Chapter 4
At the sight of her mother sucking Nils Rundy's cock, Lil had to put her hand to her mouth to supress a giggle. She wondered if she looked as funny when she was doing that. She watched as long as she dared, then slipped silently from the trailer and went up to her own room. She stayed up quite late, perfecting her plan of conquest. Her first move, she decided, would be to keep her word to Armond Fletcher. She would find a very young girl for his amusement. She did not think she would have to go very far afield to accomplish that purpose. The Harmons lived next door and they had a ten-year-old daughter, Dora. At the back of the Harmon lot was an old barn, no longer in use. Dora played there frequently and Lil had spied on her by putting her eye to one of the many cracks in the side of the barn. She knew that the pretty, little, black-haired Dora often repaired to the barn to masturbate. Furthermore, the child had a large, brown dog that she encouraged to lick her small slit-like vulva. Lil had even watched Dora's futile efforts to entice the animal to fuck her, but the dog had seemed either uninterested or lacking in the ability to understand what she expected of him. Yes, Dora would do just fine. Armond would enjoy her, unaware that he would be laying himself wide open for the blackmail that Lil intended.
She lost no time in speaking to Dora, inviting the little girl up to her room the following morning.
"You're a pretty sexy kid for a teeny hopper," Lil told her. "Don't deny it. I've seen you finger fucking yourself and letting your dog lick your pussy. Is that fun?"
Dora blushed furiously and dropped her long, sooty lashes to hide her acute embarrassment.
"I didn't, neither," she denied, squirming with guilt and refusing to meet Lil's eyes.
"Oh, yes you did. I saw you in the barn ... lots of times."
"You ... you aren't gonna tell on me, are you?"
"Well," Lil drawled slowly, her tone judicious, "I suppose I really ought to say something to your mother about it, but I might not. Depends."
"Depends on what?" Dora asked, raising her eyes to look shyly at Lil, hope struggling with fear on her face.
"Depends on whether or not you're willing to do me a favor."
"What favor? Gosh, Lil, I'll do anything for you. You know I'm your friend. Please don't tell my folks."
"Okay. You do what I say, and I won't. There's a man here in town who likes you. He wants you to come to his house and take your clothes off for him so he can look at you and feel you up, maybe kiss you, too. If you'll let him, then I won't tell on you."
Dora looked shocked. "A grown-up! I can't do...."
Lil argued with Dora for an hour before the little girl, crying and shaking with shock and fright, agreed to the proposal. By the time a second hour had passed, she had convinced Dora that it wouldn't be so bad, and might even be fun. She impressed upon the child the need for secrecy and that she must never, under no circumstances or conditions, admit that anything of the kind had taken place with Armond Fletcher, or that Lil had had anything to do with it.
The evening, Lil asked Mrs. Harmon's permission to take Dora to a show. She took her instead, to Armond Fletcher's house, waiting until after dark and escorting her young charge through Fletcher's back yard and through his back door to avoid being seen by neighbors.
Armond was obviously delighted. He fed Dora a candy bar and a coke before taking her on his lap and putting his hand under her skirt to fondle her plump, pretty legs. Dora blushed furiously hid her face against his chest so that she wouldn't have to look at Lil as Armond removed her panties and began masturbating her. After awhile, however, when he stopped and began to remove her clothing, she made no objection, even helping him with the stubborn snap on the waistband of her pleated skirt.
Lil grew bored with the procedure and stood up to go. She held her hand out to Fletcher, rubbing her thumb and forefinger together suggestively. "Okay," she said, "I've delivered the merchandise, so let's have the payment, and I'll be on my way."
He had unzipped his trousers, and was trying to talk Dora into touching his prick. He gave Lil a glance of annoyance and irritation. Then he caught the look in her eyes, the cold, predatory look that included contempt, triumph and amusement, and he felt a twinge of fear. He hastily withdrew his wallet from his pants pocket, opened it and handed her five twenty-dollar bills. "There," he said. "You be careful how you spend that. People see you with a lot of money and they may become suspicious."
