Chapter 1
The Professional Virgin
"There ain't nothin' in this world that don't involve whorin' of one kind or another. You take them big rich guys, the manufacturers, or even them politicians . . . they're whorin' just like the rest of us. If you got somethin' to sell, you are a whore. It's just that simple. Even if Madame Olga hadn't told me that, I'd've figured it out for myself anyways. You learn a lot growin' up on The Block, even if you ain't done it yourself, you sure'n hell know about it . . . know it's there and that other folks is doin' it. Even a thief is a whore; he's gotta peddle his stuff to some fence. It don't matter who it is, everybody's got some-thin' to sell, or push, even if it's just himself in a job. . . . So the difference between me and them is that I don't lie about it, I don't pretend I'm better than I am.
"And if there weren't no buyers, there wouldn't be no sellers. What you guys call supply and demand. You gotta suck ass to get anywhere, even just to survive. And every time you gotta suck ass, there's some jiveass creep what's gotta drop his pants first. You get what I mean? It takes two. A whore'd starve to death if'n there weren't no customers. It always takes two. A whore ain't no better and no worse than her customer expects her to be, and that makes the customer a whore too.
"Listen, I grew up here on The Block. I've seen guys fuckin' their girls in alleyways, standin' up, with her goin' bald losin' her hair to the rough bricks. I seen winos curled up next to garbage cans, nothin' between them and the deadly cold 'cept a wadded newspaper and a pair of beat-up shoes they'd got out of some garbage can . . . and I seen other bums come right up to them and steal the shoes off their feet like they was already dead. I seen a lot of things, and I'm only fifteen. But I'd seen them even before that. I knew about fuckin' ever since I can remember. Even if anybody cared about shuttin' a door before they fucked with the kids around, tenement walls ain't thick enough to keep out them noises. But most people don't even bother with trying to hide it from the kids. My folks did, but they was considered pretty snooty by most folks in the neighborhood. They was both alkies, and neither of 'em had worked for very long without gettin' the ax, but they'd put on airs when it come to sex and fuckin'. Real proper. What a laugh! No sir, you don't have to grow up on no farm to know what Saturday night ruttin' is!
"I suppose what happened to me ain't unusual none. I'll bet it happens to a lot of girls on The Block. Most of 'em just never admit it, I guess. But I don't mind talkin' about it none. In fact, if'n you gotta know, I'm kinda proud of myself. I was no more'n thirteen or so the first time I got screwed. I already had little titties, and my baby fuzz on my cunt was getting wiry and black little by little; but I wasn't no where as growed up as I am now. And I'd just gone into junior high-right down this street here-and feelin' mighty growed up what with boys beginnin' to notice me an' all. My mom used to run a tab at the deli with Mr. L., who'd always been real nice to me. He always had some kind of treat for me whenever mom'd send me over to get somethin' and 'charge it,' like she always called not havin' any bread . . . I mean the kind of bread you can spend, not the kind you eat. One day, mom'd told me to stop at Mr. L.'s deli on the way home from school and get some stuff-milk and junk like that. It wasn't nothin' unusual.
"So I dragged my ass into his store and right away I could tell he looked sort of funny. I dun-no why, exactly, nothing in particular-just funny.
" 'Hi, Gloria,' he said to me, same as usual. 'How's school?'
" ' 'S'all right,' I said. 'Where's Mrs. L. today?' He had the latest movie magazines tied up next to the cash register and I was trying like hell to get a look at a couple of 'em without him noticing.
" 'She's, uh, she's gone to stay with her mother for a few days. Probably be back home by Friday.'
" 'Oh, yeah. Well, my mom's got a few things she needs real bad, Mr. L.'
"Mr. L., he just shook his head sadly and looked at me real hard. 'Your mom, Gloria . . . has she got any money this time? That bill of hers is getting pretty big.'
"Now he knew damn well nobody had any money. What was I supposed to do? But I could see he was lookin' at me strange-like, sort of taking me all in, like he was trying to see right through my dress.
" 'Tell you what, Gloria,' Mr. L. said, walkin' around to the shop door and pullin' down the blind like he was closin' up. 'If you're nice to me . . . really nice . . . maybe we can just forget about how much today's bill will be.'
"When you grow up on The Block, you got like a seventh sense. You get what I mean? It's like you've been all through everything before and nothin's ever new or really unexpected. You've been there, seen it, and done it. If'n somebody'd asked me point blank if I knowed what Mr. L. was drivin' at, I don't suppose I could've said so in just so many words-but I knew, I knew what he meant by 'really nice.' But like I said, Mr. L. had always treated me right and I didn't mind the idea of bein' 'really nice' to him . . . besides, I'd heard my dad fuckin' my mom so many times that I was damn curious to find out what all the shoutin' was about. So I just smiled at Mr. L., a great big smile that he couldn't make no mistake about.
"He put the 'Will Return' sign in the window, locked the door, and grinning kind of nervously, he took my arm and led me to the back of the shop. I'd never been back there before, but I was especially surprised to see he had a bed back there. I couldn't help wonderin' how many kids had paid their folks' bill with their cherries, but I didn't really care none.
