Ray Todd
Dirty little girl
CHAPTER ONE
Sitting quietly on the step, Libby anxiously looked down the dark road, waiting for the headlights of Billy Jefferson's pickup. Billy drove out to her mother's cafe every Thursday night so that Libby could suck him off.
Although only eighteen years old, for the past few years Libby had been charging the local boys two dollars for a blow job. She didn't know how much money she had collected over that time, but she had two large cans stuffed with dollars, dimes and quarters hidden under a loose floor board in the pantry.
She was dimly aware that she could make a lot more money letting older men fuck her, but she wasn't all that interested in fucking. She really enjoyed sucking off those hard young cock though.
The only person that she had really wanted to screw was Big Red, who was out in the house trailer behind the cafe with her mother. From the first time he had swaggered into the diner, Libby had dreamed of going to bed with this big handsome truck driver. She could never understand why he paid her mother for a piece of ass every Thursday when he drove through town. Little Libby was absolutely certain that almost every woman and girl in the world would give a piece of ass to Big Red for nothing.
As long as Libby could remember, sex had been a normal function in their home. Since she had been a baby, there had been a constant flow of men through her mother's bed. Some stayed only overnight, others stayed for weeks or months, and Jim Crawford, whom she really liked, lived with them for over a year until her mother threw him out when she found him screwing Libby.
Libby had first been initiated into sex by a dishwasher. He was a skinny old red-faced man who had promised to buy her a pony if she would let him fuck her, and, being a very practical little girl, she agreed.
Libby remembered how the old man had shaken and trembled with anticipation when she spread her naked little body out on the pantry floor. When his prick made contact with the warm outer skin of her virginal cunt, he became so excited that his tick, sticky jizz gushed out all over her stomach. The old man had sat down and cried like a hysterical child.
It had hurt like hell when he finally penetrated her pussy the next day, but because of another quick ejaculation, his limp wet cock soon slipped out.
He told her that the pony had been ordered and should arrive any day. Every morning she would go to the kitchen and ask if her pony had come, and he always said that it would probably be there tomorrow; then, taking her by the hand, he would lead her back into the pantry. Later that summer when Libby went into the kitchen to ask about the pony, her mother told her that the old dishwasher had packed his meager belongings and left during the night. Libby's new pony was never delivered.
Libby had never seen her father, but her mother had always told her what a grand gentleman he was.
'He wasn't like any other man I've ever known,' her mother often told her. 'He was a real aristocratic gentleman.'
Although he had disappeared long before Libby was born, her mother vowed to give the baby a name worthy of the child's elegant father. Hence the name Elizabeth, after the Queen of England, but within a few short years, the regal name had deteriorated to Libby.
Libby was not an attractive girl. She had a wide mouth with full moist lips that somehow seemed too exotic for her rather flat, broad face, framed with long, straight sun-streaked hair. Yet, her half-closed lids drooping over dull, listless eyes gave her a profoundly sensual appearance.
When she waited on tables in the diner, she always wore extremely short dresses, a very low neckline and no bra. She was aware that her half-exposed body invited a few pats and pinches, but it also attracted a lot of nickels and dimes left discreetly under the saucers of departing male customers.
Although not fat, the girl had huge firm tits and full, ample hips. Her bare upper thighs, although always looking a bit grubby, were always deliciously exposed to the very appreciative male customers. There was no doubt that her earthy appearance and sensual movements produced an animal magnetism that few men could ignore.
Sitting on the step of the diner, waiting for Billy Jefferson, she looked over at Big Red's rig parked in the shadows of the cafe. Sometimes she had dreamed that he had taken her away with him in the big truck. It would be so nice to travel down the highways with that big virile man.
Standing up, she reached under her dress to scratch her bare ass where a mosquito had raised a big welt.
'Damn that Billy,' she said to herself. 'When the hell will he get here?'
Libby was anxious for the boy to arrive. Not only did she like the two dollars she would receive, but she genuinely enjoyed the pleasure of sucking erect cocks. She loved the feel of the hard, throbbing meat in her mouth, and there was nothing that tasted better to her than hot, juicy spunk.
She heard the clatter of Billy Jefferson's old pickup long before it came over the bill. When she saw the lights, one much dimmer than the other, a little tingle of excitement flickered through her cunt.
'Hi, Billy,' she called when he had parked the pickup in the shadows of Red's big rig. 'Why so late tonight?'
'Shit,' grumbled the boy. 'Pa's makin' me work the late shift at the service station, and I couldn't get away till now.'
'Well, that's okay, Billy, but I'm sure glad you're here,' she smiled.
'Yeah,' he muttered. 'But I can't stay very long. Pa thinks I just went down to the corner for a bite to eat.'
'Okay,' she sighed. 'Where's your two bucks?'
'I-I only got one,' he stammered, pulling a worn bill out of his pocket.
'You know I ain't gonna suck anybody off for a lousy buck,' she snapped.
'But,' he argued, 'Pa was standin' right by the cash register, and I couldn't get no more.'
'No blow job for a lousy dollar,' she continued. 'But I'll jack you off for a buck.'
'Bullshit!' stormed Billy. 'I ain't paying anyone a dollar to jack me off when I can do it to myself for nothin'. Shit, I wouldn't pay you to suck me off if I could reach it with my own mouth.'
'Then you might as well leave, Billy,' she calmly replied. 'I still ain't gonna suck nobody off for a stinkin' buck.'
'Please,' begged the boy. 'Please, Libby, I'll bring the buck with me next Thursday.'
'But you still owe me fifty cents from last week,' the girl reminded him.
'That's all right, Libby, I'll pay it all back next Thursday, but please hurry up. I gotta get back.'
'All right,' she sighed, happy that he hadn't left. After all, she had been looking forward to having his hard cock in her mouth. 'Come over on the porch where nobody can see us.'
When he leaned back against the wall, Libby dropped to her knees in front of him and opened his fly.
'Shit!' she yelled when she had his cock in her hand. 'I ain't gonna suck this filthy thing!'
'What's the matter with it?' he asked impatiently.
'It stinks,' she snapped. 'And it looks like there's cottage cheese in the cracks and under the skin. Didn't you wash the damned thing?'
'I didn't have time,' he defended himself. 'I just run out of the station and jumped in my pickup.'
'Well, I ain't gonna suck that filthy thing,' she said firmly, releasing his dick and rising to her feet.
'Please?' the boy begged.
'All right, Billy,' she answered reluctantly. 'But go in there to the men's room and wash the damn thing off with soap and water.'
When he returned, his cock was scrubbed and clean.
'Now hurry up,' he pleaded. 'My old man's gonna kick the shit outta me if I'm late.'
Gently she placed the warm, hard piece of meat into her soft, cock-hungry little mouth. She rubbed her lips
