Beverly Harker sold me on her plan to sell me.
We were in bed at the time… her bed. It was on a weeknight after Thanksgiving and before Christmas vacation.
Tomorrow was a school day, but I getting my education in the teacher's bed.
It had taken her until then to hustle me into her bed. After she made love to me for the first time, I was sorry that she had waited so long.
But she had to be careful, being a teacher and all. If she made a mistake and came on to the wrong girl, she would be finished. She chose right when she chose me. Afterward, we were both naked and resting in bed. She had done it to me real good. I never had my pussy eaten so good.
I came heavy. Later, I felt all wet and melted inside, between my legs. My nipples stayed stiff and they throbbed real hard. The throbbings ran right through me.
I was on my back. Beverly was beside me. I rested my head on her arm and curled up against her. She was on her side, toying with my tits.
She sure looked different in bed than she did in the classroom.
She was attractive, but tough. Not tough like some of the sluts from my neighborhood, hard and brassy and cheap, but tough in a cool, classy kind of way.
She's in her late twenties, with short dark brown hair and a sharp-featured face, with cheekbones which stick out and a long thin nose.
In school she looks all businesslike and put-together. She wears her hair pulled back in a knot at the back of her head.
She has real beautiful skin, with an ivory complexion. Her deepset eyes are colored dark chestnut brown.
She's got a strong lithe body, firm and athletic, but with big tits and a great ass. She dresses to cover up her body, in school. There's not much give in her. The kids in school think that she's the straightest of the straight, a no-nonsense, by the book type. There's no getting away with anything in her classes. She's too smart and knows all the tricks students try to use on teachers.
Usually she's cool as a cucumber, but sometimes when a student gets her mad, she can really give him hell.
She does everything by the rules. But that's just her front, her false face. She puts on that act so she can get away with the stuff she does.
She's a handsome woman, but not pretty – her features are too strong for that.
Her hair is dark, thick, and reaches to her shoulders when she unties it and lets it fall free.
That's how she wears it in bed. She let down her hair when she bedded me – let down her hair in more ways than one.
At school she's cool, calm, collected, but in bed she was a tigress.
Her hair was like a lion's mane, hanging all loose and free. After she took me, some but not all of the tension went out of her face.
She has a super body. In school, she keeps it covered up, and always wears suit jackets or blazers and long skirts.
Some of the teachers are teasers, and wear sexy clothes to drive the horny boys in class wild – which isn't hard, if you know teenage boys.
I do.
But Beverly wasn't one of those teasers. She dressed to cover up, not to show off. But not even the plainest clothes could hide her figure.
I had checked it out myself. It was a big reason why I accepted her invitation to come use her house during the weeknight.
One thing led to another, and she led me off to her bed.
It was a miserable night outside, with cold rain and sleet. But it was hot and humid as a greenhouse in her bedroom.
She had been a wild woman when she took me in bed. I'm no shrinking violet, but her passion made me a little scared.
Which only turned me on all that much more…
After we did it, or she did me, I should say, we rested in bed. The tangled sheets were wrapped around our legs, and wet from sweat.
Beverly looked a little more relaxed, but not much. Her eyes were still hot.
While we rested, she felt me up. She played with my tits, rubbing the nipples, pinching and tweaking them.
She made me moan from her handling of my tits. She rubbed down my belly and fingered my bush, which was damp.
Then she put her hand on my pussy and fondled it.
My pussy was super-sensitive from already being eaten. Beverly touched me real light at first, just gliding her fingers over me.
She put her mouth close to my ear. Her breath was warm and tickling.
As she rubbed my pussy, she spoke to me. She told me that I was a beautiful girl and that I had pleased her very much.
She wanted to do something for me, she said. I sighed and said that she had done more than enough. But she meant something different.
She asked me how I would like to have beautiful clothes and jewelry, plenty of money, maybe even my own car?
I told her that it would be great, but that I had stopped believing in Santa Claus a long long time ago.
She told me not to act deliberately dumb. I was sitting on a gold mine, she said, only I was too dumb to take advantage of it.
Surely I knew the effect my body had not only on boys, but on men?
Well, of course I did – I had known that since I was twelve.
What a fool I was, for just giving up MY precious pussy to horny guys after they took me on a date and maybe to dinner.
There were men, older men, respectable clean gentlemen, who would happily pay for the privilege of making love to me.
Now, I had thought of such things. From where I come from, only an idiot would be unaware of that. But I had never sold it.
