The Virgin Cure

by Norma Egan

  Gino folded his arms behind his head, went limp and relaxed, and watched Jenny intently as she went down on him. She could tell from his smug grin that he got a feeling of power from watching her. He could make a gorgeous chick suck his meat, and he didn't have to do a thing. Of course he ignored the fact that he'd had to pay plenty of money to get her to do it.

  "Nice, baby, real nice," he sighed.

  Jenny had started out by sucking his dick slowly and teasingly, but as the moments passed, she increased the speed and pressure of her sucking. She drew his long hard cock clear back to her throat, and then let it snap back again. She drew in her cheeks and raised her tongue to make a tight hot juicy nest for his cock. She made her sucking lewd, wet and loud, knowing the sound would excite him.

  "Tastes pretty good, huh, baby?" Gino said with a leer.

  "Ummmm," Jenny moaned.

  She was faking her response, pretending to be far more aroused than she was. Not that she minded sucking Gino's handsome prick, but she would far rather have had it in her cunt than in her mouth. She hadn't been balled yet that night, and her greedy little box ached for action. But it didn't look as if she'd get any help from Gino.

  He seemed perfectly content just to have his cock sucked. Minutes passed, and Jenny's jaws began to ache. She wondered how professional hookers could go on and on sucking on thick cocks. Her lips felt stretched almost to bursting, and Gino's steel-hard cock-head bruised her throat. To her relief, he finally started showing some arousal.

  "A little faster now, baby," he panted. "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah. That's good."

  Jenny's glossy brown head flew as she tried to obey his command for more speed. She worked her hand up and down on his slippery pale prick as fast as she could, pumping the base of his rod while she sucked the head. She gave it everything she had and still Gino didn't come. He was panting and grunting and moaning, but he didn't get off.

  Just as she was sure her jaws were going to crack from exhaustion, Gino gasped and seized her head, pulling her off his rigid spit-soaked prick. He threw her roughly onto her belly and slammed his full weight down on top of her, knocking the breath out of her. His hard knees forced her tender thighs apart, and she felt his steel-hard prick ramming roughly against the soft pink flesh of her gash.

  "Get your ass up in the air, whore," he snarled.

  It was hard to raise her butt at all with the heavy man on top of her, but Jenny somehow managed. Gino panted and thrust again with his stiff meat, and this time he managed to lodge it squarely in the tiny moist mouth of her cunt. He pushed into her brutally, slamming his cock all the way to her womb in one vicious thrust.

  "UHHHHH," Jenny gasped.

  "Take it, cunt," Gino growled. "I don't care if it hurts, you're gonna take it."

  He grasped her hips and pulled her up tight against him, her ass flush to his belly, and he grunted and drove his thick hard cock roughly against her womb. He fucked her savagely, reaming and bruising her snug little twat, his belly smacking loudly against her ass. This wasn't love-making in any sense of the word. It was rape.

  Jenny understood that she had a sadist on her hands, a guy who liked to humiliate and hurt women. She knew instinctively that her smartest move was just to keep still and take the punishment. If she protested, he'd just get angry and hurt her even more. So much for her fantasies about the glamorous life of a call girl. She realized that most of her customers would be creeps, bullies, and sickies.

  Sweat dropped from Gino's body as he hammered his cock in her. "Cunt," he growled, "dirty, little bitch. WHORE."

  Insulting her seemed to get him even more excited. He rammed his rock-hard cock into her even faster and harder, till Jenny could hardly catch her breath. How foolish of her to imagine that she'd like balling Gino. This kind of man didn't want to please women. He wanted to hurt his partner. That was the only way he could get off.

  "I know it hurts, bitch," he rasped. "Why don't you cry? Why don't you scream?"

  Jenny wouldn't give him that satisfaction. She just gritted her teeth and endured the brutal pounding of his cock. She thought longingly of Ron's patience and gentleness. That was what she really needed, one good loving man to take care of her. She was fed up with the brutalities of sex-for-sale. Oh, Ron, she thought, why didn't I wait for you?

