Chapter 1
Annie, Debbie, and Floey, were their names. And they were out selling cookies for their school fund-raising drive.
All three of them didn't have a care in the world. The only thing that disturbed them was the dumb job itself.
The three of them could think of plenty of better things to do than to waste their time selling cookies.
But the teacher had promised them a free day off school. Whoever sold tile most cookies would not have to go to school on next Friday.
"Annie, we already tried that house, remember?"
"Oh yeah. Hey, this is dumb, I quit. I'm tired."
"We're all tired," said Floey in terse reply.
She was sick and tired of Annie's sloughing off all the time. They all had to carry the cookies, not only her. And they all had been turned down.
"I didn't think these things were so hard to sell."
"Have you ever seen anyone eating one."
"Then why on earth does the stupid school sell them?"
"I think they do it just to keep us out of trouble."
It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday. Annie was really pissed off that she had to devote her time to such dumb things like selling cookies.
"Why don't we just throw them in the garbage can."
"Then we'll lose the contest. Don't you want a day off."
"Why don't we just play hooky on Friday and forget the whole thing."
"No, we can't. I'm going to win this tiling, or else."
When Floey set her mind to something, it was nearly impossible to change her. Debbie and Annie just looked at one another in disgust.
They watched as Floey walked up the stoop of the next house. When she rang the bell a moment later a man came to the door to answer it.
"Hey, he's good looking," said Annie quite lively.
"Let's go see if he'll buy some," said Debbie.
The two teenagers summoned up their best gleeful expressions and went to join their friend on the stoop. The man was smiling as they approached.
"Would you like to buy some cookies, mister'. "'
He looked out from his doorway at the three of them. Dressed in their designer jeans and brand new sneakers they made quite a vivacious sight.
He particularly liked one of the fresh, young cherubs. The one who rang his doorbell had a well-developed set of knockers that had his eyes glued to them.
She wasn't as pretty as the two other young things that were just now approaching the door. She had a pair of large eyeglasses on her nose.
She straightened them on her face whenever she talked.
"Would you like to buy some for our school drive'"
"That depends," he said smiling, " how much?"
"Why, just one will do," said the bubbling Annie.
Annie thought the guy was quite handsome. For a split second she imagined herself being alone with the dude, and giving him head to boot.
Annie was by far and away the best blowjob artist in school. Her reputation was legend among the boys, though Annie hardly knew about it at all.
But her friends knew, and every time Annie cooed over some good looking boy her eye caught sight of, her friends began to moan in obvious displeasure.
They had a difficult time controlling Annie. And she was cut-throat when it came to boys. She would do anything to subversively capture their attention.
"Why don't you buy one of mine, they're better."
"That's not true, Annie, they're all the same."
"Why don't you let the gentleman see for himself."
It was just another one of Annie's little tricks designed to get the upper hand from her friends. She was all smiles as the man looked her over.
He was half inclined to lick his lips. Annie was a startling looking girl for her age. She had long blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes.
"I won't be able to make my mind up outside, you'll have to come in."
"Oh goodie," said Annie, unable to hide her pleasure.
"But not all of you I'm afraid, my wife is home."
"Oh boo," said Annie when she heard about that.
"But one of you can come in if you'd like to."
"Pick me," cried Annie, "Oh, pick me, please."
"All right. But the rest of you stay outside."
Annie looked at Floey in triumph. Debbie couldn't have cared less except for the fact that now she would have to wait for Annie to sell the dumb cookies.
"Oh well." said Floey. "Let's wait over here for her."
They picked a nice shady tree and stood underneath it.
"I hope the stupid girl doesn't take all day with him."
Debbie pushed her lovely red hair off her face that the wind had blown in front of it. Her twinkling green eyes gleamed at Floey like gems of Fire.
Whatever they did together, it seemed to Floey that she and Debbie were always somehow waiting for Annie. And there always seemed to be a man involved.
"That girl is sure horny. I hope she knows what she's doing."
"Don't worry about Annie," said Debbie, "she knows."
"That's exactly what I'm afraid of. She's too free."
"What do you mean, Floey. You're just jealous."
"That's not true. She could get herself raped."
"With us standing right outside? That's silly, Floey."
"For her sake, I hope you're right. What's keeping her."
"She's probably selling him two boxes, that's all."
While her friends waited for her patiently outside, Annie was anxious to sliow her customer how grateful she was for him having picked her especially.
As he led her into the house, the both of them smiling widely, she made sure to brush her nice, firm, pert body against his. It didn't go unnoticed.
"Are you sure all you're selling is cookies, my dear."
"Oooooo, you speak so elegant. Are you from Europe."
What a dumb cunt, he thought. He should have no trouble getting her clothes off in a minute. The girl was practically begging for it as it was, he was sure.
He took his time sitting down at the kitchen table so he could peruse her sweet, young form. She hadn't as big tits as the one who rang, he noted.
