Oral Teens (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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CHAPTER ONE - A Professional Amateur"So you think I'm a lez, huh? You're wrong. And I sure don't look like a dyke, do I? I mean one of those females with a build like a Japanese wrestler and a yen only for girls. I'm built just like a girl--only maybe more so. I got all the equipment--tits, nice round rump, good long legs and, well, my face ain't gonna put Liz Taylor out of joint, but it's okay. Better than okay, to hear some say."Just because I got took in a raid, and there was some pitchers of me going down on a girl--and the girl going down on me--don't mean I'm a lez. I got paid for them pitchers. That was just--posing. I don't go for girls--not thataway. Not that I don't like what's happening. I do. A good sucking is fun, don't matter whether a girl does it to me or a man. But I'd rather it's a man, any day. He's got a dong, see. And you can get it in your mouth and taste him. And it's a different taste from a girl. And then you can FEEL a man's dong in your mouth. Inside. And in your throat. And when he shoots off! Wow! Can you tell! All that pulsing and moving way deep in your throat--and then all his come spurting into you--and you taste him So I like it.Why not?"I guess Mom started me out. I don't mean she started me out sucking off men. She was death on men. If you'd known Pop, you'd understand. He was a shiftless old skunk, drunk more'n half the time. And Mom was churchy. Maybe she shoulda been one of them there women preachers. She sure had hellfire and brimstone right by the balls. And no use for men. All they was after was to rum a girl. Mom wasn't always too clear about how a girl got ruint. Only she made it clear, wasn't no man ever to get into my panties. "Later, I sorta cleared that up for myself. From talking to other kids, girls. If a man got his dong in you, you got a baby. And some of them girls were real graphic, like they'd maybe had experience, even if they hadn't got a baby out of it."There was one girl in our crowd did get a baby. I was meaning to ask her but I never got a chance. She went off to some home, somewheres. Or maybe she got rid of it. And didn't come back. Which was maybe just as well. Mom and a lot of old biddies in the neighborhood sure had it in for her. And Mom would look at me every now and then and say, 'I tole you so.'"Not that I was sure what she meant. Then.Except it kept building up some kind of scare in me. I wasn't never to let a man have nothing to do with me."Like I say, Mom wasn't never very clear about it. But some of the girls were. I mean, they knew all about how guys had dongs that could ram into you and give you a baby, and would if they got a chance. Like every guy was just standing around waiting for a chance to ream your cunt and give you a baby. And maybe they was. I know the guys used to collect outside the Snack Shack and whistle at the girls--me, too. And wink and whisper behind their hands and sort of guffaw, the way boys do when they think they're being grown-up."I got my share of whistles, on account I developed tits kinda young. Eighteen. And them whistles scared me. Funny, now I look back. Them whistles wasn't doing no harm. Just a sort of appreciation. But it sure seemed to me then they was really trying to whistle my panties down and was gonna ream me, maybe right there in front of the Snack Shack. And I'd have a baby the next day, maybe."Sure it was dumb. I know that. Now. But when you got a Mom that's as doleful as a country preacher at the funeral of his richest parishioner and just as full of scary-sounding words that don't really tell you nothing, then maybe you grow up dumb. If she'd ever said right out, don't go screwing boys, then maybe I'd know what she meant. I don't say I wouldn't never have screwed a boy. Only, if I had, I'd'a knowed what I was doing. And maybe I'd like sex thataway."I got the poop from other girls. And some of it was sure goofy. I know that now. Like, if you got screwed at certain phases of the moon, you wouldn't get a baby. Only didn't none of 'em seem to know just which phases that was, so it wasn't much help. And there was just enough truth in it--I mean, in a small farm community like ours, farmers still planted their corn by the phases of the moon. If corn grew by phases of the moon, why couldn't a baby? It made a kind of sense."Pop died along about then--when I was just going on nineteen. Got hisself kilt falling into the mill race. Drunk? Course, he was drunk. He mostly always was. Now I come to think of it, some of his drinking was to get away from Mom's hellfire and brimstone. It gave him a little peace of mind, I reckon."And that give Mom an excuse to get away from Tilford--that was our home town--and move to the big city. Well, it wasn't such a big city, like I know cities now. Maybe thirty, forty thousand people. Mom never had liked Tilford."So we moved in with her sister, who was a widow and had a nice little house. She wasn't rich. Just had a nice house and a little income. Not enough to take care of all three of us. So Mom went out to work. Wasn't much she could