I didn't get laid that night because Paula woke up the children with her screaming, and we got caught by Susan Lovely.
"You fucking kids make me sick!" Susan exploded when she found me hiding in the kitchen. "Going around fucking the goddam fucking neighborhood! Think all there is to the fucking world is your fucking cunts! You fucking little bastards!"
She really got ugly, and she slapped me around while she was screaming, and she got so carried away I think she needed a psychiatrist. It didn't make sense to me. All her guests came to her place for an orgy yet she denied the same privilege to me and my friends. I guess there just wasn't enough screwing to go around, or maybe she was afraid us kids would woo away the men of the city, and then there wouldn't be any for her.
In a way she was right because the word got around there were some youngsters who would fuck for cash. I got so many phone calls after that night that I let two other friends in on our fun. Tawnie Patrick and her brother David. Tawnie fucked the husbands while David did the wives, and I got so much screwing for two weeks I felt like a movie star. My bank account was growing by leaps and bounds while my ripe young body got so attuned to steady sex I really felt beautiful. There's something about fucking that brings the peaches to a girl's cheeks, makes her walk with a ballet step and gives sparkle to her eye. Right then I could have had the most popular boys in school because they were asking for dates, yet I still preferred older men. Boys were like skim milk to me.
"You're a real little sex machine!" one of the men groaned while he was grinding away at my cunt. "Man, you're so hot down there it's burning my cock!"
I got so I could orgasm five or six times during a nice fuck, and I loved it so much anybody could have gotten it for free.
Yet why do that when you can put money in the bank? It wouldn't last forever and I knew it. "Make hay while the sun shines" is what it said in a poem in my school book, so I was taking that sage advice.
Paula couldn't do it, though. Alfred tore up her cunt so bad she had to stay in bed for a week, and she had scars on her titties where the old bastard tried to bite off her nipples.
"It ain't fun that way, Angie," she moaned when I went to visit her. "I can hardly pee any more. He must've gone right into my uterus."
Alfred didn't pay her, since Susan Lovely raised so much hell. So I went right down to the bank and got the money.
"You didn't have to come here!" Alfred was all put out with me in his proper establishment.
"Just pay up, Alfred. You got it and you gotta pay Paula"
"I didn't even get to finish!" he pouted. "They made me stop! They dragged me off that girl just when t was feeling good!"
"You could of killed her. It's good they made you stop when they did. You got too big a pecker. Better you go to screwing horses or something."
"Well, I'm sorry if I hurt your friend. I didn't mean to hurt her, and I just got carried away. There's still a bonus for any girl who can take it all. Just once in my life I'd like to know what it's like to get it all in."
"I ain't bringing any more friends. You're gonna fuck somebody to death one of these days."
"I'll raise the ante to five hundred, Angie. And it doesn't have to be a teenager. Any woman who can take it all."
"Nobody can take all that meat, Alfred."
"Oh yes they can, Angie. Down at the Vespers there's some women who can take it."
"You mean the whorehouse down at Mulvanie Street?"
"Yes. They have women who are trained to please a man. Any man. No matter what."
"Whyn't ya go down there then? You won't have to pay no five hundred dollars to them."
"Naturally. But a man in my position can't be seen in that company."
"You mean it's okay for all you hotshots to go to a party and fuck all over the place, do it to each other's wives, only you can't go ahead and pay for a nice little piece of ass at a whorehouse?"
"Shhh-hhh! People can hear you!"
"I don't care if they do. You people make me sick with your hypocrisy. You're the ones who make the laws, but then you go ahead and make another set for yourselves. Why don't you just admit you like sex and go ahead like poor people do?"
"You're angry, Angie, and you aren't making sense. Maybe you better leave the bank now?"
"Fuck you, Alfred. Gimme the money so I can put it in my account."
"I owe it to Paula, not to you."
"Don't you worry. I'll see that Paula gets her share. And by the way, why don't you go to one of them clinics in Switzerland? They can make girls outta boys, so maybe they can shave a pound off your pecker."
"Do you really think they could do that!"
"How the hell should I know? Maybe they'll put your cock in a pencil sharpener and make it normal, for all I can guess. At least maybe you could have some nice sex. The way everybody else does."
"You know, Angie, that's a good idea. Now why haven't I thought of that before?
Maybe I can enjoy sexual relations after all!"
He was drumming his fingers on the desk, thinking far away, when I left. I wondered what they'd do with his pecker meat when they cut it down to size?
Maybe make hotdogs out of it. Or sell it to lonely widows as a keepsake.
