Introduction CHAPTER ONE TALLAHASSEE LASSIE CHAPTER TWO GIRL OF THE HILLS CHAPTER THREE TEXANS ARE BIGGER CHAPTER FOUR THIRD AVENUE PICKUP CHAPTER FIVE HARBOR GIRL Conclusion Bibliography
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INTRODUCTION
"I wasn't sure at first whether he really wanted to do what I wanted, but by this time he was too aroused to turn back. His penis was hard and I knew he had to do something with it, so I slipped my arms around his back and held on to his body tightly while I closed my mouth over his and let my tongue go wild. I felt him respond, and I knew I just had to maneuver myself so that big thing of his would go where I wanted it. And I wanted it, right up my ass where it would give me the satisfaction I wanted right then. His hips were moving, pushing, trying to get that rod right between my legs, but that was old hat as far as I was concerned. I'd had my pussy screwed so often it didn't really mean much anymore.
"But to have that glorious weapon slide into me from the back, that was something else again. And he had just the thing to do it right-long, hard, and throbbing with desire. I was so excited, I pushed him over, back on the bed, and started moving my hips so that I was sitting on top of his cock. His hands came around and started grabbing my ass, sinking his fingers into my flesh, and I knew he thought he was going to fuck me in front, but that's not what I intended. I slid my body forward, and I felt the head of his prick slide past my cunt and into my ass crease, coming to rest finally with his red throbbing head against my anus. I felt myself quiver inside with anticipation. Any second now--I raised up and rotated myself, feeling the end of his organ touching, pushing, and then sliding in. He groaned and closed his eyes, concentrating on the exquisite sensations that were flooding his loins, I guess. I knew he was enjoying it. There's nothing better than a tight ass-hole, a guy once said to me, and as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing better than a big cock up your ass.
"I lowered myself and felt his organ go in, all the way, until I was sitting on top of his crotch, every inch of that massive rod encased within my rectum. His hands came round and grabbed my tits, squeezing them, his fingers caressing my nipples and sending shivers through my body. I felt my vagina quivering and contracting, oozing my own juices and pulsating with pleasure.
"Every time this happened, my mind would fly back to the very first time-when I was thirteen-that my cousin corn-holed me, out in the barn, when we were living down on the Mexican border close to Brownsville. He said he'd do it that way to make sure I didn't get pregnant, and I figured that was fine. When he stuck it in, it felt just like I was floating, and ever since then, it's been the same: glorious, wonderful sensations that, to me, are far better than being fucked in front.
"I'm able to work my sphincter so that it tightens as he pushes in, then loosens as he slides back, almost all the way out, and then grips his rod again as it slides in, all the way. I know what it does to a man, and it gives me the greatest pleasure of all.
"He was really going to town by this time. His hands were rubbing my tits together, holding them firmly, and his hips were ramming his prick deep every thrust. I leaned forward and kissed him, then slid my lips down over his neck, biting him hard and nibbling on his ear. He began groaning and his body was shaking. With a sudden push, he rolled me over and I was on my back, my legs in the air, and he was pumping his rod into me faster and faster, his balls slapping against my buttocks every time he rammed home.
"I wrapped my legs around his waist and started squeezing my ass-hole tighter and tighter, enclosing his hard firm flesh in a circle of pleasure. I felt his hand move down across my stomach, and his fingers slide through my crotch hairs, wet and slippery with my juices, into my cunt. He found my clitoris and began fingering it, rubbing it hard, and only increasing the thrills that coursed through my body. His head lowered and I felt his teeth close around my nipple, biting and sucking. It was like electric shocks going through me, starting at my ass-hole, and flooding every nerve. I was quivering myself and I knew it wouldn't be long before I reached my climax. From the way he was pumping his cock into me, I knew he was already on that long ride home. Our bodies blended in rhythm, and I pulled back as he withdrew his prick, then pushed forward, bringing our flesh together violently, and I felt the end of his penis deep inside me, massaging me, and giving me the greatest sensation I knew. He began moaning louder and louder, and I could feel his rod expand and quiver, and I knew then he was about to shoot his load. His mouth opened wide and he lifted his mouth up and cried out, 'I'm coming ... oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK!' And then his teeth closed harshly around my flesh as he bit my shoulder, and I felt him jerk hard inside me. The thrill sent me into immediate orgasm, and my cunt seemed to flood with my own juices as I came. We rocked together on the bed, completely engrossed in the sensuality of the moment, with the pleasure that we were bringing each other. He was the best fuck I ever had.
"After it was over, he wanted to know why I didn't want him to screw me in front, and I told him I liked it better up my ass. I remember he laughed and said it was better for him, because my ass-hole felt better than any pussy he'd ever screwed."
The incidence of analism is widespread and far more popular than the average individual would imagine. Usually associated with homosexuality, this sexual activity is nonetheless a basic part of many heterosexual relationships, providing variation to intercourse, and, with many women, a preferred form of sex.
The Random House Dictionary of the English Language defines analism as the gratification derived from stimulation of the anus, although in the strict sense, the gratification stems from the overall sensual feelings that are not only at the anus, but are internal, as well as psychological.
If intercourse of the common penis-vagina type is considered the norm, then anal intercourse would fall under the heading of a deviation. Yet the anus plays an important part in erotic stimulation during any form of sex, and could in reality be classified as a normal adjunct to intercourse. Most marriage manuals advise a husband to pay attention to his wife's anus in titillation and sex play, bringing her thus to the peak of sensation and ultimate orgasm.
One common form of stimulation, cunnilingus, often includes the manual massage of a woman's anus while the man's mouth is pressed against her labia, giving her oral pleasure as well as anal. Many couples will indulge in this form of erotic play, though not everyone will carry it through to the ultimate penetration of the anus by the man's penis. The man's penis size may cause too much discomfort for the woman, despite the fact that the anus can stretch to accommodate a human hand, but only after careful and repeated activity.
Many women will allow only vaginal penetration from an aesthetic standpoint, but again, as with all forms of sex, it depends upon the individual and the basic preference of the parties concerned. It should be stressed that the majority of men and women do not include anal activity among their regular or preferred forms of sex, but every child does go through an "anal" stage.
The time of the anal period lasts roughly from the end of the first year to the end of the third year of life. It is tied in closely with the period of toilet training. A child demands immediate gratification of his needs, unlike an adult who learns to control his gratification for the most appropriate moment. To a child, the discomfort of a full bowel is removed by instinctive elimination. The relief and pleasure from this action establishes the anus as a focal point of gratification. This period is usually outgrown, but with some, the anus remains throughout adult life as a source of stimulation and sensual satisfaction.
Children, and adults, are extremely avid for any experience that brings sensual pleasure. We do not know the intimate lives of our children any more than we know the intimate pleasure lives of our friends, but we do know that man's innate search for self-gratification leads every individual to manipulation of the excretory organs. It is pleasurable to rub the anus and the surrounding skin and to introduce the tip of the fingers or some other small object into the anus. The games that some children play are not so far removed from adult practical jokes that often include forcing a blast of compressed air up the anus, often with disastrous results. Some hedonists even limit themselves to strictly anal sensations, preferring the introduction of a hand into the rectum, to give internal stimulation and massage, to the more commonly practiced sex activity.
Stemming from every child's anal period, the desire for sensual experiences can develop into a permanent preference for anal intercourse and sex play. Many childhood traumas and disciplines imposed during toilet training contribute to this condition, which, let us stress, is definitely a minor deviation in human behavior.
Anal intercourse appears to be more common among the poorer classes, particularly rural groups. Studies have shown that boys brought up in the country, on farms, find greater outlets for their sex drives, and their activities include intercourse with animals as well as humans, and very often such activity is anal in nature.
Poorer families are often crammed into restricted living quarters. The parents share one room with possibly four or five children, sometimes more. The children sleep in close proximity and indulge in mutual sex play from an early age. They also often witness their parents having sex; in fact, among some farm families, it is not uncommon for a father to have intercourse with his young daughters, just as primitive tribes throughout the world find it acceptable for the father to indoctrinate his daughters into the mechanics of sex.
Anal intercourse becomes particularly common between poor husbands and wives who have little pleasures in life other than those they find themselves. And, as a pleasure that precludes pregnancy, anal intercourse offers both parties an enjoyable outlet for their constant passions.
Children approaching and just into puberty will explore all manner of sexual gratification, both vaginal and anal. Brought up under conditions where reproduction is a common preoccupation, farm children will indulge in all manner of sex-oriented play among themselves in their curious journey to the meaning of life.
Just as they will manipulate a girl's vagina, putting a hand in as far as practicable, boys will explore their anal orifice with much the same thought in mind: the ultimate in pleasure to be derived from the body. The sensitive nerve endings around the anus are not unlike those connected with the vagina. The proximity of both organs lends a reciprocity of sensation, so that if a woman is having vaginal intercourse, her pleasure can be increased by the insertion of a finger into the anus. Similarly, if a man is having anal intercourse, he can add to the woman's sensations by manipulating her vaginal area, or, if he is supple enough, he can perform cunnilingus at the same time.
These clinical ramifications, however, are of little interest to most poorer classes, who know only that there is pleasure to be derived from the insertion of a penis into another body, and whether such insertion is done to the vagina or the anus is of little consequence. Among rural groups in the Southern parts of the United States, anal intercourse, or "cornholing," has become as much an idiomatic sex activity as frontal intercourse.
There are no fixed concepts about the normality of sexual behavior; it varies greatly from individual to individual and even in the heterosexually mature person. Traditionally, sex relations have been regarded specifically as the means to procreation of the species, and any sex activity that defeated this purpose had been regarded as a perversion. With today's widening understanding of man's relationships with his fellow being, however the moral outlook is changing. Today, we realistically face the facts that the world is becoming overpopulated, and that indiscriminate reproduction of children is economically undesirable; nevertheless, man still has his urges which demand satisfaction. Thus, sex relationships fulfill two people's desires, and the manner in which this satisfaction is obtained is becoming irrelevant, provided the act does not result in harm to an individual. As today's younger generation puts it so succinctly, "You do your thing as long as no one gets hurt."
A more sophisticated approach to marital relations is usually lacking among the poorer classes. Usually the wife is regarded as the husband's chattel, to tend his home, bring up the children, and be there for her husband's complete satisfaction whenever he desires her. This may mean vaginal intercourse, oral or anal relations, or whatever the husband feels like at the moment of arousal. And the wife has to submit, irrespective of her own feelings at the moment.
This situation accounts in large measure for the usually run-down appearance of many rural wives, who may be only in their thirties, yet look fifty, unkempt, often overweight from eating too many cheap starchy foods, with their figures distorted by excessive childbearing.
For such women, anal stimulation can often replace the sensations of vaginal intercourse because of the increased eroticism of the act, unasso-ciated with the trauma of possible pregnancy. It is sensual pleasure for the sake of the act and nothing more; this ties in closely with the animalistic quality of much sex among the poorer classes. It is the one pleasure they can afford, and population statistics corroborate the fact that poorer families indulge in sexual intercourse more often than the affluent. Throughout the world, the present population explosion has been caused by those in the middle to lower income groups, whose preponderance of sexual activity includes all phases of intercourse.
Among the Eastern races, particularly Indian and Chinese, women have traditionally been objects of a man's satisfaction. Young girls are brought up from before puberty with the idea that their adult years should be predicated on the complete serving of their man. Sexual gratification is an art with these people, and girls are taught the finer variations that include vaginal and anal intercourse as well as oral and manual stimulation.
Among African tribes, anal relations are encouraged, even between men, as a strengthening of tribal ties. Kenyatta, in his revealing book on the Mau Mau movement in Africa, tells plainly of many of the rites which included anal relations between members. This was not something new, because such occurrences were commonplace before among many African tribes, both between men and women, and between men themselves.
With the Western civilizations, anal relations have been frowned upon by society for centuries, yet it is obvious they existed and were practiced. In 14th-century England, history records many cases of men in the armed forces of that country, as well as among the civilians, being hanged for "buggery." Anal intercourse has existed as long as man himself, dating back even before the legendary times of the Greeks and Romans brought this practice into public view as part of the changing sexual attitudes of humanity.
Today, as always, the more commonly practiced vaginal form of intercourse is still the prevailing mode, but sexual variations are emerging with society's acceptance of changing sexual patterns. Anal sex was even lauded and advised by such men as the marquis de Sade, whose excursions into the area of sex still shock the uninitiated.
But man always has been, and always will be, a sexual animal, and the gratification of his desires takes many forms. It is obvious to any adult male or female that penis-vagina activity is the ultimate in sensual satisfaction; however, as so much of sex can be psychological, anal relations can provide just as pleasurable an act, depending upon the individuals involved. The reader might wonder why a man would prefer the anal over the vaginal. For those who have not experienced it, one can only quote the physical facts that the anal orifice is usually tighter than the vaginal, particularly with women who have had three or four children or more. This affords a man greater pressure, greater friction, and, thereby, greater sensation from the act. For the recipient, there is definitely sensual gratification, provided the penis is not excessively large. The internal massaging by a penis provides erotic gratification not unlike that obtained when the penetration is vaginal. Many women enjoy the combination of anal intercourse with manual manipulation of the clitoris, a doubling in the enjoyment of the act.
This exposition is not meant to advise any reader to indulge indiscriminately. like anything affecting the body, if there is pain or discomfort involved, the practice should be discontinued at once. Rupturing of the anus, as well as tearing of the sphincter, are extreme results from violent anal intercourse, particularly with a penis that is larger than normal. But the fact remains that the anal orifice is extremely flexible, and with care during insertion and intercourse, the body will adjust and provide additional sensual satisfaction to both parties.
Apart from the physical pleasures involved, there are often psychological reasons for a woman preferring anal over vaginal intercourse. These can stem from a variety of reasons, most being lodged deep at the time of childhood. During the formative years, particularly from two through six, man's psychosexual development is affected by internal and external stimuli, which are reinforced or changed as the individual matures. Many traumas experienced during toilet training can assert themselves with greater insistence during puberty, resulting often in a deviation that finds fulfillment in anal sex activity. While the affluent and higher intelligence groups can indulge in the luxury of psychological help, the poor often have to struggle through as best they can. They either accept or resignedly put up with a situation, and the poorer women who become sex outlets for their husbands are often degenerate in their moral values, taking on any man who approaches them and losing the finer feelings in regard to human relations. Incidence of indiscriminate sexual activity, both vaginal and anal, is more common among the poor than the rich, and psychologists debate whether the economic situation is causal or concomitant.
The case histories dramatized in this book are taken from a broad spectrum of cases in various parts of the country. All subjects share a common economic background and lack of educational opportunities, and are broadly indicative of the type of sexual proclivities that exist among the lower income groups. It is debatable whether better income or better education would give such people a different attitude toward sexual gratification.
Man's instinctive drives lead him in diverse ways, irrespective of social position; however, patterns do emerge and sociologists have for decades observed the peculiar characteristics indigenous to the poor. This book contains several case histories which illustrate the sexual development of individuals with low income backgrounds and environmental influences which are not, by general standards, considered ideal for the best development of moral values.
CHAPTER ONE
TALLAHASSEE LASSIE
"I reckon the first time ever was when I was about fifteen, and this neighbor boy was after me. He'd been trying to get in my pants for a long time, ever since he knew what it was all about. He was about a year or two older'n me, and he used to walk home from school with me, and once or twice he'd try something, but I always pushed him off. I guess I just didn't feel like messing around, until that first time. My folks were out, and when I got home, this boy, Fred was his name, asked if he could come in with me for a glass of water. I said okay, and then, when we were in the kitchen, he put his arm around me and held me real close and tried to kiss me. I don't know why it happened that day. Maybe I was just feeling sexy or something, or wanted to find out, I don't know.
"Anyway, when he pulled me to him, I felt this thrill inside me. It was really something, because he was strong, and those muscular arms holding me and his body pressed against mine made me excited. I could feel this bulge in his pants pressing against me, and I knew he was getting hard and wanted to screw me. I let him kiss me, and his tongue pushed between my lips and into my mouth, licking around and rubbing. I'd never been kissed like that before, and it felt good. I put my arms around him and held him. We stood there in the middle of the kitchen, kissing and feeling, until that bulge in his pants really started sticking out. His hands came round and started feeling my tits, and that made me real hot. I could feel my cunt oozing and that was something that scared me. I thought that if I was that hot, it might mean I would have a baby if Fred screwed me. But even so, I wanted to find out more, and when he put his hand up my dress, I didn't stop him. I just stood there, while he pushed his fingers under my panties and into my tight little pussy, feeling and groping and giving me the most wonderful sensations I'd ever experienced. He whispered in my ear, 'Let's go to the bedroom,' and it was like I was in a dream as I led the way to my room, and all the time I was staring at that big bulge sticking out of his pants, wondering what it would look like, and how big it was. I'd seen my pa's once or twice, and his was huge. I got a little scared, but I still didn't tell Fred to go.