"And you be careful with that kid," Lil retorted. "You send her home all bit up and bleeding and you'll be in trouble."
She grinned at him then and left the house, only stopping in the kitchen long enough to look back and see Armond on his knees, his face between Dora's outstretched thighs.
It was time, Lil decided the following day, to put the rest of her scheme into motion. She made a tour of the neighborhood, calling on Mark Devlin, Sissy Prine and the Barstow twins, Pat and Linda. She invited all of them to come to her room, not intimating what was in store for them, but being deliberately secretive enough to stir their curiosity. Once she had them all assembled, she looked them over and was well satisfied with her choice of victims. They were all from good homes, were better than average good looking and none of them were bright enough to cause her much trouble.
Sissy Prine was the youngest, but her twelve-year-old body was well-developed. She was a cute girl with brown hair and blue eyes. Hard, pointed little breasts budded beneath the slightly soiled sweatshirt she wore. Sissy was a tomboy.
The Barstow sisters were identical twins, a year older than Lil. They were pretty redheads. They already had the reputation of being easy to make out with, and Lil had reason to believe that the rumors about them were not unfounded.
Mark Devlin was a tall, handsome boy of sixteen. He had dark hair and dark eyes. He had worked for Bob Fletcher on weekends and during summer vacations and was known as an excellent, amateur photographer.
"Hey, what's this all about?" Sissy Prine asked. "You got some new rock records you want us to hear, or something?"
Lil shook her head. "No," she said, "this is more like a business meeting. I got sick of trying to get by on the stinky little allowance my folks give me, so I decided to branch out." She reached two fingers into her blouse and drew the five twenties from her brassier. "I decided to give you kids a break and let you get into this with me. Anybody interested?" She waved the bills at them and grinned.
"For Christ's sake!" Mark Devlin gasped, staring at the money. "What'd you do ... rob a bank?"
"Naw. Banks are too much trouble. This was easier. I've gone into the whoring and the blackmailing business."
"You what?"
There was a chorus of similar exclamations, and then the nervous laughter of shocked disbelief.
"Man! Like you're really a character," Pat Barstow said. "For a minute there I thought you meant it."
"I did," Lil replied coolly. "I fucked for this money and I intend to fuck for more ... plenty more, but screwing for money is peanuts compared to what I'll make as a blackmailer. You three are going to help me and we're all going to get rich. We'll have more bread than any adult in town. Mark is going to help too. We need his camera. Do you have any infrared film, Mark?"
"Why, yes, I guess I've got some at home. But now look here, Lil, don't you think you've gone far enough with this joke? You've got to be kidding, but if you aren't, count me out. I wouldn't have anything to do with such a stupid, nutty...."
"Wouldn't you?" Lil asked softly. She took an envelope from her dresser and handed it to him. "Take a look at those and then pass them around. Don't bother to tear them up. I've got the negatives. You'll either go along with me on this, or copies of those prints will be sent to the mayor, the ministers of the local churches and the newspaper editor. Neither you nor any of your parents will be able to stay in this town when I get through with you.
Think it over."
They were shocked. Sissy Prine cried and the Barstow sisters, Pat and Linda, turned so pale their freckles stood out like daubs of brown paint. Mark Devlin cursed with a fluency surprising at his age.
After forty minutes of this, Lil told them that she had listened to enough of their threats and their silly entreaties. She would give them until Saturday morning to decide. Then, if their answers were unfavorable, the photos would be made public.
Surprisingly, it was Sissy Prine, the youngest one, who first capitulated. "I didn't believe you," she told Lil on Thursday evening. "I figured the pictures were faked somehow. Then, last night, Mom and Dad told me I had to go to bed early because they were going to have a grown-up party, I tried to sneak out of my room, only I couldn't because they'd locked the door. Well, I went out the window, over the porch roof and down the drain pipe. I went around to the side of the house where I could stand on a box and look in the living room window, because there's one shade you can't pull all the way to the bottom. I found out you were telling the truth, Lil. I saw Mom with all her clothes off letting some guy screw her right on the carpet in front of the fireplace. All I could see of him was his butt, so I don't know who he was, but I'm sure it wasn't Daddy. Daddy was on the other side of the room with your mother. He had his thing in her mouth and was hunching at her like a puppy does on your leg. Gosh! Do all parents act like that, Lil?"
