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Elizabeth was a beautiful girl, fifteen and I guess the proper word would be, common. Every small town has several, not all fifteen-years-old mind you, but extremely similar in how easily they spread their legs for just about anyone. I could go on giving my ideas of what makes some girls different but I think you, my reader, are here for something else. But it should be mentioned that this was 1933 and the Depression was in full force. A lot of men weren't working; too many were at home being nuisances. Sex was a commodity then as now, and when there was no other way for a family to make money to put food on the table, daughters earned it on their backs, directly as prostitutes, indirectly as whores whose many boyfriends gave them presents. Also remember that youth, male and female, were clamping at the bit to be free. Sexual license was a freedom as good as any other in a time when so many people felt they were doing without. So visualize. Elizabeth eagerly earned quarters in the ravine behind the school (and elsewhere but we're not quite there yet) helping me during my treatments with a diligence that gained my admiration and not a little love. Dot was there every time for the first week or so. She was the one who tied my hands, assisted me in a variety of ways, most not kind, to focus my attention on anything but what Elizabeth was doing to me with her practiced fingers. Elizabeth's blue eyes always seemed to shine brighter when she saw me with my pants down at my ankles. Her short straight blonde hair swung gracefully as she moved her hands. This close I could examine her dress, see how the print was faded and the light background, which might have been white originally, was a soiled dun color. There were stains on the dress that the pattern couldn't hide. A seam on her right shoulder was beginning to pull apart. A button on the front was missing so I could see into her dress and glimpse her belly. The square neck collar front opened when Elizabeth bent forward and I could see her small breasts. If I was standing, Dot had decided I should be worked on in a variety of postures, I could look, if I dared, and see down the front of Elizabeth's dress as she knelt before me, hands busy, eyes fixed on my cock as if she willed it to shrink to fit her hole. I would see her breasts, her belly and her bush sometimes, straight through her dress to the ground. Usually I was too busy to look. Dot penalized me if I jumped when she hit my ass with a forsythia branch stripped of leaves. That hurt so much and she did it so often it was a wonder that I could sit afterwards. I didn't want to, Lord I didn't, but I came much too quickly to satisfy Dot's strict standards. I was to last an hour, was punished if I couldn't. And because I couldn't that was the reason all her efforts for me were foiled. Dot's last day with us, at least as a regular companion, Elizabeth knelt before me, my hands and arms were tied above my head to a tree limb. It was so hard to stand while Elizabeth tried to fix my cock. Dot hit me in the small of my back. "Look at this," she said. She held the memo book in front of me. I saw the column of numbers scrawled in pencil on the page. What Elizabeth was doing to my cock felt so good. Dot grabbed my hair and shook my head. "Look at this. What does it total?" I tried to do the math in my head, couldn't think straight. "Uh. Five dollars." She swung my head from side to side. "No. No. No. Idiot." "Five dollars, twenty-six cents." She slapped my face. "Get the ax, Elizabeth, I'm not putting up with this any longer." She lowered her tone. "It's for your own good." Elizabeth didn't stop what she was doing, in fact picked up speed. I began to dance on my toes. "The ax, Elizabeth." "Later," Elizabeth said. "Okay, later," Dot said. "This is your last one, Charlie. Enjoy it while you can." "No!" "Yes, Charlie. Your last one." She emphasized each word with a tug of my hair. "Finis." "Oh." My eyes flew open as I felt something indescribable. "What's that?" "What do you think it is?" Dot tipped my head forward. I saw my cock in Elizabeth's mouth. She held my cock with both hands and just the tip was past her lips. Her tongue . . . My belly tensed, my back arched and I tried not to do it. Dot slapped my ass and Elizabeth's hands fell away. I was in her and I screamed as Dot wrenched my nipples. The pain with pleasure was too much for me and I fainted. I came to with Dot whipping me all over as she screamed at me. Elizabeth sat on the log watching us, her dress pulled up to her hips, her fingers in and on her pussy. She smiled as she watched me try to spin away from the blows, my ankles tangled in my pants. Elizabeth had a smile on her face I'd seen nowhere else but here, and on no one else but her. Her blue eyes blazed as she watched me. When I next saw her after spinning, her eyes were shut, her head was thrown back and Dot stopped. My skin burned, I pulsed all