Every society is marked by an adolescent stage. A growing-up period. A time when each young member feels he or she is more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establishment the young person rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more apparent than in an open society like ours.
Angie's story is that of a young girl growing up in her own special way: Breaking the moral code she has been taught. Flaunting her body in open rebellion. Reveling in any wanton new experience. Indeed, Angie makes a world of her own, where hedonism becomes the standard. But the truth is Angie is searching for meaning in her life, for love and affection, not just the pleasures of the flesh.
The Naughty Babysitter-the story of a young girl's struggle to find herself, and the experiences that carry her over the threshold into young adulthood and eventual happiness. A timely story for our restless society.
- The Publisher
Chapter One
"You're such a pretty girl, Angie!" Cohn Brown told me as he sat by the couch.
I knew he wanted to fuck me but was frightened. Here it was two in the morning, his wife was sleeping in the next room, and I had never been screwed before. Still I wanted a man's hands on me. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have a cock between my legs. When you're fifteen years old, well developed and healthy, there isn't much else that has the impact of fucking. A young girl thinks about it all the time until she goes crazy with desire.
"Oooooooo!" I moaned when I felt his hand push under the cover, fumbling for my breasts.
When they first asked me that evening to tend their kids I would have done it for free, because Cohn Brown was such a handsome man. Black bushy hair, thick eyebrows and a winning smile, he was a successful insurance salesman and I always wondered how many of those housewives he screwed when he was in their homes. I thought about it so often I got wet between the legs just imagining how big and hard his cock would be. So when they came home late and told me to spend the night, my little virgin pussy got to throbbing something fierce. I figured to sneak into their bedroom when they were asleep, lift those covers ever so carefully, and have a long look at that strange cock.
But I didn't know how bad Cohn wanted to fuck me. His wife must have gone right off to sleep from all that booze they drank, because I was just settled on the couch when Cohn came in. To tuck me in, he said. But when I felt his hand under the blanket I knew he meant to touch my little cunt.
"Oh my God, I can feel your tits!" he groaned as his hand slipped across my body.
I still had on all my clothes yet his fingers seemed to burn right through my blouse to the naked flesh. I could feel my little nipples rise hot and eager for his touch.
"Squeeze them harder!" I moaned, terrified yet desperate for this touch of sex. "Do it harder, Mr. Brown!"
His breath was heavy with the smell of alcohol while his hands were instruments of ecstasy. With every groping touch my blood ran faster, until he reached inside my blouse to pull at my bra.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" I moaned with joy. "Ooooowwww!"
There is nothing in this whole wide world that can bring a girl the pleasure, the instant, joy of such a moment. Sure there are other things to fill the hours of life, such as eating and sleeping and school and play. Still these are tiny things, beside the passion that turns flesh to butter and makes a female understand the true measure of her sexual capacity. I didn't care if the house burned down or if Mrs. Brown came in to catch us. With Cohn's hand on my tits, fumbling at my bra, I felt such pleasure I knew how I was going to spend the rest of my life in the hands of a man, aroused to sexual heights more grand than any emotion a girl can imagine.
"You have perfect breasts, Angie!" Mr. Brown groaned. "So big and firm, so soft and warm!"
He almost tore off one of my nipples in his greed to get beneath the bra, and when I felt those fingers pinch my nipples I came unglued.
"Unnnnngghhh!" I gasped, trying to squirm away from this burning sensation. "Aaaaggghhhhhhhh!"
"I won't hurt you, honey!" Mr. Brown whispered, making me dizzy with the fumes from his boozy breath.
I wanted to go home.
It's one thing to dream of sex, to imagine how nice it would be to have a cock between your legs, while it's quite another matter when you're alone in the front room with a man who intends to fuck you. I was really scared, I wanted to get away from him, yet the fire in my loins was so desperate I was putty in his bands.
"Lemme get your bra off!" he panted as he lifted me to get at the snaps. "I gotta see those little tits right up close, Angie!"
He was very brutal, throwing me around the couch like a bundle of rags, and when he couldn't get the thing undone he broke the strap with a quick yank.
"Ooowww!" I yelped, feeling the straps cut into my flesh. "That hurts!"
"Shhh-hhh!" he cautioned. "Gloria might wake up!"
I sure didn't want his wife in here! Maybe he was too rough, and maybe it hurt when he got carried away like that, but when I lay there panting while he stared down at my naked tits it was worth it.
"Oh jesusfuckingchrist!" Mr. Colin gasped when he saw how nice my titties were. "Look at those beautiful tits!"
The cool air of the room washed across my bare breasts for one second, then Mr. Brown pounced on them. It was the first time I felt a man's mouth over my titties and it damn near sent me bananas.
"AAaarrrrggghhhh!" I gasped, unable to control my emotions. "Ooooowwwweeee-eee!"
His tongue was wet, a snake that flicked over my nipples with a million tingling needles while his lips sucked at my titties like a vacuum cleaner.
"Slurp. Slurp. Suck. Suck." He tried to swallow my tits, tried to devour them like a cannibal. "Ummmmppphhh!"
I tore at his head, trying to get him away from my titties, but he clung like a leech until it felt like blood was seeping through my nipples.
"Don't do it!" I cried. "I can't stand it! Don't do it any more! Oooooooo!"
Maybe it was the alcohol from his breath seeping into my nostrils, or maybe it was because my virgin pussy got to throbbing so, until all of a sudden I felt conquered. I wanted more. I wanted Mr. Brown to bite off my tits and swallow them whole.
"Do it harder!" I hissed. "Bite the fucking things!"
He tried to do it. Hearing that curse from my young lips triggered a new violence in Cohn and he got to sucking on my titties with such ferocity I had to scream.
"Don't make any noise for Christ sakes!" He put a band over my mouth. "You want my old lady to hear us!"
I kept screaming, and bucking on the couch, because I couldn't stand the joy of my own sexual response. I wanted a fuck so bad I was going crazy and I didn't care who found us in the living room.
To shut me up Colin kissed me. Hard. Brutally. With that whiskey breath and a stubble beard, he crushed my young lips in a kiss that exploded through my senses. I clung to him desperately, this grown man who wanted to fuck a young girl. I was happy that I had what he wanted, that I was pretty enough to tempt a virile male in his own house.
Until he put a hand in my cunt.
"Yeeeeoooowwww-www ... !" I screamed with joy when he forced his big hand between my legs. "Aaaarrgghhh-hhhh!"
I knocked Cohn clear across the room into the fireplace with the aftershocks of my own sexual disturbance, and it felt like somebody had stuck a hot poker against my quivering pussy.
That almost screwed up everything.
Mrs. Brown woke up and hollered at Cohn, so he went to her to prove he wasn't up to anything. So I just lay there in the dark, with my senses raw, wondering what to do next.
I'll just go get in bed with them, and I'll play with his cock! I thought.
That would be crazy and I knew it, but right then it didn't matter. I wanted to touch his cock so bad I could taste it.
Taste it!
The thought struck me like a bolt of lightning until my mouth started to water. Can you imagine! Having a real live cock, an honest to God pecker in your mouth!
The image was frightening to, my mind yet it seemed so natural, so glorious, that I sat up on the couch. It would be only a few minutes before they went to sleep, then I could sneak in there and suck his cock!
Oh! The sweet beauty of it! Oooooo, I could taste it now!
Yet it didn't happen that way. Mrs. Brown couldn't hold her liquor and she crapped out again fast, so Colin came back into the living room.
"Gawd, I must be crazy!" he groaned as he stood there staring at my naked titties. "You're nothin' but a fuckin' kid, Angie! I could get my ass in a sling!"
He was right and we both knew it, only I didn't give a damn for rules. Right then, with my pussy wet and my breasts throbbing, I didn't care if they meant to kill us afterward.
I wanted a fuck!
Cohn got a beer from the ice box, trying to calm himself down. When the fridge door opened I could see that he was only wearing shorts. And I could see the outline of his pecker in the shorts. I almost passed out.
"You're so fuckin' pretty!" he groaned as he stood close to sip his beer. "How's a guy supposed to resist a young girl like you?"
I didn't want him to resist. Yet I was innocent when it came to sex and didn't know what to do. My immediate response was to get on my knees, tear off his shorts, and suck his cock.
Still I was frightened. I sat there, trembling, wondering why sex made a girl feel so powerful.
"Man, I just gotta do it!" Colin groaned. "I don't give a shit what happens, I just gotta see your little cunt!"
He put the beer on the mantle and came aver to me. He got on his knees at the level of my cunt.
Right then, in that dark room, I felt love for this beautiful man.
"Touch me, Mr. Brown," I begged. "Please touch me!"
He pushed the blanket onto the floor, then pushed my skirt high onto my hips.
"Oh my gawd!" he panted as he stared at my white panties. "I can see the fuckin' hairs right through your underwear! Oh my gawd!"
He was helpless before this introduction to a young girl's body, while I was a slave to anything he wanted to do. Right then Mr. Brown could have cut off my tits, and I would be willing.
He put his hand between my legs to feel my little cunt.
"Oooowww-wwww ... !" I gasped as the hot juices got me moist and ready. "That stings something awful, Mr. Brown!"
He moved me on the couch, carefully, gently, and then he slipped off my skirt.
"You've got a perfect shape, Angie," he whispered as he stared down at me. "So young, so soft, and so perfect!"
With trembling fingers he took off my panties, slipping them down my thighs as he stared at my cunt.
"Such nice soft hairs!" he groaned as he touched my crotch. "And your cunt is all swollen, ripe and ready."
I tried not to scream.
I tried my best to lie still while he played with my virgin cunt.
I could feel his hand. In my crotch. Messing with the soft hairs of my cunt.
And then I felt a finger.
Slipping between the lips of my pussy. Gently. Into the delicate tissues of my cunt.
"Aaaarrgghhh-hhhh ... !" I screamed, holding a pillow over my face to keep from waking Mrs. Brown. "Ooowweeee ... !"
It's one thing to dream of sex, or have somebody feel you up. But when a man puts his finger in your cunt, and starts to finger fuck you, that's a different matter. There isn't any power on earth to keep you from bellowing and bucking and screeching and screaming. It felt like rivers of ecstasy were pouring through my body, bringing me closer to a precipice of joy. Maybe I would have had my first real orgasm right then, but Mr. Brown wanted more than a touch of young cunt.
He wanted to fuck it.
And he wanted to kiss me, to feel me, to make love to me. I guess it was the best way for a young girl to have her first taste of sex, from a man who was grateful to touch sweet youth. Better than the clumsy misfits, the boys who did my girl friends. Left them unfulfilled, in doubt about the glories of fucking.
There was no doubt for me.
I felt the pressure of Cohn on top of me as he kissed me long, kissed me strong, and I felt the delicate strength of his fingers while he played with my breasts. It was a priceless moment, a fantastic beauty that no girl could ever bring to mind with imagination.
I would have been content to lie there forever, in that dark living room away from the cares of the world, while Colin kissed me into a universe of bliss.
But he was only beginning.
He wanted to taste my cunt, the way I wanted to taste his cock.
Almost before I felt him stop kissing, he was sliding down my naked body.
Down between my thighs.
To my quivering cunt.
I felt the hot lips, the sucking pressure, and I felt his tongue slip between the lips of my pussy.
"Oh fuckingjesus ... !" I screeched.
It was horrible. Blistering hot, slurping lips that seemed to suck the life right out of my body. I wanted more, I needed more, yet my senses reeled from this terrible onslaught of joy.
Without meaning to do it I bucked so hard, and kicked so ferociously, that I damn near knocked out Cohn's teeth. We ended up on the floor, rolling in a mass of boiling flesh and responsive sexual organs. I don't know whether his pecker found the way itself or whether I helped it out a little, but the next thing I remember was the feel of a throbbing cock between my legs.
"Put it in!" I screamed. "Stick it in me!"
For a frantic instant it seemed as though Colin was trying to stop. Maybe his conscience bothered him about screwing a young girl, or maybe I kicked him in the teeth too hard, because he tried to stop.
He was halfway to his feet when I got hold of his cock. A nice, hard, normal-sized hunk of meat. As though I had been practicing for a million years, I got that cock in my mouth and sucked the fucking thing so hard I almost swallowed his balls.
"Suck the mothafucker ... !" Colin hissed. "Bite the mothafucker right off, Angie ... !"
It was glorious to taste a cock. The meaty, salty flavor was instant pleasure and I had the most awful urge to really bite the thing off. Sink my teeth in, bite it off like a hotdog and swallow that beautiful dong!
But my neck was bent. He was over me, and my back was out of kilter.
"Here, let's do it right, honey!" Colin gasped as he caught me from falling backward. "Lay down, Angie."
His voice was controlled, heavy with force, as I saw that terrible naked cock standing hard in the moonlight. He got me on the floor, spread my legs, and put his pecker against my cunt.
When that terrible cock, that glorious piece of meat, started to go into my cunt, I went berserk.
"Do it to me!" I hissed. "Put it in me, Mr. Brown! Do it to me!"
"I gotta do it!" he groaned. "Can't stop now and I gotta do it! Oh my god ... !"
His cock hurt me.
It hurt with ugly ripping sensations when he forced that hard hunk of meat into the virginal tissues of my cunt. I felt the untouched depths of my cunt get ripped, torn.
"Ooooowwwww!" I groaned, a mixture of agony and ecstasy. "Aaaauuuggghhhhhh .. !"
Cohn was fucking me.
Lying hard upon my body, with his whiskey breath reeking in my nostrils, while his hairy ass went up and down, up and down, up and down.
"I got it in!" he groaned. "Oh fuck, I got it right in this kid! Oh my god!"
Maybe he felt bad morally but it felt good to him physically. I could tell that easy enough because be got to fucking me with such force it bruised my naked buttocks against the plush carpet. His pecker was deep inside my steaming cunt, massaging furiously. I was so filled with sweet joy that I could have stayed there for a year, letting Cohn drive that cock between the puffed lips of my sweet young pussy. I guess we would have done it too, or maybe we would have fucked until we died. Yet nature has a way of making even this most pleasurable act come to an end.
Cohn jizzed in me.
I felt the blasting fluid burn into my cunt even as I felt him give a jillion fast little humps, while he squealed like somebody stuck a corkscrew up his ass.
"I'm coming ... !" he bellowed. "Oh good lord I'm gonna shoot right in her little twat! Oh! Oooooo ... !"
I kind of forget what happened then. There I was having a beautiful little screw, when all of a sudden something happened inside of me. It felt like an atom bomb exploded in my guts as I wrapped my legs around Mr. Brown so tight it almost broke his ribs. He was pumping fast but I went faster, until I orgasmed so hard it blasted me right out of the galaxy.
I came so hard I lost my senses until the next thing I remember I was lying back on the couch, with Mr. Brown stroking my forehead with a wet towel.
"Are you all right, Angie?" His voice was shaking with anguish.
"Sure, I guess so," I sighed, happy and feeling beautiful.
"God, honey, I'm sorry! I never meant to do that to you, Angie. But you're so fuckin' pretty!"
"It's all right, Mr. Brown. I liked it."
"Jesus! What if we get caught! Oh man, I could lose everything!"
"I won't tell if you don't."
"Man, what've I done! Must've been the alcohol. Yeah, that was it! I was drunk!"
He stood up and pounded one fist into his other palm, shaking his head like he was in front of a jury.
That's the bad thing about being so young, and liking to screw as much as I do. Men always want to touch me, and they stare at my tits as they lick their lips, but most of them are scared. Maybe some kids would tell on them but most of us wouldn't. Just because a girl is young doesn't mean she's stupid. And whoever made the rule that we have to wait so many years to get screwed, is all screwed up themselves. Hell, a young girl needs a fuck as bad, or worse, as any grown woman! And us kids appreciate it more, too!
That's why I like being a babysitter. Even when it takes an hour to calm down a husband, like Mr. Brown, it's still worth it. There's something about being in a man's house. A girl can have all kinds of fun if she plays her cards right. You have to be careful though, because wives keep an eye on their men when a young chick is around. They were young once too, and they know how desperate us teenagers are to get laid. A moist pussy, and budding breasts, give us precious little else to think about. And after all, what could be as sweet as a good old-fashioned fuck!
Chapter Two
I was very secretive about my fucking. It wouldn't do if all the girls found out about it, because then the competition would be worse. All of us were growing up, we had budding breasts and moist pussies, until there was little else besides sex that was important. Sure we had our school studies, and we had our little chores around the house, but the only thing that was constantly on our minds was the reality of our sexual maturity.
"I get so hot sometimes I could cry," Paula Carter told me one day.
"Yes, I know what you mean."
"I mean I really get hot and bothered." Her dark eyes flashed with the delicate subject. "Sometimes it gets so bad I have to masturbate, Angie. Do you ever do that?"
Paula wasn't a bosom buddy so I didn't confide in her. How she took care of her sexual needs was her own business, and if she was dumb enough to spend the next few years crying herself to sleep while she "saved" herself for a guy who was already fucking somebody else, that was her loss.
When Adam Sorenson's wife asked me to sit for them it gave me a thrill. They lived just two houses down from us, and I had seen Adam watching me sunbathe in my front yard. He wanted some young pussy and I knew it. I got so hot just thinking about his pecker that I got to their house an hour early.
"That's okay, I didn't have anything to do. You won't have to pay me for the extra hour."
Actually I hoped to watch Adam get dressed. I sat in the front room playing with John, their baby, while I imagined what was going on in the bedroom. Adam would be half-dressed, and if I could peek through the keyhole maybe I could see his cock.
Still a girl had to be careful, so I pretended to ignore Adam until they were dressed and gone. The next hours were agony. I kept thinking up ways to seduce this husband and I even went into their room and checked through his dresser. The sight of his underwear sent shivers of pleasure through my body and when I touched his shorts it made me moan with anticipation.
