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It snowed the night before I lost my virginity. The next morning Dot took me from her cabin to Elizabeth's; neither of us said a word. The snow around the cluster of buildings was beautiful. The strings of lights along the paths had a dusting of white. I had a moment to enjoy the clear blue sky before entering the gloom of Elizabeth's cabin. The cabin was very warm and close with all the bodies within. Elizabeth sat on her bed, freshly bathed, her hair still damp. Her bare skin glowed. In attendance were Sally and Soshel on each side in their robes, Soshel's a silk kimono which showed only a little wear. Standing to Sally's left were Annie, Nel and Sophie. Annie's pale eyes glittered. On the other side of the bed stood Sue, Lori and Gypsy. I hadn't expected an audience and came to a stop in the doorway. Dot gave me a push and shut the door behind us. Surrealism in 1933 existed only in the minds of a few artists, most of whom lived in Paris. None of them then, and few afterwards, could have portrayed what I saw and felt. The room was quiet except for Elizabeth's giggles. The poor girl was just as nervous as I was and for good reason. I hoped that those present wouldn't need to be called as witnesses in an inquest. Dot had dinned into my head a litany of the unending punishments I would receive if I screwed up this morning. I tried not to think of the glee she had when she showed me the rusty ax which she promised would solve the problem for once and all if I didn't acquit myself well. My mouth was suddenly very dry. "Take your clothes off, numskull," my sister said. I complied woodenly while Dot spread the blanket on the floor and prepared the shroud. Seeing Annie's face made me wonder if I hadn't made a mistake last night. If we'd done it, then all this would be necessary. I'd be free. Seeing Elizabeth's face reminded me what my loss would have been. I lay on the blanket and waited while Dot tied my arms. "Just a minute, Dot," Elizabeth said. I turned my head and watched her get off the bed and walk gracefully toward me. She'd gained so much this weekend, had a poise and charm she hadn't had before. She knelt by me and kissed me slowly. She raised her lips from mine, whispered, "Forty-eight last night plus the boys who work here." I think my eyes showed a little of the terror I felt. She touched my lips with her finger, said, "I have a surprise for you." She rose and helped Dot cover me and tuck in the shroud. Not one woman in the room warned Elizabeth of her immanent danger. I licked my lips and said in the darkness that surrounded me, "I love you, Elizabeth." I felt Elizabeth's mouth on my cock then she crawled onto me. "Charlie," she said. "I'm to be first and last. Others will help me but you have to save yourself until I tell you. Don't disappoint me." Her hands held my cock as if it were a prayer. The grace that followed was overwhelming. I heard Elizabeth gasp and then there was movement. I almost fainted, had to try to separate myself from the sensations Elizabeth's sweet hole offered and her soft grunts. She, all of a sudden, placed her hands on my arms; all of her weight bore on my chest. There was so much happening it was easy to forget myself. Each motion or touch splintered into a thousand shimmering bits. I found myself standing on a plain of broken glass which, in the sun, sparkled with a too bright intensity. I squinted my eyes and listened to the sounds of my footsteps. No names were said, but I could feel a difference with each one. A different tempo, touch or tightness. A difference in breathing. I'm unable to tell how many used me, if all or just certain ones. It could have been the same three in infinite variation or it could have been all nine, excepting my sister and there was no way to know if that exception was warranted. I didn't try to put names or faces to what I felt, though I had to believe one was Annie's because of her grip on me and the deftness of her touch. That's when I almost lost myself, saved only by a timely kick in the side. I could tell Elizabeth had fun during all his because her giggles floated around the room. I heard the stove door open, logs placed in, and heard the iron door grind closed. I heard footsteps on the floor close to my head. I heard the rustle of cloth — the shroud, robes, bedding — I never could quite tell which. I tried not to think about my state as a novelty for a group of prostitutes to amuse themselves with on a slow Sunday morning. I tried not to think about Annie's offer, going north to Chicago or Detroit, perhaps New York City itself. I tried not think of Miss Nichols and what she would say tomorrow about my deplorable progress in my reading of The Charterhouse of Parma. I especially