do, really. Like she hadn't never learned office work nor typing nor nothing like that. So it was cleaning up office buildings. And didn't bring in much."I liked the city. It was exciting. Gosh, there was five movie houses! And continuous shows. I mean, in Tilford, we had one movie house that was open Saturdays. I couldn't go to 'em, on account we didn't have no money, but they was there and I could see the posters. Man-oh-man, they was the prettiest thing I ever see. Girls and men hugging and kissing. In color, too."After I got used to it, I liked the new high school. It was sure different from Tilford. The kids were more--oh, sort of sophisticated. Even if the boys did wear blue jeans, like the country boys, you knew it was just sort of dress-up. And the girls wore sports outfits mostly. Made me ashamed of the stuff I had to wear. I don't mean I wore flour-sack dresses or nothing like that. It was just--the wrong length. Mom was hellbent on covering up as much of my legs as she could."Aunt Beth got me some regular clothes and made Mom let me wear 'em, even if they did show my knees and maybe a lot more. But by then Mom was too tired to argue. She worked night--that's when office buildings get cleaned, mostly--and days she was pooped out, sleeping most of the time."Along about then I learned about baby-sitting and how even a kid could make pretty good money. And we sure needed the extra money. So Aunt Beth got me my first baby-sitting job. It was for a young widow that had a seven-year-old boy."It was an easy job. I just did my homework and looked at tv and had Cokes and sandwiches out of the icebox. Mrs. W said I could.Called it 'one of the fringe benefits' and laughed. She was a laughing woman, not like the widows I knew in Tilford, who wore black and looked doleful. And had lots of men friends. Mrs. W , I mean, not the Tilford widows."It was one of her men friends got me started on this sucking business. I don't think he meant it to be sucking, but that's how it happened."It was an awful hot night, and nights seem hotter in the city. Close, kinda. In the country you can breathe. Anyhow, Richie--that's Mrs.W 's kid--got restless. I could hear him fretting and squirming. So I went in to see to him, and he's kicked all the covers off. Wasn't but a sheet, anyhow. And he's naked as an eel. Somewhere during the night he's got out of his underbritches."I hadn't never seen a boy plumb naked. Close up, that is. I'd seen 'em--down at the creek--and because they was pink all over I knew they was naked, but that's not seeing 'em, really. And not seeing their peckers, ever. Richie is lying there, his legs sprawled out and his pecker in plain sight. It's like a little pink peanut. It don't look dangerous to me. Not like Mom's been howling about."Only, just knowing it's a boy's pecker, gets me feeling itchy, down at my little cunt. And makes my throat dry. So I'm feeling myself up a little, with my skirt hiked up and my pants pulled to one side, and my tongue licking at my lips, when Mrs. W and Jerry--Jerry M , that is--come in, real quiet, so they won't wake Richie. I don't know it, on account I am so interested in what's happening to me, feeling myself and looking at Richie's pecker, but Mrs.W has gone in the kitchen to make coffee, and Jerry, he comes in to see if Richie's all right."He catches me staring at Richie's pecker and feeling myself and sort of laughs. 'Kid, if you're interested, you should see a real one. And it can be arranged.'"I guess I pretty near go through the floor, I'm so embarrassed. I yank down my skirt and -scoot outa the room. But I look back, on account Jerry is real cute. And he winks at me, getting me even more embarrassed, so I'm blushing."Mrs. W comes in, calling to him, and sees me. She shakes her head, laughing. 'Jerry, what did you say to the kid? You've got her all fussed up.' And to me she says, 'Don't mind Jerry. He's an awful tease.'"While they're having coffee and talking, I kind of stall around, gathering up my books and stuff, because lots of times Mrs. W 's men friends drive me home. Not that it's far, but I don't have much chance to ride in cars, so it's a treat. And Jerry has a real super car, a sports thing with real low-slung seats, so you're practically lying down."I think maybe I'm not going to get a ride this night, because I'm almost at the door before Jerry jumps up. 'I'll take the kid home, Ruth, and be right back." But she says he shouldn't come back, she's going right to bed--and to sleep. She's tired after all the dancing they did."So Jerry takes me out to the car and helps me in, just like I'm a lady friend. And gets in beside me. 