I sighed and said that the idea didn't sound half-bad, except that I had no idea where those fine gentlemen that she spoke of could be found.
"I do," she said. "Clean, safe, secure, and prosperous mature gentlemen who know how to show their appreciation of pretty girls like you."
She said more on the same subject. While she talked, she rubbed my pussy, so I got hotter and hotter as she went on speaking.
Her mouth whispered in my ear. She talked soft and sound, almost like she was hypnotizing me. I closed my eyes and listened.
When she started talking price, how much I could get for an "hour of love" with one of the gentlemen, I really started squirming.
Outside it was cold and raining. A big gust of wind blew up and rattled the window. I thought how cold it was out there, and shivered.
Beverly put her finger inside my pussy. It was dripping. She pushed her finger in and out, fucking me with it.
I moaned. After a while, I turned on my side, her finger still in my pussy, and pressed my head against her tits.
She wasn't all strait jacketed in her school clothes now – she was naked.
Her breasts were big, melon-sized – she was really stacked, built like a woman and not a girl, with big fat nipples.
It was warm where I put my face between her tits. They pressed my cheeks. It was nice and dark. Beverly stroked me and kept on talking.
I moaned. She cupped her tit and put her nipple in my mouth.
It was good to suck it. It was all hard and throbbing, while the rest of her tit was soft and smooth and warm.
Beverly fondled my hair and back and told me that she would take care of me, that I would be her number one girl.
We would both make lots of money and get lots of kicks.
I took her tit out of my mouth, but only to tell her that I wanted to eat her.
When we had tumbled into bed the first time, she made love to me, while I just laid back and dug what she did.
Now I wanted to do her. She put me on my back. She got on her knees and crawled up to the head of the bed and my head.
She faced my feet and sat on my face. She put her knees on either side of my head. Her pussy was positioned over my face.
She had wide womanly hips, a thick black bush, full and furry, and thick pussy lips which were dark and soft and warm.
She squatted down. Her bush tickled my nose. Her pussy smelled musky and made my mouth water. Her pussy lips pressed my lips.
I kissed her pussy. The lips split, showing the slippery pink wet membranes. They pressed on my mouth, steam coming up from her crotch.
I put my tongue inside her. Her juices were thick on my tongue. I licked them up and swallowed them down and lapped for more.
She rocked back and forth on my face. Her juices smeared from my forehead to my chin. Then she had me lick her clitoris.
Her clitoris was a marble of pink flesh. I put my tongue to it and licked away. Her thighs pressed my cheeks as she rocked back and forth.
When she came she squeezed my head with her thighs, while her pussy quivered against my mouth and she climaxed.
After that night, Beverly didn't waste any time in getting things going.
Mr. Sanford was the first – my first.
I didn't know him. Hamilton is a big town. Anyway, he wasn't from Hamilton at all. He came from New York City, across the river.
He came to fuck me – and paid for the pleasure.
Beverly set everything up. I was over at her house during just about every moment of my free time, mixing business with pleasure.
First there was a photo session.
Beverly had a neat portable camera. It was one of those jobs that develops each picture inside the camera, so you don't have to send the film out to be developed.
That made it convenient for the kind of pictures we took.
She started in her house. It was a small house, one story, set on a corner and off from the other houses in the block.
Beverly rented it. That was one of the reasons why I think that she had pulled this kind of operation before, in other towns.
In case you hadn't heard, teachers get paid peanuts. The unmarried teachers who lived in town had to live in apartments.
But Beverly had that house all to herself. My guess is she rented it for the business she knew she would set up.
There was a living room, kitchenette, bathroom, her bedroom, a guest room, and another, smaller room. There was also a cellar. She took the first sets of photos in the living room. The curtains were pulled tight across the windows so no snoop could peek inside.
She went about it pretty efficiently. She pinned a sheet up on the wall to serve as a kind of backdrop.
She had some lights set up, on little metal stands. They were bright and hot when you stood in front of them.
When she took the pictures, she wore a pair of tight jeans. She was barefoot and bare from the waist up.
I was all pretty, with my hair all freshly washed and shampooed and styled and blow-dried.
First she took some pictures of me without any make-up, just facial shots.
"Your good looks are too mature for you to play a little girl," she said, "although I'm sure you could do it in a pinch, if you had to."
She went on to say that there were other kinds of looks I could cultivate.