" 'You a virgin, Gloria?' Mr. L. asked me, and he was already breathin' pretty hard. 'I don't want to hurt you, you know that.'
" 'Yeah. I'm still a virgin. Is that awful?'
" 'No, child. Quite the contrary. It means you've got a nice tight snatch.'
"He'd already taken off his shirt and was unbuckling his pants, watchin' me with starin' eyes as I pulled my dress up over my head. It was funny, y'know, when I think back on it. I wasn't specially embarrassed to be undressin' in front of
Mr. L., but I couldn't help being a little scared about lettin' him take my cherry. I was curious, and for a virgin, even hot, but I couldn't help feelin' awkward and silly. But before I knew it, we was both naked and I'd just stretched out on the bed wonderin' what I was supposed to do next, when Mr. L. climbed onto the bed with me -naked like naked could be. His dong was already huge and hard, and it scared me, and I guess I showed it.
"'You want to touch it first, Gloria? Want to play with it for a while, see what it feels like so you won't be scared of it?'
"Well, that seemed real nice of Mr. L., and I was grateful for the chance to see what I was lettin' myself in for. So he stretched out on the bed, and I began to play with his pecker while he fondled my titties. I don't know what I expected, but I was surprised at how nice it felt to have him touching my titties. My nipples were getting real hard and firm, and they were sort of tingling in a nice kind of way. I could feel Mr. L.'s whang getting harder and bigger as I played with it, and I was so fascinated with his cock that I didn't pay much attention to the fact that Mr. L. was sticking his hand up between my legs, and sort of tickling all that flesh in my cunt. But even so, while I played with Mr. L.'s dong, I was getting real excited, feelin' a growin' heat spreadin' through my groin. His pecker was getting so rock-like and burning in my hand that I was sure he had to be on fire inside. And sure enough, Mr. L. started grinding his ass on the bed, moaning to himself, and really pawing at me with sweatin' hands.
" 'Look, Gloria, I've got to open up the store again soon . . . if you keep this up much longer, I'm going to come without even getting inside of you!'
"He wasn't mean about it or nothin', just in a hurry. So I sort of nodded at him, like I could appreciate what his problem was, and he brought his body up on top of mine. While he was get-tin' his balance, his cock felt like a broiled salami against my belly and that was making me real excited. Well, Mr. L. spread my legs so that one of 'em just dangled over the side of the bed, and after some fumbling around, he managed to get his steel rod down so it was jabbing at my virgin cunt. I really felt growed up then, like in a couple of seconds I'd really know what it was all about . . . and I was hot to get Mr. L.'s cock inside of me. And as his prick poked against my twat, I could feel it sliding and I can still remember being surprised that my cunt was sopping with slick juices just waiting to get fucked. My snatch had more sense than I did, that's for sure! It knew what it wanted, even if I didn't. And I remember gettin' real impatient, then, wanting to get fucked and fucked good. Shit! I had me a growed-up box, and a hole that was horny, and Mr. L. had a hard on--what could be more natural?
"Maybe it was a surprise for Mr. L., but I couldn't seem to help myself when I took his prick firmly in my hand, and guided it straight down to my hungry hole and began to insert it for him. I'd seen enough of fuckin' to know that's what had to be done, and if I didn't know just exactly where ray hole was . . . I knew damn well I'd find it, and if I didn't, he would! I wasn't no judge of cocksmanship then, but lookin' back on it, Mr. L. had himself a real nice dong, thick and just as hard as a week-old bagel. I got the head of it in almost without pain 'til it hit what felt like a muscle . . . but I couldn't quite get it past there.
" 'Push it in, Gloria,' Mr. L. whispered in a hoarse kind of voice. 'You've got to push it in past your sphincter! Oh God! What a tight hole you've got. What a wonderful tight hole!'
"And while he was saying nice nothin's to me, I gave a great big shove with my hips, sinking his shaft into my canal for what felt like a yard! Oh wow! Did it ever hurt! But it was Mr. L. who let out a yowl like it was killin' him!
" 'Nothin' like a virgin hole,' he was Baying, 'tight as a gnat's ass, like shoving it into a hot steel tube . . . got the greatest cunt on the block, Gloria, the greatest cunt on the block!'
"Well, his cock was killing me but he was praisin' me so that I didn't want to let on. It hurt like hell to have that great big salami up inside my canal, but I didn't want to hurt his feel-in's so I didn't say nothin'. Besides, I knew it couldn't hurt for very long-if it hurt like that all the time, no girl would ever want to get laid! So I knew it had to feel better soon.
"Little by little, Mr. L. started to fuck me. Real slow at first, sweating somethin' awful, grunting with each little movement he made. He was really hurting me, and I guess I just couldn't help cry-in' a little. But when Mr. L. saw me cryin', well, he slowed up.
" 'Look, Gloria, you've got to relax down inside of there. That's all. If you'll relax, it'll feel better for you, and it'll make it easier for me.'
" 'I'll try, Mr. L., honest I will.'
