I was the first girl that Beverly turned out. Sold, I mean. Well, not exactly sold – rented is more like it. Rented by the hour, or the night – occasionally by the weekend.
Anyway, I was the first – her first girl – at Hamilton High School, that is. I don't know what she might have had going for her before she came to our school.
I never asked her about her past… which was fair, since she never asked me about mine. I'm the kind of girl who knows how to keep her mouth shut.
Beverly appreciated that quality in me. Most girls my age and older are big mouths who couldn't keep a secret if their lives depended on it.
But I'm different. I'm a close-mouthed girl – except when it comes to loving. Then no part of me is closed, least of all my mouth.
But I'm getting ahead of my story.
Anyway, I'm a girl who knows how to keep a secret. I know dozens of them. But I'm through keeping them now.
I figure, the story must be told. Anyway, even though our little circle was busted up and put out of business by the law, all of us girls are safe.
We won't go to court. All the charges are already dismissed. We girls all know too much about the private bedroom lives, the kinks and kicks of the men and women who run this town.
They don't want the truth to come out any more than we do. So we'll all get off scott-free. Not that they could have done much anyway, since most of the girls are under eighteen, under the legal age of prosecution.
So, I'll tell the tale for the record, since I know it won't be used against me.
Maybe, just maybe, if I thought that there was a chance of the law ever catching up with Beverly, I'd keep quiet.
But probably not. She's long gone. I wouldn't want to squeal, but I wouldn't sit here holding the bag, not for anybody, even her.
Did I love her? Hell, I don't know what love is, so how can I answer that, I was her lover, and made love with her, but that's different.
But she's long gone. She knew when we had gone too far, and when the law was going to come down hard to put us out of business.
The amazing thing is how long we were in operation – a ring of high school girls turned whores! Amazing that we lasted as long as we did.
But Beverly was smart. She had all the angles covered, knew the ropes, knew who in the town authority to grease to keep on working.
And it was a discreet operation… until things got out of hand.
The ring ran for over three years. It started when Beverly sold my ass and pussy and the rest of me – with me wanting to do it as much as she did.
She got me early, when I was a sophomore. Now, I'm just about finishing my senior year. But I don't think that they'll let me graduate, not after everything that's come down.
Beverly was hired as an English teacher on the same fall that I began my sophomore semesters.
She had a good eye and knew how to pick her girls. And I was just made for her needs in every way, professional and personal.
I was no virgin when I started high school. Virgin? That's a laugh!
I lost my cherry to a drunken uncle when I was twelve, and had little titties and practically no hair on my pussy.
Uncle Frank it was, my mother's brother. My whore of a mother was between husbands at the time, but went out on a lot of dates, if you can call them that.
But Uncle Frank was a real good guy. He was unmarried, a regular joe in his middle thirties with a good job down at the factory.
Of course, that was years ago, way before the factory closed down and put Uncle Frank and half the town permanently out of work.
He used to babysit for me a lot. Down in the neighborhood where I lived, girls grow up fast, and so did I.
I knew the score, the facts of life, and then some. I didn't live in a slum, but it was as close to a slum as white trash can get.
Like other little girls I knew, I had played doctor with some of the neighborhood kids, showing them what I had, and checking out theirs.
And when I got my period at twelve, I was ready for it. I was really happy when my flat chest started to bud with little titties.
I couldn't wait to grow up. I was, you could say, precocious.
Real precocious. Uncle Frank knew that. Mom went out a lot. She was no hustler – hell, she was too lazy to get something going but sometimes she turned a few tricks to pay the rent.
She loved men, and she was a real piece of ass, in a kind of blowsy way, so there were always lots of fellows chasing after her.
Uncle Frank babysat for me a lot. I wasn't an only child, but my sister Terry was ten years older than me.
Terry got knocked up, married, and divorced by the time she was sixteen, and she was long gone by the time I got my period.
Uncle Frank was a big beefy guy with a red face and hair thinning out on top. He was big, with a beer belly.
He liked to touch me. He was always grabbing me and hugging me and covering me with kisses and making me sit on his lap.
I didn't mind – I love attention, especially from men, and did then, too.
Anyway, about this time I had had my period for close to ten months. My titties sprouted from my chest, and there was a thin patch of hair between my legs.
