Ed Keyes
Pilgrim of passion

CHAPTER ONE

She was in trouble and she knew it. Instead of going directly home, she sat in the park and thought about things. She was expelled from school, and according to the slip of paper they had given her, she was to bring her parents with her when she returned again.

It was a glorious spring morning and she had little real interest in school. She had other things on her mind.

She decided that she would call Raoul and see if he was at home. If he was, she was going to spend the day with him. She liked the things that she could do with Raoul and he was very eager to teach her things.

She was fifteen and her body was developed to the point where every male around looked at her and seemed to enjoy doing it, too. And she liked being looked at. She knew that. She liked Raoul, too.

He was not like the boys that she knew. He was in his early twenties and he had only recently come from Europe. He was very polished about sex and all of its pleasures and he had agreed to teach her all that he knew. She thought that that was very nice of him. And she did want to be a good pupil.

Her parents were dead and she lived in a foster home with a couple who were too old to try and raise a very beautiful blonde foster daughter. She hated her foster home and she was doing a lot of thinking about running away. Perhaps today would be a good day for running away. She would have to talk it all over with Raoul if she went to see him.

She glanced at her watch, then she walked over to an outside phone booth and she dialed Raoul's number. He answered on the very first ring. She said hi and he said hi and then she blurted out the truth.

"I got expelled," she said. "They say I take too much time off. Like that. What are you doing?"

He laughed. "I'm thinking about what a nice day we could have if you decide to come over here."

"I'll hurry," she said, breathlessly.

She began to tremble as soon as she hung up the phone. Raoul could always do that to her. He was a good looking man and he was so obviously sexy and since she had been spending so much time with him, she had come to like him in a much different way than when they first became friends. Now he was her lover and she was his ardent pupil, always eager to learn and to please. He was really the reason why she was being expelled because she had discovered that she liked being with Raoul more than she did being in school. So, they walked for long hours in the city streets and sat in the parks and talked and when he took her to his apartment, they wound up in a frantic sexual embrace and he enjoyed her and she enjoyed him.

There had to be more to it, she knew. So, she had made him promise her that he would stop thinking of her as a child and begin treating her like a young lady.

She knew by now that she loved sex, and that she would do anything that Raoul might ask of her, but her inexperience was one of the things that she worried most about.

She walked along the city streets, aware that she was becoming more and more excited as she neared Raoul's apartment. It was still quite early and she thought that they might have some breakfast before they did anything else.

When she arrived at Raoul's place, she took the elevator to the fifth floor and when she rang his bell, she found that she was shaking. She did not know if she was unnerved because of anticipating sexual delights with her friend, or if she worried about being expelled and not returning to her home. She was in lots of trouble and she just didn't care at all any more.

Raoul let her in and he welcomed her with his usual big smile. As soon as he closed the door he put his hands on her breasts and when she moaned and started to cave, he laughed and pulled her into his arms. He was wearing a pair of rainbow slacks and nothing else. He kissed her and when she shivered and squirmed against him he pulled her closer to him and his mouth was warm and slippery as it molded her lips and thrilled her and increased her passions. She was shaking and gasping for breath and she knew that he enjoyed doing that to her. He loved to arouse her to the point where she lost all control and then he would work on her systematically and put her fires out one by one. She knew that much from the things that they had already done.

She could feel the immense bulge in his trousers and it pleased her to know that she could affect him so easily. He put his arm around her shoulders and he almost carried her toward the bedroom. She was suddenly alive and throbbing with sexual eagerness and she was as eager for bed as he was.

He began undressing her, smiling at her distress. She just couldn't stop shaking and she could feel the warm, trickling sensations deep within her crotch as his touch triggered one orgasm after another in her. She put her hands on the waistband of his trousers and when she pushed them downwards she saw that he had nothing on underneath them. She put her hand on his stiff rod and as he made a soft, pleased sound deep in his throat, she began moving her hand up and down and she giggled as he began to shiver, too.

They shifted and fell and she landed on the bed and he was on top of her, still struggling to get her panties off. She made a quick movement with her hand and then she could feel the wetness of his tongue in her slippery slit and then it was inside and she knew that they were just too worked up for anything but that which they were doing. His tongue and his clinging mouth were driving her out of her mind with intense sexual thrills and she shifted her head until her mouth found his slippery organ and then he was sliding it into her mouth and she was shaking and quivering with great erotic ecstasies as her busy little tongue forced him into eruption, and as she devoured him, she could feel the quick, frenzied bursts of passion quickening and bubbling in her depths and she was sure that she was going to faint with ecstasies too intense to be endured.