Lil shrugged. "Most of them, I suppose. Anyway, ours sure do. Have you done it with any guys yet, Sissy?"
Sissy blushed. "Well ... not exactly. I let one of the boys in my class at school take my panties off and play with me with his finger. I played with his too, and I made him squirt that stuff ... you know."
Lil nodded. "You have to be broken in, and you have to learn how to do it right, before you can make any money. Rundy would sure like to get his hands on you, and so would Fletcher, but they're too big and too rough for a beginner. I guess I could make Mark Devlin screw you, but I think I've got a better idea. I believe we'll just keep you a virgin for awhile until I get this thing better organized. I'll bet there's some older guy in town would pay plenty to pop a twelve-year-old's cherry. Okay?"
"Anything you say, Lil. Only ... well, now that I've made up my mind, I'm kind of anxious to get started. Gee, sex is pretty exciting, isn't it?"
"It's the most," Lil agreed fervently. "Don't you know how to jack off?" Sissy nodded.
"You can do that all you want," Lil told her, "but don't go sticking things up your pussy. I don't want your cherry popped until we can get some big money for it."
She wasn't as lenient with the Barstow sisters, when they came to her on Friday night and announced their willingness to take up a life of prostitution.
"I figure both of you chicks have been diddling the boys in school," Lil told them. "But you're going to have to learn what the real thing is all about before I send you out on dates. Come with me." She took them to Nils Rundy's trailer.
"I brought you some fresh meat, Nils," she told the old man. "Will you give both of these kids a good fucking for me?"
Nils looked at her in wonder and shook his gray head. "You just ain't got no morals at all," he declared. "I never seen the like of it. He looked at the two, scared girls and grinned wolfishly, licking his lips. "All right," he said. "Whichever one wants to go first, take your clothes off and get down there on my bed. Good thing you ain't been around so much lately," he said to Lil. "I got a rusty load for them two."
Lil pushed Pat toward the bed. The redhead hesitated, and then began to disrobe. Rundy also stripped to the buff and Lil laughed to see how the eyes of both girls went wide with alarm at the sight of his big, throbbing prick.
"Take it easy," Lil warned him. "I don't want the merchandise damaged. No rough stuff."
Nils grunted and turned to the slender, shivering girl who cowered on the bed, trying to shield both her breasts and her crotch with her hands. Kneeling astraddle her body, he grasped her wrists in his hands and forced her arms above her head so that her firm, young breasts were revealed. He lowered his hips toward hers and jabbed at her with his prick.
"Damn thing won't go in," he complained to Lil. "Her cunt's too dry."
"Of course, it is," Lil agreed, exasperation in her tone. "She's scared half to death, and she isn't hot at all. Don't you know how to warm her up?"
Nils turned bleary, puzzled eyes on her. "I never had to with you," he said.
"I'm different," Lil told him. "Oh, shit! Do I have to do everything around here?" She crossed the small room and seated herself on the edge of the bed beside Pat. "Suck her titties," she directed Nils. "I'll take care of the other end." She slid her hand between the girl's thighs and parted the lips of the vulva with her fingers, feeling through the folds of soft flesh for the clitoris. She found it and worked it, just as she was used to working her own. It was several minutes before Pat began to respond to the dual stimulus of Nils' mouth on her breasts and Lil's expert fingers, but at last, she started to discharge, and her vulva grew moist and warm. Her hips moved, barely stirring at first, and the squirming faster and faster.
