The Virgin Cure

by Norma Egan

  "Ahhhhhhh," Jenny sighed.

  "It's not hurting you, I hope?" Leo said gloomily. "I know it's rather large."

  "Noooo," Jenny squeaked, "it doesn't hurt."

  Hurt, hell. It was driving her crazy with excitement. Leo began to move in her, working his huge dick in long slow deep strokes. Jenny moaned blissfully. His big cock massaged every inch of her small snug box and tugged deliciously at the sensitive lips of her pussy. She creamed again, bathing his prick with hot sticky juice.

  "Yes, yes, yesss," she whimpered.

  Leo didn't say a word. In fact he was hardly even breathing fast as he worked his prick in that steady slow deep rhythm. Jenny wondered why he always sounded as if he was attending a funeral, even when he fucked. He must be a real treat to his wife. But on the other hand, she might get off on his giant dick, just as Jenny was doing.

  "Oh, God," she sighed.

  Leo's technique was nothing to write home about, just that same silent slow movement, but the sheer size of his cock was enough to drive her wild. She lifted her ass to get more of it, and she clawed the bed as her excitement mounted. Then she felt the delicious hot explosion of orgasm deep in her gripping little cunt.

  "OHHHHHH," Jenny moaned.

  That was a bonus. She really hadn't expected to get off with any of the men. She'd regarded it as just a business deal, her cunt in exchange for their money. But who could resist a cock like Leo's?

  Jenny moaned and wriggled happily as her climax spun to an end.

  Then Leo gave a very mild sigh and flooded her box with thick hot come.

  He worked his cock in her a few moments longer, gushing out all of his jism, then immediately rose and started to dress. You could hardly call him the talkative sort. Jenny watched him, and he had the same gloomy expression on his face as before. She suspected he even looked that way when he came.

  "Leo," she said, "just out of curiosity, what do you do for a living?"

  He looked at her stonily. "Haven't you guessed?" he said. "I'm a mortician."

  Well, at least he had a sense of humor after all. And he'd given her a pretty nice fuck. After he left, Jenny lay back on the bed smiling to herself, enjoying the satisfied feeling in her cunt. But she didn't get long to relax. The bedroom door opened again, and her third partner entered the room.

  "Hi, there," he boomed, "my name's Jack."

  "Hi, Jack," Jenny smiled. "I'm Jenny."

  He was a big bearish bald guy in a tomato-red suit, his face ruddy and beaming. Jenny figured him for the kind of guy who slaps people on the back and brings whoopee cushions to parties. His type was too loud and crude for her liking, but at least his grinning face was a welcome change from Leo.

  "My, my," Jack said as he took off his clothes, "You sure are a delight to the eyes, honey. In my line of work, that's sales, I get to meet a lot of ladies, but I never saw anything quite as gorgeous as you."

  "Thank you, Jack," Jenny sighed.

  She hoped he wasn't going to go on babbling like that very long. It was getting late, and she wanted to go home, but she still had three more men to take care of. Jack at least undressed in a hurry. She wasn't much turned on by his pink overweight body, but his stiff six inch cock looked perfectly fine.

  Flushed with excitement, grinning broadly, Jack got onto the bed and lifted Jenny up to straddle his belly. "Up we go, little lady," he said cheerfully.

  Her knees hugging his hips, Jenny brought the come-soaked mouth of her cunt down to touch the swollen purple head of his stiff-standing cock. Jack gave a loud hoarse yelp of pleasure as she slid down his dick, encasing his meat in her juicy hot little cunt. When she was sitting flat on his lap, his taut full nut sacs rubbed her pussy.

  "Now, we'll take a little ride," he grinned.

  He began balling her furiously, thrusting his cock hard and deep in her snug little box. He held her firmly by the waist, otherwise she might have tumbled off his bucking body. Jenny squeaked as he nearly drove the breath out of her. He fucked like he talked, hard, fast and enthusiastically. And all the while he grinned.

  "Some fun, huh, honey?" he beamed.

  "Ummmm," Jenny replied.

  She wasn't sure if it was fun or not to be bounced violently up and down like that, but she forced a grin on her face. With each vigorous plunge Jack's rock-hard cock banged her womb and she gasped for breath. Her huge tits wobbled up and down furiously as he balled her, and Jack watched them with lusty amusement.

  Gradually, however, the red-hot friction of cock and cunt began to excite Jenny, and she felt herself rising towards climax. Her hot sticky cunt-cream began to gush around Jack's slamming cock, and her pretty face was flushed with lusty enjoyment. She worked her pussy down hard around his jerking meat, and she began to whimper as her box exploded in orgasm.

  "OOOOOOO," Jenny shrieked.

  "That's it, honey, get off on it," Jack boomed.

  She was sure they could hear him clear in the next room, but just then she didn't care. She was swept away in the delicious convulsions of climax, writhing and moaning as Jack continued to pump away like a pile driver. His hot cream gushed out to soak his balls, and her powerful young cunt muscles gripped and squeezed his cock.

  "Whoooeee," Jack roared, "you are TIGHT, honey. Oh, Gawd, I'm gonna shoot. AWWWWWWW."

