Brent and Robin spent almost two weeks with the Lassers before they continued their journey to San Francisco. The four of them slept together in a big king-sized bed every night, and it was just one big long orgy of fucking and sucking each other. Before putting them on a bus, Phil gave the youngsters two hundred dollars to tide them over.
When they arrived in San Francisco they spent the first day trying to find an inexpensive furnished apartment, finally locating one in a rather run-down building on Grant Avenue near Chinatown. By the time they'd paid the first month's rent, plus a deposit, they had very little left for food.
Brent went out every day, looking for a job while Robin tried to stretch their limited money for food. When Brent left on his fourth day of job hunting, they only had three dollars left between them. Sitting alone in the apartment, Robin began worrying about the desperate position in which they found themselves. She could think of only one way to raise some quick money, but she had no idea of how to sell herself. The thought of walking up to a strange man on the street frightened the unworldly youngster.
Wondering where she could go and who she could proposition, she suddenly thought of Carl Jackson, the apartment house manager. He lived downstairs with his fat rude wife, but Robin had noticed how he ogled her youthful young body when they passed in the hall. He was a rather sloppy-looking man in his early forties, but Robin was acutely aware of how he'd been lewdly lusting for her since the first day she'd moved in.
Brent had replaced a light bulb the day before, and the burned-out one was still in the waste paper basket, so she decided to replace it for the good one in the kitchen. Her plan was to get the apartment manager alone with her on the pretext that the light switch wasn't working.
It was only about ten o'clock in the morning, and not having dressed yet, she threw on a robe and walked down to his apartment.
"Hello," smiled Robin when his fat, slutty wife answered the door.
"Yes," said Mrs. Jackson, without smiling.
"Is your husband in?" the girl asked.
"No, but he'll be back in a few minutes."
"Well," sighed Robin. "The light switch in my kitchen isn't working. Would you ask him to check it when he gets back?"
"Yeah," sighed the woman, closing the door in the girl's face.
Hurrying back to her apartment, Robin removed the robe and slipped into a short little nightie that barely covered her sweet young ass. Looking into a mirror, she was pleased to see her nipples faintly exposed beneath the thin material of the low-cut garment.
She put on a pot of coffee and had only been waiting a few minutes when she heard him knocking.
"Hi, Mr. Jackson," she beamed when she opened the door.
She was pleased with the way he gulped and sputtered as his eyes traveled from her visible nipples down to her shapely bare thighs that were so deliciously exposed beneath the short nightie.
"M-m-my w-wife says you're having trouble with a light switch," he stammered, beads of perspiration breaking out on his bald head as his eyes moved back up over her lovely young body.
"It's in here," she smiled, leading him into the kitchen.
Following the girl, he was literally drooling as he stared at the soft round cheeks of her ass through the thin material.
"Is the bulb okay?" he asked, flipping the switch up and down.
"I'm sure it is," she lied. "We put a new one in last night."
"Well," he spoke in a trembling voice. "Let, me get a bulb out of the bathroom so I can check it."
While he was gone, Robin hoisted herself up on the sink top, lifting the hem of her nightie and spreading her thighs so her pink little slit would be clearly visible to him. Returning, he screwed in the bulb and the light immediately came on.
"It was just the bulb," he said, turning to face the pretty little blonde who was perched on the drain board of the sink.
His mouth dropped open and his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her juicy pink cuntlips peeking out at him from the golden swirls of her downy pussy hair.
"I'm so sorry to have bothered you," she smiled coyly. "I feel so stupid. May I offer you a cup of coffee?"
"That would be nice," he gulped, not in any hurry to leave.
Hopping down from the sink, she poured him a cup of coffees and then picking up a large carrot that she'd purposely left on the table, she jumped on her perch again. He sat in a chair not three feet from where she was sitting above him. He just stared numbly at the delicious pussy tucked so sweetly between her open legs.
"Aren't you having any coffee?" he stammered, frying to make conversation under the wild circumstances.
"I've had plenty," she grinned. "I like to suck on carrots."