Seduction isn't easy.
Some people think a young girl can get screwed any time she wants it. That just isn't true. Maybe an older guy does want to stick a pecker into us teenagers, but there are consequences he must face. It drives a man away most of the time.
That's what happened with Adam.
When they came home from the party I gave Adam a real come-on, stretching in front of him until my titties were pressed hard against my blouse.
"Gee, I'm tired!" I lied.
Adam ignored me, while Cora told me to go off to bed. Naturally I had made it a condition of babysitting that I got to stay over, because once I was in the house my chances were increased enormously. Still Adam ignored me as he went into the bedroom.
They had a separate room for me, with a single bed in it, so I went in there to undress. Being real sneaky I left my door ajar in the hope Adam would catch a glimpse of my fresh young body.
Nothing happened.
The lights were all turned off and we went to sleep.
Well, I reasoned before I fell off, you can't win them all. Some men just aren't willing to take the chance for a tender body.
I was wrong with Adam.
I knew that the minute I woke and felt a hand groping at the covers.
My back was turned to him and I didn't dare let him know I was awake as he slowly slid the blanket away from my sensitive body.
"Ohhh, that's nice!" I heard him moan in the moonlight.
It's a desperate feeling to lie quiet while a strange man stares at your flesh. I was only wearing my panties and I wanted to turn over, lift my arms, and welcome Adam into an hour of pleasure.
Yet I sensed that he didn't want to get involved. He wanted a look at my young titties, but he didn't want to pay any price for the peek.
I tried to hold still, but it was hard to keep from breathing hard, and it was almost impossible to keep from moaning with joy.
I felt his hand touch my back. Gently. Stealthily.
This was a cruel punishment for me. How can a girl pretend to sleep when every fiber of her flesh wants to scream with ecstasy!
Yet even a touch of sex is better than nothing, and besides, the way Adam was stealing a moment of sex gave such quivering joy to my body that I felt like I was' ready to orgasm. I lay there with my legs doubled up while Adam touched my buttocks, my thighs, and I felt him lean over to get a peek at my titties.
"Wow, they're beautiful!" he groaned.
A finger on my nipple.
I screamed silently, using all my will power not to move a muscle, while the juices in my pussy made the crotch of my panties soaking wet.
I felt his hand between my legs. Tugging softly at the elastic in my panties.
Adam pulled some hairs when he lifted my panties away from my leg.
And I could feel his eyes staring wildly at my young cunt.
"Cripes, I can see the fuckin' thing!" he groaned with a sort of animal pain. "I can see her fuckin' cunt!"
I would have to be dead not to feel his trembling fingers between my legs, yet Adam was so passionate he must have imagined himself being undetected. He touched my little moist pussy. Gently. Ever so gently.
While he gurgled with passion so violent I thought he was going to choke.
I heard him jacking off.
Adam stood right by my bed, while he took peek at my hair-covered cunt, and he jacked off.
"Oh fuck!" he grunted as I heard his fist slapping against his balls. "Oh man, that's beautiful!"
His grunts were coarse, ugly, yet incredibly beautiful as I lay there quivering in desire while Adam masturbated in the dark room.
"Ooooowwwwwwww!" he moaned."
"Aaaaaggghhhhhhh ... !"
I could tell by the pain in his voice when he shot his load, and I felt a bit of his love juice spurt against my nude back. That was the worst time of all for me. All I had to do was roll over, spread my legs, and Adam would have to give me a fuck.
But I went along with his desperate desires.
I let Adam jack off while he looked at my soft body, then I lay still while he slipped off his shorts and rubbed the jism off the floor and off my back.
When he had slipped guiltily from the room, I put the pillow over my face and masturbated myself. Paula wasn't the only girl who knew how to relieve the dreadful urge. And Cora Sorenson couldn't hear me screaming with joy under the pillow.
When something is so beautiful and fills your life with satisfaction, you have to tell somebody. I meant to keep the secret to myself but nobody can really keep a secret, especially a female.
"Oh, you didn't really, Angie!" Paula exclaimed when I told her. "Why, that's terrible!"
We were sitting on my front porch and it seemed I had just loaned Paula a measure of power she never had before. Even her protestations were tinged with excitement.
"Sure I did, Paula. And what's more, I'm gonna screw them all if I can."
"Aren't you ashamed? Don't you have any conscience?"
"Why should I feel ashamed? Everybody does it, you know. I just found a better way. How many of the girls do it in the back seat?"
"Most of them," Paula admitted. "At least they brag about it all the lime."
"How about you? Did you ever try it?"
"Don't be vulgar!" she frowned. "I don't want to be a little tramp."
"You'd rather be frustrated?"
"I ain't frustrated, Angie!"
"Yes you are. How many times do you play with yourself?"
"That's none of your business."
"Wouldn't you like to try some real sex?"
"Maybe I would," she admitted. Everybody is a schemer. Once you set your mind to something you always need an alter ego, somebody who can share the discovery. That always makes it better. Except that I couldn't figure out how to get Paula screwed. She was a pretty girl with dark eyes and long black hair, a sweet teenage figure all blossomed out with' big, titties and a real nice ass, and she was ripe for plucking. She needed a fuck something terrible so we had that in common, a base from which to operate. Still we didn't know how to go about it. I had a taste for mature men, while Paula was such a babe in the woods she couldn't tell the difference between a cock and her own probing finger.
There's a reason why married men keep away from us teenagers. It's too easy to get blackmailed, the way we did to Colin Brown. I got to thinking about him until it made me all hot and bothered, especially thinking about Paula too, so I called him at work and told him I needed a little fuck.
"Criminey, Angie, you shouldn't call me here!" I could hear the panic in his voice.
Maybe it was from the blackmail, the truth of my seduction at his hands, or maybe Colin wanted some more of my young pussy. Anyway, he agreed to meet us.
"You know that motel on Front Street?" he told me. "The Seagull Motel?"
We met him there at two in the afternoon. I meant to have Colin fuck Paula until I saw that bed and felt the mighty urge of my own loins.
Colin was nervous as hell. He didn't know I was bringing a girl friend.
"Geez, you're gonna get me thrown in the slammer sure as hell, Angie!"
It was a wicked way to get a little screwing and I knew it, but a girl throws caution to the wind when it comes time to hive a little screw. Girls have been known to go to any lengths to seduce a man.
"Kiss me, Colin!" I pushed against him while Paula gasped with shock.
Colin really liked me. He told me so while he felt me up and then carried me to the bed. We could have had a nice little fuck right then except for Paula. The sight of us touching each other's genitals, and French kissing and getting ready to enjoy sexual intercourse, was too much for that gentle girl.
"I gotta try it!" she squealed as she threw herself on the bed with us. "I gotta have some too ... !"
Now there isn't any man who can take care of two young females when the heat is in their flesh, and I knew that. And it was my fault for bringing Paula along in the first place, so I had to sacrifice. I had to let Colin do it to her.
In a way that made me even hotter, to watch while somebody else got laid. There is something about seeing two people fuck that is every bit as exciting as the feel of fucking.
"You kids are gonna ruin me!" Colin groaned when I told him he had to fuck Paula.
"We won't tell nobody!" Paula echoed my own sentiments as she lay on the bed, squirming with anticipation. She looked beautiful at that moment, black hair on the white pillow case, a nubile body filled with the juices of spring. Right then I wished I was a man so I could fuck her myself. With her dress slipped high onto her thighs Paula represented a touch of sex that was both frightening and desirable. In the next little while she was going to be introduced to the most glorious reality of the human spirit, the fulfilling act of fucking. There would be no more dim images in her world after that. No more sleepless nights while she pondered the mystery of male and female.
"I'm so nervous I don't know if I can do it," Colin said as he sat on the bed and looked at Paula.
"Touch me here ... !" Paula placed a hand at her breast. She was ready to be seduced, while I sat next to the bed and trembled with contained desire.
"You, have nice titties." Colin stared down at her. "You sure you know what you're doing? You ain't a dumb virgin like Angie was, are you?"
"No, I've done it a lot of times!" Paula pressed her head deeper into the pillow, already lost to the consuming needs of her flesh.
She was lying and I knew it, but a man can't always tell if a girl has been screwed before. Lots of guys have married a "virgin" and never realized they weren't the first.
"Man, I could use a drink!" Colin was sweating.
Before we could object he was out the door, and he could have gotten away from us. But he came right back, with a bottle of whiskey that he got from his car. There were some glasses in the motel sink, all wrapped with paper, so he took one and filled it half full of water, poured whiskey in the rest of the way, and drank it quick.
"Ah, that's better!" he Sighed happily. "Now, where were we?"
He looked at me with a sort of wistful desire and I had the feeling he would rather fuck me, yet we had set the rules for the day and he went along with them.
It was lovely, the way Colin undressed Paula. He sat on the edge of the bed and methodically took off her dress, then fumbled with her bra.
"Ooooooo!" she gasped. "Oooohhh-hhhh!"
It was already feeling good to her and I sat there with deep envy, feeling the juices of my own body get mighty disturbed. It was a double sexual experience for me, with twice the passion, because I shared the joy of Paula while Colin played with her tits.
"Oh my golly!" she gasped when he massaged her naked tits. "Oh my golly.
Her boobs were nice, firm and white with teeny little nipples, and when Colin bent down to kiss them Paula tried to get away.
"Don't do that!" she squealed. "Oh, don't bite them, Mister!"
Colin sucked her tits. He got one of them right in his mouth and sucked on that goddam thing like a lollipop while Paula clawed hide off his back.
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!" she screeched. "Uuuuunnnngghh-hhh!"
I felt my own nipples get rigid with sympathetic reaction so I couldn't stand it any longer. I got on the bed with them and began to play with Paula's other breast.
"Whatcha doing!" she screamed. "Oh good heavens, don't do that Angie! Oh! Ohhhh! Ooooooo!"
I tasted her sweet breasts and twirled her little pink nipples between my lips. It was all Colin and I together could do to hold her down, and when he finally grabbed a handful of cunt she got loose.
"Aaaarrrgghh-hhh!" she screeched. "Let it go! Take your hand out of there, Mister! Ohhh! Aaaarrrnnnggghhh!"
In her sexual frenzy Paula was incredibly strong and she knocked me right off the bed. When I got back on, Colin was finger fucking the girl.
"Yeeeoooooo!" she screamed. "Do it some more, Mister! Do it harder, Mister! Unnnggghhh ... !"
Her little ass was pounding savagely against the bed while Colin sat there finger fucking her. The black hairs of her pussy were parted so I could see the lips of her cunt, all pink and soft and delicate, while her little poophole was snapping with the fury of her pleasure.
"Man but she's tight!" Colin gasped as he stood up and quickly removed his clothing. "I don't know if I can get the mothafucker in. You sure she's been screwed before, Angie!"
He didn't wait for my answer. Like a tiger on a defenseless deer, he pounced on my young friend. His hairy body lay heavy atop her while he got his cock into position.
"Don't do it!" Paula begged, suddenly terrified. "Oh please don't do' it to me, Mister! I don't wanna do it!"
Colin got his cock between her legs, pushed his ass toward her, and his cock slipped into her virgin cunt.
"Yeeeeooowww-wwww ... !" Paula screamed with pain. "Oh my goodness! Oh my golly! Oh! Ooohhhhh!"
I saw her try to escape the fury of his attack as she tried to melt through the mattress. But Colin clung to her fresh body as he forced that big cock deeper into her quivering snatch.
"It's goin' in!" he groaned. "I can feel it goin' deeper. Man, is she tight Ugghhh!"
There was pain in his pecker and he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth as he forced that cock down into her juicy young cunt. When it was most of the way inside of her Colin began to fuck, moving his ass up and down while Paula lay there screaming with joy.
"Do it some more! Do it some more!" He did.
He got to humping faster and faster, groaning with the effort of reaming out her tight little cunt, until I felt the strokes myself.
"It hurts, Mister!" Paula bellowed. "Oh golly it hurts something awful! Ooowwwww!"
Colin didn't hear the girl. He kept fucking faster and faster, building up to his orgasm, while I stood there shivering with my own sexual needs. I must have been crazy to give away my own piece of ass this way, still it was a sweet moment that added fuel to the fires of my sexual needs. I could identify with the reactions of Paula until I could almost feel myself being fucked, and I noticed how Paula got one leg pounding on the bed when it started feeling real good to her.
"Do it deeper!" she squealed. "Do it deeper, Mister! Ooooooo! Aaaauuugghbhh!"
It isn't every girl who gets an orgasm on her first piece of ass. Some of us have to learn how, to be able to relax and forget the pain, while some of us are lucky enough to come the very first time. Paula was lucky. Or maybe it was because she practiced with her finger before. At any rate she was a healthy girl, with desperate needs, and when Colin got ready to shoot she flipped out.
"I'm gonna come ... !" he groaned when he started those little hard jerks. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come in her!"
"Don't do it, Mister!" Paula tried to climb right up the back of the bed. "Don't shoot that stuff in me, Mister! I don't wanna have a baby!"
Colin jizzed in her.
The hot stuff shot out of his cock while he bellowed with joy, and when Paula felt that jizz spurt into her cunt she really went bananas.
"Yeeeeee-ooooowwww ... !" She pounded her little ass so hard against the bed it knocked a lamp off the table. "Oh wow! Ohh! Aaaauuugghhhhhhh ... !"
She must have come a doozie because she got that leg to pounding so hard it made the whole room shake, and when Colin tried to roll off her bo4y she clung to him with a desperate need.
"Do it some more!" she hissed, half unconscious with her orgasm. "Do it some more, Mister! I need it some more!"
But that's the trouble with men. Or boys. Or any member of the male gender. Once they bust their nuts a valve shuts off or something, and they ain't worth a damn for the longest time! A girl can go on screwing for hours, for all night if they get the chance, while a man collapses like a balloon.
Paula lay there screeching for more only Colin couldn't do her any good. When he finally got loose of the girl he lay on his back, sweating and groaning with pleasure, while his limp pecker dripped the remaining semen onto his leg. Paula tried to replace his cock with her practiced finger, yet any girl knows there isn't anything to take the place of a real man-cock. She bawled and she bellered, she masturbated and she pounded the bed with her leg. Finally she must have got herself another orgasm because she sort of gurgled, quivered for a moment, and then wrapped her legs around her own hand. She appeared happy. Pleased. Because she was smiling with a beauty I had never seen on Paula's face before.
That didn't help me a bit.
I was so hot I was ready to bust, except there wasn't anybody to fix me up. I thought of getting the guy from the motel desk but I didn't want to make trouble for Colin.
In desperation I sat on the bed to play with Colin's limp pecker. It felt sticky, very soft, and I wondered just how many cunts this terrible thing had been in. I had been told a man would fuck a porcupine when he got a hard-on so it was easy to imagine the multitude of pussies this hunk of meat had penetrated.
That didn't help me one bit.
And it didn't help Paula either, because she still wanted more. She was moaning and groaning as she played with her cunt. I watched her finger massage the little clitoris while she finger fucked herself, until out of curiosity I had to try her myself. With a gentle touch I placed my hand between her legs and massaged her puffy pussy lips. They were incredibly soft, warm and wet from, the juices of her own body and those of Colin. She felt my hand. She opened her legs to let me have a better feel.
My finger went into her juicy cunt easily. It was very hot in there, so moist and slippery it was unbelievable, and two seconds later she had her legs wrapped around my arm.
"Do it for me, Angie!" she hissed. "Play with me down there, Angie! Ooohh, I always did love you, Angie!"
I couldn't have got my hand out if I wanted, the way she wrapped her thighs around me, and she almost pulled my arm out of the, socket when she got to fucking my fist.
"Aaaauugghhhhh!" she moaned with renewed sexual fever. "Ooooooo ... "
She came real fast, until the vibrations of her heaving hips made a squooshing sound inside her wet cunt. I liked the feel of her pussy, the softness of her flesh, and the response of her body was glorious. I finger fucked Paula into two more orgasms until she lay exhausted on the sheets.
That day with Colin didn't get me laid, and in fact I was in misery all through the night. Still, it gave a special sort of beauty to my life. There is something about sharing sex. A feeling of joy that persists long after the act.
Paula became my closest friend after that day, and she tried to give me her new polka-dot dress in payment for showing her the glories of sex. Naturally I couldn't take the dress, but I did let her play with my titties once in a while. We both enjoyed that. Sex with another girl brings a tenderness that is incomparable.
Paula was such a good friend that she promised not to baby-sit the homes I had as targets. It didn't really matter to her anyway because she had the hots for one of our school football stars. She screwed that boy, Rodger Hastings, right under the grandstand one night. She fucked him so bad he got a rupture and they had to suspend him from the team, yet they became sweethearts. They were fucking all the time so Paula didn't really need the grown men I wanted.
That's the same time I found out how many people in our neighborhood were swingers. It happened accidentally, one night when I was sitting for Susan Lovely.
Chapter Three
Susan Lovely owns the big house on the hill, the one with the swimming pool and the fancy tennis court. She's a psychiatrist while Warren Lovely is a banker. They have all that money and yet they're stingy as hell when it comes to paying for babysitters. That's why none of the kids around the neighborhood want to sit for her, and it's the reason I got the job that weekend. If I only made two dollars it didn't matter when there was a chance to fuck another man. I had found a way to get laid, by a real grown man, and that was worth all the riches of the world to me.
"Hey, Susan, tell that kid to stick around later. I'd like to grab her by the ass!"
I heard one of the guests at the mansion say that to Susan Lovely but I pretended not to hear. It wouldn't do to have Susan realize there was a Judas in her midst, someone who meant to get in on the action.
I was supposed to watch the two kids while Susan had a party at her place.