'Like a little spin? Or do you have a curfew?' I tell him Mom's out and my aunt Beth is maybe already asleep. Which maybe I shouldn't. Only, I kinda like Jerry. Even if he did see me feeling myself up and getting hot from it."He takes me for a little drive, up by the park, and pretty soon his hand drops onto my leg, carelesslike. On account the seats are so low, my dress is hiked up pretty high. And--well, his hand feels hot and tingly. I hadn't never had a boy do that to me before and I wasn't sure what I should do. I mean, Mom's said so much, but none of it very definite. Like how to make a feller stop feeling your legs. Anyhow, I like it. It makes my breath catchy and starts things going inside me. And the higher up my leg his hand goes, the more exciting it gets. Until, I can feel his hand slide right up and under my panties. Right on to my snatch."It's so exciting I don't know how to stop him and don't want to--much. He stops the car at a turnout in the park and reaches over to hold one of my tits, wiggling it a bit. I'm limp, I'm so excited. I just kind of slump down in the seat, and his fingers start playing right on my cunt. He slips one hand inside my blouse and under my bra and I can feel my nipple get hard. And I'm gulping, I'm so scared. He lets go my titty and takes one of my hands and slides it over in his lap. I can feel something there pulsing and bouncing and I know it's his pecker. He unzips his pants and slides my hand inside--and I feel it, big and hard and jumping."I don't know what would've happened if he hadn't spotted the police car. 'Passion Patrol,' he says, and yanks his hands back and starts the car."Only he doesn't yank my hand out of his pants--and it's sorta caught down there when he sits up suddenly. So I just go on feeling it and being excited. And he's excited, too. I can tell, from the way he breathes. Every now and then, during the drive home, he drops his hand on my leg and slides it up. I guess maybe I hump a little to let him reach all the way. And then we're home. At Aunt Beth's."He stops the car and slowly pulls my hand out of his pants. He zips 'em up and then comes around the car to help me out. As he gets me and my books out, I whisper to him, 'Will I get a baby?' "He stares at me for a minute, trying to get his breath, shaking his head. 'Good God, no! You cute little ignoramus!' And takes me up the walk. 'We'll have to have another session. A better one.' And pats my fanny as he shoves me in the door."It's hard to go to sleep that night, I'm so stirred up. And I play with my cunt until I guess I have an orgasm. I mean, everything goes whirly and lights pop outa the dark and my chest gets tight. And then I'm limp--and ready for sleeping."It's maybe three days later Mrs. W wants me for baby-sitting again. Only this time she has a different boyfriend. Not Jerry. She's got about six on the string. So she goes off in a big swirl of perfume and lots of laughter. Richie is already in bed, so I've really got nothing to do. Not even any homework. I go peep and see if Richie is naked, with the covers off, so I can look at his pecker again, but he's covered up."In about half an hour Jerry shows up, asking for Mrs. W but really looking at me, kind of hungry. 'Just thought I'd drop by.' And comes in. I follow him and sit down, kind of prim, and feeling a little scared of the way he looks at me. And he sits on the big couch, just looking at me. 'The kid asleep?' I nod and he pats the couch beside him. 'Come over here, Lili,' He don't call me Lillian, which is my real name, but makes it sort of exciting, calling me 'Lili' and pronouncing it sort of like 'Lee-Lee,' which he says is French."I don't at first, and he says, 'I don't bite, Lili,' and I feel kinda silly, so I go over and sit beside him, still prim, only my skirt hikes up some, showing a lot of leg. I start to pull it down but he stops me. And leaves his hand on my leg, sliding it up and down a little and looking at me. His hand feels good on my leg--and better as it goes higher, up toward my little snatch box. Only I clamp my legs tight when he gets too far up, because I get scared. He uses his other hand to slide over my titties and feel them. I've got on a front-button blouse, and the first thing I know, he's got a couple of buttons undone and his hand inside. Seeing as the weather is so hot, I don't have a bra on, and his hand is right on my tit, playing with my nipple."And I'm really scared of how it makes my breath so tight and my legs so loose and wobbly and falling open, so his hand is right on my cunt, up under my panties. And I like it. I mean, it's so exciting, even if it is scary. And my little cunt is beginning to quiver. I can feel it. And opening like one of those roses you see in slow motion on TV. He slides one finger up and down my little slit till I can almost scream with excitement. Only I can't. I mean, I can't scream. Like I haven't got breath for it."He starts to slide my panties down but I grab at 'em, holding on tight, because I have this scare that once my panties are off, I'll get a baby. Oh, sure, now I know that's silly, but I didn't then. Mom never made things very clear, just scary."So he takes one hand, prying my fingers loose from my panties, and slides it over onto his lap, where his pants are already unzipped. And pushes it inside, so I feel that hot stick of his. At first I keep my fingers stiff while he rubs my hand up and down his shaft--and then my hand just seems to loosen up, like I loosen up all over. And my fingers sort of curl around his dong, natural-like."I can feel it pulse and shiver, like it's got a separate life, and when I squeeze a little and slide my hand up and down, his dong gets stiffer and more