Chapter 16
"What!" I was shocked; it was like a punch in the stomach.
"That's right, hot-pussy. All the good details. Do you really think it was an accident that he left you here? No accident, little girl. I asked him to let you come here."
I glared at him; my anger was still hot, but my shock and surprise had numbed me. "What I did with Gus is something you'll never get."
"I'm not asking for love, pussycat." His voice was still harsh and his breath unpleasant in my face. "I'm willing to pay for what you give away to others."
That floored me. "Pay?" I echoed.
"Yeah. Money. Dollars. You know what I'm talking about."
I turned around and listened for his wife. I could hear her talking towards the back of the house. I looked again at Henry. As repulsive as the idea was, I felt myself drawn to it regardless. The idea of selling my body for money excited me in a way I've never known.
"How much are you willing to pay?" I asked. The words came out thinly, as though my mouth were surprised that my brain was agreeing. Why not? I thought.
"That's better." He was smiling now, and he put his hand back on my ass.
I suffered the indignity, almost enjoying the idea that he was using me. "What about the money?"
"You are a hot little bitch, aren't you!" He worked his fingers into the crack of my ass, curving under my body so that he was almost touching my cunt, squeezing the flesh in and out. His fingers felt hot through the thin material of my shorts.
"What if your wife comes in?" My mouth was dry and I had difficulty saying the words.
"She'll be in there for an hour yet."
He had his hand between my thighs now, turned upward so that his short fat fingers were cupping the mound of my cunt. Without wanting to, I found myself getting wet at the crudity of his technique. I pressed my cunt down against his palm.
"Do you want to do it right here on the kitchen floor?" I asked, feeling the lips of my cunt opening and closing as my juices started to flow.
"What do you mean, on the floor? I don't want to fuck you. Fucking I can get anywhere."
I was confused. "What do you want?"
He squeezed my cunt. "I want you to French me."
I was still confused. I just stared at him, with my legs parted and a wave of pleasure burning up from my cunt.
"French!" he repeated. "You know, sucking. Suck my cock!"
I sucked in my breath. It was the first time I'd ever heard the expression. It made it sound more perverse, more obscene. French his cock.
"Well?" he asked.
I pulled my hands out of the soapy water and dried them on a dishcloth. I was remarkably calm outwardly in spite of the way I felt inside. It was as though a fire had suddenly exploded in my cunt.
"Give me the money," I said. Receiving the money was the most important part; more important than the amount. The idea that I was letting him use my mouth as a receptacle for his sperm, and then charging him money for that privilege, excited me so much that I almost couldn't stand the anticipation.
He handed me the money, and I didn't bother to look at it. I folded it and put it in the pocket of my shorts.
"Are you sure it's safe?" I looked down the hall.
"Of course!" he said. He squeezed my tit. "Do you think I'd take a chance on getting caught? Don't be foolish."
I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. "I'm ready... take your cock out."
"Let me touch you a little first," he said. "To get in the mood."
I pulled my blouse up and I let him slip his hand down the front of my shorts. I sucked in my stomach as he flattened his palm and slid it inside my panties.
"You got a hairy cunt," he said, cupping the mound.
I didn't answer. I just stood there, my thighs spread and my eyes closed tight while he played with my cunt.
"You're all wet. You got a very wet pussy, you know? Gus was right."
I humped myself up and down against his hand, sighing in surprise when he pushed a finger up inside of me. He couldn't push it far because the tightness of the shorts was binding, but he pushed it far enough to awaken ripples of pleasure throughout the whole underside of my cunt.
"You got a nice tight box," he observed. "You been fucked much?"
I didn't answer, just arched up then pushed down. I groaned with excitement.
"Answer me. Tell me how many guys have fucked you. Tell me their names and how big their cocks were."
I told him and he listened intently, apparently getting excited by hearing me say the words. I knew it was exciting me, and I began to describe the incidents in vivid details.
"Ohh, that's good." He pulled his finger out of my cunt and licked it in his mouth. "Let's go. I'm ready now."
I got down on my knees, trembling as I watched him unzip his fly. The whole front of his pants was swollen and pulled out.
"Close your eyes," he said, holding his hand in front of his open zipper. "Don't open them until I tell you."
I did as I was told, and after a moment he told me to open my eyes.
"Jesus!" I cried in surprise. "Is that all you?"
"I thought you'd like it."
In front of my face was the most enormous cock I've ever seen. It had to be at least nine inches long.
It made Gus' and Marc's look small by comparison.
I couldn't believe it was real. It was as thick as my wrist.
"Don't be afraid. Suck it."
I didn't need a second invitation. I closed my eyes and wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock. I held the shaft with both hands, and still there were parts of it untouched by me. I felt the swollen tip of the crown scrape against my teeth as my tongue welcomed it into my mouth.
I couldn't believe it was real, even now when it was in my mouth. I began to understand now what Lena Price saw in her husband. I was almost tempted to give him back his money. I knew I would willingly pay him if he had suggested that we fuck. My cunt ached to see whether it could swallow Henry's length and width; what a challenge his cock was!
"That's it," he cooed. "Suck it easy!"
My mouth was open as wide as it would go, and I forced my lips down the length of shaft, even when the broadness of the head hit against the back of my throat. I would have strangled on its size if I could have; it seemed like a small price to pay to lick my tongue against the hardness of that fantastic prick.
I sucked on it as if it were holy. I held it firmly with both hands and swished my tongue back and forth across its great width. I tightened my lips around its sides, and rolled my head back and forth, trying to screw my mouth down around it. Saliva trickled from under the edges of my lips. I tried to suck it back up into my mouth just as I tried to suck more and more of his cock into my mouth.