"And keep the little bastards quiet!" she instructed when I first got there. "We're going to be busy all evening and I don't want those brats under my feet!"
That didn't surprise me the way the talked about her children because a lot of party people I sat for said the same things. When it came to having fun, adults moved into a world beyond the infants.
There must have been fifty people at the mansion, all drinking and having a ball, gorging themselves on all kinds of neat-looking foods, while some of them took a swim in the pool. It didn't take me long to notice how many couples were de-coupled. Men with strange women, or women making a play for somebody else's husband. That seemed to go right along with alcohol so I wasn't disturbed by it. Except that I kept my eyes open. Any minute now somebody was going to do some fucking. And I wanted to get a peek!
I got the kids to bed around nine o'clock but kept out of sight myself. It was obvious the Lovely's didn't want a teenager in the middle of their party and I didn't want to be sent off upstairs or something. There were so many women in the house nobody would think to climb the stairs to fuck a young girl like me. I had to make my own party.
I stood behind an evergreen tree and watched while some of the swimmers got naked.
"Come on, everybody, let's, go skinny dipping!" someone laughed gaily.
Pretty soon half the guests were nude, cocks swinging and cunts swaying as they did their thing. Perhaps it should have got me all shook up, yet it didn't. There's a time when a nude person can get your blood boiling, but there are times when it just seems natural. With everybody naked it took away some of the mystery of sex until I got bored watching the bounding boobs or the plop-plop of testicles when one of the men got to running after a female.
"Let's do it in the water!" a redhead shrieked with joy as she pulled a guy closer to the pool. "Let's jump in and fuck in the water!"
It was nice to watch. All those nude bodies romping around, or making waves in the pool while they were fucking. Still it left something to be desired and I didn't realize what it was for a long time.
Then I realized a special ingredient was lacking from their orgy.
Seduction.
Theirs was a form of gang sex where everybody fucked everybody else, sort of mechanical, until their emotions were geared to laughter instead of sexual stimulation.
Sure I got hot and bothered from watching all that fucking, but not nearly so, hot as the night that husband sneaked into the room and masturbated on my bed.
So I got to roaming around the big house, and it felt good to be in the midst of all this wealth. Susan Lovely spent more for pictures on her walls than most people did to raise their children. Even so I had the feeling she wasn't very happy. She was too intense, too anxious to please her guests, and she treated her children like bank notes that got soiled.
I was in the big library glancing through some magazines when a man came into the room.
"Oh, hi there!" he smiled.
He must have been fifty years old, with a bit of a pot belly and receding hair, but he had a warm manner.
"Hello," I answered, still holding the magazine.
"You live here?" he asked.
"I'm the babysitter."
"Oh yes, now I remember. I saw you earlier today out in the garden. You want a little drink?"
Right away I sensed his hunger. Only this wasn't my idea of real screwing, to give in to such an old geezer that I didn't even know.
I told him I was too young to drink and I went to leave the library. But he moved to block my path.
"You're such a pretty girl!" He stared real hard at my face, but I knew he was thinking of my little cunt.
Up till then I figured it would be nice to have any man's hands on my body. Perhaps it was because all those naked people turned me off a little, or maybe it was different from seducing a husband I was familiar with, but for some reason I felt insulted when this old geezer tried to fuck me.
"I gotta go check the children," I told him.
He blocked the door. "Whyntcba stay here with me?" He seemed to pant, as though it was hard for him to breathe.
"You better go out to the pool with the rest of them, Mister."
"Ah, fuck that party! I've seen those broads a hundred times already! Ain't nothin' they got to interest me. But you're different, kid. You're a real cutie!"
I could have screamed. Or I could have threatened the man with my age. Maybe I would have, if he'd left my tits alone.
"Wow, is that all yours!" he gasped when he fumbled at my breasts.
I was lost.
The juices got to flowing so fast I forgot where I was, and the sweet touch of male hands dissolved any resistance I might have possessed.
"Sure they're mine!" I whispered with excitement.
"Boy, I'd sure like to see 'em, honey. I'd pay plenty to, see a young pair of tits like that!"
He was fumbling for his wallet while I fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. I got the blouse undone, and pulled one of my tits out for him to see, just as he opened his wallet. Wads of bills fell all over the floor but that didn't, mean a damn to me. I could feel his eyes on my nipples while the juice ran hot between my legs.
"Can I touch them?" he gasped. "Criminey, can I really touch those young tits!"
His fingers were short, heavy, and when he pressed them against my breast it was marvelous.
"Oooowww, that feels good!" I told him.
"Cryin' out loud!" he wheezed as he groped at my exposed breast. "I always wanted to fuck a kid! How old are you anyway, honey?"
Instead of answering I took off my bra and opened my blouse all the way. I could feel the cool air on my bare breasts and it made me feel beautiful. Here was a grown man, obviously a wealthy man of great power, and he stood helpless in the presence of my young flesh. It was a grand feeling and one that I will never forget. To realize that I had a commodity worth more than all the money in the bank downtown, and that for an hour of sex I was the equal to men of great consequence.
"Lemme see your cunt!" the man wheezed. "Oh boy, I'd give a hundred to see that young stuff bare!"
Right then I'd have given him a hundred to touch my pussy. All the stored up expectation of this babysitting job was coming up hard, and quick visions of all those uncovered cocks at the pool went swimming through my head. I didn't care if this old geezer was too fat, or if he was going bald. Right now I wanted him to touch me. To put his strange cock between my legs and make me orgasm.
"Take off my skirt," I asked him, because I was shaking so bad I couldn't get my zipper undone.
He almost tore my hips off with his frantic efforts to unsklrt me. And when he saw me standing there with just my white panties to cover my little snatch, I thought he was going to have apoplexy. His face got all red and he drooled at the mouth, while he had to hold onto a chair to keep from falling.
"It's beautiful!" he gasped. "Holy Hanna but you sure are beautiful!"
He couldn't take his eyes from between my legs, so I knew he wasn't gonna help me get the panties off. I slipped out of the silken things slowly, letting him see the tender beauty that is so natural to us teenagers. When he saw the hairs on my cunt, the ripe nipples on my titties, he almost had a heart attack. He gulped and wheezed, while he staggered back two whole steps. You would have thought he was looking at a python ready to strike, from the frantic look in his eyes.
"It's the real thing!" he yelped. "I can really see your young twat!"
I walked closer, needing the touch of his hands on my flesh.
"Touch me here." I pressed a hand between my legs.
"Holy Moses!" he groaned. "That's a real little girl's peepee! I'm really seeing a young girl's thing!"
He seemed paralyzed until I took one of his hands and placed it against my cunt.
"Ooooowww!" he moaned, while I echoed the sound.
That single touch ignited his fire like a match to dynamite. Once he broke through the restrictions of age, the man went berserk. He grabbed me with such force it knocked the wind out of me, and he kissed my lips so hard it bruised the tender flesh. I tried to kiss him back but he was already trying to fuck me standing up, when his cock was still in his trousers.
"Oooowwwww!" he panted wildly. "Aaarrrgghhhhh!"
It made me kind of scared because he was really out of it, so I tried to get away. I almost made it to the door this time when he caught my arm.
"I'm sorry, honey," he apologized as he stared at my naked body. "I didn't mean to hurt you. My name is Alfred DeMarco, and I'll give you anything you want!"
He was trying to buy a fuck except that I wasn't in that business. Oh sure, I made extra money from the babysitting when a husband played around, but that wasn't the same as selling sex to some old geezer at Susan Lovely's place. He scared me, and he bruised me, until I wanted out, even though my whole body was crying for sex.
"You let me go, Alfred," I told him as I reached for my clothes.
It was then I noticed all that money on the floor. Tens and twenties, and even a fifty!
Why not? I asked myself. A little piece of ass would be good for both of us, and nobody would have to know.
"Okay, Alfred." I turned back to smile at the poor old gentleman. "But don't you hurt me, understand?"
I felt absolutely grown up myself right then. Here I was, a silly little girl in the library with a man of immense power, and I was giving orders to him!
It was a delicious feeling, I'll tell you for sure And maybe that's when I decided to buy a place of my own. A house where I could get all the fucking I could ever use, and make money besides.
Because payment for sex was beautiful that first time! Alfred carried me over to a big table in the middle of the library and told me to lay down.
"I wanna fuck you, honey'!" he wheezed. "I wanna fuck you so bad my guts ache!"
I wanted it too. Even with this pot-bellied man named Alfred. After all a cock is a cock, and it beats the hell out of a finger any night!
"Geez but you look good, kid!" be panted as he stripped off his clothing. "I always wanted to screw a youngster, and by gawd tonight I'm gonna do it! Man, but you look good!"
He kept staring at my cunt while he stripped, and when he stepped out of his jockey shorts I got the scare of my life. Alfred might have been a little old, and he might have had a pot belly and receding hair. Yet there was nothing wrong with that monster cock!
"Oboy, that must be twelve inches!" I gasped as I saw him hold the ugly thing in his hand. "I don't think I can take all that, Alfred!"
"Well, you're gonna get it, kid! Right up the old pizzazz ... !"
He pushed me down onto the table and lined up us monster prick with my cunt. The table was just he right height, and my legs dangled down to the floor as he got between my thighs.
"Here she comes, sweetie!" he groaned as he walked into my crotch. All the begging and sweetness were gone from his manner now that he had me conquered, and he reverted to the savage lust of all men during sex.
I felt that twelve-inch cock puncture the lips of my little cunt, and I felt him force the blood-engorged thing deep into my vagina. New tissues were tearing, ripping, as he walked into me with that hammer dong.
"Oh no ... !" I squealed, trying to crawl backward across the table. "That hurts, Alfred! Oooowww! Pull it out! It hurts! Ooooww-eeeiii ... !"
That ugly whang was deep into my guts, driving relentlessly into depths that had never been touched, until I thought I would pass out. Still it gave new joy to my flesh, a revival of all the glorious moments I had known in sexual intercourse. It began to feel so good I cried for more, when he didn't even have it halfway in. I could hear Alfred wheezing desperately as he got me by the legs and tried to pull my whole body over his throbbing cock, and maybe he could pushed the whole thing into my starving cunt.
Except that Alfred really had a need for young pussy. He must have dreamed about it for years, and now that it was really happening he couldn't control himself.
"I'm gonna come ... !" he squealed when had been fucking for just two minutes. "Oh good heavens I'm gonna shoot right in her young twat Oh! Ooohh-hh! Unnnggghhh!"
He jizzed a prodigious amount until it squirted out of my hungry pussy and ran all over the table top, and with the last little jerks Alfred melted to the floor. I lay there with my legs in the air, needing more of that magnificent meat, while Alfred almost died.
I got an orgasm all right, one that hurt my hips from all the pounding on the table, but I could have gone for seconds. Or thirds.
Alfred couldn't help me.
It took quite a while for me to cool down enough to realize I wasn't going to get any more, and when I crawled off the table Alfred looked dead. He was lying on the floor with his face all white, flabby-appearing, while his tongue protruded between his lips. I got dressed in a hurry and then ran upstairs, to call on the phone for somebody. The phone rang out to the pool for the longest time, but finally somebody answered. I tried to disguise my voice when I told them somebody was dead in the library.
Now wouldn't that be something! Fucking a poor old guy to death just because he always wanted a young piece!
It could have happened, all right. Fortunately it didn't, and they got an ambulance to come and. give artificial respiration to Alfred. Still it scared me until I hid the money in my shoe. Maybe they'd think I killed him for the greenbacks!
Alfred was a hardy soul however, and he stayed the night with Susan Lovely and her guests. He took it real easy though, and he came up to my room to thank me for the most wonderful night of his life.
"You can come see me any time, Angie," he smiled with remembered pleasure.
He told me he was vice president of Mr. Lovely's bank, and he would be willing to pay me any time I wanted to give him a little fuck.
"That was the nicest thing that ever happened to me, Angie!"
I told him I liked it too, except he scared the hell but of me.
"I guess I got carried away," he admitted. "It just felt so good I didn't care if I died from it or not!"
"You about tore me up inside, Alfred. If you did it all the way I wouldn't be able to walk."
"You can earn two hundred dollars the day you take the other half." He patted his groin. "I never have been able to get it all the way in anybody."
I didn't doubt that, and the money sounded just fine, so I told Alfred I'd give him a call. Most of my friends, the ones who worked at the pop shop or the record bar, only earned a few dollars a week. While I could earn ten times that much in an hour, doing something I really loved.
Wow! I was gonna have a nice life for sure!
Still I was young, my parents were still the boss, so it wasn't easy for me to play around all the time. Babysitting was still the only real chance I had to find some strange peckers. But who would have thought a husband like Theodore Salisbury wanted to fuck a girl in the ass!
Chapter Four
Theodore was a grease monkey. He owned one of the small garages downtown and everybody said he charged too much for his mechanic work, and I didn't like him because he was always dirty. His hands looked like he never used soap, his fingernails were broken off and he always had oil on his clothing. He was about thirty years old with a nice build, very manly, and at the one time he had been a track star at our school. Sure he was good-looking, but he was so greasy all the time I never would have picked Theodore as a sex partner.
I didn't have much choice.
"C'mon down to the garage, Angie," he told me when he called me at home. "Colin Brown says you're a real hot number."
Damn that Colin Brown! I always heard a man likes to brag about his conquests, yet I figured a husband would stay silent to protect himself. Not Colin. He had to go and tell Theodore while he was getting his car fixed. Showing what a lover he was, to screw a teenager. Maybe I should have told on him too, and I guess I did because I had already told Paula and brought her to him to be deflowered. Sex gets to be a vicious cycle and perhaps that's why so many married people end up fucking the neighborhood. One of them does it, the other one gets mad and she does it too, and they find out it's fun, and pretty soon another key club is started.
Still I had a weapon. I was a teenager. And nobody was gonna force me into anything I didn't want.
"It'll cost you twenty dollars," I told Theodore when I got to his station.
"You're out of your mind, Angie! I can go to the whorehouse for ten-and-two!"
"So go ahead and do it. You'll have to pay me twenty dollars."
Theodore stared at my fresh young body, the single commodity that gave me a bargaining position, and he agreed to the tab.
"Yeah, okay, kid." He wiped his hands on a greasy rag. "Only you'll have to take part of it out in trade. I just bought some tires for stock and I'm short on cash."
"You want I should fill my shoes with gasoline?" He made me mad. "Cash or nothing, Theodore."
Looking at this grease monkey I wished I had quoted him a hundred bucks. I could have gone down to the bank and made that much from Alfred DeMarco, and now that I was on the take it was dumb not to fill my dowry. Already I had put money in a savings account since I would never be able to explain all that cash to my parents, and it felt good to know there was cash available whenever I wanted it. Besides, I already had my plans made for the future. My own House of Pleasure. That would take a lot of money, and a lot of sexual experience.
"You're a real little hustler, ain't you, Angie?" Theodore wasn't really displeased. "Well, what the hell! I guess you're worth that and then some. Anyway, if I pay you it gets me off the hook. You squeal on me and I'll tell them you was selling it."
There it was again. The single worm m a young girl's hopes. Youth. The very thing that made her alluring, was the same thing that drove men away when they got the hots.
"I ain't gonna lay in all that oil," I told Theodore.
"Naw, we don't have to," he said. "We can go in the back room. But you gotta wait till I close up. I don't wanta lose any customers."
For the first time I noticed that Theodore was really handsome, the athletic type, and he had a nice smile. Under different circumstances he could have screwed me any time he wanted. It made me wonder why men pay for sex when so many girls are willing to do it for fun, but I soon learned there is no end to the ways a male gets his fucking. That's why whorehouses are full, even when a man has a beautiful eager wife at home. Variety. That was the key.
The station didn't close until ten o'clock so I went over to a little cafe and had a hot beef sandwich until it was time. The food was good, especially since I kept thinking about the fuck. When a girl knows her day is going to be fulfilled with sex, when she realizes that soon her little twat is going to be massaged, then anything else is a little consequence. A female is, after all, a sex machine. The rest is only noise.
"Take off your clothes, Angie," Theodore told me when we were in the little back room. "Lemme see how good you look."
His manner was official, like he was examining another auto. He had washed the best he could but there was still grease and oil on his face and hands, so I was glad to take off my own clothes. No use ruining a nice outfit.
"Hey, you really look good!" he exclaimed when I stood nude before him.
"What the hell did you expect, Teathers or something!" I was getting angry. Sure he was paying me, but he didn't have the right to treat me like merchandise. Yet I suppose I was really mad since he didn't get me horny. This cold introduction to a strange body left me totally unresponsive until it spoiled my hopes for a nice little screw.
"No wonder Colin was excited!" Theodore whistled as he looked at my bare breasts, my young pussy. "Man, you really are something, Angie!"
It was nice to be complimented but he didn't fool me at all. Every young girl has beauty in the eyes of an older man. Sure I was pretty, but so were the rest of the girls my age. So his words didn't, get me excited. It was what he did then that got me all bent out of shape. Theodore tore off his clothes with such fury you would think he only had two seconds to make the team.
And I liked what I saw.
There was a real contrast between his oily face and the white beauty of his male body. Muscles rippled, the hard chest heaved with expectation, while his pecker was already hard for the task. He had a nice pecker, about seven inches, circumcised, with bulgy veins sticking out all over the sides. For some reason he didn't have much pubic hair so I could see the little chicken-bumps of his testicle pouch, and the way his two balls sort of hung one above the other. It was a quick inspection yet it left me with new knowledge of the male anatomy. A sweet knowledge that I filed away for future profit.
"Lay on the couch there." Theodore waved at the old army cot. "Man, I'm gonna fuck you till daylight!"