"We went into the bedroom, and he told me to lie down on the bed, because he wanted to undress me. I watched him as his trembling fingers undid me and he slowly took my clothes off, one by one, until I was bare-ass naked. He gasped as he stared down at me. 'Take off your clothes,' I told him, and in two seconds, he'd ripped off his shirt and dropped his pants, and that thing of his sprang out, stiff and jerking up and down. It wasn't as big as my pa's, but it was big enough to make me wonder what would happen when he put it in me, and then I started getting really scared. 'I don't want to,' I told him, but even as I said it, I knew it was too late. I did want to, even though something told me not to. Fred laughed, and came forward, standing beside the bed, with his prick sticking out. 'What-samatter?' he asked. 'Scared you'll have a baby?' I nodded, not thinking of any other reason. 'Okay,' he said, 'I'll corn-hole you. That's just as good.' I looked at that big thing of his, and shook my head. 'You're not putting that up my ass,' I told him, and he laughed. 'I've done it to lots of girls,' he said, 'I ain't that big.'
"Then he pushed his hips forward, and his cock was only inches from my face. I stared at it, thinking then how good it looked with a broad, flat head that was bright red and a drop of liquid oozing out of the slit. The shaft was smooth and white, and he had real big balls. I put out my hand and touched it, and felt a thrill shiver through my body. It was the first time I'd really touched a stiff prick, and it felt so good. 'Eat it,' he said, pushing it closer, and I opened my mouth and felt that head slide between my lips. I tasted the stuff that was coming out of the end, and it felt good on my tongue. I started sucking the head, and he moaned. 'Suck it, suck it,' he said, 'Lick it, baby!' He pushed, and it slid all the way into my mouth and banged up against the back of my throat. I gagged, and pulled back. He laughed. 'Good, huh?' he said. I didn't say anything, but started sucking it again. I'd never had a penis in my mouth before, and I was enjoying it. 'Get it good and slick,' he said, then I'll fuck you in the ass.' He started moving his hips, pulling and pushing his cock in and out of my mouth, and my tongue licked it every time. It seemed to throb and expand, and the skin was stretched tight around the shaft. I didn't think something that was normally so soft could get so hard. It was like a poker, straight and shiny with my spittle, and each time it slid between my lips, he moaned with pleasure. Suddenly he pulled it out and stood, panting. 'I almost came,' he said. I watched as his cock throbbed, up and down, and I wondered what would happen. I really didn't know anything about coming then, and I was wondering if it would shoot all over me, but it didn't. He climbed onto the bed, and took me in his arms.
"I was trembling all over by this time, partly from the excitement, partly because I was scared of what he was going to do with me. He started kissing my tits, taking each one in his mouth and letting his tongue run over my nipples, which were firm and like little marbles. I didn't have very big tits then, and still don't. But it felt good, and when he slid his mouth down over my stomach and into my cunt, that's when I felt my head was going to blow off. His mouth covered my crotch, and I felt his tongue pushing between my hairs, into me, sucking my clitoris and licking the sides of my cunt. He was making little noises in his throat, and I watched him as he went down on me. His head was moving from side to side, and his shoulders were rippling with the muscles as he held himself in position. Fred had a real groovy body, and he looked beautiful, and he was making me feel beautiful, too. Right then he could have fucked me in the front, and I wouldn't have minded, I felt so good. But I guess he was afraid of knocking me up, too, because after a little while, he raised himself up, put his hands under my ass, and lifted me, rolling me over. 'Okay,' he said. 'Just relax and it won't hurt a bit.' I felt his body descend on me and that hard rod of his push between my buttocks, searching for my ass-hole.
"It was still slippery from my spit, and I could feel it sliding between my cheeks, its eager head pushing against my anus, trying to get in. I tightened up at once, and he kissed my ear. 'Settle down,' he murmured, and his voice was ever so gentle. 'Just relax and let it slide in.' His hands came round my front and started playing with my tits, and this made me all excited again, and I lifted my ass, making it easier for him. He pushed forward slowly, and I felt the end of his prick enter my ass. I gasped and tried to pull away, but he held me. 'Okay, okay,' he said, and kept his cock in me, holding it there, but not pushing forward any. 'Now, easy does it,' he said, and as I relaxed, I felt his shaft slide all the way in, until his balls slapped gently against my body, and I could feel that length inside me giving me the wildest sensations. His one hand slid down from my tits to between my legs, and he began fingering me at the same time he was starting to pump his prick in and out of my ass. I felt my whole body was on fire. I cried out, more from ecstasy than agony, and began writhing under him. He liked that, because he began moaning. 'Good, good,' he said in my ear, and this made me feel even better, knowing that he was experiencing the same ultimate pleasure that I was. I had thought it would hurt, but it didn't. It felt great, and my ass-hole felt like ten thousand lips were kissing it.
"On and on he went, sliding that wonderful cock in and out of me, while his finger played with my clitoris and his other hand squeezed my tit. His mouth was kissing my shoulders, biting gently, and our bodies fucked together in a frenzy of passion. Every time his teeth sank into me, I flexed and my ass-hole tightened, closing around his shaft and giving him more pleasure. He started moaning, and then his voice rose in almost a shout . ...
" 'I'm coming ... Jeez, I'm coming ... fuck, FUCK!. . . " I felt his rod throb and expand, and the warmth of his come as it shot into me, making his organ even more slippery and juicy as it pumped to its final orgasm. The excitement and the eroticism must have done their work on me, too, because I felt my vagina contract and shiver and, for the first time, I experienced a climax. I'll never forget that moment. Fred lay on top of me, panting, and slowly his cock got soft and slipped out of my ass-hole. He rolled me over and kissed me gently on the lips. "That was the best ever,' he said, and I hugged him, because I knew what it was all about, and I loved it. The fact that he had fucked me in the ass instead of in front didn't matter at all. I enjoyed it, and I knew I couldn't get pregnant that way. After that first time, Fred used to come over often, and when my folks were out, we'd screw up a storm. And it was always the same way. I figured if I enjoyed it, and he did, too, why run the risk of getting knocked up? We tried all positions we could think of, and every time it was better than before. Fred told me I had the best ass-hole in the county, and I gave the best fuck of any girl he'd laid."
Claire Thompson (not her real name) came from a small backwoods family in Tennessee, and when she was five, moved to Tallahassee, Florida, where her father worked as a handyman. The Thompsons were country born and raised, and had married young, ending up with six children, of which Claire was the youngest.
Mr. Thompson had no more than a sixth-grade education, and his wife had barely made it through the eighth grade. With three hand-to-mouth generations before them, they struggled constantly to have enough food on the table. Mr. Thompson had long since given up any thought of ever becoming anything more than what he was: a man who lived day to day, mostly on his wits. Possessed of a knack for fixing things, he would go from house to house and offer his services for everything from plumbing to odd jobs. His wife, strapped by their children, stayed home and tried her best to buy the cheapest staples to keep them all fed.
Theirs was not an ideal existence, and their attitude toward their large family was little short of pitiful. Had it not been for welfare help, they would have starved many times, but both Jed and Sally were reconciled to their lives, coming from the background where poverty was the norm. Not being overly intelligent, they talked about improving their lot, but never did anything about it. Realistically, there was not much either of them could do. They lacked the educational level required for many better-paying jobs, and their inherent intellectual abilities precluded them from progressing to any degree that would qualify them to enter any field other than those offering the most menial positions.
like many individuals in similar positions, Jed and Sally had reconciled themselves to their lot. Their only luxury was a thirty-dollar used television set, which gave the children some entertainment and provided a convenient baby-sitter while Sally attended to the household chores.
After their second child was born, Sally told Jed she did not want any more children, but, human nature being what it is, Jed forced himself upon her. Not using any contraceptives, pregnancy resulted. After Claire's birth, Sally suffered internal complications and was taken to the hospital. Following surgery, she found, to her great delight, that she could no longer bear children. She regarded her condition as a heaven-sent answer to prayer; she had long since tired of becoming a mother every year.
Jed was not unhappy, because this meant he could have intercourse with her as often as he wanted without any danger of increasing the number of mouths to feed.
After the move to Tallahassee, Jed found a new outlet for his already meager funds: he began drinking. Sally was even more disgusted with him than before, and whenever he would stagger home drunk on cheap wine, she would berate him, threatening to leave him and take the children with her or to go back to her folks in Tennessee. Liquor only sharpened Jed's sexual drive, and Sally found her life becoming more intolerable than ever before. There was less money for food, because Jed's passion for wine consumed what little he made in his work. Sally poured out her troubles to the welfare office, but it was a tale that had been told many times before, and there was little help forthcoming, other than food stamps and the monthly allowance.
It was in this atmosphere of poverty, tension, and constant turmoil that Claire grew up. Aware at an early age that the chief problem in her home was lack of money, Claire decided very early that when she grew up, she would marry a rich man and leave her sordid background behind her. She was not at all caring for her father, who slowly degenerated into a raucous sot; Claire had pity for her mother, but felt that there was little that could be done.
She was also aware that life would not have been such a hardship if there had been fewer children in the family. Jed had often, in his drunken moments, blamed the size of his household for their poverty, claiming that with less to spend on food, his limited earnings would be sufficient. This planted the seed in Claire's mind that pregnancy went hand in hand with poverty, and that money was the only key to happiness. Possessing a strong sex drive herself, Claire began sexual experimenting early in her teens. Her fear of conceiving a child drove her to submitting to anal intercourse with a boy at school, and after finding it pleasurable, she continued this method of sex for several years before adding vaginal activity to her growing moments with the opposite sex.
By this time, she had become known in the neighborhood as "available" and when the gossip became known to her parents, Jed threw her out of the house, saying he didn't raise his daughter to be a whore. Despite Sally's protestations, he would not allow Claire to return home, and she spent the next few weeks drifting from man to man. Picked up eventually by a traveling salesman, she accompanied him to Pensacola, where she decided to stay and become a whore. She knew, from what she had been told by her bed partners, that she was more than appealing physically, though her intellectual level was on a par with her parents.
Readily making herself available to the servicemen in Pensacola, Claire eked out a living, never climbing up the economic scale, but at least making enough to pay her rent and buy her food and clothes. She felt that one day she would meet the right man, a rich individual who would bring her the type of life she dreamed about. Every night, as she lay in the arms of a different man, she would let her mind wander and hope ... but she lacked the refinements needed to attract the men who would make her dreams come true.
By the time Claire was twenty-four, she was one of many cheap whores who thronged the city, willing to do anything for the price of a meal and a few bucks over.
Finally picked up on a charge of prostitution, Claire came to the attention of the authorities. A kindly welfare officer tried to help, and suggested that Claire be given psychiatric help before she found a job she could handle. It was evident from the girl's story that her background and attitude were largely responsible for her present condition.
Claire was smart enough to realize a chance when it came, and she agreed, and began a series of visits to a psychiatrist, at which time she related her story and background in detail, from her very first sexual experience to her final pitiful condition.
"I told you about that first time I got screwed by Fred, when he corn-holed me, and I liked it. After that, he used to come by often, but I guess I got tired of him. He was good-looking, had a nice body and everything, but I began to wonder what other boys would be like, so I decided one day to try someone new. This was also a boy at school, but he was older than Fred, and bigger. His name was Mike, and I had admired him for a long time. Finally, one day I asked him if he'd like to walk me home, and he said okay. He said to me that he thought Fred and I were going steady. So I told him we weren't, and that it was all right. When we got home my folks were there, so we just sat on the porch and talked, but not for long, because daddy came out and he'd been drinking again, and he said some bad things to Mike and chased him off.
"Next day at school, I told Mike not to pay my dad no mind, and to meet me after school. This time we didn't walk to my house, but to Mike's. His folks were both working, and his brother was home. His brother was a year older than him, and real handsome. He'd dropped out of school, and was just screwing around until he went into the service. We all sat in the living room and drank Cokes, and talked. Mike was real nice, and the more we talked, the more I realized I liked him a lot. The trouble was, I began liking his brother, too. His brother, Ellis, was staring at me so hard it made me blush, because I knew what he must've been thinking. They both questioned me about Fred, and asked if Fred had screwed me. I guess I blushed, and told them it wasn't any of their business. Then Ellis laughed and put his hand down to his crotch and bunched out his cock and balls and told me he had the biggest one in town, and wouldn't I like to see it?
"That was really what started it, because Mike told his brother to shut up, and said he wasn't that big anyway. But by this time, I think we all knew what was going to happen. Mike came over to me and kissed me, not hard or violent, just nice and gentle. His lips were soft and his arms around me were strong but not frightening. When we broke apart, he asked me if I wanted to have a party with him and Ellis. I told him no, because really I didn't know What they would expect.
" 'You afraid of getting knocked up?' Ellis asked, and I nodded. 'Okay, there's other ways,' he said, laughing, and then we got into it. They each took one arm and led me toward their bedroom. There they told me to lie down on the bed and let them undress me. I knew by this time it was no use trying to back out. I'd come with Mike because I wanted to experience him, and if Ellis was there, too, well. ... I could only think that I'd asked for it and had better go through. Besides, having two might be fun. Mike was nice, and kissed real good, and Ellis sure was good-looking, so why not?
"Mike locked the bedroom door, just in case someone might come home unexpectedly, and they started to undress me. The only thing was-I said they could undress me if they both took their clothes off first. They climbed out of their shirts and pants so fast it made my head swim. They stood before me, and I was thrilled just looking at them. Mike was more slender than his brother, but he had a beautiful build, lean and firm, and a nice, long, thin cock between his legs. Ellis was more stocky, with big muscles, and a short thick cock that had lots of skin over the end of it. I'd never seen one like his before, and I kept staring at it. Of course, they both had hard ons by this time, and both their cocks looked so great I wanted to stuff them both in my mouth at the same time. I told them to come over by the bed, and they stood there, side by side, their pricks sticking out close to my face, and I played with them. I got a big charge out of playing with Ellis, because all that skin was easy to pull back and forth over the head, and he liked that. Mike didn't have skin. He said he'd been circumcised, which was okay, I guess, but I sure liked Ellis's cock better. There was more to play with. Ellis's prick also had two big veins running up the side of his shaft. Mike's was smooth as a baby's butt, and he didn't have too much hair around his crotch. I guess that was because he was blonde, while Ellis was dark-haired, and his crotch was a jungle of pubic hair right up to his navel.
"I grabbed them both, and pulled their cocks together so they lay side by side. Ellis's was a little shorter, but thicker, and both of them had wide, flat heads. I held them together and closed my mouth around them both. It was a big mouthful, but it felt real good. They slid in and out, and I licked with my tongue, all around them, and between them, tonguing their slits and around the head. It felt real good and then Mike started groaning and said he was about to pop his nuts. I had never sucked off anyone before-I mean, all the way-and right then I was so hot I wanted to feel his seed come in my mouth, so I went on sucking real hard, and a moment later I felt his rod stiffen, and he pushed it deep into my throat and then this sweet-salty stuff came, great gobs of it, spurting into me. I gulped, and then swallowed, and he was making funny noises in his throat, saying how great it was and all. He started getting soft right away, but Ellis was still hard as a rock, and he kept his cock in my mouth and wanted me to finish him off. I couldn't tell him I intended doing just that, but kept on sucking, and with Mike's cock out of my mouth, there was more room to lick around Ellis. He didn't take long before he rammed it home and I felt him throb. I put my hands on his balls and tickled them, and then with a rush, he shot. It was like a waterfall of come pouring into me, and I swallowed every drop and still wanted more.
"Ellis got soft and pulled out, and they sat down on the bed. 'That was the greatest,' said Mike, and Ellis laughed. 'Best blow job I've ever had,' he told me. I felt real good that they had enjoyed it, because I sure as hell had. Then they started undressing me, and as my clothes started slowly coming off, I noticed they started getting excited again. Not real full hards. It was too soon for that, but half-stiff so that their pricks looked big and enticing between their legs. As my panties fell off, they both made a grab for my pussy.
"Ellis crawled up between my legs, spread them wide apart, and his hands opened my labia. 'Jeez, look at that snatch,' he said softly, and Mike bent down and they both examined me like it was the first cunt they'd ever seen. For all I knew, it was, though they sure knew what to do with it. Ellis bent down and began kissing all around it, rubbing his tongue up and down my legs, and then up to my crack and back again. It made me hotter than I was, and I could feel my juices oozing out of me.
" 'I wanna eat her,' said Mike, and he didn't waste time with anything but what he was after. His mouth closed around my twat, and I could feel his tongue pushing into me, licking the sides, and then he took my clitoris between his teeth and nibbled, and sucked, and I thought the top of my head was blowing off, it felt so good. That guy sure knew how to make a girl feel good, I'll say that for him.
"While Mike was eating me, Ellis started sucking on my tits, rolling them around together with his hands while his lips closed over the nipples, biting and rubbing them, making them harder than they were before, standing out firm from my flesh. I was ready for anything then, but something still made me stop from letting them fuck me in front. I knew that no matter how hot I was, I still didn't want to end up having a baby, and from my experience with Fred, I knew that it was good up the ass, and that's the only place they were going to push their dicks. By this time, they were both hard again, and each time they moved I could see their pricks waving in front of them like flagpoles. I told them what good cocks they had, and played with them, sometimes together, and sometimes one at a time. We were rolling around that bed and doing everything to each other that we could. I put my fingers around Mike's balls and tickled them, rubbing his big testicles together and letting my fingernails trail through his pubic hair and up to his ass-hole. I knew from my own experience how good it felt around the anus, and I put my finger at his hole and let it slide around. 'Kiss my ass,' he said.