  His climax was loud, like everything else he did. He bellowed his pleasure as he flooded her little twat with steamy come. He bucked so violently as he shot his load that Jenny had to lean dose over him and grasp his shoulders or she would have been thrown off. Finally his thunderous orgasm was over, and she slipped off his limp wet dick.

  "Mighty nice," Jack sighed. "Sure hope I see you again, next year, honey."

  Jenny just smiled. His words had reminded her that this time next year, with any luck at all, she'd be Ron's wife, just an average respectable housewife living in the suburbs somewhere. No one would ever believe she'd been an exotic dancer and a hooker. At least she hoped they wouldn't. It was vital that Ron never find out about this secret side of her life.

  Jack left loudly, of course and in a few moments the fourth man entered. He was a shifty-looking hawk-faced guy of about fifty, thin and balding and immaculately dressed. When he saw Jenny stretched out naked on the bed, he looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. He turned his back on her while he undressed.

  "My name's Jenny," she said as soothingly as she could. The guy seemed really uptight. "Care to tell me yours?"

  "Uh, my name's Carl," he muttered.

  As he removed his jacket and shirt, Jenny saw that his back was smooth and tautly-muscled, his waist small and trim. Unlike his friends, he took care of his body. He lowered his pants and shorts, and she admired his small taut ass and well muscled legs. Then he turned, cast her a nervous glance, and hurried over to the bed.

  Jenny stared at his stiff five-inch cock. It stood upright from a black bush, and his rosy-red balls were swollen and taut. Everything about him was trim and handsome, yet he seemed so uneasy. He lay down beside Jenny and gingerly began to fondle her big warm silken tits. She wondered what was bugging him.

  According to Stu, this same bunch of men came to the city every year to attend the convention and share a hooker. Carl must be used to the routine by now, but he was acting like a nervous schoolboy virgin. He touched her tits as if they were hot potatoes. It was beginning to get on Jenny's nerves.

  "Carl," she said gently, "I can see something's worrying you. Why don't you tell me what it is? I mean, you're here to have fun, right?"

  He blushed scarlet. "Well, yeah," he said, "I guess if I paid my share, I oughta get what I want. But well, it's kinda embarrassing."

  "Go ahead, tell me," Jenny sighed.

  Carl swallowed hard and said in a choked voice, "I I want you to suck my cock."

  "Is that all?" Jenny grinned. "Why, Carl, of course, I'll blow you. No big deal."

  He breathed a huge sigh of relief. "I just didn't know how you'd feel about it," h
e said. "My wife would have a fit, if I even mentioned it. But it's something I've wanted all my life."

  "Well, you won't have to wait any longer," Jenny said with a grin. "You just lie back and relax."

  She knelt beside him, bent low, and sucked his whole rigid five-inch dick into the heat and wetness of her mouth. She gave it everything she had, her head bobbing furiously up and down as she sucked him hard and fast and loud. Carl looked as if he'd died and gone to heaven. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his face twisted in a horny grimace.

  Carl was her easiest trick of the night. He was so blissed out by finally getting his cock sucked that he yelped and came in about a minute. Jenny held the mouthful of steamy jism till his limp prick slipped from her lips, then swallowed the whole tasty load. Carl got up looking flushed and dazed.

  "Gee, thank you," he sighed. "I'll never forget that."

  Jenny knew she'd forget HIM fast. Just one more man to take care of, and then she could leave. Her last partner was a skinny little buy named Don who looked meek as a mouse and couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and twenty. He smiled shyly as he undressed, and Jenny looked with some dismay at his thin three-inch cock.

  It was the smallest most pitiful prick she'd ever seen, tiny even in its eager stiffness. Don bashfully climbed onto the bed and said in a high tenor voice, "If you don't mind, miss, I'd like you to lie on your stomach."

  "Of course," Jenny said, forcing a smile.

  She rolled over, stuck her pert little ass in the air, and waited. She felt Don kneeling between her legs and grasping her hips for balance, his small hands warm and dry. The tiny hard head of his cock skidded over the slick wet surface of her pussy as he sought to enter her.

  Then Don quickly shoved his small steel-hard cock all the way up her ass.

  "OHHHHH," Jenny squeaked.

  "I hope you don't mind," Don said mildly. "I prefer it this way."

  Jenny was too stunned to reply. She knelt there open-mouthed and astonished as Don began briskly working his small hard prick in her virgin asshole. She'd never been ass-fucked before and had never intended to permit it. This little mousy man had caught her completely off guard.

  "Oh, my," Don sighed, "it's so nice."

  Jenny was beginning to agree. It felt nice to be balled in the ass. In fact it was terrifically exciting. Don's small cock didn't hurt her, but it was plenty stiff enough to give her delicious friction. She arched her butt up higher to get his cock in even deeper. Soon she was whining with pleasure and clawing the bed.

  "Oooooo, yesss," Jenny squealed, "yes, Don, fuck me in the ass. Ooooo, I LOVE IT."

  "I thought you might," Don said meekly.