He wasn't much of a lover but he had a strange pecker that I wanted badly. So I lay down and let Theodore climb on top of me. He straight away shoved his cock into my cunt, without preliminaries, and started to hump.
"Oh, that hurts!" I protested, not yet ready for such brutality.
"You'll loosen up in a minute," he groaned between strokes. "Soon as it gets to feeling good. This is the way I like my fuckin', Angie. Get 'em quick before they get a chance to get too wet. Makes it tighter. Mmmmmm-mmm that feels good!"
Maybe it did for him but I was disappointed. A man should suck on a girl's titties, and finger her a little before he goes to humping. After all, a girl has her place in the game too.
"Damn but you're tight!" Theodore groaned as he strained to get in another inch. "Loosen up a little, Angie!"
I tried, because I wanted a good screw too, yet he had gotten me cold. And it was hurting as bad as a toothache.
"Shit, this ain't worth no twenty bucks!" he growled when I couldn't respond.
"Well, it ain't my fault, Theodore!"
"Man, we gotta try something else, Angie!"
"What else is there, for crying out loud!"
"Hold still a minute, honey."
He moved from atop of me and went to the corner of the room where there was a thirty-gallon drum of axle grease, put his hand in the stuff and pulled out a big glob.
"Lemme rub this in your cunt! That'll give us some good slippings!"
"Like hell, you say! Ain't nobody gonna put that stuff in me, Theodore!"
"Shit, we gotta do somethin', Angie! My balls is bustin' and you're dry as a bone inside!"
"That's your fault. I ain't had no trouble before."
He wiped the glob of grease on the side of the bed as he stared down at my cold body.
"Man, this just ain't right, Angie! You look so fuckin' good and we can't get nothin' going!"
"You can have your twenty dollars back. I think I'll go home."
"Naw, wait a minute, I'll think of something. Hey, I got it! Roll over on your stomach!"
"Why, whatcha gonna do?"
"Never mind, just roll over. Yeah, that's right. Man! You really got a set of hunkers, Angie! Prettiest little ass I ever did see! Man, I'm gonna like this!"
His attack was brutal, as before, without preliminary, and it caught me off guard. One minute I was lying there peaceful and the next instant he grabbed me by the hips, raised me to a bent-over position, and tried to stick his cock in my ass.
"Gawdamighty ... !" I squealed. "What the hell you tryin' to do ... !"
I tried to get away but he was ugly now, caught in the quick response of his sexual arousal. "Boy oh boy, look a that little shitter!" he groaned.
I could feel the head of his cock when he inserted it into my asshole, a terrible burning sensation that sent unknown shocks of pleasure through my body. Instant response got me so hot I almost orgasmed, except the pain was too real.
"Man, it's goin' right in her ass!" Theodore almost bawled with delight as he. knelt behind me and watched his cock disappear up my pooper.
"Take it out!" I squawled. "It hurts too bad, Theodore! Take the damn thing outa there! Oooooooo! Owwwww-wwww! It feels like I gotta shit. Oh criminey, it feels like I gotta shit ... !"
He was tearing new tissues when that cock went all the way into my rear end, and when he got on top of me to start humping real crazy-like, it got me to screaming with pain.
"It hurts ... ! I don't wanta do it that way! Take it out! 00000www'wwww! Aaaaauuuuggghh-hhhhh ... !"
"Oh baby, that feels good!" he moaned with pleasure as he pulled that cock in and out of my pooper. "Man, that feels better than anything in the world! Ooooohhhhh!"
Even with the agony it felt good to me too until, despite the pain, I could feel my body respond with joyous quivers. He had his finger into my little cunt, playing with my clitoris while he screwed me in the ass, and it brought a sexual frenzy to my body that was new and glorious. A freaky kind of flicking that proved a woman's body is totally attuned to the reality of sex.
"Ooooo, I can't take it!" I yelled. "It hurts too bad, Theodore! Take it out of there! Please take it out of there!"
"In a minute, Angie. I think I'm gonna come!"
"Don't do it in my rear end! I don't wantcha to do it in my rear end! Ooowwww, it hurts somethin' awful!"
"I'm gonna shoot, Angie! Honest to god I'm gonna come right in your little shitter! Aaaahhhh! Unnnggghgh-hhh ... !"
I could feel the hot jizz squirt right up my ass like a glorious enema, a precious blast of male sperm that just about blew off the top of my head.
"Me too ... !" I bellowed. "I'm gonna come Theodore! Yeeeee! Yeeeeoooo-000-wwwwwwwwww ... !"
The orgasm was filled with pain, with the delights of masochism, until I fell on the cot shaking with sexual fury. I could feel his cock between the cheeks of my buttocks while I fucked the cot, trying to get one more instant of this glorious orgasm. He had done me good. Theodore had made me come with a vitality I could not even understand, while he lay numb on top of me all fucked out himself. We must have slept that way for an hour, all fulfilled and happy, and I was going to give him back the twenty dollars.
Until I found out what that bastard had done!
"Why'd you do a dirty thing like that, Theodore!" I was furious when I discovered that he had covered his cock with axle grease before he stuck it up my ass.
"Cripes, we hadda do somethin', Angie. I could never get it up your ass bare."
"That's an awful thing to do, you dumb bunny! What if it kills me or something!"
"Hell, it ain't gonna hurt nothin'. Might make you have loose bowels for a day or two, but it ain't gonna really hurt nothin'. Besides, you liked it and I could tell."
"Well sure I liked it! You think I'm frigid or something? But you didn't have to do a lousy trick like that!"
"Shit, Angie. I couldn't even get it in your cunt. You were all cold. So how was I to put it in your butt where there ain't never no juice anyway?"
"You're a louse, Theodore. I ain't never gonna come here again."
"Aw, don't get sore, Angie. I really like you. Man, I get lots of girls here, but you're somethin' special."
"Sure. In a pig's eye! Do you use axle grease on all of them?"
"Only with a few. Some dame from Cincinnati showed me that trick."
"Oh yeah? How come?"
"Well, I'll tell you a little secret, Angie. Just between the two of us, promise?"
"You won't tell anybody?"
"I already said I promise."
"Well, you know the women's toilet? Over there on the side of the building?"
"What about it?"
"There's a vent near the floor. I put it in there myself a couple of years ago. And there's a storage room where the vent comes out."
"So?"
"I go in there when a real cutie comes to piss. She asks for the key to the toilet so I go into the storage room. I get to watch them all piss. I saw more cunts than you can shake a stick at!"
"That's terrible, Theodore. You're nothing but a damn creep!"
"Aw, bullshit. I could rent the fuckin' thing out to most of the guys in town. They all like to see strange cunts. Ain't nothing a man likes better than to see a strange pussy."
"Maybe so, only that's sneaky. What good does it do to see a woman use the toilet?"
"I like to jack off. Most men do. So I peek at these girls in there with the pants down, and I watch them take a piss. Then I jack off in the closet."
"You must be queer, Theodore!"
"Like hell I am! I could make more selling tickets to that vent than I do selling gas! Man, some days I get to see a hundred different cunts! Beautiful!"
He acted like he was seeing some of them right now so I started to get dressed.
"What about the girl from Cincinnati?"
"Wasn't a girl. A woman. A real doll, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Nice tits. I keep a few of those man magazines n the toilet, sort of to tempt any woman who has the hots. Some of them giggle when they see those hanging cocks, and some drop the magazine like it was a hot potato. But it really turns some chicks on, believe me! Well, sir, this blonde from Cincinnati, she gets to looking at all those naked men and it turned her on. She got to moaning and groaning, and she got her hand down between her legs. Right away I know she's gonna masturbate. Waste all that sweet pussy on her finger. So I use my master key to open the toilet door, pretending I didn't know she was in there. We got it on quick, right over the sink. Only she needs her pooper reamed to enjoy it. Tighter than hell! There she was bent over the sink with her pants around her ankles, while I'm trying to get it in between the cheeks of her ass. Damn near broke my cock. in two! But I had some axle grease on my coveralls so I greased my packer. Stuck it right up her ass! Man, did it feel good! Wow, I can still remember how she got to screaming! She come so hard it made her piss right in the sink!"
"That's terrible!"
"Like hell it is! Any time a guy can get a good piece of ass he's gotta do it. Same with a woman. Ain't nobody gets hurt, and she'll remember her trip here long after she gets to Cincinnati. Still, I even get postcards from her!"
"That's still a sneaky thing to do, Theodore."
"Sure it is. But I wouldn't sell this station even if I went broke. Where else could I see all that cunt?"
"What if that woman called the cops when you broke in that way?"
"Naw, she wouldn't do that. Heck, I've done the same thing dozens of times, and I always get laid. I choose the right ones, that's why. With those magazines. If they get turned on they're easy pickings. Already got the juice flowing in their pussy so they welcome me with open arms. Even if they didn't, they're too embarrassed getting caught with a hand in the cunt. It works out fine. Never had a complaint yet."
I thought of asking Theodore to fix me up a vent in the men's toilet. Maybe he was right after all, and there would be no harm in seeing the thousand cocks of man. No two alike, all those dangling packers with their potential to give me an orgasm. And for some reason I always wanted to watch a man pee. To watch how he flopped the thing around afterward, trying to shake off the last drop. In my tender young mind there was nothing sex that could be offensive and I wanted to sample every aspect of this grand act.
Still I didn't want Theodore to know all my thoughts so I told him he was nasty for what he did to those unsuspecting women, then I went home and tried to clean up. And I called Colin at home to tell him to keep his mouth shut.
"If you're gonna tell on me, I'm gonna tell on you too, Colin."
"Hell, I didn't mean any harm, Angie! I like you so much I just couldn't help bragging about you."
"Well, a girl can get in trouble that way, Colin. I don't want you to spread my name all over town."
"It won't happen again, honey."
"Let's hope not. If I wanta play around that's my own business. I don't need you to advertise."
"Sorry, sweetie. I'll try to make it up to you. How would you like a new typewriter or something?"
That's kind of the way it really got started. With that banker giving me all that money, and all the other men eager to pay for a touch of my fresh young body. Nobody can fight fate so I went along with the program. It was nice to have sex, it was the sweetest thing on the whole face of the earth. And to feel a little wealth come into my life wasn't bad! My parents were poor and we didn't have much, that's why I did the babysitting, to buy me some nice clothes for school.
So who's to say I was wrong when I made money with my pleasure? The girls at school were fucking penniless students for the price of a drive-in or a hamburger with onions, so if I made a lot more it didn't necessarily mean I was more wicked. I could have fucked those boys too, and ate their hamburgers after they pawed at my body with their untutored sex drives. But I preferred a man. A real guy who was mature enough to send me up the wall.
The way Gordon Powell did.
Chapter Five
"We do it every day!" Paula was happy. "Sometimes we screw two, even three times a day."
"How can you do that?" I was jealous. "Even a track star has his limits."
"Sometimes we have quickies. It only lasts a minute or so. But most of the time he gives it to me real good!"
Paula had gotten quite beautiful with her sexual fulfillment. She wasn't nervous any more, and she was talking about marriage.
"Don't you ever get the hots for somebody else? Somebody besides your boy friend?"
"Course I do. All the time. Any good-looking man will always work me up."
"So how can you be true to one guy, Paula?"
"Easy. When I get all tense and those hot flashes hit me, I go see my lover. He fixes me up so I don't need anyone else."
That sounded like a good formula so I gave myself to Colin two days in a row. We both loved the sex, but there was something missing.
"I gotta go home, Angie," he always said. "My wife's beginning to suspect something."
So Paula's formula wouldn't work for me. It didn't work for most people, really. Colin had his wife yet he still wanted me more, and I was aware of how many husbands and wives were on the make for somebody's else's spouse. There just wasn't anything to take the place of a strange body, new emotions, or the joy of touching someone's genitals for the first time.
So I didn't feel too guilty about wanting to fuck the neighborhood husbands. In the long run I figured it was more normal than what Paula was doing. Sooner or later she was gonna get burned out with her athlete and pass around her pussy more than ever. Once a girl got turned on, there was no stopping her while the blood ran hot in her body.
Still Paul had one advantage over me. When she needed a lay she could get it easy. While I had to wait, and work, and scheme to find a pecker. All in all I had only been laid very few times, while Paula already lost count of the marvelous hours with her boy friend. She didn't even have to masturbate any more, she told me, because there wasn't time. When she got hot and bothered she went and got herself a good fuck.
Damn, she was lucky!
That's when I decided to get me a steady boy friend. One who could screw me in between my babysitting sex. I was going crazy with the desperate hungers of my own nubile body, and most girls will understand how I felt. It isn't easy to be a teenager when your breasts are busting with ripe sensations while your little pussy tingles all the time whether you want it to or not. Nature made sure we'd break all the rules, no matter who made the rules. That's why so much fucking is done in the schools. You'd be surprised how much there is! And those schoolgirl crushes are really desperate. If the teachers only understood, they could fuck us kids every goddam day of their lives! And we'd love it!
We'd get better grades too, because then we could keep our minds on the lessons instead of having cocks and balls swimming in our brains every minute.
"I always did like you, Angie," Gordon Powell told me when I asked him over to make fudge.
"I like you too, Gordon," I told him truthfully. He was easy to get excited about. A tall boy with flaming red hair, a devil-may-care attitude, he was the best baseball player the school ever had. I chose Gordon to be my special lover because I figured he'd have all that energy, enough to keep up with my growing sexual demands.
Even so he made me think of green apples, because I still wanted a grown man. Some people like mild cheese while others need the tangy spice of aged cheddar.
"You're the prettiest girl in school," Gordon told me while I was mixing the ingredients for the fudge. "I always wanted a date with you."
"Did you ever want to screw me, Gordon?"
"Huh?"
"I asked you if you wanted to make love to me?"
You would have thought I caught his balls in the Mixmaster.
Boys never like the girl to take the initiative, yet we usually do when the truth is known. Maybe not as brazen as I did, yet boys are bashful when it comes to the real nitty-gritty.
I kept mixing the fudge while Gordon stood there blushing. On the ball field he was a tiger, yet he stood in my kitchen like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I had to make him foul, out.
"Touch my breasts, Gordon," I whispered as I slowly mixed the fudge. He glanced around as though someone could be watching, even though my parents were gone to a PTA meeting, then he reached out to touch my shoulder. His hand was shaking.
My whole body was trembling.
"Kiss me good, Gordon!" I begged as I turned to enjoy his touch. I meant to tease him a little, to make the seduction memorable, yet the feel of his flesh upon my body was too strong to bear. I put my arms around this handsome boy and almost passed out with the delight when he crushed me close to his muscled torso. The Mixmaster was whirling like mad in the bowl, but it didn't spin as fast as my blood. I forgot instantly that Gordon was young. All that mattered was the strong male scent of his body, the glorious sensations of his hands upon me, and the delicate sexual agony of his lips upon my own. We got so carried away right there in the kitchen that be knocked the fudge pan off the counter. It went clattering over the linoleum with such a crash Gordon jumped away from me.
"Man, that was close!" he panted as he stared at me. "We damn near went and did it, Angie!"
His clumsy sexual involvement was distracting, even a bit disgusting, but I wasn't about to let him get away. While he stood there with his eyes bugging out of the sockets I began to disrobe. I heard as in a distance the whirling of the mixing fudge, while my fingers moved quickly to strip the cloth from my eager body.
"Oh migawd ... !" Gordon gasped.
He wanted to escape. There would be a price if he stayed and he realized this truth, even if that price would be nothing more than personal involvement with a school chum. Boys hate that and I knew it. They desire freedom above sex. That's why us girls have to be sneaky. That's why we always choose the time and place of seduction.
"Jeez, I ain't never did it, Angie!" his voice was heavy with contained desire.
I didn't answer as I stepped out of my panties, to stand naked before him in the kitchen.
"Ooowww, you're throwing curve balls!" groaned. "You're gonna strike me out for sure!"
I was getting angry with his protestations, his baby emotions. Maybe he was a hero in the ball park but he was just a pitch-hitter right now.
I turned off the Mixmaster, and kissed Gordon again. Perhaps his training told him to lay off, to be careful of what he was getting into, yet his male hormones were quite normal. Even as he crushed the breath out of me I could feel the nice hard-on in his trousers.
"Do it to me," I begged, needing a fuck so bad it made my temples throb with desire. "Take me ...
The dumb bastard didn't even know about the bedroom. He was so untrained sexually that he didn't realize a girl needs petting. He grabbed my cunt with such force it almost knocked me onto the counter, while he rammed a finger clear up to my tonsils.
"Yeeeooowww-www ... !" I screamed in pain from the brutal onslaught. "Take it easy, Gordon! That hurts!"
"Oh, wow! I can feel your snatch, Angie!"
He was puffing like an adult yet his talk was more like a kid with a new toy. If I didn't need screwing so bad I would have told him to stop. Once a girl has felt the divine maturity of a grown man, it isn't easy to enjoy the fumbling responses of a Boy Scout.
Still I must admit one thing. There is a special beauty about fucking, and even with a dumb bunny it his to be good. Maybe Gordon didn't know what to do, but he tried to make up for that with raw passion.
"Ooouuuccchhh!" I yelped as be rammed me back against the counter. "You're breaking my spine, damnit!"
"Oh man, I can feel your cunt, Angie! I got my hand right in your naked cunt!"
Sure he did. But he didn't have to tear the fuckin' thing off!
"Don't be so rough, damn you!" I wanted to cry. His hand was tearing at my crotch with such ferocity it really did hurt, yet he was so strong I couldn't get away from him. This isn't the way sex is supposed to happen. Sure a girl likes a little rough stuff, but she doesn't want her guts ripped out.
"Lemme go!" I fought him desperately. "You're killing me, Gordon! Lemme go!"
He held me against the counter while he groped into my cunt, trying to make up for all the wet dreams he ever had, a starving man with his first taste of meat.