"This was something I had never done before, but I bent my head down and let my tongue slide through his legs and come to rest on his orifice. I licked all around it and tried to push my tongue into him, but couldn't get more than just the tip inside. He had a real tight anus.
"Ellis had started sucking all around my crotch by now, and I felt his mouth slide from my cunt to my own ass-hole. He licked it for a while, and then he said, 'You've got a real sweet ass, baby. I think I'll fuck it.'
"I didn't tell him that's where I wanted it anyway, so I lifted my rear end and pushed forward as he rammed his rod between my cheeks and felt for my hole. Now Ellis was bigger than Fred had been, and I sure felt him as he entered me. It didn't hurt, but I could tell it was bigger than the one which had been in there before. I relaxed and let the head go in, then tightened my sphincter to grab his shaft, and as he slid in I could tell he felt it all the way through his loins. He groaned and almost shouted out, 'Good pussy, baby, good pussy. Fuck me, fuck me!'
"Mike was leaning back, watching as his brother rammed his rod home into me and started pumping. I was on my back, with my ass impaled in the air on Ellis's massive organ. I reached for Mike and held his cock in my hand. I pulled him to me and opened my mouth. He knew what I wanted, and he didn't object. He straddled my face, pushed his prick into my mouth, and began pumping. I thought I was in heaven. I was being fucked by two guys at the same time, one in my ass, the other in my mouth. We rocked together, and I wondered how long they could last before shooting again. I remembered that Fred took awhile before he was able to come again after the first time. I didn't really care, though. I could have laid there for the rest of my life with those cocks in me. It was great.
"Mike was pushing his prick in and out and had his eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations which my tongue was producing as I licked his shaft. Every time I felt him lunge forward, I felt the shoving up my ass from Ellis, who was driving his organ slowly and solidly into me, giving me shivers of delight all through my body. I felt his hardness within me, massaging me and making my vagina quiver with excitement. I knew from the way my body was trembling that I was climbing to my own climax. I still wanted something done to my cunt, and I took Ellis's hand and put it on my labia. His large thick fingers probed inside, and rubbed. Electric fire spread through me, and as his cock jammed up my ass his fingers completed the ecstasy by playing with my clitoris and touching the sides of my cunt. I began twisting my hips and getting added pleasure from his penis, as well as from the way I was sucking like mad on Mike. I felt the mounting pressures within me, and suddenly it seemed the floodgates opened, and I shook to every part of my body with a terrific orgasm. My whole vagina seemed to pulsate and explode. My ass-hole contracted and I could hear Ellis gasp as my anus gripped his cock harder than ever, and he rammed it hard, and I could feel him coming within me, spurting his seed inside in great gobs, and all the while, Mike's prick was pounding in and out of my mouth. I was wishing he would come as well, so we would all be experiencing the same climactic moment together.
"But I guess Mike had plans of his own for his second orgasm. He wanted the same thing that Ellis had, because after Ellis got soft and slipped out, Mike pulled his cock out of my mouth and grinned at me. 'I'm next,' he said, and climbed on. Ellis lay back and watched as his brother pushed his prick into my ass-hole, loose and slippery from the fucking already. Mike was not as thick as Ellis, but he was longer, and I could feel his length probing inside me, Ellis had a regular in-and-out rhythm as he fucked, but Mike twisted his hips, rotating his cock inside me so that it felt as though it was swinging from side to side, sending pleasure through every part of my insides. I could picture that broad flat red head of his, caressing my intestines while the beautiful white smooth shaft slipped in and out of my anus. The mental picture stimulated me almost as much as the physical pleasure of the fucking.
"Mike lay on top of me, and his hands' came round and were playing with my tits. He loved to caress my nipples with his fingers, and the touch of his rough skin on my smooth flesh made me want to give him more and more pleasure. I flexed my anus, gripping his shaft as he rode me, and soon I knew he was on his way to his climax again. He began breathing heavily and moaning. Then I felt him shudder and-pulsate, and he cried out, 'Oooh, oooh ... here it comes!' and he shot into me, banging his body against my ass in one last violent movement before sinking down exhausted on top of me.
"It was the best moment I'd had till then, because my times with Fred had been somewhat restrained. Maybe it was the excitement of having two partners in bed at the same time, or perhaps because Ellis was so virile and masculine-all I knew was the fact that I was completely and thoroughly satisfied. I liked both Mike and Ellis; they both were able to satisfy me equally well in different ways. It added up to the knowledge that I loved sex. It gave me a wonderful feeling of power over men, being able to satisfy them both by sucking or fucking in the ass. I still had to come to the moment of being screwed in my cunt, but I was still afraid of pregnancy, and besides, I felt if I got that much enjoyment out of my ass, why not continue? I was naturally curious about what it would feel like to have a big cock up my twat, but I knew that would come later. And something told me that even if it did feel good (as it did, I discovered) I would still enjoy being screwed in the ass.
"Mike and Ellis had many more sessions with me after that first time. Mike got kinda hung up on me, telling me he loved me and wanted to marry me, and all that shit. But I could see no sense in getting involved, young as I was, and especially with a kid who had no money and couldn't give me anything more really than what I had at home. I knew that money spelled security and I wasn't settling for less.
"All the time I've been screwing around, I've really been looking for some guy who could keep me in the way I want to be: with a nice home, a decent income, and everything that makes life worthwhile. I really don't know why I haven't met him yet. I do good in bed. I've been told I give a good fuck, so . ... But anyway, let me go on with what happened after that time with Ellis and Mike.
"We used to fuck quite often, and I got to be real good at handling them both at once. Sometimes Ellis would want me to suck him off, while Mike fucked me in the ass. Other times I'd suck them both together, jamming their cocks into my mouth and having them shoot that way. We really mixed it up, and it was fun. But I guess I got tired eventually and started looking for others. I was really hung up on cock and wanted to experience more. So for the next year or so, I sort of went from guy to guy, trying them all. I really learned a lot about how to satisfy a man, and then, finally, about the time daddy threw me out of the house, I began fucking in front. I'd learned enough by now to know that if I was taking the pill I couldn't get pregnant, and even though we had no money for that, I managed to get some from one of the men I picked up. He worked in a drugstore, and so I started taking them. About a month after this, I decided to try it in front and see what it was like. By this time, too, I really dug threesomes or foursomes, and so, that first time, I went with three others, guys I had not been with before. I knew the one from hanging out at the drugstore, and he really turned me on. He was always asking me for a piece, but we never made it till then. He wanted to bring two friends, so I said okay, and we made a date for a Saturday at his house.
"His name was Sandy, and his two friends were Phil and Gerry. They were all about twenty-four or so, kinda nice-looking, and well built. I think they all worked together for a construction outfit, so their work gave them lots of muscle, and I really dig a muscular man.
"We went to Sandy's house, locked the doors, and got undressed. I think they had never done it together before, because there was a lot of horseplay and talk about their cocks. It was sorta funny, watching them get undressed, each one with the beginnings of a hard on. I inspected each one, and told them I thought that Sandy was the biggest, Phil was the prettiest, and Gerry the sexiest. They got a charge out of this, and told me they never thought of cocks that way. I knew they didn't, because guys usually only think of what a girl has, and not what they have. To me, a guy's cock is just as important. Some cocks can be really beautiful, and sometimes they're just plain ugly. Sandy's prick was the biggest, with big veins running down the side. Phil's was a little smaller, but with no veins, and real white and smooth. It looked even whiter against the bright red head he had, like a cherry on top of a vanilla sundae.
"Gerry had a foreskin which hung all the way over the end, making it look even longer and thicker than the others. Sandy was also the most muscular, Phil a little more on the lean side, and Gerry kinda thin but with good muscles sticking out. His cock also stuck out good. I've learned that often a guy who's on the thin side will have a bigger cock. Anyway, I played with each one of them in turn, and then started sucking on Gerry. I always like sucking a guy who's not circumcised. There's more to chew on, and I really dig putting my tongue under his skin and rubbing his head, back and forth, running over the end and pushing into the cock slit.
"Gerry really liked that, and he stood before me, watching and telling me how great it felt. I was holding the other two by their cocks, playing with them at the same time. Then I concentrated on Gerry, rubbing my fingers up over his chest and stomach, and down to his balls, tickling them with my fingernails, letting them trail through his pubic hair and around his sac. He sure liked that, I know. He pushed his hips forward and I knew what he wanted. I slid my fingers between his legs, and searched for his ass-hole, gently playing around it and pressing into his anus.
" 'Eat my ass, baby,' he said. He lay back on the bed, and raised his rear end so I could crawl up between his legs and lick his crotch. My tongue slid between his buttocks and touched his anus, and I thought he would lift off the bed, the way he jumped and shivered. I pressed hard with my mouth, my tongue going in and out, and he squirmed with pleasure. While I was doing this, Phil and Sandy were behind me, playing with my tits and ass. Sandy pushed his head under my body and took my nipples, one at a time, in his mouth, tonguing me and also playing with my flesh, his hands squeezing and rubbing me, making my nipples harder'n rocks. Phil had his mouth at my crotch, and I could feel his tongue between my labia, licking me and nibbling on my clitoris. I was especially excited this time, because I had decided I would let one of them enter me, and I knew I was still a virgin. I wondered what they would think when they found this out, but I didn't care too much. I was after the delights that I knew I enjoyed when I was fucking with a man, and what they thought didn't affect me one way or the other.
"I came back off Gerry's ass and took his cock in my mouth again. Oh, what a beautiful organ he had! It was hard as a rock, and all that skin around it was wonderful. I pulled it all the way over his head, and then back again, tugging on his balls to make his shaft tight as possible, while I ran my tongue up and down it. He was moaning, and saying, 'Suck it, lick it, oh, fuck, fuck, baby,' and I knew he was having the best time ever, and this made me feel even better.
"He got real excited, and suddenly raised up and grabbed me, throwing me over on my back. 'I want that pussy of yours,' he said, and he pushed Phil and Sandy out of the way and went down on me. He paused a moment over my mound, letting his tongue trail through my hair and then with a little animal growl, he buried his face in my snatch, then pulled it open with his hands, pushing his mouth deep into me, his tongue darting in and out and sending prickles of fire through my loins. I could see his cock throbbing and jerking with anticipation, and I knew right then I wanted
Gerry to be the first. 'Fuck me' I whispered, and he raised up and then spread himself, supporting his body on his arms and legs, and slowly lowered his prick toward my crotch. He held the head just at the entrance to my labia, barely touching, and manipulated it so that it just entered and withdrew. It was the most sensuous and exciting thing I'd ever experienced. I wanted him to jam it home, but the suspense was even more thrilling. Phil and Sandy sat back on the bed, watching. 'Stick it in, stick it in!' Phil cried excitedly, his hand on his own organ, playing with himself. Sandy stared hard, while his prick jerked spasmodically in front of him, even though he was not touching it. I could tell he was eager to get in the same position that Gerry was in. I looked at Gerry's muscular shoulders and his entire body, flexed as? he held himself poised above me, and I marveled at his physique.
"He was like a Greek god, suspended on his erect cock, the end of it just between my labia, gleaming and shining with my spit. 'Go on, go on,' Phil shouted. 'Fuck her, fuck her.' Slowly Gerry lowered himself, his penis sliding into me, inch by inch. The sensation was incredible. I enjoyed it up my ass all right, but this was something else again. Then I felt a slight pain, and Gerry stopped. He pushed a little harder, then moaned, 'Jeez, you're tight,' he said, and pushed again. I could feel his prick impaling me, stretching me, and then something gave inside me, and he slid in all the way, and I felt a warm flood in my vagina, and an exquisite feeling of delight coupled with the pain of his initial entry.
"He dropped his body on top of me and began pumping me, in and out, faster and faster. His hips rotated as he drove his organ into my cunt, pounding me until the bed was rocking. I flexed myself, gripping his shaft and feeling that I was floating up and up. I heard him begin to moan, and then shout-'I'm coming!'-and I felt a hot flood again as he ejaculated into me, jerk after jerk of come, deep into me, and then he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily and kissing my face, my neck, my hair. 'Jeez, that was great, baby,' he said, and I could tell he really meant it. If he experienced only half what I had, then he must have had the best goddamn fuck of his life.
"After a moment, he rolled off me, his cock pulling out of my cunt and lying limp against his leg. We all looked and then they knew.
" 'Jeez, you were cherry,' said Gerry, his face reflecting his disbelief. 'How come?'
"I told them that I'd always been scared of getting knocked up, and had always taken it other ways than there, but today I felt was the day. 'It was worth waiting for,' I said, smiling at Gerry. 'That was really groovy.'
"Phil and Sandy couldn't wait. 'Me, me next,' said Phil, his hard cock pushing eagerly toward my cunt, dripping with juices and stained with some blood.
"I spread my legs, and opened my arms. 'Give it to me,' I said, and he needed no second invitation. He pushed forward, that long slender rod entering me and taking the place of Gerry, and again the sensations flooded my being. I felt Phil roll me on my side, and we thrashed together as he pumped his cock deep inside me. Then I felt Sandy's arms grip my shoulders and his hips ram against my buttocks. 'You ever had it like this before?' he asked, and his penis pressed between my ass cheeks, searching for my anus. He knew damn well I had. And the thought of being fucked front and rear at the same time drove me wild. 'Fuck me, fuck me!' I shouted, and Sandy's cock pushed and found my ass-hole. I wriggled, helping him, and a moment later I thought my insides would explode as Sandy's prick impaled me, sliding deep into my rectum while Phil's cock was fucking me in front.
"It was the most unbelievable feeling, and I squeezed my body, enclosing their shafts with my warmth, while both their hips were moving like railroad pistons, in and out, up and down. My pussy was all loose and wet with juice by this time, and my ass also, and there was no problem. Those beautiful pricks were lunging in and out, and I was wiggling my ass to give them the most pleasure I could and, at the same time, I was receiving more ecstasy than I thought possible. I ran my hands over Phil's body, and down to his ass, digging my nails into his smooth flesh, feeling his buttocks as they flexed and he drove his rod into me. He liked that, I knew, and I slid my fingers between his buttocks, feeling for his ass-hole. I knew that if I got that much pleasure out of being fucked in the ass, he would enjoy it, too, even if it was only my finger. I pushed in, and started massaging him inside, rubbing my finger around and feeling the hardness of his cock inside him. He moaned and trembled, and every time I pushed my finger in his ass, his cock seemed to expand and ram home even bigger and better than before. My pussy was clamping down hard around him, and his balls were slapping against me every time he pushed deep into me. I could feel the end of his cock pulsating and trembling inside me, deep inside, just as Sandy's was impaling me from the rear, pumping in and out. Their rhythm was almost in time, and each time they rammed home I could imagine their pricks almost touching inside me, increasing their pleasure and mine at the same time.
"We were generating so much erotic excitement that I knew neither Phil nor Sandy could last too long, and just as I myself felt the quiver inside that told me of my own orgasm, I heard them start moaning and crying out, and we all climaxed almost together. Phil's cock was pushed deep into me, and I felt it stay there, jerking as he shot load after load into me, and Sandy--likewise. We were all holding on, clinging to each other in that final moment of ecstasy while our bodies discharged their ultimate expression. I felt like I had been dragged through a wringer. Jeez, I felt well and truly fucked after that, and it was wonderful. My ass and my cunt felt hot as fire, and I wanted to sit in a bath of cold water, but I knew that would come later.
"Phil and Sandy both pulled out and we all lay panting on the bed, while Gerry looked on. 'Good fucking, huh?' he said, and crawled between my legs. 'I wanna look at your pussy now.'
"He lay down on his stomach, between my legs, his hands opened my labia, and he stared into my snatch. The others looked, too, and Gerry put his fingers in and played around. He put his mouth to it and sucked a little, his tongue touching my clitoris which was already tingling from all the screwing it had. 'No, no,' I said. Take it easy.' So they lay back and just stared at me. I looked at them, enjoying the sight of their bodies and their cocks lying against their legs, limp but still beautiful.
"That was the first time I'd been fucked in front, and I must admit it was great, but I still held to my preference for ass-screwing. I don't know really why, except that I had started that way, and I enjoyed it. The sensations were good, and if a man finger-fucked me in front at the same time, I got all the sensations I needed. I know from what a doctor told me once that the anus and the flesh around it is just as easily stimulated as the vagina, maybe without as much sexual feeling, but good feeling anyway. And I'd reached an orgasm many times being screwed in the ass. So, most times after that, I would have a guy fuck me in the back instead of the front, and he never objected. An ass-hole's tighter'n a cunt any day, and no guy's going to object to anything that makes his cock feel good.
"That day with Gerry, Phil, and Sandy was great, but after that last time, they said they were pooped and we didn't screw any more. I think I sucked Gerry a little, because I dug his cock, but he didn't come again. They all went home, and I went back to my place, feeling great. I knew that I was no longer a virgin, but so what? I knew I wouldn't get pregnant because I was on the pill, but even so, I decided that next time I went to bed with a guy, it would be my ass he would get, because really that's what I liked best of all. I also liked going down on a guy, but for fucking, and coming, there was nothing to beat getting it in the rear.
