Unknown - High school harlots: girls for rent

Tender teen lovelies turned high school hookers!

Here is the documentation of a startling case history, untold until now the true story of a ring of prostitution, organized by a wanton woman teacher, and staffed with lovely, nubile beauties!

These young ladies were seduced by their teacher and sold their favors to the most important men and women of a typical suburban town.

Here, telling their stories in their own you will meet:

TINA raped by her uncle at she was born to be bad!

DEBBIE SUE the sexed-up who sold herself for kicks!

HONEY a petite, angel-faced teen by a husband and wife!

ELLEN brunette and bosomy, with a lust for orgies!

The true stories told by these high school harlots rip the lid off the secret desires of a suburban town!

SUBJECT: Tina B.

AGE: Eighteen

I was the first girl that Beverly turned out. Sold, I mean. Well, not exactly sold rented is more like it. Rented by the hour, or the night occasionally by the weekend.

Anyway, I was the first her first girl at Hamilton High School, that is. I don't know what she might have had going for her before she came to our school.

I never asked her about her past which was fair, since she never asked me about mine. I'm the kind of girl who knows how to keep her mouth shut.

Beverly appreciated that quality in me. Most girls my age and older are big mouths who couldn't keep a secret if their lives depended on it.

But I'm different. I'm a close-mouthed girl except when it comes to loving. Then no part of me is closed, least of all my mouth.

But I'm getting ahead of my story.

Anyway, I'm a girl who knows how to keep a secret. I know dozens of them. But I'm through keeping them now.

I figure, the story must be told. Anyway, even though our little circle was busted up and put out of business by the law, all of us girls are safe.

We won't go to court. All the charges are already dismissed. We girls all know too much about the private bedroom lives, the kinks and kicks of the men and women who run this town.

They don't want the truth to come out any more than we do. So we'll all get off scott-free. Not that they could have done much anyway, since most of the girls are under eighteen, under the legal age of prosecution.

So, I'll tell the tale for the record, since I know it won't be used against me.

Maybe, just maybe, if I thought that there was a chance of the law ever catching up with Beverly, I'd keep quiet.

But probably not. She's long gone. I wouldn't want to squeal, but I wouldn't sit here holding the bag, not for anybody, even her.

Did I love her? Hell, I don't know what love is, so how can I answer that, I was her lover, and made love with her, but that's different.

But she's long gone. She knew when we had gone too far, and when the law was going to come down hard to put us out of business.

The amazing thing is how long we were in operation a ring of high school girls turned whores! Amazing that we lasted as long as we did.

But Beverly was smart. She had all the angles covered, knew the ropes, knew who in the town authority to grease to keep on working.

And it was a discreet operation until things got out of hand.

The ring ran for over three years. It started when Beverly sold my ass and pussy and the rest of me with me wanting to do it as much as she did.

She got me early, when I was a sophomore. Now, I'm just about finishing my senior year. But I don't think that they'll let me graduate, not after everything that's come down.

Beverly was hired as an English teacher on the same fall that I began my sophomore semesters.

She had a good eye and knew how to pick her girls. And I was just made for her needs in every way, professional and personal.

I was no virgin when I started high school. Virgin? That's a laugh!

I lost my cherry to a drunken uncle when I was twelve, and had little titties and practically no hair on my pussy.

Uncle Frank it was, my mother's brother. My whore of a mother was between husbands at the time, but went out on a lot of dates, if you can call them that.

But Uncle Frank was a real good guy. He was unmarried, a regular joe in his middle thirties with a good job down at the factory.

Of course, that was years ago, way before the factory closed down and put Uncle Frank and half the town permanently out of work.

He used to babysit for me a lot. Down in the neighborhood where I lived, girls grow up fast, and so did I.

I knew the score, the facts of life, and then some. I didn't live in a slum, but it was as close to a slum as white trash can get.

Like other little girls I knew, I had played doctor with some of the neighborhood kids, showing them what I had, and checking out theirs.

And when I got my period at twelve, I was ready for it. I was really happy when my flat chest started to bud with little titties.

I couldn't wait to grow up. I was, you could say, precocious.

Real precocious. Uncle Frank knew that. Mom went out a lot. She was no hustler hell, she was too lazy to get something going but sometimes she turned a few tricks to pay the rent.

She loved men, and she was a real piece of ass, in a kind of blowsy way, so there were always lots of fellows chasing after her.

Uncle Frank babysat for me a lot. I wasn't an only child, but my sister Terry was ten years older than me.

Terry got knocked up, married, and divorced by the time she was sixteen, and she was long gone by the time I got my period.

Uncle Frank was a big beefy guy with a red face and hair thinning out on top. He was big, with a beer belly.

He liked to touch me. He was always grabbing me and hugging me and covering me with kisses and making me sit on his lap.

I didn't mind I love attention, especially from men, and did then, too.

Anyway, about this time I had had my period for close to ten months. My titties sprouted from my chest, and there was a thin patch of hair between my legs.

I guess Uncle Frank had been waiting for me to reach that point for a long time.

It was a night just like any other, when he took me.

Mom went out. She was stuffed into a bra two sizes too small, and jammed in a girdle, and dressed to kill.

She had a hot and heavy date. I knew what that meant that she wouldn't be home until late in the night, or early in the morning.

Uncle Frank came over, ready to spend the night. He wasn't married, so he didn't have anybody to account to for his comings and goings.

If Mom had been smarter, she would have figured out just why Uncle Frank was so obliging and willing to babysit for a twelve year old kid.

Not that Mom was stupid she's shrewd enough about things relating to her.

But she goes around a good part of the time in a drunken fog, and she was really hitting the bottle heavy at that time.

Besides, she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Uncle Frank was always willing to babysit at the least little notice, and unlike a real sitter, he didn't charge Mom a dime.

Mom kissed me goodnight and hurried down the stairs to meet her date, who drove up in a big car to pick her up.

She swung that big butt of hers, wiggling her hips as she hurried to the car. She blew me a kiss and got in the car and they drove away.

When she left, I was a virgin when she came back, my cherry was gone.

But shit, she didn't even know that.

Uncle Frank settled down in front of the TV with a six-pack. I played in my room and pretended to do my homework.

It got dark. During a commercial, Uncle Frank came to my room and said that it was time for me to get into my pajamas and get ready for bed.