Chapter 6
After his adventure with Polly, Ron didn't feel like peeking at his mother or doing anything sneaky. He wanted to get fucked. There were some pretty girls around the neighborhood, and when he saw one of them, he would talk to them, treat them nice and ask them out, but he wasn't getting anywhere.
One afternoon, his buddy Bruce and he were sitting in the soda shop. They were talking about the local girls. It seemed that Bruce was in as bad a shape as Ron. They mentioned all the girls they knew, and talked about how nice it would be to fuck each of them. Between the two of them, they had had a few dates with the girls, and they even managed to cop some feels.
Then Bruce brought up an interesting topic. His older brother had mentioned that there was an all-night coffee shop nearby, and whores hung around there.
"Really?" Ron asked with desperate interest when he heard-the news. "We should go there."
"Yeah, but they don't come in until the middle of the night," Bruce said.
"So what? I can sneak out. Can't you?"
They made plans to meet at a specified corner that night at. two a.m. They would bring all the money they could get their hands on.
When Ron went home that afternoon, he was so excited that he couldn't wait for two in the morning to roll around. He planned to take a nap so he wouldn't be too tired, but he couldn't lie down long enough to fall asleep. He was too excited. It seemed that it would never get dark out, but it finally did. Then the clock seemed to slow down.
Jan went to bed at her usual time, but Ron still had a few hours to kill. Finally, at one o'clock, he could wait no longer and he decided to get out a little early. He climbed out on the porch roof, and jumped down. It felt strange to be going out at that hour. It was so quiet that Ron thought it was spooky.
Ron got to the meeting place forty-five minutes early. How was he ever going to kill that much time on a street corner in the middle of the night? Cars went by occasionally. Once he saw a cop car heading his way and he slipped into a doorway so he wouldn't be seen.
He hoped that Bruce would be early, and they could get going, but when two o'clock came, Bruce still hadn't shown. Ron was getting pissed and wished he had never heard of the all-night joint. Five after, ten after, and still no Bruce.
Finally Bruce showed up.
"My parents went out, and I had to wait until they got home," he explained.
Ron understood. All that mattered was that they were ready to go. They started walking in the direction of the coffee shop as if they were on their way to claim a fortune. It was a good walk and it took them a while to get there. They were hoping that some whores would still be there.
They saw the lights from way down the street. When they walked up to the place, they were disappointed though. There wasn't a soul in there except a seedy-looking guy behind the counter in a dirty white uniform.
They went in and sat at the counter. They ordered coffee and doughnuts.
When the counterman brought their coffee, Ron asked if there were any whores around.
"Sure, lots of 'em come in here all the time," the guy said.
"Do you think any might come in tonight?" Ron asked.
"More'n likely," the man said. "Bessie and Sophie usually come in 'round three, when the bars close. And Toots comes in regular." The guy giggled and his old face wrinkled up and he looked jolly. "Just the other night Toots gave me a great blow-job right in the back room. She knows how to keep that free coffee comin."
The boys kept looking around to see if any whores were approaching. An old lady with a shopping bag came in and sat at the far end of the counter. Then a greasy-looking guy with a baggy suit came in, but no whores.
The old guy came back to the boys with another story. "Sally, she don't come 'round no more, but once she took on seven guys right in that there bathroom. That was fun." The man shuffled away and the boys' faith was renewed.
It was almost three, and they were getting impatient. The door swung open and a fat woman came in and sat down in a booth. She wore a lot of makeup, a slinky red dress, and she looked as if she was glad to get off her feet. The boys looked at her, then at the clock. The whores were overdue. The old man walked over to them, winked and said, "Sadie." He pointed at the fat woman.
Ron groaned, but Bruce didn't seem very disappointed.
"Well, she could be worse," Bruce said.
Ron was beginning to realize that his friend was even hornier than he was, if that were possible. The waiter went over to the old whore. The old counterman said something that they couldn't hear, but they saw him motion in their direction. When he went back behind the counter, they saw the old girl smiling broadly at them.
The boys turned their backs on the tired fucker, but they heard her call to them.
"Boys, boys."
When they looked at her again, she was wiggling a finger at them. They looked at each other, shrugged, then went over to her.
"Sit down, fellows. A girl hates to be alone at this hour you know."
They slipped into the booth opposite her. She looked a lot worse at close quarters. Her makeup seemed to have been applied with a trowel. She didn't seem to be able to stop smiling. The boys didn't say a word, they just stared at that ancient face with curiosity, but the whore didn't seem to find their behavior unusual.
"You kids in school?" the crone asked in an effort to get a conversation going. She took a drag on her lipstick-smeared cigarette.
