Love as an Occupational Hazard

a Story by Varangian

Copyright © 2003, Varangian

The young brunette with long, jean-clad legs walked slowly past one of the quad’s stone benches. She scrutinized the girl, a younger blonde, who sat looking off in the other direction. The brunette smiled to herself, stopped and turned.

“You look like a freshman,” she said. “Mind if I sit with you?”

The girl shrugged. “What do freshmen look like?”

“Young and slightly confused,” responded the brunette, who sat with one knee drawn up, facing the girl. “Have you just arrived? My name is Melanie Johnston.”

“Audrey Schaeffer. I got in last night and I’m confused. I forget where my dorm is.”

“You must be housed in one of those dreadful new ones. They all look alike. This is such a large place, but you’ll soon get orientated. Want me to show you the way?”

“The way to what?”

“The dorm, of course! And if you like I’ll guide you around the rest of the campus.”

Audrey thought for a moment. She had always been cautious of friendly strangers, but this one was very attractive.

“Thanks. That’s very nice of you.

“No problem! Classes don’t start until Monday, and I’m already registered.”

Strolling along a path they chatted, exchanging information. Melanie was a senior, a history major who wanted to get involved in politics. Audrey, from a small town in Michigan, hoped to become a doctor. She planned a major in biology.

Melanie was a head taller than Audrey. The light jacket she wore could not conceal her full breasts. She had a lovely face, the paleness of which was accentuated by her raven hair cut Dutch-boy style. Audrey was more delicate in every respect. That and her cute face suggested she was a high school sophomore or junior, rather than a college freshman. Melanie assumed that Audrey was a naive farm girl who, with care, could easily be manipulated. But she was mistaken.

In the course of their exploration of the extensive campus that morning Audrey suspected an ulterior motive for the older girl’s solicitous attention and frequent touches. She was silently amused, because in her previous affairs with girls she had been the seductress. On those occasions her lovers had been younger than she. A reversal of roles was an intriguing prospect. She could pretend for a while to be submissive, if it came to that.

“Are you ready for lunch?” Melanie asked. They stood in a moving crowd outside the Commons. “I’ve always found this place too noisy. I live in a house off campus. It’s just two blocks away. We could fix soup and sandwiches.”

Audrey agreed to the suggestion, pleased to save three or four dollars. Mostly, though, she was curious about the older girl’s technique — how she might hit on her.

Melanie, for her part, felt a thrill of excitement when the blonde consented. She had never made love to a partner so fresh and lovely. She hoped Audrey was not a prude.

The house was one of several three-story attached structures on a tree-lined street. Iron railings guarded the steep stairs to the door, and a stairwell led to a basement entrance. Audrey wrongly assumed they were headed for the basement.

“I live here with a couple of friends,” Melanie explained as they ascended the stairs. “They’re both away on business.”

It was nice enough inside, though it had probably been luxurious in a previous generation. Marble floors and dark wood attested to that.

“The rent must be awful,” Audrey remarked.

“We have an arrangement with Bridget. She owns the place. I’m on the third floor. Come over here to the elevator.”

It was an ancient contraption suitable for two persons. It groaned and creaked, but delivered them safely to Melanie’s four rooms that took up more space than Audrey’s entire house back in Michigan.

“How about tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches?” Melanie suggested in the kitchen.

“That’s fine,” the younger girl replied from the large front room that overlooked a park. Standing by the window moments later, she felt Melanie’s body press lightly against her from behind and two hands caress her bare upper arms.

“You smell good,” the older girl murmured, nuzzling her hair. Audrey resisted an impulse to flinch, and Melanie, who was delighted that she had not, stepped back. “The food should be ready. Let’s eat.”

During lunch at the kitchen table Audrey played the role of a demure young thing. She did not look into her companion’s face nor mention the recent familiar touch. Melanie hurried with her food, eager to be done with it and learn just how far the lovely girl would go.

“Can you stay a while?” she asked after they finished. “We could have some wine.” She laughed. “There’s no ID check in this house.”

Audrey finally looked at her and smiled innocently. “You’ve been so nice to me,” she said seemingly without guile.

Hoping not to blush in her excitement, Melanie stood and took the girl’s hand to lead her toward the living room couch. “I’ll be right back with the wine,” she said, returning to the kitchen.

Audrey waited on the couch. She was enjoying herself immensely and resolved to continue the act, hoping that her lack of resistance would eventually conduct her to Melanie’s bed. She would speak frankly only after the initial pleasure.

“You know, Audrey,” the older girl said, presenting a glass and sitting close to her, “sometimes two people click right from the start. I had a premonition of that when I first spotted you on the bench.”

Audrey smiled sweetly without responding and did not start at the touch to her knee.

“It’s a rare thing, of course,” Melanie continued with a hand fully on the girl’s lower thigh. “It would be just wonderful if you felt the same way.”

“I’m glad I met you, Melanie,” Audrey murmured. “I know what you mean.”

“You do?” She put her glass on a side table. “Does it make you nervous? Some friendships can become quite intense, you know, but they’re often very beautiful.”

“Like you,” Melanie whispered shyly.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” She took Audrey’s glass, placed it beside her own and squirmed closer. “But you are absolutely exquisite!’ she gushed, palming the girl’s cheek and advancing her lips. “A person would die to kiss your pretty face.”

Audrey responded to the sudden kiss with calculated slowness, touching Melanie’s shoulder lightly and eventually allowing her own tongue to emerge. When she felt a hand on her breast she decided to become more passionate, but not as much as her partner.

Melanie was ecstatic at the girl’s acceptance of intimacy. She broke the kiss and embraced the lovely blonde. “Do you think I’m being awful, darling? We’re alone. No one will be home for the entire weekend.”

Audrey tongued the young woman’s neck and with two fingers touched a large breast. “That’s good. It would only be awful if somebody caught us.”

“Oh, darling!” Melanie exclaimed and kissed the girl fiercely for a moment. She then cuddled the smaller girl and toyed with her breast. “You don’t wear a bra,” she observed.

“I don’t need one.”

“You’re so dainty!” She fumbled with a blouse button. “Do you mind? I simply must see them. I bet you have rosy nipples.”

They stared at each other, Audrey with a serene smile, as Melanie removed the blouse.

“You’re so precious!” the older girl exclaimed when it was off. “Everything is in such beautiful proportion, but small like a ninth grader.”

“You don’t think I’m skinny?” Audrey was well aware of her youthful beauty.

“Oh, no, darling!” She fondled a small breast and kissed the girl excitedly. “I’ll bet you’re this lovely all over! I want to eat you up!”

“Are you sure no one will catch us?” Audrey asked in seeming nervousness.

“No! No! I won’t even answer the phone, if it rings.”

She stood and pulled the younger girl up with her. “Let’s go into the bedroom. We’ll be more comfortable there.”

Melanie placed an arm around the girl’s shoulders, and Audrey clung to the woman’s waist in a gesture of total submission. They moved awkwardly to the bedroom. Melanie could not believe her good fortune. Audrey, who suppressed an urge to laugh, looked forward to a certain orgasm.

* * *

“My god! You’re a living doll!”

Melanie gazed at the lovely girl who lay naked on the bed. The small blonde had exquisite, slender legs and a light brown bush, neatly trimmed. Audrey bit her lower lip for calculated effect. She knew she was a picture of virginal innocence. Her Uncle Jake had told her so earlier that summer.

