Theodore was a grease monkey. He owned one of the small garages downtown and everybody said he charged too much for his mechanic work, and I didn't like him because he was always dirty. His hands looked like he never used soap, his fingernails were broken off and he always had oil on his clothing. He was about thirty years old with a nice build, very manly, and at the one time he had been a track star at our school. Sure he was good-looking, but he was so greasy all the time I never would have picked Theodore as a sex partner.
I didn't have much choice.
"C'mon down to the garage, Angie," he told me when he called me at home. "Colin Brown says you're a real hot number."
Damn that Colin Brown! I always heard a man likes to brag about his conquests, yet I figured a husband would stay silent to protect himself. Not Colin. He had to go and tell Theodore while he was getting his car fixed. Showing what a lover he was, to screw a teenager. Maybe I should have told on him too, and I guess I did because I had already told Paula and brought her to him to be deflowered. Sex gets to be a vicious cycle and perhaps that's why so many married people end up fucking the neighborhood. One of them does it, the other one gets mad and she does it too, and they find out it's fun, and pretty soon another key club is started.
Still I had a weapon. I was a teenager. And nobody was gonna force me into anything I didn't want.
"It'll cost you twenty dollars," I told Theodore when I got to his station.
"You're out of your mind, Angie! I can go to the whorehouse for ten-and-two!"
"So go ahead and do it. You'll have to pay me twenty dollars."
Theodore stared at my fresh young body, the single commodity that gave me a bargaining position, and he agreed to the tab.
"Yeah, okay, kid." He wiped his hands on a greasy rag. "Only you'll have to take part of it out in trade. I just bought some tires for stock and I'm short on cash."
"You want I should fill my shoes with gasoline?" He made me mad. "Cash or nothing, Theodore."
Looking at this grease monkey I wished I had quoted him a hundred bucks. I could have gone down to the bank and made that much from Alfred DeMarco, and now that I was on the take it was dumb not to fill my dowry. Already I had put money in a savings account since I would never be able to explain all that cash to my parents, and it felt good to know there was cash available whenever I wanted it. Besides, I already had my plans made for the future. My own House of Pleasure. That would take a lot of money, and a lot of sexual experience.
"You're a real little hustler, ain't you, Angie?" Theodore wasn't really displeased. "Well, what the hell! I guess you're worth that and then some.
Anyway, if I pay you it gets me off the hook. You squeal on me and I'll tell them you was selling it."
There it was again. The single worm m a young girl's hopes. Youth. The very thing that made her alluring, was the same thing that drove men away when they got the hots.
"I ain't gonna lay in all that oil," I told Theodore.
"Naw, we don't have to," he said. "We can go in the back room. But you gotta wait till I close up. I don't wanta lose any customers."
For the first time I noticed that Theodore was really handsome, the athletic type, and he had a nice smile. Under different circumstances he could have screwed me any time he wanted. It made me wonder why men pay for sex when so many girls are willing to do it for fun, but I soon learned there is no end to the ways a male gets his fucking. That's why whorehouses are full, even when a man has a beautiful eager wife at home. Variety. That was the key.
The station didn't close until ten o'clock so I went over to a little cafe and had a hot beef sandwich until it was time. The food was good, especially since I kept thinking about the fuck. When a girl knows her day is going to be fulfilled with sex, when she realizes that soon her little twat is going to be massaged, then anything else is a little consequence. A female is, after all, a sex machine. The rest is only noise.
"Take off your clothes, Angie," Theodore told me when we were in the little back room. "Lemme see how good you look."
His manner was official, like he was examining another auto. He had washed the best he could but there was still grease and oil on his face and hands, so I was glad to take off my own clothes. No use ruining a nice outfit.
"Hey, you really look good!" he exclaimed when I stood nude before him.
"What the hell did you expect, Teathers or something!" I was getting angry.
Sure he was paying me, but he didn't have the right to treat me like merchandise. Yet I suppose I was really mad since he didn't get me horny. This cold introduction to a strange body left me totally unresponsive until it spoiled my hopes for a nice little screw.