But she was certainly quite beautiful. But perhaps beautiful wasn't the word. It was more that the girl was pretty, but in a cheap way that turned him on.
He was getting a fair sized erection just looking at her.
She wore much too much make-up, as was the case with her red-haired friend. There was a ton of red rouge on her cheeks, and her lips were covered with lipstick.
Every inch of her seemed to ooze sex. She was probably only intuitively aware of it, being that she was so young. But it was striking, nevertheless.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a beautiful girl?"
"Yes, but I love hearing it. What's your name anyway?"
"You can call me Bob, or maybe Bobby, if you'd like."
"I think I like Bobby better. Where's your wife."
He couldn't afford to be caught in a lie if her wanted to make this young bitch in record time. He had lied about the wife being home right now.
But she was due home any minute. He had to work fast.
He got up from his chair and went over to the girl.
She was surprised by his sudden move and remained bolted in place. Then his hands grabbed her shoulders and he forced her to her feet in a flash.
"Annie, do you believe in love at first sight'. I do."
"Well, Bobby, I'm really not quite sure about that."
Annie liked to think of herself as a seductress. She liked to believe that she was capable of driving men wild. She did not give way to the advance.
She held her ground and acted as brazenly as her new lover had expected her to. He was really quite good looking. Annie imagined what his cock must look like.
She didn't have to wonder very long. For the next second Bobby had taken his rising cock out of his pants and had placed it in her warm palm.
"Why, Bobby, what on earth are you doing. My God."
"Annie you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Annie felt her clit begin to tingle when she heard that.
Her breath became short. She gasped when she felt Bobby's cock suddenly lurch in her hand from his surging blood. Her blue eyes became glazed.
She couldn't get over how fucking handsome the guy was. He had long, wavy locks of jet black hair and his eyes were simply the palest color blue.
He had a strong, muscular chest that when she pressed her little titties into it felt hard as a rock. The way that cock kept on rising inflamed her.
"Ohhh, Bobby, I don't know. It's not right, really."
"Perhaps you're right. I'm very sorry for the whole thing."
Annie couldn't believe that he had given up so quick. She expected him to put up more of a fight than that. Her juices were just beginning to flow.
Bobby was hoping desperately that his tactic worked. Though she still held his cock in her hand, the moment of truth was quickly approaching.
If another second went by without her doing anything, the jig was up. He prayed for good fortune. His prayers were answered when she bent to her knees.
He fought back a groan of pleasure when he saw her red painted mouth open wide and then his half hard cock got lost inside of it. Her tongue was working.
He decided to play the game to the hilt, for good measure.
"You're sure I'm not forcing you into anything, Annie."
"Mmmmmmfffff," came her heartfelt reply of passion.
Nothing short of an atomic explosion could get her off Bobby's cock now. It was as tasty as he was good looking. She forgot all about her friends outside.
"What's keeping her," said Floey in exasperation.
"Maybe she's giving the guy a blowjob, or something.
Debbie knew Annie very well. They were often partners when they got down with boys. Floey, you might say, was the prudish one among the group.
It is doubtful whether Annie would have stopped sucking Bob's cock even if she knew that her friends were wise to her. Her passion was now overflowing.
Bobby, however, was running against time. He had to get his rocks off before his wife came back from the store. She had only went to the corner grocery.
The more tiiat Annie sucked on nis nice tasting cock, the hotter she became. She felt her clit start to throb as her pussy lips became wet with her juices.
She really wanted to fuck this guy. But she was already in dutch with her friends. She couldn't afford all the time in the world, though she wanted to.
"Ummmm, you really love to suck cock, little girl."
Annie did not answer, but kept rigorously mouthing the fine pecker between her red lips. She loved the way the cock palpitated in her mouth as it rose up.
Now, Bobby, desperate for time, for his wife was only minutes away from snagging him with a young piece of fluff, grabbed her head around her ears.
He mouth fucked the little darling, working his cock gingerly from side to side in her mouth, and then corkscrewing around in little circles.
He could see her pink tongue flicking out to roll all over his hot staff. Her blue eyes were twinkling like rare gems as she looked up at him lovingly.
While she sucked his cock, he unloosened his pants and let them drop to his feet. Bobby was wearing no underwear, so that made every thing real easy for her.
She reached her hands to his ass cheeks and gripped them firmly. She pushed his cock further into her mouth by pulling his chunky buttocks forward.
Her hands were tilled with his meaty bottoms, while her mouth was filled to the brim with his magnificent cock. Annie thought it the best one she had ever tasted.
She was taken by surprise when the first load of come painted her tongue with a hot stream of sticky white goo. She hadn't expected him to come so fast.
If she had anticipated that, she would have prepared herself for his load that much sooner. Annie love the taste of sperm, and hated to miss a drop.
Therefore, when her mouth filled real quick with hot batter from his copious charge, she used her mouth like a milk pump in order to draw out all the come.