"It wasn't long after this that daddy threw me out of the house, and I wasn't sorry, because I'd never had anything there to make me feel I was wanted. He would always scream at us kids, blaming us for the sad state he was in, and saying that if he didn't have so many kids he wouldn't be so broke all the time. It was a sad scene, and I was old enough to realize that I'd better get my ass out of it before it was too late. I even thought that daddy might want to fuck me when he was drunk, because that's all he wanted to do with mother when he came home stoned. So I took off. I knew I had my passport to whatever I wanted. I had my sex.
"The first night away, I picked up a guy and went home with him. I think I stayed with him about a week and then he told me his wife was coming back and so I had to split. But I found someone else. There's always a man around for a girl who's willing to put out for a night or two. I enjoyed sex, too, and it didn't bother me.
"I guess, for the next year or two, I really made the rounds. I think I only really fell in love once, and that was the guy who took me to Pensacola. I lived with him about six months, and then he got tired and moved on. I stayed, because, with the servicemen there, I knew I could really make some loot. I figured if I saved enough, I could go to New York or someplace where I might find the right guy. But I never seemed able to keep my money. It went as fast as I made it.
"The closest I came to really finding what I'm after was this guy who ran the clothing store in
Pensacola. His name was Ben W-, a real groovy character. He was about thirty-five, and had been divorced. He picked me up one night at a bar, and he said I was real pretty and he'd like me to come home with him. He had a lovely home, very elegant and all, and I asked him why me? After all, I knew damn well that I wasn't the best-looking broad in the bar, and he knew what I was, so I couldn't figure it out. He said there was something about me he liked. So I figured maybe I just turned him on.
"He kissed me, but didn't do anything more until we'd had a few drinks. We began necking, and he kissed real good. I mean, not just kidding, but gentle like . ... It was something I really hadn't had before. Anyway, he got me real hot and I reached for his pants. He had a hard, and I started playing with it. Jeez, I'd never felt one that big. I unzipped his fly and took it out. I shouldn't say took it out, because it really jumped out, real thick and long, and with lots of skin around it, which I dig. He stretched back on the couch and I went down on him. He didn't touch me. He just lay there and let me suck him. It was great. I put two hands around it, and the head still stuck out.
" 'You like it?' he asked me, and I told him, sure, I liked it. 'Come on, let's go to the bedroom,' he said.
"We went into that room, and I flipped. It was the biggest bedroom I'd ever seen, with a king-size bed with a large mirror on the ceiling above it. Then I got an idea of what he liked. He liked to watch. We both got undressed, and he stared at me a long time, telling me how lovely I was. He said he liked my breasts, which surprised me. I don't have big boobs, just ordinary, but he liked that. He climbed over me and began kissing my tits, then he told me to climb on him and let my tits hang down into his mouth. He pressed a button and that goddam bed tilted up so he could watch in the mirror. His eyes were always on the mirror, taking in the scene of my naked body on top of his, while he sucked my nipples, biting them and licking them all over. His hands went around me, and began squeezing my ass.
" 'You've got a lovely ass,' he said. 'I'd love to fuck it.'
"I didn't tell him that's what I wanted, so I made out like it was a special favor for him. He really went wild then. He reached into the headboard and got some vaseline. 'Grease me up,' he said, and I sat back on my haunches in front of him and took that massive organ in my hands, slapping the vaseline on it and rubbing it from his balls up to the head. His eyes watched me in the mirror, and he moaned with delight. 'That's better'n fucking,' he said. 'Keep going.'
"I'd been told by lots of men that nothing beats a good hand job, so I went on, rubbing the grease all over it, pulling the skin way back off the head and running my fingers around the top.
"It gives me just as big a thrill playing with a good penis as having it stuck into me. I enjoyed looking at it, observing the thick cord that ran from his sac up the back of his shaft to the top, the only soft spot in that hard rod. His skin was dark, too, as though he'd been lying naked in the sun, and his head was bright red and smooth as a baby's butt, glistening in the light with all the grease on it. I took his balls in my hand and greased them, too, pulling them down away from his crotch and rubbing his head at the same time. I could feel his member throbbing and jerking, and I was afraid he might come, but he didn't. It was just his reaction to the pleasure my hands were giving him. My own twat was oozing juices from the excitement of the moment, and I rubbed my thighs together as I squatted there, giving myself added sensations.
"Finally he took his eyes off the mirror and looked at me. 'Now I want to fuck you in the ass,' he said. 'Roll on your back with your legs in the air.'
"I wondered why he wanted to be on top, because he couldn't watch the mirror that way, but I hadn't noticed a small mirror tilted at the headboard. He could look in that and see the big one on the ceiling. I rolled over and spread my legs. He moved forward, bringing that hard cock up to my buttocks and pushing forward. It slipped in easily, in spite of its size, and he groaned as he saw my anus encompass it all, taking every inch up to his balls.
"I don't think I'd ever had one as large as he was. I really knew I had something in me, and it felt great. There was no need to flex my sphincter, because it was stretched to its limit and held his rod tightly as it slid in and out. Then he did something I never thought possible: he bent down almost double, and his mouth touched my cunt. His tongue darted out and I felt it enter me, touch my clitoris, licking and sending shivers of ecstasy through me. This was the ultimate for me. I had what I wanted up my ass, and a tongue in my cunt at the same time. We rocked together, not violently, but slowly, and the pleasure was almost too much to bear. He slid his cock in slowly, and then withdrew it, until it almost was out, and then in again, and I could feel it throbbing as it slid in. He watched every movement in the mirror, and I could see by looking straight up at the ceiling.
"It was the first time I'd watched myself getting screwed, and I got one hell of a thrill every time that big cock came in and out of my ass. His hands strayed gently up and down my body, touching my tits, my nipples, my stomach, every part of me that he could reach. Every particle of me was on fire, and it was delicious. I thought he would carry on until he reached a climax, but he was careful. 'I like to make it last,' he told me, lifting up from my cunt 'So let's rest a moment.'
"Leaving his cock in me, he sat up and gently stroked me, putting his fingers in my twat and spreading the labia so he could see as far in as he could. His finger touched my clitoris and played with it gently, and I moaned. I was really feeling like I was about to come. 'You almost there?' he asked, and I didn't have to answer. I twisted my hips, pushing his finger in further, and rotating around his shaft in my anus. 'Easy, easy,' he said. 'We've got all night.' 'Fuck that!' I shouted. 'I want to come ... now ... NOW!' And before I could stop it, a gigantic shudder went through me, and my vagina seemed to be awash in juices and my cunt gripped his finger and I screamed out.
"It was the best orgasm I'd ever had, and it seemed to go on and on. He sat there, watching me, and smiling. When I was through, I lay back, panting and smiling at him.
" 'Okay, now it's my turn,' he said, and he began pumping his rod into me, moving faster and faster with each thrust. His hands came forward and took my tits, gripping them firmly, his thumbs rubbing my nipples. With each thrust, I felt his balls slap against my ass, and inside I could feel his massive head plunge deep into me. In and out, faster and faster, each lunge bringing a moan from his lips. His body quivered, he pushed home all the way and kept it there, spurting and gushing his come, load after load, into me.
"I felt him getting soft, and after a few seconds, he pulled out and squatted back on his haunches, staring at me.
" 'You're the best broad I've ever had,' he said softly. 'You sure know how to fuck.' He then crawled over me and sat on my stomach, putting his limp cock between my tits and rubbing them together softly. I looked down and watched his head coming forward out of his skin, then back into those folds again. Even though he was soft, I knew he was enjoying the sensations. 'You've got a great cock,' I told him. 'I sure like it.' He lifted up and dangled it in front of my mouth, and I stuck out my tongue and started licking it, taking the last drops of come that oozed out of his slit. He pushed it forward and I sucked it all, from the head down to its base. I didn't care that he had just fucked me, that it was still greasy, that it could have stood washing off. It was the most beautiful cock, and I wanted it then. It didn't get hard again, but I loved it
"Anyway, I took that cock of his, and we stayed together for a long time after that first night. We grooved together like crazy, and he said he'd rather fuck my ass than anything else. He was quite a guy, and I think I almost fell in love with him, but then ... what is love? I love fucking, and that's about the extent of it. Anything more doesn't seem to be in the chips.
"I moved in with him, and I think we might have ended up getting married, but he never asked me. I would've in a shot, but then-you know how it is with some guys. They don't mind a good night's fucking, but that's all. I didn't press the issue, because I had a place to stay and someone great to screw me every night-so what more could I ask for? He gave me money, not a hell of a lot, but more than I would have made on the streets. I wish in a way it would have lasted, but finally he said he was going to Miami for a month on business, and asked me if I wanted him to rent me a place. I wanted him to take me with him, but he said he couldn't. I knew he probably had someone in Miami, and I got mad. We had a fight, and he gave me a hundred bucks and I left. That was the last time I saw him. Since then, it's just been one man after the other. I get plenty of fucking, but not much to show for it-except my clothes. I really don't know what to do. Fucking's the only thing I do good. What's going to happen to me?"
Claire's account of her past history led to a detailed analysis of her condition, and her lack of purpose in life. Not entirely lacking in intellectual abilities, she was shown that despite her poor background, and her experiences, she could nonetheless make a fresh start, providing she applied herself and used her common sense.
She was concerned that she was unable to settle down to a specific goal, considering herself lacking in the basic requirements for any job. Her descent to prostitution was based on her strong sexual desires and enjoyment of the act, coupled with the erroneous thought that she could make a good living at it. She was shown that, irrespective of her background, she could be trained for work that she could do and begin to build a worthwhile life for herself.
Her preference for anal intercourse was a psychological holdover from her teenage years, with its fear of pregnancy and accustomed enjoyment of the act itself. The psychiatrist pointed out that once she had set about shaping a life for herself based on a definite occupation, there was no reason why she should not meet a man and settle down and marry quite happily. Claire began going to a school that not only trained her in manual work, for which she showed definite ability, but also improved her basic education. She eventually got a position on an assembly line in one of Florida's major industries and married a man working in the plant.
CHAPTER TWO
GIRL OF THE HILLS
"I figured I'd start screaming and that'd scare Jim off, but then I remembered that there was no one home. There was no one around the house, and we were way out in the hills. I was alone with my brother, and even though he was only fourteen, he was pretty strong. He had always been the stocky one, and I often heard him boasting to the others about how he could lick any kid. He also used to boast about his cock, how big it was. And here I was finding out for myself, as he stood in front of me with that thick thing sticking out of his pants and his hands holding me down on the couch. He knew I was scared to death, and he was laughing as he tried to push himself on me.
"He bent his head down real close and kissed me, but I pulled aside, feeling his lips slip across my cheek. 'Come on, Lucy,' he said, real rough like, 'you gotta lose it sometime.' I struggled, trying to think of something to stop him. But I was only ten, and I really didn't know what to do, or think, or anything. I just knew my brother wanted to push that thing of his into me, and I knew, from what mama had said, you can get pregnant that way. Ah, that was it, I thought. I'd scare him off.
"'Hey, you bastard!' I screamed at him. 'You knock me up and pa'll beat the shit out of you.' He laughed real loud. 'I ain't plannin' to fuck you there,' he said. 'I'm gonna give it to you up your ass.' I really almost fainted then, my eyes on his rod as it pushed against me, wondering how in hell he could get that thing up my ass. I'd watched my other two brothers playing round once out in the field. They didn't know I was watching, but I was, and I saw Larry stick his cock up Johnny's ass-hole, and I knew it must've hurt some, because Johnny was moaning and groaning, but Larry had kept on pumping away till something happened, and he stopped, and they both lay down. I know now what happened, but back then I didn't. Which made me all the more scared of Jim trying the same thing.
"His one hand was pushing against my chest, and the other reached down and started pulling at my panties. I kept saying, 'Please, please,' but he paid me no mind. His prick was throbbing, hard and firm, sticking out of his pants. The next thing, he had my panties down off my butt and had pushed me back further so he could kneel between my legs, I felt his flesh touch my ass, and I wriggled more. 'You better lay still, you hear?' he snapped. 'Or I'm gonna belt you one.' I began crying, and he cussed me out some more. He put his hand up to his mouth, spat on it, and then rubbed his cock, making it slippery. I felt the end of it press against my ass-hole and push in. He began grinning. 'Yeah, wriggle, you little bitch.'
Then, with a real hard thrust, he rammed the end in and it slipped into me. Jim had a real big cock, at least for his age, and I thought I was gonna pass out, it hurt so much. 'Take it easy,' he said, and his voice was softer then. 'If you relax, it won't hurt.' By then I'd have done anything to make it feel better, so I did what he said. I just lay back, and quit twisting and fighting him. I felt my ass relax, and slowly his whole cock slid into me and he began pulling it in and out. After the first shock wore off, I suddenly realized it felt good. His prick might have looked big, but then, this was the first one I'd ever seen that close. After I relaxed, it felt good, and I closed my eyes, while he went on fucking me. He began moaning, and I suddenly remembered Johnny groaning in the field that day while Larry was fucking him. It wasn't pain. It was because it felt good! And the more Jim pushed that thing into me, the better it felt. Jim tried to kiss me, but I didn't want any of that, especially as he tried to push his tongue into my mouth. Back then, that didn't feel good, like I learned later. So he just lay on me, pumping his cock in and out of my ass, each thrust getting faster and faster.
" 'Oh, wow, that's good pussy,' he said. 'Twist your ass.' I began moving my hips and he moaned some more. 'Good, good,' he said, 'keep doing that.'
"His ramming into me got faster 'n' faster, and then suddenly he let out a big moan, and I felt his rod plunge all the way inside me, and it seemed to throb and quiver and I could feel something warm and wet in me, which made his prick more juicy and I felt something running out my ass between my cheeks.
" 'I'm coming, coming!' he shouted, and his hands grabbed me so firm I thought he would break my bones, but then he went all limp and lay on top of me, breathing real heavy. Then I felt his cock get soft and slide out of me. I stared at it. It wasn't nearly as big, and it was all shriveled up. 'What happened to it?' I asked, and he laughed. 'It'll get hard again soon if I want it to,' he told me, standing up, and flopping it in front of my face. 'It gets soft after you shoot. I just shot into you.'
"I could tell from the look on his face that he was pleased. 'Does it feel good?' I asked, and he nodded. 'It's the best,' he told me. 'And when you get older, you'll feel good, too, when you get a dick up your pussy.' I shook my head. 'That means I'll have a baby,' I said, 'and I ain't planning to have no baby. Pa'd kill me.' Jim shook his cock at me. 'Well, you'd better not get this up your snatch,' he said seriously, 'or you'll have one for sure.' 'Okay,' I said, and I really meant it. 'I'll just do it some other way then.' He laughed and told me I'd better stick to corn-holing. He told me I had a real good ass-hole, too, nice and tight.
"As we talked, I kept staring at Jim's prick. It was hanging out of his pants, and soon it started to get hard again, standing out from his body, the red head pushing through the skin around the end. I reached out. I wasn't scared no more. I wanted to feel it, so I took it in my fingers and started playing with it. It was the first time I'd ever held one, and Jim stood there, looking down at me. He laughed. 'Little sister--likes cock,' he said. 'Go on. Hold it tight, make it real hard.' I held it firm and rubbed that skin back and forth along the shaft, and I could feel it twitch and grow in size until it was all hard again.
"He told me to kiss it, and I shook my head. 'Go on, it tastes good,' he said. 'Angela told me so.' Angela was a girl at school, and I knew she and Jim had been messing around together. I bent forward and put my lips to the end. It tasted sort of salty. Jim pushed, and it slid between my lips and into my mouth. He began pumping it in and out, and I felt it bang against the back of my throat. 'Suck it, suck it,' he said. 'Make like it's a lollipop.' I sucked, and the more I did, the better it tasted. Jim reached down and undid the top button on his pants, and they fell down. 'Play with my balls,' he told me, and I reached out and took them in my hand. They weren't very hairy, just a little hair around them, and around the base of his cock. I let my fingers run through the hair, and he began wiggling his butt, pushing his cock into my mouth. 'Good, good,' he moaned, and I felt his rod throb, and it seemed to get thicker each time I sucked on it. I felt my tongue lick across the end, where the slit is, and he liked that. The longer I did it, the more I liked it. It was great, feeling that flesh in my mouth, and I liked the taste. Then, all of a sudden, he grabbed my head and held it firm and I felt something come out of his rod and fill my mouth. I jerked back, gulping automatically, and the rest of his come shot all over my face and down the front of my dress. 'Why'd you do that?' he shouted, trying to push it back in, but he was through.
"He was real mad, and told me next time to leave it in till he was through shooting. I said I didn't like that, but after another few times, I liked it just as much as having his cock up my ass. Even now, I still prefer having a man fuck me in the ass than up my cunt. It just feels better to me, I guess. Hell, if papa hadn't screwed me that night, I wouldn't've got knocked up like I did. I tried to fight him off, but papa's real horny. I know from the way he goes at my ma all the time. When my pa gets a notion to fuck, he does, and nothing stops him."
