Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Bitch mF, first, prostitute)
Date: 23 Sep 1995 21:54:29 GMT

			      The Bitch

	Tad's hands were shaking as he handed a wad of dollar bills
to Cherry.

	"That's nineteen, and, uh, I got the rest right here... " He
mumbled as he began to fish around in his right pocket for the last
dollar, which was made up of many coins that jingled heavily as he
tried to scoop them out.

	Cherry quickly counted the wad of money, and when she saw the
trouble the nervous little boy was going to for his last dollar, she
reached out and touched his wriggling wrist.

	"That's OK," Cherry said gently, surmising that the money had
been hard-earned, probably saved up just for losing his virginity to
her. "I'm gonna give you a dollar-off special today."

	"Uh... thanks," he mumbled shyly, looking down at her hand
lingering on his wrist, his hand still in his pocket. Now that the
payment was made, he hadn't the slightest idea what to do with the
teenage prostitute.

	The two were standing inside the door of the run-down motel
room that the girl shared with her mother. She was known among the
boys at his junior high as the "cherry picker" because she only did
boys once, for $20, and only if she thought they were virgins. Several
of his friends had lost the cherries to her, and had dared him to do
the same. It had taken the twelve-year-old over a month to save up the
money, mainly because he was so shy with girls that he dreaded the day
when he finally did have it all. Only the constant encouragement of
his friends, and their vivid descriptions of their experiences, had
kept him at it. They had accompanied him to the motel and watched from
across the street as he had come inside.

	Cherry was pleased with her latest client. He looked extremely
small and vulnerable, just the way she liked them. She knew that she
would be in complete control of this timid boy. She had been servicing
junior high virgins since shortly after she was date-raped by a
sixteen-year-old a few months ago. She had hated the helplessness she
had felt during the experience, but loved the sex. Now she had found a
way to have sex with complete control of the situation, and make good
money at it, too.

	Cherry smiled at the nervous boy and began to rub her hand up
and down his arm in a slow, sensual caress. The boy shuddered and
gulped audibly, staring at his toes.

	"You ever felt a girl's titty, Boy?" Cherry always called her
clients `Boy'.

	The tawny-haired head in front of her shook in response, and
Cherry pulled at his wrist so that the hand emerged from his pocket
and went inside her bathrobe to her bare titty. She always greeted her
clients in nothing but a bathrobe. It simplified things greatly.
Likewise, boys wanting to do business with her had to dress in wide,
baggy shorts and no underwear. When they met her in the nearby park,
they had to sit somewhere nearby and position themselves in a way that
clearly displayed their boyhood to her. If she met their eye and
nodded, the deal was on and they were to discretely follow her home.
The site of this boy's plump, rosy nutsack was still vivid in her
mind's eye.

	The boy gave a loud sigh as he felt her smooth, pliant breast
against his fingers. He forgot his shyness and brought his head up to
stare hungrily at the flesh beneath his hand. Cherry was pleased to
see a nice little tent instantly appear in the boy's shorts. She
wanted to grab it, but restrained herself so that she could enjoy the
anticipation, and the swelling in her loins that came with it.

	She guided his hand and taught him how to palm her swelling
nipple while squeezing her breast with his fingers. When he got the
hang of it, she pulled at the other side of the robe, inviting him to
do the same with her other breast. She watched brown his eyes light up
with excited lust as he began to knead her breasts with both hands.
She flung her head back and closed her eyes, relishing the sensations
this innocent little boy was giving to her.

	His hot breath against her sternum brought finally her back to
the situation. He had unconsciously brought his face to within a few
inches of her chest, his

	pink tongue licking hungrily at his wet, rosy little lips. She
wondered how long it would take for his lust to win out over his
timidness and take a tit into his mouth, but was filled with too much
of her own desire to wait and find out.

	She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his wet mouth to
her right nipple. "Lick me, Boy, suck me good!" She panted, her head
again falling back and swinging from side to side at the boy eagerly
lapped at her tit with his whole tongue. She shuddered and shook as he
wetted her entire globe with his bountiful saliva.

	"Aaah, aaah, aaah," he bleated as he licked away, making her
nipple throb with its desire to be sucked long and hard.

	"Uhhh! Geez, Boy, lick my fuckin' titty. God, that feels
good!" She panted as she rubbed the back of his head, crushing his
face against her. His hot breath puffed more and more quickly, drying
his saliva almost as fast as he administered it.

	She felt his tented shorts butt against her robe, crushing it
against her drooling cunt. Her hands began to move downward, over his
bony shoulders and across his sharply jutting shoulder blades. Now he
began to suck her nipple with savage, pubescent hunger. He took the
whole thing into his mouth, then slurped on it loudly as it pulled out
of his tightly pressed lips until the erect nipple scraped between his
gently nibbling front teeth. Pleasure arced through her slender body,
send her hips into wild gyrations that brought her into ever
increasing contact with his jutting hard-on.

	"Yeah, oh yeaaaaah! Suck that titty, Boy! Make me cum all over
myself!" She cried out as he slurped noisily away, lost in the new
sensations. Her cunt was juicing profusely, now, dampening the sparse
hairs at the entrance and smearing her thighs.

	She groaned loudly as her hand reached his small, firm
buttocks and squeezed them harshly, pulling his hips toward her
inflamed loins. She managed to part her robe and let the tented
material scrape against her inflamed clitty. The boy's hips began to
jerk spasmodically as he felt his swollen glans rubbing against the
wet, throbbing button through the cloth. His mouth darted over to the
other tit and began to devour it. He couldn't keep his mouth fastened
on it, however, as his mouth kept opening to emit his high-pitched
grunts of pleasure, which were coming faster and faster as his hips
began to gyrate wildly against her wet crotch.

