This is the first Chronicle of “The Lisa Peacock Chronicles” I will take you on a journey that has been my life, from the age of around fourteen to the present day.

I have reconstructed the Chronicles from memory and my diaries from that period.

This period is from 1989 to 1991

First let me tell you a little about myself.

I was young, impressionable and easily led.

I had by any standards a privileged upbringing and wanted for little or nothing. Father was a sea captain with a good income. My mother was an actress and had an air about her that all thespians had. I also have a sister, who is five years older than myself, we look very much alike and it is easy to see we are sisters. But that is where the similarity ends. Whilst sister Sara takes after dad, takes life more serious and studied to make a career as a lawyer. I on the other hand am perhaps more like mother and wasted my education years, and was only interested in having a good time. I’ve been sexually active for as long as I care to remember.

Like most girls my age, and I guess most boys, we did start to think about sex and what it would be like. Experiment, talk and fantasies became part of the sleepover nights when stopping with friend or friends. Even an eleven or twelve, I and some of my friends were getting curious about sex. We were starting to hang around with boys and I know the boys were getting hormone attacks and would try it on, trying to grab or feel our developing breasts or attempting to put their hands up our skirts and down the front of our knickers.

My best friend Linda and I were thick as thieves. Stopovers at her house would end up with each of us being naked, in bed, and take it in turns to be the boy, fingering each other’s pussies. The finger of course was representing the penis. (Role-playing).

I should have realized in those early days where Linda was headed, when it was my turn to be the boy and I fingered her, she would play the part of a hooker, demanding payment for the privilege to fuck her, all make believe of course, we had no real money to exchange, sometimes we would use the money from Monopoly. Another influencing factor was her elder sister Sally was a hooker, plus her mother was not adverse to a man or two after the pubs closed. Linda’s father was in the merchant navy, just as mine was, so there was plenty of opportunity for her to take men home at night. Mother and eldest daughter arriving home with a man each. The bedroom door might have been closed but the sound of sex could still be heard coming from within. Laying listening to all this would only fire Linda’s enthusiasm. Turning to me and saying “Come on, come on be my client, be my client”

It was when we were at school, I, that is, we, started giving blowjobs. Our bodies were developing quite nicely, and I liked it when wearing short skirts and tight tops, boys, and men started to sit up and take notice, it seemed to give us a certain power or hold over the male species, and we reveled in it.

The back of the school workshop was the place where the boys liked to congregate, a sly ciggy, and brag to one another about the girls they had scored with. Linda and I were sauntering past when one of the guys said with a mile wide grin “Hey want to give me a blowjob”

Linda stopped, waited a moment or two, then came back with “Yeh, sure, give me five dollars and I’ll give you a blowjob” It had them all stunned, me as well. I couldn’t believe she had said that.

The guy, who was an older student, eventually regaining his senses said. “Ok…five dollars and you suck my cock…right?”

“That’s right” she replied, cool as.

The guy unzipped his fly, took out his cock and invited her to proceed.

“Money first big guy” she was all business was Linda, even then.

The guy dug in his pocket and fished out a five-dollar note.

“There you go…now what about the blow job”

Linda was down on her knees, took the limp cock in her hands, played with it for a moment, as it began to inflate, she put it in her mouth and started to suck, much to the delight of the recipient.

“Wahoo, you little beaut” The recipient hollowed

None of the others, or myself could believe this was actually happening. I don’t think any of us including the student, thought Linda would go for it; the guy had made a casual remark as we past, never thinking it would go this far.

“What about you blondie, how about you suck my cock…I’ll give you five bucks to suck mine” another student.

Linda took time out from sucking. “Go on Lisa…give him a blowjob…I dare you” she said, as she continued to pump the guys cock, keeping it hard.

“No…I…er…I don’t…think so” I stammered, seeing all the guys looking in my direction, waiting for me to make a decision.

The silence continued…waiting. “Go on, suck his cock…what you waiting for…look it’s easy” said Linda resuming her cock sucking

The guys were getting impatient. The one who had invited me to give him a blowjob, started to slowly unzip his fly. “Come on Lisa…suck it for me” removing it from his trousers. “Look I’m all ready for you…oh please…please give me some relief” he said, rather theatrically, putting it all on.

I’d never done anything like this before, I’d never even held a guys penis in my hand. Oh! Linda and I had talked, and role-played the parts, but this was the real deal.

The nearest thing was a life like dildo, belonging to her sister, or maybe it was her mothers. It played its part in our role acting, and I remember only too well the first time Linda used it on me, lying spread eagled on the bed, Linda holding it and slowly pushing it inside me, it may not have been the real thing, but it sure felt like it, with my eyes closed and Linda thrusting it in and out, it could have been any man fucking me…now I was confronted with the real McCoy.

The young guy thrust his hand in his pocket and retrieved a five-dollar note. “See…I’ve got your money right here” waving it in the air, all eyes turned in my direction…waiting.

Damn you Linda Roscoe…damn you to hell. I swore at her under my breath, as I went down on my knees…to the approved shouts of the other boys.

I reached up to take the five-dollar note only to have it snatched away, the owner holding it above his head.

“Start sucking first Lisa”

I took a moment to compose myself, and then wrapped my hand around the hard erection. I had no idea what one of these things would feel like to touch, and my first reaction was Yuk. It felt warm and clammy, but I proceeded to masturbate him. To my right I could hear Linda, slopping and slurping, as she continued to suck the young guys cock, he telling her it felt bloody marvelous.

It was time for me to do what I’d never done before. I took a good long look and this hard bone I was working on, it was only inches from my mouth and I could see every detail on it, pink, with corona head, what I came to know as cut, he’d been circumcised, that slit and eye on the head and all the blood vessels running up the hard shaft, it was only seconds but it all registered. I closed my eyes and stuck it in my mouth and began to suck, it wasn’t as bad as I thought, I have no idea what I had expected but it seemed ok, and the guy also seemed quite happy with what I was doing to him. Now over my initial reluctance and doubt, and taking a sideways glance at how Linda was doing it, I did the same, slopping and slurping, and making noises of satisfaction “Mmm…. mmmm…mmmm”.

Now that my young friend was in a happy move I stopped and asked for the five dollars.

“Oh fuck…here” he replied, throwing the money on the ground next to me. I knew that once he had climaxed, paying me would be the last thing he’d want to do.

The sound of Linda coughing and spluttering had my attention. As I continued to suck and work his cock, I took a sideways glance and could see Linda leaning back on he haunches, coughing, and what looked like a white fluid, running down he chin…the guy had cum in her mouth, and I realized a similar fete awaited me. The rest just laughed at Linda’s demise, as she spit out, what little was left in her mouth.

I should have realized that when my guy, placed his hands on my head and held it firm, it was my turn. I felt warm cum flow over my tongue and fill my mouth, then the words “Oh god I’m cuming”

He didn’t have to tell me that, I already knew, but then perhaps it was for the benefit of the other students.