Jake and Mary Lou Giddens (assumed name) were residents of the hill country of the Ozarks in Missouri. Growing up in poor circumstances, neither of them had anything better than a meager education and a family background that left much to be desired. When Mary Lou was fourteen, she became pregnant by Jake, who married her and took her to live in his cabin in the hills, not far from his parents, who supported them for a while. Jake, only seventeen at the time, worked at odd jobs, barely making enough to get by.
Jake felt a constant resentment over his enforced marriage, blaming Mary Lou for not being careful, when, in reality, it was his youthful virility and growing sexuality that was responsible.
Their firstborn was a boy, Jim, and just as soon as Mary was able, she was again taken by Jake. The ensuing years saw three more children for them, Larry, Johnny, and Lucy. Jake's unceasing sexual activity with his wife took its toll. She had complications, and Lucy was their last child. The fact that Mary Lou had almost died, as a result of Jake's sexual demands upon her, made no difference to him. His animal nature dominated his outr look, coupled with his ever-present resentment of the way he was forced into marriage. Mary Lou led a miserable and unhappy life, but like most of the poorer classes in the hills, she endured it, finding some consolation in her church membership and activity. Jake's meager income was further depleted by his drinking. It was only through the kindness and help of relatives that Mary Lou scraped together enough food to keep the family from starving.
The oldest boy, Jim, inherited most of his father's good looks and strong build, as well as a burgeoning sex drive that had him seducing girls when he was eleven. His father considered this a good sign, and despite Mary Lou's plaintive protests, he encouraged the boy, and his brothers, to pursue sex as often as they felt they wanted to and were able.
Jake's drunken fits often drove him to unrelenting sexual attacks on Mary Lou, often with no regard for the prying eyes of the children. There were many nights when the boys would openly observe through the bedroom door as Jake forced Mary Lou to submit to his desires. The girl, Lucy, grew up in this sordid atmosphere, but her basic instincts led her not to watch openly as her brothers did.
The home was limited in space to begin with, and even if there had been more than the two bedrooms and the living room (used as a bedroom for Lucy), the noise of Mary Lou's pitiful cries would have told the children more than enough. The brothers took this as part of their natural education, and enjoyed it. Lucy, having observed her mother once being forced to submit, became terrified and would lie whimpering whenever Jake came home drunk and proceeded to have intercourse with Mary Lou. Her cries rang through the house, and the boys would look at each other and grin, but Lucy's heart went out to her mother.
There grew within her an abiding fear of men and what they could do. She did not understand the beauty that two can enjoy from sex. Her young mind was indelibly engraved with her mother's screams and the sight of her father covering her with his body and holding her down forcibly.
As if this were not enough to warp her future outlook, she was seduced by her brother Jim when she was only ten. With juvenile cunning and fear of getting her pregnant, he forced her to have anal intercourse, which he had already found to be pleasurable, and certainly foolproof for avoiding paternity. His father had long since informed him of the dangers of getting a girl pregnant.
Despite her fear of men, Lucy found the experience with her brother not without its pleasurable aspects. After the first encounter, she submitted to Jim again, and later to her other brothers.
In this atmosphere of incestuous sexuality, Lucy reached puberty herself, which made her all the more determined not to allow herself to get pregnant. Mary Lou had a long talk with her on the dangers of allowing a boy to go too far, recounting her own experience with Jake. Lucy became firmly convinced that she would allow no man to have vaginal intercourse with her, not until she was married to him.
However, her experiences with her brothers had shown her that anal intercourse could be a more than satisfactory means of enjoying the opposite sex. She began going with a boy from a neighboring farm, but preserved her virginity. Jim had married and moved away, and Larry and Johnny were occupied with their respective girl friends. Lucy felt she would probably end up marrying her boyfriend and looked forward to the event.
However, Jake had been drinking more than usual, and one night came home early. Mary Lou was away at a nearby farm, doing some housework to earn some extra money. Lucy was attending to her chores when her father came in, very drunk, and proceeded to attack her. She screamed and ran, but he caught her, ripped off her dress, and raped her in the living room.
Later, Mary Lou returned home to find Lucy in near hysterics on the bed, and Jake passed out on the floor. When he awoke, he denied any memory of what had happened, but Mary Lou could not deny the evidence of bloodstains and Lucy's hysterical condition.
As the months passed, it became evident that Lucy was pregnant. Her condition came to the attention of the school nurse, and the story came out.
Lucy was referred to the county welfare officer, who had many talks with the girl. Despite action that could be taken against the father, there was still the problem of Lucy, an unwed teenage mother and still in a rather unbalanced state of mind following the occurrence.
Mary Lou felt that if Lucy's boyfriend was willing to marry her and assume responsibility for the baby, it might be the easiest way of resolving the problem. But Lucy was violently against the idea. Hysterically, she screamed that she would never again have anything to do with any man. Her father's attack had left a deep psychological scar.
Finally, the welfare officer and the school nurse suggested that Lucy undergo treatment by a psychiatrist to try and repair the psychological damage, thereby paving the way to a possible marriage, or at least a rational frame of mind for the girl.
Lucy agreed to visit the psychiatrist, and over a series of visits related her entire background and history leading up to the assault by her father.
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"Like I said, I didn't want to have no one stick his cock in me. Not in front, anyway. I remembered too well how my pa used my ma. I was only about seven or eight, round that age, when I first saw what it meant. They let me sleep in the living room on the old couch. My brothers all slept in the other room, all of them in one big bed, same as ma and pa had in their room. I had gone to sleep one night, and I remember waking up and hearing ma screaming. I sat up and looked over. The lights were out, but it was bright moonlight, and I saw my brothers crouched on the floor looking through the bedroom door. I got out from under the covers and went over to see what was going on. Jim, he's the oldest, told me to go back to sleep. I could tell from the way he whispered at me that something was going on, and I wanted to know what it was.
"I pushed my head round the edge of the door, and all I could see was my ma, with no clothes on, on her back, and my pa, all naked and with a big thing sticking out of his legs, and he was slapping ma across the face. 'Eat it, eat it,' he was saying, and I didn't understand what he meant. My brothers all giggled, and I saw they had their hands between their legs, playing with their cocks 'What's pa doing?' I asked Jim, and he told me pa was fucking ma.
"I really stared then, and I saw my pa's prick go down between ma's legs and he lay on top of her and began humping away, biting her tits and squeezing her. She was twisting and her hands were clawing across his back. I got real scared and started crying. Jim told me to shut up. 'He ain't hurting her,' he told me. 'She's loving it.' "Then why is she crying out?' I asked, and they all laughed. 'Hell, pa's got a big dick,' said Larry. 'That's why she's crying out.'
"I still didn't know what it all meant. I just kept hearing my mother's cries and my pa's grunts and moans and that old bed was rocking like it was fit to break apart any minute, and I got scared. I crept back to the couch and pulled the blankets up to my head, trying to drown out the sounds. But they went on, on and on, and, in-between their voices, I heard my brothers giggling and scuffling about on the floor. I didn't understand then about what they were doing, jacking themselves off as they watched. I even didn't know what jack off meant back then, but I knew it must be something they liked to do, and also something dirty because it had to do with their pricks, and I had once heard my ma shout at my pa, 'Take that dirty prick away from me,' so I knew it was something nasty. Oh, I was a real scared little girl back then, not knowing why my pa was doing those things to my ma. After that first time, I asked Jim about it.
"He laughed at first, but then he told me that was how people made babies, and also how they had a good time. I think this was about the time that Jim had started getting interested in girls. He had one girl from across the hill who used to come and see him, and they'd go Off together in the bushes. I decided to follow them one day, and I carefully hid myself and watched.
"They found a real secret place between the trees and lay down. Jim was feeling around the girl's legs and kissing her. She pulled off her dress, and I saw her tits were small but starting to sprout. He closed his mouth around them and sucked them, and she twisted and made funny noises in her throat. Then I saw that Jim had opened his pants and his cock was sticking out, real hard. The girl took it in her hand and began playing with it. She pulled the skin back and forth along the shaft and Jim got real excited. He rolled on top of her and pushed his cock between her legs and they were twisting together, just like I had seen ma and pa do, only the girl wasn't making all those horrible sounds that ma did. Jim went on humping away until suddenly he cried out, and then he rolled off her, and lay there. I saw his cock wasn't hard anymore, but soft, and lying flat against his pants. The girl smiled at him and kissed him and said it had felt real good, and he had a lovely cock. I remember I was surprised that it was so big.
"I had seen by brother in the bathroom, and his prick had always looked just like his brother's, small and wrinkled, but when it got hard, it sure stood up and seemed to be thicker and longer, like I'd never seen it before. And I knew from the way that girl behaved she enjoyed what he was doing to her. Then I remembered that Larry had said my pa had a big dick which was why ma cried out. I figured that Jim's would grow bigger as he got older.
"I wanted to ask Jim about what had happened, but I was scared. I knew he'd maybe beat me up for watching him and the girl in the bushes that day. So all I knew was that a boy's prick got hard and he pushed it between a girl's legs and she had a baby. I don't remember whether that girl Jim lay with that day ever had a baby, but in my mind I was sure that she did. I still didn't know how it happened, and I was afraid of the whole mess. I felt it was dirty and it hurt, so I made up my mind if any boy ever tried to do that to me, I'd fight him off. Of course, the noise from ma's bedroom went on, month after month, and this only added to my fears.
"I guess I was about ten when Jim attacked me that one day and corn-holed me. I knew at the time that nothing would make him change his mind, and he agreed that he didn't want me to have a baby, so he stuck his prick into my ass. It hurt when it first went in, but afterwards it felt pretty good, and I enjoyed it. I guess I felt it was something naughty, and wanted to find out, just like most kids will. And I felt, since Jim was my brother, it couldn't hurt to try.
"A few days after this happened, he must have told Larry and Johnny, because we were all out in the woods one day, playing, when Larry took out his cock and said he wanted to fuck me. I ran away, but they caught me. I struggled and told them to lay off, but Larry said if I did it for Jim, I should do it for him and Johnny as well.
"They got Jim to hold me while they took off their pants. They pulled my panties down and turned me over, and I felt Larry try to push his hard cock into my ass. Jim told him to spit on it, so it'd slide in easy. He did, and then I felt it go in, and he started pumping away. After a while, he climbed off and Johnny tried. Jim was laughing, saying that neither of them could come, so he got on. They wanted to watch him. Jim had the biggest prick of them all, and I could tell. I felt that big rod slide in and out, pushing way deep into me, throbbing and jerking. Larry said he wanted to see Jim come, so he pulled it out, and told me to play with it.
"Larry and Johnny were holding their own pricks while I closed my fingers around Jim's and rubbed it up and down. It seemed to get stiffer and thicker, and as I pulled his skin back off the head, it looked like it was going to burst, it was so smooth and slick and red. Then Jim started groaning and saying he was going to come. A few seconds later, I felt him push forward and lots of white stuff came spurting out of the end. Larry and Johnny gasped and came forward, touching it and examining Jim's cock, which had started going soft again. Larry took it, squeezed a drop out of it, then put it to his mouth and tasted it. Jim laughed and told Larry that if he wanted to taste it, he could suck his cock next time and get the whole load in his mouth.
" 'Shit, I ain't no cocksucker,' Larry said. 'That's what girls are for.' They all laughed, and Jim asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. The others got real excited and told me to take it. I figured it wouldn't hurt, as he'd already come and I didn't know he could come again. So I leaned forward and closed my lips around the end of it. It tasted real funny, maybe a little salty, and I sucked it, and Jim moaned and said how good it felt. I sucked for a while, and then it started getting hard again. I pulled away, but he grabbed my head and held it down over his crotch. 'Suck it, little sister,' he said, 'I'm gonna shoot again.'
"Larry and Johnny were lying right down next to us, watching closely as my mouth went up and down Jim's shaft, licking and taking it in. The longer I licked, the better it felt. Then suddenly I felt Jim shudder and push his prick deep into my throat, and I felt it spurt another load of come into me. I gagged and swallowed and pulled away. They all were real excited, and said I'd done a good job. 'I ain't gonna have a baby?' I asked, and Jim told me not if I sucked it or took it up the ass.
That made me feel okay, because I knew if I got pregnant, pa would beat the shit out of me. Besides, I didn't want to have a baby. I'd heard ma complain enough times about always being pregnant, until she got sick with me and couldn't have any more. My main worry back then was making sure I didn't let anyone get to me that way.
"I didn't really like sucking Jim's cock. It was something I did to find out what it was like, I guess, but after that, I didn't try it again with them. There were a few times my brothers corn-holed me, but only occasionally, when we were maybe in the right mood. I think my fear of getting pregnant put me off any sort of contact with men.
"When I started menstruating, ma gave me a long talk about it. She figured I knew enough about things, but maybe not the girl-type talk we had. I told her I didn't know anything. I didn't tell her about what had happened between my brothers and me, because something told me she'd have been real mad. Anyway, she said for me never to allow a boy to put his dick in my crotch, because she said if he did, I'd have a baby, sure as shooting.
"As I got a little older, and my tits started coming out, I found myself becoming interested in boys. My brothers had sort of lost interest in me, because they had their girl friends. Ma didn't approve, but pa said it was normal, and he thought it was great, especially with Jim, who was screwing this girl and didn't try to conceal the fact at all. Ma was upset, but pa thought it was great. 'Just like his old man,' he said more'n once, and ma would make a snorting sound and give him a dirty look.
"Well, I finally found me a steady boyfriend.
His name was Stan, and he was real handsome and gentle. He wasn't a rough kind like my brothers. He used to walk home from school with me, and we'd sit on the porch and talk, and he'd hold my hand and say how pretty I was. I liked that, because it made me feel good inside. Not the sexy feeling, just a nice happy feeling.
"The first time Stan tried anything with me, we had been out in the woods picking berries. We were both tired, and we lay down on the grass. Stan reached over and kissed me, not the gentle kiss he had done several times, but a real hard kiss. I felt his lips on mine, and then his tongue pushed between my lips. I felt this glow inside me, and my crotch started getting all hot and strange, like I'd never felt before. I pulled away and told him to stop, but he said, 'Don't you like it?' And I said, 'Yes, but I feel funny.' Then he reached over and began touching my tits. It felt good, and I could feel my nipples getting hard. 'Come on,' he said, 'show me your tits.' I saw nothing wrong in that, so I pulled my dress down and took off my bra, and my tits sprang out. They're large, and back then, they were just as big. He gasped, and fondled them, saying how lovely they were, and how beautiful I was. He kissed them, and I closed my eyes, wondering how I could ever feel so good again. His tongue caressed my skin and his lips sucked on my nipples.
"I felt them get like little nuts; they were so firm and responding to his attentions. The feelings I had for Stan all welled up inside me and I just wanted to make him feel as good as I could, without having him do that to me. Sticking it in my front, I mean. I reached down and felt him. His prick was hard and throbbing through his pants.
He was breathing real heavy, and he asked me if he could do it to me. 'Yes, but not where you think,' I told him, slipping off my panties. 'You can do it back there.' He laughed, and hugged me. 'I won't get you pregnant,' he said, and I told him I was gonna make damn sure he didn't.
"He took down his pants, and I gasped when I saw his prick. It was bigger than Jim's, and had a lot of veins all around it. They looked real sexy, with those blue veins against the white skin, and his balls, real big and round and with not too much hair over them. Stan didn't have much hair anywhere. He was part Indian, and he told me that was the reason. I took his prick in my hand, and it was so lovely, I just had to kiss it. As my mouth closed around the head, he gasped and lay back, moving his hips and driving his rod in and out of my mouth. 'Suck it, Lucy,' he said to me in a real tense voice. 'That's the best ever.' I lay there between his legs, taking his cock and balls in my mouth, tonguing them all around. I let my tongue slide across the end, into that slit, and I could taste the stuff that was coming out.
"It was a real wild feeling, and the more I sucked, the more excited I became. I could feel my insides churning and my slit was wet with my own juices that were oozing out of me. This was the first time I had felt anything like this. I wanted very much to feel his prick slide into my cunt, but I knew T couldn't ... I shouldn't. I didn't want to have that baby, not under any circumstances, not until maybe Stan and I were married. There was still my ass-hole, which was twitching and feeling good.
"Stan suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth and gasped. 'I'm almost there,' he said, and
I stared at his organ, standing stiff and straight up in front of my eyes, slick and slippery from my spit, and shining in the light. The head seemed redder than before, so smooth and firm, and pointed, with that clear stuff oozing out of the slit. Stan pulled me up and lifted my legs in the air, so my ass was exposed. He lunged forward and I felt his prick touch my ass-hole. I relaxed and it slid in. He moaned as he buried it deep inside me, and I leaned back, holding my hips up and rolling them around, gripping his shaft with my ass and working it around. It slid in and out, and I could feel a glorious bubbling inside me. Then Stan's fingers pressed against my cunt, and he began playing with the lips, stroking them, and his finger slid inside, touching my flesh in there.
"I just about lifted off the ground, it felt so good. I had stuck my own fingers up my snatch before, playing with myself, and it felt good, but never this good. With his big prick ramming in and out of my ass-hole, and his fingers pushed deep into my cunt, my whole body was on fire, tingling from head to toe, and my loins were quivering like they never had before. It wasn't just the fact that Stan was cornholing me and playing with my cunt ... it was my feeling for Stan, the real deep love feeling which had grown over the months we had known each other. That made it all the better, all the more exciting and thrilling. I knew he wasn't just screwing me for a piece of tail. He was doing it because of the way he felt about me, and this made me feel real good, all over, like nothing before.