tried not to think either of the punishment I was due or her opinion of the current proceedings. I tried not to visualize her look of loathing as various women rutted on me or even worse, a look pass over her sculpted features that meant she wished she too would have a chance. I heard the door open and close. The cold air chilled me; I was sensitive to the icy December air let in. My jaw hurt because of how I clenched my teeth. I tried to breathe through my mouth. The room was quiet as a new one climbed on top of me, settled slowly onto my cock. Years later I'm amazed at how the women restrained their vocal reaction. I never asked Elizabeth, my sister or anyone else who was in the room but I believe they held a piece of fabric between their lips, a glove or hanky. Something to bite down and muffle sounds from the throat. As the tempo picked up, Elizabeth screamed, "Do it. Do it." I could hear panting. Elizabeth screamed, "Oh God." My cock was buried in her and I felt her body rub my legs. I let go, gasped shrilly, and rose to meet the engulfing cunt. I heard a grunt, felt the body shudder on mine and a collective sigh from the others in the room. I heard Annie's voice by my ear, "You're so much more appealing with your face covered." Elizabeth said, also close to my ear, "Oh, Charlie. That was fantastic." Someone's hand, Elizabeth's? attempted to pull the shroud from my face, was stopped by Dot. "Not yet." The cunt left me or I fell out first, I didn't know which. I was crying and my jaw ached and I had to pee. The room quieted and the shroud was lifted from my face. Elizabeth looked down on me with a smile. She kissed me and held me close to her as I heard people leave. Dot said above us, my eyes were shut but she didn't sound angry, "I'll see you both tonight at home." Eventually Elizabeth's kisses stopped and she uncovered me. Untied I hobbled toward the bedpan. Elizabeth held me, as before, and missed just as badly. As I cleaned up the mess she prepared our bed. I hadn't lain like this with Elizabeth, both naked and exhausted from lovemaking — she with others, me too with others — and unbound. I reveled in my freedom and took every opportunity to explore her body. Elizabeth never resisted, almost always permitted, lay completely open to me. I was the one who fell asleep first. Elizabeth was out of bed when I woke, neatening the room, beautiful in her naked animal splendor, humming sweetly. I couldn't forget the sensation of being buried deep within her, completely understood every man's desire to do the same. I understood how cruel some girls could be and how completely without artifice my lover was. She noticed my eyes on her, grinned and walked toward the bed. I reached out and touched her cunt. "There's no time, Charlie. I'm going to be busy in a few minutes. You're to stay in B. Dot left the key by the lamp. " Elizabeth seemed so much older than me. "We have to reach an understanding. Just as everything I make with my body is yours, everything you make with your body is mine." I wondered what she was talking about. She took my shoe off the shelf and showed it brimming with tokens from last night. "This is yours." She took a gray rag from beside the shoe, unfolded it and showed me a handful of tokens and a stack of bills. "And this is mine from this morning." She folded the rag carefully, put it by the shoe. "You need to get dressed and get out of here." She pulled the covers from the bed, sat watching me. She said after a moment. "You're so beautiful, Charlie. You should have seen them. If anyone visits you in B this afternoon, you must get at least a token, preferably more. Unlike me, Charlie, you can accept money, gifts and tips. Sally said so." Elizabeth pulled me close to her. I saw her breasts jiggle and wondered if they hadn't grown larger. Her nipples looked so sweet and pink. "You can't say no because of age or race. Understand? Just like me." She let me go, hunted for her brush. I watched her brush her hair. The sun through the window behind her made every hair glow. I ached to be in her. She took my hand, pulled me toward the door. "Dot wanted me to remind you about your Charterhouse of Parma assignment." She kissed me. "I love you, Charlie. I wanted to be your first, but you'll understand that the two hundred and fifty dollars was an offer I couldn't refuse. I'll try to make it up to you tonight." She pushed me out the door. "Tomorrow I'm going to buy a new dress."
