Little Dora

a short story by Varangian

September, 2002

�Hey, big guy,� the wrinkled crone called to me.� �Looking for a blow job?�

As I approached I had seen the old woman leaning against the lamp post before she spoke and thought she was a drunk, which was a reasonable assumption, considering the neighborhood.� None of the several people nearby bothered to turn his head to see my response to her blatant offer.

�No, grandma,� I replied glibly.� �I�m just out to buy some Vaseline to fuck my cat.�

She cackled, then hacked like a smoker.� �That�s cheap pussy!� she gasped and coughed again.

I stopped, because I was intrigued by the ancient creature who was dressed as primly as my great aunt Margeret and had very alert eyes.

�You should be up in the next block, college boy,� she said through the smoke of her dangling cigarette.� �The girls there are a lot younger, but none of them charge as little as I do.�

A grotesquely obese black woman in impossibly brief shorts passed by, leering at me.� The old woman nodded a greeting at her.

�So what�s your price?� I asked her just to be polite.

�With my teeth out I�ll gum you for a dime,� she replied smugly.

�A dime!� I objected.� �You can�t make a living like that!�

�A dime to maintain my professional standing, dearie.� Otherwise I�d do it for fun.�

�That�s very considerate of you, ma�am.� But to tell the truth I wasn�t looking for a woman.�

�Is that so?� she said.� �Then you�ve come to the right place.� I can get you a boy, if you like;� a pretty, hairless child of twelve who sports a large cock.�

�I�m not into boys,� I hastened to inform her.

�No?� How about a biker or a prissy young man?�

�No, no.� I�m not queer.� I was just out for a stroll.�

She eyed me sternly.� �You can�t fool me, fella.� You think I�m too old for you, right?�

I was about to move on and escape the awkward scene, but she grabbed my arm.� �If you don�t want me, I can get you anything from flat-chested girls with naked pussies to women who have boobs the size of watermelons and love butt fucking.� What do you say?�

A violent hand then seized my shoulder and spun me around.� �Hey, Mom!� my assailant exclaimed.� �Has this guy been hitting on you?�

�Let him go, Salvatore!� the woman growled.� �He says he�s just out for a walk.�

The large guy pushed me hard and I almost fell backwards.� �Then get off my street!� he yelled.� �I have a business to run.�

�Wait, wait!� the woman cried.� �I think he�s just the right guy to break in Dora.�

�Dora�s not ready yet,� he replied without turning to his mother, his eyes riveted angrily on me.

�Well I say she is!�� I don�t buy that shy act of hers.�

�Mom!� I�ve been saving Dora for a big score.� Virgins bring a sweet price nowadays that they�re so rare.�

�How long have you been feeding that girl, Sal?� Four, five years?� She�s getting moldy on the shelf and not earning her keep.� I say now�s the time, and this geeky boy here is just the right one to introduce her to the joys of whoredom.�

The brute�s face softened, despite the woman�s emphatic blows to his shoulders.� He stepped away from the assault and shrugged.

�Okay,� he said sullenly, gripping the front of my shirt.� �You�ve been elected to rip little Dora.�

Dora was not so little I learned, when Sal dragged me to a nearby basement apartment.� She was only two or three inches shorter than I and appeared to be of an age that would be legal in some jurisdictions.� She was dressed like a schoolgirl: plaid skirt, white blouse, bare legs with white anklets and pumps.� Cute ringlets hung from her raven hair.� Her pale face looked up at me shyly.� She was almost pretty.

�Who are you?� she asked when Sal left, slamming the door behind him.

�That thug wants me to rape you!� I exclaimed.� �Is there a back way out of here?�

�Oh, that�s just Cousin Sal,� she said with a dismissive wave of her slender arm.� �I bet Grandma put him up to this.�

�Did you know they intend to make a whore of you?� I asked vehemently.

�Of course, and I�ve been putting them off.� They want to sell me as a virgin, but I�m not.�

The girl had an appealing, girlish tone to her voice.� I took an arm to urge her sit with me on the couch.� When she did so, her skirt rose to reveal enticing thighs as pale as her face.� I stared at them, becoming aroused, and she parted her legs just slightly.

�But I bet you are,� she said.

�Am what?�

�A virgin.�

I suppose I blushed, because it was an awful truth for a guy of twenty-two.

�I, I�ve never had the chance,� I stammered with eyes riveted on those luscious thighs.

�Well now you do,� she said sweetly, raising my head with a finger under the chin.

�Really?� You, you don�t mind?�

�Not at all!� I think it might be fun.� she exclaimed gaily.� �It hurt the first time, of course.� Reverend Fatwell told me he was bringing me closer to God, so I grit my teeth and endured it.� But the second time we prayed together it almost felt good.� He pulled out too soon, though, and asked me to taste the essence of the lord.�

I placed a hand on her cool thigh to learn that it was as soft as it looked.� She kissed my lips, a quick peck, then looked at me slyly.

�Reverend Fatwell is a bit stubby down here,� she said, fingering my groin.� �I�ve heard that some guys are much larger.�

�I�m big enough,� I announced proudly, although worried that her groping would set me off.

�Let�s see!� she said, slipping to her knees in front of me.

I leaned back in the couch as she pulled down my pants and boxers.

�Oh, yes!� You are bigger!� And your knob looks so tasty.�

I emitted a groan when she held the shaft and placed her lips over the fat end of my cock.�� After three or four gentle sucks my pleasure exploded in her mouth�� But she stayed with it without recoiling until I had to push her head away.�� She smiled up at me with my stuff drooling down her chin.� She leaned forward to spit on the tail of my shirt and wipe her messy face.

She stood without a word and began to undress, her skirt and panties first.� The sight of her untamed bush above succulent upper thighs stirred my cock to renewed life.� She turned her back to face the opposite wall where in the reflection of a broad mirror I watched her open the blouse slowly.� Firm, alabaster breasts came immediately into view, because she wore no bra.� I quickly removed the rest of my clothes, then grabbed her perky butt cheeks with both hands.� She turned again to me, pushing her bush at my face.� I rose quickly, my hard cock wagging, and embraced the girl before easing her onto the cushions.� She lay there invitingly, one leg splayed to the floor, the other thrown over the back of the couch.� I kissed down the exquisite near thigh, staring all the while at her slightly parted pussy lips, my destination.� She squirmed and squealed while I ate her out as I had learned from porno movies.� But soon she pulled on my head.

�Get on top now,� she gasped.

I obliged the horny girl.� She guided my cock to her opening and I penetrated her warm tightness until I was completely embedded.� It felt more magnificent than I had ever dreamed!� She went wild.

�Oh, yes!� Oh, god!� she screamed repeatedly.� �Fuck me!� Fuck me!� Harder!�

But between each outburst she grinned at me slyly.� I could not last long, despite the recent blowjob.� I banged at her until we yelled together.

�Get off now,� she demanded immediately, her stern face now appearing somewhat older than before.

I stood in confusion.� I wanted to talk with her, to arrange for another time together, but she tossed me my trousers.

�You�d better dress and leave before Sal returns,� she said in a voice that had lost its girlish quality.

She went into another room and closed the door, which left me no option. I pulled on my clothes and exited the door I came in.

A group of men, geezers, were coming out of an adjacent door.� One had his fly undone and there were spots on his pants.� The mirror! I suddenly realized.� Those old coots had been watching us through the mirror.� I turned my head to see Sal and his mother standing beneath the street lamp.� He was counting a wad of money.

�Come back and visit again, dearie,� the crone called to me.� �We can even put you in the movies.�

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