When she had swallowed down his fiery load with one tremendous gulp, a hot fleck of come remained glued to the comer of her lip. She licked it off.
Now, she looked up at Bobby to see if what she had done for him met with his satisfaction. The look of contentment on his face was her proof positive.
But then suddenly Bobby's disposition changed. He was different.
"Okay, where's your cookies. Let's get on with it."
"But, Bobby," she said, "I thought you said I was beautiful."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, you little tramp?"
Annie couldn't understand what the fuck had come over him.
Just minutes before he was all smiles and egging her on.
Now it appeared to her that he was trying to get rid of her, and real fast too. He took the cookies from her satchel and then paid for them real fast.
"Oh, that's good. You're buying three boxes. Great!"
"Now get the fuck out of here and don't let me see you again."
Annie didn't know what she had done wrong. But she was glad to get out of his sight. Suddenly, he didn't look as handsome to her as he had done before.
Just as she was leaving, she saw a woman enter the front door. It had to be Bobby's wife, she thought. She grinned at her widely while she passed her by.
"Now what was that all about," she heard her say to Bobby.
Annie didn't turn to look at Bobby's face. He hadn't been caught dead to rights but his wife certainly smelled a rat somewhere. Maybe she smelled his sperm.
Annie did not listen to their conversation. She picked up her belongings and then went outside to see her friends. They were impatiently waiting for her.
"What did you do, get a date with him, or something?"
"Not quite, but you're awful close, Floey. Very close."
Floey must have a sixth sense when it came to sex, thought Annie. She always seemed to nail her whenever she indulged in a quickie with someone that she liked.
"I suppose you didn't sell any cookies, either, huh?"
"Wrong, ferret face, I sold three boxes of them. Look."
Annie held out her satchel for her friends to see. There was a look of incredulity on Floey's face. Debbie seemed to not care at all. She was quite bored.
"Let's get the fuck out of here and find some boys."
"No you don't Debbie, first we have to sell our quota."
Annie and Debbie groaned in unison at the thought of having to continue knocking on more doors, one after the-other. It was such a beautiful day!
"I don't know about you two, but I'm not selling any more."
"Debbie, you can't give up now. We just started."
"Oh yeah. Well, just watch me. I'm leaving."
Oh no, please don't. Come on, just a few houses more."
Floey was on the verge of tears. Why is it that she could never get her friends to listen to her. She knew why, because they were boy crazy, that's why.
"Okay, if you're going to cry about it, we'll go-"
"Great. Now, Debbie, why don't you try the next house."
While Debbie did as her friend told her, Floey pulled Annie over on the side. She asked her point blank what the fuck had taken her so long inside.
"Nothing. I told you, I sold three boxes of cookies."
"And what other kind of box did you sell the man?"
Annie didn't answer, but stood there grinning at her friend.
"Wouldn't you like to know, little miss prudish."
"You don't have to get nasty. It was for your own good."
"Well, why don't you worry about your own problems."
Floey's friends were always getting on her because she wasn't as pretty as them. But she had plenty of offers from boys, and she turned most of them down.
She was saving herself for the day that she got married. While the other girls were fucking around with the boys, losing their cherries, Floey studied.
She was going to be a famous woman some day. Her friends would turn out to be tramps, but not her. No siree, not Floey. This girl had plans for herself.
She turned her head to see what Debbie was up to. She had rung the doorbell all right, and someone had answered it, but she wasn't selling any of her cookies.
There was a boy there with her who had obviously answered the door. Debbie was all smiles-and listening to the boy while he talked. She flashed her eyes.
"Ooo, that girl, she's as bad as you are. Annie. Even worse!"
like a other hen, Floey started to make her way toward the chattering girl. Annie watched gleefully as Floey built up a full head of steam on her way there.
Debbie saw her coming and instantly put her hand into her satchel to take out a box of cookies. The ruse, however, did not fool Floey at all. "Are your parents home? Would they like to buy some cookies?"
"Take it easy, Floey, I'm handling this transaction."
"Yes, I can see the way that you are handling it. Step aside."
"I'm afraid I don't want any cookies," said the smiling boy. "Then why are you wasting our time if you don't want any?"
"I was interested in another kind of cookie," he said winking.
When Debbie heard that she began giggling, like the school girl she was. "Come on, Debbie, this guy isn't a customer. He's a pervert."
"I thought he was kind of cute. Did you see his blue eyes?"
"Don't you think about anything but boys all the goddam time?"
"Why. Floey, that's the first time I ever heard you curse."
"Damn, is not a curse. Come on, we haven't got all day."
But Debbie wasn't going to let it pass that easily.
"You should have just heard Floey, Annie, she cursed."
Annie was just thrilled to hear that. She was tired of Floey playing goodie-goodie all the fucking time.
And the three of them did more arguing for the rest of the day than they sold cookies. Annie's three was all they had.
But the next day there was a fearful surprise waiting all three of them. Floey's fear would turn out to be real.
They were perverts skulking about.