When Melanie, equally naked, climbed onto the bed, she immediately began exploring the girl’s body with her mouth, starting with the lips. In a frenzy she suckled roseate nipples, tongued the belly button, and nibbled on sleek thighs. She licked and sucked the prominent clit as if it were a sacred object. She was surprised — and disappointed — to find that she could easily slip a finger, then two into the squirming girl.

Audrey did not fake her response. After a few moments she started panting rapidly, then emitted a whining cry while seizing Melanie’s raven hair. The older one rested with cheek pressed against a soft thigh. Soon, she slowly climbed atop intending to rub herself to pleasure against the girl’s knee. But Audrey had something else in mind.

“Let me do this right,” she said boldly and pushed at the older girl until they lay side by side. Without further preamble she went down on the brunette and found the lush, dark bush moist from excitement. She licked and nibbled expertly, causing Melanie to moan aloud. She inserted a finger, then two, then three. With all five pressed together she penetrated to the knuckles and continued pushing.

“My god! Darling! What are you doing!” the brunette cried, then began whimpering out of control in ecstasy as her lover, still licking the clit, forced the hand into her up to the wrist.

Afterwards Audrey lay close to her partner and watched composure return. “This was not my first time, Melanie,” she said, fondling a large breast.

“Christ! That’s obvious. You’ve been playing with me!”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh, darling! I’ve never felt anything like that before. I didn’t really enjoy it, though, until I came. But that was fantastic!”

Audrey snuggled against her lover. “I learned about that from a video.”

“Were you in it? You’re quite an actress.”

“Do you prefer innocent little girls, Melanie? I’m afraid I won’t be able to trick you again, though we can play at it, if you like.”

Melanie embraced her. “I’ve only had grown women before, since my first time three years ago. I was seduced by Bridget, who is not as wicked as you.”

“Were you a virgin?”

“Only in that way. I had my first boy when I was sixteen.”

“But you didn’t answer my question. Are you turned on by young girls?”

“Hah! After this experience I’ll be wary of them.”

“You seemed to enjoy seducing me.”

“I have to admit it, but I knew you were legal. I don’t prey on children.”

“Until you I’ve only had girls younger than I,” Audrey said. “The first one was twelve. I was fourteen at the time.”

“That’s a sweet image — two virgin girls making love.”

“I wasn’t a virgin. I had let a guy do me the year before.”

“My god, Melanie! Do you have a portrait in your attic like Dorian Grey?”

“Sex doesn’t wear you out. Besides, I’ve only had four guys,” she lied. “I stayed with the last one throughout high school.”

“Only four? At least I beat you on that score.”

“You must keep busy.”

Melanie remained silent, fearing to reveal her awful secret. Then, inexplicably, she changed her mind. “I sometimes do it for money,” she whispered.

Audrey leaned on an elbow to look down at her. “You’re a whore?”

“That’s an ugly word! I don’t hang out next to lampposts. I only do it part time. Bridget arranges it.”

Audrey was fascinated. “How often?”

“Usually twice a week. They’re all very rich men. I make good money.”

“How much?”

“Five hundred dollars a session, more depending on the time I spend. Bridget keeps half.”

Audrey lay silently in thought. Assuming the worst, Melanie rolled away from the girl. “You must think I’m terrible.”

“Then why did you tell me?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t. I suppose I didn’t want you to find out later. I want to keep you as a friend.”

Audrey placed an arm over the young woman and kissed her shoulder. “It doesn’t make any difference. Like you said earlier, something clicked between us.”

Melanie turned to her. They kissed passionately, and for the next half hour they pleasured each other mutually and in turn.

Later, while Melanie went to the bathroom, Audrey thought about her friend’s revelation. She was convinced that she could also do that kind of work. She certainly needed the money.

“I suppose your clients are old, fat men,” she said when Melanie returned to the bedroom and lay beside her.

“Most of them, but I don’t do it for my own pleasure. I deliver a special service. I have to be graceful and chipper, even if I have a toothache.”

“I’d call in sick.”

Melanie laughed but quickly sobered. “You aren’t thinking about this!”

“Is there an opening?”

“Are men horny? You should consider this carefully, Audrey. Bridget restricts her clientele, so the guys are safe, but it’s not fun work.”

“Hah! I was planning to work my way through college. This would take only a few hours a week and I’d get paid a lot more than I expected.”

Melanie fondled a small breast. “That’s true. Bridget will charge a premium for you.” She hesitated. “But there’s one thing. I hope you don’t get angry.”

“What is it?”

“Bridget will pay me a finder’s fee. Do you mind?”

“Not if you share it with me.”

Melanie rolled atop her. “You are a mean little woman!”

They giggled like schoolgirls.

* * *

“That should do it,” Melanie said after fussing with Audrey’s ponytail.

The younger girl stood before the long mirror to assess the costume. It consisted of a blue tartan skirt that was a bit too short, as though she had outgrown it over the preceding few months; a white blouse with a narrow tie beneath an open light gray sweater that concealed her modest breasts. White anklets and black loafers accentuated her young calves.

“With your cute face and slight body,” the older one continued, “you could pass for a junior high girl now. And I know you can act.”

Audrey mugged the mirror, biting her lower lip with a nervous expression.

“Perfect!” Melanie exclaimed and hugged the girl from behind. “Bridget is very selective about the girls she takes on, but I think you’re a shoo-in.”

They descended via the elevator. At the first floor it opened to an expansive parlor with marble columns.

“So this is your candidate,” said a woman in her forties with auburn hair who rose from a couch. She approached with a critical eye. Audrey was impressed. The woman was tastefully dressed at great expense and was stunningly beautiful. Audrey assumed a pigeon-toed stance and looked aside shyly.

The hostess laughed. “Melanie tells me you’re a great actress, but don’t overdo it.” With a hand on the girl’s shoulder she urged her to turn about. “Very nice,” she said to herself. She lifted the skirt to see lovely thighs and white panties. Then she palmed a breast. “You’ll obviously do physically and in overall appearance. The question remains whether you have the spirit for this job.”

“I hope you give me a chance, ma’am.” Audrey said in a voice that was a perfect imitation of a very young teen.

“Splendid!” the woman exclaimed. “And indeed I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself. But only one.” She suddenly kissed her with hands on the narrow shoulders. She stood back and nodded. “You should tighten your lips a bit more on the first kiss.”

Melanie spoke up eagerly. “You’re going to try her out?”

“Of course I am. Our friend from Munich is in town tomorrow. He always wants a surprise, as you know.” She turned to the younger girl. “You’ll accompany us to dinner tomorrow evening. Come dressed as you are now. You’ll play my daughter, and afterwards our gentleman friend will seduce you.”

In her normal voice Audrey asked, “Will he think I’m really young?”

Bridget laughed. “You are young, little one. No. He’ll pretend you’re a schoolgirl but know better. I never put my clients at risk. I assume you suck. Are you willing to take squirts in the mouth?”

Audrey nodded.

“What about swallowing?”

She shrugged her shoulders.

“I see. You’re ambivalent about that. Anal?”

“No! I tried that once and almost died.”

Bridget smiled. “I feel the same way. I’ll include this information in your file. I always inform our clients beforehand about such reservations.” She turned to leave. “Be here at seven,” she said over her shoulder.