Of course once you start on these things, word soon spreads, you become the target of other male students, and it became quite common to be in class, glace over and see a male student looking in your direction, stroking his crotch, holding up five fingers…I knew what he was referring to.

Blowjobs were as far as I’d gone at this stage, but of course it was only a matter of time, before the Bastille would fall and I lost my virginity.

Linda already had, and she was keen for me to loose mine. She was a strong character and my own weakness failed me, I could never resist her requests for long. Her doggedness always won out in the end, and I’d find myself doing exactly what she wanted me to do. Just as she had won out and had me giving that student a blowjob.

Weekend parties were a great part of my life, where my sister had stopped home and studied, I could never see any value in being educated to the same level. My only interests in life were boys and having a good time. To be honest it was a miracle I hung on to my virginity for as long as I had.

Peter Thornley was a good-looking student and I took to him straight away. Of course the main reason for his hook up with me was that he had heard I was still a virgin, and taking my virginity would be a big feather in his cap.

He would invite me back to his place after school, and at five dollars a shot I would give him a blowjob. When we became more an item, the five dollars was dropped. He’d made several attempts to get my pants off, but so far I had resisted, a finger or fingers in my pussy, his only reward so far, then….

Enter Richard Thornley…yes Peter’s father. I was in Peter’s bedroom…with Peter of course and I’d just given him a blowjob. I’d spit the residue down the bathroom sink and had washed and rinsed my mouth. When I’d returned to the bedroom, there was Mr. Thornley talking to Peter, god I felt so embarrassed…it was as if he knew what we’d been up to and I must have looked like a red beacon, I blushed so bright.

As it turned out he did know…Peter had previously confessed to him that I was giving blowjobs at five dollars a time.

“You two been at it again?” he asked.

Now I have to admit here and now that I had a big, big crush on his dad…he was so handsome and so cool.

His wife, Peter’s mother had left them three years previously, no doubt due to Richard’s philandering

My immediate response was “No’ but then what had he meant by it. I knew I’d replied too quickly…it was the response of a guilty person.

Mr. Thornley just smiled…he knew I was lying.

“Oh come on Lisa…Peter has told me all about you…how you give head for a fee of five dollars…is that what the two of you were up to…I bet you were just in there washing your mouth out…weren’t you?” He asked grinning.

“No…no…” I stammered and embarrassed at the insinuation. I looked at Peter for some kind of support, but it was obvious I was getting none.

“It’s ok Lisa…Peter has told me all about you and he…we have no secrets here…do we Peter?”

Peter shook his head, looking somewhat guilty that he had told his father who was now confronting me with it.

God I could have killed him right then, telling his father what he and I got up to and also what I did with other boys as well.

“Here…come here a minute” he said, patting a spot on the bed next to him. I just obeyed him, after all he was a grown up, a parent and I thought I was about to get a fatherly lecture on the reasons for not doing such a thing.

“Perhaps you’d like to leave us now Peter” he said directing it toward his son.

“You obviously like Peter, do you not?” he asked of me

I told him I did and he continued to ask me embarrassing questions about my encounters with other boys.

“So you like what you do with them do you…gives you a certain satisfaction does it…you’re a very attractive young girl Lisa…I’m sure you must get quite a few offers to carry out sex with them eh?”

The more he talked to me, more comfortable I felt with him, and just seemed open up to him, told him just about everything…like a father confessor.

“Well we don’t need to say anything to your parents…do we…just our little secret…sorta in the family…would you like to suck my cock for me Lisa”

It took a moment to sink in…. the part “Would you like to suck my cock for me” Did I hear correctly…surely not.

I tried to rise off the bed, go down stairs and flee the house, but he was quick, his arm around my shoulder he held on to me.

“Hey…hey…not so fast sweetheart…I’m not asking you to do anything you haven’t already done…I’ll even give you ten dollars to do so…. that’s twice your normal charge out rate” he said with a smile

I couldn’t get my head around it. I mean he was an old man…well no that wasn’t quite true…he would be about the same age as my father…late thirties early forties maybe…but he was a parent…Peters father, I found it abhorrent that he ask. His hand started to stroke my thigh…and a shudder ran through my body.

“Look let’s make it twenty dollars to do so…now for a young girl like you that’s good money…. don’t you think?”

I didn’t say a word…just stared at the floor.

“It’s good money Lisa, don’t you think?” he repeated.

I nodded and agreed…it was good money. I sat quietly beside him and watched as he unzipped his fly and removed his erection. It was no different than that of the students at school, well perhaps somewhat larger. He quickly took my hand and placed it on the hard shaft, taking a firm grasp on it I began to masturbate him.

“See…you have a nice soft…. but firm touch Lisa…it feels good”

He was right; it did feel good to touch, and any original inhibitions I’d had were starting to vanish.

“That’s it Lisa…now the next thing is…just go down there and do what you do with all the rest” Without hesitating I quickly placed the thing in my mouth and was sucking on it, just as I had done with all the rest…there was no difference…this could have been one of the other guys I was giving head to. He kept telling me how good it felt and what a great job I was doing…a real little expert at it.

“I’m gona cum soon Lisa…better get ready for me” he said…he was the first guy to tell me that, without demanding it of him. When he did cum…it was with a gush…even prepared for it, I still coughed and gagged as it spewed forth…forcing me to splutter the warm fluid…my mouth and chin dribbling excess cum.

He was just like his son…just laughed at my coughing.

“Go on…go tidy yourself up honey…I’ll put your money on the dresser”

When I returned he’d gone…my money was exactly where he said it would be…another brick had just been laid.

I’d just created for myself another client, my earning capacity was going up and I was now putting myself into another category…not only was I prepared to do it with my male counterpart school mates. I was also prepared to do it with grown ups.

It was obvious Peter or perhaps his father Richard was organizing my times to visit. I was giving more and more blow jobs to his father than ever…of course there was more and more dollars to go with it…so much so I couldn’t be seen spending so much money without it drawing questions…where do you get it all from?

An empty doll’s box became my bank and this was hidden in my cupboard…especially from my prying nosey eldest sister.

That afternoon was the changing point. It was four days after my fourteenth birthday, 14^th November 1989. Some days in life you always remember. The day I lost my virginity was 14^th November 1989, and the man who took it was Peter Thornley’s father, Richard Thornley, a man some twenty years my senior, approximately the same age as my own father. A visit with Peter and his father, normally I would kneel between Mr. Thornley’s legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, he’d layback, I’d pull the zip of his fly down and take out his already hard erection and proceed masturbate him for a while then suck him off…but not today.

“Here…. sit next to me sweetheart” slapping the space beside him, I’d done all this before as I recollect.

He put an arm around my waist.

Listen honey…would you like it if we went all the way” he asked.

I didn’t connect what he meant…all the way to me, was him, and the others cuming in my mouth.

“But we already do” I replied.

He laughed and said, “No…no honey…when I say all the way…I mean all the way”

It was then that the penny dropped.

“Oh god no…no I couldn’t do that…I….”

“Why not?”

“Well, because…because…”

I couldn’t give him an answer.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it, the first time you would do it?”