I gave him a little knee in the groin.
"Gawdamighty, why'd you do that!" he backed off, his eyes wild.
"Don't be so damn rough, then!" I challenged.
"Balls a fire, I didn't mean to hurt you, Angie," he apologized while he stared at my naked breast. "Can we really do it? I mean, you gonna let me really do it to you!"
"Don't be so damn rough, Gordon. I ain't no damn ball bat."
"Yeah, sure. Sure, sure!" He reached over to touch my nipples.
"Oooo, that's better," I cooed, my anger instantly forgotten.
Gordon unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, ready to stab me.
"Ain't you gonna take them all off?" I tugged at his sweat shirt.
"Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah, I guess I better!"
He was eager now, so close to his first fuck that his eyes were dilated, and he yanked off his clothing before I had a chance to pick up the pan from the kitchen floor. Gordon was a bit skinny. Lots of suntanned muscles, with rope-like tendons in his strong arms, while the hair in his crotch reminded me of sunflower petals. Yet with all that strength, all that athletic ability, Gordon was a real dud. His cock was so tiny I had seen bigger ones in diapers. It stood out hard protruding from those red hairs like the stamen to a bee, hardly big enough to pollinate a kitten.
Still the size of a cock has nothing to do with the breadth of a man's passion. Gordon proved that to me. He threw me on the cold kitchen floor, with my feet against the refrigerator, and he poked that teeny weenie between my legs.
"I got it in!" he screeched. "I can feel it right in your cunt!"
Maybe he could. But I couldn't feel much except the weight of his bony body above me. It's a good thing a girl has a clitoris or else I would have been left totally blank with Gordon. He was fucking like a madman, screeching and belching with joy, while I needed penetration. Sure I got a little orgasm from having his pecker against my little man-in-the-boat, but a girl needs penetration. The deeper the better!
"It's gonna spurt!" Gordon snickered with glee after he pumped for a few minutes.
He almost sat up on my midriff when he felt the sperm squirt out of his ridiculous pecker, and from the way he carried on you would have thought he really accomplished a new marvel. For him it was a home run, while he didn't even get me to first base.
Afterward we made the fudge and watched a little TV, and Gordon tried to make love to me. We sat on the couch and I enjoyed his kisses, the feel of his hands on my tingling titties. But when he got all worked up again, and wanted to have seconds, I figured it was time for me to call Colin Brown.
Girls develop a lot quicker than boys emotionally. We were told that in physical hygiene and it's true. At least it was true with me and Gordon. He bugged me something awful after our little date. He sent me love letters in class and he begged me for another date.
"I love you so much!" he wrote in his notes. "I can't even concentrate on baseball anymore!"
Gordon had to grow up, only I wasn't about to be his teacher. So my experiment to have a steady fucker failed miserably. In a way I was glad it did, because Paula was already having trouble with her boy friend. They argued a lot, and she was crying more than ever, until they reminded me of Susie Patch and her steady.
Susie was a nice girl. Went to church all the time and didn't mess around at all. Did her homework, kept the house clean, and dreamed about marriage with a house of her own filled with children. The last girl in school you would dream could get screwed up.
She did.
For all her caution, her high moral standards and her genuine beauty of soul, she got screwed up the worst way. Fell in love. There went her virginity. Gone with the wind. She was still in love with the boy, while he returned the emotion, but it brought them such problems that Susie never laughed any more. They were old before their time.
Such scenes lay heavy on the rest of us teenagers until we become wary of the value called Love. I remember it was about that same time a movie came to town, a movie about Las Vegas. Most of us saw the show because it was good entertainment yet it stuck in our minds because of the girls in the casinos. All those gorgeous females, having the time of their lives, happy, smiling, laughing, dressed in fancy costumes while they had a ball, running around almost naked while-a world of men fell at their feet. To me and the girls I knew then, it appeared a sweeter future than the prospect of house bills and squawling kids.
"Maybe it's the books they teach us out of now," Paula told me when I brought up the subject of the difference between our generation and the last ones.
"Or maybe we ain't so dumb any more? Maybe we figure it's better to face up to sex than sneak around back alleys the way people used to do?"
"I dunno, Angie. When you come right down to it, sex isn't the only thing. I ain't very happy and I get all the screwing I need."
"Do you really, Paula?"
"Well, not really. It gets a little boring with the same guy all the time. We keep on trying, and we pretend it's the same, but the magic is gone."
"I see that all the time when I'm babysitting."
"Could you maybe fix me up with Colin again?"
"Do your own calling, Paula. I got troubles of my own."
"Who you sitting for this weekend?"
"Susan Lovely."
"Oh, not again! I thought you didn't like her?"
"I don't. She thinks the world revolves around her. But there's lots of people at her place. I could tell you something about the last time I sat for her that would turn you green with envy."
"A secret?"
"Sort of. Now I've got a nice savings account."
"Oh, you didn't, really!" "Like hell I didn't. Now I can buy any gown I want for graduation!"
"Gee, Angie. That doesn't sound very nice."
"Fuck it. Most of the girls in school give in for the price of a fifty-cent malted!"
"Yeah, I guess that's right when you think about it. But don't you feel funny about taking money for it?"
"Why should I? Maybe I'll grow up to be a whore for all I know. That's better than moping around the way Susie Patch does. All screwed up for nothing."
"Can I go with you this weekend?"
"Sure, why not? I know how you can earn two hundred dollars."
"You mean from screwing?"
"Sure."
"Aw, nobody'd pay that much for sex, Angie! There's too much of it free any more!"
"Maybe so, but I know a guy who'll give you plenty if you can take all his cock."
"How, big is it?"
"Remember that horse in the pasture behind school? The one that always has a hard-on?"
"Aw, nobody could have a peter that big!"
"Just you wait and see."
"You sure he pays money, Angie? Or do we have to pay him for it?"
"You mean you're willing to try?"
"Geez, I'd give my allowance for a year just to see one that size!"
"Okay, but don't blame me if he splits you wide open."
"Gawd, I wish the weekend would hurry!"
Chapter Six
Why do girls fuck?
It was a question that seemed obvious when Paula and I first thought about it.
"Sure, we do cause it's fun!" she laughed. "I'd rather fuck than eat!"
But we talked about it and found out screwing isn't so obvious after all. There are thousands of reasons why girls spread their legs to a man, and out of curiosity Paula and I made a little list. We talked to some of the girls in school to get their opinions and you'd be surprised why virginity is a thing of the past. Naturally our list isn't complete but I thought you might like to see some of the reasons why a female exposes her cunt.
First of all we found out that a girl really thinks about fucking. All the time. No matter what else she does a girl is aware of her own sexuality. And if you opened her skull you'd find a million peckers dancing in there.
"I did it the first time because I wanted to find out what it'd feel like," Andrea Tate told us. "All my life I heard about screwing, and it's in the movies and the books and everything, so I just wanted to find out about it. Now I do it because I love it!"
Audrey Andrews does it because she loves her boy friend and he expects sex with her.
Temple Domer does it to spite her parents.
Phoebe Allen does it because she's fat and ugly, and fucking gives her a measure of popularity. Even handsome boys date Phoebe just to "dip their wick" as she calls it.
Sonia Bedowill screws because she likes the demolition derby. Anybody who'll take her, can have some pussy.
Thelma Rutmon fucks every time there is a big exam coming up. She trades pussy for good grades.
Shirley Peterson and Barbara Blader get gang fucked all the time, because they like to hitchhike around the valley. When some guys pick them up they know they have to pay with pussy.
Wanda Handrax let three boys fuck her a couple years ago, because they saw her steal candy from the market. They promised not to tell if they could all have a little sex.
Dolores Del Rio gives it to her stepfather so he'll pay the rent and they won't get kicked out of that old house.
Maijorie Turner screws a bunch of guys, because her gang roller-skates all the time and she doesn't want to be a party poop.
Mary Madman lets other females suck her cunt, because she doesn't like boys.
The list goes on and on, yet I've discovered one thing in common for all of us. No matter what excuse we give for our first screw, or the reasons why we go right on doing it, the truth is we like to fuck!
"What else can we do?" Paula shrugged as we checked our findings. "Everything else is dumb, or isn't very important, and it always comes back to sex. I'd get bored as hell if we couldn't do it."
Me too.
So I took Paula with me to Susan Lovely's mansion, and she promised to give me half the two-hundred if she could take all that monster cock.
"I don't want you girls fucking things up!" Susan Lovely was angry when I brought a friend.
"I see horny little bitches like you at my clinic every day, and I don't want you to fuck around with my guests. You understand?"
She had a pretty face but her anger made her ugly, and I still got the impression she was unhappy in spite of all that money. Still she had to let Paula stay because very few girls would sit for the wicked bitch. She treated us like furniture anyway, or like the worms that were necessary in her lawn to keep the grass healthy.
This party was a repeat of the last one, so it seemed that Susan Lovely was in a rut. There were some different people this night, and some of the same ones as before, and everybody appeared to be having a good time. Lots of alcohol and food, loud music, dancing and swimming, till it reminded me of a picture I saw once in a book. The picture was a scene from hell.
"I'd sure like to have one of those gowns," Paula told me as we watched the socialites.
"Yeah, they must cost plenty all right."
"Wouldn't it be swell to be rich, Angie?"
"You damn right. One of these days I'm gonna have all that money, too."
"How you gonna do that?"
"Open a whorehouse."
"Aw, you wouldn't, really!"
"Like hell I wouldn't. You think I wanna go through life pinching pennies the way my folks do? Not on your life! I don't care what I have to do, one of these days I'm gonna have plenty."
"Money won't make you happy, Angie."
"That's what they say. But I don't see too many people laughing when they're hungry, either."
"Yeah, I guess that's true."
"Sure it's true. How many people do we know that got divorced because they were broke? All that love and roses goes sour real quick when the bills pile up. Yet look at Susan Lovely and her husband over there by the pool having a gay old time. They hate each other's guts but they can still have fun together. If you have enough money you can buy a lot of smiles."
"You really gonna sell yourself, Angie?"
"Sure hope I can, Paula. I got the idea when that banker paid me. The one who's gonna fuck you tonight."
"Maybe he won't want to do it to me?"
"Sure he will. Older men love young stuff. They'll pay plenty. That's what I'm counting on, really. To get a nice bank account while I have something of value. Criminey, every housewife in the country thinks she could make a million bucks if she turned professional. But you know what, Paula?"
"What?"
"There ain't a housewife in the world could get more than about twenty bucks for it. So all that talk about purity and keeping yourself for one man is a lot of bull. When a woman ain't worth more than twenty bucks for everything she's got, no wonder they have to take all that crap from a husband."
"You sound cynical, Angie."
"Maybe so. But I'm saying the truth. How many men do you think are true to their wives? I mean, true for their whole lives?"
"None at all, I guess."
"Well, there must be a few of them around somewhere. But even those guys dream of strange pussy. And they get all worked up if they see a girl bend over, or catch a glimpse of a bare tit in the movies."
"That's just natural, Angie."
"Sure it is. And it's natural for people to want strange sex. Everybody needs a change. That's what I'm banking on."
"You really are gonna be a professional?"
"Maybe. I'd sure like to. You know how much I like to screw. But there's more to it than that. Lots of women would sell their pussy if they could get rich. It ain't that easy. Lots of husbands would help their wives to sell it if it would give 'em a big bank account, too. Once you've lost your cherry, what's the difference? You can't wear it out."
"How you gonna do it, Angie? How you gonna make money with your body?"
"Damned if I know, Paula. Guess I'll just have to feel my way along. There's so much free stuff any more a guy has to be crazy to pay for it."
"Yeah, I know. Most of the girls in school would be eager to screw for that banker you told me about. And he wouldn't have to pay very much, either."
"That's him over there. Pouring another drink."
Alfred DeMarco wasn't such a bad-looking man after all, because he had a distinguished air about him as I watched the way he moved around. And when I imagined the huge cock he had in his pants I was sorry Paula came along. Maybe I wouldn't be able to take all that cock, yet it would sure be fun to try again! There was something fascinating, something terrifying, about a giant prick. Sex and death were so intertwined in my mind at that time, like pain and birth, that I wanted Alfred to make me scream with sexual agony. I didn't realize it then but now I understand that a woman needs pain. Even the soaring glory of an orgasm s the echo of female torment.
We didn't get Alfred DeMarco alone until almost eleven o'clock, and then he didn't want Paula.
"I offered to pay you, Angie," he said. "I could give the money to the girls at the bank if sex was that important. I really like you."
"Paula's the same age as me, Mr. DeMarco. You said you wanted somebody young."
"Yes, that's true. But you satisfied my curiosity. And there are any number of women, mature women, who have more beauty than an undeveloped teenager."
"Hey, I'm developed!" Paula was angry. "I got titties almost as big as Angie!"
"I wasn't referring to physical attributes, young lady. Certainly a young girl has a natural beauty that is quite incomparable. Still there are other qualities that tempt a man."
"You mean a grown woman is sexier than a young girl?" Paula frowned.
"In the long run that is certainly true," Alfred told her. "A woman develops charisma with years until she is able to satisfy a man on equal terms. There's a lot more to love than flesh and bones."
"We ain't talking about love," I reminded Alfred. "I just thought you might like to try my friend."
"Perhaps I would, Angie. Yet I would much prefer you. Any man would like to make love to you."
I was flattered but it still made me mad when Alfred wouldn't give any sex to Paula. Under different circumstances that old banker would get a hard-on just looking at her sweet beauty. The alcohol must have mellowed his glands enough to relax him just then, so I took advantage of visual aids.
"Don't you think this looks nice?" I said as I lifted Paula's skirt to expose her pink panties.
"Oh, don't do that, Angie!" Paula yanked her skirt down again, and she was embarrassed.
Alfred DeMarco set his drink on a table, while his face got flushed.
"Perhaps I was hasty." His voice was husky. "Paula is a very pretty girl."
He was hooked and I knew it. Once a man gets a bone-on he forgets about lots of things. Once his mind gets focused on pussy, he forgets the pale arguments of sanity.
"You can fuck her," I tempted as Alfred stared at her lush young' body. "We came here so you could fuck her, Alfred."
He didn't even know I was standing there and he didn't even hear my voice. After visions of her tender thighs, the soft under things, were dancing in his brain until the effect was interpreted in his loins. I could see the massive prick swell in his trousers while his face got all blotchy with passion.
"I'll pay you good, honey," he panted. "I'll give you fifty bucks if you want."
"Two hundred," I reminded.
"Yes. Oh yes. That's fair. Whatever you want. Ooohh, you're such a pretty girl! What'd you say your name is?"
Alfred could hardly walk as I took the two of them upstairs to one of the many bedrooms. His cock was so big it was like walking on three legs, and Paula kept giving me nervous little smiles.
"Please don't come in, Angie!" she begged when I started into the bedroom with them.
"But I wanted to watch, Paula! It was my idea after all, and I wanted to watch!"
"Please!"
She was frightened, like a girl with a boy's hand in her crotch for the first time, so I left them alone. It wasn't easy because I had visions of that beautiful abnormal cock. All swollen and deadly. Ready to penetrate her body.
It got me so hot and bothered I went back down to sneak a cocktail. Nobody paid much attention to me since there were so many guests at the house. I got the drink Alfred DeMarco left on the table, and it tasted good. Cool and tangy, with a taste of mint. It wasn't the first time I tasted alcohol and I expected there would be plenty of the good stuff in my future.
After I drank the cocktail I went upstairs to check the children and they were sleeping peacefully, then I tiptoed past the bedroom where Paula was getting done. Silence.
Alfred must be kissing her breasts, I figured, or toying with her juicy young cunt. He would do that now that he had a youngster alone in the bedroom, where he could take all the time he wanted to enjoy the sweet luxury of- her youthful body.
Lucky Paula!
I needed sex too.
But Susan Lovely told me not to fuck around with her guests. She was bitch enough to kick me out of the house if she caught me, so I had to be careful. I found another drink on a vase-stand, only this one was sour. Still it went down easy and I was feeling good, so I walked right out to the pool area. Maybe they thought I was a servant or something because even out here among the party nobody paid attention to me. I got another drink from a tray and sat down to watch the merrymakers. They were really having fun, laughing and dancing and carrying on like there wasn't a care in the world. I envied them for sure, and hoped my plans for the future really would include riches. It would be hell to get stuck in a crummy little house without cash enough to pay the bills. The mere thought terrified me. Life would be so much brighter, and filled with laughter, if a girl had money
I paid close attention to a woman I recognized. Her photo was in the papers often and her name was told with a sort of awe around town. Cora Truffinger. A powerfully rich old dowager. Homely as a mud fence. Wrinkled. Worn out. Still the guests kowtowed to the old bag. They hung around her like maggots on a dead carcass, screeching with laughter every time she uttered a word.
Power.
Money.
When you were rich, it didn't matter if your body was dried as a prune. You were still somebody. And I vowed again to do whatever I had to do for cash.
It was then I learned another thing about sex, too. One of the guests was a very fat female, so bulky that her tits were like udders on a cow. Still she had sex appeal. To some of the men at the party. Just because she had a cunt they had never seen before, ugly or not, they were caught by her sexual exhibition. The woman was stripping at the pool, ready to dive or jump into the water. When she got down to her underwear I almost puked. Her buttocks were so huge they hung out of her ridiculously small black bikini panties and when she bent over to take off her shoes I could see her cunt hairs. The panties had slipped right into the liver lips of her huge twat and that gaping hole looked big enough to drive a truck in. It made me sick but some of the men got all excited.
"Man, look a' that pussy!"
"Wheow, ain't that purty"
"Shit, I think I'll fuck it!"
