifully before tucking it away.
Dressing for bed, she slipped under the sheets and drifted off, oblivious to the near-silent sounds of slapping flesh as a horny onlooker fingered her own pussy with increased enthusiasm. Prim and Katniss's mom.
She had been made aware of Prim and Katniss's pronounced sexuality during her interview in which Katniss revealed that she had fucked her sister and quite liberally at that. At first, Mrs. Everdeen was disgusted that her daughters would descend to such depravity, even as she herself rubbed her panties at the sight of Katniss writhing through an orgasm on that chair. After that, she had begun to noticed Prim in more ways than one. The tight ill-fitting clothing that showed off her cute little bum and burgeoning breasts. Silently, she would watch as Prim undressed for bed, or even helped the young girl bath or shower, all under the pretext of completely natural motherly instincts. And yet, seeing Prim in even the slightest sexual light made her pussy throb, her panties dampen and her arousal spike. And then, much to her surprise and her infinite delight, Mrs Everdeen stumbled upon her youngest daughter, bouncing up and down on a fake, wooden cock. Fantasies became a reality and their mother melted at the knees.
Knelt by the door, Mrs Everdeen cracked it open just an inch, giving her a perfect rear view of her darling little daughter, bouncing happily up and down on that wooden cock of hers. Countless times she had debated finding that toy and fucking herself with it but deemed it too risky. Instead, she crouched by the door, hiked her skirts up around her waist and forced her panties to one side, threading her fingers through her folds and dipping her digits inside of her tight, clutching pussy. Watching her sweet innocent child rigorously impale her cute little ass on that thick cock made her mother quiver. Her daughters were beautiful, but she had never thought of them this way. But seeing Prim entirely naked, riding a cock could do nothing but fill her mind will all sorts of perverse thoughts. She imagined Katniss sporting that wooden shaft, forcing Prim over the bed and hammering into her eager little ass. The young blonde seemed proficient enough to take a hard fucking and given what she had seen of her other daughter on TV, she was definitely capable of giving her one. Keeping her moans to herself, Mrs Everdeen watched as Prim leant slightly forwards, her cheeks bouncing apart just enough to give her a direct view of her daughter's puckered asshole, stretched snugly around the varnished shaft.
Oblivious the increased pitch of Prim's moans, Mrs Everdeen continued to rub her own folds, wrestling her long unshaven pussy in order to drill a couple digits into her dripping wet pussy. Moaning softly to herself, Mrs Everdeen unwittingly bore witness to her daughter writhing into a delicious orgasm. Slamming her small hips down onto the massive cock, Prim let out a shrill squeak before falling onto the floor behind the stool, arching her back and furiously rubbing her clit. Her mother saw it all; her dripping wet folds, rock-hard nipples, soft orgasm-ridden lips and an ass that begged to be explored. Denying herself the pleasure of joining in, Mrs Everdeen quickly pulled her panties back into place, pinning them up against her pussy and staggering back into the living room. A couple minutes later, Prim stumbled downstairs, the young girl ignoring the fact that she was doused in the musk of sex.
She sat at the table to eat dinner with her mother, the two barely speaking, but the latter hoping her young daughter would leave her so that she could finish that sumptuous orgasm she had building towards so quickly. Perhaps she would finally go and get that magnificent wooden shaft and shove it right up her slick, sloppy pussy, fucking herself mad at the prospect of Katniss wearing it and fucking her. Or perhaps it was more arousing to picture Prim doing so. So, embroiled in her own fantasies, Mrs Everdeen barely noticed when Prim took her leave and decided to go out for the evening, her young and horny mind deciding that tonight was the night she would try and bag herself her first client.
She couldn't simply sit back and watch her family starve whilst her sister battled for her life. She needed to find a way to make some money and she would be damned if this wasn't the easiest and most profitable way. She just needed to find a way to coerce people into being more lenient about her age.
