"That's right," said Laura. "And his life insurance policy will pay my college tuition when I graduate from high school. Oh!" she exclaimed, suddenly remembering. "I promised a friend of mine that I would help her sell some cookies that her club made for charity. I thought I would sell them to some of the other residents in the building. May I go sell them now?"

"Okay," said her mother, "but don't be long. We're having dinner soon."

She grabbed her bundle of cookies and skipped out the door and down the hallway, her pigtails flopping behind her. Turning the corner, she rang the doorbell of the first apartment she came to.

"Yes, what do you want?" the man said as he opened the door. He was a big, husky man with a rough, stubby beard.

"I'm selling cookies," Laura said, eyeing the huge bulge in the man's crotch. "Would you like to buy some?"

"Sure, come on in," he said.

She entered his apartment hesitantly. It was a small place with one large room, a small kitchen, and a bathroom. There were dirty clothes and newspapers scattered everywhere. Beer cans were stacked, one upon another, in a corner, and there was a rank odor in the air.

He studied her plump tits, bulging from her tight sweater, and her long, slender legs. His cock was now straining against his pants.

"What kind of cookies do you have?" he asked.

"I'll show you," she answered. She noticed his hardened cock and it excited her. She extended the assortment of cookies to him, unable to remove her eyes from his bulge. Her pussy was beginning to heat up.

"No, I don't think I want any of those cookies. I want your other cookie." He knocked the boxes out of her hand, swept Laura up, and carried her to the bed. Throwing her on his bed, he removed the skirt and sweater from the wildly struggling teen. Without saying another word, he began to fondle her soft, young tits. She resisted at first, but after few minutes, her aroused body began to respond and she gave in to him.