I guess Uncle Frank had been waiting for me to reach that point for a long time.
It was a night just like any other, when he took me.
Mom went out. She was stuffed into a bra two sizes too small, and jammed in a girdle, and dressed to kill.
She had a hot and heavy date. I knew what that meant – that she wouldn't be home until late in the night, or early in the morning.
Uncle Frank came over, ready to spend the night. He wasn't married, so he didn't have anybody to account to for his comings and goings.
If Mom had been smarter, she would have figured out just why Uncle Frank was so obliging and willing to babysit for a twelve year old kid.
Not that Mom was stupid – she's shrewd enough about things relating to her.
But she goes around a good part of the time in a drunken fog, and she was really hitting the bottle heavy at that time.
Besides, she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Uncle Frank was always willing to babysit at the least little notice, and unlike a real sitter, he didn't charge Mom a dime.
Mom kissed me goodnight and hurried down the stairs to meet her date, who drove up in a big car to pick her up.
She swung that big butt of hers, wiggling her hips as she hurried to the car. She blew me a kiss and got in the car and they drove away.
When she left, I was a virgin – when she came back, my cherry was gone.
But shit, she didn't even know that.
Uncle Frank settled down in front of the TV with a six-pack. I played in my room and pretended to do my homework.
It got dark. During a commercial, Uncle Frank came to my room and said that it was time for me to get into my pajamas and get ready for bed.
So, I did. When I was in my nightie and robe and slippers I came into the den, which was real dark with the lights turned low.
I wore my hair in a ponytail. I was just a fresh kid, thinking she was smart, but still pretty much wet behind the ears.
The nightie was in two parts, a top and matching panties. The top was sleeveless and sheer and all gauzy.
I loved the way it felt on my skin. It made me feel all sexy, especially when my little nipples got stiff and pressed the fabric.
The hem of it came down to my bottom. The panties were sheer and frilly and felt like heaven between my legs.
But, to be a good girl, I wore a robe over it, and belted the robe closed.
I sat down next to Uncle Frank, but he patted his lap and told me to sit on it.
So, I did. I climbed on his lap. He put his arms around me and hugged me and kissed me on the back of my neck.
It wasn't that hot in the house, it was a cool spring night, but Uncle Frank was dripping with sweat and breathing hard.
He looked like he had just finished running a race. But he really started sweating when I parked my little buns in his lap.
I shifted around, trying to get comfortable. My ass pressed his cock and balls.
Something moved under me, pressing my ass, throbbing. Now, I was kind of innocent, but don't think that I didn't know what that was.
All the same, I asked, "What's that, Uncle Frank?"
"Never you mind about that!" His voice was strange, and he smelled of beer. "It's time that you were in bed!"
"Aw, Uncle Frank, I don't wanna go to bed – I'm not tired!"
"Now, Tina…"
"Why can't I stay up with you and keep you company?"
"I'll tell you what, Tina – I'll make a little deal with you."
"What's that, Uncle Frank?"
"I'll let you stay up – if you give me a kiss!"
"Sure!"
I kissed him on the cheek. He was all sweaty. "Now, it's my turn," he said. "I'll give you a great big kiss, so pucker up!"
He hugged me real tight. His hard thing was harder than ever and throbbing like crazy as he pressed his mouth on mine.
He kissed me real hard. He squirmed under me, rubbing his thing against my ass.
He pushed his tongue against my lips. I felt all hot and bothered. Sure, I had kissed with tongues many times, so why not with Uncle Frank?
He put his tongue in my mouth and rubbed my tongue with his. He kissed me for a real long time. When I didn't pull back, he touched me.
First he fondled my hair, running it through his fingers. His hands shook.
Then he rubbed my shoulders. It didn't take him long to put his hand on my tits.
At first, he rubbed my titties with the back of his hand, just brushing them, like it was an accident.
I just kissed him harder. I was a pretty good kisser even then.
Then he put his hand on my little tit. When I didn't take his hand off, he squeezed my tit and played with it while he kissed me.
He rubbed my legs. The robe was closed at the waist, but when he rubbed my thighs the robe opened and showed my bare legs.
I knew that what we were doing was bad, and that Mom would take a strap to my ass and beat it raw if she ever found out.