She put some make-up on me. She told me that I usually put too much on, and took away from my good looks rather than adding to them.
I was a little pissed at that, 'cause I liked to think that I was real good at make-up. But when she finished with me, and I saw myself in the mirror, I knew she was right. She had done the job perfectly.
It was… subtle. I kind of used to go overboard with the mascara and the glossy lipstick, but she toned down the look.
I looked great – classy, you know? And real sexy.
She took some more shots, just of my head and shoulders.
Then she took some pictures of me in bra and panties. She put me in a black lace bra and matching panties.
The lingerie was expensive, super-fine, and felt like heaven against my tits and my pussy. It was really sexy.
Beverly picked out the lingerie. She had known my size without even asking. She had a skilled eye when it came to females.
Then she took some pictures of me stark naked – standing, bending over, turning my back to the camera and sticking out my behind.
At first I tried to look sexy. Beverly put down the camera without taking a picture and told me to stop hamming it up.
Nothing would be more sexy to a man than my own natural look. Once again, she was right.
When she finished taking the pictures, I got out from behind the lights, sweat shining on my skin, and my nipples all stiff.
She had quite a selection of photos by then. It had taken a long time. I hadn't realized that posing could be so tiring!
Beverly told me that posing for pictures was more work than getting fucked.
I sat on the sofa. My bare bottom pressed the cushions. They were velvet and felt dreamy on my bottom.
I opened my legs and put my hand between them and touched my pussy.
"Now that you've taken the pictures," I said, "isn't there something else you'd like to take?"
There was. She put down camera and photos and came to me. She eased me off the sofa and made me get down on my knees on the floor.
I tilted my head back and looked up at her. Seen from down there, her tits looked even bigger than usual.
She popped open her jeans. She wore a pair of those French designer jeans that fit like a second skin.
The jeans were so tight that I could see the mound and lips of her pussy pressed by the denim. She opened her jeans and unzipped them.
She wasn't wearing panties. Skin, smooth and soft, showed when she opened the zipper. Then her thick black bush came into view.
The jeans were really tight, like they were painted on. She squirmed from side to side as she pulled them off her hips.
Moving like that made her tits bob all over the place. The nipples were hard.
She tugged the jeans down to the middle of her thighs. Then she put her hand on my head and pulled me to her.
My face pressed her bush and pussy. I covered her pussy with kisses, then licked it up and down before putting my tongue in her.
I licked the juices in her slit and tongued her clitoris until she came.
Later, she used a dildo on me.
It was the first time. She went into her bedroom and when she came out she was naked and carrying the dildo.
She had eaten my pussy so it was all wet and dripping. She stood me up. I was all lazy and dreamy. She made me bend over the sofa.
I stood on the floor and lay across the back of the sofa with my head and arms hanging down. Beverly stood behind me.
She made me move my feet wider apart and open my legs for her.
That first time, she didn't wear the dildo when she used it on me. She stood there and worked it by hand.
My pussy was wet but the dildo was thick. She touched it to my mouth and made me suck it wet – she said the mouth practice was good for me.
The dildo was made of pink plastic, smooth and thick and flexible. It dripped with my spit when she took it out of my mouth.
"I'll have to teach you how to deep-throat," she said. "But not now."
She rubbed the dildo head against my pussy lips. My pussy lips were wet and slippery and so was the dildo, so it felt real nice.
She pressed the dildo against the pussy lips and pushed it in.
The dildo was thick and filled me. It stretched me. She pushed it in slowly but made me moan all the same.
It was bigger and thicker than a cock. She reached under me and put her fingers on my slit, at the top.
She fucked me with the dildo. She rubbed my clitoris at the same time. She couldn't rub too hard, 'cause I would have fallen right off the sofa.
When I climaxed, she put the dildo deep inside me and kept it there.
The pictures did their work – that weekend I had my first customer.
It was Saturday afternoon, but I was dressed like it was night. It was a bright but cold day without a cloud in the sky. But it was freezing. The heat was turned up good and warm in Beverly's house. That was good, since I would be without my clothes.
I was surprised by how nervous I was. Would the guy like me? Suppose he didn't think I was pretty? What if he said I was a lousy lay and wanted his money back?
Beverly hugged and kissed me and told me to stop talking like a little idiot, that I was gorgeous, and the proof of that was in the mirror.
She took me to the mirror and stood behind me and showed me myself.
I looked great. I was freshly washed, scrubbed, shampooed, made-up. I wore all new stuff for the occasion.
