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CHAPTER ONE

Freda Thurlowe was not medically trained. In fact, it was a considerable challenge to her to handle a fingernail filed too close at the corner. But there she was, balancing a bottle of Merthiolate in her left hand and dabbing at Tuesday Noir's bleeding crotch.

"Jesus Christ! The son of a bitch damn near chewed you up and spit you right out on the floor!" she exploded. "What kind of a mangy mother-fucker would bite chunks out of a girl?"

"Shit, I don't know," Tuesday said wearily. "He was one of those smooth-talking cats when we haggled over the money, but once he got his pants off and caught sight of me bare, then he just went right out of his tree."

Freda dabbed on some more of the medicine and was gratified to see Tuesday wince. "If it burns, that's good," she said. "My grandmother always said the burning was a sign the germ was dying-"

"You and your grandmother," Tuesday sniffed. "I bet she never had any of that stuff stuck up her

cunt. Goddamn! It's just like liquid fire."

"Maybe we shouldn't be putting it on there," Freda said doubtfully.

"Oh, goddamn! We've got to put it on," Tuesday said through her teeth. "That miserable cock-sucker probably has some creeping Chinese disease on his mouth. 'Bout my luck to have my snatch drop out just when we're getting ready for the football crowds. Hell, I bet I won't be able to fuck for a week,"

"Oh, it won't be that long," Freda assured her. "And even if it is, hell, blow-jobs are selling for more than just plain old fucking. Get down on those dicks, and you'll be banking plenty even if your snatch is a little gnawed up."

"Man, I can suck a cock with anybody," Tuesday said, "but these bastards who never wash 'em. So help me Jesus, I tried to eat a dick last week that had so much cheese caked on the head I goddamn near gagged. The guy was holding a wad of money or I would have told him to shove it. After I ate all the slit off his dick, he was a cheap mother. Laid a ten on me. I told him he ought to get up off at least fifty."

Freda replaced the top of the bottle. "Well, it'll be as good as new in no time. And listen, make those scummy assholes wash their cocks off. They know the damn things're dirty, and they know they stink."

"Naw, nobody ever thinks his cock's dirty and smelly. Like us. You ever think your cunt smells?"

"Hell, I know it does!" Freda said. "Jesus, after a Saturday night when I've screwed a battalion of-

men, I can smell the damn thing a block away."

"How many bites I got down there?" asked Tuesday.

"Well, he got you real good right in the twat. Looks like he tried to bite the left lip off. That's a real bad place. Then you got a bunch of scratches over the inside of your legs running all back to your asshole. You got a couple of nips out of your stomach, too. But the main thing is that big chunk right out of the middle of your cunt."

"I wish I could have pissed in his face or, even better, blown him out with a big fart!"

Freda laughed. "You're okay. You'll be going strong tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess," Tuesday said. "Thanks for the paint job."

"Think nothin' of it," Freda said. "You're a tough ole gal. How'd you ever turn hooker anyhow? Not that it's any of my business…"

"Oh, shit. I'm not touchy about what's happened to me," Tuesday said. "It's been a great big sack of skunk-shit as long as I can remember. Hell, I never had nothing worth a damn, and I guess I was always trying to shove some pussy off in exchange for a friend or a chance to be somebody."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, like I can remember when I was eighteen. That summer they sent me to a miserable camp. Shit, it was worse than a prison. All these split-tailed assholes who were so fucking cute. And you know me… hell…I'm trying to be friendly with everybody,

hoping to God somebody'd be decent. Oh, I can remember it like right now. It was as hot as the hubs of hell, and we were all sleeping naked…"

The rich snots went to the mountains, the folks kinda in the middle went to camps, and the poor whites and Negroes went to "Day Camps". Older guys were crowding the market as counselors. They worked the camps, taking their girl pussies where they could sneak them.

Tuesday's mother refused to consider any camp where there were men on the staff.

"Absolutely not!" she said, slapping the palm of her hand down on the kitchen table for emphasis. "Tuesday is not going out there with some sex-crazed woodmen. Lord knows I've worked all these years to keep her a virgin, and I'm not sending her where there're men or even guys."