"He was panting, and I could see the sweat dripping off his forehead. 'Good, good,' he kept saying, staring hard at me as he pounded away. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure that was flooding through my body. Every time he pounded his prick home, I felt my whole body quiver and my snatch felt like an electric shock was going through it I began crying out, 'Stan. Stan!' and he reached for me, pulling my shoulders to his, and kissing me as he pushed his cock in and held it there. I could feel it pulsate and quiver and I knew he was shooting his come into me, load after load.
"At the same time, almost, I felt my loins flood and my cunt twist into a million knots, it seemed, and for the first time, I felt my own orgasm. Jeez, I thought my body was going to explode, it felt so great. Stan collapsed and lay back, and his prick pulled out of my ass-hole. I stared at that beautiful tool, limp against his leg. I reached over and touched it, and he jumped. 'Take it easy,' he said softly. 'It's kinda tender.' I told him I was sorry, and just lay still, staring at it, and being thankful for the wonderful pleasure it had given me. At that moment, I wondered whether it could ever feel any better up my snatch than up my ass. If it did, I figured I'd just float off to heaven. Anyway, when Stan and I were married, I'd find out, and till then I was content to let things be the way they were. Stan was satisfied, I knew that. He leaned over after a while and told me it was the best he had ever had, and then I kidded him about who he had it with before. He blushed and said he'd corn-holed a few other girls, but they didn't mean nothing to him. He told me he loved me and wanted us to get married when we could. I told him the same, and we lay together, hugging each other, and I thrilled again as my tits rubbed against his chest, and my fingers held his cock. Oh, what a beautiful cock Stan had! I could have stayed there forever, sucking on it, and having him shove it up my ass, but we had to get home.
"That night I lay in bed, and dreamed about him. It was the greatest experience of my life up till then, and I hoped we could do it again soon. There was nothing wrong in it, because he loved me and I loved him, and ma had told me that when two people marry, and have sex, it was because they loved each other, and that made it all right. I had asked her if pa loved her, and she said of course he did, but there was something in her voice that made me wonder if she was really happy with my pa. I could never forget those noises she made when he was screwing her at night, and the way he would hit her sometimes when he came home drunk. Pa was not a very nice man, but I'd been told we have to love our parents, so I tried to, but it was hard. I always felt a man should be gentle with the woman he loves (like Stan was with me) and not violent. I guess the strongest memory I have of my pa is his violence, especially that awful day he took my cherry.
"I knew that when pa was drunk, he didn't know what he was doing. At least, that was what he always said. My brothers and I had seen him liquored up too many times to ever try and argue or reason with him. We knew to get the hell out of his way and not come back till he had passed out, or gone off. Ma put up with it. There was little else she could do. And I truly felt sorry for her, and still do, especially now that she knows he screwed me, his own daughter, in his own house.
"Ma had gone off to a neighbor to do some work for them. Ma's very good at sewing and ironing and stuff, and she makes some extra money this way. I had come home and was cleaning up the kitchen. It was around four o'clock, and pa usually didn't get home till about six. I was on my knees, scrubbing the floor, when I heard the screen door slam and pa's heavy tread in the living room. He called out for my ma, and I answered him, telling him she was away, working.
"He walked through the living room, then stopped, leaning up against the wall just inside the kitchen, staring at me. 'You go get her,' he said, and I could tell then he was very drunk. His voice was rough and slurry, and he could just barely stand. I told him she'd be home soon, and he shouted at me, 'You go get her!' I told him again she'd be home soon, and just to wait. Ma was a good half hour away and I saw no sense in going after her then. Besides, I had my own chores to finish, and I was in the middle of scrubbing. 'You're a sassy one,' he said. 'Just like your ma.'
"He stared at me, and then laughed real coarse-like. 'Just like your ma, big tits and all.'
"I remember that was when I started getting scared. I'd never heard him speak like that about me, and the way he was looking at me made me feel naked, like he was undressing me with his eyes.
"He could tell I was looking at him, afraid, and he came forward and put his hand on my shoulder, I was still kneeling on the floor beside the slop bucket.
" 'You're a mighty pretty one, Lucy, you know that?' he said. 'I bet you could fuck up a storm.'
"I scooted away from him, across the floor, and glared up at him.
" 'Pa, you go lie down,' I said as firmly as I could. 'Ma'll be home soon. Real soon,' I added, like warning him not to try anything with me. I guess I figured he had plans on taking me to bed then, even though he had never tried anything like that before, ever. Something inside told me what he had in mind, and I was scared shitless. I had heard of some of the other families in the hills who slept together and girls who got screwed by their pa, but I had nothing like that in mind ever, not for me. I was too scared of my pa to ever think of going to bed with him. But now the look in his eyes and the way he was standing, staring down at me, told me what he wanted.
"He took a step forward and grabbed my head, pulling it back so I was looking up at his crotch. 'Maybe you 'n' me'd better git together,' he said, his voice kinda strange, thick and not like the way he usually talked.
"He pushed my head forward into his crotch and I could feel the hard lump there under his pants. I pulled away and shouted at him to leave me alone, and he laughed, and came at me. I got to my feet and tried to run around him and out the door, but he was too quick. Drunk as he was, he grabbed me before I could leave, and held on to me, his fingers digging in so hard I screamed from the pain.
" 'You leave me alone,' I said, my voice shaking, because I knew how strong he was and remembered how he used to treat ma when he was like this. My mind was filled with the sight of him, naked, laying on top of my ma while she screamed and moaned.
"He laughed again, and pulled me to him; then, with a quick jerk, he tore off my dress. I stood there, with just my bra and panties on, and his eyes gleamed. 'Well, well, such beautiful tits,' he said, and the next thing my bra was ripped off me, and his hands clutched at my breasts, digging in so hard I thought he had broken the skin. 'You're gonna git it,' he muttered, and his head came down and bit into my shoulder. I don't know how I did it, but I broke away from him, dropped to the floor, crawled quickly through his legs, and ran for the living room. I figured if I could only make it out the front door, I'd be safe.
"I had my hand on the handle when he caught me, pulled me back viciously, and threw me across the room. I tripped on the throw rug and fell, scratching my arm on a chair. I stared at the blood coming out of the cut, then looked up at him as he came at me. His face was terrible, screwed up in rage and evil passion. I closed my eyes and prayed. I felt him grab at my panties and rip them off, tearing the fabric. I was naked on the floor. When I heard him grunting, I opened my eyes and saw his prick jump out from his clothes, big and half hard, all dark and wrinkled and bigger'n I ever thought.
" 'You like, that, eh?' he asked, and he took off his shirt. He was naked, just like I was, and his big hairy body looked like an ape as he stood over me, his cock waving at me, getting bigger and harder every second. And something told me he wouldn't have any intention of cornholing me. He wanted to stick that thing where it counted, up front. Again I heard my ma's cries in my ears, and I thought I'd faint, I was so scared. I wish I had've, because then I wouldn't've gone through it with him. It was horrible. My pa was just a big animal, standing there, his muscles tight as he clenched his hands, his prick stabbing out in the air, the skin pulling back off the broad, flat head. I didn't know what to do then. I just lay there, trembling and crying.
"He reached down and touched my face. 'Don't cry,' he said. 'You're gonna feel real good real soon now.' Then he lay down next to me on the floor and pulled at my tits real rough and hard. 'Jeez, they're big and soft,' he said, and he straddled my body, one leg on each side and put that big thing between my tits, holding it by pushing my flesh around his rod while he pushed it forward and back.
"Each time it came forward, the head slid out of his foreskin and touched my lips. 'Suck it, girl, suck it,' he said. 'Ever seen a big'un like that before?' I kept my mouth shut, and closed my eyes. I could feel his weight almost crushing the breath out of me, and every time he lunged forward, I could feel his slippery head against my mouth, and I wanted to puke. I felt my stomach rising and I struggled under him. 'Eat it, I said, goddammit!' he shouted, and I opened my eyes just in time to see his hand slash through the air and connect with my cheek. The sharp pain shook all the crying out of me. I was mad, then, real mad, and I struggled under him, twisting and turning. He laughed. 'Keep that up, my girl,' he said. 'It only makes my cock feel better.' I lay still, glaring up at him.
" 'You better let up,' I said, 'or you'll really get in trouble. Ma'll tell.' His hand came down again and I felt the blow against my face. 'No one'll tell,' he shouted, 'and you'd better not!'
"He slid down, so his cock dragged across my stomach, and then, when the head touched my cunt, he raised his hips, and with a quick thrust jammed it into me. I screamed, feeling something tear inside me as his shaft slid all the way into my cunt. This was the first time ever, and I guess he didn't realize it until he saw the blood come out on the side of his cock. 'Jesus, you're cherry,' he said, staring down at my crotch, bleeding, with his prick just touching the cunt lips. I took your cherry. Whaddya know, no wonder it's so tight.' And then he pushed it in again, real slow this time. He watched as the end slipped in. I could feel it going in. It didn't hurt so much this time, and I felt the pleasure deep inside, and with every inch that slid in, it felt better. Pa has a real big cock, and thick, and every inch of it was being gripped by my flesh as he pushed it in, raping my virginity, and showing me how it was. I had always wondered. Now I knew. I was almost fainting, partly from pain and shock, partly from knowing that it was my own pa who was doing it to me. And there was no love, no tenderness. He was rough, coarse, and all he wanted was his own satisfaction, no matter who he hurt. He knew I was hurting. He knew I couldn't enjoy such a big prick for the very first time ever. Sure, it hurt, but as he continued, it got to feel good. Maybe I was just numb then. I don't know. But he moved back on his knees and his arms, staring at his prick as he slid it in and out of me. 'Wow, lookit,' he said, his whisky breath choking my nostrils. 'Look at my big prick in your snatch, baby doll.' I think he got as much enjoyment out of watching it as whatever he was feeling.
"Then he bent his head down and started sucking on my tits. I felt his tongue lick across my nipples, rock-hard by now. His teeth closed over them, he bit hard enough to make me cry out and twist under him, and he laughed. 'Yeah, twist that butt of yours,' he said. 'Keep your cunt snapping around my rod. Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby!'
"My hands were on his shoulders, trying to push him away, and my nails were biting into his flesh. I suddenly thought of tearing his face with my nails, and I dug into the skin across his back, scraping across. I could feel his bloody pulp under my nails, and he shouted. His hand came up and belted me across the mouth. 'Don't you try that again!' he snarled. 'Little bitch!' I knew then there was nothing I could do but lie there and let myself endure it until he had finished. I tried to think of Stan-of my brothers-all the times I had experienced sex with a boy, and how long it took before it was over. By this time the pain had clouded my mind, and I began to try and forget it.
"I was conscious that a wonderful thrill was taking over my loins. It was pa's big prick sliding deep into my vagina, pushing aside the virgin walls with its massive thickness, and his big head touching and teasing my clitoris every time he pulled out and pushed in. It really was great and the only thing that helped me forget what was really happening, and the pain that still persisted, even though it wasn't as strong as the first time he plunged in.
"I started thinking of my ass-hole, and how many times I had enjoyed a cock up there, and now this ... it felt good, it felt wonderful, but something yearned for me to have it up my backside. I don't know why or how, but at that moment, pa reached down for my buttocks, and I felt his rough finger push in. Next thing, his finger was inside my ass, rotating, touching, feeling, and making me feel even better than before. Automatically I began grinding my ass, and pa laughed. 'You like that, eh, you little corn-holer?' he said. 'Oh, yes, I know all about that. My cornholing daughter.
Well, now you're getting it both ways.' He sneered down at me, and lowered his mouth again to my tits, sucking and slobbering all over them, his tongue licking back and forth quickly as he pounded his prick in and out my cunt, and his finger probed my ass-hole. If it had been anyone but him, and under any other circumstance, I could look back and say it was the most wonderful fuck ever.
"But I was scared, I was hurting-though with every push, the pleasure got greater-and I was also wondering what the hell would happen if ma walked in and caught him. She might think I had something to do with it, because I knew pa would blame me. So I just lay there,' caught between fear, hurt, and the pleasure that pa's big dick was giving me with every ramming into my cunt. In, out, in, out, and his grunts became louder and the sweat was dripping off his face and onto my body. I closed my eyes and prayed that he would climax soon and it would be over. Please, please, let him come, I prayed, let his rod shoot, shoot and then he will leave me alone. But on and on he went, pounding away until I thought my twat was dry and just being rubbed raw by his massive tool. His finger in my ass was slick enough, and that felt pretty good, but in front it was getting real sore. I figured if I really tried to squeeze my snatch together, this might make him reach his orgasm. I concentrated and began moving my hips, gripping his shaft as it slid in, real tight. I knew he felt the difference, because he began moaning more. 'Hey, there you go,' he said hoarsely. 'Tight little pussy, tight, TIGHT!' I wriggled some more, blending my hips with his, and together we rocked on the floor, straining every muscle and nerve to get it over with ... over with ... over with!
"My extra effort must've done the trick. He went wild, straining and pushing, heaving his body in and out of me; his teeth sank into my shoulder, and I felt the sharpness tear my skin as his throat gave out with real animal sounds-and in my cunt it seemed his cock rammed all the way in, stayed there, and just got thicker and thicker while warm wet liquid gushed out, spurting into me. I don't know if I reached a climax or not. Maybe I did. I was so anxious to get him off me, I couldn't have cared about that. I wanted his dick out of me, to stop hurting and rubbing. He kept it in for a few minutes after he stopped moving; then he carefully pulled it out. I watched as it slid out, now half soft, and lay limp between his legs as he sat back on his haunches and stared at me.
"He grinned and reached out, pinching my cunt lips. 'Well, now you're a woman,' he said roughly. 'And I bet you'll never git a better fuck than that.' He got to his feet and staggered to the bathroom. I had the sudden desire to scream and scream. I bit my lip and crawled over to the couch. My crotch was on fire, real sore. There was blood all over my legs and stomach, and some on the floor where we had been lying. I heard pa pissing in the toilet, and then he went into his bedroom and I heard the bed creak as he collapsed on it.
"That was when I let go and started sobbing loudly, almost out of control. I lay naked on the couch, sobbing hysterically. It was that way ma found me when she came back. I heard the front door open. She walked in, stopped for a second, then ran over to me, put her hand on my back, and said, 'Lucy, what's bin happening?' I turned up to look at her, and I was unable to speak. I tried to say something, but my throat was dry from crying, and nothing would come out. She looked at me, saw the blood and all, and I heard her whisper, 'Oh, God.' Then she shook me. 'Who was it?' And I shook my head. 'Lucy, who was it?' she demanded, and all I could do was point toward the bedroom. Her eyes opened wide, and she went across the room and looked into the bedroom where, I knew, pa lay passed out on top of the bed. It was obvious from his appearance what he had done. She turned, and I've never seen my ma so mad in all my life. She came back to me and put her arm around me, pulling the sheet up over my body. 'You poor baby,' she said, and then she started crying herself. 'That son of a bitch,' I heard her mutter to herself, 'I'll kill him for this.'
"Well, after a while, I calmed down enough to tell her what had happened. She said she knew how bad he could be when he'd been drinking, and it was just sad that I had been there alone when he came home, otherwise it might not have ever happened.
"She made me go take a nice warm bath, and she told me to douche with real hot water. She said I might not get pregnant, but knowing it was my first time, and also the fact that pa had such a big cock, she felt he might have put his seed real deep into me, and so all we could do was wait.
"When pa came to, they had the biggest fight I've ever heard them have. She cussed him out, and hit and scratched him, but pa's a big man, and he ended up slapping her around and throwing her into bed and doing it to her. I just lay in the living room, crying and wondering how I could ever get away from this awful place and that terrible man who was my father.
"Ma decided to wait. There was nothing we could do, really. But after a few months, it was obvious I was going to have a baby. The nurse at school asked me, and then there was nothing we could do to hide it. She came to the house and spoke to my mother. Ma told her exactly what had happened, and that's how I came to be here now. I just want to get away. I'll have my baby, and then I want to go away from home and try to start a life for myself. I don't want to live there anymore. If he did it to me once, he'll do it again. I know.
"I think if I ever go with a man again, I'll make sure he screws me in the ass. I like it that way, and I'll be sure I won't get pregnant."
Lucy's traumatic experience only strengthened her anal fixation, and it was only after many months of therapy that she was convinced that a normal relationship would be part of her future happy life as a wife and mother.
Lucy's child was born, and it was given over for future adoption. She resumed her friendship with her boyfriend, Stan, and his understanding and tolerance helped heal the deep psychological wounds she had suffered at the hands of her father. She received training and got a job, moving away from home and living in a nearby town. After six months, she agreed to marry Stan, the couple moved to Louisville, Kentucky, and settled down happily.
An interesting aspect of this girl's anal preference stemmed not just from her early indoctrination by her brothers, but from her psychological aversion to vaginal intercourse after witnessing the violence between her parents during sex. Her constant reference to her feelings regarding her father's treatment of her mother showed that the actions of her parents in bed had been indelibly impressed upon the child.
