The Virgin Cure

by Norma Egan

  Sid sucked her other nipple into stiffness and then let it pop noisily from his mouth. The two rosy buds stood right up now like shining fleshy knobs. In fact her whole tits seemed swollen and aroused, bigger than ever. Sid gave the big creamy-pale jugs a few swift feathery kisses, and Jenny stifled a squeal of delight. She didn't want him to know just how hotly excited she was getting.

  Then she felt his hand easing into her crotch.

  "Oh, SID," she squeaked, "you mustn't do that."

  Again he stared at her. "Yeah?" he laughed. "What's wrong with it? Nobody ever touched you there, either, I suppose?"

  "No," Jenny admitted, "but "

  "But nothing," Sid said impatiently. "You'll do what I want, if you want that raise. Just take it easy, for chrissake. This is gonna feel good. There's nothing wrong with it."

  Jenny forced herself to lie still and submit. She thought it was very wicked of him to put his hand on her pussy but she did want that job. She waited, trembling, while Sid cupped her little pink slit and felt its radiating warmth and slight moistness. Then he did something that made her gasp with sudden and astonishing pleasure.

  "OHHHHH," Jenny cried. "What are you doing?"

  "Getting you ready," he said excitedly. "You're too dry to fuck, but I'll take care of that real fast.

  You just lie back and relax."

  Dazedly Jenny flopped back on the couch and kept still and submissive. She'd made a deal, and she had to go through with it. Sid eased her legs farther open so he could gawk at her luscious little pink slit and its dainty fringe of brown curls. Then he pressed a fingertip against the little pea-size bud of her clit. He began to rub it.

  "Oooooo," Jenny squealed.

  She'd never felt such devastating pleasure in her life. She knew her anatomy and understood that Sid was rubbing her clitoris with his fingertip, but she simply hadn't been prepared for how good it would feel. Helplessly she let her legs fall wide open, and her aroused cunt began to leak hot sticky juice.

  "That's it, baby," Sid panted, "get nice and wet for me."

  Jenny knew she must be presenting a lewd spectacle, lying there stark naked, her legs wantonly spread, while a man frigged her clit with his fingertip. Somehow she just didn't care. It felt too damned good. Hot pleasure rippled through her whole belly as Sid's stroking fingertip aroused and teased her little red love-bud.

  "Ummmm," Jenny sighed, "UMMMMMM."

  "Yeah, I figured you'd like this," Sid chuckled. "And, here's something you'll like even better."

  He seized her fat throbbing clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead the slick bud gently but steadily. Jenny gasped with delight.

  She let her legs fall open even wider, and she arched her body up for more delicious friction from his busy fingers. She panted loudly for long blissful moments, and then she moaned and started to come.

  "OHHHHH," Jenny wailed, "OHHHHH."

  She knew from last night that it had to be an orgasm. There was nothing else like that bodyrocking explosion of pleasure. She lost herself in it for a moment, but as she was coming down she again thought bitterly of Ron. He could have brought her off this way without them fucking. He could have given her some relief from her lust.

  When her delicious spasms finally died away, she opened her eyes and found Sid grinning at her. "What'd I tell you?" he said. "Nothing wrong with that, was there?"

  "N-no, I guess not," Jenny said shyly.

  "Don't be ,so modest," Sid chuckled. "You came like a bomb, baby. But now, you can do something for me."

  He sat up and leaned back against the wall. Jenny naturally took the opportunity to stare at his prick. Cocks were still hopelessly fascinating to her. Sid's cock was still limp, dangling forlornly from his crisp black bush, and his rosy-red balls were slack and wrinkled. But Sid didn't seem upset. He was leering excitedly at her.

  "Touch it," he said. "You ever touch a cock before?"

  "No," Jenny admitted.

  "Well, go on," he said eagerly, "touch it. It won't bite. Play with it, pump it. Get me hard."