The old man was a sore-codded old failure whose last hard-on had been the occasion for a three-day celebration, but it had been so long ago that nobody, not even the old man himself, could be exactly certain when. Since he was not fucking the old woman at all, she spent her time thinking

about who else was and might be fucking Generally, it was a harmless pastime, but it was no help to Tuesday who wanted to go to a private camp at Yodel Hole, Virginia.

"NO!" her mother thundered. "You'll go to the camp where they have Christian ladies of refinement and some breeding to look after you. At least you can't be raped in an all-girl camp."

Pity the poor woman's total ignorance. Tuesday arrived on a Sunday afternoon, and was "processed" and assigned to a cabin. There were four other girls in the crude shelter, and Tuesday didn't like the way the mattress smelled.

Then she met Miss Emilia Douche (pronounced, she was cautioned), "doo-shay", with the accent on the last syllable). Miss Douche was a real, sure enough Frenchie, who had been to school, according to report, in Paris itself. She was butchy, and walked with a masculine swing to her shoulders. Her close-cropped hair framed a strong-featured face, and in her shorts, she displayed an excellent set of well-tanned legs. Tuesday noted that Miss Douche did not hold much in the mammary or tit department, but this

was a minor point. The girl smiled, and offered Tuesday her hand.

"Come on, honey," she invited. "You're new, so let me show you around."

There followed a tour of the camp, and Tuesday was simply overwhelmed to find in the next couple of days that Miss Douche was her almost constant companion. On the evening of the third day, the counselor offered an unexpected prize.

"Why don't you come up and sleep with me, Tuesday?" she asked. "I have a great big bed all to myself, and I'd just love to have you. We could have.., fun!" The last was offered with a deliciously suggestive inflection which led Tuesday's stomach to contact with pleasurable pangs of anticipation. She could just picture the two of them with a flashlight under the covers after lights out, eating cookies which had been stolen from the kitchen.

Tuesday accepted Miss Douche's invitation, and was tingling all over with anticipation as she moved her things into the counselor's comfortable quarters.

"Here, dear, put your clothes in the closet, and let's get in bed! I've been wanting to get to bed with you for the longest time."

"Oh, yes," Tuesday answered breathlessly. "Me, too!"

"You have?" Miss Douche asked, amazed. "You think we can have fun in bed?"

"Sure we can," Tuesday said. "You show me how."

Emilia Douche was thirty years old, and except for a deficiency in the boobie department. I was a magnificent piece of human construction. She could have attracted big, juicing, swinging cocks from a radius of several hundred miles. She could have been eaten and buggered by some of the more attractive men in two states. And had these attractions not turned her on, she could have chosen a lezzie partner from uncounted thousands of adult women who liked their vice versa. She had an oozing snatch for Tuesday from the moment the teen went through her "processing".

Tuesday was a honey blonde whose natural ringlets swept away from her high forehead. Her nose was pretty and her short upper lip gave her an appearance of pleasant pouting. The young woman was cute, as everybody back home said, and to Miss Douche, she represented the most succulent morsel ever offered.

"Tuesday," she said. "I want you to take off all your clothes and be naked."

"You gonna take yours off, too?" Tuesday asked, all excited.

"Yes. Yes, I am," Miss Douche replied. She began to pull her shirt over her head as Tuesday quickly got down to the buff. When they were both naked, Tuesday did not laugh or make reference to the thatched pussy bush between Emilia's legs. She did, however, look pointedly at the quivering cunt, and Emilia was so hot just from the glance that she was certain she would come as soon as she touched Tuesday's dainty snatch.

Miss Douche turned out the light, leaving the room bathed in a soft glow of moonlight. It was sufficient for Tuesday to see that Emilia's nipples were very pronounced and hard. The titties were small, but those nipples beat anything Tuesday had ever seen. She thought Miss Douche undoubtedly had the nicest, cleanest body in the whole world. She was so tanned! And she smelled so fresh!

"Lie down," Emilia said in a deepening, husky voice. "On your back, with your legs spread apart."

"Now," she said, climbing on the bed and straddling Tuesday's left leg, "we am going to play… we're going to make love. I'll show you how. Just lie still. You'll like what I'm going to do. Then, after I do it to you, you can do it to me."