Beverly bought the clothes for me when we had gone shopping. We had gone a few nights before, to a mall thirty miles from town.
That was just to be sure that we wouldn't run into any of my classmates, who would be suspicious to see a teacher buying clothes for a student.
I wore a tight red dress, a one-piece made of smooth shimmering material. The dress had long sleeves and buttoned down the front.
I had bare legs and wore red high-heeled shoes. Beverly had done my make-up and hair.
I looked great.
I asked if I could have a drink to calm my nerves. She said no. I should keep a clear head – then I would be at my best.
This Mr. Sanford was a gentleman of the old school – and he sure loved pussy.
He greeted Beverly like she was an old friend. It seemed like he might have known her from when she was doing something like this before.
He was middle-aged, early fifties, I guess, with a fine head of white hair and an owlish face and a big soft body.
He wasn't movie star handsome, but he wouldn't have to hide his head under a pillow, either. He was smooth-shaven, with shiny pink skin.
He wore a suit and tie. His clothes were conservative, square, expensive. He had on a gold Swiss watch.
Beverly was dressed nicely, in a tight white blouse and a black skirt slit up the sides to show the knee-high black boots she wore.
Sanford kissed her on the cheek and gave her a little hug. Then she introduced him to me, and me to him, in the living room.
I wasn't quite sure what to do. I put out my hand to shake his. He held my hand and kissed it.
I was even prettier than my pictures, he told me. His pink face got rosy red and his eyes were all hot and looking at me.
I felt a little better after that. After all, what did I have to worry about? I was a sexy piece of ass, and he was male.
That was all I needed to know.
We sat in the living room for a moment, getting acquainted. I sat next to him on the sofa. His leg pressed my thigh.
Beverly made drinks. Sanford got scotch-and-water, but all I got was some ginger ale over ice.
When the glasses were empty, Beverly asked me to go to the room and wait.
This was not her bedroom, but the other room, the guest room. It was small but comfortable, with a big single bed.
There was no window in the room, so I turned on the lamp on the night table. I sat on the bed, which had fresh sheets and blankets.
Outside the room, I guess the payment changed hands. Beverly came in the room first with Sanford trailing her.
Beverly shut the door. Since this was my first time out, she would be present during the session to offer guidance and reassurance.
Mainly, though, she was a voyeur, and loved to watch one of her little girls get fucked, whether by man, woman, or both.
There was an armchair at the foot of the bed and she sat down in it, showing a lot of thigh when she crossed her legs.
Sanford must have known her ways, 'cause he wasn't at all bothered by her being there. Maybe he got off on being watched. I kind of did.
Beverly told us to ignore her and just have our fun.
Sanford came to me. I stood up and he hugged me. He was hot under the collar and his pink face was red now and sweating.
She pressed me against him and kissed me. His lips were blubbery and he was a sloppy kisser with a hot wet mouth.
He rubbed down my back and down the curve of my ass. He put both hands on my ass, one on each cheek, and squeezed them through the dress.
He was hot and stiff between the legs. He stopped kissing me. He unzipped my dress. His hands shook as he took it off me.
I raised my arms over my head and he pulled the dress off. I was in my bra and panties and red high-heeled shoes.
He moaned when he saw my tits in the black lace bra.
He held me and bent forward and rubbed his face against the tops of my tits, where they weren't covered by the bra.
The nipples got hard. The bra was soft and lacey and see-through, and the nipples could be seen pressing the cups.
He put his hand between my legs, rubbing my crotch through the panties.
He turned me around and took off the bra. He had some trouble with the hooks at the back and fumbled clumsily with them.
He muttered and cursed. Then the bra came open. He took it off me.
He said that I had beautiful breasts. I cupped my tits in my palms and lifted them so he could kiss them.
He kissed one nipple and then the other. Then it was time for my panties to come down. He wanted to see my pussy.
He pulled the panties down. His hands were moist with sweat. He pulled the panties off my hips. Their crotch was damp with my juices.
They fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and sat down on the bed so I could take off my high-heeled shoes.
Sanford took off his jacket and hung it up on a hook on the inside of the closet door. His white shirt was damp with sweat.
He stripped down to the waist. He was a big fellow with wide shoulders and a lot of belly, covered with gray body hair.
His dick was stiff and stood out in the crotch of his pants.
He came to me. Would I take him by mouth?
I said that I'd love to.