  Jenny didn't have the slightest idea of how to give a guy a cock-stand, of course, but she found herself very willing to try. She was dying to know what a cock felt like. She reached out and set her fingertips against the limp meat. She found it silky and warm and smooth, very pleasant to touch. Less timidly, she began to run her fingers up and down the soft stalk.

  "Yeah, fine," Sid sighed, "but you don't have to be so gentle. It won't break. Take it in your fist. Pump it."

  Jenny blushed but obeyed. She curled her fingers around the soft silky meat and gripped it firmly. She began to pump, running her little fist up and down the warm milk-pale stalk. Sid gave a blissful sigh. Jenny found herself getting hotly excited. She had to admit that she really got off on playing with cocks.

  Sid must have gotten off on it, too, because in just a few moments his cock began to get hard. Jenny kept pumping, but she watched in fascination as his little limp dick lurched in her fist and then began to swell and lengthen. His ballooning prick forced her fingers wider apart, and the head of his cock crept out of her fist, growing huge and hard and purple.

  "Yeah, that's it, baby," Sid said, snorting with lust. "Let go, that's enough. We can ball now."

  Jenny was reluctant to let go of his cock she could have gone on playing with it for hours. But he was the boss, and she did as he said. She let go of his stiff swollen dick, and it snapped up to hug his hairy belly. The knobby purple head of his prick was leaking a little stream of shiny juice. His rosy-red balls were swollen and stiff.

  "Get on your hands and knees," Sid panted.

  Jenny obeyed, kneeling on the couch, her lovely little round ass high in the air. Sid knelt behind her, grasped her hips, and mounted her like a dog. She felt the huge hot head of his cock jamming into her tiny cunt mouth. He grunted and shoved. Slowly, deliciously, her whole eager slick twat was stuffed with thick throbbing cock-meat. As he reached her womb, she whined and clawed the couch.

  "That feel good, baby?" Sid panted.

  "Yessss," Jenny gasped. "OH, YES," He began to ball her, not gently like the first time, but in hard deep fast lunges. Jenny was frightened only for a moment Then she discovered that she really got off on rough hard fucking. Her cunt-cream boiled around his slamming dick, and she felt herself rising rapidly towards her second orgasm of the night.

  "Oooooo," Jenny howled, "OOOOO."

  She was in ecstasy as she took the repeated deep hard thrusts of Sid's big cock. She knew she'd been a fool to wait twenty-eight years for this fantastic experience. And Ron damn him anyhow! Why had he denied her this ultimate pleasure? But for now, to hell with Ron .

  CHAPTER THREE

  "Good news, honey," Ron said the next morning when he met Jenny in the parking lot. "At the rate I'm saving money, we can be married in about six months. We could do it just as soon as school gets out in the spring."

  "That's nice, darling," Jenny purred.

  What he didn't know was that at the rate SHE was saving, they could be married in a month. Jenny wasn't exactly proud of her new line of work, especially her relationship with her boss, but she certainly appreciated the money. She and Ron would be sleeping together a lot sooner than he imagined.

  That evening at the Jet Set club, Jenny absentmindedly went through the simple dance routine with the other girls. The dance was easy to do mainly it involved showing asses and crotches as much as possible. What Jenny found hard to get used to was the audience. She couldn't adjust to having a hundred tipsy men commenting out loud about her physical attributes.

  "Look at the jugs on that one," someone would shout.

  "Sure would like to get me a piece of that."

  "Hey, baby, how about a quickie after the show?"

  Sometimes Jenny couldn't help blushing when she heard these things. And then there was the rush after the show to get her coat on and be out the door before somebody propositioned her. She wondere
d how Millie and the other girls endured all the indignities.

  Finally, between sets, she asked Millie. "Doesn't it get you down to hear all those crude remarks?" Jenny said. "And what about after the show? How do you get away from those creeps?"