" 'Such a nice girl, Gloria, such a pretty girl. I'm going to fuck you real pretty, real good . . . you'll be so happy you'll beg me to fuck you again and again . . . let me stick my hot prick up your snatch, Gloria, shove my hard whang up your tight hole . . . yes, Gloria, yes . . . that's better . . . now you're relaxing . . . oh God! what a great cunt you've got!'
"Slowly, then, Mr. L. was shoving his hot dong up into me gradual like, so I could feel the way his cock was filling up my hot canal, pushing past the muscle up there. And little by little, the pain of his prick inside of me gave way to pleasure. It began to really feel great. Relaxin' was what did it, I know, but in a few moments, all the pain went away and I was really groovin' with him fuckin' me. I was gettin' so hot I was sweatin' almost as much as Mr. L. And I figured out that you gotta ride a man, like a horse, gotta push your hips up each time he shoves into you, and that way it don't hurt none. Soon I had closed my eyes and was just goin' with him, feeling his huge prick sliding in and out of me, in and out, feel the head of his cock, that big knob, edging its way inside of me, making a wild scratchin' on the walls and muscles of my cunt, feel how great it was while it slid against each tiny ridge and wrinkle of my wet hole until the tip of his whang would knock against the back of my hole, and his big balls would slap against the cheeks of my ass.
"Maybe I was a born natural fucker, I don't know. But it was like somebody'd opened up a floodgate inside of me, like I'd been waitin' all my days to get fucked-and I was very appreciative to Mr. L. for drivin' me out of my head with his whang up inside of me, fuckin' the hell out of me! I began to push my hips at him harder, and soon I was shouting at him to fuck me, fuck me harder and harder, twisting and turning my body to get that great big hard cock of his all the way up inside of me. I was so turned on I didn't even care who might hear us! And the few moments of pain was all forgotten with how great it was to get screwed so nice. I remember screaming at him to fuck me over and over, and finally I threw my legs up into the air so he could shove it into me real good.
"Doing that seemed to blow Mr. L.'s mind, 'cause he began to slam into me, really giving it to me full force. I could hardly stand how great it was! Honest! I was gettin' royally fucked, and my cunt was so hot and ready that I could feel my juices runnin' down the cheeks of my ass and creamin' even more as his balls made a slapping sound against my butt. It was really terrific and I wondered how the hell I'd ever lived so long without fuckin'!
"Like I said, there are some things you just know without havin' to be told. When Mr. L. started groanin', I knew he was mighty close to comin'-and that turned me on even more, brought me right on up there with him. It was the weirdest feelin' in my entire life, but I knew that what I was goin' through, what my twat was burning with, was called 'coming' and I wasn't going to be left out!
"Mr. L. kept talking to me, and sometimes I could just make out him saying things like, 'Fucking you, Gloria, fucking the hell out of your tight cunt, banging your virgin hole, baby, shoving my hot meat up into your twat and going to shoot my come all the way out your throat!' Stuff like that. Wild things. But when I felt those first spurts of his come shooting against me, it was like someone scratchin' an itch you can't reach yourself . . . I don't know exactly why or how, but feeling his hot come splashing up inside of me made me start to come too, and I thought I was going to blow the top of my head off-my twat was screamin' around his cock, snatchin' at it, like I was trying to drag his whang up into my belly . . . like if I tried hard enough, I could snap his cock off right at the bottom and keep it up inside me forever and forever, and spend the rest of my days twitchin' on it just 'cause it felt so mother-fuckin' good! Oh wow! I didn't know nothin' then about judgin' a man as a lover, but Mr. L. had given me my first real come and I figured that had to be the end of the world! My cunt was clamping around his cock so hard I thought for sure I was breakin' it right off, but Mr. L. just kept moaning over and over again, sweat pourin' off his back 'til I thought he was never gonna quit humpin' his meat into me.
"But finally he quit and just slumped on top of me with his pecker resting inside of me. I almost laughed, but I didn't. I mean, I couldn't help feelin' how his dong was shrinkin' up inside of me, gettin' littler and littler . . . and remember-in' how big and hard it had been just a few seconds before. Havin' had my first lay, still panting with how hot I'd been, it struck me real funny that a man's dingus just shriveled up like that. Shit! After his throbbin' hard on, what was left of his pecker could've passed for a cigar! But I didn't really mind. I'd gotten what I wanted-so did Mr. L.
"We didn't say nothin' as we got dressed again. I just wanted to get my mom's groceries and go home and take a bath-all his come was fallin' out of my hole and makin' me feel like I was peeing in my pants, 'cept it was thicker'n just pee. So when Mr. L. put the things on mom's list in the paper bag, I wasn't paying much attention to him 'cause I was trying to squeeze his come back up into my cunt, trying to sort of suction it back until I could go home and take a bath. So you can just imagine how surprised I was when Mr. L. handed me the bag of groceries . . . and a crisp new five-dollar bill!
" 'That's for you, Gloria,' he said, 'for being such a good fuck.'