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Prim froze when it came to actually trying to bag herself a client. It was difficult not to. The prostitutes all exuded pure sexuality and she... well, she was a little girl trying to play in the big girl's game. She sat in her small nook at the side of the brothel, watching the usual clients wander in and pick their lady, find a mattress and rut away for a couple minutes. Sighing, she flopped back against the wall, glancing out towards the small alleyway in which her nook was sat. She used a small wooden wall to hide herself inside making herself completely invisible amongst the plumes of fabric that decorated the brothel. Most people walking by would simply assume that the space in which she sat was a part of the building itself. However, sitting there, a thought crossed her mind. No one would be willing to openly have sex with her and she wasn't bold enough to approach people. Desperate for the money, she had a curious idea. What if she didn't have to approach people? And they didn't have to see her face? Grabbing a small piece of jagged metal from beside her, she thrust it through the wooden planks and began to cut herself a round hole, large enough for someone to thrust themselves through. Blowing away the splinters, she peered an eye through, grinning lustfully as she did so. It would work. Damn, it would work!
Peering through her new peephole, she glanced up and down the street, making sure that no one could see her as she did so. Clambering out of the nook, she walked down to the front of the brothel and with big eyes asked for a smudge of chalk or charcoal. Most of the women simply pushed her aside, seeing a teenager as bad for business. The Madame however broke a shard of chalk off one of her sticks and handed it to her. Grinning, she rushed back to her small cubby-hole and once again made sure no one could see her. Drawing an arrow towards the hole she wrote her chosen price. A complete virgin in the sex industry, she had no idea how best to price herself and simply decided that anything was better than nothing. One coin. One coin could by a half portion of bread. With her pricing set, she crawled back into her nook and knelt there patiently, watching passers-by and hoping someone would take interest. Of course, Prim hadn't thought far enough ahead to consider what she was going to do if someone actually paid. She had only ever sucked a wooden replica of a cock and not a real one. What was she supposed to do? These thoughts didn't cross her mind as her heart was still racing, the adrenaline and arousal guiding her. Her hand twitched as she waited, hoping that she could snag at least one coin. One coin and she'd get herself a bit of bread to take home. How she'd explain it to her mother, she'd never know, but it would be something. Besides, her mother was acting strange recently. She doubted she'd even bat an eyelid.
It took a fair while. No one even glanced at the plank of wood with the cylindrical hole sliced through it. An hour past, with Prim only getting through it as she watched various people within the brothel fucking. She had pulled her trousers down and around her ankles, the young girl having gotten used to wearing no panties simply out of preference and partly necessity. Suddenly however, she heard a knock on the wood, with someone standing outside. Startled and frozen in place, she didn't dare move, until the man spoke up, "Is this some sort of gloryhole? New addition to the brothel, eh? Much cheaper than most girls in there. Suppose it's worth a shot. Anyone in there?"
"Erm... Yes... One... One coin... one coin please," Prim stuttered, watching the mystery man's crotch bounce back and forth in front of the hole. She heard in fumbling around in his pocket before withdrawing a coin. Prodding it through the hole, the man let it clatter to the ground, the young blonde lunging at it and cradling it in her palm as if it were the royal jewels. Glancing up, she realised what was to come. Now that he had paid, she had to fulfil her end of the bargain. Her first ever blowjob. The thought made her tingle down below with equal parts excitement and terror. She watched through the hole as the man loosened his slacks, letting them bunch around his thighs. Dropping his boxers, her let a rather sizable cock bounce free. Prim only got fleeting glances of it as it bounced back and forth, the man jerking himself off a couple times before threading his cock through the hole and into Prim's nook.
Gasping as she saw her first ever real cock, right up close, she curbed her astonishment and attempted to act professional, eyeing the thick slab of meat up close. Her hot breath ran along his entire shaft, coaxing a bead of pre-cum from his tip. It was so... girthy. And detailed. The varnished wooden cock lacked any ridges, veins or contours at all. The real thing was far more... interesting. She was robbed of seeing his heavy pair of cum-laden balls as the hole wasn't cut large enough, something she figured she'd have to fix sometime later.
