Chapter 1
Julie Baldwin pressed her face to the bus window as it rolled into the depot in downtown Los Angeles. It seemed strange that only three days ago she had left her home town in Iowa and the narrow confines of her family life.
Now she was free. Free to live her seventeen-year-old life, and search for the truth and understanding that she knew she would find in the world famed cultural center of Los Angeles and its environs.
But the pressing problem was where to start and, particularly, where to stay. At least for tonight and until she had a chance to look around the town.
Frowning, Julie made her way across the busy bus depot to the snack bar, paid fifteen cents for a cup of coffee and sat to think things out.
Julie's long, blonde hair brushed against her pert, young breasts as she leaned across the table to an inoffensive, balding man, who was meditatively munching a sandwich opposite to her.
"Excuse me, sir. Could I have the sugar?"
The man slid the container across the formica-topped table, his eyes appraising the firmness of her young body as he spoke.
"Sure."
His hand touched hers fleetingly as he continued. "You're new in town, aren't you?" "Yes."
Julie kept her eyes down as she stirred her coffee.
"Got to look around and find me a cheap pad," she said; he looked like a nice guy, and maybe could help.
Pulling his eyes up from their contemplation of her breasts, he answered almost paternally.
"Well, if you don't mind sharing a bachelor's pad, I could fix you up until you find your way about town."
His voice sounded casual and reassuring as he spoke to her, telling of his job traveling around California and calling on the retail dress shops with samples from the manufacturers he worked for.
"Maybe I could fix you up with some of the stuff I'm carrying," he suggested over their second cup of coffee. "You look as if a couple of dresses wouldn't hurt your wardrobe any."
Taking mental stock of the few clothes that were in her battered suitcase under the table, Julie nodded her head in agreement. If she was going to make a good impression here in the big city, she would certainly have to wear clothes that didn't brand her as being straight from the boondocks. The ones she had on now branded her as if she were carrying a banner with "Hicksville" written across her boobs.
A little frown of doubt played across her face.
"Yes, I'd like that." Her voice trailed away uncertainly. "But how am I going to pay for them, I don't have much money to throw around."
"Who said anything about money, kid? We'll figure some way to work it out. Nobody ever said that Lennie Alman let a couple of bucks come between him and a friend."
Julie saw the little crinkles of laughter around his eyes as he reached over to pat her hand reassuringly. He seemed such an alright guy, not chicken shit and up-tight about money, like the men were back home. Whatever he said, whatever advice he offered, was going to be alright by Julie.
Sensing her trust, Lennie continued.
"There are some things you don't know about L.A., sister. Let's get some of them on record. First, this town is a jungle. And, like any jungle, the natives don't use cash as currency. They trade and barter. Wheel and deal. Everything has a price. You want something? Okay, let's trade. You, young lady, are sitting on a gold mine. You're young, good-looking and healthy. There are a hell of a lot of guys around willing to pay for a bit of the action. You've put out before and what's it got you? A seat at the theater and maybe a hotdog for chasers. Don't give it away, kid. Sell it. You need what they've got. They need what you've got. Start dealing. And there's no time like the present. Let's go, should we?"
Julie thought it over as Lennie went off to pay the check. A lot of it made sense. She was good-looking and knew it. Her body had rounded out to perfection in the last few years.
Lennie's coolly open appraisal made her realize that even if she didn't have much in the way of cash in her purse, she did have a few assets that meant she wouldn't have to go hungry in this town.
She'd do as he suggested. A moist, tingling urge flowed through her pussy as she understood the decision that she had made. Apart from the help she knew she would get from any of the men she let screw her, her heart pounded at the realization of the pleasure of having a hot, pulsing, throbbing prick plunged into the depth of her untouched vagina. At last, she'd be a woman. Being treated like a woman and getting some of the pleasure and gratification of womanhood.
As Lennie returned from the check counter, she clipped her free hand through his arm and smiled up at him as he led her through the swinging door and out to his car on the parking lot behind the bus station.
Settling back into the seat beside him, she let her attention wander between the novelty of the gaudy, bustling streets of downtown L. A. and the insistent, hot stimulation of his hand as it slid caressingly over the flesh of her thigh.