The boys nodded. They noticed that she wore a ring on almost every finger. Chains and beads hung in profusion around her neck. They felt ridiculous sitting there and not talking, so Ron finally said, "My name's Ron, this is Bruce."
The old woman smiled broadly and introduced herself.
"Sadie's the name, pleasure's the game," she said, and laughed herself into a coughing fit. When she recovered, she said, "Geeze, my feet are killing me, and let's not have any jokes about me being on my back all the time. I must walk a hundred miles at night, and when I stop walking, I stand. I only get to lie down for a few minutes every now and then. What a life. But, I don't want to be a complainer."
Both guys were fascinated with the whore, and they even discovered that their cocks were hard. They never would have thought an old bag like Sadie could have turned them on, but when they were that horny a female snake probably could have done the trick. As they sat there with Sadie, another woman walked up to them and sat down.
She was a skinny woman, about Sadie's age, and dressed just as gaudily. She kept smiling at Sadie, winking and motioning toward the boys with her head. Sadie tried to ignore her, but she started poking Sadie in the ribs.
"Oh, I want to introduce you to Bertha, a colleague of mine," Sadie said in a sarcastic voice.
Bertha batted her false eyelashes at them. "Pleased to meet cha'." She smiled as if she'd just taken a swig of essence of lemon.
The guys wished they could sink out of sight, but their hard pricks seemed to anchor them in their seats. If only these two old whores would bend over so only their asses and cunts were showing, they might get up enough courage to fuck them.
What a position to be in, Ron thought. Faced with two of the oldest and ugliest women he'd ever seen, he was thinking about fucking them because he was a horny slave to his hard cock.
Bruce was making small talk with them. They talked about the weather and the way the neighborhood was going downhill, and all the usual topics.
Ron was looking around, trying not to meet the whores' eyes. He saw the door swing open, and two chicks walked in. They were young and nice looking. One wore a black mini-dress, and the other, tight slacks and sweater. They had their hair piled up on their heads in baroque swirls. Ron guessed that they were whores too, but the only thing they had in common with Sadie and Bertha was their makeup jobs.
Ron nudged Bruce under the table and drew his attention to the newcomers. Bruce was immediately interested. They both began to feel foolish for sitting with two fossils. Yet, they couldn't just pick themselves up and go to that other booth. That would be very rude, but there must be something they could do.
Sadie noticed that the boys were looking at something .behind her. She turned to look and so did Bertha. When they turned back toward the boys, they were wearing haughty expressions.
"Tramps," Bertha said with disdain.
Sadie leaned across the table. "Those girls are ruining the profession. And they're so rude. Do you know what one of them said to me the other day? Said 'Why don't you retire? You're cluttering up the street.' Imagine the nerve."
Ron felt sorry for the old girl, but he sure wished he was with the other two, rude or not. When he looked at Sadie's wrinkled cleavage, he thought about getting up and leaving them to go to those other two chicks. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't do it. It was against his principles to be so rude, and although he would have gladly abandoned his principles, he simply couldn't.
The two young hookers noticed the boys sitting a few booths away, and now every time one of them looked at them, they were greeted with smiles and winks.
Finally, one of the younger fuckers came over. The boys looked hopefully at the chick, but the old whores had daggers shooting from their eyes as soon as they saw the young lady coming their way.
The slinky whore walked right up to their table and struck a sexy pose. The boys saw her loose tits held in her tight sweater. The nipples were stiff and huge. They poked through the fabric like big gum-drops.
"Hi, fellas," she said between chews on a wad of gum. She shifted her body so her other hip stuck out. Her eyes swung from the boys to the old whores across from them. "Why don't you guys come over and join us?"
Ron and Bruce wanted desperately to go with the sharp-looking chick, but they just couldn't make their bodies do what they wanted. The boys couldn't explain to the younger girl, they only could say, "Uh, well ... urn," until the whore saw that they weren't going to come with her.
"Weirdos, right?" she said and walked back to her friend.
The boys felt crushed. Why hadn't they gone with her? They didn't owe these two old cronies anything. They'd really blown it.
Sadie and Bertha were bubbling over with joy, though, and that gave the guys some compensation. But not much.
"You guys have real good taste," Bertha said.
"Let's go up to my place," Sadie said. "It's just down the street."
The guys knew that this was their last chance. If they wanted to get laid at all that night, they had better go with the two old whores.
They left some money for their coffee and doughnuts, and slipped out of the booth.
When they passed by the booth where the younger whores sat, the boys shrank into their clothes in an effort to hide. They didn't look at the two younger girls, but they imagined that they must be looking at them with contempt.