Her first client. Leaning forwards, she tentatively wrapped her small and delicate hands around the base of the man's cock, shuddering as she felt his throbbing shaft in her grasp. The way it pulsated in her hand was enthralling. Slowly, she began to stroke her hand back and forth, gently tugging on his cock, working his foreskin back and forth across his bulbous head, smearing the slick and glossy pre-cum across his purplish head. Nothing could have prepared herself for this, yet she could feel her pussy dripping with each and every stroke. The urge to lean in and give it a lick, even the slightest fleeting graze, was rife within her as she settled on her knees, sitting calmly in front of the heavy cock. It was longer than the strapon and just as thick. Daunting. Taking a deep breath, she leant in close and flicked the tip of her tongue across his bulbous head, eliciting a moan of pleasure from his hoarse lips.
The taste wasn't that bad. In fact, it was quite moreish. Peeling back his foreskin, she laid the flat of her tongue up against his thick head and slowly dragged it across the soft expanse, cleaning away the shine of pre-cum and replacing it with her own saliva. Her hand dropped down to her pussy, gently rubbing it as she licked and lapped at his head, slowly lavishing his throbbing tip, feeling his shaft pulsate and twitch within her grasp.
Pulling back, she decided that she should go all out. Parting her thin, delicate lips, she wrapped them tightly around the head of his cock, hollowing her lips and gently suckling on the head, the man moaning loudly from the other side of the wall.
Her mouth was quite small, but she tried her best, pushing her lips forwards until her cheeks bulged full of cock. She managed about three inches, but quickly began to build up a slow and steady rhythm, bouncing her lips back and forth across his cock, her hand instinctively pumping around the base of his shaft, milking a constant stream of pre-cum onto her tongue, the substance splashing against the back of her throat, flooding her gullet. The man's tip probed the back of her throat, making her gag occasionally, but never causing enough discomfort for her to stop. She never even imagined taking it deeper into her throat, but simply kept slurping back and forth, layering the man's shaft up with saliva, lubricating her hand to make it all the slicker and easier to jerk. His moans and hoarse grunts began to pick up and she felt his cock shuddering in her hand. She didn't know what was happening, her mind completely baffled. Before she knew it, she felt it, a torrent of cum flooding into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, and she spewed the thick load down the man's cock, dribbling it across her dress as she tried to hold some in her mouth. Forced to swallow some, the small girl's petite mouth was constantly surprised as more spurted and sprayed into her, dribbling down her chin. Pulling her lips away from his cock, she was met with a second wind of cum, shooting from his cock and landing across her face, coating her in a thick layer of the substance. Again, and again, his cock twitched, oozing more and more of the substance into her slick hands. Eventually, his cock began to soften, the man pulling back and fastening himself up, "Blimey... Not half bad. Better than most of the toffs in there. All flash and no substance. Suppose if you're running a gloryhole, you gotta be decent, eh? How you get that mouth of yours so tight and small, I'll never know. See you sometime soon... I'll put the word out, eh? Get you some work. If I do that, you oughta remember me, eh? Get me a discount for such a charitable deed, eh? Maybe a quickie every now and again. Free of charge? Think on it sweets, and, uh... Word of advice. One coin blowy is the cheapest lay in the entire world. You'll run yourself ragged at that price..."
"Um... Thanks sir..." Prim spluttered, cum drizzling across her face as she looked down at her cum-drenched mess of a body. She needed to take her clothes of the next time she did this. As that thought crossed her mind, she stopped. She had already decided she was doing this again... Without even thinking... Smirking, she grabbed a nearby rag and began to clean herself up. Eventually, she had to tear a swatch of the side of her dress and wipe herself clean, all before grabbing her single coin and abandoning the small nook for the evening. She wrote the word closed on the wooden plank before etching the time she'd be there tomorrow. After school...