I blushed and said, “Yes. Yes…I have thought about it”

“And who do you think it would be with… a boy at school… maybe Peter, you’re very fond of Peter aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I’m not too sure who it will be”

“You know for you’re first time, you want it to be very special, you’ll probably do it many times, with many men, but the one you want to remember, is you’re very first. Now the chances are, some young guy is going to get you into the back seat of his Ford Falcon, or his Holden Commodore, and you’ll not enjoy it, and always remember your first time, with not too many fond memories. If he doesn’t do it right, it may put you off sex for the rest of your life”

As he talked he pushed me back onto the bed, his hand working up my thigh, warm, reassuring.

“Chances are he has no respect for you, just wants to get your pants off, and claim you as a trophy, now me, I respect you, I want you to know just how wonderful sex is, and I know you will enjoy it, but you have to trust me, you do trust me, don’t you?”

I nodded my head and said, “Yes…I do trust you”

What he was telling me seemed to be logical and made sense. I’d heard of others saying just what he was saying, and had found their first experience a bit of a disappointment. His finger had found its way under my panties, and he’d inserted it into my pussy, working it in and out. My heart was pounding and I felt rather flushed. I started to tremble…but not with cold or fear, but from excitement. His face was close to mine, his lips kissed my forehead and eyes, and he was so gentle, so reassuring. When I felt him tugging at my panties, I put up no resistance, and they finished up at the bottom of the bed. He took hold of my ankles, his grip was firm and strong, and spread my legs wide apart, then knelt between them. First unbuckling his belt, and then unzipping his fly, he pushed his trousers down to his thighs. The sight of his erection had me panic, and I was now having second thoughts about everything.

“No, Mr. Thornley, no, I”

“Shhhh…shhhh…it’s gona be alright…just relax” he said calmly. Placing his body on top of mine. I felt the hard shaft brush my thighs.

“No…Mr Thornley, please…no…” I said, trying to push him off. Of course it had gone past the no point, and I felt the hard bulbous end, part my pussy lips and enter.

“You’re ready for me sweetheart, you really are… I won’t hurt you… I promise” he said, as another inch or so entered.

My heart was racing, and pounding like a drum, I was finding it hard to breath, as a bit more went in. I could feel its fullness, as I started to open up.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked

I shook my head and assured him he wasn’t, and a bit more went in.

“Almost there my love, almost there” he said. Thrusting the final bit in.

“See… you’ve done it…does it feel good?”

I gave a nervous laugh, smiled and said, “Yes…yes it feels good” This was the real thing, not like the dildo that Linda and I used, and I liked the feel of it.

At first he made no movement, just lay there, joined together as one. Slowly and gently his hips began to swivel, his ass moved up and down, and as he did so, I felt the hard shaft moving inside me, and the movement felt good, it gave me a feeling I’d never experienced before. It felt good, and that confident smile, and those beautiful shining blue eyes of his, continuing to reassure me all was going to be all right…I had nothing to worry about. The tension and uncertainty I’d had, now subsiding. My legs were spread apart, across the bed, and I suddenly realized, I was being fucked.

“God you feel so good…so tight” he said.

“I hope so” I replied with a smile

His arse was moving in a continuous, steady motion, forcing his erection to move inside me. Helen Hornby had described it as the most wonderful sensation she had ever felt…it was an experience she would never forget. I had to agree with her. I’d never felt so good in all my short life, if this was sex, then I wanted more…. much more.

I was hoping it would last forever…never end, as he humped up and down, his mouth tenderly kissed my neck and ear…god how much more could I take.

Then I happened to look over Richards shoulder, what I saw horrified me. Peter was standing in the door way watching us…a look of pain, disbelief, anger, and rage on his face…what he saw was his girlfriend, her legs spread apart and her pants off…on top and between was his father…his ass humping up and down…thrusting into her…he was fucking her…the girl he loved and wanted so much…his father was doing the one thing he’d wanted to do to her so much…had tried so hard to achieve and had failed…here he was, his own father fucking her.

I closed my eyes and said to myself “Oh god…oh dear god” my body moved with the motion of his body, I rose up to meet his downward thrusts and wallowed in the euphoria of the moment.

His movements became faster…more urgent…I was just as aware of his hot breath on my neck…his grunts and groans echoed the same urgency…the end was near…then without warning his body stiffened and he exploded…exploded inside me, a warm stream of white semen flowing like lava from a volcano.

“Oh god Lisa…. that was just magic my love…I can honestly tell you, you are a good fuck…one of the best I’ve had in a long time” but I guess that’s what all men say to the girl or woman they have just fucked, makes us feel good and special.

With the hardness diminishing, he withdrew and sat up on the bed. I found my panties and pulled them up, straightened my dress and sat beside him. My feelings were a mixture of fulfillment and remorse…seeing Peter’s face and the expression upon it…I felt somewhat guilty. I felt Richards arm around my waist as he hugged me tight and kissed the top of my head.

“You ok honey….no regrets?”

“No…no…no regrets” I replied, but it wasn’t entirely true…thinking of Peter.

“You on the pill Lisa?” he asked, his brain now starting to function.

“No…no, not yet…my sister says I should ask mum to get doc Stevens to prescribe them…but we haven’t been yet”

“You get you’re periods yet?” he asked, concern showing in is voice.

“Yes…I’ve been getting them for a while now” I replied

“Oh god…oh my god” he said, holding his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong?” I enquired

“I might have just got you pregnant…that’s all” he said looking me straight in the eye.

The word pregnant cut through me like a sharp knife, a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Oh my god no…. please don’t say that…please” I begged him.

“It’s possible…in fact it’s highly probable” he replied, adding more fuel to the sickening feeling.

The thought of going to my parents and telling them I was pregnant…oh my god. I started to sob, then burst into tears and started to cry.

“Hey…hey it’s gona be ok...trust me…I’ll take care of it…I don’t want you to worry none” he said, holding me tight, comforting me.

“It’s partly my fault…I should have used a condom…I will next time I promise…just don’t worry about a thing”

I continued to cry, burying my head in his chest, my tears wetting his clean white shirt.

“What’s wrong…what’s happening…. what have you done to her” It was Peter standing in the doorway, demanding answers.

“Nothing…I’ve done nothing to her…it’s…. it’s a woman thing…they some time get like this when they’ve done it for the first time…a little remorse creeps in…. she’ll be fine you’ll see”

Peter stood glaring at his father and I, hatred blazing in his eyes, before he turned and stormed off.

He comforted me until my sobbing stopped, and continued to assure me all was going to be OK…I had nothing to worry about…not totally convinced but feeling better we went and joined Peter.

Peters face was like thunder he was saying nothing. He sat there glaring at us. Trying to engage him in conversation was impossible.

“You alright now” Mr. Thornley asked, addressing me.

I told him I was, my eyes still red from crying. Whilst the initial shock at being pregnant or should I say possibly pregnant had passed…it still continued to dominate my thoughts and it would continue to do so over the next few weeks.

He picked up his jacket and told us he had to return to the office.