over, and my erection bounced eagerly. "The total is for six dollars and forty cents. With interest." "Interest!" "With interest it's eight dollars even." "That's too much." "I thinks so too. That's why we're going to cut it off." "No!" "I've had it with you, Charlie." I could tell she was angry as she untied my hands. Her face was red from the exertion and her breathing was fast. I fell to my knees and moaned. My wrists burned, my whole body burned. "Get the ax," Dot said. "Okay." I looked up to see Elizabeth get off the log, her dress fall to her knees and she walked over to where the old rusty ax lay that Dot had found somewhere and brought to our meetings as a reminder. "No," I said. "You can't." Dot grabbed my ear and tugged. "Get up." I tried to swat her hand away. "Then we'll do it here," she said. A firm kick in my side topped me over. "As soon as you see a clear shot, chop it off," Dot said. Elizabeth looked down at me, grinned with the ax raised over her head. "No. You can't," I screamed. I'm not too ashamed to admit I begged. "What if you miss?" "We won't miss if you hold still," Dot said. She prepared to kick me again. "No." I was crying. Dot kicked me in the leg. "Roll onto your back." "No," I wailed. She raised her foot. "Get ready, Elizabeth," she said. "No. Please don't. I'll pay you back." "How?" "I'll work." "Get ready, Elizabeth." Elizabeth leaned forward, the ax held over her head. "What if I kill him?" "We'll dump the body in the river tonight after dark," Dot said. "Ready?" "No," I screamed. "On your back." I rolled on my back and covered my cock with both hands. I was shaking from fear. "Take your hands away." "No. Please don't." "Ready, Elizabeth." "I'm ready." She grinned at me. "Nice knowing you, Charlie." "Oh dear Lord. I'll do anything." "Take your hands away." "Too bad it's not hard and sticking up. I'm liable to miss," Elizabeth said. "Anything. Just tell me. Oh." Elizabeth prepared to swing. "Stop," Dot said. "Let me think a minute." Elizabeth stepped back, let the ax head rest at her feet, the handle in her hands. I was able to look partway up her dress. Of all things, at that moment I was looking up Elizabeth's dress. "You'll do anything?" Dot asked. "Anything." "Regular treatments and you'll be good now?" "I'll be good. I'm doing my best, Dot." "Your best isn't good enough." "I'll do better." "And you'll pay us back?" "Every penny." "With interest?" "With interest." "Can you use him, Elizabeth?" Elizabeth let the ax handle fall. "I can use him." "Then your share, Charlie, is a nickel," Dot said. "Dime," Elizabeth said. "Are you sure you want to do that? That only gives you a nickel." "That's okay, Dot," Elizabeth said. She had a funny smile on her face. "Get up, Charlie." Dot stood back. "Pull your pants up. You were pretty disgusting just then." "I'm sorry, but . . ." "No excuses." "I'm sorry." I stood and fastened my pants. "I'm done with you for now, Charlie. I won't be back except to check up on you two from time to time." "What . . ." "Elizabeth," Dot turned to her, "no slip ups. Remember." Elizabeth nodded, still smiling at me. "Explain it to him." Elizabeth jerked my arm. "Over here, Charlie." I watched Dot walk away, up the bank and out of sight. I turned to Elizabeth. "Explain what?" Elizabeth patted the log where she was sitting. "Come here." I sat next to her; she put her hand on my leg and gave a squeeze. I smiled at her, I didn't know what else to do. "You're my man now, Charlie. You get . . ." "Your man?" "My boyfriend. You get a dime . . ." She must have seen my face. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," I said. No one wanted to be Elizabeth's boyfriend. I smiled at her. "You get a dime for every guy I fuck. We'll charge a quarter, you see, and you get a dime because you're my man." "What?" "Dot gets a dime too because it's her idea." She pursed her lips. I'd never kissed a girl before. I puckered my lips and shut my eyes. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes. Dot looked at me. "You can see me naked if you want." Her eyes were so blue and her stare so intense. "You mean you . . ." "But Dot says we can't do it, you know, fuck, yet. I need to work on you some more first. Do you want to do it again?" Her voice was high; she grinned. "It will only be two and a half men." "Two and a half men?" "Take your pants off." She stood and pulled her dress over her head. I stared at her. There was so much to see I couldn't see it all after the first split second. "Take them off." She drew her hand up her leg to her pussy. I'd seen that before, but not the rest. I said something stupid. "Two and a half men?" "You're my man now. It's up to you to find them for me." I stood and fumbled with my pants. This is crazy, I thought. She's naked and I haven't even kissed her yet. Her whole face glowed as she fell to her knees. "We can start tonight after your treatment." "Start?" "Finding men." Dot touched my cock and it jumped. "Be good, Charlie. Remember." I shut my eyes. "Dot didn't say I couldn't do this." She kissed me. I felt her teeth lightly scrape my skin. "Oh," I said. I almost fell over. "That was very naughty," Elizabeth said. "I'm going to tell Dot what you just did." "Don't." I fell to my knees so we faced each other. "I'll be good. I promise. Just don't . . ." Elizabeth kissed me and I felt her tongue with something slimy on it enter my mouth. Something? I knew what it was.