	Cherry knew the inexperienced boy was quickly losing control.
She couldn't blame him since she was in a frenzy herself. Fortunately,
the boy had an elastic waste band or she would never have gotten the
little hard-on out before he delivered his precious little load. His
grunts became a continuous squeal of ecstasy as he felt his pricklet
bounce free and smack against her clammy wet twat. Little white globs
of hot boy jizz began to sprinkle the slimy door of

	her love tunnel, clit, and cunt lips before she got her hand
up to press it tightly into the cleft while he slowly rubbed it back
and forth as it oozed his sweet fluid, smearing her wet crack and
mingling with her own dripping juices. His mouth had dropped her
nipple, and his smooth cheek lay against her mound as his quick pants
warmed the surrounding skin.

	She held his cocklet tightly against her cunny until his hips
ground to a halt, and his smooth little erection began to wilt. Then
she wrapped her arms around him as he slumped against her and helped
him over to her bed, letting him lie back with his feet on the floor.

	As the overcome boy lay gathering his breath, Cherry took the
opportunity to kneel down between his parted knees and closely examine
his boyish equipment. No boy cock looked the same, and she relished
the variety. She thought she had seen every combination of bald or
hairy, big or little cocks and balls, yet none was like any she had
seen before. Each one was a wonderful new toy, so different from all
the rest. The other whores in her motel were bored with their jobs,
seeing one big, hairy set of cock and balls after another. Staring at
this latest miracle of boy flesh, she vowed never to give up these
sweet- smelling, gentle young boys.

	The young scrotum draped loosely over his ass crack, the pale
white flesh around his jelly-bean sized nuggets hanging about three
inches below the base of his dicklet. The stretched, empty part of his
scrotum was a beautiful dark pink color that spread up the underside
of his semi-erect penis. Not a hair was visible anywhere on his sac or
at the base of his cock. His nutsac seemed to start at a point above
the base of his stalk, creating a puffy arc over the top. His poker
lay along his abdomen, about three slender inches in its present
state, which she figured to be about the size of a roll of nickels
when hard.

	She wrapped her hands around the boy's bony pelvis and brought
her tongue to the delicate balls and began to lick them gently. Her
tongue was tickled by the tiniest of peach fuzz as it caressed his
sensitive nuts, bringing forth a soft moan from the youngster as his
scrotum wrinkled and tightened with the stimulation. She was pleased
to note the pricklet become instantly hard, as well.

	She sniffed deeply as she lapped at his precious jewels and
reveled in the light musky scent of his loins. The boy's hips began to
churn with his renewed arousal, and she moved her tongue upward toward
the instrument of her pleasure. She pressed her tongue lightly along
the soft urethra that ran the length of his stalk, coaxing a small
bead of clear pre-cum out of the tip to be lapped up as she reached
the tip. The boy began to moan more forcefully and shake his head from
side to side, lost in his pleasure. His hips bucked harder as he
instinctively sought a tight, wet home for his horny little prick.

	Tad gasped, and Sherry moaned softly as her wet lips trapped
the boy's cock tip in their hungry embrace. More watery boy-semen
oozed onto her waiting tongue as his balls churned and became rock-
hard along the base of his straining member. The taste and smell were
driving her wild. Her cunt muscles spasmed as they tried to grip onto
something. The contractions were forcing waves of cunt juices out of
her canal and down her thighs. Desire overcame her, and she released
his dripping cocklet from her mouth.

	"Unnnnnhhhhh," the boy groaned at the loss of sensation as a
hot new load was fighting for release.

	"Ohhhhhh," the girl whimpered as she gazed hungrily at the wet
tool. Desperately, she climbed onto him and planted her hungry little
twat over the trembling, dripping glans. It went in easily, making a
loud slurping sound as it parted the wet, sticky walls of her
overheated love box. They ground their pelvises together roughly, each
trying to get the boy-meat as far into her girl- flesh as possible.
She clamped her sphincter tightly at the base of his pricklet, causing
its tip to bounce around in her womb as they ground together. The
velvety wetness of her cunt walls rippled along his boyhood as her
cunt muscles finally found something to wrap around. There was no in-
and-out movement, just the wobbling around of the boy's prick head in
her uterus as their tense bodies heaved against each other, each
quickly building up to an explosive climax.

	Tad came first. With a high-pitched yelp, his lust-filled eyes
fixed on the jiggling jugs above him, he spurted deep into her loins.
His thin stream of boy juice splashed hotly against her deepest
reaches, setting off a cunt-wrenching series of orgasmic spasms that
nearly tore his cock off. Cherry screamed loudly as her body began to
convulse with wave after wave of ecstasy. Each weak spurt of the young
boy's dicklet set off a new series of spasms even before the previous
ones had ended, bringing her to a height of frenzy she'd never hit
before. Their combined juices sprayed from the tight juncture of their
bodies, bathing his balls and bottom in a warm coating of pungent goo.

	Their releases lasted far longer than the joining that had
brought them, as each youngster voided every sexual reservoir in their
small bodies. When Tad's mind emerged from behind its veil of passion
and his soft, tingling tool was resting comfortably inside her slimy
snatch, he decided that he'd gotten his money's worth, and that losing
his cherry to Cherry hadn't been so bad after all.