"Oh, I'd like that," Tuesday said, shivering with delight. "Show me how to do whatever it is."

Emilia ran her fingers lightly over Tuesday's body, beginning at her titties, and sweeping down across her stomach to her legs. Special emphasis was given to the inside of Tuesday's thighs. Oh, how tender and sweet was the flesh there!

Carefully, Emilia avoided direct contact with Tuesday's pussy slash, but she allowed her fingers to play lightly aver the twat lips. The very delicate touch of those tapering fingers sent a quiver of pleasure over Tuesday. It was sure fun to be naked with Miss Douche.

The sweeping of the fingertips increased in tempo, and Emilia alternated her hands so that

when the right was down low, the left was at the top, starting a new path between the tiny titties. Tuesday didn't know why, but when Emilia's finger brushed over her pussy, she involuntarily tightened her asshole. Uuummm! It was really fun!

Emilia was panting. She was so terribly hot. God, how she wanted to feel the warmth of that young body against herself!

She toyed with various ideas on how to get her first orgasm. Of course, it was going to be a swift and crude thing. Teaching Tuesday to lick a pussy might take a day or longer, and Emilia wanted to avoid any action which might, scare her. Oh, well, hell!

She lay down beside Tuesday, and slipped one arm under the girl's body. Crooking the arm, she was about to turn Tuesday on one side, and they were face to face.

With her free hand, Miss Douche reached around and took Tuesday's firm ass, and pulled her up close. Tuesday cooperated by wriggling in as tight as she could. Tuesday liked the feel of Miss Douche's nipples, and Emilia almost lost her breath when the contact was made at titty level. The touch of her boobs against Tuesday so excited Emilia that she allowed her fingers to wander in between the cheeks of the teen's ass.

And Oh, Jesus! There was her asshole! Too early to go into it, but, please God, Emilia prayed, just let me touch it. Oh! There it was!

When Emilia's index finger was planted on Tuesday's asshole, the girl hunched, and in so doing she brought the front of her well-made

thigh up between Miss Douche's legs, and banged it sharply against her furry and chipping cunt.

That did it! Douche climaxed and, moaning, she began to lick and kiss Tuesday about the face. Tuesday kissed back, and was amazed to find Miss Douche sticking her tongue down her throat. That was fun!

Once she started to come, Miss Douche kept the orgasms railing. She pulled Tuesday up close and rolled over on her back. Thus, Emilia had Tuesday on top, with a meaty leg rubbing against her burning cunt. Miss Douche was so violent in her squirming and bunching that various parts of her body were coming in contact with Tuesday's pussy.

The sensation was delightful! Tuesday sometimes rubbed her box while sitting in the bathtub, and sometimes at night when she was certain Momma wasn't coming, she would elevate her nightgown and play with her twat. It had all been external, and she had not climaxed. But it was good!

Miss Douche was even better. Playing round the whole was an innovation which Tuesday relished. Ooooh! That made it so much more fun, and… Good Night! Miss Douche was going to kiss her…surely not…well, by golly, she did. Right in the pussy! Oooooh! Now that was something! Oh, good!

Tuesday began to match her older friend wiggle for wiggle. Without knowing why, she suddenly took Miss Douche's left titty into her mouth and

Was sucking it for all she was worth. A feel with which she was not familiar seemed to rise out from her crotch and burn all through her body.

God, Miss Douche had stuck her tongue up inside… No! Yes! Miss Douche was licking inside of Tuesday's pussy.

Tuesday sucked on the titty harder and attempted to reach around Miss Douche to get at the counselor's asshole. Tuesday liked the finger pressing gently on her brownie… just about as much as she liked that wet, flashing tongue working its way around inside her pee-hole.

Ooooh!

Tuesday felt like she was about to pee and do number two at the same time. Oh, she was going to do it! There came over her the grandest, awfullest, sweetest, most frightening feeling ever!

She shuddered, and quivered, and dug her fingers into Miss Douche as she reached her first come.

"You're coming," Miss Douche whispered breathlessly. "Isn't it wonderful! Oh, Tuesday, keep going now, you're beginning to learn how to do it."