"No wonder Colin was excited!" Theodore whistled as he looked at my bare breasts, my young pussy. "Man, you really are something, Angie!"
It was nice to be complimented but he didn't fool me at all. Every young girl has beauty in the eyes of an older man. Sure I was pretty, but so were the rest of the girls my age. So his words didn't, get me excited. It was what he did then that got me all bent out of shape. Theodore tore off his clothes with such fury you would think he only had two seconds to make the team.
And I liked what I saw.
There was a real contrast between his oily face and the white beauty of his male body. Muscles rippled, the hard chest heaved with expectation, while his pecker was already hard for the task. He had a nice pecker, about seven inches, circumcised, with bulgy veins sticking out all over the sides. For some reason he didn't have much pubic hair so I could see the little chicken-bumps of his testicle pouch, and the way his two balls sort of hung one above the other. It was a quick inspection yet it left me with new knowledge of the male anatomy. A sweet knowledge that I filed away for future profit.
"Lay on the couch there." Theodore waved at the old army cot. "Man, I'm gonna fuck you till daylight!"
He wasn't much of a lover but he had a strange pecker that I wanted badly. So I lay down and let Theodore climb on top of me. He straight away shoved his cock into my cunt, without preliminaries, and started to hump.
"Oh, that hurts!" I protested, not yet ready for such brutality.
"You'll loosen up in a minute," he groaned between strokes. "Soon as it gets to feeling good. This is the way I like my fuckin', Angie. Get 'em quick before they get a chance to get too wet. Makes it tighter. Mmmmmm-mmm that feels good!"
Maybe it did for him but I was disappointed. A man should suck on a girl's titties, and finger her a little before he goes to humping. After all, a girl has her place in the game too.
"Damn but you're tight!" Theodore groaned as he strained to get in another inch. "Loosen up a little, Angie!"
I tried, because I wanted a good screw too, yet he had gotten me cold. And it was hurting as bad as a toothache.
"Shit, this ain't worth no twenty bucks!" he growled when I couldn't respond.
"Well, it ain't my fault, Theodore!"
"Man, we gotta try something else, Angie!"
"What else is there, for crying out loud!"
"Hold still a minute, honey."
He moved from atop of me and went to the corner of the room where there was a thirty-gallon drum of axle grease, put his hand in the stuff and pulled out a big glob.
"Lemme rub this in your cunt! That'll give us some good slippings!"
"Like hell, you say! Ain't nobody gonna put that stuff in me, Theodore!"
"Shit, we gotta do somethin', Angie! My balls is bustin' and you're dry as a bone inside!"
"That's your fault. I ain't had no trouble before."
He wiped the glob of grease on the side of the bed as he stared down at my cold body.
"Man, this just ain't right, Angie! You look so fuckin' good and we can't get nothin' going!"
"You can have your twenty dollars back. I think I'll go home."
"Naw, wait a minute, I'll think of something. Hey, I got it! Roll over on your stomach!"
"Why, whatcha gonna do?"
"Never mind, just roll over. Yeah, that's right. Man! You really got a set of hunkers, Angie! Prettiest little ass I ever did see! Man, I'm gonna like this!"
His attack was brutal, as before, without preliminary, and it caught me off guard. One minute I was lying there peaceful and the next instant he grabbed me by the hips, raised me to a bent-over position, and tried to stick his cock in my ass.
"Gawdamighty…!" I squealed. "What the hell you tryin' to do…!"
I tried to get away but he was ugly now, caught in the quick response of his sexual arousal. "Boy oh boy, look a that little shitter!" he groaned.
I could feel the head of his cock when he inserted it into my asshole, a terrible burning sensation that sent unknown shocks of pleasure through my body. Instant response got me so hot I almost orgasmed, except the pain was too real.
"Man, it's goin' right in her ass!" Theodore almost bawled with delight as he. knelt behind me and watched his cock disappear up my pooper.