  Big blonde Millie laughed. "Honey, there's no problem," she said. "The more the guys yell, the better the show's going. I just look at 'em like a barometer. As for the ones after the show, well, that's money in the bank, if you get what I mean."

  "I don't," Jenny frowned. "Please, explain."

  "Jesus, you really haven't been around, have you?" Millie grinned. "Well, sweetie, what you do with the after-show crowd is pick the best offer and go home with him. You can make a hundred bucks a night that way, in addition to what Sid pays you."

  "OH," Jenny said, blushing hotly.

  She was shocked at what Millie had said. It was no better than prostitution. But at the same time her greed was aroused. The more money she made, the sooner she could marry Ron and it sure as hell wouldn't hurt to have an extra hundred a night.

  Of course she, Jenny, would never do a thing like that. She'd never even consider going home with a complete stranger and fucking him for money. Or would she? Hadn't she already, in truth, fucked Sid for money? Jenny felt confused about the whole thing. She couldn't decide whether Millie was right or wrong.

  That night at the end of the show, however, Jenny attempted her usual disappearing act, racing from the stage to the dressing room, grabbing her coat, and heading for the exit She just didn't want to deal with a lot of pawing, leering drunks, no matter how much money they had to offer. Maybe Millie was cool enough to handle it, but she wasn't.

  "Hold it, honey," Sid Lewis called. "Wanta talk to you in my office."

  "Well," Jenny muttered under her breath.

  She turned and walked back to Sid's office. By then a big crowd of men had gathered in the lobby to wait for the girls, and as Millie and the others appeared in their street clothes, they were bombarded with offers. The girls just smiled and remained calm, but Jenny shuddered as she slipped into Sid's office and closed the door.

  Sid was seated at his desk, and in another chair sat a distinguished-looking man of about fifty. He had a healthy tan, attractive features, and a thick head of silver hair. His grey suit must have cost a bundle. He smiled pleasantly at Jenny as she came in.

  "Have a seat, honey," Sid said. "I want you to meet Mr. Jay Sanders. Maybe you've heard of him owns the city's leading bank. Jay, this is Jenny Peters."

  They exchanged polite greetings, and Sid went on, "Mr. Sanders really enjoyed your act, Jenny. He'd like to get to know you better. But he didn't wanta join that mob out there, so I offered him some privacy."

  "Yes, Miss Peters," Sanders said in a smooth baritone voice, "I'd like very much to take you to my penthouse for a nightcap. If we got along, it would be worth two hundred dollars to you."

  Jenny swallowed hard. In spite of his calm polite words, the message was very clear fuck Jay Sanders and earn two hundred bucks. The money was very very tempting. And Sanders wasn't all that bad-looking. But could she really sell her body that way? Could she really become an out-and-out whore?

  Sid solved the dilemma for her. "Honey," he said in a low voice, "if you really want to work here " He let the sentence trail off, knowing she'd gotten the message. The customer is always right.

  "Why, thank you, Mr. Sanders," Jenny said brightly. "That would be lovely."

  She rose, and Sanders took her arm and guided her out the door. Her last memory of the office was Sid smirking behind his desk. Damn him anyhow, he knew he had a hold on her and could make her do anything. She had to have that high-paying dancing job. So now he was using her to please a high-paying customer, Sanders.

  There was a chauffeur-driven limousine waiting in front of the club, and Sanders got in the back with Jenny. He chatted pleasantly, about nothing in particular, until they reached his penthouse suite on top of the city's leading hotel. There he ushered Jenny into a mammoth living room with huge picture windows and a carpet you could get lost in.

  "Drink, Miss Peters?" he said.

  "Yes, thank you," Jenny said quickly.

  She'd need the alcohol to calm herself. She couldn't believe she was about to prostitute herself. Nervously she took a seat on a couch which seemed as long as a football field. Sanders set martinis on the coffee table before her. Then he took two one-hundred dollar bills from his wallet and discreetly slipped them into her purse.