"I was torn just for a second. 'But what'll I tell my folks ? They'll wanna know how I got hold of so much money!'
" 'Then I suggest that you don't tell them about it, Gloria. It'll just be our secret. I won't tell anybody, not anybody, about what we did together this afternoon . . . and you don't tell anyone either. Just our secret. Okay, Gloria?'
"Shit! Okay! It was more than okay with me! I'd never had five dollars in my entire life . . . and here Mr. L. was giving it to me just for letting him fuck my pussy! I mean, like, if I'd hated him fuckin' me, even so, it wouldn't have been worth no five dollars as far as I could tell. But that was then . . . now I know better. At thirteen you're no Rockefeller!"
If the case of Gloria H. proves anything it is that there is still a price on virginity. Perhaps, if one accepts the fact that virgins in the modern day and age are harder to come by than they were ten, twenty, or thirty years ago, one could even say that that price is at a premium-particularly among older men, such as Mr. L. This is a "sexual economic situation" that can be simply explained by the fact that whereas in the past girls held off from surrendering their virginity until they were considerably older-primarily because of the puritanical and Victorian ethics that were still quite strongly in force-and in a great many instances had their first sexual relations with a husband, or lover, who was as much as ten to fifteen years older than the girls were, today the average girl engages in coital activities at a much younger age and does so generally with one of her peers.
Another important factor in Gloria's case is the irrefutable indication that the maturity, or rather the immaturity (and it is mental development that is meant here), of the girl at the time of her first sexual intercourse, and the type of person with whom she engages in such intercourse, are strongly decisive elements that determine the direction in which the girl's life's interests will turn. It is doubtful that anyone-except, of course, a pedophiliac, such as Mr. L. obviously was-can either justify Mr. L.'s seduction of young Gloria or consider her experience with the old storekeeper as a beneficial one.
The reason for the subject's easy seduction by the storekeeper is clear from her narrative; it is a combination of her family's economic situation and of her own growing sexual awareness and curiosity. Her subsequent realization that it was not so much her femininity as her virginity-or virginal appearance-that intrigued the older men, prompted her (primarily for pecuniary reasons, secondarily for sexual ones) to go into the service of "Madame Olga's" bordello; this after a brief period of what the subject refers to as "hustling in the street." The subject's status as "a professional virgin" in a house of prostitution is not an uncommon one. Men who frequent such establishments are known to be paying not so much for what they are getting as for what they believe, or want to believe, they are getting.
Society has shown frequent and great concern over establishments such as the one the subject of this case has finally, as the balance of her narrative reveals, found herself in. Arguments both for and against prostitution have been constant in all of the societies throughout history and the world. It is a subject that cannot be properly discussed in the limited amount of space allotted to this commentary. An excellent recent study on the subject is Charles Winick and Paul M. Kinsie's The Lively Commerce: Prostitution in the United States.
What might be considered as a much greater concern is the presence of such individuals as Mr. L. of this case, the psychopathology of such individuals, and the methods that can be brought into use to safeguard society from them. Mr. L. is not a product of the modern age; pedophiliacs -or child molesters, as they are sometimes referred to-have been with society for as long as there have been children and older men. Krafft-Ebing, in his classic work Psychopathia Sexualis, cited several instances of pedophiliacs. One such was Case 127:
. . . Mr. S., aged thirty-five, single, civil servant ; mother insane, brother hypochondriacal.
Patient was healthy, strong, of lively sexual temperament. He had manifested powerful sexual instinct abnormally early, and masturbated while yet a small boy. He had coitus the first time at the age of fourteen, with enjoyment and complete power. When fifteen years old, a man sought to seduce him, and performed masturbation on him. X. experienced a feeling of repulsion, and freed himself from the disgusting situation. At maturity he committed excesses in libido, with coitus; in 1880 he became neurasthenic, being afflicted with weakness of erection and premature ejaculation. He thus became less and less potent, and no longer experienced pleasure in the sexual act. At this period of sexual decadence, for a long time he had what was previously foreign to him-still incomprehensible to him-an inclination for sexual intercourse with immature girls of the ages of twelve or thirteen. His desire increased as virility diminished.
Although the narrative of Gloria H. appears at first reference to contradict, or at least to have no relationship with, the case described by Krafft-Ebing-Mr. L. appeared to be suffering from no case of impotence-it should be pointed out that the impotence of the type referred to above is generally limited in the victim to sexual relations with adult females. This is presumed to be due to a feeling of inadequacy on the part of the male to engage in coital relationships with mature women. It is primarily because of this that a pedophiliac, in an attempt to reassure himself of his virility, turns toward immature girls, who in his mind, will not recognize his sexual inadequacy and with whom, as a rule, such an inadequacy is not generally observed, at least at the outset of pedophilia.