Taking one of her hands, he placed it over the bulging crotch of his pants, letting her feel the hard, rod-like promise of what lay ahead. The blood pounded in her head and she could feel the wet warmth of her eager love pit soaking into her dress as Lennie brought the car to a halt in the courtyard of the Eden Motel.
Twenty minutes later, she felt the hardness of his huge cock as he eased it into her open, wondering mouth.
"If you bite again, I'll knock the goddamn teeth right down your throat." The words spat over Julie's naked body like the hiss of an angry snake.
With difficulty, she mouthed a reply around the bulging, purple-headed penis that was probing and thrusting rhythmically into her stretching mouth.
"I can't help it. It's so big," she said, having, with a quick jerk of her head, freed her mouth of its impossible burden. She savored the sharp, taste on her tongue and spoke again.
"Could we do it the normal way?" she asked hopefully. "Put it in my cunt. I'm all wet and ready for you."
Lennie looked at her disbelievingly, and his voice was a mixture of exasperation and scorn as he answered.
"Baby, this is Hollywood, and this is the normal way."
As his cock slid into the moist, waiting recess of her young mouth, she heard him muttering to himself.
"She must be some kind of a pervert, wanting that old-fashioned crap. This town certainly draws nuts."
Lennie's throbbing, eight-inch tool worked in her open mouth. The slimy, lubricating emission oozed from the blood-suffused, pulsating, purple head and mixed with her own hot saliva, making its passage easy. But try as she may, with her mouth wide open and the little sockets of her jaws aching with the strain of it, she could still feel the hard, sharp grate of her back teeth as his prick slid off the flickering caress of her tongue and onto the sharp rocks of her white teeth.
"Watch it, or I'll belt you." The warning came at her again over the pounding of the bed in the darkened motel room.
Frantically, to avoid the punishment that she knew would descend upon her, Julie reached up and took the swinging balls encased in their soft, wrinkled pouch as it beat against her chin at each shuddering upthrust. Softly, lovingly, she twiddled the spongy, egg-shaped balls until she heard his sharp intake of breath and gasps of delight.
"That's it, lover. Now make with the tongue underneath."
Eagerly, Julie obeyed. Anything to end this punishment quickly.
"A bit further to the top. Down and to the left a bit. AHHHHHHHHHH." Lennie's involuntary cry of ecstasy was forced from his panting mouth. "That's it. Right on the vinegar string. Now suck, kiddo, like you've never sucked before."
In his mounting excitement, Lennie thrust his bulging tool deeper and deeper into the warmly yielding recess of her mouth. Deeper and deeper until she was retching and gagging on the hard intrusion against the soft, sensitive lining at the back of her throat. In self-defense, she brought her free hand from where it was supporting the pounding of her head against the padded headboard and grasped the lower end of Lennie's staff.
The gathered skin of his scrotum was wet with the saliva from her overworked mouth. Making a circle with her thumb and fingers, she could barely grasp the circumference of the distended cock that seemed to be penetrating through every fiber of her being, through her throat, into her mind, until the whole world seemed to be composed of one huge, pulsating, purple-headed prick that was beating, thrusting, violating every principle that she had ever been taught to believe when she was a child.
But she was getting to like it.
Getting to like the feeling of helplessness that she had before this huge, thrusting, God-like dong. If she held tightly to bottom end of his frantically working prick, she could control the amount that slid past her full, red lips, keeping it in her wet, drooling mouth where she could enjoy it. Stop the insistent thrusting of this universal prick against the sensitive membranes of her throat. Whenever she retched, her mouth closed during the involuntary convulsion, driving her teeth against the frantic flesh of this awe-inspiring, utterly satisfying and gloriously hard prick.
Squeezing hard, her fingers nearly met around Lennie's distended dong. With the tightly held skin in her hand, she could feel the texture of the underlying muscle as it rippled under her fingers. Prodding, prodding, passionately into her now eager, working mouth. One distant part of her mind worked independently from the clamorous mounting sexual excitement within her.
If my hand is three inches across and I hold on to his dong, that means I'm only getting the top five inches of it into my mouth. She gave up trying to work the depth of her mouth out by her hat size. Arithmetic was never her strong point, even at school.
Lennie Alman's voice was harsh as it cut into her reverie.
"Are you going to sleep down there? You're here to suck, baby, not sleep. Make with the tongue, like I told you."