The next day couldn't have come any sooner. She sat through her school lessons, having decided to wear a pair of panties that day and had thus soaked through them by lunch-time from the sheer arousal of what she was going to be doing later. She could barely focus and waited eagerly for the day at school to end. She didn't even bother going home to play with herself as she usual would, fishing out the strap-on to get herself off. Instead, she rushed straight to the Hob, disappearing amidst the many different alley-ways. Slipping into the small alleyway, she tossed her stuff into the nook and moved to clamber inside. However, she quickly changed her mind, grabbing the small shard of chalk and etching into the wood a new price. She was bold. Incredibly bold. Five coins. Rubbing away the word closed, she replaced it with open and ducked into the small nook. There was enough room for her to stand up, meaning that it was easy to strip naked, peeling away her dress, soaked panties and shoes, ultimately sliding down onto her knees in front of the hole, her bum resting on the back of her heels as she waited patiently. She half expected an entire queue to form instantly, but such an honour wasn't reserved for her. Half an hour passed, and she was still sitting there, butt-naked and in need of something to suck on. Eventually, she began to widen the hole, wanting to make it a little easier to push into and to allow other parts of the male anatomy to fit inside, purely for her own amusement and experimentation.
Suddenly, a flurry of coins dropped in through the hole, Prim rushing to catch them and drop the next to her clothing. Swiftly after it, a cock thrust itself through the hole, settling in the groove and waiting to be tended to. It wasn't nearly as nice as the one last night, being a little old and shrivelled. Still, Prim was here to make money and experiment, and for all she knew, the old and grey ones were the best ones. Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, she used her other hand to collect his small, rounded balls. Gently squeezing them as she stroked him back and forth, she elicited some moans of pleasure from the man, pre-cum dripping from his cock. Lunging forwards, she collected the drop with her tongue before it hit the ground, swirling her tongue across his throbbing tip, lavishing it and circling it as best she could. She gauged her pleasurableness on the man's moans and primarily kept to the same movements as last night. Pulling his foreskin back, she wrapped her lips around his cock and enthusiastically swallowed as much as she could, gagging softly as she spluttered a mouthful of saliva down his cock.
Approaching the shaft a lot quicker than yesterday's one, she began to bob her head up and down at some speed, slurping and salivating around the man's surprisingly delicious cock. It tasted like last night's offering, cementing Prim's love for all thing's stiff and rigid, be the old and grey or young and spritely. She could feel her juices dribbling down her thighs, her horny, arousal driven side taking over.
Plucking her lips from his cock, she slid her tongue down and along his shaft, swirling her muscle around his balls, parting her lips and taking one into her mouth.
Drenching it in saliva, she smacked her lips, popping it out of her mouth before breathing sharply in. Moving onto the next one, she continued to jerk him off, his saliva slickened shaft slipping back and forth with ease, her lips managing to stretch around his entire sack, playfully licking and batting his balls back and forth, all the while his moans increased in fervour and intensity, his balls tightening and his cock twitching, the new familiar sensation flooding across her tongue. Still unsure how to deal with it, she simply pointed his cock towards her breasts, deciding that was the most suitable place for it. Out of the way but still coating her. She felt like that was important.
With his cock drained, the man was quick to pull out, leaving Prim to look down at her flat, prepubescent chest and wipe away dribbles of cum. She couldn't wait long, as suddenly a second load of coins was dropped into the small nook, the young girl startled as the hole was once again plugged by a thick and veiny cock, this one black and particularly monstrous in size. It dwarfed her small strapon at home and frankly made Prim quiver somewhat from the other side of the wall. Suddenly, she heard the man say in a gruff voice, "You offer anything more than a blowjob? Willing to pay top dollar to have a tight little pussy on the end of my cock. Would go down to the brothel, but... Well, you pay a load of money to look at quite a frightful sight.
Frankly a plank of wood's a welcome view if anything..."
"Erm... Not yet... Just... Just the sucking thing... Blowjobs... Yeah, just blow... thingamajigs..." Prim said nervously, trying to appear a lot older than she was.