The response from Peter was immediate.

“Oh yes…go on you go…you get what you want…. you…you fuck my girlfriend and then you just up and off…you miserable bastard” I’d never seen him like this before, what he’d witnessed between his farther and me…had really messed him up…I already felt guilty and remorseful about the whole thing…seeing him so upset only made matters worse…I felt I’d betrayed him…and perhaps I had.

The image he had of his father and me stuck in his head…me my pants off…legs apart and his father on top and between…humping.

“Hey Peter…don’t be like that son…you and me….we….”

“Shut up…shut up…I don’t want to hear your excuses…your stories…it’s always the same with you” he spat back.

The argument raged on, was long and filled with animosity, finally…

“God let’s be honest Peter…you’re only jealous…jealous that I got to fuck her first…heavens you always said you wanted nothing more than to fuck her…be her first”

Suddenly the shouting and argument came to a standstill…Peter grabbed his jacket and stormed out the house.

“Sorry about that Lisa…it’s a father son thing…we’ll straighten it all out later…can I give you a lift home”

It should have been a time when I felt good about everything. I’d not long ago had my first venture into sex…while it had lasted I confess I’d enjoyed it…but being the centre of an argument between Peter and his father…well….

I stole a sideways glance at him as we drove toward my home. He was a handsome man…so was his son Peter…by the look on his face he seemed pleased with himself…happy. I thought he should be…he’d taken my virginity and I had the one hundred dollars he’d given me was safely tucked in my backpack.

“What number’s your house Lisa” He asked as we neared.

“Number 27” I replied.

He stopped right outside.

“Here we are…home safe and sound eh?” “I don’t want you to worry about a thing…everything is going to work out just fine…you have to trust me Lisa…can you do that?”

I smiled, nodded and said that I did trust him

“I’ll call you in a day or so…see how things are…I’m truly sorry about the little accident…you’ll be fine you’ll see”

“Yes I’m sure I will I said” …then left him and went inside..

Mum knew I was distressed about something, her continued questioning got her nowhere, I’d seriously thought about telling her I was pregnant, but decided it was better to make sure…if my period was overdue…I’d have cause for concern then.

Linda guessed that I’d been up to something when we caught up the following day. Out of earshot of the other girls, I told her what I’d done, and that I was scared in case I was pregnant.

The fact that I was no longer a virgin pleased her no end. Having been with an older man didn’t seem to phase her at all.

“Oh that’s nothing” she said “I’ve been with a few older men…the only difference is the age thing…they still get hard cocks and they still fuck don’t they” Perhaps I should have realized then that she was turning tricks along with her mother and sister. Her birthday was not long before mine, we were both fourteen going on fifteen and our knowledge about sex was growing exponentially. I liked the fact that my body turned men on, that I had the power within me to do so. Dressing in short skirts and tight tops, then visiting the shopping malls, where most of us hung out, displaying our ass’s for the benefit of the males, gave me, and indeed Linda a big buzz.

“One of these days you girls are going to get yourselves into a heap of trouble” Our friends used to tell us

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I’d heard nothing from Mr. Thornley for a few days and Peter made sure to keep avoiding me. I really didn’t want to run into him…I still felt really guilty about the whole thing…the money was hidden in the dolls box along with some of the other unspent money.

As I left the college grounds one afternoon, a car drew up along side me…the driver Mr. Thornley.

“Hi Lisa…we need to talk…hop in”

I slumped in the passengers seat.

“I’ve been worried about you…how’re you getting on…you know?”

“You mean have I had my period yet…the answers no…not yet”

“Oh…that’s bad…when was it due?”

“In the next couple of days” I replied

This seemed to cheer him up a little…a smile now donning his face.

“So it’s not all bad news then…we should know by the end of the week eh?”

I told him that I should know for certain by then and I’d let him know straight away…one way or the other.

“Ok…let’s go home eh?”

“Yes, thanks” I replied, the thing was it was toward his home that he had in mind.

I realized when we turned left at Pine Tree Ave that I wasn’t going to be driven to my house…this was the way Peter and I always went when making toward his house.

It was confirmed when we drew up and stopped at his place.

“Come on in for a while, we need to talk” he said

It felt strange going back into the house, the house where it had all taken place a week or two ago…I felt nervous and didn’t want to see Peter, it would probably only develop into another full blown argument again.

He never had any intention of talking things through…there was only one thing on his mind and it wasn’t to talk.

“Oh god Lisa, I’ve missed you” he said, putting his arms around me and holding me tight.

My body stiffened and I tried to push free, if he was aware of my reluctance he wasn’t taking any notice, he continued holding me, telling me how much he’d missed me, how much I meant to him. I shuddered and closed my eyes when he gently kissed my neck and ear, a tingle and goose bumps.

“Oh god darling I love you…I love you” he declared, and then started guiding me toward the bedroom.

“Oh god no…no Mr. Thornley…I….I…”

“Shhhh…. shhhh, it’s ok…it’s ok…we’ll do it right this time”

My halfhearted protests were going unheeded as we passed Peters bedroom first, and then on toward his, the room was bigger as was the bed. I tried to shy away, pull back from it all…but he forced me onto the bed and lay beside me. His warm hand was quickly up my dress stroking my thigh…slowly working its way up, making toward my now rather wet pussy…once again he pulled my legs apart.

“Mr. Thornley…I’m pregnant…don’t make it any worse please” I begged.

“We don’t know you are pregnant yet…not for certain, you can still enjoy sex and as I have told you, I’ll be wearing some protection this time” he said, reaching into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet.

“Look here” he said, first taking out a fifty-dollar bill, and then a condom.

“I’ll put your money on here” placing the note on the bedside table. His teeth then tore open the cellophane packet containing the condom revealing the gossamer rubber, the little bulb sticking up. He placed the condom next to the fifty-dollar note…then returned his attention to me…pushing my dress up…revealing my thighs and pulling my pants down. I gave and made no protest. I was his, I wanted once more to feel his cock going inside me, to relive that euphoric moment, and experience that feeling I received when he fucked me.

“God girl you drive me crazy…you really do” he said as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled his trousers down around his knees. I could see I was driving him crazy…just looking at his erection told me so. He reached for the condom and proceeded to roll it on the hard shaft…giving the shaft a glossy shine…like it had been sprayed with a coating of lacquer.

“There see…fully protected” he said smiling, that confident assuring smile of his.

It felt hard as it brushed my thighs; I clamped my legs tight around it. I could feel it…feel it in all its wonderful glory.

He laughed at my reaction then said “Come on honey, don’t play games…the other way…the other way…open…open…open”

I laughed, liking the idea that I was teasing him, then spreading my legs open again just for him.

The first time he’d penetrated, I’d been scared, anxious as to how it was going to feel…but not this time…I knew exactly…how it was going to feel and as he slid inside me…I gave a small gasp and a sigh.

He gave his own gasp of delight and felt the warmth and wetness of my pussy wrap and contract around his hard manhood, gripping it tight.

