Eugene Edwards - The naughty babysitter

"Or maybe we ain't so dumb any more? Maybe we figure it's better to face up to sex than sneak around back alleys the way people used to do?"

"I dunno, Angie. When you come right down to it, sex isn't the only thing. I ain't very happy and I get all the screwing I need."

"Do you really, Paula?"

"Well, not really. It gets a little boring with the same guy all the time. We keep on trying, and we pretend it's the same, but the magic is gone."

"I see that all the time when I'm babysitting."

"Could you maybe fix me up with Colin again?"

"Do your own calling, Paula. I got troubles of my own."

"Who you sitting for this weekend?"

"Susan Lovely."

"Oh, not again! I thought you didn't like her?"

"I don't. She thinks the world revolves around her. But there's lots of people at her place. I could tell you something about the last time I sat for her that would turn you green with envy."

"A secret?"

"Sort of. Now I've got a nice savings account."

"Oh, you didn't, really!"

"Like hell I didn't. Now I can buy any gown I want for graduation!"

"Gee, Angie. That doesn't sound very nice."

"Fuck it. Most of the girls in school give in for the price of a fifty-cent malted!"

"Yeah, I guess that's right when you think about it. But don't you feel funny about taking money for it?"

"Why should I? Maybe I'll grow up to be a whore for all I know. That's better than moping around the way Susie Patch does. All screwed up for nothing."

"Can I go with you this weekend?"

"Sure, why not? I know how you can earn two hundred dollars."

"You mean from screwing?"

"Sure."

"Aw, nobody'd pay that much for sex, Angie! There's too much of it free any more!"

"Maybe so, but I know a guy who'll give you plenty if you can take all his cock."

"How, big is it?"

"Remember that horse in the pasture behind school? The one that always has a hard-on?"

"Aw, nobody could have a peter that big!"

"Just you wait and see."

"You sure he pays money, Angie? Or do we have to pay him for it?"

"You mean you're willing to try?"

"Geez, I'd give my allowance for a year just to see one that size!"

"Okay, but don't blame me if he splits you wide open."

"Gawd, I wish the weekend would hurry!"

Why do girls fuck?

It was a question that seemed obvious when Paula and I first thought about it.

"Sure, we do cause it's fun!" she laughed. "I'd rather fuck than eat!"

But we talked about it and found out screwing isn't so obvious after all. There are thousands of reasons why girls spread their legs to a man, and out of curiosity Paula and I made a little list. We talked to some of the girls in school to get their opinions and you'd be surprised why virginity is a thing of the past. Naturally our list isn't complete but I thought you might like to see some of the reasons why a female exposes her cunt.

First of all we found out that a girl really thinks about fucking. All the time. No matter what else she does a girl is aware of her own sexuality. And if you opened her skull you'd find a million peckers dancing in there.

"I did it the first time because I wanted to find out what it'd feel like,"

Andrea Tate told us. "All my life I heard about screwing, and it's in the movies and the books and everything, so I just wanted to find out about it. Now I do it because I love it!"

Audrey Andrews does it because she loves her boy friend and he expects sex with her.

Temple Domer does it to spite her parents.

Phoebe Allen does it because she's fat and ugly, and fucking gives her a measure of popularity. Even handsome boys date Phoebe just to "dip their wick" as she calls it.

Sonia Bedowill screws because she likes the demolition derby. Anybody who'll take her, can have some pussy.

Thelma Rutmon fucks every time there is a big exam coming up. She trades pussy for good grades.

Shirley Peterson and Barbara Blader get gang fucked all the time, because they like to hitchhike around the valley. When some guys pick them up they know they have to pay with pussy.

Wanda Handrax let three boys fuck her a couple years ago, because they saw her steal candy from the market. They promised not to tell if they could all have a little sex.

Dolores Del Rio gives it to her stepfather so he'll pay the rent and they won't get kicked out of that old house.

Maijorie Turner screws a bunch of guys, because her gang roller-skates all the time and she doesn't want to be a party poop.

Mary Madman lets other females suck her cunt, because she doesn't like boys.

The list goes on and on, yet I've discovered one thing in common for all of us.

No matter what excuse we give for our first screw, or the reasons why we go right on doing it, the truth is we like to fuck!

"What else can we do?" Paula shrugged as we checked our findings. "Everything else is dumb, or isn't very important, and it always comes back to sex. I'd get bored as hell if we couldn't do it."

Me too.

So I took Paula with me to Susan Lovely's mansion, and she promised to give me half the two-hundred if she could take all that monster cock.

"I don't want you girls fucking things up!" Susan Lovely was angry when I brought a friend.

"I see horny little bitches like you at my clinic every day, and I don't want you to fuck around with my guests. You understand?"

She had a pretty face but her anger made her ugly, and I still got the impression she was unhappy in spite of all that money. Still she had to let Paula stay because very few girls would sit for the wicked bitch. She treated us like furniture anyway, or like the worms that were necessary in her lawn to keep the grass healthy.

This party was a repeat of the last one, so it seemed that Susan Lovely was in a rut. There were some different people this night, and some of the same ones as before, and everybody appeared to be having a good time. Lots of alcohol and food, loud music, dancing and swimming, till it reminded me of a picture I saw once in a book. The picture was a scene from hell.

"I'd sure like to have one of those gowns," Paula told me as we watched the socialites.

"Yeah, they must cost plenty all right."

"Wouldn't it be swell to be rich, Angie?"

"You damn right. One of these days I'm gonna have all that money, too."

"How you gonna do that?"

"Open a whorehouse."

"Aw, you wouldn't, really!"

"Like hell I wouldn't. You think I wanna go through life pinching pennies the way my folks do? Not on your life! I don't care what I have to do, one of these days I'm gonna have plenty."

"Money won't make you happy, Angie."

"That's what they say. But I don't see too many people laughing when they're hungry, either."

"Yeah, I guess that's true."

"Sure it's true. How many people do we know that got divorced because they were broke? All that love and roses goes sour real quick when the bills pile up. Yet look at Susan Lovely and her husband over there by the pool having a gay old time. They hate each other's guts but they can still have fun together. If you have enough money you can buy a lot of smiles."

"You really gonna sell yourself, Angie?"

"Sure hope I can, Paula. I got the idea when that banker paid me. The one who's gonna fuck you tonight."

"Maybe he won't want to do it to me?"

"Sure he will. Older men love young stuff. They'll pay plenty. That's what I'm counting on, really. To get a nice bank account while I have something of value. Criminey, every housewife in the country thinks she could make a million bucks if she turned professional. But you know what, Paula?"

"What?"

"There ain't a housewife in the world could get more than about twenty bucks for it. So all that talk about purity and keeping yourself for one man is a lot of bull. When a woman ain't worth more than twenty bucks for everything she's got, no wonder they have to take all that crap from a husband."