Reaching forward with both her hands, she tried to tighten them around the base of the man's cock but found her grasp to be paltry in comparison. She couldn't stretch her fingers around in their entirety, with her digits unable to touch. She couldn't explain it, but there was a natural urge within her to take it inside of herself.
Down below that is. It was strange. She found it's size to be equal parts enthralling and terrifying, and yet she could imagine nothing more pleasurable than taking it up her tight little pussy, despite her sister explicitly forbidding her to do that. Yet, the prospect of taking such a monolithic cock inside of her arse seemed like a monstrous idea. It would tear her in two. And yet... She was somewhat curious as to whether or not she could do it. It immediacy of it all prompted her to almost actually do it, but she was given a scape-goat to save her arse from immediate immense stretching.
"Shame... Still, if you're half-decent at sucking cock, you might get yourself a loyal customer. You down here every day? Might spread word down the mines. Know a fair few fellas who would make fine use of a service such as yourself. I'll pop around after work if you ain't half bad," the man groaned as she slowly stroke him off, working his shaft back and forth until a dribble of pre-cum rolled itself along his head, gracing the delicious purple tip. Moaning at the simple musk of it all, Prim couldn't believe herself. She was turning into a cock-hungry slut, inhaling the smell of a thick cock and dripping between her thighs. Soaked in cum, she couldn't deny herself the satisfaction any longer and wrapped her lips around the thick, bulbous head, stretching them as tightly as she could around the veiny tip. Her lips were pulled tightly into place, stretching obscenely to allow the man's cock into her mouth. She tried to move her tongue, but found it pinned in place by the obstinate intruder. Luckily for her, what she lacked in dexterity, she made up for with her youthful size. She may not have been able to easily take his cock into her mouth, but her mouth was exceptionally tight. Tighter than any strumpet in the Hob, and that was a valuable thing. She could imbue the same amount of pleasure with her tightened mouth suckling on three inches as a supple whore who could deepthroat half his length. That amplified tightness was what immediately captured the majority of her clients. That and the small nimbleness of her hands. She made sure to never allow them to look through the peep-hole, leaving the allure of her strange pleasures to their imagination.
Pushing her lips forwards, she widened them as much as she could, swallowing two more inches and coughing a mouthful of saliva down the man's length. She was worried that her lack of movement would frustrate him, but the slickness of her saliva-coated hands running strokes along his length was more than enough to make up for her slow and clumsy blowjob. She felt a pressure to provide considering that he was paying for her. It felt... cheap to simply lick and lap. She didn't understand the realms of sex, but she understood the minutes of business. She needed to provide a cracking blowjob to secure a regular customer. And to do that... Well, she needed to take him deeper into her tight little throat. Admittedly, in retrospect, Prim had chosen a poor client to attempt her first forays into controlled deepthroating, but the young girl was overcome with sheer lust and desire, her clit throbbing and begging for more salacious, lecherous tastes. That and the small part of her that she shared with her sister wanted to prove just how good she was. It didn't matter to the sisters that they could comfortably deepthroat a certain length of cock. They always needed to do that little bit extra. That's what made Prim smile when Katniss asked Caesar Flickerman to put the chair onto max. Not only did it give Prim plenty of mental masturbation material for the next week, but it also made her smirk, knowing full well that whilst Katniss was playing it up for the cameras, that choice was wholeheartedly and entirely the Katniss Everdeen she knew.
With her mouth stuffed full of thick black cock, Prim angled her throat horizontally, continuing to constantly milk his delicious pre-cum down the back of her throat. With his fat head stuffed against the back of her throat, Prim gagged and spluttered, a chorus of sounds that were ultimately music to the man's ears, the man hugging the wall tighter, desperately wanting to be deeper in the tight, warm depths that were presented to him. If her throat was this tight, how tight would that little pussy be? He had to have a go at it one of these days. Moaning softly around his cock, Prim boldly swallowed, taking the head of his cock into her throat and having her gullet convulse and spasming, saliva dribbling down her lips and chin, dripping onto her breasts and continuing to make her a sticky, messy little girl. She collected herself, breathing slowly through her nose with a record of four inches of his cock inside her, his probing head past the entrance to her supple young throat.