  He sat down beside her, and they sipped their drinks. Or, rather, Sanders sipped and Jenny gulped. She wanted that bottled courage as fast as she could get it. While Sanders went on chatting, Jenny maintained a fixed phony smile till her face ached. Then abruptly he set down his drink and turned to her.

  "Well, let's get down to business," he said. "Stand up, Jenny. Take off your clothes."

  Jenny miserably obeyed. The man had paid her, and her job at the club depended on it. She slipped off her coat and stood before Jay Sanders in just her skimpy club costume. She pulled the long zipper in the back, and the little costume fell away, wafting down her long lovely legs. Jenny stepped out of it stark naked.

  Sanders gawked. It was the first time he'd lost his dignity. His grey eyes got huge and hungry as he studied Jenny's superb naked body, darting from her enormous firm tits to the pretty little puff of brown curls that formed her bush. He licked his lips, then cleared his throat before speaking.

  "Excellent," he sighed. "Now turn around a few times."

  Jenny obeyed, whirling. She was used to showing off her body by now, and it didn't bother her that much as Sanders ogled her adorable little round ass, her gleaming muff, and her big swinging tits. What bothered her was the thought that in just a few minutes she'd be going to bed with this man.

  "Lovely," Sanders said, his voice husky with longing. "I enjoyed your act at the club, my dear, but I'd like a private performance for myself. Wait, I'll put on some music."

  Jenny sighed with relief. Even dancing nude was better than fucking a man she'd met only half an hour ago. Sanders crossed the room to a ceiling-high collection of expensive stereo gadgetry. Suddenly the room was filled with soft sensuous music. When Sanders had returned to the couch, Jenny began to dance.

  She whirled around the room, long thick brown hair flying, big breasts wobbling and weaving, and she bent and curled and curved her body to the rhythms of the music. At first Sanders stared as if hypnotized, but after a minute or so he started to take off his clothes. Jenny kept on dancing, but she couldn't resist sneaking looks at him as he undressed.

  Here she was twenty-eight years old, and she'd seen only one naked man in her whole life, Sid. Naturally she was curious. She caught a glimpse of Jay's naked chest, tan and well-muscled with a small but thick patch of silver hairs. She got a lot more interested as he tugged down his pants and then his jockey shorts.

  His bush was silver like the rest of his hair, his nut sacs deep-rose and sagging. His cock was limp, just a stubby wrinkled nub of flesh wobbling uselessly. When he was naked, he tossed all his clothes on the couch and stood up, watching Jenny as she danced the final bars of the music. Then the record stopped and the room was silent except for Jay's hard breathing.

  "Come here," he said. His voice was husky and urgent," not smooth and polite as it had been before.

  Nervously Jenny walked over to him. He stopped her about a foot away, reaching out to cup her big quivering boobs. His hands were cool yet moist. He fondled her huge hot tits very gently, almost timidly. She steeled herself not to recoil from his touch. She still didn't like the idea of balling a complete stranger.

  "Things have to be very special for me," he told her. "Perhaps I overindulged with women when I was younger, I don't know. But now I find it hard to get excited unless things are just right. So you must do just as I tell you."

  "Yes, Mr. Sanders," Jenny said uneasily. "Take my cock in your hand," he said.

  Jenny reach
ed down and slipped her palm under his small limp prick. It felt warm and silky on her hand, but there wasn't even a twitch of life in it. Sanders began to breathe louder, faster, and his hands moved more eagerly over her big satin skinned jugs.

  "Now, just squeeze it, and release it," he said, "squeeze and release. Don't say anything."

  Jenny did as he asked, rhythmically squeezing his warm doughy dick in her fist, then relaxing her fingers and letting the flaccid meat lie on her palm. As she did so, Sanders got more and more excited. His hands got hot on her swollen jugs, and his fondling became more bold and aggressive. Jenny kept squeezing his prick for about a minute, but it stayed limp.