Chapter 4 It wasn't hard finding men for Elizabeth, not after the first few days or so. It was hard for me. Frankly, I didn't have the slightest idea what was going on and was pretty busy with my own problems. I was continually overwhelmed with what seemed an insurmountable difficulty, the size of my cock and how, despite the treatments, it hadn't gotten any smaller. I was still a virgin. I had kissed a girl for the first time in my life at sixteen and I guess I was dating. I know some of my readers remember how confusing young love is. I did love Elizabeth — for her diligence, for the way her blue eyes carved a hole in my soul, for how her hands felt and the sweet kisses afterwards. I loved Elizabeth, this was something I grew to realize, for her dependability. She was always there for me. But finding her men — the first night I was all twisted up in knots, didn't have the slightest idea of what I was doing or how to go about it. Elizabeth led me by hand through town, everyone saw us, noticed my condition — wide eyed stare, leaves stuck to my clothes, mussed hair — and hers, to the walkway between Clancy's and the dock. Three men watched us from a bench in front of Clancy's, enjoying their beer in the early evening light when the whole world slows down. "Go on," Elizabeth said to me. She let go of my hand and went to the stairs down to the river. The men grinned at me; I followed Elizabeth down the stairs asking her, "Go on, what?" "I'm telling Dot for sure," she said. "I wasn't going to, but if you try to weasel out of our deal, just take advantage of me like all the rest, I'm telling her everything." "Everything?" We stood on the path along the bank of the river. Lights were on at the dock; we could hear a car pass in the distance. It was quiet otherwise. "That we did it." "But we didn't do anything, did we?" "Oh yes we did. Everything. Most especially everything." "Kiss?" "You're cute. You know that?" She fell to her knees and brushed sticks away in a circle. She stripped off her dress and lay on it. In the gloom her eyes were bright and I found it hard to concentrate because I was trying to see everything. "Do you want me to tell Dot?" she asked. "Of course not." "Then go up there and tell them where I am and it's a quarter. Get the quarter first before you tell them where I am. I'll do the rest." I stared down at her. "Come here," she whispered. "What?" "Come here." I fell to my knees. She grabbed me and pulled me close. "Dot wanted to give you just a nickel but I want you to have a dime." She kissed me. It felt funny being on my knees, now hands and knees as she wrestled me. That's what I thought she was doing and I was getting a hardon which made everything stranger, and she was naked and I could smell her and she smelled so nice and warm. Elizabeth said, "You're my man, aren't you?" I was afraid my voice would squeak. I gave a nod and swallowed noisily. "Then you need to find ten for your treatments today plus extras for last week and the interest." I nodded; my face was so close to hers our lips were almost touching. "Don't forget the interest." I tried to shake my head but she wasn't letting me go. "Are you going to do it for me?" I gave a nod. "Are you?" "Yes." My voice did squeak. She let go of my head and let her arms fall above her head. I rose slowly to my knees looking down at her. I wanted to touch her but knew if I did, something terrible would happen. I wanted to do something, anything. I didn't have the slightest idea of what or how. All I knew was her hole was too small and that I was a numskull for even thinking she'd let me. I blurted out, "I love you," and stared at her wondering where that came from. "I know you do." She moistened her lips with her tongue and I wanted to scream. Her nipples were round and thick on her breasts. I stood quickly and backed away. I faced the water, it got darker and finally my cock fell. Elizabeth motions behind me were subtle. I could hear her breathe and the rustle of cloth. I'm shy. I'll always be shy. Those last steps up to the walkway took forever. It was dark now. There was hardly any moon. I steeled myself the best I could before I stood on the walkway, faced the grinning men on the bench. There were four now, three sitting, one standing; all looked at me. I couldn't go any closer. "My girl," I said. They couldn't hear me. "What happened to the cute piece?" the one furthest to the right shouted. He was a coarse looking man, unshaven, in his undershirt, with mean eyes. "My girl," I said. "Cat's got his