“You’re in, sweetie!” Melanie exclaimed. “I’ve had this German guy. He’ll paw you and his kisses are sloppy. If he drinks a bit too much, he’ll fall asleep after you blow him. You might not even get undressed.”

“What’s his name?”

* * *

“ Berthold Graf von Schaffhausen, I’d like you meet my daughter, Audrey. Please forgive the way she’s attired. She stayed late at school, and I just picked her up.”

“I so very pleased to meet you, Liebchen,” the bear-like man said in a heavy accent, taking the girl’s hand and leering at her.

They left the house together to enter a stretch limousine whose chauffeur held the door open. Audrey sat between the two.

“Mommie says you’re an aristocrat,” she said in her little girl tone.

The man’s belly bounced when he laughed. “Ja, Schatze, but that doesn’t count for much today. It’s all business now.” He placed a hand on her exposed thigh. She moved the leg shyly. “She’s adorable, Bridget, just adorable. I don’t think we’ll linger over dinner.”

It was hardly seduction. Throughout the meal von Schaffhausen groped Audrey in a booth that was secluded from the rest of the posh dinning room. Bridget pretended not to notice and maintained a polite conversation with him as he fingered the girl’s crotch. The man consumed two bottles of wine and was unsteady on his feet when they reached his hotel suite. Bridget retired to a bedroom leaving them alone on the couch. Audrey could not understand his fawning words, half in German, through his accent and slurred speech, though his admiration for her youthful freshness was only too apparent. His kisses were indeed sloppy and he slobbered a bare breast after he undid her blouse, snapping a button in the process. With the hand down her panties two fingers penetrated her repeatedly. At last he leaned back to unzip his fly and pull forth a half erect penis, urging her down to it with a hand on the back of her golden head. She blew him, receiving just a modest discharge, which she spat on the nearby cushion as his head lolled on the backrest.

Bridget peeked into the room and entered when she saw the man half-asleep. “Let’s get him to bed,” she said

He staggered between them and plopped face down on the mattress when they reached the bedroom.

“Roll him over. We have to undress him.”

Audrey assisted the woman, soon leaving the man naked. His gross, hairy body was as appealing as a cadaver.

“That’s it. We’re finished now,” the woman announced. “He’ll wake up thinking he screwed you. It’s amazing how some men will spend eight hundred dollars.”

“Did he pay you at the house?”

She laughed. “I don’t run that kind of business. I’ll bill him.” She drew the girl into a close embrace. “You have the job, Audrey. I’ll pay you for this session when we get back.” She played with the flaxen pony tail. “You’re off duty now, darling,” she murmured. “Do you want to take a shower before we leave? I’d love to wash you.”

The girl wanted it. After caresses in the shower they used the second bedroom where they pleasured each other to fulfilling orgasms — and then again.

* * *

“I can’t believe all this money!” Audrey squealed and threw a handful of hundred dollar bills into the air. She quickly stooped to gather them from Melanie’s carpet.

The older girl pouted. “I should be angry, you know. I have to share my finder’s fee with you and then you’re paid more for each date.”

“Well, I think I’ve earned it. I’m the one you found, and that German last night was absolutely gross.”

“On top of it you got to have sex with Bridget. She hasn’t slept with me in months.

“She has a marvelous technique.”

“I know. Did you fist her?”

“No. She slapped my hand when I tried. She’s really very proper for someone in her profession.”

“Our profession, Audrey. You’re one of us now.”

“Only part time. I told Bridget I won’t be free until the weekend. She asked me to be ready for a new client, someone who wants a little girl.”

Melanie sneered. “Will you wear diapers?”

“I don’t care as long as I get paid. Do you want to go shopping?”

* * *

Bridget was in a hurry. “He’s upstairs in our second floor parlor, Audrey. You didn’t need to dress in your school girl outfit.”

Audrey did not understand. She had been told the client wanted a little girl. She climbed the staircase to the second floor and entered the parlor after a quick knock. A short man stood at the bar facing away from her. When he turned she was surprised at his age, no more than thirty.

“You must be Audrey. I’m Tony. You’re the right size, but the costume is unnecessary, however cute.”

He was scarcely taller than she.

She smiled and said in her normal voice, “I’m sorry. I’ll put something else on.”

“Don’t bother. We’ll be undressed soon enough. Will you join me in a drink?”

She accepted a vodka martini, which she intended only to sip without swallowing much. He was a nice looking guy, she thought. It was possible she might enjoy earning her money that evening. They sat together on the couch.

“A colleague of mine recommended this place,” he explained. “It’s supposed to be the finest in North America.”

“Bridget runs a good house.”

“Yes, she does. She also has a keen eye. You are the resident school girl, I take it.”

“Resident? No. I don’t live here. I have a dorm room.”

“Ah, you’re a student at the university. Dad’s on the board.” He grinned, “But I won’t tell him about you.”

Audrey was embarrassed. She had not expected her real world to intrude on her part-time tricking. “Thanks. I’m just working my way through college.”

He laughed. “Well put! And I know it must be more rewarding than waiting tables. Well, I for one am thankful for it. You’re a very lovely girl and quite convincing in your garb.” He lifted the skirt to peer at her fresh, slender legs.

“I’m an adult, Tony.”

“Yes, I’m sure you are, if only under the wire. I must tell you, Audrey, that while I came here for sex, I did not expect such an arousing girl as you. Please, stand up and take off your clothes.”

She did so slowly, posing with the removal of each item, giving him time to remove his own attire as he sat before her. She noted his well proportion body with silent approval and admired the erect penis, of which even a larger man could have been proud. They were soon naked. She leaned forward, covering him with arms resting against the back of the couch. He suckled a breast greedily, then pulled her onto his lap.

“I need some quick relief!” he exclaimed, rubbing his hands and face against her.

She slipped to the floor between his legs and immediately took the impressive penis into her mouth. She worked with dedication and after a minute was rewarded with thick spurts, the first of which caught her unawares, almost causing her to choke.

He sighed mightily. “That should keep me calm for a little while.” Touching her pursed lips with a finger, he asked. “Do you want to spit that out or wash it down?”

She swallowed, then accepted the martini glass he offered, draining it in a gulp.

He stood. “Are you hungry? Bridget has prepared a fine spread for us.”

She got to her feet and joined him at the bar where she rejected the caviar but nibbled on shrimp. He fixed another martini for her.

“Are all Bridget’s employees as fine as you?” he asked, stoking her upper arm, then running the back of his hand across a breast.

“I’m new here. I’ve really only met one other girl, and I think she’s exquisite. She’s tall, though, so you might not appreciate her.”

He pinched a nipple gently, then drew her to him. “Large women intimidate me.” After putting aside his glass, he began to move in a slow dance step with his hands on her buttocks. “I’ve never had a girl so lovely,” he murmured in her ear, “and to think I’ve found you in a place like this.”

“There’s no hassle here Tony. We get straight to business without the bother of courtship.”

They wandered back to the couch. “Kneel down. I’m in the mood again.” She knelt intending to blow him. “No, I want to do it doggie style,” he informed her.

With cheek on a cushion she offered her behind. Her dryness required him to ease his penis in with slight back forth thrusts until he was finally embedded with hands on her waist. She had not had a man inside her since Uncle Jake earlier in the summer, and it felt good. But she knew she would not attain a climax with the stranger. She relaxed and let him enjoy it. He soon came, grunting.