Alfred was grateful for the suggestion whether he acted on it or not, but for me something else was more important. Alfred mentioned the Vespers. The whorehouse. And I wondered if they could give me some lessons. I understood that it wouldn't be easy to turn professional. The competition was too keen, until a girl needed special training to make money over the years.
So I went down to the Vespers and asked the Madam.
"Christ a mighty, kid!" She was nervous. "You wanta get me in trouble? You're too young to be here!"
"I just want to know how to do it." I refused to budge from the front door. "I gotta learn how."
"This ain't no fucking college, kid! Go lay under the bandstand and learn how!"
"Oh, I already did it plenty of times. But I wanta learn how to make money."
"You're too young I could get my ass in a sling."
"I'll pay you for lessons."
"Now ain't that a hot one!" The Madam laughed at me until her big boobs shook under the black negligee she was wearing. "Here we are selling pussy day and night, and a snot-nose kid comes along and wants to pay us to lose her maidenhead! Now ain't that a hot one!"
"I ain't no cherry."
"The hell you ain't, honey. Just because you let some smart ass school kid put a cock between your legs, doesn't mean you ain't dumb about screwing."
"That's what I been saying. I need to learn."
"Well fuck off, sweetie! We got applications for the next thirty years already!
We don't need no fucking kid in the game. So fuck off, will ya!"
She slammed the door in my face and I could see her glaring from behind the glass while she talked excitedly to some of her whores. They got so loud I figured they meant to come out and beat the shit out of me, so I scrammed outta there. When I got home I tried to plan my own whorehouse. I could get hundreds of girls from school and we could start a teenage bordello. The only problem with that was the fact it wouldn't work. Why should a school kid give us his allowance for the year, for one little jump, when he could all he wanted in the hall? And married men wouldn't come to fuck us because they'd be scared. No pussy was worth going to jail over.
I couldn't even get laid by the guests at Susan Lovely's place any more. She put out the word to her friends and they stopped calling.
So I not only stopped making money, I lost all the pleasure of sexual contacts as well. It got so bad I had to screw Danny Turnbale, and even though he was a handsome boy, he was still a boy. My classmate. And all that fumbling and immature violence didn't help very much. I needed a real man to satisfy my hunger.
Babysitting was my only hope Except that I didn't get any offers to baby-sit.
This was right after the Christmas Holidays and everybody was broke so they didn't party very much.
Until one night, just when I was going crazy for a real good fuck, Lawrence Hepner called. He was a truck driver who was on the road for months at a time.
He just got back to town, and he wanted to take his wife out for a party. Now Lawrence isn't my idea of a lover. He always needs a shave and he thinks he's all dressed up if he has on a clean T-shirt and his Levi's aren't torn. But he was a man, he was real, and I was gonna be in the same house with him. I meant to have a feel of his cock if l died from it!
They came home early, just after midnight, and they were half plastered. Happy and laughing, touching each other because they were apart so many months of the year. I tried to put the make on Lawrence. He ignored me, because he had the hots for his pretty wife Margo.
When they went to bed I knew I was screwed Lawrence got to feeling up his wife until she squealed with delight, so there wasn't gonna be any left for me.
Anyway I meant to have a little share of their joy, so I sneaked down the hall and pushed the bedroom door open a crack.
Lawrence was naked on the bed, and so was Margo. That truck driver's hairy body sent Goosebumps up my spine, so I tried not to scream while I watched him play with Margo's white titties. She was a pretty woman, small, young, with dark hair and a stunning figure. Even in the moonlit room I could see the shape-of her nice titties and when Lawrence got to sucking on them I creamed myself.
"Ooooooo, that feels good…!" Margo gurgled with joy. "It feels so good, honey! Bite them harder, honey!"
Lawrence took a hairy paw and started to fumble around her crotch until Margo babbled with pleasure.
"Stick it in, Lawrence! Finger fuck me a little, honey!"
He did.
I could see his big fist down there, playing with her wet twat, and I could even hear the squisshhhh when his finger sunk in and out of her cunt.
"Aaaaauugghh-hhhhh…!" she groaned. "Ooowwweee-eee!"
She was getting ready to have her first orgasm but I was ahead of Margo. I already had one and was building up to a better one when Lawrence rolled onto his back.
"Suck it for me, honey!" he groaned as he pulled at his prick.
Margo got on her haunches and took that beautiful cock right into her mouth.
"Ummmm-mmmm…!" she choked on the marvelous thing. "Unnnnggggkkkk…!"