It was delicious to taste and feel, but even the slightest movement caused to the spasm and splutter, the young girl unable to push herself even further. Luckily for her, she didn't have to just yet, with the man grunting and groaning, his orgasm sweeping over him. She barely had time to react and felt the first splash hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag once again, spewing saliva and cum down his cock and down onto her breasts and thighs, a combination of the substance trickling down her belly and over her pussy. Were her customer able to see the slickened mess she was in, she was dubious as to whether or not she could be able to stop him from taking her. And a part of her wanted that. This idea of virtue that Katniss prescribed to was foolish. Prim was already getting fucked by the strapon, what did it matter if it was a real man's cock. She was allowed to take real men into her arse, so why not her pussy? Katniss let Gale fuck her arse but maintained that she was a virgin. Idiotic in Prim's mind. But Katniss was right. It had to be the right man. Prim wasn't about to spread her legs and take it from the first massive cock she found. She was going to do a little window shopping. She could barely believe that she was thinking this way; her new slutty thoughts taking precedent in her young impressionable mind. She liked it, even if she was taken aback by it. Besides, what harm was it doing? She had enough money to put a proper meal on the table for her and her mother. Well... It would still be rather meagre, but it would be more than usual.
"My, oh, my, those lips are something... The name is Lyall. The moment you start offering up more than a blowjob, let me know. I'll be back tomorrow. Can't stay to chat. Seems like you've got yourself a queue," the man groaned as he pulled his cock backwards, stuffing it into his trousers and smirking as he wandered away. Prim, confused, glanced through the hole and saw there were four people all waiting in line, their crotches bulging wildly.
"Queue..." Prim gasped, her eyes widening as she realised exactly what she had stumbled upon. A means to make a lot of money. A lot of money. Looking down at her sticky, messy little body, she smirked. Virtue... She didn't have much of that left at this point. Besides, she loved a good a cock in her mouth. In this little nook, she could be as big a slut as she wanted, gagging, spluttering, drowning in cock and cum.
And when she stepped out, she was the prim and proper little Primrose; model student and loving daughter. The perfect trade-off.
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As soon as Prim left, Mrs Everdeen burst into the bedroom, glancing out the window the make sure that Prim had left for the evening. With a lecherous grin on her face, she fumbled around beneath the bed and pulled out the small box within which Prim kept the wooden strapon. Holding it with a certain degree of reverence, she peeled it open and almost lost her breath at the sight of it. Glancing out of the window once again to make sure she was alone, Mrs Everdeen pulled the curtains closed and rose to her feet. Pulling her dress over her head, she dropped it to one side and caught a look at herself in the mirror. She was a little past her prime. Hunger had taken a toll on her the most. Prim and Katniss always had more food and thus were able to grow in a little fuller around the hips and chest. Mrs Everdeen had small and pert little breasts, each capped of with an almost permanently erect nipple. Her arse was a little taut and bony, but she had a rather slim and slender figure. Her crotch was wildly untamed, the woman seeing no reason to shave. It wasn't like she had anyone to please and she certainly wasn't spreading her legs around the butcher like most women do.
Standing naked in the room, she stopped. It had been so long since she had thought of anything remotely sexual. Ever since her husband died, sex had been a distant memory. She passed it from her mind entirely, not bothering to masturbate or even let her mind wander into more promiscuous avenues. She didn't want to; didn't need to.
Every time she was naked, she was always either changing or neglected to look at herself out of spite. Yet that had changed... She had masturbated for the first time in years only a day or so ago. And because of her daughter. It was her daughter that broke her out of her abstinence. How strange and peculiar a thing to admit. Perhaps it was for the better. Admiring herself in the mirror, she stopped a moment and walked towards the dresser, grabbing a pair of scissors. She didn't have the means to properly shave, but with a few snips and a quick trim, she worked away the majority of the untamed bushiness, reducing her pubic hair to a thin layer that coated her crotch. Laying eyes on her pussy, properly, for the first time in years, she threaded her fingers through it, feeling the slickness of her own arousal on her digits.