pulsy. And it's out in the open, since Jerry has undone his belt and let his pants fall open."I can see it, a great big purple-red bulb, and big blue veins standing out on his shaft, pulsing like crazy. I feel 'em, too. Jerry has gone back to fingering my little snatch box and has unbuttoned my blouse, so he can tease my titties with his tongue. And I'm letting him slide my panties down, on account I don't seem to have strength to hold 'em up, with just one hand. And anyway, things are getting so hot and exciting down there I don't seem to care. Except I'm still scared. Awful scared now, because he's got my panties off."My blouse is wide open and both tits are sticking up, with nipples hard and awfully pinkish, pretty near suntan. So I just let the panties slide on down my legs---and help Jerry undo my skirt. And there I am, practically naked. In front of a man. Not a boy, but a real, grown-up adult man. And I have my hand on his prick, which is shivering and jumping like crazy."Jerry leans over and kisses my titties, working on each hard little nipple with his tongue, and sliding me out of the sleeves of my blouse. He turns me around on the couch, so my head is in his lap and my eyes right up against his pecker, looking bigger'n all outdoors."He runs his tongue from my titties down across my stomach, tickling, but not exactly. It's different from tickling-to-laugh tickling. It just makes me tighten up inside. Then his tongue slides across my pelvis, back and forth, coming pretty close to my cunt, where his fingers are working, opening it up. And I'm getting wet down there."At first I'm awful embarrassed about getting wet down there, thinking maybe I'm peeing and not knowing, like I done sometimes when I was a real little girl. But it's not that kind of wetness. It's--juicier. And Jerry slides his tongue down my slit, wiggling it, and making it open up even more. And I'm whimpering. Ain't nothing like this ever happened before to me. And believe you me, I'm scared. But not scared enough to know how to make him stop, nor really wanting to. It's like eating too much ice cream, knowing it'll make you sick--only lots stronger. Like I can't stop."Jerry slides his tongue in and out of my snatch, licking at the juices and touching my little clit every now and then, so I jump and hump. Suddenly his mouth clamps down, his lips almost covering my cunt, his tongue working inside--and he's sucking on it. I can feel it almost up to my eyeballs. So good, so good."He has slid practically out of his pants and is bending over me, so his dong is hanging right over my face. And there is sweat on it. I mean, I think then it's sweat. A great big glob of glistening wet. And he keeps humping a little, so that his pecker keeps jabbing at me, like a big stick."Finally he takes his mouth off my hot box, which is sure enough hot as fire by then and spurting juices, and says, kinda choked, 'Stick it in your mouth!' "I tell him I can't. I won't. I don't want to get a baby. And he laughs, kinda wild. 'Kid, that's one sure way you WON'T get one!' So I say, still scared, 'Honest?' and he says, kinda fierce, 'Honest! I don't want you to get a baby any more'n you do.' And he adds, 'Honest Injun!' like he means it. And leans down to tongue my cunt again, so hard I almost squeal. His tongue slides a long way in and wiggles, so I can scarcely breathe. All the time his fingers are playing around my brownhole--I don't know a person's got that kind of feelings in their brownhole, but they have. Anyhow, I have. His fingers play around the edges of my cunt and up along the creases in my legs and pelvis. His chest is resting on my stomach, kinda light, but wiggling a little. All of it stirring me up something fierce."And there's his big pecker, aiming right at my mouth. I stick out my tongue and that drop of glisten seems to slide right down--and I taste him. Hot, salty--so I start licking, for some more of that good man-taste."He humps up and then lowers hisself, till his dong is pushing against my teeth. I open up, then, and it slides in. That whole big purplish red bulb. And some of his shaft, though I'm still holding it, and milking a little, like I done the cows back home when we had cows. And I run my tongue all around his dong, lapping up that man-taste like crazy. And sucking, so I can pull more juices out of his pecker."Jerry moans some and works harder on my little snatch box--and I'm pushing it up at his mouth. All the time Jerry is pushing deeper into my mouth with his dong, until I let go with my hand. And it slides way to the back of my throat, mighty nigh choking me, but it is spurting juices and I get more taste thataway."Plus, things are happening so exciting down at my pussy I don't have time to think. His tongue is deep inside, and way farther up I'm getting awful tight, like something wound too tight and just beginning to loosen up, like maybe something is about to bust. And then it does. Wow! I feel like I've blown apart--except it's a good feeling, with all kinds of things happening. Bigger'n anything ever happened to me before."Just about then Jerry really rams his pecker deep into my mouth, way down my throat. So far