One of them did. He flopped out his cock and walked over to the fat matron, stuck his cock between the cheeks of her ass and started fucking her right there at the edge of the pool.
"Eeeeeeee, that tickles!" the fatso giggled.
I guess it did, because her cunt was so big the guy could have put his arm in there. Still she got screwed. She was better off than me.
All I got was hard up.
I tried to strike up a conversation with a guy who was standing next to me, then I saw Susan Lovely throw me a dagger look from across the pool, so I got the hell away from her friends. If she caught me now, and caught Paula upstairs there would be hell to pay.
I went back up the stairs. Maybe I could peek in to see what Alfred DeMarco was doing with my friend.
You could hear them clear down in the foyer.
Even before I ran up the steps. I could hear Paula and that banker in the bedroom.
There should have been shrieks of joy, happy little sounds that women make when they're having fun.
All I could hear was screaming.
Paula was busting her tonsils with excruciating screams, and I could imagine what was happening to her young cunt.
Chapter Seven
I didn't get laid that night because Paula woke up the children with her screaming, and we got caught by Susan Lovely.
"You fucking kids make me sick!" Susan exploded when she found me hiding in the kitchen. "Going around fucking the goddam fucking neighborhood! Think all there is to the fucking world is your fucking cunts! You fucking little bastards!"
She really got ugly, and she slapped me around while she was screaming, and she got so carried away I think she needed a psychiatrist. It didn't make sense to me. All her guests came to her place for an orgy yet she denied the same privilege to me and my friends. I guess there just wasn't enough screwing to go around, or maybe she was afraid us kids would woo away the men of the city, and then there wouldn't be any for her.
In a way she was right because the word got around there were some youngsters who would fuck for cash. I got so many phone calls after that night that I let two other friends in on our fun. Tawnie Patrick and her brother David. Tawnie fucked the husbands while David did the wives, and I got so much screwing for two weeks I felt like a movie star. My bank account was growing by leaps and bounds while my ripe young body got so attuned to steady sex I really felt beautiful. There's something about fucking that brings the peaches to a girl's cheeks, makes her walk with a ballet step and gives sparkle to her eye. Right then I could have had the most popular boys in school because they were asking for dates, yet I still preferred older men. Boys were like skim milk to me.
"You're a real little sex machine!" one of the men groaned while he was grinding away at my cunt. "Man, you're so hot down there it's burning my cock!"
I got so I could orgasm five or six times during a nice fuck, and I loved it so much anybody could have gotten it for free.
Yet why do that when you can put money in the bank? It wouldn't last forever and I knew it. "Make hay while the sun shines" is what it said in a poem in my school book, so I was taking that sage advice.
Paula couldn't do it, though. Alfred tore up her cunt so bad she had to stay in bed for a week, and she had scars on her titties where the old bastard tried to bite off her nipples.
"It ain't fun that way, Angie," she moaned when I went to visit her. "I can hardly pee any more. He must've gone right into my uterus."
Alfred didn't pay her, since Susan Lovely raised so much hell. So I went right down to the bank and got the money.
"You didn't have to come here!" Alfred was all put out with me in his proper establishment.
"Just pay up, Alfred. You got it and you gotta pay Paula"
"I didn't even get to finish!" he pouted. "They made me stop! They dragged me off that girl just when t was feeling good!"
"You could of killed her. It's good they made you stop when they did. You got too big a pecker. Better you go to screwing horses or something."
"Well, I'm sorry if I hurt your friend. I didn't mean to hurt her, and I just got carried away. There's still a bonus for any girl who can take it all. Just once in my life I'd like to know what it's like to get it all in."
"I ain't bringing any more friends. You're gonna fuck somebody to death one of these days."
"I'll raise the ante to five hundred, Angie. And it doesn't have to be a teenager. Any woman who can take it all."
"Nobody can take all that meat, Alfred."
"Oh yes they can, Angie. Down at the Vespers there's some women who can take it."
"You mean the whorehouse down at Mulvanie Street?"
"Yes. They have women who are trained to please a man. Any man. No matter what."
"Whyn't ya go down there then? You won't have to pay no five hundred dollars to them."
"Naturally. But a man in my position can't be seen in that company."
"You mean it's okay for all you hotshots to go to a party and fuck all over the place, do it to each other's wives, only you can't go ahead and pay for a nice little piece of ass at a whorehouse?"
"Shhh-hhh! People can hear you!"
"I don't care if they do. You people make me sick with your hypocrisy. You're the ones who make the laws, but then you go ahead and make another set for yourselves. Why don't you just admit you like sex and go ahead like poor people do?"
"You're angry, Angie, and you aren't making sense. Maybe you better leave the bank now?"
"Fuck you, Alfred. Gimme the money so I can put it in my account."
"I owe it to Paula, not to you."
"Don't you worry. I'll see that Paula gets her share. And by the way, why don't you go to one of them clinics in Switzerland? They can make girls outta boys, so maybe they can shave a pound off your pecker."
"Do you really think they could do that!"
"How the hell should I know? Maybe they'll put your cock in a pencil sharpener and make it normal, for all I can guess. At least maybe you could have some nice sex. The way everybody else does."
"You know, Angie, that's a good idea. Now why haven't I thought of that before? Maybe I can enjoy sexual relations after all!"
He was drumming his fingers on the desk, thinking far away, when I left. I wondered what they'd do with his pecker meat when they cut it down to size? Maybe make hotdogs out of it. Or sell it to lonely widows as a keepsake.
Alfred was grateful for the suggestion whether he acted on it or not, but for me something else was more important. Alfred mentioned the Vespers. The whorehouse. And I wondered if they could give me some lessons. I understood that it wouldn't be easy to turn professional. The competition was too keen, until a girl needed special training to make money over the years.
So I went down to the Vespers and asked the Madam.
"Christ a mighty, kid!" She was nervous. "You wanta get me in trouble? You're too young to be here!"
"I just want to know how to do it." I refused to budge from the front door. "I gotta learn how."
"This ain't no fucking college, kid! Go lay under the bandstand and learn how!"
"Oh, I already did it plenty of times. But I wanta learn how to make money."
"You're too young I could get my ass in a sling."
"I'll pay you for lessons."
"Now ain't that a hot one!" The Madam laughed at me until her big boobs shook under the black negligee she was wearing. "Here we are selling pussy day and night, and a snot-nose kid comes along and wants to pay us to lose her maidenhead! Now ain't that a hot one!"
"I ain't no cherry."
"The hell you ain't, honey. Just because you let some smart ass school kid put a cock between your legs, doesn't mean you ain't dumb about screwing."
"That's what I been saying. I need to learn."
"Well fuck off, sweetie! We got applications for the next thirty years already! We don't need no fucking kid in the game. So fuck off, will ya!"
She slammed the door in my face and I could see her glaring from behind the glass while she talked excitedly to some of her whores. They got so loud I figured they meant to come out and beat the shit out of me, so I scrammed outta there. When I got home I tried to plan my own whorehouse. I could get hundreds of girls from school and we could start a teenage bordello. The only problem with that was the fact it wouldn't work. Why should a school kid give us his allowance for the year, for one little jump, when he could all he wanted in the hall? And married men wouldn't come to fuck us because they'd be scared. No pussy was worth going to jail over.
I couldn't even get laid by the guests at Susan Lovely's place any more. She put out the word to her friends and they stopped calling.
So I not only stopped making money, I lost all the pleasure of sexual contacts as well. It got so bad I had to screw Danny Turnbale, and even though he was a handsome boy, he was still a boy. My classmate. And all that fumbling and immature violence didn't help very much. I needed a real man to satisfy my hunger.
Babysitting was my only hope Except that I didn't get any offers to baby-sit. This was right after the Christmas Holidays and everybody was broke so they didn't party very much.
Until one night, just when I was going crazy for a real good fuck, Lawrence Hepner called. He was a truck driver who was on the road for months at a time. He just got back to town, and he wanted to take his wife out for a party. Now Lawrence isn't my idea of a lover. He always needs a shave and he thinks he's all dressed up if he has on a clean T-shirt and his Levi's aren't torn. But he was a man, he was real, and I was gonna be in the same house with him. I meant to have a feel of his cock if l died from it!
They came home early, just after midnight, and they were half plastered. Happy and laughing, touching each other because they were apart so many months of the year. I tried to put the make on Lawrence. He ignored me, because he had the hots for his pretty wife Margo.
When they went to bed I knew I was screwed Lawrence got to feeling up his wife until she squealed with delight, so there wasn't gonna be any left for me. Anyway I meant to have a little share of their joy, so I sneaked down the hall and pushed the bedroom door open a crack.
Lawrence was naked on the bed, and so was Margo. That truck driver's hairy body sent Goosebumps up my spine, so I tried not to scream while I watched him play with Margo's white titties. She was a pretty woman, small, young, with dark hair and a stunning figure. Even in the moonlit room I could see the shape-of her nice titties and when Lawrence got to sucking on them I creamed myself.
"Ooooooo, that feels good ... !" Margo gurgled with joy. "It feels so good, honey! Bite them harder, honey!"
Lawrence took a hairy paw and started to fumble around her crotch until Margo babbled with pleasure.
"Stick it in, Lawrence! Finger fuck me a little, honey!"
He did.
I could see his big fist down there, playing with her wet twat, and I could even hear the squisshhhh when his finger sunk in and out of her cunt.
"Aaaaauugghh-hhhhh ... !" she groaned. "Ooowwweee-eee!"
She was getting ready to have her first orgasm but I was ahead of Margo. I already had one and was building up to a better one when Lawrence rolled onto his back.
"Suck it for me, honey!" he groaned as he pulled at his prick.
Margo got on her haunches and took that beautiful cock right into her mouth.
"Ummmm-mmmm ... !" she choked on the marvelous thing. "Unnnnggggkkkk ... !"
She was moving her head up and down, suck-fucking her husband, while he reached up to stick a finger in her cunt. I could see Lawrence squirm from the hot sensation of her mouth while his swollen testicles throbbed with a life of their own. Any minute now he was gonna shoot and waste all that lovely jism.
Margo's tits were dangling down into the moonlight, the red tips all sweet and tempting, so Lawrence got one of her fits in his mouth and sucked on it.
"Aaaauuugghh-hhh, I can't stand it !" Margo let go of his precious prick. "It's, been too long, Lawrence, and I can't stand it!"
She was quivering with delight, ready to have a big orgasm, so Lawrence got her.
With brutal force he threw her back on the bed and stuck his head between her legs.
"Ggrruunncchhhh ... !" I could hear him biting on her cunt lips. "Ssssllluuuurrrpppp ... !"
He was sucking the pussy juice right out of her body while Margo went berserk. She kicked and she screamed and she beat him on the back, while she tried to lock her legs around his hairy head.
"Suck the fucking thing, Lawrence! Put your tongue in there, honey! Do it for me, honey! Suck my cunt, honey ... ! Ooooooo! Aaaaauuuuggghhhh! Oowwww-eeee-iiii!"
Lawrence sucked too long and gave his wife a giant orgasm, then she shivered like warm Jell-o as she lay there all pooped while he tried to fuck her. She was letting him do it to her, all right, but she was too far gone to be of much help. It was feeling good to him for sure, even if it was a dead fuck now.
"I'm gonna shoot" he barked after a couple of minutes. "It's gonna come right in ya, Margo honey ... !"
The hot jism made Margo squeal once more, and it's a good thing Lawrence came when he did. One more second and I meant to rush in there and get under him myself. Maybe he would a knocked out my teeth afterward or something, or maybe Margo would have got real pissed off, but when you're in such a state as I was you don't consider the consequences. That's why I was glad later on that Lawrence came when he did, because it made me come too. I did it so hard it knocked me to my knees right there in the hallway, and I didn't hear the kids bawling from all the commotion for a long time.
Lawrence screwed his wife two more times that night because I could hear them in there. Making up for lost time. So that gave me the idea to try the truck stop. That one over on Fourteenth and Carson Streets. Lots of truck-drivers over there and I heard they're always on the make.
I wasn't disappointed. The very first guy I gave the come-on took me up on it.
"We gotta shower in the back of the, cafe," he told me. He was a big guy with massive arms and he chewed tobacco because I could see it in his beard.
He made sure nobody else was in the shower before he called me in, and then we got in the water together. He stood me up against the wall while the water splashed in my face, and he rammed his big naked cock right up my steaming cunt.
"Do it hard!" I begged. "I need a good one, Mister! Do it hard!"
Wow! Did he ever!
That guy fucked me halfway up the shower stall, holding me right off the floor on the end of his cock, and when he busted his nuts it damn near killed us both. He was stabbing that prick between my legs while I wrapped my legs around him for more, and he got to humping so hard it knocked my head on the shower spout. By now the water was running cold but I could hardly feel such inconsequential things.
"Do it harder!" I screamed. "Fuck me hard!"
He pumped so furious it rattled my teeth, and when he jizzed it took his strength. We fell on the hard tile floor and he almost broke his kneecap, while it knocked me senseless against the shower wall. Still we had a great little fuck and I was grateful, except he said he'd have to lay over a day or two.
"I can't drive with a sore leg like this!" he groaned as he massaged his knee. "C'mon, let's go in the cafe and I'll buy you some lunch."
So I got paid for that screw after all, with a sandwich, and the guy let me talk on his CB radio. That was fun and I met some nice people on the CB, and I got to wondering if a girl could set up a rolling Vespers. Maybe travel around the country screwing truck drivers or something. Except, those guys met lots of girls, they told me, and they didn't have to pay for pussy. A sandwich or a glass of beer, that was all their women expected.
"The highway's full of broads," the driver told me as we ate. "Hell, I save a thousand a year in taxes that way. I show on my forms I paid for motels, when I stay with somebody's wife. Fun, eh!"
I had to agree, and I was beginning to wonder if the World's Oldest Profession was a thing of the past it's hard to sell bread when doughnuts are free.
Anyway my birthday was coming up and I was going to be sixteen, the time of life when dreams are real and you have a fire in your blood that turns the universe bright. There was still time to learn the tricks of the trade. If other women could get screwed and make money then I felt sure my future was secure. After all I was bright enough to keep a B average in school, so how much harder would it be to learn what comes naturally?
And how many people are lucky enough to get fucked and have a ball while they're learning their chosen profession!
Chapter Eight
When a butterfly finds a special bush that has delightful sweets, it keeps going back to that precious pasture.
The same with me, at that truck stop. I figured that when things got real bad, when I needed a fuck so much it made me have cramps, I could always slip into that shower and let one of those bully drivers have a go. The problem was the guy who owned the place. It seemed I wasn't the only teenager who found this land of milk and honey.
"Take your fucking someplace else," the guy told me when he saw me near the gas pumps. "You want I should get closed down?"
It was the same at malt shops, drug stores, or the parking lots where us school kids sometimes hung around. Nobody wanted young hotshots on the premises because it gave the place a bad name, and besides we didn't have the cash to help any businessman. I suppose they had a point all right because shoppers didn't like to go into a place where a gang of restless kids were goofing around. We didn't have much finesse then anyway, because some of the kids went to feeling each other up right there on the car hoods, proving to the world they were very adult when it comes to sex. Some of the girls, even flashed their titties at married people. The men liked that okay but the wives got skittery.
Actually I didn't get a big bang out of hanging with the other kids because they seethed so immature, still I had to have friends so I went along with the scene. I even let a couple of the boys fuck me once in a while and it wasn't too bad, except they always got on a love kick. Young boys are too romantic for my blood. They get serious over a little thing like a healthy screw, and they always want you to be a steady. Keep true blue. While they go ahead and fuck around with other girls.
So even if I tried it was impossible for me to be very serious about my school chums and their limited outlook on life. The only time I found they showed a bit of vision was when they smoked grass, or popped a pill, but of course their futuristic extensions were twisted by their "high" and didn't have any real foundation.
"You're too fuckin' serious, Angie," Carlos Zapeda told me one day. "The world's gonna get blown to hell anyway, so we might as well have a ball."
"People said the same thing a thousand years ago, Carlos."
"Maybe so. Maybe so. But none of us got a future and you know it. They're gonna turn us all into robots for the politicians. Might as well enjoy things while we can."
Carlos echoed the fears of every kid in school and we were frightened. Looking down the road to faraway years there wasn't much hope. Perhaps that's why we lost our morals and found it difficult to be serious about anything.
Still I didn't want to face any years without a little cash in hand. So many times my chums couldn't even afford gas for their cars, new spark plugs when they were needed, and they were so penniless they sometimes had to sneak into the drive-in movie because they couldn't afford a ticket. Bombs were bad, politicians were sneaky, earthquakes made me tremble, but the most horrible concept I could summon had to do with poverty. If I got killed in the holocaust or was sucked into the ground by natural disasters then nothing could help and it didn't matter anyway. Yet the prospect of getting up one day, and being hungry, without a dime to my name, was the most terrifying fear I could imagine.
Above all else I wanted money.
And there is only one way a young girl can make a lot of dough.
"Let's go fuck somebody," I told Paula one day just after my sixteenth birthday.
"Who you got in mind, Angie?"
"Somebody with money. Before school's out for the year I wanta have a thousand dollars saved up."
"Gee, I'd like that too. Only who's gonna pay us that much for a little sex?"
"Nobody. But maybe we can think up something?"
I went to see Alfred DeMarco, and he hadn't bought tickets for Switzerland yet. "Maybe I'll do it one of these days," he said.
He refused to have anything to do with Paula and me. Said that Susan Lovely put out the word to keep away from jail bait. None of her friends would pay a dime for pussy.
"And if you girls cause trouble we're prepared to fight you in court. You can't afford a lawyer, and we have lots of power. Some of the judges are our friends, you know."
"Aw, fuck you, Albert. And Susan Lovely, too! We wasn't gonna make any trouble."