“You don’t pretend, do you?” he said after withdrawing.

“I know how to fake it, Tony. I can even talk dirty for you. But I didn’t think you wanted that.”

“You’re right, I guess.” He touched her wet thigh. “You’re leaking. Let’s take a shower. Then we can go into the next room and lie on the bed. I have one more shot in me.”

“Do you want me to fake it the next time?”

He thought for a moment. “Yes. But don’t overdo it. Make noises that would come to you naturally if you were with someone special.”

Twenty minutes later, as he banged her, she thought of Uncle Jake and cried out convincingly.

* * *

“It’s boring being a whore,” Audrey complained two months later. “I’ve had a couple dozen guys since I started and not a minute of fun.”

“I warned you,” her friend said. “This is just a well-paying job.”

They were in Melanie’s car, driving out of town to observe the high color of autumn.

“I know that, and I’m saving my money. But it’d be more interesting if the clients really thought I was fourteen. As it is, they spend a couple of minutes in fantasy land, then they screw me like any other whore.”

“It’s the same with me, Audrey. I dress up like a young socialite and the guys pretend for a moment that they’ve really scored big. Then they have their pleasure, knowing I’m a pro.”

“But I’d like to trick a guy, someone who gets excited about getting it on with what he thinks is a real school girl. Now that would be fun.”

“You did something like that to me the first time.”

“I had a ball! You were all a-flutter thinking you had a simple, virgin girl from the sticks.”

“That was cruel, Audrey.”

“But you enjoyed it.”

“Until you fisted me. Then I felt stupid.”

They drove for a while in silence before Audrey spoke up again. “It would have to be a guy who wouldn’t expect a relationship, who wouldn’t bother me after screwing once.”

“That limits the choice to someone older and married or a boy,” her friend suggested.

“A boy. I’m tired of old farts. But he shouldn’t be too young. I want him to think he’s screwing a kid. He has to feel he’s doing something bad.”

“You’re weird sometimes, Audrey. What do you expect to gain from that?”

“Adventure! Besides, I love tricking people.”

“Yes, I know. You should become an actress.”

“I’m going to be a doctor. But until then I’ll play the little girl role for as long as I can get away with it.”

“Where are you going to find this boy? You don’t want to look too close to home.”

“You’re right. What about here?”

The car passed a country school beside which two teams played football in front of a scraggly crowd.

“You want to stop?”

“Yeah. Let’s see what we can find.”

Melanie pulled the car to the shoulder. When traffic cleared she did a U-turn and drove back to a parking area next to the school where they immediately spotted a boy standing by himself. He was a little taller than Melanie, and like her had dark black hair and a pale face. The sullen expression suggested a loner. He was a good-looking boy of sixteen or seventeen. Melanie, finding him very attractive, decided to join Audrey’s game.

“Who are you rooting for?” she asked him after walking up.

He turned quickly and stared at both females in turn. “I don’t really care who wins. Who are you?”

“I’m Melanie. I go to the university.” She nodded her head toward her companion. “This is my niece Audrey. I’m showing her the country side.”

The boy assayed the small blonde, who with scrunched shoulders and teeth on lower lip appeared to be a shy thirteen year old.

“I’m Sean,” the boy said. “I don’t know which team is which. I just moved in and don’t know anybody.”

“Then you wouldn’t be able to show us any of the interesting places around here.” Melanie sounded disappointed.

Sean shrugged. “I’ve found a few in the past couple of weeks. They’re not really interesting, though, just old, abandoned buildings.”

“That would be perfect!” Melanie exclaimed. “I’m studying American architecture. But we wouldn’t want to pull you away from the game.”

“I don’t care about it.” His eyes were on the older girl, and he wondered what she was really up to.

He readily went with them to the car. After a short drive he pointed at an obviously vacant farmhouse. The barn roof was partially collapsed. Melanie rejected that one, because there were other houses nearby. She was looking for something more secluded.

“That’s just an ordinary place,” she said to the boy in the back seat. “Do you know of others?”

“Yeah. There’s a mill. It must be over one hundred years old, but it’s off the highway.”

He directed them along a back road, then an unpaved one for a mile or so through the woods. They pulled onto a grassy track and stopped next to a stream beside which was the dilapidated mill. The girls winked at each other. It was the perfect spot. After a brief inspection of the ruins they reached a small clearing above the stream. Sean started when Melanie took hold of his hand.

“Do many people come here?” she asked. “It’s seems so private, like a perfect place to make out.”

The boy became visibly nervous. “Make out?”

She put a caressing hand on his chest. “Sure. Wouldn’t you like to do that? I know I would.”

“But, but what about the little girl?” he stammered, nodding at Audrey who stood twenty yards away tossing stones into the water. “She’ll see us!”

“She’d like to do it too. She’s done it once before, last month, and I’ve told her it will feel better the next time.”

“But she’s just a kid!”

“She’s almost fourteen, Sean. That’s old enough.”

“I’ll get in trouble!”

“She’s on the pill. We both are. And we don’t live around here. How about it?”

The boy was speechless, but his hormones spoke for him. With trembling fingertips he touched a breast as though for the first time.

She embraced him. “Are you a virgin, Sean?”

“I’ve done it once before with a girl at my old school we called Big Betty.”

He kissed her wildly as she cupped his groin to find a promising hardness.

“I’m sure we’ll be more fun than a fat girl,” she whispered in his ear.

“You’re beautiful!”

“What about Audrey? Don’t you think she’s cute?”

“Yeah. But she’s just a kid.”

“As I’ve said, she’s old enough, and she really wants to try it again.”

She stepped back and pulled her T-shirt off. “Get undressed,” she urged him, reaching behind to undo the bra.

“She’ll see us,” he whined but hurried to remove his own clothing.

They were quickly naked. He grasped her and squeezed a large breast, anxiously looking over her shoulder at Audrey, who, fully clothed, stared back from the near distance.

The nude couple kissed passionately. “Did Big Betty suck on you?” Melanie asked into his ear. Breathing hard, he shook his head against hers.

“Audrey!” she called. “Come over here.” She pressed her cheek to the boy’s. “I’ve told her how much fun it is to suck a guy. She’s never done it.” He quivered in her arms. Melanie stepped back when the girl arrived.

“Wow, Aunt Mel, that’s really big!” the blonde exclaimed, staring at a six inch penis of ordinary girth. She knelt before the quaking boy.

He gasped when she touched his member. “She’s really going to do it!”

“Be careful with your teeth, Audrey,” the older girl advised. “Remember what I taught you.”

“But, Aunt Mel. It’s so much bigger than the banana we practiced on.”

Audrey gave the boy a professional blowjob, one hand resting on a hairless thigh and the other grasping the penis. Within a minute, crying out, he clutched the girl’s golden ponytail and spewed into her mouth. She sat back on her heels, wiped her mouth and swallowed.

“Is it my turn now?” she asked, looking up at Melanie, who stood with an arm around the boy and hand stroking his sleek chest.

“Get undressed. I’m going to have him first.”

“But you promised!” the girl whined.

“Do as I say!” the older one barked. “Sean has enough for both of us.”

The boy had not lost his erection. Audrey watched as they lowered themselves to the grass to begin screwing in the missionary position. She was slightly annoyed at Melanie for taking charge of their catch, but she was confident that the young guy was good for a number of shots before he became exhausted. She undressed just a few feet away from their thrusting bodies. Melanie was not faking it, she knew. Both of her orgasmic cries were genuine.