I got off the bed and got on my knees on the floor. I licked my lips. My head was facing his crotch. He opened his pants, took them down.
He wore silk drawers, boxer style. The front of them was lifted like a tent. The head of his cock was red and swollen where I saw it through the flyhole of the shorts.
He took hold of his dick and squeezed it through the shorts, rubbing silk against it before pulling the shorts down.
His cock flopped down in front of my face. He had a big thick red thing with a wide head. His bush was all graying, like his body hair and the hair on his head.
He fondled my hair and face, then pulled me to him.
His cock head rubbed my face. He put it up against my lips, and I kissed it.
I stuck out my tongue and licked the head. He liked that. He squirmed and his big soft belly rippled like a bowl full of jelly.
He pressed the cock head harder, so I knew he wanted to put it in my mouth.
I opened my mouth and he put his cock in. First he put in the head. I sucked on that for a while, making him shake.
He pressed my face with his palms and held my head and pushed his cock over my tongue and into my open throat.
I sucked on his thing. It was heavy and pressed my tongue. I rubbed it with my tongue. He pumped in and out of my mouth.
I concentrated on relaxing my throat muscles, as Beverly taught me. I was able to take him pretty deep, especially for this first time.
His thing got hotter as he fucked my mouth with it.
Sanford was no spring chicken. He was out of shape, and he huffed and puffed as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth.
He wheezed that he was going to come. He held my head tightly and he put it deep in my mouth and throat and kept it there.
The head of it was stuck in my throat as he came.
I had to gulp down his come to keep from choking. I'm no come freak and don't particularly like the taste. I sucked it down, squeezing his shooting cock with my mouth.
When he stopped spurting, he was still hard in my mouth. He let out a sigh that sounded like a steaming radiator.
He let go of my head. My face was sweaty from his hands. His cock twitched on my lips and tongue. Weakly he patted my cheek.
He pulled out of me. His cock popped out of my lips. His come was thick on my tongue. I smacked my lips like it was champagne.
His cock was red and rubbery, still stiff, wet and sticky. He wanted more.
He got me into bed, pulling down the sheets and blankets.
I glanced at Beverly. Her face was hard and lined and full of lust. Her ivory skin looked white as a sheet while her eyes were like wet black marbles.
Her nipples were like marbles, too, they stood out so stiff and straight. She wasn't wearing a bra under that blouse.
She held the arms of the chair and sat with her buns perched on the edge of the seat as she leaned forward to watch all the action.
She was sweating with lust… so was Sanford. I got on my back, but he wanted me on my hands and knees. I got in that position, kneeling on the bed with my ass raised.
My nipples were stiff. My pussy tingled. This business wasn't too hard to take!
Sanford climbed on the bed and got behind me, so that he faced my ass.
He started touching me. He rubbed my ass a lot. He rubbed my thighs. He reached for my tits and played with the nipples.
He stood on his knees, leaning over me, his cock bumping my ass. He kissed my rear and licked his way down to my pussy.
He rubbed my pussy lips. They got warm. He put his finger inside me. He pushed it in and out, fucking me with it.
He took his finger out of me and nudged me from behind. His cock head bumped my pussy lips. He held it against them.
He moved my knees wider apart so that my thighs were open and my pussy was more open to him. He rubbed the cock head against my slit.
My back was to Beverly, so I couldn't see what she was doing. But I could hear her breathing hard.
Sanford put his thing inside me. He stuffed the cock head into the lips, stretching me. He corkscrewed his cock into me.
He bumped me from behind, pushing his thing in deeper. It was a tight fit. I squealed a couple of times, but he kept on feeding me his cock.
He stuck me deep, putting it way in. He oohed and aahed. He held on tight to my hips and rocked back and forth, fucking me from behind.
I was on all fours and he fucked me dog style.
I participated. I moaned and cried and whimpered and begged him not to stop and did all the tricks whores – and lovers – do to make their men think that they're the greatest lays since Casanova.
Sanford liked to pull and squeeze my tits. He took hold of them, one in each hand, and held on tight while fucking me.
My tits were sensitive, but he pulled them this way and that, twisting them, squeezing them like the udders of some cow he was milking.
My stiff nipples got sore from all the pulling and pinching.
Sanford was a heavy guy, and when he pushed his thing into me, he pressed down hard on me, so that it was a strain to stay on my knees.
I moaned from the pain of my pulled tits. Sanford thought that I was moaning from the good fucking he was giving me.