They were glad to be outside on the dark street. Sadie put her arm through Ron's arm and pulled him to her side, and Bertha did the same to Bruce. Sadie had an apartment above a shop a few doors away and they were soon in the shabby place. Sadie ran around picking up dirty cups from various places, and emptying ashtrays.
Now that they were alone with these two, the boys were getting excited. They tried to see the two old whores' good points, and they had to admit, they could have been worse. At least they were willing. As long as the lights were low when the time came to fuck, they thought it would be all right.
Sadie was boiling water for tea, and she had dragged out some cookies and candy. They ate a few cookies, but they were stale, and they didn't care for tea. They wanted to get fucked and hoped the old girls would get around to it soon.
Ron was sitting on an old, overstuffed couch, and Sadie came over and plopped down next to him. She suddenly threw a flabby arm around the boy and roughly pulled him to her. She wasn't exactly the girl of his dreams, but she would have to do. She tried to kiss him, and he gave her a short peck, but that wasn't what the boy had in mind.
He shoved a hand into her tits and groped the saggy softness. She was wearing a bra, but this time, Ron was glad. Wrapping a hand around one of those suspended boobs, he squeezed none too gently. Sadie squealed in delight.
"Come with me," she whispered, and stood up.
Ron followed her out of the room. As he left, he looked back to see Bruce and Bertha wrestling in a shabby easy chair.
Sadie led Ron into her bedroom. There was a fancy brass bed in need of polishing, and some old, heavy furniture. Ron had never seen a collection of bottles and boxes that covered the dresser.
"Take your clothes off, Sweety," she said in a strange voice that Ron assumed was her way of sounding sexy.
He did as she said, and when he saw that she was going to leave her clothes on, he was grateful. Ron had never stripped in front of a woman before, and he found it exciting. Sadie watched him undress with greed in her old eyes. When Ron had freed his boner, the woman was almost drooling.
She walked up to him and put her hands on his shoulders. She pushed him backwards until he fell on the bed. Sadie sat beside him and moved her hands slowly to his stiff prick.
Her hands were filling Ron with passion, and it showed in the way his cock-head expanded. By the time she arrived at his root with caressing fingers, he was panting with need.
Holding his cock like a baseball bat, she lowered her head to his meat. Ron watched her face approach his prick with amazed eagerness. When her lips touched the pink and swollen knob, Ron shook uncontrollably.
Sadie took his balls into her hand and held them with more skill than Ron had ever imagined a woman could have. She was proving herself a real pro. Her tongue licked the head, then slid down the shaft. Ron wiggled with gleeful excitement.
, Sadie suddenly left Ron on the bed and went to her dresser. She picked up a length of ribbon and began tying knots in it. When she saw Ron staring at her in puzzled exasperation, she explained.
"Blue ribbon special," she said. "Never heard of it? Well, you'll see."
Ron was curious and anxious to find out what this old whore's trick was. When she came back to the bed, she continued sucking his cock, but her hand was bringing the ribbon to his ass. When Ron felt her putting the ribbon, one knot at a time, up his ass, he liked the feeling, but he still didn't think he understood the trick.
He almost forgot the ribbon as his prick began to jerk in the crone's mouth. He had dreamed of getting his cock sucked for a long time, but the reality was much better than his dreams ever were. The way her tongue slid around his prick knob was such a beautiful feeling that Ron was about to faint. While her tongue licked his glans her lips were doing nice things too.
When the whore's head began bobbing up and down on his tool, Ron felt the sperm in his balls begin to churn. Pleasure curled his body and his arms flailed the bedspread. This was at least a thousand times better than jerking off, and he hoped he would never have to go back to that. He was about to come, and he heard himself grunting like a wild boar.
The gism that had been simmering now shot through his prick. His orgasm was about to send him to heaven. A wad of gism hit the back of Sadie's throat, and told her that it was time. Ron felt a fast series of jolts in his asshole. The feeling came as a shock, but it made his body leap with ecstasy and his cream seemed to flood out like a tidal wave. He was higher on lust than he'd ever been. Sadie's blue-ribbon special was a stroke of genius.
She kept sucking on his prick until it stopped pumping white goo into her mouth. It took a while, because pulling that knotted ribbon from his ass had given him a super-climax. Sadie swallowed every drop as if she were drinking rare cognac. Ron's prick was as limp as a shoelace.
Sadie sat up. "Liked that, didn't you, honey drop? Well, old Sadie wasn't a whore for all those years without picking up a trick or two."
Ron couldn't argue with that. He had never felt so satisfied. When he jerked off, the release from his horniness only lasted a few minutes, but now he felt like he could go without a horny thought for days. Sadie sat beside the spent boy and rubbed his stomach and thighs.