“Oh my god” I moaned as he moved steadily and easily, his ass rising and falling…the motion of my own body matching his. It was everything I’d remembered from our last encounter, only more. This time I did not hold back…I voiced my feelings of delight as I moaned and shouted at him for more…more…more, deeper…deeper. I screamed at him. His response was immediate as he thrust himself deeper and harder inside me.

Oh god…oh god Lisa, you’re a real good fuck…god I love you” he said, as I continued to goad him on, begging for more.

“You really do like what I can do for you don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes…yes…yes” I sighed.

Then pushing up at arms length, he invited to look between my legs. I had full view of his manhood embedded inside me…now, not only could I feel it moving. I could see it. My young tight pussy was stretched, making his erection look quite large, as he slowly drew back, then forward again. I couldn’t believe I was taking it all as I lost sight of it with every inward thrust.

“Oh—my—god Mr. Thornley it looks magnificent when you do that” my hands squeezing his arms tight.

“Its Richard…call me Richard…I think we’re past the Mr. Thornley stage now don’t you my dear?”

“Yes Richard…yes” I replied, my hands now firmly on his buttocks pulling him inward and telling him how much I loved it.

If I’d been shocked the last time I’d seen Peter watching us…it was even worse this time…. I’d been so engrossed in my euphoria, I’d failed to see him standing there watching…rage and pain again showing in his face. For the second time he had to endure watching me with my pants off…legs apart…again it was his fathers bare arse that was between those legs humping up and down…thrusting into me like there was no tomorrow, begging him for more.

“Oh dear god” I thought. It was the only blight on what was a beautiful experience. When I looked the next time he had gone.

It was with disappointment that I felt his final thrust, the pulsing…throbbing of his cock as it filled the condom with semen.

“Oh god Lisa…that is one tight pussy”

When he withdrew I could see he’d filled the condom, the little bubble full of white fluid.

I lay on the bed…contented and watched him rise, I could not help but notice what a nice butt he had, just before he covered it with his trousers…zipping up his fly.

I heard cascading water as he pissed in the toilet pot…then the toilet flushing as he disposed of the condom.

There was little more for me to do now…obviously I’d supplied his needs and quenched his lusts and desires. I likewise covered myself up, picked up my money and followed after him. Peter’s glaring eyes told me not to try and speak to him…he was full of hate and fury…I went straight home, wrapped in the afterglow of my sexual experience.

Of course my period was late…giving rise for me to be very concerned, I was convinced I was pregnant, I delayed telling Richard he was a father again, and I certainly wasn’t going to tell mother…or sister. There wasn’t anyone that wasn’t more exuberant that day when eventually my period arrived, apart of course Richard, he may have sounded lay back and confident about it…but I could tell by the relief in his voice he was glad to receive the news…This was not the end…it was just the beginning of the next phase.

I was continuing to see Richard at regular intervals; of course nothing serious could come of it, I was underage and should anyone find out, that could have serious repercussions for him. I was just a young fuck and a slut, he had won over, as far as he was concerned and I fitted into his sex life just fine, eventually he would tire of me and find another to hit upon. However in the meantime, our sexual relationship continued, and I posed many times for him as he took photos of my naked body.

*** *** ***

My friendship with Linda continued, and we had our regular sleepovers. Her mother and sister always bringing back clients, and I wondered if she ever worried that her husband would find out…perhaps he did not care…no doubt he would be up to the same thing.

My own father being a sea captain, I had inside knowledge of shipboard life into how seamen lived and acted. I was a right little vixen, and used to tease the men unmercifully, by wearing short skirts and leaning or bending over to let them get a peek at my pants. I knew what they were saying about me and what they would like to do to me, captains daughter or not…obviously our city being a seaport, some of the clients Linda’s mother and sister had, were sailors, in town and looking for a good time…Linda’s mother and sister were there to make sure they had a good time.

My first invitation to join in came one night, when I was stopping over. Linda and I were in bed, playing fun and games under the blankest. There was noisy laughter and music, coming from the lounge and kitchen area. Linda’s mum and her sister were “Entertaining”…again

Linda was playing the part of my client, the dildo was making full and deep strokes, and Linda had learnt to be pretty good with the thing.

“Mum said she has men taking and interest in us…they want to know if we fuck for money?” More full deep strokes.

“Oh did they?” my reply, I was more interested in the effect the dildo was having upon me that the question.

“Yes…they did, mum said they might” her reply.

“Oh did she?” still concentrating on the moving dildo.

“We could you know, couldn’t we?” she asked

“Could we?”

“Yes just think of it?” and then she went on and on and on, bla, bla, bla. Reeling off all the reasons why. Never stopping, she was starting to do my head in. “Oh come on say we’ll do it, even if it’s just once. I could do with some new clothes, and with the money we earn I could buy some…come on Lisa, I’ll do it if you will…what do you say?”

“All right, all right…just don’t go on about it…concentrate on the dildo” I said.

The dildo was forgotten, she was squealing with delight, cuddling and kissing me.

“I can’t wait to tell mum…she’ll be so pleased”

Already I was ruing my having agreed to it. The vision in my mind had been that of a guy like Richard Thornley, full of good looks. Oh I’d participated in doing it with other men, friends of Richards and receiving monitory reward for doing so, but who and what were the clients of Linda’s mum like, she did not seem to care too much who fucked her, just as long as they paid the price she asked.

If I thought all this was not going to effect me, then I was far too naïve. I always thought I was in control. At the time it was just a bit of fun, have sex with a guy, receive payment for it, and move on. I could walk away from it any time I wanted to, just how wrong I was, was reflected in my future. It locked onto me just like drugs and alcohol attach to some people. I eventually found just walking away wasn’t that easy.

At school on the Tuesday, Linda asked” You OK for Friday night?”

“Why? I replied, but I already knew the reason for the question.

“Friday night, remember what we talked about last week-end…mum, Sally, you and me”

“Oh that… yeah well what about it?”

“Friday night we get to do it” she replied, sounding excited about it.

“Mum said with two ships arriving this week-end, the pub will be full, and she’s certain we can get together a foursome”

“Oh right” I replied most unenthusiastically.

“You do still want to do it…please…please say you still want to do it” and started to ramble on again.

“Yes…yes I’ve told you I will…ok”

Friday night eh, well I could still go to the party on Saturday night that Brad Sturmer had invited me to…his parties were real cool.

Friday night, Linda and I, with the help of mum and big sister spent time thoughtfully trying on different combinations of skirts and tops…that and choosing which underwear looked best and sexiest, although I had my doubts that it would matter a great deal. If mum and daughter picked up any seamen, it really wouldn’t matter what we were dressed in, we could have dressed in nun’s clothing, they would be feeling randy as hell and eager to go.

Her mother and eldest sister had clothes and underwear galore.

“Here try these on”

“No! Now try these on”

It was trial and error, what I thought looked good did not necessarily meet with mums approval, eventually it was, lace frilled scanty red knickers and matching red bra. They found a pair of thigh-hi black stockings, courtesy of sister. I had a plunging black top, with a short red leather skirt, and I mean short. Make up again courtesy mum and sister, Linda’s mum brushed my hair and put it in a ponytail, she fluffed around, tugging and adjusting my attire, until she was satisfied…there, perfect she said.