"Well, after that afternoon, I got the brainy idea to make a little business for myself. If Mr. L. thought laying me was worth five dollars and a bagful of free groceries . . . shit! there must be other guys who'd pay me too. There was the baker down the street, the little cleaner's, the butcher, and who knew how many other shopkeepers were dirty old men! At five bucks a head, and already anticipating repeat business, I was pretty confident about my future. As you can tell, it never entered my head that not all growed up men would want themselves a thirteen-year-old. And in case you're wonderin', 'bout me being jailbait age and all that stuff, you gotta remember that people on The Block don't let things like that worry 'em much. When you're poor it just about goes without sayin' that you're always on the wrong side of the law-one way or another. Get what I mean? Folks like to say that there ain't no law 'gainst bein' poor . . . but you'd never know it when you live on The Block.
"But like I said, I figured I had me a nice rosy future all cut out now that I'd found out that a kid could turn a trick just as easy as a growed up whore. So I started to canvass the neighborhood . . . you know, really checkin' out who gave me the eye and who didn't. An' I don't mind admittin' that I was sort of discouraged; most the shopkeepers still treated me like a kid, never sneakin' glances at me the way Mr. L. had done. But finally I found me a John. He wasn't much, but he looked ripe and ready for some hot teenage pussy. He was a housepainter-most of his jobs were on the other side of town-and his wife had died about two or three months before. Everybody in the neighborhood knew him, called him by his first name, even us kids-Bill. I don't know how old he was; maybe forty-five or fifty. But I spotted him one afternoon, inside one of them bookie joints, countin' his winnin's, and then he headed straight for old Maude's apartment-she was the local flop-whore, do anythin' for the price of a drink. I caught up with him just as he had one foot on the stairs. 'Hey Bill!' I said, puffin' from runnin' after him. 'You gonna see old Maude?'
" 'Yeah. What about it?'
" 'Shit! Why bother with an old hag like her? You can have me for a five-spot.'
" 'No shit?'
" 'No shit! C'mon, let's go over to your place.'
" 'Naw . . . I won't last that long, i gotta get my rocks off right now! Let's take my truck down to the park.'
"He had his panel truck parked just across the street from the bookie joint, so I climbed in front with him and we silently drove a couple of blocks to the river's edge where there's a small park. To tell the truth, I was real anxious to get screwed again anyhow, with or without the five bucks! Anyhow, Bill parked his truck and put his sweaty hand on my knee.
" 'How come you're givin' yourself away like this?' he asked.
" 'I ain't,' I explained, 'I'm sellin' at five dollars.'
" 'Practically the same thing, Gloria.'
"But he didn't seem too curious about that, so I didn't say nothin' more while his hot hand crept up my leg. Finally Bill leaned over and kissed me. He pressed his thin lips to mine, smell-in' of beer and paint, and his hot rough tongue stabbed at my mouth while his grubby moist hands pawed at me, rubbin' my back and fumbling to reach my young titties. Bill was just about droolin' to get at me, and his hot breath on my neck tickled as he tried kissin' me over and over like we was there to fool around instead of gettin' down to business. Shit! I had other things to do besides lettin' Bill play around. So I undid the buttons of my blouse and let my young titties hang out for him to see. Bill's face turned white when he saw 'em, and his head bowed down right away to start kissin' 'em, feelin' 'em, and suckin' on my nipples. It felt real nice, even if it was only Bill, and I was gettin' real hot wantin' to get his cock up inside of me. So while Bill kissed my titties, I let my hand move down to his crotch, to feel his hard prick under his pants . . . and he was real hot down there. And that just made me hotter. I really wanted to get his rod up inside of me then, so I wiggled my body, my hips, until I managed to get old Bill so turned on he couldn't stand no more. He pushed me out of the truck and tugged me over to a bushy part of the park. Both of us got undressed real fast, and in no time Bill's warm, wiry body was covering mine and he was tongue-kissing me again.
"I got Bill's hard cock caught between my thighs and positioned it against my own burning snatch. Oh wow! He had a really terrific dong! It must've stretched the whole length of my cunt and stretched out beyond my ass! And I was really torn then. I sure liked gettin' my tits kissed, but I also wanted to get fucked. I brought Bill's face over to my other tit, pushing my hard nipple against his lips, and at the same time I began to flex my thigh muscles against his stiff prick. Bill's tongue washed my achin' nipple, teasin' it with little flickin' motions, and I couldn't help moanin' out how good it felt-it's great to get your titties loved on while you've got a hard cock caught between your legs! Bill was different than Mr. L.-he sort of tried to love a gal first, not just stick it right in here-I-come-ready-or-not! Bill's hand began to caress my body, running roughly all up and down my sides from my calf to my waist, up to cup my breast and suck on it, and to rub my back and my ass. He was a little rough, but he meant well.
" 'I wanna go inside you now, Gloria . . . please, can I go inside you now?'
"Well, shit! I'd told him I was willin' an' how much it was gonna cost him!
" 'I'm really hot now, Gloria, good and hot . . . I wanna go inside you now, shove my cock up your hole. . . . '
"So I spread my legs a little, just enough so that I could feel how my cunt juices was runnin' down to the crack of my ass, and enough so's Bill's cock could slip on my gunk and know how ready I was too. I was, too, really hot and ready.