"Okay," Lil said to Nils, "she's juiced up for you now. Stick it in her, but try not to hurt her too much." She took the old man's hard cock in her hand and guided it to the opening. As he began his penetration, Lil stood up, an odd look on her face, her eyes gleaming strangely. I liked it! she said to herself and then she repeated it, savoring the exciting newness of the idea. I liked it! I wish I could be Nils for awhile. I'd like to fuck her myself! She turned to Linda, Pat's sister. "I might as well get you ready," she said, giving her voice an exaggerated tone of casualness to hide the eagerness, the sudden pounding of her heart and the flow of blood to the surface of her body that she knew was turning her face a deep red. She sat beside Linda, putting one arm around her and running the other hand up the smooth, sweet shape of the girl's thigh. Linda raised herself on her arms, lifting her buttocks to facilitate the removal of her panties, and she spread her legs for Lil, seeming to know what was expected of her and to be completely willing. When Lil's fingers found the hair-bordered slit and opened it, Linda sighed and buried her face in the hollow of Lil's neck and shoulder.
"Pat and I do this," she whispered to Lil. "We help each other this way every night. It's more fun than doing it alone."
Lil didn't answer. She was too confused by the sudden discovery of this new delight, too full of emotion to trust herself to talk. Linda's cunt was warm and wet and Lil's fingers slid around in it as though in oil. When Linda began kissing her neck and cheek, timidly at first, and then with growing boldness, Lil grew even more excited, but when Linda's fingers undid the buttons of her blouse and her hand slid in to fondle her breasts, Lil found herself blazing with a passion equal to anything she had ever known. My God! This is as good as it is with a man! Oh, Lord, how I'd like to have a prick to fuck her with ... or if she could have a prick to fuck me....
"Let's take our clothes off," Linda suggested. "It's nicer that way. I wish I'd known you liked this ... you and I and Pat could have been having fun together."
"Yes," Lil agreed breathlessly, beginning to strip as quickly as she could. "You're not mad at me then ... I mean for forcing you into doing this with Rundy and all the other things I'm going to make you do?"
Linda giggled. "No. Pat and I talked it over. We think we'll like being whores and we know we need you. We don't have the brains to do it by ourselves. Why not? If our parents can act the way they do, then I guess we can too. Oh, Lil, you have beautiful tits. Let me suck them and let me play with your pussy too."
"I don't want you to come," Lil said. "I want you to save that for doing it with Rundy. Look at Pat. She's beginning to enjoy it."
Pat had her arms and legs wrapped around Nils and was arching her body to meet his. She was kissing him frantically as he screwed her.
"She isn't having any more fun than I am," Linda said, putting her mouth over one of Lil's nipples and her hand to Lil's crotch.
They clung together, their bodies glistening with sweat from the exertion of petting and from the heat of their aroused passions. Despite Lil's determination not to bring Linda to an orgasm, she felt her own body responding to the other girl's eager lovemaking. When the gathering storm in her loins began to escape her control, it seemed to her that the most desirable thing in the world was to make Linda come too. She wanted the feeling of Linda's body torn by the force of climax, palpitant and quivering in her arms. It was a blind, heedless need that blotted out all other considerations. Her deft fingers that knew so well how to manipulate a clitoris, drew Linda along into an orgasm that matched her own. The two girls were so involved in their mutual orgy that they were oblivious to the grunting, moaning sounds coming from the bed as Pat and Rundy also achieved their goal.
When it was over for all of them, Rundy turned his head, his eyes popping with surprise at sight of the two girls still welded together, their slender, graceful legs entwined, their hands in each other's crotches. "Didn't know you was a damn queer," he said to Lil in disgust. "This one's a better fuck than you anyway. She can come to see old Nils anytime."
Pat hugged him and kissed his leathery cheek. "I will," she promised. "I've never had anyone but boys before. You're better than any boy."
"It's Linda's turn," Lil announced, ignoring Rundy's remark. "He won't be ready for awhile, but I'll show you girls how to hurry a man up that way. Now watch how I do this." She disengaged herself from Linda and, motioning for Pat to get up, she sat on the edge of the bed and took Rundy's limber prick in her mouth.