"Just thought I'd remind you, Angie."
"You rich people stick together, don't you?"
"We have to, girls. There's more of you than us, and we don't want to lose what we have."
Alfred was right and I didn't blame him a bit. When I got rich nobody was gonna take it away from me either!
I did some babysitting but couldn't get screwed, even when I was willing, to do it for free. Everything I tried went sour. I guess I was trying too hard. And the few pennies I earned from babysitting hardly paid for a Dutch date with my school chums. I was getting despondent, even desperate, so I went back to the Vespers.
"Goddamnit, kid, I told you to get lost!" The Madam was furious.
"I'm gonna lay on your porch until you show me how to do it!" I was adamant. "I gotta earn some money."
She slammed the door on me and when I stood there for an hour she came out and threw a bucket of water on me. But I was determined. Finally she let me in the door.
"You fuckin' kids are gonna be the death of me." She was ready to cry. "Can't you just leave us alone? We ain't hurtin' nobody. We just wanta make a living."
"Me too," I assured her. "I ain't gonna work for no company the rest of my life filing papers or something for a lousy few bucks a week. The government takes most of it anyway."
"We have to pay taxes too, honey."
"Oh, you're kidding!"
"Fucking is a business, sweetie. Uncle Sam wants his cut out of the pussy profits too."
"You still make plenty, don't you?"
"Some girls do. It depends. Some of them can't even earn enough to pay for douche water."
"So teach me how to be a good one. Please?"
It was a ridiculous situation when you think about it. Here I was a sexual infant, untrained in the fine arts of pleasing a man, and I couldn't make ten cents with my healthy young body. While some of the women in the Vespers were hags. Beat-up floozies with too much makeup, sagging breasts, and meat on their bones that was disfigured and bruised with countless years of sexual torment. Still these women were doing what they liked, fucking the males of the city and making money at it.
"I want in," I told the Madam as I looked around the beautiful interior of the place. "I mean to make money with my screwing and I don't care what I have to do to get it."
"You ready to get the shit beat out of you, honey?"
"What d'ya mean?"
"Some men like to whip their ladies. They use belts, and their fists, and they kick the skit out of you."
"That ain't want I got in mind."
"You want to be a professional, don't you?"
"Yeah, but I only want to screw."
"Sex has many faces, honey. Some guys piss in your face, or crap under your armpits. It's the way they get their kicks. And you gotta be willin' to give 'em what they want. You ready to smack a guy on the cock with a rubber hammer? Or stick your tongue in his asshole?"
"Oh, they don't want that!"
"They sure do, sweetie. And that ain't the half of it You ever have a guy put raisins up your cunt and then get 'em out with his tongue? Or paint your tits with chocolate syrup and then lick it off?"
"Wow, that sounds okay!"
"Well then, how'd you like a guy to strap a dildo on you and then make you fuck him up the keester?"
"Do they do that?"
"Listen, honey. There ain't a fuckin' thing you can think of that people don't do with sex. I even had one guy bring a fuckin' monkey in here. He wanted one of my girls to let that fuckin' ape screw her. Can you imagine!"
"Gee, what'd ya do?"
"We fucked the monkey of course. We're here to make money, ain't we? And a cock's a cock, even if it is hanging on some goddam beast."
"You're trying to scare me."
"Sure I am. You gotta know what you're gettin' into, right?"
"Right."
"Well, this business ain't no picnic. We work harder than, any secretary."
"But you have more fun."
"Sometimes. Sometimes it's real hard. I already had most of my teeth knocked out one time or another, and I had a sailor once who wanted to slice off my tits."
"Why'd he wanta do that?"
"He got sunk in the war and ended up on one of them islands, living with some natives. I guess they was cannibals or somethin' because this sailor was real weird. And believe me, you don't have to be lost on an island to get freaky. Some of the guys in this town are a damn site worse than that!"
"Yeah, I already had a guy put axle grease on his pecker when he did it to me."
"Hell, that ain't nothin'! Guys use salt and lemon juice and bubble gum and anythin' else they can think up. They wanta stuff your cunt with cabbage and prickly pears and all kinds a' shit!"
"Do you let 'em do it?"
"Sometimes we have to. We're in business, right?"
"Right."
"The worst ones are the husbands. Guys who have a pretty wife at home. They get bored as hell with that same old stuff so they come here to charge their batteries. And they get real spaced out sometimes. Most of the times!"
"Can't a girl just screw for money? I mean, can't she just sell herself straight out?"
"You can try, sweetie. But sooner or later you're gonna run into the Martians."
"The who?"
"That's what we call 'em. The Martians. Guys who want something special with their fucking. And believe me, sooner or later they all get turned on that way!"
I wanted to stick around and watch some of the girls get screwed but the Madam told me it would bring the heat to her place, and she had been real good to me, so I left them alone.
The visit had been informative yet my riches seemed farther away than ever. It was spooky to imagine a guy doing all those things to me, or having a thousand guys trying to think up ways to abuse my body. All I wanted was a little screw, for a few dollars, and I sure didn't want to end up looking like the girls at the Vespers. Sure some of them were still pretty, but the ones who looked like they had been in the business for years were worn out. Shadows in a world of light. Garbage heaps where the men of the world came to dump the refuse of their sexual natures.
It made a girl stop and think.
Fucking was one thing, while brutality showed a facet of human personality that was horrible.
"What we gonna do, Paula?" I asked her when I told her of my visit.
"Gee, I dunno, Angie. I never did think we could make much money with screwing."
"We ain't gonna make it any other way, either."
"Yeah, I know. I guess we're doomed to a life like our folks."
"Not me, damnit! I ain't gonna cry myself to sleep every night because the utilities are gonna get shut off!"
"It's the Establishment, Angie. Just like the kids at school say. They don't want us to get ahead. Keep us down so they can dictate to us."
"We say that because we're chicken, Paula. There ain't nobody holding us back but ourselves. Lots of people still make a million bucks in this country, and we can do it too if we try."
"How many guys would we have to fuck to make a million dollars?"
"Only one, if we found the right man."
"You mean like those heroines in the books? The ones who marry a guy for his money?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Gee, that'd be swell, Angie. I'd let him screw me as many times as he wanted!" I couldn't find a millionaire just then so I let Thomas Harding fuck me for a trip to the movies. I had to get away for a while, lose myself in the dream world of the cinema. We watched one of them R-rated movies where the girl shows her tits, and it got Thomas all shook up, so I let him suck my tits in the drive-in.
And that made me think some more.
If a girl could show her tit for one second on the screen, and a million men in the country got a hard-on from it, maybe there was a way to get rich. Maybe I could fuck for one of those X-rated movies and make a deal for the percentages. Get royalties on my screwing. Linda Lovelace got rich that way and so did a lot of other women.
The next day I went to, the Studio, a movie house downtown that showed only X-rated films.
"I wanta see the manager," I told the little ticket girl in the window.
"Get lost," she frowned. "You ain't old enough to come in here."
"My daddy's in there," I lied. "You let me see the manager or I'll raise hell. My daddy should be home."
The manager took me next door and bought me a coke while I told him what I had in mind.
"Yeah, you could make a few bucks." He stared at my nice bosom. "Ain't too many kids built like you, and you sure are pretty, Angie."
"So how do I go about it?"
"Well, I've got a friend. He makes the movies in his basement. Got a franchise with one of the distributors in Burbank. Maybe he could use you."
"How much does it pay?"
"Depends on you, kid. Depends on what you've got under those clothes."
"Do I have to audition? How do they work it?"
"First you gotta let me interview you. At my apartment. If I like it, I'll send you over to see Alex."
Watching all those fuckers on his own screen made this guy horny as hell and he thought he was seducing me with all his talk about being a big movie star. What he didn't know was that I was seducing him. A grown man, with an honest to god cock, a man who would appreciate young stuff.
We fucked for two hours in his apartment.
"You're gonna castrate me, honey!" he groaned when we were having thirds. "Jeez, my balls hurt so bad I can hardly move!"
"Do it some more!" I clung to his sweaty body. "Do it harder, Mister!"
"Your cunt's on fire, Angie! It's so hot it feels like broken glass down there! Ooowww, I gotta stop for a while!"
"Do it deeper!" I cried. "Just a little longer, Mister! I think I'm gonna come again ... !"
Chapter Nine
"Turn 'em upside down and they all look alike!" Melvin Carter laughed as we watched one of the girls posing nude with her legs in the air.
Melvin was wrong of course. No two pussies look alike just the same as no two peckers are identical. Some girls have a cunt that goes halfway up their gut while some have a small slit, some have puffy pussy lips while others are sort of flat-cunted, no two clitorises are quite the same while the depth and breadth of the vagina is legend. Even in my youth I understood this truth since I had seen countless girls in the gym shower and it never ceased to amaze me the way no two people are alike. And no two people react to sex the same way either, that's why a strange piece is so real and exciting.
"Spread your legs a little more, honey," Bruce Adams told the girl as he focused his camera. "And smile like you're enjoying it. Too bad your cunt can't smile!"
We were in the basement of Bruce's home and it was a grand place to be. There were no partitions in the whole huge place so it like a theater, with lights and cameras and backdrops, just like Hollywood. Bruce made a lot of movies for stag parties and to be sold on the X-rated market, and he also took still photos for the big magazines. It was obvious he made plenty of money so I felt privileged to be a part of it. Sex was a big business and that's exactly where I wanted to be.
"Yeah, Angie, you'll do just fine," Bruce told me when he first saw me. "The younger the better for any good film, and besides that you're a real beauty. You got any qualms about fucking under the lights?"
"I enjoy a good screw."
"Sure, they all do, honey. But can you perform under the lights? Turns a lot of people off!"
"I ain't never tried it that way. But some of my friends have watched while I fucked. I've watched them a few times too."
"This is a different proposition all together, Angie. It's going on film so you have to make it look good You have to pretend the guy turns you on, even if he doesn't."
"Any guy could turn me on."
"Maybe. But sometimes we have to make retakes and it goes on for hours. Think you can act it out even when you get bored?"
Imagine getting bored with sex!
I assured Bruce I'd do my best so he let me watch while he did some still work, and I even got to see three people fucking. Two women and one man. First the girls got to sucking on each other's titties, then they tried to fuck, then this good-looking guy walked in, naked, and the three of them went to fucking each other. They ended up by having the guy lie on his back, while one girl sat on his cock. He was cunt-sucking the other female. And no matter what Bruce warned me about, you could have fooled me. Those three people went to screwing like they enjoyed it. Even when Bruce had to change film and told them to take a break, they went right on rehearsing. They fucked and sucked and groaned and moaned like I never heard before.
I was ready to do my part right then.
"Naw, we got something special for you, Angie," Bruce told me. "I can sell a film of you real quick. You look fresh and virginal and that's what the public wants."
"I ain't no virgin."
"Naturally. But you look the part. We're gonna set up a scene where a guy rapes you. We'll make it look, good, like you're a schoolgirl or something. This guy will jump you, and you have to scream and kick and fight him off. But he gets to you. Puts it in you. Understand?"
"Sure. But do I have to fight too hard? I don't mind if he really does it to me."
"This is Never-never Land, honey. Remember? This is make-believe. Far-out city. A trip from reality. So we have to give 'em something special. Work on their own secret desires, the things they want to do but can never have for real. We let people have a taste of all the sweetest sex they could ever imagine. That way nobody gets hurt and we cut down the crime rate. When they can get it in the movies they don't have to dream any more. They already got it, understand?"
"What if some people want to see animals fuck "people? Do you film that too? There's a couple of my girl friends who always wanted dogs to do it to them. And Shirley Appleby always stops to look at the horse by our school. Especially when he has a hard-on. I know she'd give anything to have that animal fuck her."
"Nothing wrong with that, Angie. We all have a secret little desire, something deep down we don't tell a damn soul about. A way to get our kicks. Getting raped, or fucking a black man, or pulling panties off young girls, or sneaking around back yards to peek in bedroom windows. We've all got something we dream about. So I put it on film to satisfy everybody."
"I don't want no animal to do it to me, Bruce."
"You don't have to worry about that, Angie. Sure I make a few of those films. And we do some whipping, and we make all kinds of kinky movies when I get a special order for it. But there ain't a big market for that kind of stuff. Not really. Most people are hung up on straight screwing. They love to watch other people fuck. Hell, I've bad parties right here at my place where I put on ten hours of film. Nobody ever leaves. There's no end to the sexual hungers of real people. Long as I've got fresh faces, new bodies, different cocks and cunts, I could keep an audience here for a year. So I guess we're fulfilling a need to the community."
I kept getting the feeling Bruce felt guilty about what he was doing since he referred to community acceptance when he talked. Maybe I'd be that way too when I was forty years old like Bruce, yet right now I wasn't concerned about morals or community standards. I was young so I wanted to do what comes naturally.
"When do I get to do it?" I asked
"An hour or so. We'll have to work outside."
"You mean I gotta get naked outside? Hey, I don't want the neighbors to see me!"
"Naw, they won't, Angie. I really like the idea of that rape scene with you. So we'll drive up to the woods and set it up. Should be a good scene."
In a way I was disappointed because here, under the lights, it seemed more like Hollywood. Deep down I was already excited, thinking about the countless men and women all over the country who would be watching me get screwed. I could be home taking a bath, or eating, or maybe in school, while somewhere, some time, people would be getting sexed-up from watching me get raped. It was a sensation that I enjoyed. An extension of my own sexual capacities until I felt like a real artist. A person who gave to the world something beyond their own personality. Maybe I was justifying myself, my own need for sexual exploitation, yet I had no guilt about it. I liked to fuck. I meant to make a living at it. And to my mind it was just another side of the coin from a housewife. A wife had to fuck for her bread too, or her husband would be chasing me and a dozen other females. So where was the wrong in enjoying the natural hungers of your own body? Lots of famous women had done it.
We drove up the canyon, and Bruce was cussing.
"Too much fuckin' sunlight!" He was mad. "I wanted it to look like dusk. Gives more drama when it's darker. Shit, now I'll have to use filters!"
He set up the scene where I had to walk through these trees, with books under my arm, and this guy follows me. I hear him coming. I run. The guy chases me. He grabs me and throws me to the ground.
Sounded okay, but we did it six times before Bruce was satisfied, and I was getting tired. That was a lot of walking and running for nothing and I got the feeling Bruce thought he was a great Hollywood director, making a big important scene.
We took a break and had some sandwiches, then he got on to fucking me. This guy grabbed me and threw me down into the leaves, and I didn't have to act about getting raped.
"Hey, lemme up!" I kicked and yelled. "This ground's too hard! It hurts my back! Oooowww, something's sticking in my back!"
Bruce had costumed me with some special tear-away clothes so the actor ripped them off and then went to fucking me.
"Look at the camera, Angie!" Bruce shouted. "Let us see the pain on your face! Look at the camera!"
Fuck him and his camera. The actor was screwing me all right but it was a dud. He didn't even have a hard-on, yet he was pounding me into that hard dirt.
"Lemme up, goddammit!" I beat on his shoulders. "Who the hell you tryin' to kid, Mister! Lemme up!"
"Cut! Cut!" Bruce bellowed as he stood up waving his arms. "For cryin' out loud, Angie! You gotta make it look real! You gotta face the camera for hell sakes! And stop that damn screaming, okay?"
"Tell him to get off!" I was angry. "He's just fuckin' around and he ain't even got it in. This ground is killing my back."
"We can dub in the sexual entry later at the studio," Bruce informed me. "Get some close-ups. Now get on with it, and for hell sakes give us some frontals, will you?"
I did my best and tried to act out the little rape scene, and later at the studio I tried to act passionate when Bruce had the actor fuck me for the close-ups. But the guy could barely get it hard until he had to jack off before it would even rise. In a way that insulted me because I never had trouble before with peckers.
"Sorry, honey," the actor shrugged. "But after a while this gets to be hard work."
That scared me. There wasn't any money in the world that was worth getting bored over sex. Even cash wouldn't do a girl any good if she wasn't a true female any more.
"I've got a great idea," Bruce told me when we finally got done with his little scene. "Tomorrow we'll dress you up as Heidi. There's some sheep up there in the hills and we can play you like a young Swede. Have a gang o guys grab you and do the whole bit. We can fuck the sheep too, and have a double shot." "I gotta tend some children tomorrow," I alibied.
"Aw, fuck that shit, Angie. What can you make from babysitting? Two bucks? Five? Hell, I'm paying a hundred bucks a film!"
"How much do you make out of it, Bruce?"
"Well, you gotta remember I've got an investment here, Angie. Then there's the distribution and the mailing and all the equipment."
"I should get more. That was hard work."
"A hundred a film, Angie. That's tops. Shit, half my women fuck all day for fifty!"
"I'll never get rich this way, Bruce. What about the royalties?"
"There ain't no royalties on stag films, sweetie. I just sell the prints. As many as I can."
"I read in the papers about those other girls, and some of them made a hundred thousand dollars from one film."
"Sure they did. Some of 'em even made more. But that's big-league stuff, sweetie. You gotta have connections to put over a big one. It's all pussy, all the same fucking, but you gotta get lucky to hit the big time."
I was not ungrateful to Bruce but a girl could get turned off fucking under the lights. The pleasure of sex just didn't belong there, at least the way he directed it, and it was laughable to have a guy humping like mad on top of you while he didn't even have a hard-on. Sex should never be laughable. It's too important, too beautiful, and I didn't want to become jaded like the other women at his studio. Even the whores at the Vespers still enjoyed their sex, so it would be better to be an outright whore than to pretend when it comes to screwing.
I told Bruce he'd have to get somebody else when he got the sheep gang-bang and he wasn't angry. "I can get all the women I need," he said. And I didn't doubt him for one minute.