After yelping with body pressed tightly to his partner, Sean rolled off. He looked up at the naked blonde who bit the corner of her lower lip. Her mature bush reassured him only partially. She was gorgeous, but still just a kid.

“You’ll have to wait a few minutes, darling,” Melanie said. “Lie down with him and snuggle until he’s hard again.”

Audrey did so. When she kissed his lips he detected a strange odor, then realized that it was from his own discharge into her mouth. He did not mind it and kissed back with hands roaming over the girl’s much slighter body, fingertips examining the narrow shoulders, immature tits and soft, slender thighs. She gazed at him with an anxious expression on her adorable face. He was about to fuck a child, he thought, but Christ, what a beautiful one!

He was soon ready. He climbed atop her and wriggled into the tightness. She hugged his back and responded to the vigorous thrusts, exultant at her successful role-playing, but soon relishing the physical experience even more. They screwed for many long minutes, during which three powerful orgasms caused her to cry out with increasing loudness. She became exhausted and was relieved when he eventually spewed into her.

* * *

Sean had agreed to meet them every other weekend. He could scarcely believe his good fortune. Melanie even promised to pay for a motel room when the weather turned bad. He felt especially fond of the kid. She was only three years younger than he.

“Are you satisfied?” Melanie asked her friend after dropping the boy off.

“Of course. And I know you are too.”

“It was a busman’s holiday, Audrey, but I agree it was delightful.”

“Yeah. I forgot I was a whore for a while.”

“It’s only part time, darling. I’ll be quitting in a few months, after I graduate.”

“I’m not sure I’ll continue tricking until graduation, Mel. Let me copy Sean’s phone number in case you lose it. He’s the finest boy I’ve ever had.”

* * *

“Don’t cut me!”

Audrey leaned up on the bed to watch Bridget carefully stroke her soapy groin with a straight edge razor.

“Relax, darling. I’m an expert at this. I’ll have you smooth as a baby in no time.”

“You’re probably right about that,” Melanie remarked. “Her hair’s so soft. Whenever I shave you can always tell.”

“The john better pay extra for this,” the small blonde groused.

Bridget paused in her effort. “We don’t call our clients johns, Audrey, and you will get a bonus for the trouble.”

“How will I explain this to Sean?” the girl asked the brunette, who sat beside her and fondled a dainty breast.

“We’ll think of something. He might like it. You’ll still be smooth tomorrow.”

“Then it’ll start itching!”

“You’ve done this before?”

“Yeah, once, for my Uncle Jake.”

For several minutes they watched in silence until Bridget finished the job and wiped the shaved area with a damp cloth.

“There!” the eldest exclaimed, standing back to examine her work. “Now you can pass for a twelve year old.”

Melanie leaned down for a close look. “If your boobs were even smaller, maybe even eleven. You have the face for it.” She kissed the bare labia.

“No time for that, girls,” Bridget objected. “The client will be here in an hour. I have a new skirt for you, Audrey. It’s a bit shorter than the other one and suggests you’ve just experienced a growth spurt.”

The small blonde lifted her butt to help the eldest remove the towel. “I’m supposed to go into the room, sit on his lap and call him daddy?”

“That’s right, darling. He’ll play with you for a while, and you’re supposed to resist, but not much. Remember to cry in pain when he sticks it in.”

Audrey looked at her friend. “I won’t be long. The script says I run bawling from the room after he comes.”

“Wonderful! Then we can have the rest of the evening to ourselves.”

“Yeah. And Sean tomorrow.”

* * *

“You’ve never gone down on a girl? But Sean, she shaved herself just for you.”

The three of them were naked in a large motel suite with two beds. Rain pelted the window.

“She looks like a baby. Besides, it’s supposed to smell like rotten fish.”

He sat on the side of the bed with a hand on Audrey’s calf. Melanie stood close.

“You know better than that,” the brunette remarked. She pulled his face to her bush. “Take a sniff.”

The boy did not resist, even when she parted her lips to expose her clit hood. “Lick on it,” she said. “Nibble and suck gently.” He complied after a moment’s hesitation. She ran fingers through his dark hair and gasped. “God! Sean! You’re a natural!”

“Hey! He’s supposed to be doing me,” the younger girl called from the bed.

“Let him practice on me first, darling,” her friend said.

She backed to the other bed and reclined on it, one leg extended to the floor. Sean went to his knees to continue the novel sport. The woman’s wild response thrilled him. She writhed and moaned, finally gasping a cry. “Stop now!” He was atop her in an instant, fucking frenetically for his own pleasure.

“That’s not fair!” Audrey complained again. She scrambled from her bed to kneel close to the others’ juncture. “I want the squirt,” she insisted, holding her mouth open.

Very soon the boy withdrew jerkily and turned to the waiting girl, his first, thick spurt missing the mouth and splattering her cheek. But the youngster had plenty left, and the next shot hit the mark. He continued coming, coating her tongue and generally smearing the cute face until she engulfed the cock to suck out the last dribbles.

Melanie gaped at the mess. “God! Where did all that come from?”

Sean grinned. “I’ve been saving it for you. I haven’t whacked off in a week.”

Audrey, having released the cock, pursed her lips and swallowed. Then she extended her tongue to lick away a dollop at the edge of her mouth. She stood.

“I’ll go wash my face. It’s my turn next.”

She returned after a moment and bounced onto the bed, lying flat with beautiful legs straight out. Sean stared, troubled yet excited. He imagined his kid sister must look like that when naked. Although attempting to suppress that thought, he deliberately avoided looking at the girl’s face. He stroked a slender thigh, touched the bare crack, and fondled a small tit. He leaned down with a thrill of delicious guilt and tongued the belly button. In a delirium he ate out the smooth, bald pussy, continuing through her orgasm until she complained.

“Turn around,” he said without raising his head. “Get on your knees.”

She obliged him with a raised butt. He penetrated her from behind, and with hands on narrow hips fucked the girl thinking illicit thoughts.

Afterwards, with her cuddled to him, he felt a special affection for the small blonde. She was not at all like his sister, of course, and he suspected she was not so young as Melanie has claimed.

The latter, fingering herself idly on the other bed, gazed at the beautiful couple, and decided to do what she had been thinking about for the past few days. She rose and retrieved a small tube of Vaseline from her purse. She sat on the bed where Audrey dozed in the boy’s arms.

“I want you to do something special for me,” she whispered to him.

He understood exactly what the lovely woman desired when she squeezed some grease on his cock and began to message it. He nodded to her. He had done it once before, with a buddy when they were both twelve. He didn’t realize that girls enjoyed it too. He rose with Melanie from the bed without disturbing the sleeping girl, and with slick cock newly hard reclined with the woman on the other bed. She lay on her stomach with legs spread. His only preamble was to caress a shapely, mature thigh. Then he positioned himself atop her and probed for the hole with his knob. She gasped when it popped through, but remained still as he penetrated her fully. He relished the feel of her butt flesh against his abdomen. As she diddled with a hand beneath her body, he fucked her in short, slow strokes. She became excited, and when she neared climax, shouted, “Harder!” He banged her until the orgasmic cries became whimpers. He withdrew without coming, knowing there would be sufficient pleasure for him that afternoon.