I took a look in the full-length mirror to see the finished product, what I saw was a hooker, I could have stood on any street corner in the red light district and blended right in.

“Oh—god—oh—my—god” I said.

“You look good honey, don’t you think you look good?” her mother asked.

I nodded “Yeah…yeah…I guess I do” a rather unenthusiastic reply. If I had sounded unenthusiastic, it did nothing to deter the mother.

“Yes, yes you both look just great” hugging Linda first, then me, being careful not to disturb any of her creation.

“Now girls…you two just sit tight, Sally and I are off to the hotel, find a couple of nice men for you, and bring them and supper back for you…watch TV or whatever it is you do…DON’T go out” she said, wagging her finger at us.

“No mum we won’t” Linda’s reply. She was positively bubbling, she just couldn’t wait for them to return.

She couldn’t settle, first she sat and watched TV, and then she was up, prancing around the house, kept looking in the mirror, hands cupping her breasts, pushing and puffing them up. “My breasts, do my breasts look OK to you?”

“They look fine Linda” I told her for the umpteenth time.

“It’s ok for you, you have good breasts, I think mine are too small, I’m gona get implants when I’m old enough”

“We’re still both developing…just wait and let nature do its thing eh”

Eventually I got her to dig out a porn movie from the stash that her mother thought we did not know about. It only got her all horny, and I must admit, it put me in a better mood.

“Oh god…oh god, look at the size of that one…I hope my guy isn’t that big” she said

We sat and watched as the porn stars did their thing, until both of us were sitting in wet knickers.

The slamming of the taxi-van doors, the shouting, laughing and loud voices told us they had arrived…it was just gone eleven thirty, we both jumped up together.

“Oh god this is it Lisa” said Linda, a rush of blood to her cheeks. I wasn’t any better; my heart was pounding like crazy and my stomach felt a little queasy. Yes this was it as we stood waiting for inspection.

The door burst open and the group staggered, rather than walked through the front entrance, accompanied by laughter and curses.

“Jesus, fuck’n Christ, I nay saw that fuck’n step” came the Scottish voice of one of the men.

“I that’s cos ya pissed Andy” another Scottish accent

“Am no pissed, ya ignorant cunt” in reply.

They made their way to where Linda and I stood in the kitchen area, then silence as they stood and looked at Linda and I.

Linda’s mother put what looked like a fish take away on the kitchen table. Seeing the men her mother had brought for us did nothing to fire up my enthusiasm. I had no fancy to go with any of them.

“Which one’s Lisa?” the one called Andy asked.

“The blond one with the ponytail” mothers reply.

“Ohhh I, I she looks real lovely…real lovely…she’s a wee cracker” he said, as he staggered and weaved his way toward me on drunken legs. Then placing his arm around my waist, and with his hand cupping and squeezing my breast, said

“Oh and she has nice, firm titties as well” and then. “You said she was a real good looker…you weren’t kidding were you Sally?”

“No, I told you, you wouldn’t be disappointed did I not?”

“No…I’m no disappointed at all” his reply.

Already I was regretting having agreed to this, I wanted to bolt for the door, escape just get out of here. They were nothing like Richard Thornley and his friends.

I have no idea how old he was, at fourteen all people seemed old, but he did appear to be older than Richard. A two-day gray stubble upon a withered and leathery face, teeth turned brown from nicotine, and an unruly mop of graying hair. He was about five foot ten, broad shouldered, and stocky in build. Standing beside him, I looked small, but then at fourteen, I was still growing

Linda’s man did not appear to be quite as old, but still he was somewhat shabby. She didn’t seem at all perturbed by his appearance, the guy had made toward her as soon as he know she was for him.

“And you must be Linda eh?” he asked, he also Scots man

“That’s right…I am” her reply as he put his arms around her waist, and began to kiss her passionately.

Her mother and sister were too busy with their two guys to take notice what Linda and I were up to.

Andy, gave my breast another squeeze, turned me toward him, and put his mouth on mine, forcing his tongue down my throat. I wanted to be sick, but managed to hold back, I pushed against him, but he was strong and continued to hold me, squeeze my breast and kiss me. His hand ran under my skirt and up my thigh, his fingers searching for my pussy. I pushed harder.

“Come on lass…come on, let me feel that nice tight cunt of yours eh?” still trying to push his fingers inside me.

“All right lads…come on…lets eat, before it gets cold, you’ll have plenty of time for that later” It was Linda’s mum.

Andy gave me a wicked smile and said, “Aye, we will that lass, we will” kissing the top of my head.

“Here, sit here” he said, indicating, his knee.

Sitting on his knee, he put his hand on my leg, and then running it up my thigh. When he tried to get his fingers under my panties, I clamped my legs tightly together.

“Ock, come on lass, that’s no way to be friendly, I only want a feel of ya cunt”

“Come on now Lisa…Andy’s only after a bit of fun…don’t be silly” Said Linda’ mother, giving me a stern disapproving look.

I relaxed my muscles, letting my legs part.

“I, now that’s better lass” his fingers now able to fumble inside my panties. I grimaced as they went inside, roughly working them back and forth.

“Oh yes, now that’s what I call a nice tight cunt…we’ll have to work on that, make it a little bit bigger eh?” he said, laughing.

When I didn’t reply, he asked the question again.

“Yes…yes we will” my eventual reply

The meal was indeed a fish supper, his table manners matched his person, as he hungrily grabbed and ate, swilling the food down with beer…. Taking chips and fish, and getting me to eat them, once finished he took out a packet of cigarettes, and retrieving one, lit it, taking in a lung full of smoke and exhaling. His arm and hand resumed the position it had prior to the meal, on my breast and squeezing. He took another lungful of smoke, followed by a mouthful of beer, placed the cigarette in the ashtray to smolder, then his hand was up my skirt and thigh…searching once again for my pussy. His mouth once again found mine, and his tongue down my throat, the taste of stale beer, nicotine and food.

The meal was finished, leaving just a few chips and a pile of fish papers

“Has everybody had enough” Linda’s mother asked “Good, then with that, I think we should now all retire for the night…Linda you just use your room…Lisa take Andy into the guest room, Sally and I can use my room, there’s two separate beds in there…Andy… Stan…you both got rubbers?”

“Ock no, I don’t need them, I prefer to ride them bareback, young fillies like this we don’t need no rubbers” his reply.

“Yes you do, no man is going to screw my daughter…or her friend without the use of condoms” that school ma’m look of hers. Handing Linda and I two condoms each.

“Make sure they wear them girls…and now, I bid you all a good night” she said, taking her mans hand and heading for the bedroom. We all followed behind, peeling off at our prospective rooms.

When Andy shut the door behind him, I was alone, shut off from the rest of the world.

He stood on wobbly legs, waving his hands around, eyes slightly glazed.