My babysitting days were about finished. People get suspicious when you're sixteen and still willing to tend squawling brats while your friends are dating. The husbands don't object, but wives get jealous when a nubile young girl gets to smiling at their man.
Still I needed money because I was determined not to touch my savings, so I tried being a car-hop after school down at Danny's Burger Barn. Met some nice guys and had lots of offers for sex, but everybody wanted to screw for love. No cash. And they only paid me a few dollars a week at the place while I ran my ass off. It was a helluva way to make a buck so I quit.
"What we gonna do, Paula?" I asked my friend when we met in the hall between classes.
"Gee, I dunno, Angie. Maybe we ain't never gonna make no money."
"Well I am, by hell! One way or another! I don't mean to end up hungry and bitter in some rundown apartment!"
Cash became an obsession with me, interwoven with sex. I watched my friends fuck in the back seat, or sneak into the broom closet at school to fuck between classes, and that was fine. Except that afterward, when their physical desire was accomplished, they seemed blank. Staring at a world that was hostile. Sex could only last a very short time and then they had to face the gloom of a cold world. Even the price of a hot dog was beyond most of them.
I saw two possibilities.
Either I had to marry a rich guy or I had to be a real pro like the women at the Vespers. There was little chance for me to break into the upper crust where all the money was kept, so that left one sure thing.
"You promised not to bother us again," the madam was upset when she saw me.
"Yes, I know, and I meant it. But I gotta learn a profession before I get too old."
"Honey you ain't never too old for sex. Why, I once had a girl named Madeleine. Sixty-three years of age. And she made more money than any of us. She knew what to do."
"So teach me. Please?"
"You got guts, honey. Maybe we can do something for you after all."
"I'll pay you for the lessons."
"You can earn your keep as we go along, honey. But I gotta know one thing first. How do I know you ain't gonna get us in trouble? They could close me down in a hurry if you talked. You're still a minor you know."
"I'll do anything you say. And I can keep my mouth shut. I really got to make some money."
"You're a smart cookie, Angie. Most women don't realize how important cash is before they've gone through a couple of marriages. If we can work something out you can make plenty here. Men like to screw fresh young things."
"That's what I'm counting on. I want to be just like you when I get older, and I wanta have plenty of money by that time."
"Ain't nothing wrong with being a whore, honey. We have good times, we party all the time, and we love each other. How many houses in town got that much pleasure under one roof?"
"What do I learn first?"
"Well, you've already got screwed, so that's a beginning. But a man needs more than a cunt. He needs response. He needs petting, and you gotta' make him feel important. You gotta make him think he's the best lay you ever had. Every time. Every man."
"That won't be hard. I like to screw."
"Sure you do, honey. We all do. But the sex is only a little part of it. The guys who come here already got a woman someplace, a wife or a girl friend or something. They could go there if they just wanted to empty their balls. In this place we gotta create a mood. Make a man king for a day. Give him something he can't find with any other woman, anywhere, no matter what."
"I was meant to be a whore. I just know it. I feel good about it already."
"We'll have to forge you some papers. Make, it look like you're legal age. You willing to sign some things?"
"Anything you say."
She told me her name was Claudia Suacie and that she was born in France, and I felt closer to her than my own mother. It took three days for her to get the papers she wanted me to sign and I could hardly wait to start the fuck lessons. I was born to be a lady of pleasure and I felt it, and when I told Paula she wanted to come with me.
"I'll try to work you in later," I promised. "But you-know something, Paula? I feel free for the first time in my life. Now I don't have to worry if a husband can feed me, and I know. I'll never go hungry. Not ever."
"You can get all the screwing you want too, Angie."
"Sure. I realize that. But I could have done that anyway. I could give it away like the kids at school are doing. Except they get depressed after they luck since they still ain't got the price for a new bra. Well I'm gonna have it! I'm gonna make that million after all, Paula!"
I was so happy I called up Colin Brown and we went to a motel and fucked all afternoon.
"You're still the best piece of ass I ever had," he told me afterward. "And I suppose I'll have to come and pay you for it from now on? Down at the Vespers?"'
"You can have some for free, Colin. You gave me my first real piece and I love you for it."
"If I was rich I'd keep you in a castle, Angie. Like a fairy princess. You're so fuckin' pretty it hurts!"
"You can have a little more right now if you want, Colin."
"Holy Hanna, Angie! I just got through. Nobody can do it twice in a row that fast."
"I can."
"You really like the stuff, don't you?"
"Love it."
"You'll make a good trollop. You're gonna be in demand, Angie. Too bad you weren't born in the Middle Ages. You could have been a courtesan to kings."
"You really think so, Colin?"
"That's the damn truth, honey. Any man would give his left nut to get in your pants."
I hoped Colin was right. I wanted to fuck for a living as well as for fun, and the thought of that fairy princess castle haunted my thoughts. Except that I didn't want any old fortress locked away from the world. I wanted a mansion, in the heart of the city, where people came to find a night of pleasure.
It would be better than going home to a drawer full of bills and the same old dreary sexual partner.
Chapter Ten
"I didn't want you to jizz in my face!" Wanda spluttered as she wiped the cum away from her eyes. "You should have held it a minute longer. Now we can't finish the number!"
I was learning the tricks of the trade as I watched her do a customer. The man was big, with a real nice cock, and Wanda had been sucking him off.
"You always get them as worked up as possible," Claudia had instructed me. "That way you can take care of more customers every day. You let a guy get you cold and he's liable to fuck all night. So tickle their balls, and lick their cock, and stick the tip of your finger up their ass. Get 'em ready to shoot before they ever get it in."
"I won't get much fucking that way, Claudia."
"You'll get all you can handle, honey. Remember, this is business and we have to satisfy everybody. You gotta have a little fire in your own blood or the guys realize you're putting them on. They don't like that. So hold off your own pleasure as long as you can. Before each day is done you'll get your own orgasms. We gotta take care of our own needs too, right?" she laughed gaily.
"Gee, I sure hope so. I'd hate to have to go back to those school kids."
"They ain't any good, huh?"
"Oh, some of them do okay. But they think they're such studs you have to play up to their vanity. They think if they give you a little screw they own you afterward."
"Yeah, it was the same in my generation. Men get carried away just because a healthy girl drops her drawers for them. They think a woman who gives them pussy gives them everything."
Wanda wiped all the sperm away from her face on the edge of the bedspread, while the guy sat there panting from sexual exertion.
"Man o man!" the guy groaned. "I really shot my load that time! You shoulda felt me coming, honey. Now I can't keep it hard. Do I get a discount for only cocksucking?"
"You bust your nuts, you pay the price," Claudia told him. "You still wanta screw my girl there, she's willin', but if you can't get it up that's your fault."
"Man it was worth it!" the guy sighed. "Wish I could get my old lady to suck me off that way!"
This was the second day of my initiation and I had seen plenty. Claudia still wouldn't let me sell any pussy just yet because she wanted me to know how to do it first. There was one guy who offered a bundle for me.
"I'll double the price for that kid, Claudia!" he offered. "I'd pay plenty to screw one like her!"
"She ain't no kid and we got papers to prove it," Claudia argued. "But right now she ain't for sale. She's got her period."
"It takes a good soldier to fight a bloody battle," the guy laughed. "I'll pay you triple the price."
I didn't have my period and Claudia knew it, but she wouldn't let me have a go at it.
"There's plenty of time," she argued. "And we're gonna make plenty with you, honey. You got something real special. We might as well cash in on it."
I was willing, eager, yet she made me wait and watch I saw one girl sticking a frankfurter up a man's ass. That's the way he liked it.
"Aaaaaaauuuggghhh!" the guy groaned as that hunk of raw meat disappeared up his rectum.
"Oooooowwwww-wwww... !".
He squatted there in the middle of the floor while the girl gave him a rectal massage, and when he jizzed it was a prodigious amount.
"It's coming!" he screamed. "Oh my god it's coming good!"
The milky semen splattered onto a towel the girl had prepared under him, and it must have been a good orgasm because the guy fell on his forehead and jacked himself off while the girl fucked him in the ass with that frankfurter.
"See what I mean?" Claudia told me. "There ain't no end to the ways people get their gun. We use everything. Give 'em what they want. That way each one of my girls can take care of several customers a day, and the guys always come back for more."
"How many can I screw when I learn?"
"Many as you want, honey. Some of the girls take care of ten guys a day. Some only do one or two. Depends on your mood. We only got one rule here. If you get out of whack one day and don't feel like fixing a guy up, you gotta tell me. Remember, a man can tell when you ain't enjoying yourself. Turns 'em off quick. Then they go someplace else next time they need to bust their nuts."
She even let me watch the people who like to get whipped. I didn't like that very much even if most of the whipping was pretend pain, and she even let me see the Blue Room.
"This is where we fuck housewives." Claudia was proud of the luxurious room.
"You mean we have to be lesbians sometimes?"
"Not very often. Oh sure, some of the females who come here to get fixed up like one of my girls to make love to them. But mostly we get housewives, females who need a change of pace. We get them a good fuck."
"I didn't see any male whores around the place."
"No, I don't let 'em live here with us girls. That'd be asking for orgies among our own people. Bad for business. So I got a little phone book. Numbers for men who want to come and fuck a housewife. I give 'em a call and they hop right over. Works out great. We do such a good business with it I was thinking of adding a new wing to the house, special for married fuckers. We make double money here."
"I didn't know women went to whorehouses, Claudia."
"Hell yes they do! In France it's a big thing. Over there we all keep a lover, we all have affairs, and it's expected. And they have houses just made for women, a place they can go to get laid. There's a board on the front wall and we call it a Peg Board. Shows the different sizes of cocks for the male whores inside. A housewife picks out the one she wants and has herself a nice afternoon. Costs plenty though, because a man ain't like a woman. Us girls can fuck all night but a guy ain't much good except once a day."
I was surprised that some of Claudia's girls were so homely. Fat, old, skinny, warts on the face, flabby tits, varicose veins, peroxide hair, it was all there.
"Men like a change," she explained. "Sometimes they like it weird, especially if they been drinking. I even had one old black lady, must've been sixty-five. Snaggle teeth and her tits laid on her chest like fried eggs. Made more money than any of us! Honest to god, Angie, when a guy comes to get laid there ain't no telling what he wants!"
I got the biggest kick from watching Gloria, a whore with long black hair and perfect breasts. She was a real beauty and she liked her screwing something awful. Claudia said she was a real nympho and I believed it when she got a guy in her room. The man was handsome with wavy hair and dimples in his cheeks. He was half drunk, and he had a prick that I fell in love with. A nice uncircumcised cock about nine inches, all busting with male hormones.
"Do it to me, honey!" Gloria screamed with delight while that guy was pounding on her twat. "Stick it in deep, honey! Oooooooo! Yeeeeeeecee!"
The guy fucked her furiously for ten minutes, never missing a stroke, and then he twirled over on the bed. Until Gloria was on top of him. They fucked that way for a while and all the time Gloria was screaming.
"Fuck me, honey! Do it harder, honey! Aaaaarrrggghhh!"
I thought the guy was gonna shoot but instead he stood up from the bed, with Gloria's legs wrapped around his waist, and he walk-fucked her right across the room.
"Do it!" Gloria screamed. "Do it! Do it! Do it!"
He was doing it. I could see his beautiful cock sunk into her cunt while the juices from her pussy were so prolific the love-slippings got to running right down his hairy belly, while they staggered around the room fucking like maniacs. I tried to hold back but couldn't help little orgasm with them when they fell to the floor and got their cookies together.
It was obvious I had a lot to learn if I was gonna make a bundle with my screwing. A girl would have to pace herself and make sure the guy got satisfied. And that wasn't going to be easy. How could you keep your mind on business, when you had a strange beautiful peter sunk deep in your vagina!
It was ten at night when Claudia informed me she had a call from a housewife. A woman who had been to her place before." I hate to take her money," Claudia said. "I know they got a hard go of it to make ends meet. But we gotta take care of us first. Keep that in: mind, Angie."
I kept it m mind until the man arrived who was supposed to fuck the housewife. What a great looking guy! Broad shoulders, a winning smile, and he was dressed fit to kill. His suit must have cost a couple hundred and the diamond ring on his finger was a karat at least. I wanted to fuck him myself but Claudia wouldn't let me interfere.
"Damn it, Angie, we gotta take care of business!"
She wouldn't even let me in the room when they got to fucking.
"Housewives are funny," she said. "They don't want nobody to know what they're up to, so we'll have to use the one-way mirror."
We got into the next room and watched through the spy mirror as that guy went to work on the housewife. He knew what he wanted even when the woman was hesitant, and for a minute it looked like she was gonna chicken out. But the man threw her on the bed and started to rip at her clothes while she bellowed with outrage. It was hard to hear except when she got to screaming, and I guess that guy was yelling just as bad. They really got themselves a beautiful little fuck and I noticed she gave him her address afterward. He was writing down a phone number or something while she kept kissing him all over his naked body. She was really hungry, and even if he couldn't get it all up again they went ahead and had another little fuck. Two for the price of one.
"That's the problem with his kind of thing," Claudia Sighed. "Every, time I get two of these fuckers together they take phone numbers. Then they meet and fuck for a couple months on the sly. I lose a lot of cash that way. Maybe I won't build that new wing after all."
She still wouldn't let me screw anybody but she told me she had me up for auction.
"What d'ya mean, Claudia?"
"All the guys wanta fuck a kid, Angie. They see you and they want you. So I got this idea, see? I tell them what the score is, that you ain't never fucked for cash before, and they're getting a near-virgin. The one who comes up with the most cash gets you first. Hell, I already got it up to a hundred-fifty for one night!"
There was no need to mention my little bank account just then, so I let Claudia do her thing. While I wandered around the whorehouse learning the tricks of my trade. It was a great profession, one that offered constant pleasure and a sweet future. I really felt it most when I was at school during the day. I sat in my classes and watched the other girls make eyes at fellows or saw the way they strutted down the hall trying to attract attention. There wasn't anything taught at school half so important as the natural fire they already had in their blood, and I felt sorry for my classmates. Most of them, would end up married to a guy who kicked the shit out of them, or who went "bowling with the boys" twice a week, while they stayed home dreaming of a prince charming who could take them out of the mess they got into. They were destined to spend a lifetime dreaming about strange cocks and balls while they peeled potatoes or dreaded the bills coming in the mail.
The city was full of them already. Girls who were old long before their time, frustrated females who read the papers about women's lib and wondered why they were still stuck with a life that was dull.
I beat the rap.
Maybe it was out of desperation, or fear, but I slipped out of the harness early. And I wouldn't go back to a life of housewife drudgery for all the tea in China! My first little screw at the Vespers convinced me I took the right path. Claudia got two hundred twenty dollars for my first professional piece, and I gave that guy a thousand bucks worth of pussy. He was an older man, and his lips were trembling when he got me into a bedroom.
"How do you want it, Mister?" I asked, trying to act grown up.
"I just wanta see your little pussy, girl. I ain't seen a young cunt since I was a lad myself."
"You wanta undress me, or shall I do it?" I echoed one of the whores I had observed.
"Oh, you do it by all means, young lady! I just want to enjoy myself! Have you got hairs yet?"
"What do you mean?"
"Down there, I mean." He pointed a shaking finger at my crotch.
"I ain't a baby for hell sakes. Sure I got hairs. You want I should shave them off?"
"I'll give you another twenty dollars if you do. I sure would like to see a real bare cunt."
"Well, I ain't gonna do it. What you see is what you get."
I took off my dress, my bra and panties, with deliberate slowness the way Claudia told me to do, and by the time I was naked the old geezer was wheezing with passion.
"Oooh, ain't you pretty!" he groaned. "Just like I remember it used to be! Oh, too bad youth is wasted on the young."
He was right in some ways. Lots of us kids do waste the best years of our lives. When the juices run hot and the mind is like a sponge soaking up the glories of our world, we should make hay while the sun shines. We can never get it back.
"Can I touch your titties?" His voice was quivering as he extended a hand. The old fellow must have been over fifty and he didn't look in too good of health, and in a way I was sorry Claudia made me do him first. But business was business and I meant to be a glorious lay for whoever came to me.
"You can touch them, Mister. You can play with them all you want. Kiss my nipples, too."
With the first touch of sex that old guy found his youth again. The fires of sex are so real, so bountiful, that age has no power over this basic human act. That old guy got to fondling my body until he got a real hard-on, and then he stripped quickly.
"Ooooooo, that looks good!" I said truthfully when I saw his pecker all swollen and ready for penetration.
An hour ago he would have had trouble climbing stairs, but sex gave him strength beyond his years. He picked me up and laid me on the bed, gently, while he stared down at my youthful body.
"You're so beautiful, young lady!" he sighed. "I wish I could live a million years if there are others like you!"
"There's a whole city full of us, Mister. A whole wide world full of young fuckers."
"I was born too late," he sighed as he touched my cunt. "It's a better world you own today, my dear. A better world for sure!"
That old fellow got on top of me and we had ourselves a nice little fuck. I felt loved, and wanted, and the feeling of his cock between my legs was glorious. This was where I wanted to be, and I knew I was going to shed sunshine on the lives of countless males. I would make a lot of money, and in the meantime I meant to bring men into my arms with all the sweet beauty at my command. Laughter and love were mine at last.
"Wheeeee-ooowww!" the old fellow gasped when he got through. "I wish I could take you home with me, Angie. That is your name, isn't it?"
"Sure is. And that really was nice."
"I thought I was going to have a heart attack! Nothing ever felt so good before!"
"You can have another one if you want, Mister."
"Oh, I couldn't right yet, young lady. You really wore me out!"
"I'll give you back your money if you will." I trembled on the bed, needing more. "Just once more, please? Just stick it in a little longer?"