She didn't faint. She kept right on with her eager efforts and when she finally made him erupt again, she lingered, feasting as delicately as a praying mantis, as shamelessly as any glutton.

They talked after a while and he held her in his arms and their naked bodies touched and glowed with sheer wanting. He liked kissing her, he said, so he did it often. And that made it difficult for her to explain about things to him.

"You don't seem to care," she said, "but, I am in a hell of a mess. I don't dare go home. They'll call the welfare people and I will wind up in juvenile hall and that will be the end of me. I can't go home. I can't."

"So, don't go home," he said. He was sitting up, smiling at her, and he was sliding his finger in and out of her over-stimulated pussy and she was hopping around, trying to keep her mind on the things that she wanted to talk to him about. She saw that he was hard and ready again and she forgot all about the things that she was trying to say. He gave her breasts a gentle shove and she toppled backwards, her luscious thighs opened and then he was on top of her and her dainty fingers were guiding him into her. She gasped as the tip of his organ touched her opening, and then she gave a quick, convulsive shifting of her hips and her body swallowed him. They began the frantic motions of screwing, both of them gasping for breath, squirming and heaving in powerful combat and their hands were busy with each other's parts, their mouths clung, their tongues battled and tasted and twisted and then they were bursting and exploding and the frenzied orgasms tore them apart, drove them high up on a craggy place of exquisite torments and tiny, blazing spasms that brought a little more relief each time one occurred.

They held on to each other, drenched with sweat and too weak to move for a long time. He lit a cigarette and gave it to her, and then he lit one for himself. In time, they were able to sit up and when he headed for the bathroom, she went along with him. He watched her as she used the vaginal syringe that he kept in a drawer, then they walked into the shower and while she washed him, he did as much for her. When they were clean they went back to bed and he held her in his arms while they slept.

They talked when they woke and she was filled with all sorts of fears. She was convinced that she was not going to go back to the house that she lived in and the people she was supposed to call foster parents. She just couldn't do it.

"I am going to run away from home," she said. "Why can't I come and live with you?"

He shook his head and his smile was sad. She could see that the idea appealed to him.

"Alicia, my dear," he said, slowly, "I would love to have you come and live with me, but, you know the kind of trouble that would get me into. No thanks."

"Well, what can I do?" she wailed. "I am not going back to school and I don't want to go home to those square fuddy duddys again. Not ever. So, what do I do? You got any ideas?"

He looked at her for a long time and she could see that he liked what he was looking at, and she moved closer to him so that his fingers could fondle her tingling breasts. He began to smile and she shivered as his fingertips squeezed her supersensitive flesh…

"You know," he said, thoughtfully, "you are an exceptionally beautiful girl and you are thoroughly amoral." He could see that she didn't quite understand.

"Horny," he said. "How would you like to get the hell out of here and go to Europe?"

"And what would I do in Europe?" she demanded.

He sighed and she could see that he was becoming a bit annoyed with her. That worried her. She didn't want him to become annoyed or displeased with her. He was her only friend at the moment and she didn't want to lose him. She sat up, her body glowing with good health and beauty and she smiled as she saw his gaze on the tiny slit between her lovely young thighs.

"Lisha," he said slowly, "I could talk to a friend of mine about you, and if she agrees that you are a fit candidate for what she does, she will send you to Europe and there you will be taught all of the various phases of sexual fun and games. You will become an expert in all of the various tricks and because you have become so expert, you will be able to earn great sums of money for the rest of your life. Would you like that kind of a life?"

"You mean be a whore," she said, quickly.

He shook his head. "No," he said, "I don't mean that. I mean that you go into training and others teach you how to perform all sorts of sexual acts better than anyone else."

"Like what would I learn?" she asked, smiling.