“Get you’re fucking gear off lass” as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, pulling his pants around his knees, he lost his balance and fell backward into a chair, laughing.

“Whoops…I lost ma fuck’n balance” he said, trying to get his trousers over his shoes.

I was slow to undress, unzipping my skirt and letting it drop to the floor. For a moment he stopped what he was doing “Ya have a nice pair of legs on ya lassie, so ya have” waiting for me to take off more. “Ya knickers…take off ya knickers…let me see that wee tight cunt of yours lass” I had no desire to remove them, as he struggled out of his trousers, then slipping out off his undies.

“Well if you won’t take them off, I will” he said, pulling himself from the chair, a flicker of an erection starting to form.

“Now lass, let’s get to the business eh?” grabbing me, and propelling me to the bed, tumbling and falling backwards onto the mattress, then gathering me in his arms, drew my body tight against his. The smell of body odor, mixed with the smell of nicotine and alcohol was rife.

“Oh you’ve a firm little body on ya lass” pressing himself against me. I lay on my side, with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, his eyes full of fire and lust, staring into my eyes. His mouth, found my mouth, and once again he forced his tongue down my throat. I did my best to respond, but could find little pleasure in it, I played the part by placing my hand behind his head, and pressing my lips vigorously against his lips, and whispering and moaning. “Oh Andy…oh Andy”

“I…that’s better lass…that’s better” was his immediate response, slipping his hand between my thighs. The feel of my firm, smooth, warm flesh, firing his passions, he grabbed and ripped my pants from me, quickly searching, finding and thrusting his fingers into my pussy.

“Oh lass….oh lass, that feels so good, that’s a nice sweet tight little cunt you have there my dear” thrusting and pushing with great gusto. Rolling me on my back, he climbed on top of me, pushing apart my legs.

“Oh I bet you’re a great little fuck lass…a great little fuck” he said with trembling voice. His cock was uncut, the foreskin pulled back, and I could see its large bulbous end. I felt the hardness of it, as it brushed my thigh.

“No Andy no, not yet, not yet…the condom, you have to wear a condom” I shouted at him.

“Ock no, we don’t need a condom…much more fun without one lass”

As I continued to protest, my hands searched frantically for the condoms I’d dropped on the bed.

“No Andy no….I…oh…ohhhh, ahhhhhhh” My protest turned to a gasp, as he thrust inside me. He wasted no time, and immediately began to fuck me.

“Oh that’s good…that’s good” he purred, his ass rising and falling. Fuck, fuck, fuck, making his cock thrust and work inside me.

A heavy moan and a soft groan “Oh yes, yes…tight…tight, that’s what you are lass…nice and tight” fuck, fuck, fuck.

If I’d thought that the drink would slow him down, and my ordeal be over quick, I was wrong, the alcohol did nothing to effect his performance.

I was hardly aware that I was being turned over onto my stomach, my ass pulled up, legs spread apart, and his cock was reentering me…it was oh so quick. To Andy McCollum, I was just a bit of skirt, a sex toy, something to give him pleasure for the night…there were girls like me all around the world, and in every port he visited. All he had to do was front up with the cash, and the girl was bought and paid for. Well I’d been bought and paid for, and he was about to get his money’s worth.

Such was the profession I was slowly being dragged toward.

Huh…huh…huh, his thrusts, not fast, but were very deliberate, my body reverberated from the action of the thrusts. Smack, smack, smack, the sound of his loins slamming against my ass.

“Oh…oh…oh…oh” I called out, holding on to the headboard, with each of his inward thrusts. My body swayed to the thrusts, my head almost hitting the headboard…I was praying inwardly for him to cum, for it to be all over, but still he kept up the steady, hump, hump, hump, fuck, fuck, fuck. Then he wrapped both arms around my waist, held me tight, tight against his cock that was implanted inside me, and started to cum.

“Ohh…ohh…ohhh” He gasped, fighting for breath, not withdrawing until he was completely satisfied he had no more to give.

“Here let me take this off you” tugging at my top, and pulling it over my head, followed by “Your bra as well” undoing the clasp at the back.

He was infatuated with my breasts; he was still behind me, his hands cupping them, his fingers making my nipples hard.

“Beautiful…beautiful” he murmured. “You have nice tits lass…nice tits” his hands squeezing harder.

I stared at the wall, listened to his ramblings, felt his hands roaming my body, heard the muffled voices, and sounds of sex and lovemaking coming from the other rooms…it would seem everyone was having a good time, did I say everyone?

We lay side by side, his hand rubbing against my thigh.

“I need a smoke lass”

I watched his broad back, and big ass, as he went in search for a cigarette. He turned, letting me see his appendage, he stood at the foot of the bed, taking time to light his cigarette, then dropped back onto the bed beside me, his hand back on my thigh. He took a long deep drag, filling his lungs, letting the smoke blow out again.

“I’ll just finish this lass, and giya another fuck, does that sound alright?”

“Yes, yes, sounds good to me” I replied without enthusiasm.

He stubbed out the butt in a glass, and then taking his cock in his hand, began to pump it. I felt the bed tremble as he did so. I watched as it grew bigger and harder, until it was ready to go again.

After a second round, or should I say, second cuming with Andy, the bed had been devastated. I found the lost condoms, condoms that Andy said were a waist of time.

Never the less he tore open the packets, removed the contents, took the condoms to the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet, leaving the outer wrappers for Linda’s mother to find, thus giving the impression we had used them.

“Our secret eh” he had said, tapping his finger against his nose and winking at me. Yes our conspiracy I guess.

He flung back the bedcovers, inviting me to get in, having done so he joined me, pulling the bedcovers over both of us. Sleep, I wanted to go to sleep. I’d given him what he wanted, what he’d paid for, now all I wanted to do was sleep. Turning my body away from him, he put his arms around me, and cuddled up close, his hand gentle this time as it cupped and squeezed my breast…a satisfying grunt and sigh. “Oh yes…oh yes, a nice wee body, on a nice wee lass” rubbing himself against my bum.

I must have drifted off to sleep, it was six-thirty in the morning, and a hand was playing with my pussy, two fingers pushed inside it.

“Oh lass, ya feel just as good in the morning, as ya do at night” As the fog of sleep slowly evaporated, I remembered where I was, and the night before…oh god yes, the night before, now I remember. The man, the man who I’d been sleeping beside, slid on top of me, prizing my legs apart, he said. “Nothing like a wee fuck in the morning hen” Before I was fully in command of my senses, he was thrusting his erection inside me.

“Oh god…oh god” I cried and winced. The fullness of his cock entering me like that had my full attention…I was now fully awake.

His ass humped up and down with speed, his hands gripped my ass, squeezing my buttocks, and there was a sense of urgency in him. “Hu, hu, hu, hu”. Quick staccato breathes. “Yes, yes, yes” he said as his ass sped on. Without warning his mouth was on mine…his kisses wet and sloppy, the staleness of his breath in my nostrils. I fought for air…I was suffocating. The I felt him cuming, he stopped kissing and I was free to breath once more. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, from the effort he had just put in, now it was his turn to fight for breath, as he gasped, trying to get air into his lungs.