"What do you mean, suck on them?" he asked, completely confused with her behavior.
"Ooooooooh," she giggled, suggestively sliding the fat end of the carrot in and out between her obscenely availed lips. "I like to suck on long, hard round things."
His cock began throbbing violently as he watched the passionate expression on her face. The wild lust in her eyes as she sucked and licked on the obscene-looking carrot was almost blowing his mind.
"What's so neat about sucking a carrot?" he asked, his trembling hand placing the cup back down on the table.
"Please don't think I'm naughty," she giggled, "but it reminds me of sucking on a man's hard prick."
"Do you suck your husband's cock?" he asked excitedly, getting more aroused by the minute.
"Sure," she bragged.
"Funny," he grinned. "You kids don't even look old enough to be married."
"Don't worry," giggled Robin. "I'm old enough."
Seeing how the trembling man was drooling, Robin was quite confident that she would land her first customer. Smiling down at him, she removed the carrot from her mouth, and spreading her bare thighs wider apart, she began lightly running the thin tip of it up and down her blatantly exposed slit.
"God, that feels neat," she whispered.
Seeing that the bald headed man was almost out of his mind with lust, she turned the carrot around and slowly pushed the fat end of it up between her slippery cuntlips. The sweating, drooling man could hardly believe his eyes when she began plunging the length of the thick carrot in and out of her hot dripping twat. The orange surface of the vegetable was soon coated with a milky film of cunt juice as her young pussy began creaming all over it. Trembling with the most intense lust he'd ever felt, Carl could see her deliciously pink cuntlips sucking and clinging wetly to the juice-slickened carrot every time she drew it out for the next thrust.
"Oh, God," she panted. "I'm gonna come all over this fuckin' carrot, but I'd rather have a cock fill me with jizz."
"Would you?" he gasped, excitedly rubbing his cock through his pants.
"Sure," the cute little blonde giggled. "Would you like to fuck me?"
"Shit, yes," he panted.
"Okay," she whispered. "Take your clothes off and come into the bedroom."
The man began frantically ripping his clothes off as he followed her from the kitchen.
"My," she beamed when he finally ripped his shorts off. "That's a neat prick."
It wasn't as large as her brother's, but it was long and thick with a big acorn-shaped cockhead with a thick flange at the base of it. The thought of his dick drilling into her cunt was getting the horny youngster almost as aroused as her potential customer.
When he sat down on the edge of her bed with his cock thrusting up proudly from between his legs, Robin removed her nightie and dropped to her knees in front of him.
Momentarily forgetting that she was after money, Robin firmly took his shaft in her hand and lowered her mouth down toward his big, blood-bloated knob. As with every prick she'd tasted, it felt so deliciously big and hard as she lightly brushed her half-parted lips against the big rubbery cockhead. Her wet little tongue darted out, gently flicking against his sensitive male flesh. Swirling her tongue around the end of his swollen knob, she could feel the man's body trembling with excitement.
Smiling up at him, she could see little drops of sweat breaking out all over his bald head and brow. His eyes were rolled crazily back in their sockets and his open mouth was twisted into an imbecilic grin.
Lowering her head again, she began running her tongue up and down the entire length of his shuddering shaft. It pleased Robin to feel it throbbing as she teased her wet tongue around the base of his dick. Completely forgetting that she was going to charge him for her favors, she slowly took the whole of his big cockhead into the wet hotness of her mouth. She could feel him lurching as her soft slippery mouth slid down over his rod, her lips tightening around the base of his thick knob, trapping it securely in her moist oral cavern.
"Oh, God," he gulped, staring down at his shaft buried between the baby-soft sucking lips of the pretty little blonde.
"D'ya like having your cock sucked?" she softly whispered, momentarily releasing his prick from her mouth.
"Shit, yes," he gasped, clutching at the edge of the bed.
"Good," she smiled, suddenly remembering why she had him there. "Because we're gonna have a lot of fun this morning."