Joyfully, Julie obeyed. By now the passion of Lennie's eager thrustings, and the knowledge that she had this virile, pounding animal of a man completely at her command was doing wonderful things for her ego.
And her moist, twitching twat as well.
A surging repetitive roar filled her head, like the boom of surf on a distant, seething beach. And, like Venus, she mounted higher and higher on each successive wave of growing sexual fervor.
With renewed zeal, she flicked her tongue around his dong, as it filled her mouth and mind with its fish-tasting, primeval man flavor.
Her legs crossed compulsively, the fleshy thighs forcing the lips of her juicy vagina against the distended bulb of her clitoris. She squirmed in a frustrating desire to get her rocks off and to fill her cunt with the same, nerve-tingling satisfaction that she was experiencing in her cock-filled mouth.
"Jee-zus, I'm coming," Len's voice screeched at her, as he grasped the sweat-wet, blonde hair on her pounding head, pressing her tight into the pouch of his stomach. The thick, black pubic hair above his chopper tickled her nose as he pressed her closer to him.
A low, tortured moan burst from his grimacing mouth.
"Here it is, Julie baby. I'm going to shoot my load down that smooth, warm throat of yours. Suck, keep sucking. Don't stop."
His rigid body twitched convulsively, as the hot, thick emission burst from the palpitating, swollen end of his massive tool.
Julie's hand rhythmically massaged the few inches of pumping cock that extended from the bow of her mouth. The central tube of his cock convulsed as she felt the passage of the teeming millions of sperm heading in a wild charge towards her waiting mouth.
She closed her eyes, breathing heavily through her nostrils. Her mouth stretched to contain the pulsating cock as it seemed to bulge to an even bigger dimension in the final agony and ecstasy of Len's spermatic release.
And then it came pouring, flooding, exploding into her receptive mouth. The prod of his gigantic tool pushed her curled tongue aside, allowing the frothy white semen to run down her arched throat.
Instinctively, Julie backed off from this prolific outburst.
The shuddering, blue-veined enormity of his rampant, discharging probe spat its final excruciating emission into the hot cavity of her now half-filled mouth. And still it poured from him, filling her mouth, distending her cheeks, until a white froth of bubbly semen escaped from the tight seal of her lips as they clamped around his pumping, spurting prick.
Julie felt the gradual cooling of the fluid as it ran down her chin and dripped slowly, cold and alien onto the smooth thrust of her young breasts.
Lennie painfully removed the now flaccid, overworked member from her spilling mouth.
Her eyes looked at him in mute appeal as she reached over to the bedside table for a tissue to empty the sharp, fish-tasting semen from her drooling, bruised mouth.
"What the hell are you aiming to do?" Len asked inquisitively.
"Spit this crap out," Julie mumbled, her tongue uncontrollable among the seething sperm-filled discharge in her mouth.
Len sat bolt upright on the bed. His voice was filled with indignation.
"Are you trying to insult me or something? Swallow it or I'll clobber you. Think you're too good for a gut full of my juices, do you?"
Beneath the threat of his uplifted hand, Julie gulped dutifully, relishing the contrast in sensation between the bitter-sweet acrid fluid in her mouth, and the lasting, sticky embrace of the come as it slid slowly and finally down her throat, past the gullet, to end in an ultimate and complete communion in her receptive stomach.
Her eyes were bright with desire as she looked up at Lennie towering above her. As she breathed, the man-smell of his semen, stale and pungent, assailed her nostrils. Flushing her mouth with saliva and swallowing again, she spoke. Her voice was husky with unfulfilled desire in the darkness of the motel room, as she suppressed her needs.
"Fuck me, Len. Fuck me quickly. I want to feel you deep inside me, your balls pounding against me. Screw me, Len, before I burst."
Len was aghast.
"Fuck you? Put my prick into that lovely pink hole of yours? I'm no pervert, baby. I'm going to eat it."
Eagerly, Len reversed his position on the bed. The brown eye of his ass winked at her for a moment in the reflected light of the flickering neon sign outside the curtained window.
With practiced hands, Len gripped her ankles and slowly spread her legs apart. His eyes, level with the bed, surveyed her hungrily.
Slowly, his gaze traveled upwards. The position of his eyes made her long, slim legs seem distorted as they stretched upwards in an inverted vee, joining the round smoothness of her young stomach in a little fuzz of pubic hair.