I think maybe he can lick it from the other end. And humps, so I feel it slide up and down my throat. And feel the pulse of it, throbbing."And it lets go. Whammo! His pecker swells so I think maybe it'll bust in my throat--and then--POW! A great big gob spurts down my throat, hot, salty. And, whoooo-eee, it's good."Along with the way I'm exploding inside, down at my cunt, this makes the most exciting thing ever happened. Maybe the most exciting that can happen to a girl who don't know sex."I swallow a lot of his come, and hold some in my mouth, tasting, while Jerry sorta goes limp--and his dong starts to go down, slow-like, and pull outa my mouth, with me licking at it. Jerry makes a few more tongue slaps at my cunt and one last big suck, before licking at it and rolling off me, pooped."We lie there like that for a while, me shivering and shaking on account of the excitement and what's been happening to me. I don't even try to put on my clothes, I'm so beat. I just let Jerry look at me, naked, and every now and then touch me, which makes me shake and shiver harder."Jerry swings around and swaps ends, so we're face to face again. His hands kinda wander a little, gentle-like, along my hips and down the outer side of my leg and then up my back and across my breasts, like he's memorizing my sizes. He kisses me a couple of times, soft, not hard and tonguing. 'You've got a beautiful little body, Lili. Beautiful. And you know how to use it. Oh, brother, do you know how to use it! You're wonderful! Simply and incredibly wonderful!' "I guess I'm still scared. 'And I won't get a baby? You promise?' "Jerry holds up one hand, real solemn-like. 'Promise! Lili, what you've just learned is sex without babies. Stick to that, baby, and you'll never have babies--but lots of fun. LOTS of fun.' "Jerry sits up then, and starts getting dressed. 'We'd better hop to it, Lili. Ruth will be coming home soon--and she wouldn't like finding me here. Or you dressed like that. Well, not dressed like that--undressed like that.' "So I get into my clothes again, not too fast, because I like having Jerry steal looks at my body and every now and then reach over and pat me."Finally he gets up and paces a little, stopping in front of me. 'Lili, you really liked that, didn't you?' And I nod, just breathing, 'Oh, yes!' He sort of scowls. 'Like it better'n baby-sitting?' And I look at him surprised. 'Sure I do. Of course.' "Jerry nods and takes another couple of paces, coming back to me. 'How about doing this instead of baby-sitting?' "I shake my head. 'Jerry, I can't. Honest, I can't. I gotta help out at home. With money. So I gotta keep on with my baby-sitting.' "Jerry stares at me for a moment and then begins to laugh. 'Lili, Lili, child! That fun we had is worth far more than baby-sitting. Lots more. And to prove it, here.' And he pulls out his money clip and peels off a ten-dollar bill. 'Take that. And buy yourself something nice.' "I take it, feeling kinda funny, and look at it. Ten dollars! A whole ten dollars! 'That's more'n I get from Mrs. W for baby-sitting,' I tell him, and start to hand it back."Jerry waves it away. 'Keep it, Lili! Keep it! It's--a gift. And there's lots more where that came from. If you'd rather have that kinda fun than just plain baby-sitting.' "I shake my head. 'I couldn't. Honest, Jerry, I couldn't. Mom's bad enough about my baby-sit-ting and she's sure death on sex. She'd never let me.' "Jerry squinches up his eyes and stares at me for a long time and then sighs. 'No, you're not playing it right, Lili. So I don't think... No, that's just plain innocence--or dumbness.' He takes a couple more turns of the room and comes back to me. 'If I can fix up some baby-sitting jobs that--well, aren't baby-sitting for real, but are for the fun we can have, how about that?' "I shiver a little, remembering all the excitement and it starts my little cunt itching again and my titties swelling. Gee-gosh, to have that kinda fun instead of baby-sitting... I look up at him. 'Do you think you can?' "Jerry grins. 'Leave it to me, Lili. Leave it to me.' "So I leave it to him. And that starts me on some real fine sucking. Real fine."* * *Lili B.'s attitude toward sex is a result of her mother's overprotective but not very intelligent attitude, her "hellfire and brimstone" approach, without providing any true information or guides to proper conduct. To say that Lili's case is typical of this sort of ignorant over-protectiveness is hardly fair. Her mother was a small-town woman, harassed by the problems of a drunken husband; there is a hint in Lili's story that her mother's attitude toward sex may have been in part at least the cause of her father's heavy drinking.Like many uneducated women, and not a few educated ones, she retreated into something she believed was religion for consolation and protection, without bothering to discover basic causes or to explain them to her daughter. To her, the admonitions of an evangelical type of religion were sufficient. And she apparently assumed they would be effective with her daughter. A certain puritanical block prevented her from being sufficiently specific to insure protection for her daughter.