tongue," the one next to him said. "Or the bitch bit it off." They all laughed. I wanted to run. The ax would have been kinder. "Twenty-five cents," I screamed. "Twenty-five cents what?" the mean-eyed one said. He stood and came toward me. I backed into the rail. "The treatments cost twenty-five cents each." My eyes went from one face to the other. "Treatments?" The three others joined their mate and ringed me. "Treatments?" they said. "A quarter," I said. My knees were shaking and my mouth was bone dry. "She's down there?" The mean eyed one asked. I nodded. All four men grinned at me. None of them had all their teeth and their breath stank. "Our lucky day, Mike," one said. He turned to go down the steps. "Wait," I squeaked. "I need your quarters first." The mean-eyed one spat at my feet and raised his eyes to mine. "What if I don't want to pay?" He and the others left me and went down the ladder. I began to cry. It was horrible. I ran to the steps and shouted down, "If you don't give me your quarters for your treatments, she and my sister will cut off your cocks with a rusty ax." There was quiet in the night. I heard a voice say, "They'll do what?" "Cock your cocks off with a rusty ax. It's terrible. If they miss, they'll throw your body in the river after dark." I heard their voices below but couldn't make out the words. I heard steps approach up the bank. The mean-eyed one came to me. "Four quarters, right? For our treatments. Right?" I nodded. "And treatments are what I think they are?" I guessed so. I gave a nod. He took my hand and dumped change in it. "You count and make sure. And then go down to tell her we paid you. No rough stuff." I counted the money; it was a nickel too much. He told me to keep it. I passed the other three on the way down the steps. I could smell them, couldn't really see them. I made my way to where Elizabeth waited. "Who's that?" she said. "Charlie." "What's taking you so long?" She sounded short with me. "There are four, they've paid me." "Well bring them here." "Okay. They wanted to be sure you knew they paid me." "Charlie?" "Yes." "Do you really love me?" I hoped so. "Yes." "Then don't make me wait so long." "I have an extra nickel, too." "I knew I could trust you. Send them along." I turned away. "Charlie?" she said. I turned back. "You'll still love me, even if I'm a . . ." I nodded. "You will, won't you?" "Of course I will." "Go quickly then." Turned away. "I'll be thinking of you and how one day we may be able to . . ." "I'll get them." I rushed off. I was finally beginning to realize what they meant by the wages of sin. For a few moments of self-gratification I had to lose so much, frustrate my sister, and suffer shame. I vowed never again. "Twenty-seven paces down the path," I told the men. I watched them go off for their treatments. I realized why, in a town as small as ours, there were so many no accounts. Men who did little to hold a job or a woman's love. They were loud enough for me to still hear as I climbed the steps. I sat on the bench in front of Clancy's with my head in my hands. What Elizabeth and my sister went through because of me. It was fifteen minutes later when they came up onto the walkway. They smiled at me; I smiled back hoping everything went okay. Seeing them made me despair of ever finishing my treatments. Two leaned up against the brick wall and whistled while the mean-eyed one joined me on the bench. The fourth went into Clancy's. "She asked us to help you, kid. Said you needed a lot of money." I nodded. "The interest," I said. Everyone agreed. "The interest will kill you," they said. "It nearly did." "Jim's getting beers. Want one, kid?" "I'm too young to drink, sir." They looked at each other, one nodded. The mean-eyed one patted my leg. "Don't let it get you down." I sighed. "It's just that . . ." "You want one of us to tell the others in the bar?" I brightened considerably. "Could you?" One of them got a look from the mean-eyed one and peeled himself off the wall and went into the bar. "Buck up, kid. You must love each other a lot." "I do, we do." I looked at their faces. "You going to get married one of these days?" I burst into tears. "We can't. I'm too big for her." There was silence, someone coughed; they looked at each other. Two men came out of the bar. "Is this the kid?" The mean-eyed one sat back on the bench. "Give the money to him." He turned to me, "What's your name, by the way?" "Charlie." Four dimes and two nickels fell into my hand. I said to them, "Thanks." The one leaning against the wall said, "I'll show them." "Don't be rough on the girl down there," the mean-eyed one shouted. When Jim came out with the pitcher and mugs he handed one to me. "Drink up, kid." I held the mug and saw my reflection in the glass. The foam on top looked pure, almost like snow. I raised my eyes. "I can't." "You'd better, kid. You're in for a long night." Go on to read the next two chapters. The
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