Chapter 9
"Oh, fuck a duck!! ! ! ! ! " Annie Dugan whined.
She took one look at the little girl standing in her dorm room doorway and slammed the thing shut right in her face.
"Fucking little twerp!! ! " she called to the girl in the hall, the one on the other side of the closed door.
"What is going on?" Vivian said and looked up from her studies.
"My shit-eating little sister," Annie said and sat down at her desk. She threw her head onto the desk top and clutched her arm around it. "She'll spoil everything."
"You have to take me," the little girl shouted from the hall. "You promised, remember?"
"Go back home, you lousy little fourth wheel," Annie shouted in agony.
The thought that her sister had even dared to show her face around here made her want to vomit. The curse of having younger kids in the family was a vile one indeed.
"You promised!! ! ! " the girl screamed and banged her fists against the door. "You promised Mom and Dad if they let you go to college you would babysit me for a weekend. You fucking lying cunt head!! ! ! ! ! "
"Such language!" Vivian said and shook her head disapprovingly.
"Are you serious? That's nothing. The little bitch taught me everything I know."
"Well, you can't just leave her out there," Vivian said above the din.
"I'd like to tie her in a burlap bag and drown in the river."
"She's gonna wake up the whole dorm."
"Let her. I don't want her in here spoiling our plans for the weekend."
Vivian knew exactly what her roommate meant. They had a date to go out with Dr. Pugh. He assured them that this time he would have the machine fully operative, meaning that he would see to it it was plugged into the wall outlet.
"Maybe we can go out and leave her here. She can read or something."
"She doesn't like to read. Besides, once our back is turned, she'll call boys on the phone and talk dirty to them. She's like that."
Vivian shook her head. She wondered if everybody in the Dugan family was a sex maniac.
"I'll call Mom and Dad if you don't let me in," the insistent little voice rang out. More pounding on the door followed. "Oh, turn pink."
"I'll set your bedroom on fire!! ! ! "
"Oh, Annie," Vivian said, turning on her roommate in a huff, "why don't you just let the little twerp in here? Anything's better than this."
"I'm warning you," Annie said in a low voice, "she bites."
"Does she fuck?" Vivian said, a little surprised at herself.
"Does a parrot swear?"
Vivian thought a moment. Her roommate was hot, but she was definitely a lightweight in the brains department. Maybe she always would be "Oh, let her in," Vivian said, throwing up her hands.
"You heard her!! ! " came the voice from out in the hall, "Now let me in!"
Annie walked reluctantly to the door. She turned the knob and stood back out of the way. What whirled in reminded Vivian of a small tornado.
A short dimpled one.
A tornado carrying a vanity case and a very large brown bag.
"Hi!" Vivian said, trying to be friendly.
"Who's she?" the little girl said. She gave Vivian a quick once over and a look that told her she was not at all sure she approved.
"My roommate."
"Hi!" the girl said, "I'm Winnie."
"Winnifred Augusta Dugan," Annie pronounced with artificial aloofness.
"And that's my older sister," Winnie said, "she's hot to trot, in case you hadn't noticed."
"I noticed."
Vivian tried to turn back to the books, but these girls were far more entertaining, as luck would have it. Maybe she'd drop the whole idea of going into computer programming and take up Home Ec. She'd heard that was the easiest course in the school.
"You ever fuck her?" Winnie said, slamming her suitcase down on the lower bunk bed.
"What kind of talk is that?" Vivian blinked in shocked surprise.
"Tough talk," Winnie said, "I learned it from my sister."
"And I learned how to fuck from my sister," Annie shot back.
"Now I am confused."
Vivian gripped the sides of her chair. Now there wasn't just one dipstick nymphomaniac to contend with ... now there were two.
And they did look a lot alike.
Annie was taller, more statuesque. But Winnie was like a miniature version of the girl. And her tits showed great promise already.
"How old are you?" Vivian said cautiously.
"You don't think they're real, do you?" Winnie asked and stuck her tits square into Vivian's upturned, inquisitive freshman face.
Annie grabbed the girl by the hand and pulled her away.
"Okay, Winnie, you've been here two minutes and already you're making a scene. Cut it out or I'll call Mom and Dad."
"See if I care," the girl said in a sing-song voice. "You know perfectly well who put you where you are today. Now let's see a little gratitude."
"My sister, the loan shark," Annie said, pointing to the sweet looking little girl on the bed. She was so short, her feet didn't quite touch the floor. "Wait a minute," Vivian said, "Let me get this straight. Your sister lent you money to go to college?? ? ? "
"She's got a couple of paper routes," Annie said grudgingly.