The way he huffed and puffed, I was afraid that he'd have a stroke – that would have been a hell of a thing!
He jammed his thing deep inside me. The cock head bumped my womb. He didn't pull it out but kept it plunged inside me.
He came. He didn't come as heavy in my pussy as he had in my mouth, but there was still plenty of fresh cream gushing into my slit.
I did good. Sanford thought that I was the greatest, and he promised that he would be coming back for more.
Before he left, he scheduled an appointment with me for the following week.
Beverly was really sexed up from watching me get fucked. After Sanford was gone, she counted out my money for me.
I was naked on the bed. She let the cash fall down on me like leaves, green paper leaves that stuck to my sweating body.
She tore off her clothes and climbed on my face and made me eat her for orgasm after orgasm, until my jaws were sore.
We were off to a great start. Beverly had thought of everything.
She had a closet at her house for me to keep all my outfits and lingerie and new clothes in. I was on the pill, so there was no risk of pregnancy. Her customers were people she knew, who were screened, so there was no worry about any freaks or lowlifes getting into the picture, and my pussy.
A man named Taylor was the second regular customer. He was tall and thin and gray and bony, with a long thin cock.
I took that cock down deep in my throat and held it there to give him a wild suck job, and then I swallowed down all his gushing cream.
Beverly was in the room. Taylor had a yen to see the two of us, me and Beverly, together in a sexual way.
He offered to pay plenty for that pleasure. Beverly answered him by rising from her chair and taking off her clothes.
He moved out of the way. He sat down in the chair where she had been, while she joined me at the bed.
She took off her blouse. She was braless. Her nipples stood out like cherries. She fondled my hair when I sat up in bed.
She took off her skirt. She wore boots and panties. The panties were black silk, and the boots were black leather.
I knelt on the bed with my legs folded under me. My head was just about level with her tits in the bra.
She stood off to one side, so the customer would have a clear view of both of us. Beverly was real thorough, and always thought of things like that.
She unhooked her bra and took it off. Her tits tumbled out. They were heavy but firm and didn't sag. They made my mouth water.
She leaned forward and rubbed her tits against my face. She swayed from side to side. The meaty tits slapped my face and rippled.
She cupped her tit and held her nipple to my lips. I kissed it. She put it in my mouth and I sucked it while she rubbed me.
After a while she took her tit from my mouth. The nipple I sucked was bigger than the other one, although they both were stiff. She pointed to the floor and told me to get down off the bed.
I got on the carpet at the bedside, standing at my knees. Now my head was level with her pussy. She rubbed herself through her panties.
She ordered me to take down her panties – just using my mouth.
I pressed my face against her crotch. The panties were silky against me, and I could feel her body heat through them.
Her thighs were smooth and soft where my face rubbed them. I worked on the panties with my chin, trying to pull them down.
Finally I got a fold of the panties between my teeth. I held it tightly. Then I lowered my head, pulling the panties down.
Beverly told me to be careful not to tear the panties. I had to move my head around from side to side, changing the way I was pulling.
After I got the panties down to her thighs, the rest was easy. The only hard part was fighting the temptation of her pussy which was right in my face.
I lowered my head like I was bowing, and pulled the panties down her legs. They came down easily when they were past the middle of her thighs.
She stepped out of the panties and back I went into bed, with her joining me.
She sat with her back against the headboard and her legs spread. I crawled between her legs and knelt there.
I lowered my head and put my face on her pussy. I kissed, licked, lapped.
Soon her pussy was wet on the outside with my saliva, and on the inside with the juices oozing from her membranes.
Taylor had been sitting in the chair playing with himself, but he got so turned on watching the two of females that he decided he'd rather play with us.
He got into bed while I was going down on Beverly. I was on my knees with my head down and my ass raised high.
He climbed on the bed in back of me. He poked my pussy with his cock head. He pressed it and put it inside me.
His cock was thin but real long. It felt like a snake sliding into me, and reached the pit of my pussy with plenty to spare.
I was being used at both ends – the customer fucked me between the legs, while Beverly filled my mouth with her pussy.
I licked her clitoris while Taylor fucked me from behind.
Beverly raised her legs. They were bent at the knees. She pressed them against my head while I ran my tongue over her clitoris.
Taylor pumped into me. The bed creaked and groaned from the three of us on it and I hoped that it wouldn't break.
His cock pumped into me. He put it deep and came.