“What did it feel like, Mel?” Audrey asked from the other bed.

“It was a treat this time, darling. I’ve only done it, ah, once before.” She had almost said “with johns before.”

“Well, I’d never do it!”

“Sometimes it’s a rush,” said the brunette, adding archly, “You ought to try it. You might like it.”

“I’ll never ask you to do that, Audrey,” Sean stated with sincerity. “I better go take a shower. I suppose I’m stinky.”

“I’ll wash you, Sean,” the blonde said in a fawning, little girl voice. “Then we can go get something to eat.”

* * *

Melanie watched the young couple play touching games as they sat in a restaurant booth waiting for their meal. Their intimacy would hardly cause a scandal, she thought, because the boy’s face, which had not yet felt a razor, looked sufficiently young. Audrey left to go to the restroom. Sean leaned on the table.

“She’s not really thirteen, is she?”

Melanie was unsurprised by his suspicion. The girl’s charade was not flawless, especially for the boy, who had a keen interest in her. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m not stupid. I notice things. Some of the words she uses, for example.”

“I thought she pleased you, Sean. Why cause trouble?”

“Because I like her a lot. If she was older, we could go steady.”

Melanie feigned a pout. “But what about me? Don’t I please you too?”

He hunched his shoulders sheepishly. “It’s weird having two girls.”

“Most guys your age are lucky to have even one as ready as Audrey and I. Don’t ruin it for yourself by asking too many questions.”

He studied the brunette’s beautiful face and knew he was right about the girl. She was probably fifteen and playing some game he didn’t understand. But Melanie was correct, he acknowledged. He didn’t want to lose them by being nosy. He realized how lucky he was.

Melanie patted his hand. “Was it difficult not jacking off for a week?”

“Christ, yes! But it helped having a wet dream a couple nights back.”

She chuckled. “Did you dream of Audrey?”

“Yeah. I really like her. But you were in it too.”

“Which one of us made you come?”

He blushed. “Both of you together.”

Later, after the three of them returned to the motel, Sean and Melanie adored the girl’s slight body with lips, tongues and fingers, as she lay naked on the bed. Multiple orgasms exhausted the pretty blonde and she finally begged them to stop. She then watched as they screwed on the other bed for endless minutes in the missionary position. When their session ended, as the sky grew dim, it was her turn again. Impaled on his cock she leaned down in his arms and they whispered love words for the first time.

* * *

“I’ve never felt like this before,” Audrey complained. She had just returned from a trick in which she had sat on an old fart’s cock after he took off the school girl uniform and slobbered her body. “It’s something like the way it was with Uncle Jake, but much worse.”

Melanie smiled. “You’re in love, darling.”

“I know that! But why does it make me feel so rotten?”

The brunette sighed. “I suppose you feel guilty about the way you earn money. Look on the bright side. Sean loves you in return, even though he was pissed when you admitted your true age.”

“He doesn’t like lying. What if he finds out I’m a whore?”

“Maybe you should quit and live like an ordinary college girl.”

“But I need the money!”

Melanie shrugged. “It’s up to you, sweetie. I’m out of here in four months, and I’ll forget it ever happened.”

“Christ, Mel! I don’t know what to do. I’d like to marry the guy.”

Her friend laughed. “He’s only sixteen!”

“Yeah, and I’m only eighteen. We could wait a few years, but he’s the one I want. Will you drive me out to see him tonight? I called and he said he’d wait for me.”

“Why don’t you learn how to drive?”

“I’m too small. I can only peep over the steering wheel.”

As usual they picked up Sean on a side street illuminated by a single, dim light. Audrey climbed into the back seat with him. Melanie drove off to sighs of passion behind her.

“Do you want to go to a motel?” she asked.

“No, thanks,” the boy responded. “I have family visiting from out of town and have to get back.”

“Not right away?’ Audrey sounded disappointed.

Melanie did not hear the reply that was muffled by kissing. She turned onto the interstate and drove at seventy miles an hour while the kids in back had sex. In the rearview mirror she saw her friend upon Sean, bouncing up and down, eventually crying out. Remembering fondly the feel of the boy’s cock in three orifices, she resented being left out. She diddled herself as she drove, climaxing dangerously as she passed a semi. The truck driver, seeing the back seat action, tooted in celebration.

Later, they stopped at a Burger King. After going through the line and getting their stuff, they sat in a booth.

Melanie, not acting, leaned on the boy in total submission. He looked seriously into Melanie’s face. “Will you drive us to Chicago?” he asked.

“Chicago! That’s three hundred miles from here!”

“We want to run away,” the small blonde spoke up.

“From what? You’re talking stupid!”

“I want to marry her,” the boy declared.

“You’re only sixteen!

“I’ll be seventeen soon. If I can join the army then, why can’t I get married?”

“Audrey! You want to become a doctor!”

The little one shrunk against the boy. “I know,” she said. “I’ll still do it, but we want to live together.”

“Don’t you get enough of him? I’ll drive you out whenever you want. You know that. We could even rent a place for ourselves.”

“This is just for Sean and me!” Audrey burst out.

Melanie looked at the boy and found no consolation in his stern expression. “I’m not driving you to Chicago,” she said. “Do what you want, but I suggest you return to town with me. You have to think this through.”

“Maybe she’s right Audrey,” Sean remarked. “We should make some plans.”

The blonde sniffed. “Yeah. I have to get my money from the bank anyway.”

By the next morning Melanie had convinced her friend to wait at least until the semester was over so that she would not lose the course credits. For the following three weeks, though, she was enlisted as chauffeur for repeated trips to visit Sean. The girl refused to let her join them in the various motel rooms, and she spent a lot of time drinking coffee in restaurants while the young couple made love.

* * *

“You’re going to enjoy this, boy. It’ll be a coming out experience for you.”

“But I’m not a virgin, Uncle Frank. I have a girl and we love each other.”

“Puppy love, Sean! That’s all it is. At your age only sex counts, and tonight you get to enjoy some real high-class whores. They’ll do things for you that you’ve never imagined.”

The boy did not want to accompany his uncle to the whore house, although he was assured that it was the finest in America — “outside of Congress”, the older man had added with a laugh. But his father, who knew of the plans, had urged him to humor the brother, who was extremely rich and could provide for his future after college.

“I’ve never been to this one,” Frank said as they drove through a horrid winter storm, “but I’ve heard guys mention it even in Seattle. I’ve arranged for two girls. We’ll switch off. You can have more, if you like. It’s your birthday.”

Sean, who did not look forward to the excursion, remained silent. He already had the only girl he would ever want, and he doubted he would be able to get it up for a filthy whore.

When they arrived at the place a couple blocks away from the university campus, tree limbs hung heavily with encrusted ice. Frank slipped and almost fell on the stairs of the tall house. They were greeted at the door by an elegant, beautiful woman who hurried them inside.

“Such a nasty storm,” she remarked, taking their coats.

“Hardly a bother, considering the rewards we expect. I’m Frank Coltrane, and this is my nephew Sean. We’re celebrating his eighteenth birthday.”

Bridget scrutinized the fresh-cheeked boy and doubted he was that old. But she had checked up on Coltrane and learned that he was a millionaire software magnate. She would not inquire further or enforce her rule about underage clients. Instead she was gracious.

“It must have been a harrowing trip to reach us, Mr. Coltrane. May I get you a drink and some hors d’ouevres. The girls will be ready shortly.”