"Well, you would learn how to use your body to turn other people on, you would learn how to screw in all of the ways that there are, you would learn how to use your mouth on a cock or a cunt, whichever you are required to deal with at the moment… You would probably spend a couple of years learning and practicing. During this period of apprenticeship, the people who sponsor you and train you will take any money that you might earn. When you are graduated, and allowed to go on your own, your sponsors send you patrons and you begin to earn a fabulous living. And, I might add that I get a nice check for finding you. Now, do you want me to fix it up for you?"

"Maybe they wouldn't want me," Lisha said, forlornly.

He laughed at her. Then he told her that there was very little chance that she might not do. She was just too lovely and too well suited for such a life.

"They will want you, never fear," he said. "Now shall I talk to my friend about you?"

"Yes," she said, solemnly, fully aware that she was making an important decision. "I can't stay around this town without getting picked up. Then it is the hall for me. I'd rather go to Europe and learn how to have fun with my little pussy and stuff like that. So, you go ahead and fix it."

He kissed her on the tip of one nipple and then he lifted the telephone and began dialing. She put her hand on his plump thigh and then she began handling his genitals and when he became hard and erect, she began licking his organ while her fingernails delicately tickled his balls. He began talking and she tuned his words out of her consciousness. She slid her mouth down over his throbbing rod and then she began sucking him fiercely and when he burst in her mouth she devoured him as usual and she wondered how he was able to talk sensibly to anyone. He was patting her pale blonde hair and talking to someone, and when she was able to listen, she realized that he was praising her beauty and her ardor. She rewarded him with some more attention and after she made him come the second time, she stopped with her efforts and she sat up, very surprised to realize that she was shaking and experiencing many delicious little climaxes on her own.

When she began to take an interest in things again she noticed that he had finished with the phone and was sitting up in bed, watching her, smiling at her. He knew that she often got turned on so intensely that she lost all contact with her surroundings and reality and had to struggle for orientation. He lit a cigarette and when she reached for it, he handed it to her, and lit another for himself.

"I hope you know what you're doing," he said. "That was Phyllis I just talked with, and she is very much interested in helping you to run away from home. But, she gets a nice fat check for finding a pretty little thing like you. And, she has promised to give me half."

She stared at him, convinced that there was something very wrong about what he was doing with her.

"I am being sold into slavery," she said, "is that it?"

He burst out laughing. He sat up straight in the bed and he put his cigarette in the ash tray. When he finally stopped laughing he reached out and rumpled her shining blonde hair.

"Lisha, honey," he said, "you just don't understand. You wouldn't be any good to the people you are going to see if you were reluctant… I thought of sending them you because you are so damned horny and because you get so much fun out of fooling around. And, you like everything. So, you might as well make a career out of it. And, you say you have to get away from here anyway. So, that's why I fixed it with Phyllis. Now, let's get dressed and wait for her. She is coming over in a little while."

"To look me over?"

"Of course. You will meet lots of people who will look you over from now on. But, believe me, they will all like what they see. You will have a very wonderful life ahead of you, and you will enjoy it very much. I wouldn't let you start out on something if I thought that you wouldn't be happy doing it."

Wistfully, she said, "Will I see you again? I mean after I go to Europe?"

"Maybe. But, if you don't see me in Europe, you will see me when you come back here. And, you will come back here eventually. This is where the big money is and you will get so that you become very fond of big money."

They dressed and she was very careful with her makeup, eager to look her very best when Raoul's friend came to meet her. She brushed her shining golden hair, and then she worked to make her large gray eyes look even lovelier than they did naturally. She made up her soft, sullen mouth, knowing that it was one of her best features, and when she was finally finished in front of the mirror, she was very much impressed by her own loveliness.

She and Raoul were sitting in his living room sipping some coffee that he had made when Phyllis arrived. Raoul answered the door chimes and he returned with a tall, beautiful blonde girl.

"This is Phyllis," he said, "Phyllis, this is Alicia Franks. I've already told you about her."

Alicia smiled at the pretty blonde and she was warmed when Phyllis smiled back at her.

"You didn't tell me that she was as lovely as she is," Phyllis said. "Raoul, she is lovely, truly lovely."

"You'll find a place for her?" Raoul asked, grinning.

"Of course."

Phyllis sat down and for a time, she talked with Alicia, explaining things to her.