That thought just turned me on more, since I was glad to do anything that would piss her off, especially something like this.
At last Uncle Frank stopped kissing me. The taste of him was in my mouth.
"You really do have to go to bed, Tina."
"Uncle Frank! You promised!"
"On your way, young lady – if you go to bed like a good little girl, I'll give you a great big surprise."
I was eager and pestered him with questions but he wouldn't tell me what the surprise was. So, it was bedtime.
"I'll carry you." Uncle Frank swept me up in his arms, lifting me, which was easy for him since he was a big strong man and I was a mere little slip of a girl.
I held on to his shoulders and he held me with one arm under my back and the other under my knees and he carried me to my room.
My room was a little bigger than a closet, with just enough room for my bed, a chest of drawers, and some small stuff.
Uncle Frank put me down on my back on the bed. He put me there on my back.
I looked up at him and he looked down at me and neither of us said a thing.
He reached out and opened the sash of my robe, unknotting it. He pulled back the flaps of the robe, exposing me in my nightie and panties.
I should have covered myself up 'cause he could see most of me, through those thin garments, but I didn't move a muscle.
He sat on the edge of the bed and touched me. He told me how pretty I was and how much he wanted to cover me with kisses.
My little nipples were all stiff and he touched them. It made me feel all wet between my legs.
He put hand on my crotch and started rubbing my pussy through my panties.
"That feels nice, Uncle Frank…" I sighed. He rubbed me some more and I got wet inside. His thick thing was sticking up in the crotch of his trousers.
I put my hand on his thing and squeezed. It throbbed.
He took down my panties. He pulled them down my legs and off my feet. He touched my thighs and calves.
My pussy had a real light bush, a dusting of soft dark brown hair. As I got older, my bush got much darker, so now it's almost black.
But then it hardly covered my thin little pussy lips at all – but Uncle Frank did, covered them, I mean – covered them with his mouth.
"I bet that you've never been kissed there!" he said. He pressed his fingertip against my slit and made me squirm.
He didn't wait for me to tell him that no, I never had been kissed between the legs. He kissed me there.
At first, it tickled – for about a couple of seconds. Then it got to me.
My eyes got wide and I got all hot and bothered. His lips were thick, kind of blubbery, and they felt like heaven on my pussy.
He kissed my pussy up and down. Soon I was moaning. I was all lazy and relaxed and stretched out on the bed.
His kisses got wet and sloppy, but then, I was already wet, between the legs, I mean, and his kisses really started making me flow.
He held my hips. Maybe at first he was holding me down, in case I got scared and tried to get away from him.
But there was no chance of that. I was scared yes – scared by how good that mouth made me feel in my pussy, and the rest of me.
Then he started licking my pussy. His lips had been intense but his tongue was much more so! He licked and lapped.
That was the first time I ever had my pussy eaten. It planted the seed, you could say, since I've loved it ever since.
He licked the pussy lips up and down. His spit got all over them. I didn't mind. I was too hot to want anything but that licking tongue.
Once he lifted his hot wet mouth from my pussy and asked me, didn't it feel just wonderful? It surely did, I told him.
He pressed his lips against my pussy lips, then he put his tongue inside me.
It penetrated me. He licked the inside of my pussy until I thought I might faint. Then he took his tongue out.
It was dark in my room, no lights were turned on. The only light was the one in the hall, which shone through the open door.
I thought that he was done, when he took his tongue out of me, but he wasn't, not at all – instead, he put his tongue on my clit.
I almost fell off the bed when he started licking me there.
That was when he pushed my hips down on the bed and tongued my clit until I came – and I never came like that!
I thought that I was going to faint – the room spun – I felt like I was riding the scariest roller coaster in the world! Then I climaxed.
Maybe I did pass out then, if only for a few seconds. Maybe I shrieked, too loudly, because Uncle Frank covered my mouth.
I got control of myself. I was all out of breath, rushing, coming like crazy, heat from my pussy shooting through all of me.
I was like a doll or a puppet. I lay there while Uncle Frank undressed me.
Then I was naked on the bed. My thin bush and my pussy were dripping wet.
Uncle Frank took off his clothes. He pulled down his pants and his shorts and then I saw his stiff thing, all naked.
"Uncle Frank…"
Uncle Frank got into bed, hugging me, kissing me, calling me his little darling.