"Gosh!" Pat whispered in awe. "Look at that, Linda. She's sucking his cock!"
Feeling schoolteacher-ish in her role as instructor, and not above the vanity of showing off her skill, Lil sucked Rundy's big prick until it had regained part of its former rigidity. "Now you try it," she said to Linda. "Come over here and I'll show you how."
"Aw, go on," Pat urged her when Linda expressed a reluctance to indulge in the erotic act. "How are we going to learn to be whores if we chicken out now? If you won't do it, I will."
Spurred on by this challenge from her sibling, Linda took Lil's place on the bed and gingerly accepted the cock in her mouth, trying to do as Lil directed her.
"Now, when you've got it good and hard," Lil told her, "let him fuck you."
"Am I going to get to do that too?" Pat asked when Lil joined her on the seat at the side of the trailer.
"Sure," Lil told her. "When Linda is through with him. Although, to tell you the truth, the old bastard is hardly ever good for more than twice. Don't worry. I'll see that both of you learn to suck cocks and to get fucked in the ass too."
"Doesn't that hurt?"
"Yes, but you get used to it pretty quick." She put her arm around Pat's shoulders. "Let me kiss you."
"Where?"
Lil was puzzled by the question. "Why ... why, on the lips and ... and on the titties, of course."
Pat looked at her slyly. "Oh," she said, "I thought maybe you wanted to kiss me ... you know ... down there." She was blushing.
It was a new thought for Lil. The possibility had not occurred to her when she was engaging in mutual masturbation with Linda. But why not? Why couldn't she do the same thing to Pat that Armond had so often done to her? It was an exciting idea and she suddenly knew that she wanted to, wanted to very much, in fact.
"You and Linda do that to each other?" she asked Pat.
The girl hung her head so that her red hair hid her face. She nodded. "Sometimes," she said in a barely audible whisper.
"AH right," Lil said. She knelt on the floor as Pat leaned back against the wall of the trailer and spread her legs. Lil pushed her face into the "Y" thus formed, feeling the silky coolness of Pat's inner thighs brushing her cheeks. She stared at the wide-open vulva, its coral-tinted convolutions holding a gluey mixture of Rundy's semen and Pat's bodily discharge, like melted frosting above the pink cavern of her vagina. She could see the mound under the soft, wet flesh that was the clitoris.
What a beautiful thing! I didn't know that a pussy was so pretty. And the smell! No wonder I always liked to smell of my own fingers after I did it to myself She pushed forward, her mouth opening to cover the delicacy, her tongue licking at the tender flesh, slurping up the colloidal deposit that had the familiar taste of Rundy's semen and the newer, more exotic flavor of woman's musk. She remembered how Armond Fletcher had done it to her and she imitated his actions, sucking Pat's clitoris into her mouth and butterflying it with the tip of her tongue.
"Oh, that's good!" Pat cried. "That's so good, Lil!" Her body was squirming, her fingers tangling themselves in Lil's blond hair.
Lil's hands were petting the sleek, smooth thighs and running up Pat's body to feel of her breasts. Her own hips were moving in a rotary motion, just as though she was being fucked, the sliding action of her thighs causing the lips of her own vulva to caress her clitoris with al ternate strokes. To her amazement, she experienced a powerful orgasm, and then another one, before Pat succumbed to the vigorous tongue and went into a wild climax.
Long after Pat, exhausted and temporarily drained of sexual energy, had ceased to do more than feebly stir and sigh deeply, Lil stayed between her legs, kissing and licking the tender, swollen cunt.
When the two girls had reduced Nils Rundy to the point of no longer being able to achieve an erection, Lil declared that school was out for the night and she went to her room to brood on the strange turn of affairs that had reversed her role from that of instructor to impromptu participant.
The next morning she had a chance to speak to Dora Harmon, learning that Dora was now a frequent visitor at the house of Armond Fletcher.