"And a couple of very high tippers along the way," Winnie said and reached over to straighten her flesh-colored tights. "Of course, they want a couple of sexual favors now and then . ... but heck, money doesn't grow on trees, dig?"
Vivian nodded mutely.
She had never met a hooker this young before. The whole thing was a bit unsettling.
"You two seen any action around here yet?" the girl said looking idly out the window. "Panty raids, orgies, that sort of thing "As a matter-of-fact, we hardly go out of our room," Annie said firmly.
"Oh, kiss my ballet shoes."
"It's true," Annie tried again, "we study constantly, don't we Vivian?"
"Well, we study a lot," Vivian nodded amicably.
"Sex ed?" Winnie said and wiggled her hot little hips further up onto the bed. "Maybe I could give you a couple of pointers if you'd like."
"We'd like you to shut up and behave like any normal twelve year old!"
Vivian felt her mouth fly open. She could hardly believe the girl was that young. Not from her smarty mouth so much as from her body.
She was built like a much older girl ... a much older, well-stacked girl.
"If I do that you two would hate me. Don't normal twelve year old girls play with dolls and listen to Barry Manilow records?"
RING!! ! ! !
RING!! ! ! !
RING!! ! ! !
The wall phone broke into the silence and Annie stumbled up to answer it. Too many things were coming down on her head just now.
The prospect of flunking Drama History and flunking out of school, being not the least of her immediate worries. Fuck a duck. It was a rough life.
"Hello?" she said a little weakly.
"Yeah? Oh, hi! Hi, Doreen. Huh?"
There were several awkward minutes in which Vivian held her breath. It was understood, though it had been unspoken, that no one but no one was to find out about their little escapade at Doreen's house of ill repute earlier in the week.
"No, I'm afraid I can't. Well, that's awfully nice really ... "
More silence from Annie's end.
Vivian froze to her seat. What the hell was going on?
"That's great. No, I'm not. But look, I'm afraid I can't come over. You see, I've got my kid sister here ... "
"Would you please not call me by that demeaning title?"
Annie put her hand over the receiver. "Shut up, Winnie."
"Yes, yes. No. She's twelve."
A very long pause from Annie's end.
Vivian strained to hear what the woman on the other end was saying.
She could hear nothing.
"Hmmmmmm, Yeah. No. Yeah. Would I!! ! ! ! ! ! "
That last remark sounded very encouraging.
Then, to her surprise, Annie hung up the phone and grinned broadly at her roommate. She walked over to where she sat and nudged her in the ribs from a position that Winnie couldn't make out.
"Uhhhhhh, remember that dinner party we're going to tonight?"
"What dinner ... " Vivian looked up and saw Annie's eyes darting madly back and forth. "Oh . ... THAT dinner party. The one ...
"The one Doreen and Dr. Granger have invited us to?"
Vivian cast a her an incredulous look.
"Oh, yes," she nodded like a crazed marionette, "I forgot when it was."
"TONIGHT!! ! ! " Annie said with pronounced articulation.
"At Doreen's?"
"And that was her on the phone. And guess what? She invited little Winnie to come along ... "
"Wow!! ! ! " the little girl said, jumped up and grabbed her vanity case. She rushed past the girls and headed down the hall.
"Where's she going?"
"Probably to the girls' room. She-likes to look her best on these occasions."
"Now what is this all about?" Vivian said, her eyes fixed on her gorgeous tall, statuesque roommate.
"Doreen has volunteered to babysit with Winnie."
"Hooray!! ! ! "
"Looks like we'll be foot loose and imagine free all night!"
"Looks like we'll be seeing Dr. Pugh again!"
The girls danced in a circle. They screamed delighted whoops of joy till Winnie came back into the room and accused them of acting like a couple of kids.
Just a couple of silly kids without a care.
Well, they felt like it.
"Look at the two of you," Winnie said, and shook her head, "Christ, if Mother could only see how you're acting!"
"If mother only knew half the things you did when you were young," her older, wiser sister threw in. "Like banging Jimmy Fuchs in the tree house ... "
"I wasn't banging him. Sis. We were playing OPEC."
"How does that one go?" Vivian asked.
"In and out, if you're an Arab," Winnie giggled. "Up the ass, if you're an American car owner."
Both girls giggled and Vivian found herself joining in. She had a very staid upbringing. How in the world had these two gotten away with so much anyway?