In talks with her mother, Lucy had also been led to think that sex with a man could be undesirable. Mary Lou, despite her submission to Jake, and her initial love for him, had found her emotions degenerating, until she merely put up with the sexual advances, rather than enjoyed them in a normal connubial fashion.
Of course, Jake's drinking only brought out the worst side of his nature. Normally an excessively virile man, his sense of values became distorted by alcohol, and, frustrated by his poverty and lack of ability to get ahead, he took out his feelings in sex with Mary Lou. This, nevertheless, does not excuse his actions, particularly as his children were constant witnesses to his depravity.
His final act of raping his own daughter only brought the situation into sharp focus for Mary Lou. After Lucy moved away, Mary Lou decided to separate from Jake and go back to her parents. Their marriage had never been an ideal one, and it was unfortunate that their lack of harmony had such a bad effect upon the raising of their children. All the boys married young, moved away, and existed "adequately," but despite Lucy's eventual marriage, she had difficulty adjusting. It was only through the tenderness of her husband that she was able to purge her memory of the unhappy days of her childhood and settle into maturity with some degree of adjustment.
It is interesting, in this, our first case history in the book, that the person concerned with an analism fixation, also endured other sexual assault and a generally undesirable family upbringing. It is quite possible that if Lucy's father had been a more balanced individual, she would have regarded her brothers' advances as part of teenage experimentation, and nothing more. Many children will indulge in sex play of various kinds, including anal intercourse, merely as an expression of their desire to "find out what it's all about."
Lucy's extreme fear of pregnancy was a guiding force behind her agreeing to have anal relations, but then, afterwards, she found it pleasurable. It was unfortunate that her first vaginal intercourse was violent and repugnant to her, because if, for instance, she had indulged first with her boyfriend, the tenderness of the union might have colored her outlook a lot differently. But the trauma of being raped by her own father in a drunken fit of passion only added to her established fear of vaginal activity with a man.
In many low-income families, especially in rural areas, the practice of anal intercourse is well documented. "Cornholing" (primarily a Southern rural term), between participants of the same or opposite sex, appears to be part of the sexual scene, especially among teenagers and pre-puberty age groups. There is no doubt that anal intercourse can add to the enjoyment of sex, but it should be merely an adjunct, not a primary source of enjoyment. Lucy's fears, as well as her early experience with her brothers, had established anal sex as her preferred way of enjoying bodily pleasures.
In her marriage to Stan, Lucy still continued with anal intercourse, but only as an occasional variation to a regular frontal activity which she slowly grew to accept and enjoy to the fullest degree as a wife and, later; a mother.
CHAPTER THREE
TEXANS ARE BIGGER
"Ever since that first time when I was thirteen my dad and brothers used to make me do things to them. They said as ma was dead, I had to take care of things around the house, and that included taking care of them. I know my brothers used to mess around with me when we were kids, but then all kids do that. I remember my girl friend at school told me once that she used to jack off her older brother till he came, and she thought nothing of it. I asked her if she didn't think it was wrong, and she just laughed and said they all did it, so I felt it was okay for me. So when Glenn first came to me one night and stuck this big thing in my face, I just took hold of it and started squeezing it the way I saw him do once or twice in the bathroom. He stood beside the bed and pushed his hips forward, making his prick slide in and out of my fingers, which were holding onto his skin. 'Suck the end of it,' he said in a whisper, so's we wouldn't wake up anyone else in the house. I figured dad wouldn't wake up anyway, he was sound asleep in his room, and Stacy had long since gone to bed.
"I slid my head forward, leaning on the mattress, and let my mouth cover the end of his cock. I licked around that smooth, slick red head of his, and liked it. His hands came forward and he touched my head, running his fingers through my hair, and I liked that. I really didn't think anything wrong about it. I knew that I had to learn about boys sooner or later, and I'd just as soon learn about them from my own brother, and I'd always liked Glenn anyway. After mother died, he had comforted me more than dad or Stacy, and I felt a strong love for him. So it felt right for me to give him pleasure, and really, I was getting my own kicks, too. I liked sucking his peter. Glenn has a nice one, thick, with lots of skin, and real pretty.
"That night he stood beside the bed and went on sticking it in and out of my mouth until I felt him shudder and his penis quivered and he thrust it real deep into my throat. I felt it stiffen even more and then my mouth was filled with his come. It was the first time for me, and I almost gagged, but I swallowed and didn't mind the taste at all. It was sort of salty, like buttermilk, and I always liked buttermilk, ever since our early days on the farm.
"Glenn pulled it out, and then bent down and kissed me. "That was wonderful, Melissa,' he said softly. 'See you in the morning.' And then he went back to his room and I lay awake for a while, still with the taste of his cock and his come in my mouth, thinking about how wonderful it was. I couldn't wait till I could see my girl friend at school and tell her about it. I felt I had grown up into a woman suddenly. I knew what it was like to hold a man's penis and complete the act, especially without the worry of maybe getting pregnant. I knew that it was only if it went up in front, you got pregnant. So I was safe.
"Of course, things didn't happen often. Only now and then, because Glenn and Stacy both had their regular girl friends, and daddy was gone a lot of the time anyway. I guess it must've been a year or two after that first time when they all started making me do things, sucking them and screwing me in the ass. It all seemed to happen about the same time. Glenn broke up with his girl, Stacy got tired of his, and daddy came back off the road, and was working here in Irving on a road gang, doing construction.
"Anyway, one night Glenn came into my room, and took my hand and put it on his cock, which was sticking out of his shorts, real hard and throbbing. I knew what he wanted, and I began playing with it. Then Stacy came in and climbed on the other side of the bed. He didn't have anything on at all, and in the dim light from the hallway, I could see his prick was standing up straight as well. I put out my other hand and took him. I lay back, jerking them both. Glenn had climbed on the bed and was lying down. I remember I was thinking what nice cocks they both had. They were about the same size, just a nice handful, thick and lots of skin, and they stood up real straight.
"Glenn leaned over and kissed me, and Stacy reached under my pajama top and began playing with my tits. Then Glenn whispered to me, 'How about letting me fuck your ass?' I'd heard them talk about such things, and had often wondered what it would be like. I giggled, and felt his hand slide down to my buttocks. He pushed under my pajamas and his fingers slid between my cheeks, searching for my ass-hole. I didn't stop him, because I sometimes used to tickle myself there.
"It felt real good, just like when I'd put my finger up my twat and play with myself. Glenn told me to take down my pajamas and he'd show me how it was done. I slipped them down, and by this time I was real excited and could feel my insides churning around.
"Glenn told me to lie on my side, facing Stacy, so he could push his cock in my backside while I sucked Stacy's prick. This really excited me, having them both at the same time. I mean, sucking and fucking together. Glenn put some of his saliva on his cock and pushed it toward my anus. I felt his head touch and try to enter, but, I guess I was nervous or something, I tensed up. His hand came round and squeezed my tits. 'Relax,' he said. 'It'll go in easy if you do.' I tried, and felt it slip in. It hurt a little, but he was real gentle, letting his dick go in very slowly, and once it was in, it felt great. He started pulling it out again, and then I felt it slick and slippery and he began pumping it back and forth. Stacy had pushed his crotch up to my face and I was sucking on the end of his prick. I felt I was floating in heaven. I had one beautiful cock up my ass, and another in my mouth. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced in my whole life. I wanted it to continue, on and on, and never end. Glenn was playing with my tits, rubbing his fingers over my nipples, making them even harder than they were earlier. Stacy was running his hands over my head, touching my ears and pushing my face closer into the hair around his prick. I could smell that musky odor of his flesh and taste the saltiness of his cock in my mouth. My hands played with Stacy's balls, cradling them in my hands, and tickling them with my nails. He was squirming and whispering to me how good it felt. I can't tell you how good I felt right then, with my own cunt oozing love juices out of my crack and running down between my legs. Even though Glenn's cock was up my ass, it felt like my cunt was full, jammed to its limit with ten thousand pricks, each one filling my belly with wonderful warmth and excitement. I was being fucked at both ends, and I loved every second of it. Glenn and Stacy were going out of their minds, I knew, and the stimulation must've been too much for them to hold back very long. Glenn's pumping got faster and faster, and then he suddenly moaned, rammed his cock home all the way and kept it in me. I felt it pulsate and spurt inside me, and, almost at the same time, Stacy pushed his rod down my throat and shot his come. I could taste it as I gulped it down. Then we all lay back, breathing heavily, and I let them play with my body until I fell asleep. It was the most wonderful evening ever."
Sam B was a burly construction worker who lived in the Panhandle of Texas until he married his wife and moved to the area outside of Irving. They had three children, Glenn, Stacy, and Melissa. There were complications in Melissa's birth, and her mother died. The two boys were six and four at the time of their sister's birth. Sam's sister Yvonne came to live with them, and she was responsible for raising the children.
Sam worked infrequently, and the family lived in comparative poverty. When Melissa was ten, Yvonne got married and moved away. Sam decided that his children were old enough to fend for themselves without a mother image and delegated the womanly household chores to Melissa. The girl was bright, had a hard-working personality, and rather enjoyed her role. She got along well with her two brothers, particularly Glenn, who had a special bond of affection with her.
Melissa shared her brothers' adolescent curiosity about sex, and on occasion they would experiment together, with Melissa exploring her brothers' anatomy, just as they did hers. Glenn induced her to fellate him on many occasions, and finally had anal intercourse with her. He told her this was a surefire way to make sure she did not have a baby, and Melissa was curious enough herself to go along with the action. There were many episodes with Glenn, and some with Stacy.
Melissa's curiosity developed into a liking for anal activity, and as the years passed, she indulged many times with her brothers. One night, her father caught them together in bed, and instead of remonstrating with them, he joined in.
Normally a rough, virile man, Sam had had his share of sexual enjoyment with a variety of girl friends and whores since his wife's death. The sight of his own daughter with his sons, naked and enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, proved too much for what was left of his scruples. Aware of the dangers of pregnancy, however, he joined his sons in having only anal intercourse with Melissa, as well as having her perform fellatio on him.
From an occasional sex episode with her brothers, Melissa found her home life degenerating into a constant round of sex activity with her father and her brothers. A sexually responsive young girl herself, she nevertheless felt she was being imposed upon. Her instincts told her that relations with her father were wrong, but she had always been afraid of him. His aggressive nature and threats of violence against her made her submit, and while she felt guilty about it, she could not deny the enjoyment she received from the acts. She told her older brother Glenn, many times, that she liked to have anal intercourse. There was always manipulation of her genital area accompanying the act, and the combination of sensations was more than satisfying to her. The knowledge that she was quite safe from pregnancy only added to her lack of inhibition.
However, despite her brothers' tender feelings toward her, she realized that her father was looking more and more upon her as a sexual chattel, and his virility was often offensive in the rough manner in which he had relations. Melissa felt that if she could find herself a boyfriend, and perhaps marry, she could leave home and lead a normal life herself. She began dating a boy at school and developed a deep feeling for him. Understandably, she kept this secret from her father and brothers, realizing instinctively that they might not approve.
One night, thinking her father together with her brothers would be away in Dallas for the weekend, she brought her boyfriend home. They were necking in the living room when Sam returned. He became angry and told the young man to leave, after which he lost his temper with Melissa and accused her of being a whore.
A violent scene ensued, climaxing with Sam attacking Melissa, beating her badly, and then having intercourse with her vaginally. He literally raped the girl, and despite her screams and hitting back at him, he completed the act and accomplished orgasm within her.
Her brothers, who had spent the weekend away, returned to find her curiously withdrawn and almost in a state of shock. Sam had sworn her to secrecy, saying he would only repeat the action if she told her brothers what had happened.
She continued living at the house, but after two months, it became very obvious that she was pregnant. Sam insisted she take a remedy that he got from a friend. Melissa became very ill, and had a miscarriage. Complications resulted in her being taken by Glenn to a clinic in Irving, where the ministrations of a medic saved her life.
The doctor insisted on her remaining at the clinic for several weeks until she had recovered completely. During this time, he became curious about her withdrawn condition and questioned her about her pregnancy.
For the first time in many months, Melissa found a warm, sympathetic individual to share her troubles with, and she poured out her story to Dr. L--. Sam was reported to the juvenile authorities, and Melissa was placed in the care of the doctor until she had recovered sufficiently to be placed in a foster home.
In the ensuing months, her mental condition deteriorated and Dr. L-decided that she would benefit from therapy sessions. Melissa had turned against any type of contact, particularly with men, and rejected any attempts to draw her into social activity of any type.
Physically, the girl was in excellent condition. She had completely recovered from her miscarriage and the ensuing complications, but the memory of her illness, and the attack by her father which caused it, had created a barrier in her mind. She was not only withdrawn, but antagonistic to anyone trying to get close to her.
Her foster home was pleasant, clean, and the middle-aged couple who cared for her were at a loss. They tried very hard to show Melissa that they had a genuine interest in her welfare, but the girl seemed aloof and not at all interested. She even became aggressive when pushed into conversation, and appeared to be almost antisocial. The only person with whom she would open up, was
Dr. L--. Through her illness and recovery, he had proved to her that he cared about her, and she responded, but the minute she was away from him, she withdrew again into herself.
The doctor set up appointments three times a week with Melissa and decided that the best way to chase out the specter of her father's rape was to get her to go over her entire background and life at home, sparing no detail, however small. He was convinced that Melissa was a normally virile girl, who would display a great deal of natural sexuality once she was freed from the inhibition that was plaguing her. It would be essential for her to face her own sexuality and desires in order to take her place again in society as a normally functioning young woman.
Dr. L-was aware, from Melissa's own admissions earlier, that she had indulged in anal intercourse and had grown to enjoy it. He prompted her, in their first sessions together, to go back to the first sexual episode in her life and recount as much as she could of everything that had happened to her since then. Somewhat reticent at first, Melissa soon relaxed under the doctor's comforting presence and related her story.
"Like I told you, after that first time, things were real nice between my brothers and me. Glenn was real kind and loving, and I liked having sex with him. Stacy was a little different, but then, he was two years younger and not as experienced. But he was all right, really. And he had a groovy way of playing with me. I'll tell you about that in a little while. But Glenn made me feel warm, wanted, and anything we did together was fine. He didn't make me feel I was just something to give him pleasure. He cared about how I felt, too.
"I think it was about a week or so after the first time Glenn had screwed me in the ass that he came to my room again. I was almost asleep, but felt his hand touch me. 'You awake?' he asked softly, and I opened my eyes to see him standing there, naked. He didn't have a hard on, but his prick was hanging thick in front of him. He always seemed to have a larger dick than Stacy, though when they were both on a full hard, they were about the same size. We measured them once just for the hell of it. But when Stacy was soft, he got real small and tiny, curled up in the hair around his crotch, while Glenn stayed long and hanging. I guess that was a difference between their private parts.
"Anyway, he could see I wasn't asleep, so he bent down and said, 'You want a little fun tonight? I got something special for you.' I lifted up the blankets and he scooted down next to me. His hands came out and started unbuttoning my pajamas, then he pulled them off. When he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, I could feel he had a real hard on. It was pushing between my legs and sending chills through my body, hot and cold flashes that made me tremble. I remembered how it had been with him before, and my ass began twitching. I was really looking forward to that big dick of his sliding into me and making me feel good.
"I was wondering what was the special thing he had in mind, and I asked him. 'You'll find out,' he said, letting his tongue slide over my lips, licking around my mouth before clamping over it and pushing his tongue inside. I touched his with my own and we lay there, kissing, licking, sucking on each other's lips, and all the while I could feel that big rod of his pushing between my legs, and my mound pressed against his bare flesh, sending shivers through me.
"Glenn was really great as a lover. He didn't just want to fuck and get it over with. He liked to lie next to me, holding me tight, and kiss me all over, and feel me up. I loved his fingers on my skin, especially the way he dragged them slowly across, letting his nails scratch ever so gently, giving me goose bumps. I lay there, licking his mouth and loving the way its softness met my own. Glenn has such soft lips, softer than anything I can think of. He said my lips were soft, too, but not as soft as the lips of my cunt. He liked to kiss those, too, and that night he showed me some things I never thought he'd do. This was his surprise.
"He slid down, his tongue touching my neck, then came to rest on my boobs. He held them in his hands, pushing them together, while he put his mouth between, licking and blowing gently. His thumbs rubbed across my nipples, making them even harder than they were before and thrilling me in every nerve. I lay back, floating. I felt his mouth go all around my tits, licking and sucking the ends. He told me he liked the little faces on the end of my breasts, and he liked to kiss their mouths. He sure knew how to. He lay there, and every now and then I could feel his hard prick touch my thighs, throbbing and jerking against my skin.
"I reached down and took his cock in my hand. I loved the feel of his skin. It was long and covered the end, and when I pulled it back, his head slid out, and though I wasn't watching it, I pictured it in my mind, thick, flat, and dark red, smooth and slick from the stuff that seeped out of the slit, making it slippery as my fingers caressed it. I knew that just under the end, it was especially sensitive, because every time I touched it there Glenn would jump and give a little moan, like it was extra good. I slid the skin back and forth along the shaft, feeling it throb and thicken in my grasp. I had been jerking him off long enough to know how far I could go before he shot, and I was careful, knowing he would want to shoot inside my ass rather than over the sheets.