“Yes. A couple of vodkas, if you don’t mind.”

“I’ll bring a Coke for the young man,” she responded pointedly.

The woman and the parlor they stood in impressed Sean. He had assumed that whorehouses were grimy and reeked of cheap perfume. The scene also pleased his uncle.

“You know,” Frank said after the woman went to a side table, “if that’s the madam, we’re in for a real treat tonight. I’d be satisfied with her.”

“Is this going to take long, Uncle Frank?”

“You disappoint me, boy. Can’t you show more enthusiasm? How about the madam, what’s her name, Bridget? Let’s start out with her. I bet she could show you a thing or two.”

“I’m not interested in her.”

“Not interested! What are you? Queer? She is one fine piece of ass. I’ll get her for you.”

“Please don’t, Uncle Frank!”

The man went over to Bridget at the side table. They talked intensely with frequent glances at the embarrassed boy. The woman was obviously reluctant, but she eventually came over to him with a seductive look on her lovely face.

“Your uncle is very insistent, Sean,” she said, winking as though they shared a secret. “I’ll send him upstairs, then we can talk comfortably.”

Frank, with a glass in hand, soon left the parlor accompanied by a gorgeous blonde girl whom Bridget had summoned.

“Don’t wear yourself out, Sean,” he called. “We have all night with some special beauties.”

The boy could not avoid grinning at Bridget’s wince. She smiled at him. “He’s a bit overpowering, isn’t he?” she said, touching his arm.

“I don’t really want to be here,” Sean said in a hushed voice, although they were alone. “I have a girl and don’t need this.”

“Do you! Then come to my room. We can chat and keep you out of harm’s way.”

Relieved, he went with the beautiful, understanding woman to a door at the far end of the parlor. They entered a room that was both frilly and tasteful, at the far end of which a large bed with posters sat on a dais.

“This is private territory, Sean. You can relax here and even drink.”

“Do you have a beer?”

“Of course.”

She quickly returned with a glass, which she offered as she sat beside him on the couch. “So you have a girl. Tell me about her.”

He squirmed his shoulders. “I’d rather not. She’s really special.”

“One in a million.”

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“You seem to be a very nice guy. She’s a lucky girl.” She placed a hand on his knee. “And you’re also powerfully good looking.”

He stared at the hand that moved lightly onto his thigh.

“I won’t cheat on her!” he stated.

“Of course you wouldn’t, Sean. I can tell you have character. But have you ever thought seriously about what it means to cheat? Getting sexual release while she’s away is not cheating, anymore than eating a breakfast prepared by another woman, especially if you receive it from a professional cook. I don’t cook, Sean, but I’m a pro.” The hand neared his groin. “Masturbation is not cheating,” she whispered. “Let me do it for you.”

The beautiful woman’s nearness — her smell and touch — had caused his cock to become rigid. He accepted her logic and did not protest when she undid his trousers and pulled them down along with the underpants.

“You are a lovely sight, Sean — fully grown and still so fresh.” She looked into his face and winked. “Or perhaps not quite fully grown. You aren’t eighteen, are you?”

He inhaled quickly when she enfolded his throbbing member. “Seventeen today.”

“Happy birthday, Sean.”

She leaned down and engulfed the entire thing, pressing her nose at his pubic bush. He was astonished. Then she began to suck in a way that that was more arousing than anything Audrey or Melanie had ever achieved. A finger wriggled at his butt hole and slowly penetrated. The orgasm was so sudden it caught him almost by surprise. But Bridget was prepared for it. She looked up at him and swallowed. Not a drop had escaped her lips.

She rose, went to a counter and filled a small glass with a clear liquid. After quickly downing it she returned to sit next to him with the odor of spearmint on her breath.

“You have a handsome penis, Sean,” she said, holding it in her hand. “It might even grow a bit more during the next year, although it’s certainly large enough as it is.”

She leaned down to pull off the clothes that gathered at his ankles, then unbuttoned and removed the shirt. He observed with a new smugness when she stood and undressed. The sight of her mature, sumptuous body caused his cock to stir. She pulled him to his feet.

“I haven’t had such a young guy in many years,” she said, guiding him to the bed. “I think I’ll enjoy this, although,” she laughed, “I’ll try to remain professional to allay your guilt feelings.”

“We shouldn’t kiss,” he suggested.

She smiled. “At least not on the lips.”

They snuggled on the bed with Sean’s mouth on a generous tit. She stroked his head and decided to do something very unprofessional; she would let herself go and perhaps experience an orgasm with the lovely boy. A few minutes later he mounted her. She held him lightly in her arms and rubbed her thighs against his sides. He fucked slowly for his own pleasure.

“Don’t come too soon,” she urged him. “Make it last.”

After a moment she asked, “Faster now.”

She felt a sexual thrill warm her body, the first with a man in a very long time. Her breath came in pants. She was going to do it! With return thrusts she quickened the pace. Pleasure overwhelmed her, and she whined in ecstasy.

Sean dismissed her passionate response as an act. He could not understand, however, what was happening to his cock inside her. Something was gripping his knob as he fucked. It was an extraordinary feeling, perhaps a whore’s secret trick, but he lost any ability to resist the orgasm that suddenly caused him to squeak and press tightly to the woman beneath him.

“That was very nice,” the woman remarked as they lay beside each other without touching. “A guy your age should be good for two or three more shots. Let’s go upstairs and join your uncle. He probably has all three of my girls who are on call this evening. They’re very pretty and closer to you in age.”

“Aren’t there any, ah, other guys here?”

“Not tonight, Sean. My other clients canceled because of the weather.”

The lights flickered in the corridor upstairs. And when Bridget opened a door they went off entirely.

“Whoa!” Frank called out. “What’s happened?”

“It’s only the storm,” Bridget answered. “Just a moment. I’ll get some candles.”

“Don’t bother! Let’s play in the dark. Is Sean with you?”

“He’s here beside me. Which one of you girls is closest? Come take this young man before I’m tempted to do him again.”

Sean felt a hand grope him and a sweet voice announce, “Hi, I’m Carrie.” She led him to a bed that was already full. “Make room,” Carrie said cheerfully. “I’ve got a fresh one.”

“Melanie. If you’re free, come join me on the couch,” Bridget called from behind him.

A naked body rose from the bed and brushed past him. Carrie pulled him down on top of her, guiding his penis to a warm snugness. She was extremely soft — not fat, but well padded. He relished the sensation without stroking.

“You’ve got Carrie?” Uncle Frank’s voice came from inches away. “Enjoy. She’s really a pistol. I have one more shot left and I’ve saved it for this cute little girl beside me. Get on top darling. I don’t want to smother you.”

A leg brushed against Sean’s as a girl mounted his uncle. Carrie thrust up at him. “Come on, sweetie. Don’t you like me?” In reply he began to move in and out of the luxuriant body beneath him.

The room was noisy with sexual activity. “You’re a small one!” his uncle exclaimed. The heaving couples rocked the bed. Bridget’s more distant voice was ragged. “Oh, darling! Let’s do each other together.” Before long the uncle groaned in orgasm, and Sean felt a prickle in his knob.

“I’ve got to pee,” Carrie suddenly announced, pushing at him. Reluctantly he lifted up to release her, then rolled onto his back.

“This is paradise, boy,” Uncle Frank said into his ear. “How many times have you come?”