"This evening I will take you to the airport and put you aboard a plane for Rome. You will be met in Rome by the people who will assume responsibility for you and your future. You will be treated very well and you will have lots of fun, but, most important of all, you will be taught to be very expert and very knowledgeable about all sorts of sex. And, I am sure that you will be very grateful to Raoul and me in time to come."

It all seemed too easy to Alicia and she had some questions.

"Won't you get into trouble?" she asked. "I mean, the police will surely look for me, and they may find out that I knew Raoul. I wouldn't want to cause either of you any trouble."

"You won't," Phyllis said, crisply. "They won't bother looking for you. Not these days. They put you down as a runaway, and they assume that you have joined some group of hippies or other runaways and they let it go at that. There are just too many young people who are dropping out of sight or running away from home now. A lot of them come to us and we do what we can for them."

"You mean a lot of kids go this route?"

"Yes, Lisha," Phyllis said solemnly. "Many of them do. And, you will see why after a time. You will live in a big mansion and have lovely things. You will have your own personal servants and you will enjoy your life, believe me."

They talked some more and Phyllis said that she would take Alicia shopping that afternoon and she would buy her the things that she would need in her new existence. And, then she would take her along to the plane and see her off.

They left Raoul's apartment and had lunch together and then Alicia was alone with the stunning blonde girl and she was quite delighted by the prospect of shopping.

Phyllis seemed to take a real interest in her and she was pleased with the filmy, gossamer underthings that the older girl purchased for her. The huge pile of boxes were placed in a cab and sent ahead to Phyllis' apartment. Then she said that they had a few other stops to make.

"We have to get you a birth certificate and a passport and a few other things," Phyllis explained. "But, that won't be too much of a problem."

They drove to a small shop in a dingy street and the little bald headed man who ran the shop seemed to know Phyllis very well. They made Alicia wear a brunette wig for her passport photos and she was listed in her papers as a brunette.

"But, I'm a blonde," Alicia said. "I'm almost an ash blonde."

"I'll change all of that," Phyllis said, smiling. "When I get you home I will dye your hair. Now, come along. We're finished here."

They stopped off at the airport and bought Alicia a ticket to Rome and they were told that her flight would leave at ten thirty that evening. After that, they were finished and Phyllis said that they would go to her place and rest and relax and perhaps Alicia could model some of her brand new finery.

"I would love to do that for you," Alicia said, smiling.

Phyllis gave her a twinkling glance and then she concentrated on handling the big, expensive car that she drove. When they parked in the basement of the apartment house where Phyllis lived, Alicia looked around her and she could see that Phyllis lived in a very posh place. She wondered if the blonde woman earned her living by sending horny young girls to European brothels, and she was tempted to ask, but she didn't.

They went upstairs in the elevator and she was enthralled by the beauty of Phyllis' apartment, and because she reacted so candidly to the beauty of the place, Phyllis, pleased, took her on a tour of the plush living quarters she had fixed for herself.

After the tour was concluded they wound up in the kitchen and Phyllis made some instant coffee for them. They talked and smoked cigarettes and she asked Phyllis how many girls she sent off to Europe during the course of a year. Phyllis laughed at her.

"I don't make a career of it, dear," she said. "Just once in a while when we run into a pretty girl who is going to wind up making sex the main course in her life anyway. So far, I think that I have sent four girls to Europe and they all worked out fine. Now, bring your coffee and let's go into the bedroom. I want you to model your pretty new things for me, and I want to examine you and make sure that you haven't picked up something not quite nice."

Alicia was about to tell Phyllis that she had only had sex with Raoul but she hesitated, then said nothing. She didn't want the older girl to think her too inexperienced. She just smiled and went into the bedroom with Phyllis. The blonde woman sat on a fancy upholstered chair and watched as Alicia got undressed. When she was naked she noticed the gleam of admiration and excitement in Phyllis' eyes and she knew then that the girl had strong lesbian tendencies. She just didn't care. She laid on the bed, her thighs far apart, twitching and squirming in delicious agony as Phyllis used her fingers to explore the tiny rose petals guarding Alicia's femininity. And then the older girl groaned, and got onto the bed too. She kissed Alicia's warm mouth and her words were tortured, passionate and utterly candid.

"You are so lovely, Alicia," she said, whispering. "I must have you. I can't help myself."