She was moving her head up and down, suck-fucking her husband, while he reached up to stick a finger in her cunt. I could see Lawrence squirm from the hot sensation of her mouth while his swollen testicles throbbed with a life of their own. Any minute now he was gonna shoot and waste all that lovely jism.
Margo's tits were dangling down into the moonlight, the red tips all sweet and tempting, so Lawrence got one of her fits in his mouth and sucked on it.
"Aaaauuugghh-hhh, I can't stand it!" Margo let go of his precious prick.
"It's, been too long, Lawrence, and I can't stand it!"
She was quivering with delight, ready to have a big orgasm, so Lawrence got her.
With brutal force he threw her back on the bed and stuck his head between her legs.
"Ggrruunncchhhh…!" I could hear him biting on her cunt lips.
"Ssssllluuuurrrpppp…!"
He was sucking the pussy juice right out of her body while Margo went berserk.
She kicked and she screamed and she beat him on the back, while she tried to lock her legs around his hairy head.
"Suck the fucking thing, Lawrence! Put your tongue in there, honey! Do it for me, honey! Suck my cunt, honey…! Ooooooo! Aaaaauuuuggghhhh!
Oowwww-eeee-iiii!"
Lawrence sucked too long and gave his wife a giant orgasm, then she shivered like warm Jell-o as she lay there all pooped while he tried to fuck her. She was letting him do it to her, all right, but she was too far gone to be of much help. It was feeling good to him for sure, even if it was a dead fuck now.
"I'm gonna shoot" he barked after a couple of minutes. "It's gonna come right in ya, Margo honey…!"
The hot jism made Margo squeal once more, and it's a good thing Lawrence came when he did. One more second and I meant to rush in there and get under him myself. Maybe he would a knocked out my teeth afterward or something, or maybe Margo would have got real pissed off, but when you're in such a state as I was you don't consider the consequences. That's why I was glad later on that Lawrence came when he did, because it made me come too. I did it so hard it knocked me to my knees right there in the hallway, and I didn't hear the kids bawling from all the commotion for a long time.
Lawrence screwed his wife two more times that night because I could hear them in there. Making up for lost time. So that gave me the idea to try the truck stop. That one over on Fourteenth and Carson Streets. Lots of truck-drivers over there and I heard they're always on the make.
I wasn't disappointed. The very first guy I gave the come-on took me up on it.
"We gotta shower in the back of the, cafe," he told me. He was a big guy with massive arms and he chewed tobacco because I could see it in his beard.
He made sure nobody else was in the shower before he called me in, and then we got in the water together. He stood me up against the wall while the water splashed in my face, and he rammed his big naked cock right up my steaming cunt.
"Do it hard!" I begged. "I need a good one, Mister! Do it hard!"
Wow! Did he ever!
That guy fucked me halfway up the shower stall, holding me right off the floor on the end of his cock, and when he busted his nuts it damn near killed us both. He was stabbing that prick between my legs while I wrapped my legs around him for more, and he got to humping so hard it knocked my head on the shower spout. By now the water was running cold but I could hardly feel such inconsequential things.
"Do it harder!" I screamed. "Fuck me hard!"
He pumped so furious it rattled my teeth, and when he jizzed it took his strength. We fell on the hard tile floor and he almost broke his kneecap, while it knocked me senseless against the shower wall. Still we had a great little fuck and I was grateful, except he said he'd have to lay over a day or two.
"I can't drive with a sore leg like this!" he groaned as he massaged his knee.
"C'mon, let's go in the cafe and I'll buy you some lunch."
So I got paid for that screw after all, with a sandwich, and the guy let me talk on his CB radio. That was fun and I met some nice people on the CB, and I got to wondering if a girl could set up a rolling Vespers. Maybe travel around the country screwing truck drivers or something. Except, those guys met lots of girls, they told me, and they didn't have to pay for pussy. A sandwich or a glass of beer, that was all their women expected.
"The highway's full of broads," the driver told me as we ate. "Hell, I save a thousand a year in taxes that way. I show on my forms I paid for motels, when I stay with somebody's wife. Fun, eh!"
I had to agree, and I was beginning to wonder if the World's Oldest Profession was a thing of the past it's hard to sell bread when doughnuts are free.
Anyway my birthday was coming up and I was going to be sixteen, the time of life when dreams are real and you have a fire in your blood that turns the universe bright. There was still time to learn the tricks of the trade. If other women could get screwed and make money then I felt sure my future was secure. After all I was bright enough to keep a B average in school, so how much harder would it be to learn what comes naturally?
And how many people are lucky enough to get fucked and have a ball while they're learning their chosen profession!