By the time they opened the door, Annie could hardly wait to dump the little shit head, but she knew she would have to wait until the opportune moment.
like as soon as Winnie's back was turned.
"Ah, Annie, darling," Doreen said, "I see you've brought your roommate."
The last few words sounded a little sour as they poured from Doreen's luscious bee stung lips. But then Annie realized that it had been Vivian who blew the whistle when she came running in there just as Professor Witherspoon was coming his last few drops.
Maybe she a right to be a little ticked off. "I also brought my sister," she said, trying for a lighter tone. She never thought she would bring up her wretched little brat of a sister to lighten anybody's spirits.
But there she was, doing it in grand style.
"She's gorgeous," Doreen said, examining he little girl carefully. She had a pretty good idea that this one was the genuine article.
She nodded her approval.
No chance she would have to shave this girl's cunt hair off. She really was twelve years old. She wouldn't have any to start with.
Dr. Granger nodded and checked the little girl out scrupulously. He saw the round, emerging fullness of her pert, hot little tits.
He saw the jiggling of her ass as she walked into the foyer.
And he got a big hard on just thinking about fucking the spunk out of her.
No doubt Dr. Witherspoon would approve as well. He may have been an old goat, but he was no fool.
Now how to persuade this twelve year old darling that what she was really missing in her life was sex with an old geezer like Witherspoon ...
"Come into the kitchen, won't you?" Doreen said and took the little girl's hand.
"I'm not a great cook," she said to Winnie with a teasing smile, "but I've ordered something from the local delicatessen."
"Smart of you," Winnie said and helped herself to a seat at the table. "If I were working in a whore house, I wouldn't bother to cook either."
Silence.
"Winnie!" her sister said after a long, uncomfortable pause in the proceedings, "what makes you think that this is a whore house?"
"Red velvet drapes?" Winnie said with a dubious look, "who are you kidding? And look at the way she's dressed. You think I was born yesterday or something?"
Annie eyed Doreen.
She was dressed a tad revealing. Maybe if she'd been wearing a housecoat like her own mother wore and took down those curtains ...
"Well," Doreen managed graciously, "I suppose it doesn't matter. Friends are friends. It doesn't so much matter what they do, does it?"
"You're not friends," the girl said and crossed her arm under her pert little knockers. "You've got nothing in common as far as I can see ... except sex. You taking in a little work on the side Sis?"
"Fucking shit head twerp!! ! ! " Annie railed and slammed her fist down on the kitchen table, "I knew I never should have let you in that door." '
Doreen moved easily in between the two girls and held up her hands like a traffic cop. "I'll take of this, Annie," she said graciously.
"You'll be sorry you ever tried to do anything with her," Annie said and pointed at the adorable moppet. "Come on, Vivian," she said and hooked her hand around her roommate's arm. "We've got some experimenting to catch up on."
The two headed out the door and the rest of the assembled folk watched them leave.
"Well!" Doreen said brightly, "I see you're a spirited girl. That's all to the good."
"You like it?" Winnie said and leaned her elbow on the window sill.
"Well, let's just say you remind me of someone."
"Who?"
"Oh, me when I was your age."
"You're blonde. I'm a crow top."
"You should be proud of that gorgeous thicket of yours. It look like a plate of blackberries. You're a nice looking besides."
"You wanna see more?" Winnie said, eyeing the woman curiously.
She'd never met an honest-to-goodness hooker close up ... besides herself ... and she didn't really count yet. Six horny old men along two paper routes was not exactly the big time ... not yet it wasn't. "Nooooo," the woman lied, but believably.
"You know anybody who does?"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact. A college professor."
"Am I supposed to be impressed?"
"Dr. Witherspoon is an eminent scholar and tenured professor of Advanced Trigonometry at Bayes University ... a very cultured gentleman."
"Does he fuck good?"
"I wouldn't have the vaguest idea. He-likes young girls."
"Then call him up."
"You're sure?" Doreen said. She winked heartily at the young girl. Perhaps she wouldn't have to go to the playground to recruit after all.
Perhaps she had hew new recruit right in front of her.
Stranger things had happened.
"Why don't we go upstairs." Doreen offered.
"Best offer I've had all day."
"You coming, Horton?" Doreen said over her shoulder.
"Wouldn't miss it," the man said back and stepped lively to the winding staircase where the two girls were already ascending toward the second floor.
"Gorgeous place," Winnie gushed, "simply gorgeous."
"Thank you."
Once inside the little bedroom, Doreen backed into the wall and watched the twelve year old vixen take her clothes off.