Throat dry from heavy breathing, he croaked, “Twice with Bridget and almost another just now.”

“Hah! I’ve done it three times, and after I rest a while I’ll try it with the madam. You still have two more girls to go. You sound thirsty.”

“I am. Worse, I’m soft. I don’t think I can get it up again.”

“Bullshit! A guy your age should be able to fuck five or six times in a night. Little one,” he said to the girl atop him, “get off and put some life back into this boy. Suck him hard!”

Sean felt the girl reposition herself, and with hands on his hips she engulfed his flaccid penis. She slurped noisily but to good effect, because his member not only became rigid, he soon felt a telltale tingle.

“Oh, Jesus! I’m going to come again!”

“That’s it boy! Splash her face!”

The girl backed away, still holding his cock but freeing her mouth to declare in wonder, “Wow! You sound just like — Ulp!”

She gulped as his first powerful spurt shot through parted lips directly into the back of her throat. Sean’s hand darted down to close over hers and force it to pump out the remainder of his discharge.

In the midst of his orgasm the room flared with the restoration of electrical power.

He had closed his eyes with the pleasure. Blinking in the bright light, he focused on a familiar semen-slimed face, the girl’s mouth open and drooling and blue eyes huge in shock.

“Sean!” she cried with obvious horror.

“Audrey!” he responded, aghast at the sight of her.

Her expression collapsed into an ugly mask of torment. She screamed at full voice, jumped from the bed and rushed into the bathroom, shoving aside the just emerging Carrie, who gaped from the slamming door to her erstwhile partner.

Sean rolled from the bed and stood, his mouth a rictus of astonishment, then rage. He sputtered incoherently at his wide-eyed uncle and glared at Bridget. Melanie cast him a frightened glance before rattling the knob of the locked bathroom to inquire about Audrey, who wailed inconsolably.

Without another word the boy, whose face had gone from white to red and back to white, stumbled out of the room to race downstairs in search of his clothes.

* * *

“You must be Audrey’s Uncle Jake.”

Melanie examined the man, who was of ordinary size but very handsome. He could not have been older than thirty. She closed the door behind him.

“You’re, ah, Melanie?”

“Yes. I’m the one who called. She’s upstairs in bed. She hasn’t left it in three days and is constantly crying. I’m afraid for her.”

The man looked around the front parlor, recognizing a distinctive quality in it.

Melanie nodded. “You’re in a whore house, Jake. That’s the nub of the problem. But I’ll let Audrey explain, if she’ll talk.”

They took the elevator to the third floor. After she showed him the bedroom, he opened the door and entered. The girl inside was weeping as though death were imminent. Jake closed the door, leaving Melanie outside, and hurried to the bed. The distraught girl had rolled into a ball with a pillow held tightly to her face.

“Baby! Don’t be so upset!” he exclaimed while trying to straighten her against fierce resistance.

She rolled onto her stomach with face turned away, bawling, “Now you know it too!”

He climbed onto the bed and sought to pull her into his arms. “It doesn’t matter, darling. I love you too much for that.”

She then turned, still weeping, and clung to him like a drowning person. They held each other for long minutes until she quieted.

“I love you like always, baby. You’ve been naughty before and it never changed my feelings for you.”

“But now I’m a whore!” she wailed.

“That’s not as bad as when you gave it away for free in high school. That really upset me, but I never stopped loving you.”

She turned a teary face to him and returned his kiss passionately. Then she snuggled against his neck. “I loved Sean. We were going to get married before he found me in this whore house.” It was a plaintive voice, but now calmer.

“I’ll marry you darling. I’ve always wanted to, you know, even when we started.”

“I was only twelve then.”

He laid her face up on the mattress and sighed deeply. She was clad just in panties, and he admired her dainty beauty. He touched a small breast, then ran his hand down her body to cup her groin. She wriggled in appreciation.

“I want you now,” she whispered, caressing his cheek.

He pulled off the panties, pushed down his trousers and received her into his arms when she rolled atop. She mewled as she sat down on his impressive member and leaned forward. Their gentle initial coupling soon gave way to intense passion.

“I can’t marry you,” she murmured in his ear after they were sated. “I’d be happy with you, but I want children eventually, and you’re my mom’s kid brother.”

He stroked her flaxen hair. “I’ve been thinking about this. Even if you’ve lost your boy, you still have me. We could live like family together while you’re in school.

Her eyes narrowed. “It has to include Melanie.”

His eyes widened in pleased surprise. “Oh, I think she could fit right in.”

* * *

Melanie went into the kitchen to pour herself a drink, after which she sat on the couch and listened to the sounds coming from the bedroom, smiling with relief as they rather quickly ran the gamut from wails to calm voices to the rhythmic creaking of her old bed. Audrey’s last cry was orgasmic, but more intense than Melanie had ever heard from the girl.

After an hour and additional sounds of sexual activity, Jake returned to the living room and sat beside the brunette. He was fully clothed but reeked of sex.

“She’s sleeping now,” he said. “Who’s this guy, Sean? I have to speak with him.”

“He just hangs up when he hears my voice on the phone,” she responded. “Maybe you’ll have better luck.”

“She’s really in love with him. Does he feel the same way?”

“He did, but I doubt it now.”

“I can’t imagine a guy giving up a girl like Audrey just because he caught her tricking.”

Melanie was surprised by the man’s attitude. “He’s just a kid. But he was serious. They planned to get married.”

“Yes. She told me.” He shifted his weight on the cushion. “She should have told me about her money problems. I would have helped.”

“You’re very close?”

He gazed at her. “Close? Yes, since she was twelve. I was her first guy. I love her too, but of course we can never get married. I’ve asked her, but she wants to have children.”

Melanie stared back. “She must have been a skinny thing at twelve.”

“Not at all. She looked pretty much as she does now. I’ve never regretted making love to her that first time, although it was a painful experience for her. Now I’m the one who’s suffering, because she’s hooked on another guy.”

“Do you want a drink, Jake?”

“Yes, please. Whatever you have.”

Melanie shortly returned with glasses for both of them and placed the bottle on the coffee table. She resumed her seat beside him and poured.

“It doesn’t upset you that she was tricking?”

“I’m disappointed, of course, but in Bridget’s house it seems a reasonable profession.”

“We just did it part time.”

“Yes, I know. She told me she has quit the business.”

“Yeah. Me too. Bridget will let me stay here until I find another place.”

“Audrey still has a dorm room?”

“Yes, but she spent most nights here.”

“You’re very close to her?”

“Very.”

He laughed. “Now I have two rivals!”

“Perhaps only one. I doubt Sean will forgive her.”

“Well, I’ll talk with the boy in any case, just to be certain. If he’s so stupid to give up a girl like Audrey, I intend to move here and take care of her. She’ll live with me.”

“She’s agreed to that?”

“Yes. She said so a little while ago. She thinks the boy is lost too.”

Melanie smiled. “Are you really going to make an effort to get him back?”

He smiled in return. “I’ll go through the motions, but I’ll also hunt for an apartment this afternoon.”

Melanie sighed. “Lucky Audrey!”

The man studied her with bright eyes. “Audrey says you’ll be graduating in a few months. Why don’t you stay with us?”

She touched his leg. “Thank you, Jake. I’d like that very much. But you … you do know what it would mean, don’t you?”

“Why do you think I asked?”

END

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