"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.