Away in the distance over the seemingly infinite mound of her white stomach, the firm teenaged breasts thrust pointedly upwards, creamy white and trembling slightly as she drew in her gasping breath. Poised at the utmost tip, the tiny, firm fruits of her raised nipples looked like two mouthwatering cherries placed at the top of an upturned ice cream sundae.
Julie's slender throat strained upwards in a tense sexual rigidity. Her chin moved slightly as she moaned.
"Len, for Christ sake, eat me, screw me, do something. I'm on fire!"
Eager to please, Len slid his hands up the inside of her legs and thighs. As he reached the juncture of her legs, he gently placed his short, stubby thumbs in the moist slit of her twat.
Carefully and tenderly, he opened the love lips and exposed the tender red meat of her moist and eager cunt to his avid gaze.
The flashing neon sign outside the window gave a wild effect to the spectacle before him. Julie's untouched virgin pussy was wet and glistening with the moistness of the clear juices that oozed from it in such satisfying profusion. The pink tenderness of the little lips folded like shy petals over the tight, untouched hole of her vagina.
Parting them with his probing fingers, he caressed the small swollen bean of her red throbbing clitoris.
Eagerly he leaned forward on the bed, thrusting his face nearer and nearer to the inviting feast that palpitated before him.
Julie's low moans of anticipation changed abruptly to annoyance as Len's rough whiskers chafed against the smoothness of her soft thigh.
"Easy, baby. Easy," Len's voice droned soothingly from out of the darkness.
And then, with mounting fervor, she felt the warmth of his straining breath ruffling the soft, golden pubic hair, then the quick, shuddering intake of his breath before he pressed his flushed, eager face against her thrusting, yearning cunt.
Still holding the lips apart, his tongue traveled up the full length of her clammy split, from the slightly sweaty, turd taste of her tightly puckered little brown asshole, scooping deeply as it passed over the trembling vaginal opening. Up slowly, savoring the flowing juices, his tongue sought and found the pulsing pod of her clit. Sucking gently, he drew it into his mouth and between his teeth, flicking at it with his tongue as he bit down gently.
A deep gasp of surprise welled up from inside her trembling body.
"Lennie," she shuddered, "I never knew that anything could be as wonderful as this. Lick me, eat me. Faster, faster. Don't ever stop."
Gratified at her appreciation, Len worked furiously with her legs tight around his ears, cutting off all sound and communication with the outside world. Alone in a cunt-filled world that he was trying to eat his way out of, Len abandoned himself whole-heartedly to the delights before him.
With his nose buried in the hot pink closeness of her tight pussy, snorting slightly as he breathed, he forced his tongue into her saliva-lubricated asshole.
Julie arched her back against the springs of the mattress as she thrust herself at him. Reaching down, she grasped her ankles and drew her legs all the way up to her chest, forcing more of the ripe red meat of her cunt into Len's eager, questing mouth.
Through her half-open eyes, she could just distinguish the glistening sweat on Len's forehead as it rose out of the bush of her pubic hair.
Lennie's flickering tongue worked faster and faster, matching the rhythm of Julie's approaching climax. Exploring every flower-soft fold of delicious pink flesh, he went deep into her vagina, past the spasmodically contracting sphincter at the entrance to her convulsing sex pit. Lapping the sweet juices from her lovewell. Then, with practiced birdlike swoop, to flutter the full length of her slick cunt. Sucking up the juices like an express train, sloshing them around in his mouth and mixing them with his saliva and pumping them back into her opening through pursed lips. Then finally, in a paroxysm of endeavor, to concentrate on her distended clit as the girl rolled helpless on the bed in the throes of her sweet agony.
"Oh Len," her voice was labored in the intensity of her feeling. "It's happening. I can feel it coming. My feet are all funny and my toes are curling up. It moves up my legs. My cunt's on fire. I'm flooding, bursting ... Oh Len, I've come."
Len relaxed between the press of her legs and I slowly licked the juice from her drenched crack. Julie's breath became steadier and her toes began to straighten.
Lennie furtively wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he slid up the bed beside her.
"Well, baby. How'd you like them apples?"
Julie's face was radiant as she replied.
"Darling, if that's normal for Hollywood, I'm glad I came."
"You're going to 'come' a lot in this town, kiddo," Lennie replied laconically.