I lay there, staring at the white ceiling above me, while my client, I guess that’s what I could call him, a client, fought to get his breathing back.

“You know I’ve enjoyed the night lass” he said, having now withdrawn, and lying beside me. If he thought I was going to respond in kind, he was mistaken.

Eventually he said. “I well, I best get ready, and make my way back to the ship” Words that suited me. I watched, as he retrieved his carelessly discarded bits of clothing. His body in the light of day looked gross, his deflated cock and balls swung between his legs, to be covered by his underpants and trousers. I don’t think he looked any better dressed than he did naked. I curled up under the mattress, and tried to go back to sleep, but then a few minutes later, the voice of Mrs Roscoe, who was hovering over me.

“Come on…come on Linda…let’s all join the others my dear”

I was rather sullen and petulant, and most reluctant to get out of a warm bed and join. “The others”

“No come on love…once they are gone you can come back to bed”

I threw back the covers and reluctantly got from the bed, shoulders drooping. “Ohhh”

“Here put this robe on” handing me a robe, to cover my naked body.

The high spirits of the others did nothing to lift mine. I could see the thunder in Mrs Roscoe’s face as she watched me. Sitting on Andy’s lap as he ate breakfast did not excite me either, one hand to eat toast, and drink coffee, the other to rub my thigh and play with my pussy. I tried to enter into the mood by placing my arm around Andy’s neck, smiling and giving him a hug. The hand that had been playing with pussy, now playing with my breasts.

“She has lovely tits this lass…lovely tits” said Andy.

“She’s a well-developed young lass Andy…a well developed young lass” from Mrs Roscoe, giving a knowing nod.

At long last it was time for them to depart, one last thing to do, kiss goodbye. It was as if we were saying goodbye to some great friend, who we would not be seeing again. I hoped I never saw Andy again. He held me tight, his hands taking and raking my body for one last time, his kiss long and passionate, then they were into the taxi and bound for the ship. The ship was leaving that night, so bye, bye Andy.

Apart from myself the others seemed to be quite satisfied with the nights entertainment, just broody old me.

It was quite obvious Linda was right into it, couldn’t wait for the next time.

“What’s wrong Lisa…what’s your problem?” asked Mrs Roscoe, seeing my sulking posture.

I told her I didn’t like Andy.

I was sitting on the couch, my hands pressed between my knees, staring at the floor.

She came and sat beside me, putting her arm around my shoulder, to comfort me.

“Heh…come on lass, do you want to continue on with this Lisa?”

I nodded my head and said, “Yes…yes I do”

“Well honey, in this game, we can’t always choose the johns we would like to go with, but I can tell you they are not all like Andy, some men are real bastards, Andy an example, but there are some really shy guys, and they need a little bit of coaxing, to help them get over that nervousness, I know you’ve had a bad one to start with, but I’m sure you’re strong enough to get over it…. now, you sure you want to go on, I can get us all another john for next week…or even tonight if you want?”

I nodded again and said “Yes…yes I want to go on with it, but not tonight, next Friday…if that’s all right with you Mrs Roscoe”

Her smile was warm, and reassuring, as was the hug, then she kissed the top of my head.

“Now, call me Sally, or mum, would you like to call me mum?” she asked

She seemed like a mum to me, I’d almost lived out of the Roscoe home; Linda was more a sister to me than Sara, my own sister.

I hugged her, and said thanks mum.

“Now this will put a smile on your faces” she said, as she handed each of us, our earnings for the night. She was right, it did. I couldn’t believe I could earn so much, even though I’d had to go with Andy.

*** *** ***

Around this time there was something that stood out in my mind, you know, something’s more than others, this was one of them. Both Linda and I had purses full of money. Linda slipped her arm through mine, saying. “Come on, now that we’re whores we are going to buy ourselves some real nice clothes, sexy clothes…look good for our men”

It was the word whores. It suddenly struck home exactly what I was, I never liked the word then, I’ve since got used to it, but until that moment I had never seen myself as a whore. Linda of course, reveled in the idea.

I didn’t know it then, but I was already being sucked into the vortex. My whole life revolved around prostitutes, my best friend was becoming a hooker, her sister was a hooker, and her mother was a hooker. Sex was something you did with men, and in return you received payment.

Linda’s mum knew, that once I got past men, the likes of Andy, it would be that bit easier the next time, then a bit easier the time after that, and so on, until I didn’t have a problem with it anymore. Her whole idea was to set up a few girls to work for her; I was to be one of them. I did some, but not all Friday nights, with Linda it was different, she was part of the family, she’d found her vocation in life.

I don’t want the reader to get the idea that it was wall-to-wall shagging, and I did little else, which is incorrect. Apart from my odd Friday night as a hooker, I still lived a normal life. I got up in the morning, went to school, went to parties, had boy friends, but I think the boyfriends were there for the shagging, you know, a guaranteed fuck at the end of the night. Most friendships only lasted for about six weeks, before the boy had, had all the sex he wanted, then moved on.

I continued to see Richard Thornley for a few months, a favour here, and a favour there, for his friends.

Linda was on the fast track to full time prostitution, which of course came as no real surprise, considering her background, she never really had a chance to do anything else…me I had no excuses, my family background should have led me to something entirely different than being a hooker…more like my sister… a lawyer perhaps…well I’d had the education to achieve that status.

Mrs Roscoe (mum), had ideas of starting her own brothel, with a stable of girls…me to be included. Instead, Peter Chang persuaded her to work for him, along with sister Sally and Linda.

I turned tricks for mum, up until the time; they all went to work for Peter Chang. There was a six-month period, when I had no involvement with prostitution. Of course Linda and I kept in contact, she seemed happy with her lot, and found street walking, entirely different to operating from home, said the girls were great to get along with, and they all looked after each other.

“What about mum, and sister Sally, do they do street walking?” I asked

“God no, mums in charge of one of Peter’s massage parlors, and Sally works from there as well”

She was keen to get me in on the act as well, but I was a little scared of parading up and down a street, and getting into a guy’s car and going somewhere with him.

She admitted it did have certain risks, but they all looked out for each other, and there had been no major attacks on any of the women, that she knew of.

“Tell me Lisa, don’t you miss it…the buzz…and of course the money?”

“Yes…of course I miss it, it was good when we operated from your place, can’t we go back to that?” I asked.

She gave a forlorn sigh, “No Lisa…those days are gone”

Whenever we met, she kept the pressure on, always saying I should go and see Peter Chang for a job. Then one day she came to me all excited.

“I’ve been telling Peter all about you, and he’s interested in seeing you, he wants to interview you on Friday…isn’t that super Lisa?”

“Linda I’ve already told you, I’m not too sure about all this, I don’t think street walking is my thing”

“Oh, please…please, just go and see him, nothing ventured nothing gained eh? I’ll even come with you, hold your hand…please, Lisa…please”

As always, Linda got her way, and so I was to go and see Peter Chang…

… Continued in part 2