But there was no more to swallow. My mouth was filled with his cock. From my widely spread lips, across the length of my tongue, back to the root of my throat -- it was all taken up by Henry's cock. I could feel the spongy ridge of its head rubbing against my inner cheeks and bumping softly into the roof of my mouth.
"Pump your face up and down," he suggested. His legs were bent and he was pushing his middle up into my mouth. "Jerk me off with your mouth."
I began to pull back on the shaft of his cock. I felt the head dislodge from the back of my throat and slide down the curved wetness of my tongue. I tightened my lips to slow his withdrawal, feeling the big cock-head cushion itself against the back of my teeth. His cock felt incredibly hot in my mouth, and my lips and tongue burned under him. I pulled my tongue around to the head and inserted it into the slitted opening. There was a bubble of moisture there, and I flicked it back into my throat and swallowed it. Then I began to suck hard.
"Good, good," he moaned. He was enjoying the blow-job, and when he grasped my head in his hands, I felt him trembling. "Tickle the underside with your tongue."
I slid my tongue around and flicked it rapidly across the underside of his cock. The flesh was bunched together there, like a series of thin lines all joining a single point on his cock.
"Ohhhh! That's good. Move your tongue down a little... move it more to the head."
I moved my tongue and repeated the flicking movement. His thighs trembled and soon he shook my head in pleasure.
"Uhhhh! I'm going to come soon. Pump up and down now!"
I plunged my lips down his cock, sucking in my breath as it slid back into my mouth. My cheeks puffed out and my lips were drawn widely apart. I felt his knob again near the back of my throat. I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, and when I could go down no farther, I jerked my head back and reversed the direction of my face. When I felt the head of his cock against my teeth, I repeated the downward plunge, moving faster this time until I had swallowed his rod another time. By now my mouth had learned the route, and it sucked up and down automatically -- plunging and withdrawing, sucking and spitting, in and out until my face was a blur against his crotch and his cock was like a pump in my mouth.
"Good! Good!" he grunted, pumping his hips up into my face. His knees slammed into my tits as he arched himself in and out of my lips, my head bobbing against his cushion-like belly.
I began to jerk him off with my two hands, sliding them up and down the length of his cock, coordinating their movement with the plunge and withdrawal of my mouth. As I sank down with my mouth, my hand stroked downward and banged into his belly; when I pulled back, my fingers lightly slid up and pounded against my lips. The entire length of his cock was drenched with my saliva, and the organ felt slippery under my tightening fingers.
"Soon... ohhhhhh!" His back was bent like a bow and he was straining against me.
My body picked up the urgency of his excitement and my face slipped furiously up and down his cock while my two hands jerked up and down the rest of his tool. My tempo became frantic and my coordination went completely awry; I kept banging my lips with my wet fists until I thought my mouth must be bloody.
"Now!" Henry groaned, shoving his cock down my throat. "I'm coming now!"
It wasn't necessary to tell me; I knew. I could taste it. My mouth was filled with his cream; it was like a thick paste spread all over my tongue and teeth. My hot cheeks puffed out with the spewing torrent of wetness, and his cock trembled in my hands and continued to pump out more cum.
I swallowed in self-defense, to keep from drowning. Thick lumps of the jizz poured from the end of his cock like a hose, gushing down my throat. I could almost feel it splashing in my stomach.
I finally stopped pumping with my hands; they ached too much. They dropped from his cock and I continued to suck until nothing else came out. I cleaned my mouth of cum and licked the end of his cock clean. It was, finally deflated, but even in its flaccid state it was still gigantic.
"Enough," Henry said. He pulled his cock from my lips, but my mouth followed after his cock. He had to push me away from taking it into my mouth again.
"That was fantastic," he said. "I never had any better. You really like cum, don't you?"
I didn't know what to say. For a girl who'd never sucked cock before two weeks ago, I'd certainly come a long way.
"You'd better get up," he said, trying to pull me erect. He slipped both his hands under my armpits and lifted up. My body hardly moved.
"Come on," he whispered. "Before my wife comes in."
I moved my legs, staring hypnotically at the long lump of pink meat that dangled from his open zipper. My pants were very wet, my legs like rubber.
My God! I moved around slowly. Without realizing it, I had come in my pants! Come from just sucking on his cock.
There was a puddle in my panties, and with a shaking hand I took Henry Price's cock and kissed it reverently.
"Thank you," I mumbled as he pulled me up. "Thank you!"
Well, the rest is history, as the old saying goes. I was either a whore or a nymphomaniac. I had to face that fact almost immediately. I spent almost all the next week trying to cure whatever it was that had taken over my body. But it didn't work. The same old longings were there. I had to make a decision and I did. I cut my so-called "summer vacation" short, made a million excuses and headed back home. I thought if I got away from the memory of it all, everything would be all right.
But that didn't work either. It's October now, and I'm back in school. Or at least I'm supposed to be. I skip about three days a week of it, and my mother thinks I have an afternoon job down in Times Square. Well, in a way I do.
If you're ever on Forty-second Street, try the back rows of some of the dumpy old movie houses there. You'll probably find me there. Sucking a you-know-what, but getting a five-dollar bill in advance, that's for sure. That's part of the thrill for me, you see. Henry Price taught me that little extra dividend. Three or four tricks a day and I've got myself a hundred bucks a week. Needless to say I love my "work", and I'm saving my money. I have almost three hundred dollars now in an account my mother doesn't know a thing about. You see, there's this other girl in my school that loves sex just as much as I do. We have the same hang-up, you might say. Her father taught her pretty much the same things I learned from Gus and Henry and Bill and Jerry... and all the others. Her name is Terry and we're planning to take a shot at Hollywood soon. Terry says a girl can make a fortune out there doing what we're doing for peanuts.
Sorry? Not me! Once I was able to come to terms with the fact that I'm a born whore, the rest was easy.
And lovely!