"You said all he wanted was to look at me and kiss me," Dora complained accusingly.
"Well, what does he do to you?" Lil demanded.
"He screws me," Dora replied. "He says I'm a better fuck than you are." Her little chin was lifted proudly and her eyes were defiant. "He says he don't need you coming back there no more."
Lil laughed. "That's the second time I've been told that lately. Don't worry, little angel, I don't want him back. You can have him all to yourself."
Mark Devlin came to see her just before noon. He was sullen and angry in defeat. "Okay, you win," he told her grudgingly. "What my parents are doing makes me sick, but I can't let you expose them to the whole town. What do you want me to do?"
Lil smiled triumphantly. "Your first job will be tonight," she told him. "Bring your best camera and some rolls of infra-red film. We're going to pay a visit to Armond Fletcher, only he won't be aware that you're there. While I'm talking to him about some money he owes me, you'll be hiding in the kitchen, ready to snap some shots of he and Dora Harmon together. He's going to be surprised that he's not the only one who can play at this game of blackmail, the bastard."
Mark nodded. "Okay. I guess I don't mind. I don't like Fletcher an way. What else?"
"You ever screw a girl?"
Mark blushed and shook his head. "No ," he murmured.
"Well, you'll lose your virginity tonight then. After we get through at Armond's, well come back here. The Barstow twins need practice at sucking cocks and especially at getting cornholed. I want you to fuck them in the ass. Rundy is too big to get them started that way. He might split them."
Mark's face was beet red. "For Christ's sake, Lil, haven't you got any decency at all? You won't be satisfied until you've turned us kids into animals, will you?"
She laughed. "My, my! Aren't you the boy scout, though? Are you trying to protect the maidenly virtue of Pat and Linda? You should have seen them getting the shit fucked out of them by old Rundy ... and loving it. Don't you ever get hot pants, Mark? I understand you're pretty sweet on Susan Prine. Haven't you ever dreamed of undressing her and playing with her titties?
Mark twisted his hands together until the knuckles whitened. His eyes were anguished, but he didn't reply.
"Well, you'll get the chance. I'll teach her to suck your cock and let you suck her pussy, and I'll even make her let you fuck her in the ass. I'm saving her cherry for business purposes, but you can do everything else with her. Doesn't that sound good to you?"
"You're wicked!"" Mark snarled at her. "You're evil and ... and ... terrible!"
"Then why have you got a hard on?" Lil taunted him. "I can see it right through your pants."
Guiltily, he clamped his legs together, his hands clasping defensively over his crotch.
"Unbuckle your belt and take your pants down," Lil snapped at him, dropping her attitude of playful bantering. Her tone became one of command. "Take your pants down and show me that little pecker you're so ashamed of. You'll either learn to do what I say or I'll take those damned pictures down to the newspaper office this minute."
Mark blanched and looked at her in terror. His hands went to his belt and zipper. His trousers and underwear were pushed down to below his hips, revealing the white band where his swimming trunks had protected him from the sun. His cock stood erect and rigid from the wedge of brown, crinkly hair.
"That's better," Lil told him, her voice softer. She moved over beside him and took the organ in her hand, stroking it. "Wouldn't you like to see me with my clothes off?" she asked him, her tone wheedling. "No use letting those kids be first with you. You'll be recharged by tonight, I guess. Doesn't that feel good, Mark?"
"I don't know," he muttered. His face was averted from hers, his eyes closed as he lay half-across her bed.
Lil slipped out of her blouse and skirt, rolling her panties down and then freeing her legs from them. "Look, Mark," she demanded. "Look at me. I'm naked. I'll bet you've never been so close to a naked girl before."
Mark opened his eyes, closed them quickly and then opened them wide.
Laughing, Lil rolled over on top of him, rubbing her breasts on his face, drawing the nipples across his lips. She put one hand down to fumbled between them for his cock, got it started into her vagina.
"I never did rape a guy before," she said, giggling.