I wanted Bill's big fat shaft up inside of my cunt! Finally, he found my hole and pressed his fat head against it, pushin' at the hole like it was gonna fight him back. Oh wow, was I glad as his pole started goin' inside of me. It felt so good spreadin' the lips of my pussy and fillin' me up so that my cunt walls were stretchin' to let him in. It was like I'd been waitin' to get laid for years and years!
"I got real impatient with Bill, though, with him goin' real easy like he was gonna bust some-thin' or somethin', so I lifted up my legs and stuck my feet right on his ass and I shoved real hard on his ass until his entire cock was sunk right up to the hilt, right on up there until I could feel the head of his prick bumpin' against that wall up there. He sure had him a real nice piece of meat! My whole snatch was strainin' to stretch enough to take all of his pulsin' cock and I could tell by the way Bill was groanin' that my pussy felt just as good to him as his prick felt to me. 'You just restin' in there,' I asked him finally, 'or are you gonna fuck me. My twat ain't no park bench!'
"And Bill slowly started to pull out a ways with his prick and I could feel how hard it was up inside of me. But then Bill really let me have it. Oh man! Strong, long, great strokes as he pushed his big cock into me, then pulled it out slowly leavin' me just achin' to get it right back up inside all the way.
" 'I'm gonna fuck you, Gloria, gonna really fuck you good!'
"Well, I sure hoped so! I ran my hands all over his lean body, teasin' him, and pullin' on the cheeks of his ass like I was trying to split a peach, and that got to Bill. He got like some kind of animal, get what I mean? Started shovin' his big whang up into me real rough, shoving and twistin' his whole body as he did it, rockin', corkscrew style, fillin' up my hole with his burning hard meat. And I was real glad! I arched myself up to meet his shoves, wrappin' my legs around his waist and clingin' to his shovin' cock like I had me a Pogo-stick up inside of me, feelin' his balls slappin' at my ass, with him gruntin' real loud in my ear, his sweat pourin' off onto me.
"I was really just sort of gettin' with it all, when I feel him start shootin' his come into me in great big gobs, splashin' up there. And that was that. I mean it! Bill got his rocks off, pulled his pecker out and wiped it off with a handful of leaves, and started to get dressed-and all the while I'm lying there, my legs spread and my cunt ready. He'd come, sure, but what about me? 'Hey, Bill,' I said, 'you ain't finished already, are you?'
" 'Sure. Why not?'
" 'Well, shit! I ain't come!'
" 'You kiddin' me or somethin' ? What do I care if you come or not? Besides, virgins never come the first time, ever'body knows that!'
'"Who says I'm a virgin?'
"'You ain't? Well, fuck your ass, Gloria! You got one helluva nerve askin' me for five dollars if'n I ain't gettin' your cherry! Shit! I could've had me ol' Maude for just one dollar! I thought I was gettin' your cherry!'
"Well, the long and short of it all was that Bill gave me two bucks, got in his truck and drove off, leavin' me there! I was so damned mad I could've spit nails! Mad, and horny! Bad enough to get shortchanged like that, but Jesus! I didn't get me my orgasm! It was sort of funny, what happened then. Stretched out under that bush, my cunt in the open like that . . . and here comes this old wino, shufflin' and talkin' to himself.
" 'Hey, mister!' I called and he come shufflin' over to where I was. 'Can you get it up?'
" 'Sometimes. You got any money ? '
" 'I got a dollar if you can fuck me 'til I come.'
" 'That's all you got?"
" 'That's it. Shit, mister, ain't every day you gonna get you some young snatch to fuck!'
"So he nodded, unzipped his dirty baggy pants, dropped 'em down around his ankles, and sat down next to me. 'You gotta suck me first or I'll never get it up.'
" 'What'd'ya mean ? '
"So he took his skinny cock and waved it at me, makin' kissin' noises with his mouth. Well, shit, if that was the only way he could get it up, what would you have done? So I leaned over and kissed his dingus a few times.
" 'Stick it in your mouth and kiss it with your tongue.'
"I did what he said, and wrapped my tongue around his dong. Sure as hell, I could feel it getting hard inside of my mouth, little by little, but it was gettin' hard all right! And soon as I figured he really had it ready, I let his cock fall from my mouth and pulled him on top of me, taking his cock with my hand and shovin' it up inside of my hungry hole. By then I was like some kind of wild woman! I got my rocks off, too, that day and the wino never did. He told me that drunks have got that problem, sometimes, and that it hurts 'em like hell to get a hard on 'cause they can't come. But that was his problem. I'd gotten what I wanted, even if it had cost me half my earnin's.
"But I thought about what had happened with Bill quite a bit over the next few days. It was real strange to me that a virgin was worth more money . . . didn't experience count for somethin' ? Didn't guys go to whores 'cause they knew what they were doin' and could really pleasure a man? I was real confused! I figured that my big sales advantage was that I was young and firm and experienced . . . I didn't know if my price was lower'n regular whores or not, but that didn't seem real important or nothin'. But when old Bill was so put out 'cause I wasn't a virgin, well, I had me some figurin' to do.