"What are you doing?" he gasped when the pretty girl stood up. "Aren't you going to suck me off?"
"Maybe," giggled Robin. "But that was just a sample."
"A sample of what?" he panted, his amused, spit-drenched cock throbbing wildly.
"A sample of what you'll get for twenty-five dollars," was her calm answer.
"What?" he gasped.
"I think you're neat, Mr. Jackson," the youngster spoke in a sincere voice. "But I'm broke and need twenty-five dollars, and this is the only way I can earn it."
"I can't give you twenty-five bucks," he mumbled. "My old lady would kill me."
"Why tell her?"
"She handles all the money in our house," was his dejected answer.
"Oh, poor Mr. Jackson," she whispered, reaching down and lightly caressing his lust-crazed boner. "Wouldn't you like to stuff that nice hard prick into my juicy young cunt?"
"Sure," he grinned. "But my wife ain't gonna give me any money so I can fuck a girl."
"Don't you think my cute little twat's worth the money?" she mewled, taking his hand and inserting the tip of his finger into her hot dripping slit.
"Jesus, God," he gulped, twisting the length of his finger around the slippery hotness of her slick pussy flesh. "That sure is a sweet little pussy."
"Wouldn't you just love to put your nice big cock in there?" she teased, still tenderly sliding the man's foreskin back and forth over his quivering shaft. "You can find the money somewhere."
"Can I owe it to you?"
"No, honey," she whispered, stepping away from him. "Either pay up or get out."
"Well," he stammered, his eyes drooling over her cute naked body. "I got a little money the old lady don't know about."
"How much?"
"Let's see," he answered, walking over and picking his pants up from the floor.
He took out his wallet and began fumbling through it.
"Here's twenty," he grinned, pulling out two ten-dollar bills.
"Let's see that," giggled Robin, snatching the wallet from his hand.
After thoroughly searching it, the girl came up with two more dollar bills.
"Oh, Mr. Jackson," she teased. "You were trying to hold out on me."
"Can I fuck you for twenty-two bucks?" he asked excitedly.
"Well," the little blonde whispered. "Maybe this time."
"Will you suck my cock again for a minute before we fuck?" he timidly asked.
"Don't worry, honey," she giggled, walking over and putting the bills in her dresser drawer. "You're really gonna get your money's worth."
Returning to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, Robin dropped to her knees in front of him and gently grasped his lurching boner. With his big hard cock thrusting up from his lust-swollen balls, she could feel it jerking in her grasping fingers as she lowered her mouth and began licking his knob with her wet little tongue again.
Robin's mouth slobbered up and down the entire length of the squirming man's cock, soaking it from tip to base until the entire wet shaft was glistening with her warm spit. Reaching down under his stiff boner, she tenderly cupped his balls in her hands, and then lowering her lips, the youngster sucked his nuts gently into her mouth. Delicately sucking on his balls, she tongue-washed the loose crinkly skin of his swollen nut-sac.
The highly aroused man could see her long blonde hair falling luxuriantly over his trembling thighs, her face buried deep down between his legs as she worked hungrily on his balls. The only sound in the room was the wet, smacking noise of her slippery lips and tongue sucking and slurping on his swollen cock and balls.
Lifting her mouth, Robin again closed her lips around his sensitive cockhead while she continued gently kneading his big spit-soaked balls with her fingers. Stroking the base of his hard dick with the thumb and forefinger of the other hand, her slippery lips began sucking rhythmically up and down over his cockhead.
"Holy shit!" gasped the trembling man, digging his hands and fingers into her long golden hair, feeling the softness of her tongue swirling around the head of his prick as her lips sucked and pulled up toward the tip of his knob.
Continuing to suck and slurp on his juicy boner, Robin glanced up at the man she was sucking off. His face was flushed and his heavy jowls quivering as the perspiration glistened on his bald head. There was a wild expression of idiotic bliss on his face as he writhed under the ecstasy of it all.
"You're a naughty man to let a little girl suck on your prick," she teased, her eyes sparkling impishly. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Shit, no!" he gulped. "This is wonderful."