He took my hand and pressed it against his thing. I was really interested, since I had never been with or seen a naked man.
His thing was huge. Maybe my being young made it seem even bigger to me than it really was. It seared me, but fascinated me too.
Uncle Frank moaned when I touched him. His dick was hard, smooth, hot.
He said that I should kiss his thing, like he had done for me. I got up on my hands and knees, my pussy oozing like crazy.
I pressed my lips against the head of the cock. It was rubbery and throbbing. I licked the head and kissed it.
Uncle Frank told me to take some of it in my mouth and suck it. He sat on the bed, holding his cock, the top of it rising up from his fist.
I took the head of it in my mouth. Uncle Frank sighed and shook.
I pretended that the cock head was a piece of hard candy, like one of the jawbreakers I liked from the penny candy machine.
I didn't know anything about sucking, but I must have done something right, since Uncle Frank almost came just from me sucking his cock head.
It was all juicy and spit ran down the sides of my mouth, down my chin.
He wanted to put his thing deeper. He pushed down on my head, and his cock went over my tongue and filled my mouth.
The head bumped the back of my throat, choking me. I gagged and pulled my head back and told Uncle Frank that I couldn't take it so deep.
That was all right, that was fine, there was something else we could do.
He put me down on my back on the bed. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs. Then he crawled on top of me.
His thing hung down between his legs. It was hot and wet from the sucking. It throbbed when it rubbed me.
Uncle Frank wanted to put his thing in me. He touched the cock head to my slit. He rubbed the wet head up and down my slit and that felt really nice, and made me hot.
Then he rubbed my clit and I got all wet inside, all over again.
Then he pressed the cock head against me and put the head inside… I was thin and narrow, and his cock head was big and fat.
It split and spread my pussy lips, stretching the membranes. They kind of hurt and I started to moan.
I was cherry, and now that he had me where he wanted me, he sure wasn't going to give me a chance to get scared or change my mind.
He shoved his thing in real deep, real hard. It hurt!
Everything had been nice and sweet and sexy up to then, but he got rough.
He was heavy, a big man, and he pushed me into the mattress. His thing was hard in me and it sank deep, stretching me.
I shrieked but before I could get too loud he clapped his palm over my mouth and muffled my cries.
He muttered that it would hurt for an instant, only an instant, then it would feel all nice and fine and I would be a woman.
His thing was choking me between the legs and I panicked. But there was nothing for me to do but get fucked.
I had my cherry. At first it held out, and that was what really hurt, as his cock head pounded at the maidenhead.
Then he pushed harder and my cherry broke. There was a flash of pain between my legs like a knife, and it shot straight up to my head.
I wished that I could faint, but I didn't. My cherry broke, tearing apart, as he stuck his cock all the way inside me.
I was scared now, scared and crying. He kept his hand covering my mouth and his body covering my body as he fucked me.
When my cherry broke there was a bright flash of sharp pain. Then there was a dull aching pain, like I had a toothache down there.
I could hardly catch my breath. He pumped in and out. I guess mine was the hottest, tightest little piece of pussy that he ever fucked!
It hurt when he pushed his thing back and forth. I kept hoping that it would-be over but he just kept pumping harder.
His thing got hotter and hotter. He put it deep in me, deeper than I thought I could take it, so it really started hurting again.
This time he didn't pull his thing out for another stroke, but he kept it in, kept it in while he came.
He groaned. Come shot from his thing. It was warm and thick and gushing inside me like blood. For a second I thought that it was blood, my blood.
He dumped his load in me. The come stopped gushing and faded to a thin trickle. The come was soothing on my membranes.
So, there you have it – that's how I lost my cherry.
By the time I reached my sophomore year in high school, I was a real slut. Not that I gave a damn what other people called me.
They could call me anything they liked – as long as they did it behind my back. If they did it where I could hear it, I made them sorry.
But no boy was sorry if he ever went out with me.
I was really stupid, but it took somebody like Beverly Harker to prove it to me. When she started at the school, I was just ripe for the plucking.
She proved to me what a brainless little idiot I was, to give it away when I could be selling it at top dollar for big bucks.
You could say that Beverly and I were made for each other – she proved it to me. She proved it to me in bed – her bed.