John Fine - Sexy little sister

Joey hesitated only a second. "No, ma'am, I want some… I want some pussy."

Even the jaded veteran of ten years stripping found herself surprised at the child's boldness. "Some pussy? Mine?" Then she began to giggle almost hysterically.

"I got twenty dollars," the boy responded quickly.

The girl laughed. "Twenty dollars, boy. You want to buy my cunt for twenty bucks? I just made three times that much for fifteen minutes on the stage. Come on in here, boy, before somebody arrests you." Quickly she opened the door to the dressing room and shoved him inside.

There was one other person in the room, a small redhead sitting completely naked on a couch. She took the long green cigarette from her lips and stared at the boy with astonishment. "What in the living hell have you got there, Sally?" she asked in a harsh voice. "You taking up molesting children now?"

"Would you believe he's molesting me, Maude? Really. He just now offered me twenty dollars and said he wanted my pussy."

Maude lifted her eyebrows momentarily and looked Joey straight in the eyes. "Did you really say that to Sally, child? Did you?"

Joey looked at her in confusion. He knew he was doing something ridiculously wrong, but he also knew clearly that neither of the two women were offended by his actions. In fact he could tell they liked it. Even if it was a joke at his expense he'd play along. "Yes ma'am. Twenty dollars. You too, if you like. But I only got twenty all together."

The redhead sitting on the couch laughed mockingly. "I'll be God damned, you'll be a pimp by the time you're in High School-if you ain't already."

The child bowed his head in embarrassment. He didn't know exactly what he'd done wrong but he did know that there was something bad in being called a pimp. But neither of the two strippers lacked compassion for the young boy despite their sardonic humor. Quickly Sally kneeled down beside him and began to stroke his head. Not by accident she let one of her large boobs dangle just inches in front of him. Clearly he could see the rippled, wrinkled jutting nipple.

"But," he said spontaneously, after having stared at it for just a moment, "it's painted."

"Painted? What?" Then Sally began to laugh. "My nipple you mean? It's just rouge, honey. All us strippers use it. It makes it stand out from our breasts more under the stage lights."

Maude was laughing too at the boy's honest naivety. But she couldn't help liking his sexual ambitions. "Come here, honey," she said in a sexy coaxing voice, "there's some things someone ought to tell you before you get your own stable. And I reckon the two of us are girls that could let you in on some things. Come here," she repeated, patting the place on the couch beside her, As Joey approached she uncrossed her legs and spread them wide so the boy had an ample view of her large, fat pussy. He stared at the well used gash with obvious wonder and admiration. But he was surprised to see there was not a trace of hair.

"Hope you like what you see child," said the redhead confidentially, "lot of guys out front would pay twenty dollars just to look at it."

"It's beautiful," sighed Joey, sitting down beside her, "but how come there's no bush."

Sally giggled girlishly behind him. "Lot of us strip artists shave our twat boy. The G-string wouldn't cover it all. See." With that she undid the thin panties and sat down beside him naked, spreading her legs wide also. Intently Joey stared at the crimson furrow between her pure white pussy lips. Her cunt hole was large and moist, like Maude's, obviously frequently used.

Joey sat now sandwiched between their warm bare bodies. Both girls noticed with amusement the huge swell in the crotch of his jeans. And both began to stroke his head with their hands, consolingly.

"Look kid," began Sally cheerfully, "we're not whores. We're dancers. We work for money and we belong to a union like anybody else. And generally when we throw a guy a fuck it's because we really like him."

"Right," added Maude, "and when we do feel the pinch for a little extra money we go for a lot higher stakes than twenty bucks. At least a couple of bills if not more."

"And they're not cheap rolls in the hay either. They are good all night stands with businessmen and we give them their dollars worth."

Joey pressed himself tighter against the girls' naked bodies. "But how does a young guy get a piece? Would you give me some because you like me?" he asked in desperation.

"Sure we would, Joey," answered Maude sympathetically, "if you were about ten years older. But we can't afford to be caught messing with underage skins. Besides, we're not perverts."

"Sure, if you were older it'd be different," added Sally. "Then we'd love to fuck you. But you don't have any girls at school that will ball?"

"No. The one's my age are all scared. And the older girls think I'm too young. Is there any place here I could get some?"

Sally looked at him with both sympathy and amusement. "Well, the places where you could get a cheap whore are not places I'd want to see you go. And you don't have the money for a really good one. But I'll tell you what, we're leaving pretty quick and we'll drop you off at ‘The Mixer' down the street. It's a pick-up joint where stag men and gals go to find a lay, and usually it's free. I'm awfully afraid you won't score ‘cause you're so young. But maybe you'll be lucky."

"Sorry, kid," Maude concluded, getting up and reaching for some clothes, "Doesn't look like you're having much luck. Keep trying. You'll find some pussy one of these days. Come on, Sally," she said, turning her attentions from the young boy, "we got dates in thirty minutes."

Silently, disappointed, Joey watched them dress.

Back in the hotel Joey's sisters were still banging their three well picked studs. Jack Hayes was liberally shoving cold cream into Cindy's tight hung hole. He'd already had both girls in their mouths and pussies and now aimed for something different. Mr. Butler and the desk clerk were busy balling Suzie in two holes on the other bed and Jack would have loved to join them and give the girl a little in her anus too. But one look at the girl's tiny tight rose bud told him he was way too big for her. After all, he didn't want to hurt her permanently.

Only once before had Cindy been able to talk a boy into cornholing her. So when Jack asked her for the cold cream she gave a cry of joy and sprang to the dresser to get it. Quickly she handed the big stud the jar and flopped prone on the bed, her knees under her and her firm rounded bottom pointing expectantly at her partner. Quickly she spread her ass cheeks wide with her hands, giving him plenty of room to work.

"Hurry, Jack, please hurry. I haven't been ass fucked in so long. Please cornhole me, please hurry," she urged anxiously. And a second later she felt his thick horny finger stick firmly into her anus. At first even that hurt and seemed too large for such a little porthole. But as he shoved it back and forth more quickly and ruthlessly, spreading the cold cream over the edge and into her body, she began to loosen up."

"That's good Jack, that's good. Even your finger feels good. Promise me you'll, uh, uh, get all of it in Jack. Be sure you get all your root, uh, in when you, uh, uh, fuck it."

Jack didn't need encouragement. He had two fingers in now and was finger fucking her asshole vigorously. Cindy felt happy and glowing with well-being despite the occasional pain his rough fingers caused. She glanced over at the other bed and noted the two studs excitedly cramming their prods into Suzie's willing mouth and cunt.

Maybe they could do that to me, too, with Jack in my back door, she thought excitedly, if they're not too spent. Three in three holes. God would that be good. Cindy's imagination drifted wildly. She'd never had three men in her at the same time, but biddy had often told her how great it was. Maybe tonight she could pull it off.