  Then Gino was whipping his stiff cream-soaked cock out of her cunt, roughly rolling her over onto her back. She didn't have time to react before he was straddling her chest, his taut ass grazing her big pointed tits. He shoved his drooling purple-headed prick towards her lips. Jenny knew what she had to do, and even though she was terrified she opened her mouth.

  "That's it, whore, EAT IT," Gino growled.

  He plunged his long rigid cock right into her throat. Jenny was sure she'd gag or choke, but fortunately it was over in a split-second. Gino bellowed and shot her throat full of scalding sticky come. Jenny had no choice but to swallow it all, otherwise she would have choked on it.

  He'd hardly come before he was off her and putting on his clothes. "You're good, baby," he rasped, "real good. I'll take you again, next time I come in."

  God forbid, Jenny thought. Her cunt and throat were sore from his savage fucking. She prayed she'd never have to take on Gino again. After he left the room, she stayed and rested awhile, waiting for her terror to fade. If all the Johns were going to be like Gino, she wanted no part of it. She'd beg Sid to give her back her dancing job anything but this.

  At last Jenny got off the bed and dressed. As she did so, she noticed a framed picture on the wall which was hung crooked. Absent-mindedly she went over to straighten it. She lifted it off its hook and behind the picture she saw a little hole in the wall, just at eye level. She put her eye to it and had a perfect view of the next room.

  Jenny blushed hotly. Sid hadn't told her about this feature of his operation. Apparently some Johns got off on watching other couples make it, and any room could be observed. She wondered if anyone had been watching her and Gino. Well, it was too late now to worry about it.

  Jenny was still standing with her eye and to the peephole when the door of the next room opened and one of the other hookers walked in with a customer. Jenny didn't want to spy, and she was about to turn away when something commanded her attention. Something about that man...

  "Oh, my GOD," Jenny gasped.

  The customer was Ron.

  At first Jenny couldn't believe it. She'd just noticed the resemblance from the back. But then he turned, and there was no doubt in her mind. Her fiance, the dignified and respected high school track coach, was standing there in the next room with a hooker. He said a few words to her, words Jenny couldn't make out, and then he started to undress.

  Jenny leaned against the wall, too dazed for the moment even to see. She wanted to scream, cry, throw something but slowly she managed to calm herself. Now she understood how Ron took care of his need for her. He just bought himself a girl. He must have been doing it for months all those long months when Jenny went without any sex at all.

  "Bastard," she muttered under her breath.

  She wanted to march right in there and tell him off, but it wouldn't have been fair to the other hooker. The girl had a job to do, money to earn, just like Jenny. And Jenny didn't dare go downstairs again while Ron was in the house, for fear he'd see her. All she could do was stay in her room till he left.

  With nothing else to do, Jenny just couldn't resist the temptation to look through the spy hole once more.

  The little hole offered an excellent view of the room, with the king-size bed right in the middle. By now the hooker was naked and waiting, lying on the bed. She was a pretty little redhead named Stacy whom Jenny had met downstairs. She had a petite curvy body with adorable firm apple-size tits and a pretty little triangle of flame-colored bush fur. She eyed Ron with considerable interest as he undressed.

  Ron had everything off now but his pants. As he stood to drop them, Jenny held her breath. She'd touched his cock once,
briefly, but she'd never seen it. It seemed ironic that this would be her first chance while watching him with another woman. For a moment she felt a sharp flare of jealousy -until she reminded herself that she'd hardly been faithful, either.

  Ron stepped quickly out of his pants and shorts, and Jenny gawked hungrily at his stiff pale cock. It was a beauty, the finest prick she'd ever seen. His crisp blond bush sported an eight-inch stalk of thick milky-pale flesh. It stood up stiffly, hugging his belly, and the head was huge and swollen and purple. His smooth rosy balls were swollen, too, and lightly thatched with golden hairs.