Ron began to think that he was still technically a virgin, and he wanted to remedy that situation. His cock was lying on his belly like a dead worm, but he knew that was only temporary. The blue ribbon had coaxed a lot out of him, but he was sure he could summon enough sexual energy to fuck too.
"I want to fuck you, Sadie," he said. "I'm yours kid, but do you think you're ready for more?"
"In a minute," Ron said. "I just have to rest."
Sadie helped the boy get ready by taking his tired cock in her hand. She held his limp prick and waited. As she watched, his prick began to slowly inflate. It grew in diameter, then in length. It lifted and stretched. Before she could say a word, his prick was standing and twitching with all the glory it had shown before her blow-job.
Sadie stood up and Ron watched as she reached up under her dress. A pair of black panties appeared from under there and she stepped out of the garment. Then she lay down next to Ron with her skirt pulled out of the way of her old cunt.
"You'll have to get on top," she said. "I'm too old for that sort of thing."
Ron sat up and looked at the whore's pussy. Her cunt didn't look old, even though it must have been through a lot over the years. Her pubic hair was black and thick. Ron was turned on again. He stuck his hand into her muff and grabbed at the lips. He stuck a finger in and felt around. This was real cunt-fingering.
Sadie closed her eyes and made little wailing sounds. Her body swayed from side to side. Ron could see some pink through the curly hair, but not enough to satisfy him. So with his other hand, he held her twat open and peered in. He could see where his finger disappeared up Sadie's pussy-hole.
The inner lips hung loose around his finger, and Ron decided that she didn't have the tightest cunt in the world. But it would do.
He figured out where her clit must be, and he gave her a poke there. He knew that he'd hit the right spot when Sadie's body heaved, and her groans became louder and more wanton. After playing with her twat for a while, Ron's prick began to get impatient. He wanted to feel her pussy wrapped around his cock. All the times he'd masturbated, he tried to imagine what it would feel like to have a pussy to stick his meat in, and now that he had one he couldn't wait any longer.
Ron crawled between Sadie's legs and lowered his prick toward the wet mess of curly hair. He was so excited that he had trouble guiding it in. The dull tip bounced around between her damp thighs, and against the soft mound, but he couldn't sink it.
Finally, Sadie took his floundering prick in her hand, and brought it to her gaping cunt. Ron felt his cock slide into her slippery hot cunt.
Sadie didn't have the tightest cunt, but Ron thought it was terrific. The satiny walls, dripping with juice, caressed his prick like it never had been caressed before. Ron had stuck his cock in a lot of cunts of his own invention, but now he knew that he had never come close to creating the sensation he was experiencing now.
Sadie lifted her legs and hugged his hips as he began pumping. Ron lifted and pushed his hips with a fast and powerful rhythm. He had his eyes closed and was concentrating on the feeling of his prick reaming her hole.
Sadie's fat body made a good mattress for Ron's body as he worked on her pussy. He had his face buried in her neck as he drove his cock in and out. The passion was mounting, and the feelings that were filling his head were delicious. Sadie's blow-job had left him drained, so his orgasm seemed to be coming from a long way off. He felt it grow and slowly engulf him. When it hit, he cried out as if a knife had been sunk in his back.
To be filling a real, live cunt with the white fluid that he usually spilled on his belly was the greatest thing that he could imagine. When he stopped shooting, he kept pumping because he just hated to stop fucking. Sadie was still gasping and her old hips were jerking under him. Ron decided that she was in the middle of something, so he kept fucking for her sake.
"T-that's it, sweetie!" she panted. "Keep going. O-o-o-o-h!"
The sounds reminded him of the noises he'd heard his mother making when he watched her jerk off in the bathtub, and it spurred him on. He began stabbing her cunt with all his energy. Sadie's wailing grew louder until she was howling like a banshee.
Finally, Sadie grabbed him in a scissors hold with her legs and he stopped pumping. Her breath was a hoarse rasp now, and Ron guessed that she had come.
"Oh, Baby," she sighed. "I haven't come like that in quite a while."
Ron felt great. Not only did he lose his hated status of virgin, but he had satisfied Sadie. They lay there for a while and basked in the pleasure they'd experienced. When Ron finally rolled off the old girl, he noticed that she had fallen asleep.
He got dressed and went to find Bruce. His friend and Bertha were asleep too. They were lying in a heap on the couch. Ron shook his friend's shoulder. Bruce got up with a proud smile on his face.
"Do you think we should leave some money?" Ron asked.
"Well, they didn't say anything about money before we fucked them, and now their asleep. But they are professionals. Maybe we should leave something."
"How much do we have?" Ron asked.
The boys put their money together and found that they had about twelve dollars. They left ten.