"Take it out!" I squawled. "It hurts too bad, Theodore! Take the damn thing outa there! Oooooooo! Owwwww-wwww! It feels like I gotta shit. Oh criminey, it feels like I gotta shit…!"
He was tearing new tissues when that cock went all the way into my rear end, and when he got on top of me to start humping real crazy-like, it got me to screaming with pain.
"It hurts…! I don't wanta do it that way! Take it out! 00000www'wwww!
Aaaaauuuuggghh-hhhhh…!"
"Oh baby, that feels good!" he moaned with pleasure as he pulled that cock in and out of my pooper. "Man, that feels better than anything in the world!
Ooooohhhhh!"
Even with the agony it felt good to me too until, despite the pain, I could feel my body respond with joyous quivers. He had his finger into my little cunt, playing with my clitoris while he screwed me in the ass, and it brought a sexual frenzy to my body that was new and glorious. A freaky kind of flicking that proved a woman's body is totally attuned to the reality of sex.
"Ooooo, I can't take it!" I yelled. "It hurts too bad, Theodore! Take it out of there! Please take it out of there!"
"In a minute, Angie. I think I'm gonna come!"
"Don't do it in my rear end! I don't wantcha to do it in my rear end! Ooowwww, it hurts somethin' awful!"
"I'm gonna shoot, Angie! Honest to god I'm gonna come right in your little shitter! Aaaahhhh! Unnnggghgh-hhh…!"
I could feel the hot jizz squirt right up my ass like a glorious enema, a precious blast of male sperm that just about blew off the top of my head.
"Me too…!" I bellowed. "I'm gonna come Theodore! Yeeeee!
Yeeeeoooo-000-wwwwwwwwww…!"
The orgasm was filled with pain, with the delights of masochism, until I fell on the cot shaking with sexual fury. I could feel his cock between the cheeks of my buttocks while I fucked the cot, trying to get one more instant of this glorious orgasm. He had done me good. Theodore had made me come with a vitality I could not even understand, while he lay numb on top of me all fucked out himself. We must have slept that way for an hour, all fulfilled and happy, and I was going to give him back the twenty dollars.
Until I found out what that bastard had done!
"Why'd you do a dirty thing like that, Theodore!" I was furious when I discovered that he had covered his cock with axle grease before he stuck it up my ass.
"Cripes, we hadda do somethin', Angie. I could never get it up your ass bare."
"That's an awful thing to do, you dumb bunny! What if it kills me or something!"
"Hell, it ain't gonna hurt nothin'. Might make you have loose bowels for a day or two, but it ain't gonna really hurt nothin'. Besides, you liked it and I could tell."
"Well sure I liked it! You think I'm frigid or something? But you didn't have to do a lousy trick like that!"
"Shit, Angie. I couldn't even get it in your cunt. You were all cold. So how was I to put it in your butt where there ain't never no juice anyway?"
"You're a louse, Theodore. I ain't never gonna come here again."
"Aw, don't get sore, Angie. I really like you. Man, I get lots of girls here, but you're somethin' special."
"Sure. In a pig's eye! Do you use axle grease on all of them?"
"Only with a few. Some dame from Cincinnati showed me that trick."
"Oh yeah? How come?"
"Well, I'll tell you a little secret, Angie. Just between the two of us, promise?"
"You won't tell anybody?"
"I already said I promise."
"Well, you know the women's toilet? Over there on the side of the building?"
"What about it?"
"There's a vent near the floor. I put it in there myself a couple of years ago.
And there's a storage room where the vent comes out."
"So?"
"I go in there when a real cutie comes to piss. She asks for the key to the toilet so I go into the storage room. I get to watch them all piss. I saw more cunts than you can shake a stick at!"
"That's terrible, Theodore. You're nothing but a damn creep!"
"Aw, bullshit. I could rent the fuckin' thing out to most of the guys in town.
They all like to see strange cunts. Ain't nothing a man likes better than to see a strange pussy."
"Maybe so, only that's sneaky. What good does it do to see a woman use the toilet?"