  Jenny swallowed hard. She wanted that cock so badly she could have killed for it but Stacy was going to have it tonight, and there was nothing Jenny could do about it. Angry and jealous as she felt, she didn't want to ruin Stacy's trick. She watched helplessly as Ron stripped totally naked and rolled onto the bed beside the pretty little redhead.

  "You said you wanted to do EVERYTHING, honey?" Stacy giggled.

  "That's right," Ron said, "everything."

  He had a peculiar look on his face, hungry but grim. He didn't seem particularly excited about being in a cat house, but his achingly stiff cock testified to his urgent need. While Stacy lay on her back grinning at him, he parted her shapely legs and drew them back at the knees, fully exposing her pretty scarlet gash and its little fringe of coppery curls. Jenny had an excellent view of it all.

  Then Ron crawled between the girl's legs and dipped his face down into her steamy slick gash. Stacy squealed with delight. Jenny couldn't tell whether her response was faked or not. She only knew that SHE felt achingly jealous. Ron had known how to eat pussy, and he'd never done it to her! Damn him, damn him, anyhow.

  "You wanta give me some head, sugar?" Stacy cooed. "Oh, wow, fantastic. I just love that." Jenny watched miserably as Ron stuck out his long wet red tongue and tickled it over the shiny flesh of Stacy's pussy. He tongued and probed the fat lips of her cunt, the tiny mouth of her twat, and the bright red lump of her clit. It didn't take much imagination to guess how good that would feel to a woman. Jenny writhed with envy.

  "Oooooo," Stacy squealed, "ooooo, yeah, lick my pussy, baby. That feels GREAT."

  Stacy was a pro, so experienced and good at her work that it was impossible to tell whether she was faking her pleasure or not. She squealed and bucked and moaned as Ron swished his big wet tongue all over her shiny red slit. Then he began to ease his tongue right up the girl's little cunt mouth, and Stacy wailed shrilly.

  "Ohhhhh, YEAH," she cried, "put your tongue up my box. I love that. UMMMMM."

  Ron rammed his tongue closer to the root in the girl's snug steamy cunt-hole, and Stacy arched her little body up sharply to take the slick meat. Her teeth flashed in a lusty grimace as Ron began to tongue-fuck her. His blond head bobbed furiously, and Jenny could hear the wet slurping noise as he reamed and tongued Stacy's box.

  "Oh, hell," Jenny sobbed softly, "I wish it was ME."

  But it wasn't, and all she could do was watch, jealously as Ron worked his long thick tongue in Stacy's eagerly offered twat. Stacy panted and whined for a few moments, then stiffened, gasped, and let out her breath in a hoarse wail.

  "I'm coming," she moaned, "oh, yeah, I'M COMING."

  Even if she wasn't, she certainly gave a good imitation of it, bucking and writhing and screeching till Ron finally drew his tongue out of her cunt. Then, without a moment's pause, the girl pushed Ron onto his back and dived for his cock, taking the whole long thick rod into her mouth. Jenny shuddered Stacy must have had to take Ron's meat right down her throat.

  "Oh, God," Ron whined. "Yeah, suck me awhile. YEAH."

  Jenny fought back angry tears. If that damned fool Ron had just asked her, she would have been overjoyed to go down on him but, no, he had to hire some whore. Stacy's curly red head bobbed steadily up and down as she sucked fast and hard on his handsome rigid dick. Ron was flushed and panting, his teeth flashing in a horny grimace.

  "Good," he sighed, "that's real good. Just a little more."

  Stacy was making loud obscene slurping noises as she blew him, knowing the wicked sound would add to his excitement. Ron was excited, all right, flushed and panting and moaning softly as the girl loudly sucked his cock. But he still had that odd expression, as if he were just getting some duty over with, just getting his rocks off because he couldn't stand it any more.

  "That's enough," he gasped.

  Stacy obediently raised her head and let his hugely swollen saliva-soaked prick pop from her mouth. "You wanta ball now, honey?" she said lazily.

  "Yeah," Ron said briskly, "we might as well get it over with."