Holding the strapon in one hand, she lowered it to her folds and gently worked the tip inside of her pussy, moaning hornily as she imagined Katniss sporting the thick shaft, gently working it inside of herself. She put aside the thoughts of disdain that the young brunette held for her and imagined a moment of bliss, being fucked by her daughter. Katniss replaced her father in a great deal many ways, why shouldn't she replace him in the husbandry duties of dealing with her; fucking her nice and hard. Standing there, Mrs Everdeen slid the cock inside of her, taking it slow and warming herself up, knowing full well that rushing it would only hurt her. But slowly, she managed to work it inside of her, her folds peeling apart naturally to envelop the nicely tapered shaft. Holding the harness, she slowly began to work it in and out of herself, gently driving it into her pussy, taking it nice and slow, just how she used to like it. A deep, intense and orgasmic fuck, focusing on passion and intimacy. She imagined kissing Katniss, the two of them embracing as they staggered back towards the bed. Mrs Everdeen barely felt herself move or collapse against the sheets. All she felt was the imaginary Katniss above her, driving her sumptuous cock into her tight, welcoming mother, fucking her harder and harder, sliding thick, juicy shaft of hers into her mother's filthy fucking cunt. Her fantasy spiralled more and more.
Suddenly, Prim was knelt beside her, her soft delicate fingers gently groping Mrs Everdeen's breasts. Pinching her own nipples, she imagined that it was her youngest daughter. As Prim squeezed those delicate teats, she pulled Katniss's lips away from her mother's, replacing her sister's lips with her own, leaving Katniss to maintain those slow and steady thrusts as Prim lunged her tongue into her mother's mouth, exploring those delicate lips and pulling her into a deeper embrace. As Prim pulled away, Mrs Everdeen instinctively chased those imaginary lips with her own, only to be presented with the lustful sight of the two sister's kissing, their lips mismatched with each other, but still battling one another, all the while Prim's delicate little fingers danced down to Mrs Everdeen's clit. Rubbing her own sensitive clit, Mrs Everdeen envisioned it as Prim's small fingers. Using her pinkie, she managed to mimic the sensation of one of the young girl's digits, the woman being brought an orgasmic fruition by her own daughters, her own off-spring. Moaning constantly, she felt her orgasm sweep over her, one of the most intense and sublime sensations she had and ever would experience. There was nothing like it. And orgasm after so long abstaining from the. After not experiencing one in years. It was so intense, palpably so; her body shuddering and shaking, all under the watchful gaze of Prim and Katniss, who slowly bled into the ether as everything relaxed, and Mrs Everdeen was brought back to a normal place, her pussy relaxing, her breath slowing and her mind coming back to her.
Opening her eyes, she smiled softly. She had enjoyed that. Wholeheartedly and without a single flicker of sorrow. A rare thing for the woman. Sitting up, she sat there, naked and with the strapon in hand. Would it be so bad, if she were to initiate something with Prim? At first, her thoughts were selfish. Incredibly selfish. Yet the more she thought upon it, the more she began to realise that perhaps it truly was a good thing. For both of them. Prim had lost Katniss, whom apparently was a big part in her sex life. In order to keep Prim from looking elsewhere for sexual gratification, it would be good to fill the role of the big sister. That and Prim would surely become distressed as the Games began and it would be a good way to calm her. After all, that was what Katniss used sex for in the first place. To calm Prim's night-terrors. The more she thought about it, the more mental gymnastics she performed to arrive at the conclusion she should try it. But then came the bigger dilemma. It had been decades since she had last seduced someone. And on top of that, she was seducing Prim, her daughter. Who was also twelve. It wasn't exactly a text-book pickup. It required a softer, more maternal touch. And maternal wasn't exactly Mrs Everdeen's strong suit.