Alicia did not answer her. She wriggled herself into a position of great comfort and she was beginning a long, uninterrupted series of lovely orgasms before Phyllis' pretty mouth slid over her crawling, seething pussy. She lost all semblance of sanity and she sprawled, spurting, whimpering, and throbbing with frenzied reaction to an expert tongue and clinging mouth.

Phyllis was fiercely hungry and she was like an animal as she moaned and whimpered and feasted upon young flesh. She was insatiable, uncaring about anything except gorging herself and indulging her own carnal appetites, and because she was doing such lovely things for Alicia, the urge to reciprocate came alive and Alicia knew that she was suddenly aching with the desire to taste Phyllis' intimate flesh, but she was too far out to do anything about it. She slid off into a rosy world of intense sensual ecstasies and let Phyllis have her way with her without saying anything or doing anything overt. Phyllis was very much content to do it all herself.

It was evening when Alicia finally snapped out of the stupor that Phyllis' efforts had induced in her. She sat up in the bed and she was alone. There were cigarettes on the night stand and she got one lit, felt a new sense of calm as the smoke was sucked into her lungs. She heard Phyllis moving around in the kitchen and she was not too surprised when the older girl came in with a tray and some food. Phyllis gave her a big, happy smile.

"How do you feel, dear?" she asked. "Did I wear you out?"

Gravely, Alicia nodded. "Yes," she said. "But, I liked it."

"I know," Phyllis said. "You can sleep on the plane. I've fixed us some supper and then you can get dressed and I'll help you get made up. I've decided since we lost so much time to loan you a brunette wig. That will take care of that."

"Don't you want me to model my new lingerie for you?"

Phyllis laughed at that. "No, dear," she said. "I'm afraid that if you did that I would never let you go off to Rome."

"I would like to stay with you," Alicia said.

"No you wouldn't," Phyllis said. "You'll make out much better the way we have it planned. Now, have something to eat and then I'll help you bathe and dress. I would like to get to the airport in plenty of time to visit with you before you leave me."

It took a long time to bathe and dress Alicia. But, when she was ready to go to the airport she knew that she looked prettier than she had ever looked before. She was wearing her new things and she chose the prettiest of the new dresses that Phyllis had bought for her. Phyllis seemed anxious to help her look her best and she felt a sense of gratitude for the older girl's interest.

"I'm not really selling you into slavery," Phyllis told her. "I have an idea that you will be very happy with your new friends and your new home."

"Will I ever see you again?" Alicia asked.

"I don't know. Perhaps if I come to Europe. I would certainly like to see you again. But, we will see."

"What about Raoul?" she persisted. "Will I never see him again?"

"You may. Raoul often goes to Europe, but for many months you will see only the people that your benefactors want you to see. Now, let me look at you, and then I think that we'd better go."

Alicia was very much surprised when she looked into the big mirrors in Phyllis' bathroom. With her dark brown hair and her skillful makeup job she looked nothing at all like Alicia Franks, the fifteen year old hooky player and sex pot. She looked sophisticated and at least twenty five. Phyllis was quite pleased with what they had accomplished.

"You won't be questioned," she said, "and, I don't think that anyone will ever show much interest in you. Once you show up as a runaway, the authorities lose interest in you. So, you have a very nice life and enjoy yourself."

They drove to the airport in a silence, and Alicia found that she was very much excited by the new life that she was about to enter upon. She loved flying and she hoped that she would not miss too much of the trip by sleeping.

Phyllis bought her some food and coffee and they spent a lot of time getting Alicia cleared and aboard her plane. When she was finally in her seat, Phyllis kissed her good bye and she stood a moment, actually seeming to be saddened because they were about to part.

"You will be met at the Rome airport by Rona and Nick," Phyllis explained. "And, you will live with them in their mansion. There you will begin your training and I just know that Rona and Nick will be delighted with you. I almost wish I could go with you. I really do."

Surprisingly, Alicia discovered that she was close to tears and she wanted to avoid that. Her mascara would run and she would be a mess. Phyllis seemed close to tears, too. She bent over, pressed her warm lips to Alicia's cheek and then she ran toward the exit, waving again just before she got off of the plane.

She slid down in her seat and she was glad that the seat next to her was unoccupied. The stewardess slipped a pillow behind her head and Alicia settled herself comfortably to wait for the lights to dim out…

In a few minutes she was sound asleep.