"But my figurin' was interrupted real soon. My folks got wind of what I was up to. I never did find out who told 'em, but they knew I was sellin' myself and all hell broke loose. Talk about the shit hittin' the fan! And the next thing I knowed, I was bein' thrown out of the apartment right on the street! Far as I could tell, my mom was really upset, real shook up about it; but my dad just seemed most mad that I wasn't sharin' the money I'd earned. I tried to tell him that I'd only earned six dollars, and that I'd gotten them free groceries . . . but he wasn't listenin' none-which was probably just as well since it could've gotten Mr. L. into a lot of trouble. Get what I mean?
"Which is how come I ended up here at Madame Olga's. Oh yeah, I hustled the street for a week or so, but I could tell that I wasn't gonna get nothin' much thataway. I mean, what landlord's gonna rent an apartment to a thirteen-year-old? And I couldn't just spend every night at the movies or nothin'. So I had me a real problem! It was one of the Johns what told me about Madame Olga, told me where she had her place and to just come on over and ask for a job-simple as all that. Marched right on over here, rang the bell, and asked for her. I told her my story, how I had no place to go, and how I was willing to work for my keep, and all that. She was mighty torn about it at first, said my age made the whole thing a real bitch to work out 'cause she could get in awful trouble with a minor in her place and all that stuff. But what with one thing and another, she finally agreed and told me to tell anyone what might ask me that I was her niece from back home.
"At first, I didn't do much but help out with cleanin' up the place. It was a great big boardin' house that Madame Olga had bought after she quit the striptease racket; said she'd been puttin' by for years and years, knowin' she couldn't bump and grind her whole life, and dreamin' of the day she'd own her own whorehouse! And little by little, Olga would let me watch how her girls entertained the Johns in the big living room-she calls it a salon. And Olga started givin' me my education on how to be a professional virgin. It was her what explained to me how some men dig virgins only, and how hard it is to find any, and even if'n she did the Johns wouldn't believe her no how. But we figured that what with me bein' so young and all, they'd believe it about me. Olga said it was going to be a big drawing card, me saying I was a virgin. She explained how we couldn't pull it off for too long, and only once with each customer, of course. Said she could make a lot of money with a 'real virgin' in the place, really sock it to the Johns what dug that kind of thing. And she started to teach me how to act real scared, how to cry and holler . . . the whole act. Said these guys really liked to think a kid is scared silly of 'em and their big dongsspecially if they've got little dongs. We spent an awful lot of time trying to figure out how we could fake my cherry-Olga calls it a hymenbut we never could. About the only thing we figured might fool the Johns was to put some catsup up inside of me before they got to fuck me, and then when they pulled out, they'd think I'd busted my cherry and bled on everything. Madame Olga's real smart!
"My first John was a big deal at the house; all the girls were so happy for me, and they all went along with the story that I was a virgin for sure! But that night, Olga had fixed up one of the rooms special, all in pink with frills and stuff, and we waited for Mr. B. to arrive. Olga said he was a big man downtown but he had a real thing for virgin girls, and that he was payin' through the nose to get my cherry! And when Mr. B. arrived, I was just as nervous as a virgin, that's for damned sure!
"Olga showed him up to the room where I was waitin' and they both came in. Olga stayed in the room with us, and that made me feel a little better.
" 'She's lovely, Olga,' Mr. B. said. 'You're absolutely certain the child is a virgin?'
" 'No doubt of it, took her to see my own doctor!'
" 'Then let us commence,' he said, taking off his winter coat and handing it to Olga. He came toward me, and I was already scared of him for real. He was such a big, towerin' man! I figured he'd have a cock on him that could kill me!
" 'Don't be frightened, child,' Mr. B. soothed. 'I don't want to hurt you, my dear.' He turned then, glancin' over at Olga. 'Has she been prepared yet?'
" 'No,' Olga said slowly, winkin' at me when he couldn't see. 'I didn't know if you wanted to, or what.'
" 'That's quite all right. Probably just as well, in fact. I'd enjoy watching you prepare her, there's nothing so lovely as a virgin's first preparation.' He pulled out a cigar and sat down on the sofa not too far from the bathroom door. 'Proceed,' he said.
"Olga came toward me and taking my hand, she led me into the bathroom. The tub was already filled with bubbles and sweet smelling oils. Olga helped me to undress, telling me how fast I was growin' up, how lovely my titties were, how soft my skin, and stuff like that . . . and all the while, Mr. B. sat and watched from the other room, smokin' his cigar, smilin' and noddin' from time to time. Then she helped me bathe, gently sponging me all over, even my pussy. It was making me awful hot, the hottest I'd ever been before. Olga touchin' me all over and with Mr. B. just watchin', waitin' for his turn to stick it in me. When Olga finished bathin' my cunt, she told me to get out of the tub and then she sprinkled cologne all over me, talkin' about my sweet virgin body, and massaging the cologne carefully around the insides of my thighs and around the swells of my breasts. By the time she had done with all that stuff, I was so hot I could hardly keep from squirming, wantin' to get fucked and come.