  Jenny felt herself exploding into yet another marvelous orgasm, and she reflected that this hooker business wasn't so terrible after all...

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The next day Jenny made a grim decision. She would stop working at the Jet Set Club and go to work as a hooker in Sid's house. She knew now that she could do the work, and she urgently wanted the extra money.

  Part of her urgency was wanting to be with Ron, of course, to become his woman in every sense of the word. But Jenny was also disturbed by her own promiscuity and her increasingly strong sex drive. She felt she had to settle down with one man before she forgot morality entirely. So the sooner she earned that down payment, the better.

  Jenny was very nervous when Sid took her to the house to show her the routine. The house itself looked like any conservative brick home, and no one would have guessed its real purpose. Jenny met the other hookers who worked there and, as Sid had promised, they were all beautiful. Sid showed Jenny the room she would be working in, a lavishly furnished bedroom with private bathroom.

  "That's all there is to it," he said. "You hang around downstairs, with the other girls, till a customer comes in who chooses you. You find out what he wants to do, get the money, and take him upstairs. Later, when I come by, you give me my share of the take. You got it?"

  "Got it," Jenny said grimly.

  "I always have a couple of my boys hanging around, in case a customer gets out of line," Sid added. "And, they'll check on how much money you take in each night, to be sure I get my share. Just wanted you to know that. So long, baby, and good luck. I gotta get back to the club."

  Jenny remained in her room a moment, checking her appearance and calming her nerves. She was wearing a clinging red dress cut very low in front to show off the plump cleavage of her big tits. The dress hugged her pert little ass and showed off her tall body beautifully. There was definitely nothing wrong with her appearance.

  There were about a dozen of them, all breathtakingly attractive, and all very bored. Until customers arrived, there was nothing to do but sit in the main room and talk or do your nails or listen to the stereo. Sid didn't allow TV or books in the room. Jenny joined the others and chatted lightly with them. Nobody seemed to want to talk about their work.

  Finally, after nine o'clock, the customers or Johns started arriving. Some of them had favorite girls whom they beckoned to right away, and others wanted to look around. Jenny found herself praying that no one would choose her. She felt suddenly revolted by the idea of peddling her body for money.

  A young dark-haired man finally approached her. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and powerfully-built, and he would have been very attractive except for the deep knife scar that ran from his left ear to his mouth. Even with the scar, his appearance gave Jenny a sudden rush of lust. This guy was definitely all man.

  "My name's Gino," he said. "What's yours?"

  "Jenny," she said, forcing an inviting smile.

  "You give head, Jenny?" he growled.

  She reddened and said, "Yes, of course."

  "Okay, you come with me, then," Gino commanded.

  While one of Sid's bouncers watched, Gino gave Jenny the money she asked for, and then they went upstairs to her room. As Sid had instructed, Jenny offered Gino a choice of drinks, but he wasn't interested in any preliminaries. He plunked himself down on the edge of the bed and started to undress right away.

  It was just as well, Jenny decided. She was very nervous about turning her first trick, and she preferred it to be straight forward and simple. She quickly unzipped her tight red dress and stepped out of it. Gino watched her hungrily as she removed her black lace bra and her big melon-size tits tumbled out into their natural firm thrust. He went on staring at her as she slipped down her black lace panties.

  "You must be new here," he said in his raspy voice.

  "I'm just starting, tonight," Jenny said, stepping out of her panties.

  "Yeah, I thought so," Gino said, eyeing her pretty little brown bush. "There's lots of foxy chicks around here, but I never seen one as nice-looking as you."

  Jenny kicked off her shoes and walked over to the bed. She lay down and tried to look cool, but she felt far from calm. Gino stood to drop his pants, and she gawked at the hard-muscled globes of his small trim ass. The guy had a fantastic body. In spite of her nervousness, she was looking forward to balling him.

  Gino slipped onto the bed beside her. Jenny just had to take a peek at his cock. It was a nice one, six inches of rigid pale meat springing from a wiry black bush. His rosy round balls were attractive, too. She felt her pussy starting to glow and moisten. Maybe tonight wasn't going to be so bad after all.

  "Fantastic boobs," Gino commented.

  He reached out and began to fondle and squeeze her big hot tits. His touch was a little rough, but Jenny forced herself to maintain an enticing smile. Gino didn't linger over her jugs anyhow he was in too big a hurry to get to the main action. Soon he drew Jenny closer to him.

  "Go down on me, now," he rasped. "Suck my dick."

  Jenny obeyed, kneeling beside him and dipping her head down into his lap. His rigid cock was standing straight up, aimed at the ceiling, and the fat purple head nudged stiffly against her cheek. She gave him a little warm-up, sticking out her wet pink tongue and
quickly licking all over the hot silky flesh of his dick.

  Then she popped the knob-shaped purple head of his cock into her mouth and gave it a strong suck. She managed to take in more than half its stiff length, bringing the big hard head right to her throat. Gino moaned softly, and she felt the first delicious drop of cock-juice on her tongue. She began to blow him.

  "Yeah, baby, that's it," he sighed, "that's good. You just keep giving it to me, like that, till I tell you to stop."