"Good," she giggled, thrusting his cock back in her mouth.
Her hot slippery lips tightened deliciously around his shaft, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth until she felt his big cockhead nudging against the back of her throat. Then, slowly raising her mouth with a deep sucking action, her lips pulled deliciously on the sensitive tip of his prick. When she began excitedly increasing the tempo, the man began unconsciously thrusting his hips up to meet every downward plunge of her slobbering mouth.
"Suck, baby, suck!" he gasped, half-crazed with the feel of her mouth slithering up and down over his screaming rod. His hands and fingers digging into her long blonde hair, he began pumping her head over his bursting cock.
"Suck it, baby, suck it!" he panted like a wild man, thrusting his prick as deep into her mouth as he could.
Realizing that he was about to climax in her mouth, Robin pulled her lips away and flung herself out on the bed.
"In here," she whispered, parting her cuntlips with her fingers as she writhed on her back. "Finish it off in here. I want your cock to give me a big cuntful of jizz."
Trembling with excitement, the apartment manager crawled up between her legs while little Robin grasped his prick and slowly guided it toward her steamy little fuck-hole. She could feel the older man quivering with excitement when his fiery cock head nudged between her slippery young pussy-lips.
Having fucked no one but his fat, slutty wife for the last twenty years, the man almost lost his mind when he felt the tip of his knob slithering up through the hot squeezing flesh of her deliciously tight little pussy. The unbelievable sensation became even more intense as his prick plowed deeper and deeper into the hot juiciness of her tightly grasping twat.
"Oh God," he moaned at the feel of her hot young cunt walls clasping soft and wet around his dick, sending delicious tingles racing up and down the length of his sensitive shaft.
When the man had finally reached full penetration, they lay perfectly still as he luxuriated in the feel of her juicy little slit squeezing soft and hot against his throbbing rod. After several motionless moments, he began slowly drilling his hard shaft in and out of her hot, slippery pussy.
Little Robin was soon writhing in ecstasy as his bone-hard cock slithered in and out against the moist slippery walls of her grasping fuck-hole. The thick ridge of his bloated cockhead was causing a delicious friction as it rubbed briskly through the hot inner flesh that was sucking and squeezing on his thrusting shaft.
"Oh, God!" she whispered, listening to the erotic slurping sound of his tool pumping in and out of her slippery slit. She could feel her cunt juices oozing out from between her cock-squeezing cuntlips and dripping down over her ass where his big hairy balls were slapping against her wet flesh.
Even though she was only doing it for money, Robin felt as if she were floating suspended under this naked male body that was filling her loins with such intense joy.
"Oh, Christ, Mr. Jackson!" she squealed when he began speeding the tempo of his thrusts. "That's it, honey! Give it to me good!"
It had been years and years since the man had fucked into a lovely young body, and never anyone as luscious as this cute little nymphet. The pure joy of it was making him rise to the occasion, and he was suddenly fucking with the gusto of a young stud.
"Oh, baby!" she whimpered, clutching him tightly. "That's it, you sweet fucker! God, can you fuck… fuck… FUCK!"
The horny youngster was screaming hysterically as the older, puffing man slammed his cock in and out with an unbelievable vigor.
Rapidly approaching an ejaculation, the man was losing all control of his movements. Muscular spasms had taken over and were frantically thrusting his jerking prick in and out with short frantic strokes into her deliciously scalding cuntal sheath.
"That's it, baby! That's it!" she squealed as his jerking dong pounded in and out. His iron-hard cock was ripping and tearing into her cunt with ruthless abandon.
"Oh, sweet fuckin' Jesus!" she suddenly shrieked. "I'm coming, baby, coming!"
Feeling the man's hot cum gushing into her twat, triggered the girl into a wild orgasm that lasted and lasted.
"Oh, God," he sighed a few minutes later as he held the girl in his arms, wondering how he'd be able to steal money from his old lady. "That was wonderful, Robin, just wonderful."