CHAPTER SEVEN
Brent and Robin spent almost two weeks with the Lassers before they continued their journey to San Francisco. The four of them slept together in a big king-sized bed every night, and it was just one big long orgy of fucking and sucking each other. Before putting them on a bus, Phil gave the youngsters two hundred dollars to tide them over.
When they arrived in San Francisco they spent the first day trying to find an inexpensive furnished apartment, finally locating one in a rather run-down building on Grant Avenue near Chinatown. By the time they'd paid the first month's rent, plus a deposit, they had very little left for food.
Brent went out every day, looking for a job while Robin tried to stretch their limited money for food. When Brent left on his fourth day of job hunting, they only had three dollars left between them. Sitting alone in the apartment, Robin began worrying about the desperate position in which they found themselves. She could think of only one way to raise some quick money, but she had no idea of how to sell herself. The thought of walking up to a strange man on the street frightened the unworldly youngster.
Wondering where she could go and who she could proposition, she suddenly thought of Carl Jackson, the apartment house manager. He lived downstairs with his fat rude wife, but Robin had noticed how he ogled her youthful young body when they passed in the hall. He was a rather sloppy-looking man in his early forties, but Robin was acutely aware of how he'd been lewdly lusting for her since the first day she'd moved in.
Brent had replaced a light bulb the day before, and the burned-out one was still in the waste paper basket, so she decided to replace it for the good one in the kitchen. Her plan was to get the apartment manager alone with her on the pretext that the light switch wasn't working.
It was only about ten o'clock in the morning, and not having dressed yet, she threw on a robe and walked down to his apartment.
'Hello,' smiled Robin when his fat, slutty wife answered the door.
'Yes,' said Mrs. Jackson, without smiling.
'Is your husband in?' the girl asked.
'No, but he'll be back in a few minutes.'
'Well,' sighed Robin. 'The light switch in my kitchen isn't working. Would you ask him to check it when he gets back?'
'Yeah,' sighed the woman, closing the door in the girl's face.
Hurrying back to her apartment, Robin removed the robe and slipped into a short little nightie that barely covered her sweet young ass. Looking into a mirror, she was pleased to see her nipples faintly exposed beneath the thin material of the low-cut garment.
She put on a pot of coffee and had only been waiting a few minutes when she heard him knocking.
'Hi, Mr. Jackson,' she beamed when she opened the door.
She was pleased with the way he gulped and sputtered as his eyes traveled from her visible nipples down to her shapely bare thighs that were so deliciously exposed beneath the short nightie.
'M-m-my w-wife says you're having trouble with a light switch,' he stammered, beads of perspiration breaking out on his bald head as his eyes moved back up over her lovely young body.
'It's in here,' she smiled, leading him into the kitchen.
Following the girl, he was literally drooling as he stared at the soft round cheeks of her ass through the thin material.
'Is the bulb okay?' he asked, flipping the switch up and down.
'I'm sure it is,' she lied. 'We put a new one in last night.'
'Well,' he spoke in a trembling voice. 'Let, me get a bulb out of the bathroom so I can check it.'
While he was gone, Robin hoisted herself up on the sink top, lifting the hem of her nightie and spreading her thighs so her pink little slit would be clearly visible to him. Returning, he screwed in the bulb and the light immediately came on.
'It was just the bulb,' he said, turning to face the pretty little blonde who was perched on the drain board of the sink.
His mouth dropped open and his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her juicy pink cuntlips peeking out at him from the golden swirls of her downy pussy hair.
'I'm so sorry to have bothered you,' she smiled coyly. 'I feel so stupid. May I offer you a cup of coffee?'
'That would be nice,' he gulped, not in any hurry to leave.
Hopping down from the sink, she poured him a cup of coffees and then picking up a large carrot that she'd purposely left on the table, she jumped on her perch again. He sat in a chair not three feet from where she was sitting above him. He just stared numbly at the delicious pussy tucked so sweetly between her open legs.
'Aren't you having any coffee?' he stammered, frying to make conversation under the wild circumstances.
'I've had plenty,' she grinned. 'I like to suck on carrots.'
'What do you mean, suck on them?' he asked, completely confused with her behavior.
'Ooooooooh,' she giggled, suggestively sliding the fat end of the carrot in and out between her obscenely availed lips. 'I like to suck on long, hard round things.'
His cock began throbbing violently as he watched the passionate expression on her face. The wild lust in her eyes as she sucked and licked on the obscene-looking carrot was almost blowing his mind.
'What's so neat about sucking a carrot?' he asked, his trembling hand placing the cup back down on the table.
'Please don't think I'm naughty,' she giggled, 'but it reminds me of sucking on a man's hard prick.'
'Do you suck your husband's cock?' he asked excitedly, getting more aroused by the minute.
'Sure,' she bragged.
'Funny,' he grinned. 'You kids don't even look old enough to be married.'
'Don't worry,' giggled Robin. 'I'm old enough.'
Seeing how the trembling man was drooling, Robin was quite confident that she would land her first customer. Smiling down at him, she removed the carrot from her mouth, and spreading her bare thighs wider apart, she began lightly running the thin tip of it up and down her blatantly exposed slit.
'God, that feels neat,' she whispered.
Seeing that the bald headed man was almost out of his mind with lust, she turned the carrot around and slowly pushed the fat end of it up between her slippery cuntlips. The sweating, drooling man could hardly believe his eyes when she began plunging the length of the thick carrot in and out of her hot dripping twat. The orange surface of the vegetable was soon coated with a milky film of cunt juice as her young pussy began creaming all over it. Trembling with the most intense lust he'd ever felt, Carl could see her deliciously pink cuntlips sucking and clinging wetly to the juice-slickened carrot every time she drew it out for the next thrust.
'Oh, God,' she panted. 'I'm gonna come all over this fuckin' carrot, but I'd rather have a cock fill me with jizz.'
'Would you?' he gasped, excitedly rubbing his cock through his pants.
'Sure,' the cute little blonde giggled. 'Would you like to fuck me?'
'Shit, yes,' he panted.
'Okay,' she whispered. 'Take your clothes off and come into the bedroom.'
The man began frantically ripping his clothes off as he followed her from the kitchen.
'My,' she beamed when he finally ripped his shorts off. 'That's a neat prick.'
It wasn't as large as her brother's, but it was long and thick with a big acorn-shaped cockhead with a thick flange at the base of it. The thought of his dick drilling into her cunt was getting the horny youngster almost as aroused as her potential customer.
When he sat down on the edge of her bed with his cock thrusting up proudly from between his legs, Robin removed her nightie and dropped to her knees in front of him.
Momentarily forgetting that she was after money, Robin firmly took his shaft in her hand and lowered her