"Olga led me back into the bedroom, stark naked, and posed me in front of Mr. B. He seemed right pleased at what he saw-, and nodded to Olga. 'Go ahead, prime her. I am beside myself with anticipation!'
"So Olga took off her gown and she didn't have nothin' on under it-I'd seen her naked before, but somethin' about that night made her look special . . . really gorgeous. .And we stood in the middle of the room like that, both of us nude, and I couldn't help admiring her body. She was so soft, so white . . . with light brown cunt hairs, and big full tits with hard brown buttons at the tips. They were really very pretty the way they stood out from her body. She moved toward me a little, and I was gettin' real hot to touch her tits, to see what they felt like-and I knew that Mr. B. was sittin' on the edge of the sofa watchin' what we'd do. So I put out my hands and cupped both her tits, feeling how hot they were, and I began to rub 'em, using my thumbs to roll her nipples around. Before I even knew it, Olga had managed to get one of her big tits in my mouth and I started to suck on the nipple, trying to get all of her breast in my mouth. Olga seemed to like that, and brought her body closer to mine, somehow gettin' my thigh in between her legs. She felt real wet in the crotch, and her pussy hairs were ticklin' my leg. Then Olga started to rub herself up and down on my thigh, rubbing her slick cunt all over my leg, and I was gettin' so hot I thought I'd bust! When would Mr. B. decide it was time to fuck me! But I tried to look real innocent-which wasn't too hard 'cause I'd never fooled around with Olga before that moment.
" 'Gloria,' Mr. B.'s voice called, 'touch Olga's ass. Feel the inside of her buttocks and down to her cunt, feel how hot she is, and how wet! Don't be shy, Gloria, Olga loves to be touched by girls, don't you, Olga.'
"I guess when you're hot, you're hot. . . and it don't matter none who you're doing it with . . . just as long as you're doin' it! So I ran my hand down to her ass and into the crack. Her asshole was like ready and waitin' and my finger just sort of slid in. I could feel how her asshole was grabbin' at my finger like a baby cunt, but then I pulled out and came around to her cunt. My hand could've been in a bowl of pudding, she was so wet down there. I just kind of slipped and slid around her pussy, feeling how Olga was rotatin' her hips at my touch, until I found her cunt hole . . . and then, real sudden like, I found myself shovin' first two, then three fingers right on up her hole like I had a cock and was fuckin' her. She groaned then, and began to play with my own titties, running her hands all over my body, but each time Olga would get near my ass or my snatch, Mr. B. would tell her to stop. Finally, Olga began rubbing her burning dripping cunt against my thigh hard, really grinding as if she was trying to shove her pussy all the way through my leg. In no time, I knew she was comin' from the way she was humpin' on me, and groanin' and gaspin' for air-and I was about ready to explode from bein' so mother-fuckin' hot knowin' Olga had come.
"Just then, Mr. B. came up to me and led me to the bed. I hadn't noticed when he'd gotten undressed, but he sure had and his whang was stick-in' up in the air a mile high! 'Don't be frightened, Gloria, I don't want to hurt you,' he whispered, pushing me gently down.
"But I caught Olga's signal to show panic, so I faked it. I pretended to cry and I sobbed that I was scared of his big thing and all that stuff. Mr. B. couldn't have cared less, in fact, the more scared I acted, the more forceful Mr. B. got. And in no time, I could feel his big dong shoving at my hole and startin' to fill me up. And then he shoved it all the way in, real fast, real hard. It hurt for real, and I yelled out for real. So then he started to fuck me hard, shoving in and out of me with that great big whang of his, talkin' all the time about my tight virgin cunt and stuff like that.
"Olga watched us, playin' with herself, lickin' her lips and squirming all over the sofa every time Mr. B. rammed his huge dong into me. Olga's face got all screwed up and she screamed with the orgasm she'd just given herself . . . and that sent Mr. B. off too. He started to come and come and come-and I was so fuckin' mad I started to cry . . . real tears! Jesus! Olga made it, Mr. B. had made it-and once again, nothin' for me! But Mr. B. thought it was 'cause he'd hurt me, so he gave me a tip of twenty dollars! Twenty! Well, he left and then Olga made me take another bath, and then she sucked me off. That was my very first time getting sucked off, and it was the greatest! Olga's taught me a lot about making love, and she sure is terrific in the hay-got a tongue on her you wouldn't believe! Really great!
"Olga don't let nobody fuck me who ain't pay-in' for a virgin, says she don't want my hole to get too big. But we both know we can't pull this stunt much longer; I'm gettin' too old to fool anybody. Besides, I think Olga's gettin' a little jealous of anybody else fuckin' me . . . she's gettin' real possessive about me. I don't mind. I ain't got nowhere to go."
It is extremely doubtful that Gloria H., even were she to agree to extensive psychotherapy, could be "re-programmed" to lead a life that would even approach one of relative normalcy; there is little chance, particularly in view of the obviously lesbian involvement that is developing between the young girl and the madam of the house of prostitution, that the subject will consider either schooling, of which she had a minimum, or a heterosexual marriage.