She really was a twelve year old, despite her adult mouth.
The body was soft, pinkish, adorable and still had that slightly pampered look about it. As though everyone in the world were still being nice to this little girl because she was so young and innocent ... as if the world wanted to keep her that way.
Winnie seemed to have other ideas.
"You like my tits?" the girl said and began rubbing her palms across the pert, upturned little pancakes. "Do you?"
"Admirable for one so young," Horton Granger said.
"I don't have much pussy hair, do I?"
"Let's just say we won't have to shave you."
"Perish the thought!! ! ! " Winnie winced.
"Horton, dear." Doreen cooed, "would you like to give this girl a few instructions on giving head? Or anything else that comes into your mind."
"Certainly."
The gallant professor doffed his hat and whipped his vest off. He removed all of his clothes and Winnie watched with mounting interest.
"You've got one hell of a big dong on you," she said. She meant that, too. "Thank you, I'm sure."
"Mind if I suck it?"
"Now first lesson, Winnie," Horton said, "don't be tooooooo anxious to wrap those plump pink little baby lips of yours around my stem. Take your time. Relax the guy a bit."
"Right," she said slowly, "You know, I think that's one thing about my technique I've needed to change for a long time."
"What's that?"
"Well, I'm just such an eager little sucking beaver. You see, along my paper route, there's never enough time to relax about sex. Sure I'd love to unwind with some of these guys ... have a few drinks ... talk over old times, but I'm always in such a damned hurry!"
"Other clients?" Doreen said, arching one fine eyebrow.
"Too many to count. A lot of people in Knoll Valley Township take the morning paper. I used to have to start at four in the morning if I wanted to deliver early editions to all subscribers AND get in a few blow jobs."
Doreen shook her head. Few girls had ever quite surprised her like this one. If she didn't watch herself, Winnie might try and take over the establishment.
A twelve year old Madam!! ! !
A stranger situation, she could not imagine.
"Could we get on with this?" Horton said, and he pointed to his free swinging prick. The thing was beginning to itch a bit.
"Anything you say," Winnie agreed.
Horton lay down on the bed and felt the small girl scramble up on it. It was odd to see something so small fondling his huge member.
The girl scarcely accounted for any weight whatsoever and she was practically sitting square onto his stomach. It was like having an elf for a bed partner.
Winnie had a vague idea how to handle the thing. She'd seen plenty of them, but this guy was so worldly. He'd been around a lot and he was very educated. Perhaps her handling of his dick would be a little sophomoric for his tastes.
She used both her hands and gripped his base.
They wouldn't quite squeeze around it, and he still had a ways to go before his cock was fully erect.
She seemed to sense this, however, and made squeezing and patting motions with her soft little hands all over his prick.
She did have a lot of muscle power, though, Horton thought, for one so young. Indeed, if given the right kind of training, she might prove to be the perfect little hooker.
She had a lot of the right stuff to start with.
The girl patted Horton's thick prick stalk.
She rolled her hands all over his shaft, lengthening it as though she were rolling a wad of dough out to make braided bread.
Horton lay back, took in a deep breath, and felt his log expand. He felt it lengthen and expand in the care of the expert loving hands of the little girl.
It was odd.
A strange, light sensation overtook his head.
This girl was soooo little. He could hear her breath coming out in light, fine gasps. And yet, there was this strange gentle touch she had. The gentleness combined with the wild streak was a winning combination.
His prick responded by shuddering and stiffening up hard.
He felt his vein pulsate whenever she ringed his dick.
She used the palms of her hands flat against his shaft and rolled his dick back and forth gently, then picking up speed and pressure.
"Ooooooh," someone said.
Winnie realized it was her. Having the biggest dick she could possibly imagine in her wildest dreams growing and thudding in her hand was making her pussy wet and horny.
"Does anybody here give head while I'm doing this?" she said and winked at Doreen as obviously as she possibly could. Not subtle, but she wanted it to work.
"Spread your chops, Little Lamb," Doreen said and moved onto the bed.
She spread the child-like lips apart with her practiced fingers and swirled them around inside the precious pink pussy hole.
Winnie's pussy was a little downy on the lips. It had that slight layer of fuzz ... like a peach.
like two peach halves parted slightly with the pit jutting through and straining toward the sunlight.
like a ripe, bursting little peach.
"Ohhhhhh," Winnie cried, "eat it. Please! Eat my sweet, sweet pussy. I'll suck anybody anytime and anywhere if you'll only do that."