  Stacy flopped down on her back and opened her legs wide. Ron quickly crawled between her thighs and worked his thick meat between her copper-furred cunt-lips. As Jenny watched his magnificent prick disappearing up another woman's cunt, she bit her knuckles to keep from crying out in envy. Her own little box was horny and aching with need but the only man she wanted was Ron.

  "Ummmm, yeah, ball me, baby," Stacy babbled. "You got a great dick. Ummmm, YEAH."

  It was standard hooker talk, and Ron paid no attention to it. It was clear that he wasn't particularly attracted to the girl, that he just wanted to get his rocks in a nice tight juicy cunt. He sawed away, while Stacy did her professional moaning and writhing.

  Over Ron's shoulder, Stacy was watching the clock, and in exactly three minutes she moaned, arched her body, and faked a climax. That was designed to bring the John off, and it worked. Ron gasped, shuddered violently, and shot his load into her. They writhed together a moment, then went still in each other's arms.

  Suddenly Jenny couldn't stand it any more. Here she was watching the man she loved, fuck another woman, and there he was getting relief with someone he obviously didn't care about. The whole situation was insane, and Jenny was determined to put an end to it right now.

  She strode from her room into the hall and burst into Stacy's room. Stacy just cast her a look of slight annoyance, but Ron gasped and went pale.

  "Jenny," he cried, "what in God's name are you doing here?"

  "I could ask you the same question, Ron," she replied grimly.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Jenny and Ron began to shout angrily at each other, but Stacy signaled them to be quiet. "Look," she said, "I don't know what's going on between you two, but you're gonna have to fight somewhere else. I need this room to work in."

  "Stacy's right," Jenny sighed. "We'd better go to my place and discuss this, Ron."

  He nodded grimly, and they started out the door. "Hey, Jenny," Stacy called, "Sid won't like it if you just walk off the job like this."

  "You can tell Sid I'm through working for him," Jenny said. "I won't be coming back here, or to the club."

  She really meant it. Money or no money, she'd had enough of Sid's sordid little world. Anyhow, she already had just about enough money for a down payment on a house. And if she and Ron decided not to marry each other, she really didn't care about the money. Tonight's discussion would determine her future.

  Still seething with anger and shock, Jenny and Ron hardly said a word to each other on the way to her house. When they got there, Jenny mixed them two strong drinks, and they sat on the couch and glared at each other while they both rather quickly drank the whiskey. Neither one of them seemed to want to speak first, but Ron finally took the plunge.

  "All right," he sighed, "we might as well get this discussion over with. I'll tell you what I was doing at that place tonight. I was getting laid, obviously. I've wanted you so much over the past months, Jenny, I just couldn't stand it. I had to get some relief. So I went to whores."

  "Well, that's just fine for you," Jenny snapped, "but what about me? All those months you were getting laid, I just had to suffer. If that isn't a sexist solution to a problem, I don't know what is."

  Ron reddened and said, "You're right, Jenny, I was being unfair. I realize that now. You have some explaining to do
, too, though. I want to know, what in hell you were doing at that place tonight."

  Jenny swallowed hard. This was the moment she'd been dreading. She was going to have to tell Ron that she wasn't a virgin any more and she'd worked as a nightclub dancer and a hooker. Considering what a prude he was, it wasn't going to be easy. On the other hand, as his fiancee, she owed him the truth.

  "All right, Ron," she sighed, "I'll tell you. I got impatient waiting for us to be married, so I decided to get a nighttime job and earn the money for the down payment on a house. I took the best-paying job I could get."

  "As a hooker?" Ron gasped.

  "Not at first," Jenny said quickly. "At first, I was just a dancer in the Jet Set club. But I have to be honest with you, Ron. At first I just wanted money. But soon I was wanting sex, too. I couldn't have you, so I had other men."

  Ron buried his face in his hands, and Jenny choked back tears. This had to be it the end of their engagement. He'd told her too many times how he'd accept only a virgin for a wife. Despite her good intentions, she'd blown it. She'd not only lost her virginity she'd turned into a whore.