I kept on licking Beverly's clit while the cock pumped come in my pussy.
By the time that Taylor stopped shooting, Beverly was ready to climax.
When she came, I felt her pussy quiver. She closed her bent legs and squeezed my head, pressing my mouth hard against her pussy.
It was wet and steamy down there. I held my breath while she came. At last she sobbed and shuddered and her legs fell open.
I raised my wet face from her pussy while she gasped for breath.
Taylor was still hard when he pulled out of me. He wanted more.
He told Beverly that he wanted what I had had, namely the thrill of eating Beverly's perfect pussy.
He would have gone down on mine, if it wasn't filled with his come.
Not that we didn't have come freaks, guys who really got off on licking the semen out of a freshly fucked pussy.
We got into all kinds of kinky scenes – but they came later. Beverly brought me along step by step, with the scenes getting kinkier and kinkier.
Compared to most of those later scenes, when the ring was running at full blast, Taylor's scene was as tame as a Sunday school picnic.
Taylor laid his long skinny body with its long skinny cock down on his back on the bed, while Beverly and I moved around.
I was at his hips and she was at his head. I straddled his hips. I held his cock straight up, with its head touching my pussy.
I rubbed it back and forth on my pussy lips. They were already sticky with the come he had just shot inside. Beverly sat on his face. She knelt over his head, knees on either side, facing me, so that the two of us squatted face to face over Taylor.
I pressed his cock head against my pussy and eased it in. I was lubricated with come and his thing slid up inside me as I sat on it.
Beverly squatted over his face. His face was red. His mouth was open. He reached for her wide hips and held them.
Her rounded ass and her wet, steaming pussy were over his face. He pulled her down. His face was hidden when she squatted on it.
She sighed and moaned when her pussy pressed his mouth. Sucking sounds came from under her as he licked and lapped her pussy.
Her pussy was dripping wet from the eating I have her. The smell of her was thick especially since her pussy was oozing with juices.
Her tits bobbed and shook as she rocked back and forth, rubbing her crotch against his sucking mouth.
I rode his cock, pumping up and down on it. I got better action when I leaned forward and could work out more on his cock.
Because he had come twice, it was really hard for me to bring him off a third time.
I rode him until my hips were sore from grinding into his, and my pussy lips were sore, yes, and the inside of my pussy, too.
When I squatted and leaned forward, I could touch my tongue to Beverly's tits.
She cupped her tits, one in each hand, and held them for me. I licked the nipples and lapped at the rest of her tits.
At the same time, she rode Taylor's mouth. She got excited and ground her pussy hard against his face.
He made her come with his mouth. She shivered and her eyes shut and her mouth opened and she gasped and groaned.
She sat on his face and squeezed his head, smothering him in fresh pussy.
He came inside me, at last. Since it was his third time, he was only good for a few drops or so, which were squeezed from his cock.
But just because he didn't shoot like a firehose, don't think that it wasn't super-intense for him.
That last orgasm just about wasted him. When he stopped shaking and gasping, he lay there on the bed like he'd been flattened like a steamroller.
Beverly rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes, wiping off the sweat. She gave her head a toss, clearing the hair off her wet face.
She rose off Taylor's face. His spit was white and bubbly on her bush, which was soaked with the stuff. Her pussy lips were dark and dripping.
Her pussy lips were spread on his mouth, and I caught a glimpse of the slippery membranes before the pussy lips closed.
I started to get off him, too, but he wanted me to stay there for a while longer. So I sat up straight with his cock inside me.
Beverly climbed off his face and sat on the edge of the bed. She let her head rest on top of her thighs, with hair falling over her face.
After a while, Taylor softened up inside me, and had me get off him.
Beverly did some scenes and sessions with me, for customers with special tastes, but that was generally at the beginning.
After more girls were added to the stable, Beverly didn't join in. She said that she should either supervise or turn tricks herself, but that it would be foolish for her to do both, since she would be, ah, spreading herself too thin.
I thought that it would be hard for her to recruit more girls, even though we really needed them, with business booming.
But Beverly just laughed and told me that I was wrong, that it was easy as pie, and that she was working on those new additions to our little family right now.
As usual, she was right.
It was special, when I was her one and only working girl, but it was even better when the new girls were added.
Beverly really trusted me, since I was the first, and she had me help her with the others, which was a lot of fun for me, and important work, too.
It wasn't very long before we were in full operation, with some of the biggest men – and women – in town as our regular customers!