Eugene Edwards - The naughty babysitter

"Man, look a' that pussy!"

"Wheow, ain't that purty"

"Shit, I think I'll fuck it!"

One of them did. He flopped out his cock and walked over to the fat matron, stuck his cock between the cheeks of her ass and started fucking her right there at the edge of the pool.

"Eeeeeeee, that tickles!" the fatso giggled.

I guess it did, because her cunt was so big the guy could have put his arm in there. Still she got screwed. She was better off than me.

All I got was hard up.

I tried to strike up a conversation with a guy who was standing next to me, then I saw Susan Lovely throw me a dagger look from across the pool, so I got the hell away from her friends. If she caught me now, and caught Paula upstairs there would be hell to pay.

I went back up the stairs. Maybe I could peek in to see what Alfred DeMarco was doing with my friend.

You could hear them clear down in the foyer.

Even before I ran up the steps. I could hear Paula and that banker in the bedroom.

There should have been shrieks of joy, happy little sounds that women make when they're having fun.

All I could hear was screaming.

Paula was busting her tonsils with excruciating screams, and I could imagine what was happening to her young cunt.

I didn't get laid that night because Paula woke up the children with her screaming, and we got caught by Susan Lovely.

"You fucking kids make me sick!" Susan exploded when she found me hiding in the kitchen. "Going around fucking the goddam fucking neighborhood! Think all there is to the fucking world is your fucking cunts! You fucking little bastards!"

She really got ugly, and she slapped me around while she was screaming, and she got so carried away I think she needed a psychiatrist. It didn't make sense to me. All her guests came to her place for an orgy yet she denied the same privilege to me and my friends. I guess there just wasn't enough screwing to go around, or maybe she was afraid us kids would woo away the men of the city, and then there wouldn't be any for her.

In a way she was right because the word got around there were some youngsters who would fuck for cash. I got so many phone calls after that night that I let two other friends in on our fun. Tawnie Patrick and her brother David. Tawnie fucked the husbands while David did the wives, and I got so much screwing for two weeks I felt like a movie star. My bank account was growing by leaps and bounds while my ripe young body got so attuned to steady sex I really felt beautiful. There's something about fucking that brings the peaches to a girl's cheeks, makes her walk with a ballet step and gives sparkle to her eye. Right then I could have had the most popular boys in school because they were asking for dates, yet I still preferred older men. Boys were like skim milk to me.

"You're a real little sex machine!" one of the men groaned while he was grinding away at my cunt. "Man, you're so hot down there it's burning my cock!"

I got so I could orgasm five or six times during a nice fuck, and I loved it so much anybody could have gotten it for free.

Yet why do that when you can put money in the bank? It wouldn't last forever and I knew it. "Make hay while the sun shines" is what it said in a poem in my school book, so I was taking that sage advice.

Paula couldn't do it, though. Alfred tore up her cunt so bad she had to stay in bed for a week, and she had scars on her titties where the old bastard tried to bite off her nipples.

"It ain't fun that way, Angie," she moaned when I went to visit her. "I can hardly pee any more. He must've gone right into my uterus."

Alfred didn't pay her, since Susan Lovely raised so much hell. So I went right down to the bank and got the money.

"You didn't have to come here!" Alfred was all put out with me in his proper establishment.

"Just pay up, Alfred. You got it and you gotta pay Paula"

"I didn't even get to finish!" he pouted. "They made me stop! They dragged me off that girl just when t was feeling good!"

"You could of killed her. It's good they made you stop when they did. You got too big a pecker. Better you go to screwing horses or something."

"Well, I'm sorry if I hurt your friend. I didn't mean to hurt her, and I just got carried away. There's still a bonus for any girl who can take it all. Just once in my life I'd like to know what it's like to get it all in."

"I ain't bringing any more friends. You're gonna fuck somebody to death one of these days."

"I'll raise the ante to five hundred, Angie. And it doesn't have to be a teenager. Any woman who can take it all."

"Nobody can take all that meat, Alfred."

"Oh yes they can, Angie. Down at the Vespers there's some women who can take it."

"You mean the whorehouse down at Mulvanie Street?"

"Yes. They have women who are trained to please a man. Any man. No matter what."

"Whyn't ya go down there then? You won't have to pay no five hundred dollars to them."

"Naturally. But a man in my position can't be seen in that company."

"You mean it's okay for all you hotshots to go to a party and fuck all over the place, do it to each other's wives, only you can't go ahead and pay for a nice little piece of ass at a whorehouse?"

"Shhh-hhh! People can hear you!"

"I don't care if they do. You people make me sick with your hypocrisy. You're the ones who make the laws, but then you go ahead and make another set for yourselves. Why don't you just admit you like sex and go ahead like poor people do?"

"You're angry, Angie, and you aren't making sense. Maybe you better leave the bank now?"

"Fuck you, Alfred. Gimme the money so I can put it in my account."

"I owe it to Paula, not to you."

"Don't you worry. I'll see that Paula gets her share. And by the way, why don't you go to one of them clinics in Switzerland? They can make girls outta boys, so maybe they can shave a pound off your pecker."

"Do you really think they could do that!"

"How the hell should I know? Maybe they'll put your cock in a pencil sharpener and make it normal, for all I can guess. At least maybe you could have some nice sex. The way everybody else does."

"You know, Angie, that's a good idea. Now why haven't I thought of that before?

Maybe I can enjoy sexual relations after all!"

He was drumming his fingers on the desk, thinking far away, when I left. I wondered what they'd do with his pecker meat when they cut it down to size?

Maybe make hotdogs out of it. Or sell it to lonely widows as a keepsake.

Alfred was grateful for the suggestion whether he acted on it or not, but for me something else was more important. Alfred mentioned the Vespers. The whorehouse. And I wondered if they could give me some lessons. I understood that it wouldn't be easy to turn professional. The competition was too keen, until a girl needed special training to make money over the years.

So I went down to the Vespers and asked the Madam.

"Christ a mighty, kid!" She was nervous. "You wanta get me in trouble? You're too young to be here!"

"I just want to know how to do it." I refused to budge from the front door. "I gotta learn how."

"This ain't no fucking college, kid! Go lay under the bandstand and learn how!"

"Oh, I already did it plenty of times. But I wanta learn how to make money."

"You're too young I could get my ass in a sling."

"I'll pay you for lessons."

"Now ain't that a hot one!" The Madam laughed at me until her big boobs shook under the black negligee she was wearing. "Here we are selling pussy day and night, and a snot-nose kid comes along and wants to pay us to lose her maidenhead! Now ain't that a hot one!"

"I ain't no cherry."

"The hell you ain't, honey. Just because you let some smart ass school kid put a cock between your legs, doesn't mean you ain't dumb about screwing."