"I like to jack off. Most men do. So I peek at these girls in there with the pants down, and I watch them take a piss. Then I jack off in the closet."
"You must be queer, Theodore!"
"Like hell I am! I could make more selling tickets to that vent than I do selling gas! Man, some days I get to see a hundred different cunts! Beautiful!"
He acted like he was seeing some of them right now so I started to get dressed.
"What about the girl from Cincinnati?"
"Wasn't a girl. A woman. A real doll, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Nice tits. I keep a few of those man magazines n the toilet, sort of to tempt any woman who has the hots. Some of them giggle when they see those hanging cocks, and some drop the magazine like it was a hot potato. But it really turns some chicks on, believe me! Well, sir, this blonde from Cincinnati, she gets to looking at all those naked men and it turned her on. She got to moaning and groaning, and she got her hand down between her legs. Right away I know she's gonna masturbate. Waste all that sweet pussy on her finger. So I use my master key to open the toilet door, pretending I didn't know she was in there. We got it on quick, right over the sink. Only she needs her pooper reamed to enjoy it.
Tighter than hell! There she was bent over the sink with her pants around her ankles, while I'm trying to get it in between the cheeks of her ass. Damn near broke my cock. in two! But I had some axle grease on my coveralls so I greased my packer. Stuck it right up her ass! Man, did it feel good! Wow, I can still remember how she got to screaming! She come so hard it made her piss right in the sink!"
"That's terrible!"
"Like hell it is! Any time a guy can get a good piece of ass he's gotta do it.
Same with a woman. Ain't nobody gets hurt, and she'll remember her trip here long after she gets to Cincinnati. Still, I even get postcards from her!"
"That's still a sneaky thing to do, Theodore."
"Sure it is. But I wouldn't sell this station even if I went broke. Where else could I see all that cunt?"
"What if that woman called the cops when you broke in that way?"
"Naw, she wouldn't do that. Heck, I've done the same thing dozens of times, and I always get laid. I choose the right ones, that's why. With those magazines.
If they get turned on they're easy pickings. Already got the juice flowing in their pussy so they welcome me with open arms. Even if they didn't, they're too embarrassed getting caught with a hand in the cunt. It works out fine. Never had a complaint yet."
I thought of asking Theodore to fix me up a vent in the men's toilet. Maybe he was right after all, and there would be no harm in seeing the thousand cocks of man. No two alike, all those dangling packers with their potential to give me an orgasm. And for some reason I always wanted to watch a man pee. To watch how he flopped the thing around afterward, trying to shake off the last drop. In my tender young mind there was nothing sex that could be offensive and I wanted to sample every aspect of this grand act.
Still I didn't want Theodore to know all my thoughts so I told him he was nasty for what he did to those unsuspecting women, then I went home and tried to clean up. And I called Colin at home to tell him to keep his mouth shut.
"If you're gonna tell on me, I'm gonna tell on you too, Colin."
"Hell, I didn't mean any harm, Angie! I like you so much I just couldn't help bragging about you."
"Well, a girl can get in trouble that way, Colin. I don't want you to spread my name all over town."
"It won't happen again, honey."
"Let's hope not. If I wanta play around that's my own business. I don't need you to advertise."
"Sorry, sweetie. I'll try to make it up to you. How would you like a new typewriter or something?"
That's kind of the way it really got started. With that banker giving me all that money, and all the other men eager to pay for a touch of my fresh young body. Nobody can fight fate so I went along with the program. It was nice to have sex, it was the sweetest thing on the whole face of the earth. And to feel a little wealth come into my life wasn't bad! My parents were poor and we didn't have much, that's why I did the babysitting, to buy me some nice clothes for school.
So who's to say I was wrong when I made money with my pleasure? The girls at school were fucking penniless students for the price of a drive-in or a hamburger with onions, so if I made a lot more it didn't necessarily mean I was more wicked. I could have fucked those boys too, and ate their hamburgers after they pawed at my body with their untutored sex drives. But I preferred a man. A real guy who was mature enough to send me up the wall.
The way Gordon Powell did.