Tuesday had no idea of doing anything else, less than continuing. She- was hot, tough at the time she would not have understood the term. As she felt the great ball of fire roll about her body, Tuesday hoped that Miss Douche would keep licking up her pussy forever.

Oh, it was so good! Tuesday wanted some more of that sweet tongue up her snatch, and, if possible, she wanted to get closer, more involved.

Emilia realized that Tuesday was overcome, swept away by the power of her first climax. She was also perceptive enough to know that Tuesday wanted to get it again. This torrid moment of first desire was the time, then, to break the girl in correctly. The Bible says, as the twig is bent, so grows the tree. Starting a girl off as a lesbian requires a proper appreciation for the necessity of participation. Emilia did not have the least idea of letting Tuesday be a passive partner.

"Now, Tuesday, isn't it fun?"

"Yes, yes!" the teen cried. "Let's do it some more!"

"Sure we will, but I want you to do everything I do. Okay?"

"Oh, yes, I'll do anything!"

Emilia patted Tuesday on the as lovingly. "Good. Now turn around and put your head down where you can kiss into my pussy."

"You want me to kiss it? You want me to stick my tongue up your pussy like you did mine?"

Miss Douche felt her knees melt at the prospect. God, this was all too good to be true! A real, truly inclined lezzie. Oh, sweet Jesus, thank you and God, too, for sending this along. Oh, Tuesday was an angel, heaven sent to give poor Emilia's tongue-starved cunt some relief.

"Yes, that's it! Shove your tongue in my gash!

Now, lick up at the top. Feel that hard place? That's a clitoris. Here, let me feel you.

There… there! See! You have one, too. Here, see how it feels when I lick it."

Emilia applied her tongue to the almost hidden clit of Tuesday and when the contact was firmly made, Tuesday almost cried aloud.

It was such a heavenly feeling! Oh, how good it was to kiss and lick in Miss Douche's pussy. Golly, it sure was wet. Had she been pissing? No, it didn't smell like pee. It was… well, oily. That made it easy to get up inside her snatch. Oh, Miss Douche was just full of great surprises. Tuesday loved her.

They ate each other's pussies, and Tuesday worked with an ever-increasing deftness and appreciation. She was having the best time of her whole life, thanks to Emilia.

After coming once, Tuesday was slow to come again, because every time the climax approached, she was a little taken aback by the violence of her feeling, and she would unintentionally do something to change the course of things and keep her from blowing off.

But Emilia kept coming time after time, until she was fearful for her sanity. Really, she wanted to change things. She wanted to get up Tuesday's asshole and show Tuesday how to go up her own bung, but Emilia Douche had never in her whole life been so completely satisfied.

Oh, Tuesday was a lamb, a wonder of wonders! And Emilia was determined to keep the girl near her. Oh, she would work in a shit-house, eat acorns and drink creek water, but she could never allow Tuesday to get away again.

They kept eating and slurping each other's cunts until Emilia had come ten times of which she could be certain, and others, perhaps, which had been

beyond her capacity to recall. She decided that she would hold off and come once more, and that she would concentrate on Tuesday's snatch to make certain the girl ended their first session racked with the shivers of orgasm. Once a girl got used to the idea of coming, Emilia felt, she could be counted on.

Tuesday was gobbling in Emilia's cunt, and the wetness from the hole, plus the overflow from Tuesday's mouth had dipped and saturated the bed. But Tuesday didn't care. How sweet to eat Miss Douche's pussy, and how sweet it was…

Holy God! Miss Douche had stuck her finger in Tuesday's asshole!

The girl wanted to fill her lungs with the maximum amount of air they could accommodate and scream in great, pleasurable anguish. However, she was mute. No sound escaped her as she burrowed deeper into the muff, and twisted her ass about to grind the intruding finger into the most delightful spots. As that digit worked in her butthole, Tuesday was approaching orgasm under the tongue attacking her Nat She was stimulated by her own pussy-sucking, and just as she got her come, Miss Douche felt tiny fingers steal into the crack of her as, and then she came herself. They went off almost together.

"You're wonderful!" Emilia breathed. "I love you!"

"I love you, too, Miss Douche. Can I sleep naked here some more?"