Chapter 18 My afternoon wasn't at all like I expected. I'd planned to finish my assigned reading in The Charterhouse of Parma, perhaps have a nap, and maybe even see if someone would join me in a snowball battle. By four, Sally had been the longest visitor and had left only a few minutes earlier. Sally's proposition was simple, in her mind at least. She seemed to believe we'd discussed things we hadn't, or that there was a complete understanding on my part on what she talked about. I liked Sally and I enjoyed being able to relax with her and not have to perform tricks like a pet dog. I'd collected tokens from Sophie and Gypsy and while the experience was tremendously exciting for me, and perhaps a bit of a letdown for them, who I really wanted to be with was Elizabeth. Sally enjoyed talking about the past and I enjoyed hearing her stories. She was plainly lonely and I thought she missed my father's presence. I tried not to think of what that presence entailed. And I especially tried not to think of Sally's part in the events of this morning. The Charterhouse of Parma wasn't like any other book I'd ever read. I still didn't know who the hero, or heroine, was or even when the story was supposed to take place. The affairs of the del Dongos were confusing to say the least. I was saved from being further confused by a knock on the door. I looked at the page number before laying the book aside and saw I was only on page sixteen. I hated to think of what Miss Nichols would do to me tomorrow. And the thought of trying to catch up with Elizabeth's efforts this weekend was daunting. I unlatched the door and saw Nel with Annie behind her. Annie looked slightly to my left. Her pale eyes and the seriousness in the way she held her lips distracted me. "Can we come in?" Nel asked. She didn't seem any too pleased with the prospect. "Show him," Annie said. Nel held out her open hand. Two tokens and a two-dollar bill. I swallowed hard because I was a bit worn out. "Well?" Nel said and I stood away from the door. Annie's hand was on Nel's shoulder. Nel led her to the bed and they both sat down, Nel watching me, Annie's eyes focused elsewhere. I shut the door and sat in the chair. "Where do we do it?" Nel asked. She stood and took off her coat and dress, tossed them into a corner. "What's he doing?" Annie asked. "Getting an eyeful." Annie grinned, rose to her feet and undressed. "Is the door latched?" Nel got up and checked, latched the door. Nel's body wasn't attractive to me in the way Annie's was. Nel was short, red haired, freckled all over and plump. She sat on the bed next to Annie and stared at me antagonistically. She didn't seem to like me at all. After a couple of minutes Nel said, "I need to get back to work soon. Are we going to do it or not?" I sighed, got to my feet and undressed. This was so much work. I lay down in the center of the floor and waited. Annie smiled, looked off in the distance. "Nel's going to show you something, Charlie. Then we have a proposition to make. Isn't that right, Nel?" Nel shrugged. She was plainly not excited. She stood, walked slowly toward me. "Show him," Annie said. Nel turned away, bent her knees and pulled her butt cheeks apart. What I noticed were dirty fingernails. "She's been taking it in the ass all day to get ready for you." Nel let go of her butt checks, straddled me, facing away from me and slowly squatted. I was young and the mere thought of a naked woman got me hard. I'd been tempered by Elizabeth somewhat, but seeing Annie and to a lesser extent Nel had me ready. I lost two virginities that Sunday and in retrospect neither was the event it could have been. I'm sure my readers have all be told that with a loved one sex is always best, being told and actually experiencing the difference is something that occurred after an expanse of time in my life. Years later I can confirm the truism. Nel rested on me, breathing heavily. I saw her round ass, not as pimpled as her face, jiggle almost imperceptibly. I saw movements that felt like cataclysms. Annie shuffled her feet as she walked. "How does that feel, Charlie? Like heaven?" She fell to her hands and knees. I watched her breasts sway as she crawled, one hand out, feeling. "You wouldn't take the two hundred last night. Nel chipped hers in too. We have almost four hundred. It's yours if you take us from here. We'll be your girls." Annie straddled my face and slowly lowered herself. Annie tasted different from Elizabeth. The sperm in her was that complex melody, each time a little different. Annie's own taste was wetter, saltier, slipperier. This was different from the games Elizabeth and I had played. Quieter, more intense in sensory experience, and any time Annie was near me my heart beat faster. "Show him what you can do," Annie said. Nel began to move, slowly at first, quickly building up to a violent crescendo. Annie rose slightly so I could breathe. She held my hands in hers, swayed above me. If I hadn't been afraid of hurting Nel, I might have enjoyed it more. Annie settled back down on my mouth, held my hands to her chest and slowly rocked as Nel jerked rapidly up and down. I don't know how much time had passed when Annie said, "Get him ready for me." The tightness that was Nel left me and I felt her body shift as she changed position. Annie swung off me and I could see Nel as she lowered her mouth to my cock. Her face was wet and I could see she was crying. When she was done she held my cock for Annie. Annie slid slowly down, facing me, her head tilted back, Nel's left hand on her hip. When I was completely in Annie stopped moving, held Nel's hand and let out a gasp. Being able to see what was happening was new to me. I'd been able to watch Elizabeth's hand and mouth at first, less frequently when the shroud came into use. This morning I'd seen no one and the sensation was pure, unsullied by visual impression. What I saw now profoundly affected my experience. Sophie, Gypsy, Nel and now Annie, each experience was different in ways I couldn't analyze then, try not to analyze now. Besides now, with Nancy, there's love which alters everything. "Almost four hundred dollars, Nel's ass and my cunt, and a promise of at least twenty-five a day from the both of us. Chicago or New York if you want. A new car, nice clothes. You can take in other women if you want." Annie gave my cock a squeeze and I yelped. "You shouldn't have to think that hard, Charlie." Her cunt began to move in ways hands and a mouth never could. "Elizabeth," I gasped. I arched my back to drive deeper in her. "Elizabeth stays here. Just us, Nel and I. Help him decide, Nel." Nel gave me a look that was frightening. She let go of Annie's hand and moved toward my chest. She grasped a nipple, my left, and twisted. This was the first time I'd seen her smile. I think I screamed. Nel slapped my face, pinched me harder and then struck my face with the back of her hand in full swing. "She'll hurt you unless you say yes." I tried to protect myself with hands as Nel pinched and slapped me. Annie meanwhile fucked me with the best cunt east of the Mississippi. Below my waist I was deeply thrust into bliss' seat. Above my waist I waged a battle to protect myself from Nel's cruelty. "Say yes," Annie said. Nel leaned closer, held both my ears and whispered, "I hate you," before giving them a twist. My hands were unable to stop hers. I reached up as Nel opened her mouth and began to bend down. Her teeth looked sharp as daggers. I pushed against Nel's face; she bit a finger hard. I shrieked as her hands reached for my eyes. "Say yes," Annie said. "Yes," I said. "Back off," Annie said. "Let me seal the agreement." Nel knelt over me, her hands by her sides, her face vacant as she watched us. Annie's cunt relaxed slightly and she fucked me hard and fast. "Do it," Annie shouted. I gasped and my spine jolted and it felt like half my body tried to climb through my prick into Annie who held still, her cunt walls rippling. I think I passed out. One moment I was there under Annie and the next Nel held my arms behind my back as we left the cabin. I was dressed, shaky and out of breath. Annie followed behind. I could hear her whisper to Nel. Nel frightened me, but Annie terrified me. Nel was like a mad dog of frightful aspect. Annie was the dog's owner who had great glee in using it to terrify small children. There was no telling what Annie might do next. Nel pushed me toward the dock. We were almost there when Elizabeth said behind us, "There you are." My heart actually did a happy skip. Nel stopped me and Elizabeth came into view. "I thought you might try to slip away." She held out her hand to Annie. "The money first, then you can take him." Elizabeth gave me a wink. "Dot's orders." "Dot's orders," I said a bit too loudly. "You don't think we'd just let you wander off, do you?" "They tried to kill me." "It's a hundred for all night. You know the rule, girls." "What?" I said. Elizabeth grinned at me. "Don't worry, they don't have it." Annie held out her billfold. "It's in there." Elizabeth opened the billfold, counted through the money, and took out a hundred. "Thank you." "But you said they wouldn't have it." I wanted to say more but Nel convinced me to keep my mouth shut. "I didn't think they would." Elizabeth said to Annie, "He's to be in school tomorrow." "He'll be there," Annie said. "You can't let them . . ." Nel could be cruel. "A deal's a deal, Charlie." "But . . ." "I'll see you tomorrow, Charlie." Elizabeth folded up the bills and stuffed them in her dress pocket. "I'd better get back to work." Nel pushed me toward the dock where I saw a rowboat tied. "Sorry, Charlie," Annie said behind us. "It's now almost three hundred. We'll make it up to you. Won't we Nel?" Nel shoved me and I almost fell off the dock. Go on to read the next two chapters. The
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