"His cock pulled out of my hand as he moved down the bed further, his head trailing down past my tits and onto my stomach. His tongue was still working overtime on my skin, and then he reached my crotch. I could feel him tremble as he buried his face in my hair, biting gently and pushing with his tongue, searching for my cunt lips, and pushing them open as he mouthed the folds of flesh inside.
"Glenn had never done this before. This was his big surprise, and it was one I had never dreamed of. It gave me more pleasure than anything ever had before, having his mouth covering my snatch, his tongue working in and around, licking, sucking on y clitoris, sending indescribable feelings through me. I could feel my insides churning, and then there was a sudden throbbing and a convulsion as I reached an orgasm. I could feel my vagina flowing with my juices, and all the while Glenn's tongue was lapping at me, keeping the emotions at a peak. I moaned loudly, I remember, and he raised his head and shushed me. I was trembling. 'Feel good?' he whispered, and I nodded. It was like nothing before. 'I got more,' he said, and his head went down, past my cunt and between the cheeks of my ass. He lifted me up so he could slide in, his tongue licking my ass-hole, in and around, taking the flesh in his lips and making my thrills continue on and on.
"I thought I would go out of my skull. As his tongue licked around my ass, his fingers played with my cunt, keeping the feeling that he had raised me to moments before. Gently, without any violence, he pushed into me with his hand, touching, probing, and tickling me, while his tongue seemed to go in and out of my ass-hole like a railroad piston at full steam.
"I relaxed my hole, like I did when he was fucking me there, and this enabled him to get in deeper with his tongue. Wow! it felt good. I lay there, floating, while he lifted me higher and higher. Finally, I could stand it no more, and I touched his head. 'Glenn, fuck me, fuck me!' I whispered. 'Put that big cock up my ass. Fuck me good, now.' He rose up and smiled at me. I let my eyes run over his body, which was real hard and muscular. Glenn was really built good for his age. I forget how old he was then, maybe eighteen, nineteen, I'm not sure. But his arms rippled with strength, and in the dim light that came through my bedroom window he looked like a chiseled picture of a Greek statue-like the one they have in all the travel pictures. David? Yes, David, that's the name. Glenn looked like him, and just as handsome. Wow, I thrilled just looking at him, especially that smooth flat stomach and that big, thick cock standing out from his crotch, stiff and ready for action. I reached over and took his shaft in my hand, rubbing it, and feeling how stiff it was, harder'n ever before, I thought.
"He put his hands under my back and lifted me a little. I didn't know what he wanted, until he whispered, 'Get your ass in the air. I'm gonna fuck you and suck you the same time.' I leaned back till I was on my shoulders, and my legs were in the air. He came forward, kneeling, and guided his prick between my buttocks. I felt the end touch my anus, and then slide in. My hole was still wet and slippery from his spit, and it was no strain. That cock slid home as easy as a knife into soft butter. All the way in, and with each thrust I felt it going deeper into me, exciting me even more. I didn't know how the hell he planned to suck me at the same time until he bent forward. I remembered then he was a member of the gym team at school once. Glenn had been real supple, doing back-bends and all that crud. Well, he just bent forward, his prick up my ass, and his mouth came down over my cunt, and his tongue pushed in, licking me at the same time he pushed his peter in and out of my ass. Oh, wow! I thought I'd had experiences with him before, but this blew everything. I put my hands over and touched his head as it worked between my thighs, my fingers caressing his thick curly hair. His hands came forward and grabbed my tits, Jeez, I had everything happening.
He was up my ass, he was licking my cunt and playing with my tits, all at the same time. This was the ultimate.
"I heard him making little sounds in his throat, and I knew he was enjoying himself just as much as I was. I wondered where the hell Glenn had learned to do this. Maybe he'd been fucking around other girls longer than I thought. Anyway, who cared? I didn't. As long as he was able to make me feel this good, he could have been fucking everyone in town for all it mattered.
"I know I had started moaning again, and this time I couldn't stop. The ecstasy was too much. I reached down and could just touch his balls as he rammed his cock in all the way. Every time I felt him push in, I reached up and took his sac in my fingers, grabbing it and scraping it with my nails, letting them run down that hanging flesh and trail through his hairs. He liked that, I knew. Glenn always liked me to play with his balls. He had a big pair of balls, too, and every time he jammed into me, they'd swing against my ass. Oh, wow, this was heaven.
"I wanted it to go on and on as long as possible. I'd never experienced anything like this before. 'Slow, slow,' I whispered, 'I don't want you to come soon.' He made some sound; but he just went on sucking my twat, and his hips kept on. I figured he'd got to the point where it was feeling so good he couldn't stop. Well, maybe he could get hard again and fuck me some more later. It was obvious he was going to come soon, the way he was ramming into me, and the sounds he was making. I twisted my hips and flexed my anus, gripping his shaft as it slid in, then relaxing as it came back out almost all the way, and then, wham! Inside he went again, my flesh tight around his shaft, giving him every bit of pleasure I could.
"My tits were tingling from his massage. His fingers were digging into them, and my nipples seemed on fire. It was probably all the rubbing from his thumbs, back and forth across the ends. I didn't care. It all felt great, and I knew I wanted more and more. Then he began moaning real loud, and if I hadn't been so tensed up and excited I'd have told him to shush, but at that moment I didn't care who heard us. It felt too good. His cock was pushing faster and faster, and then with a shudder he rammed it in all the way, and kept it there. My fingers on his balls could feel his cord throb and jerk, and inside I felt the warm rush of his seed as he shot load after load into me, and it kept on coming like he'd never stop. I was so excited at the thought that I came myself again, my body just exploding with feeling as my cunt seemed to fly off and take me out into space with it. Glenn buried his face in my cunt and kept it there. I could hear his heavy breathing and feel it against my skin.
"Slowly he relaxed and lay on top of me. We were both dripping with sweat. Jeez, you know how hot these Texas summers can get. I felt his prick getting soft and then sliding out of my ass with a little pop. That's the only part of getting screwed I don't like. After a cock gets soft and slips out, it doesn't feel so good. I liked Glenn to leave it in for a while, but that time I guess he was just too pooped. It slid out and he crawled up next to me, his arm across me, his lips touching my cheek.
" 'Gee, that was the best ever,' he said softly. 'You got an educated ass-hole, baby.' I giggled. 'You taught it,' I reminded him. We lay still, just enjoying the warm feeling there was between us. I don't think I've ever felt so good in my life as I did right then. The sex had been good, and now we were just feeling content and great.
"We were lying still, not making a sound, when we heard something move, and a moment later Stacy came into the room. 'Jeez, you'll wake pa up,' he said, climbing into the bed with us. I giggled. 'Did we wake you?' I asked, and he said, 'You're damn right. I thought the bed was coming through the wall.' Glenn laughed quietly and kidded him about being jealous and wanting some action. 'Sure I want some action,' Stacy said, reaching out and feeling my boobs. Glenn looked at me. 'Ready for some more?' he asked.
"I nodded. Even though I was feeling so good, the thought of some more of that lovely cock, as well as having Stacy there, made me excited again. Stacy's cock was something I liked to chew on, anyway. So I thought: Glenn can fuck me again, and Stacy can lie next to me, and I suck him.
"I reached over and started playing with Stacy's crotch. He was already half hard anyway, and my fingers did the rest. I coaxed him to a full hard and then lowered my lips around the head. He sighed and leaned back, watching me as my mouth went sliding up and down over his shaft with my lips curling around the end each time I hit the top. I had learned to linger around the head and push my tongue in and out the slit, rubbing across it and increasing the sensations. Glenn had told me about this. His cock had a real wide slit in the end, which made it easier. Stacy's wasn't quite as wide, but the effect was the same, I knew, from the way he wriggled and moaned when I did that.
"Glenn had put his fingers between my legs and began probing my twat again. He sure knew how to get me hot, touching inside as far as he could and then closing two fingers around my hard little clit, tickling it and playing with it just like I'd play with his cock sometimes. I knew it wouldn't be long before we'd all be tangled up in a heavy mix-up of sex again. And right then, still feeling good after being fucked by Glenn, I was ready to go right back into it.
"I could feel my ass twitching and I could hardly wait until Glenn got his rod and jammed it up into me, pulling and pushing and giving me the kind of exciting fuck I liked. He had asked me once when I was going to let him take my cherry, and I laughed, because we both knew that would never happen. 'You really dig it up your butt?' he asked, and I told him, sure, I did. He'd given it enough times to me, and I got used to it, maybe. All I know is his shaft pushed up into my insides and, even without his hand in my cunt, it still felt good. I have a girl friend like that, too. She told me she'd rather get browned than fucked in front any day.
"Glenn had a tender way of doing it, too. I figured he should teach Stacy, who was always so hot to trot, he'd be violent and try to shoot his load real fast. I guess that was because he was younger and more impatient. He sure dug being blown, though, and I lay there, sucking away and really having a ball. Two, in fact, as I took them in my hand and played with them. Stacy had real large balls, bigger'n Glenn, and he liked me to suck 'em, too. I slid down his rod and let my tongue lick through the thick folds of skin around his sac. He didn't have too much hair, just enough to let you know it was there. He lay back, moaning, while I licked each ball, taking it in my mouth and rolling it around while my lips held his skin, sucking and pressing on him. I pushed down a little and started tonguing him under his balls, that smooth spot where there's no hair ... worn! He flipped over that and lifted his ass so I could get to his ass-hole. I knew what he wanted then. I pushed forward and felt my tongue touch his anus. It was small and tight, and as I started licking it, it twitched and slowly relaxed, letting me penetrate a little. 'Go, go,' he moaned, 'kiss my ass, baby.' Glenn laughed, and leaned over us. 'Maybe you want a cock up there, baby brother,' he said, and Stacy shook his head. 'You fuck her,' he said. 'She can suck me. That's all I want.' Glenn laughed and went back to playing with my crotch, lowering his head and sucking me again. He took my hand and placed it between his legs. I felt his prick, hard as a rock again, and I massaged it. We were all sweating and rolling around, really enjoying all the sensations that were flooding our bodies.
"Glenn sat up and pulled me up to him, kissing me on the lips. 'Got another trick for you,' he said. 'Come here, Stacy.' Stacy looked over. 'What?' he asked. Glenn told him to sit facing him, real close, so their cocks were touching. 'Now suck us together,' he said to me, and I looked down at those two rods, lying side by side, their heads touching, a real king-size mouthful of sex. Without any hesitation my mouth came down, my lips stretched wide as they closed around the two heads, bright and shining and throbbing with excitement. I was glad I have a big mouth. Those two cocks were plenty big and thick, and as I took them in, I pushed my tongue between them, tickling between and under the heads, and I thought they'd both shoot right then. I felt them shudder, and Stacy cried out, 'Jeez, I'm gonna come,' and Glenn told him to hold on, and wait. 'Let her suck some more,' he said. 'Hold off. Hold it back.' Stacy moaned, and I felt his rod stiffen, but he didn't shoot. They clung together, and Glenn put his arms around Stacy and kissed him. I could feel them writhing together above me as I sucked and licked both their cocks at the same time. It was the wildest sensation, and I almost had an orgasm myself. I moved my mouth up and down, taking as much of their maleness as I could in me. I remember wishing I could get both their pricks up my ass, but I figured that would be too much.
"Then Glenn said he wanted to fuck me, and pulled me up, pushing me over on my side. 'I'll take her in the ass now,' he said, 'and you can shoot in her mouth, Stacy.' Stacy lay back, his cock standing out, smooth, thick and throbbing. Glenn spat on his hand and wiped it over my anus, and then I felt the head of his prick push, slide in, and ram all the way home.
"I gasped and went down on Stacy, who must've been real ready. He jammed his cock all the way into my throat, and I heard him moan as it started spurting, filling my mouth with his load. Jeez, he must've been real horny, because he went on shooting until I thought he would never stop. I gulped and swallowed, tasting that wonderful salty flavor again. My ass was being pounded, and then Glenn pushed all the way in, holding it there, while his hands grabbed my tits, and squeezed them real hard, his fingers rubbing my nipples. I knew he was coming, and the thought triggered my own climax. I felt my insides twist and turn and my whole body seemed to float off on that wonderful sensation, from head to toe. We trembled together, and then Glenn relaxed, still holding me firmly to his sweating body. Stacy's prick had begun to soften, but I kept it in my mouth, licking it gently with my tongue and rubbing my lips over its length. Glenn pulled out slowly, and I sat up and looked down at them. I felt so good, from just looking at them-their skins covered with sweat, their muscles gleaming. Stacy bent over and kissed me. 'You're the best fuck ever,' he said softly, and Glenn laughed. 'She's good because I showed her how,' he said, kissing me himself and running his tongue over my neck and down over my boobs, taking my nipples between his teeth and nibbling them.
"I wished that night could go on forever. I loved my brothers, but I loved the way they fucked me even more. Each had his own particular appeal for me. Glenn was the gentle and tender one. Stacy was more virile, but not enough to ever hurt me. It was a combination of everything I could want in a fuck. What's that old story of keeping it in the family? Shit, I could have stayed that way, having those two fuck up a storm every night for the rest of my life. It was the best sex ever.
"We went on many nights after that time. I don't remember how many times, or how often, but it was a good scene. They enjoyed it, and I sure did, and still do. But then came that night when we were caught by pa.
"Glenn and Stacy and I had been at it real hot 'n' heavy and we all got to the point when it wasn't just now and then, but pretty regular. I don't know how often, maybe two or three times a week. It depended on how we all felt. I'd become so used to it that I could've fucked with them every night, but they didn't always want to. I guess they had to be in the right mood. Anyway, one night we were all in bed together, having a ball, when we heard a noise in the hall and a moment later my door banged open and pa stood there. The lights were out, of course, like they always were, but he could see we were all bare-ass on the bed and he knew damn well what we were doing.
"I'd been sucking on Stacy, Glenn had his cock up my ass, and we just froze. I could feel Glenn's prick going down so fast inside me, it was weird, and Stacy lost his hard on, too. I'll never forget how we just lay there, scared shitless, when pa walked in. He had on his pajama pants, and he had obviously been woken up. I guess I forgot to tell you that pa always slept real heavy. He worked hard during the day, and at night when he went to bed he just died. We could hear his snores all night long, which was why we'd gone ahead with so much fucking. We knew once he was asleep, he was out for the night. Something must've woken him that night, because he was there, large as life and twice as scary as he usually was. I didn't know what to do or say. I just closed my eyes and prayed this was all a horrible nightmare. But it wasn't.
"Pa walked over to the bed and turned on the light on the dresser. He stood there, staring at us, and I guess he didn't know what the hell to say. His face sure was a sight, though. Then he said, 'What the fuck's goin' on here?' And none of us answered. We were all too scared.
"I noticed that pa's eyes were locked on me, on my tits and my ass. I could feel him looking at me, and then he grinned. 'Whaddya know?' he said. 'We got a little fucker here.' Then he walked slowly over to the bed, staring at us.
"He put his hand down and touched my body. His fingers felt like red hot pokers on my skin, and I pulled away. He laughed, not just a little laugh. He put his head back and laughed like I'd never heard him before. Glenn and Stacy were staring up at him, and I could tell they had expected him to belt them both, just like I had. Instead, pa stood there, laughing fit to bust, and then suddenly, with a quick movement, he pulled the string on his pajamas and his pants fell to the floor. We all gasped, because pa's prick was half hard, and my eyes just about bugged out because it was bigger'n Glenn's or Stacy's, bigger'n any cock I'd ever dreamed of.
"He put his hand on my tits, and said, 'Okay, little girl, you put out for your brothers, you may as well put out for me.' Jeez, I honestly didn't know what to say. I just stared up at him, and I was so scared right then I almost shit.
"Glenn and Stacy looked at each other, and Glenn's eyes widened and he said, 'But, pa-' And before he could say anything more, pa had grabbed his dick and squeezed it real hard. 'Yeah, you had this up her ass, didn't you?' he said, and his voice was real soft and menacing like. 'Pretty good dick for a kid, I'd say.' He went on squeezing Glenn's cock, and then he laughed. 'Come on, I ain't gonna hurt you,' he said, and crawled on the bed with us. I thought the bed was gonna collapse under the four of us.
"Pa reached over and started licking my titties, and I watched as his cock got bigger, longer, thicker, until it was standing up real stiff, swaying between his legs. Pa hac always had a good build, and even though he wasn't smooth like Glenn or Stacy, he had good muscles, a real good body, and that cock of his was something else again. Glenn and Stacy had their eyes on it, too, and finally Glenn said, 'You ain't gonna shove that up Melissa, are you, pa?'
"He laughed. 'I ain't gonna finger-fuck her, that's for damn sure,' he said. 'Now you roll over and you'll really know what a good fuck's like. You two studs can watch.' Now I got scared again, real scared this time, and I tried to move over, but pa grabbed me. 'Come on, baby, you'll love it, every inch of it,' he said, taking his rod in his hand, and holding it up. 'See, he's all ready for you.' He pulled his skin back and I saw the lube oozing out of the wide slit at the end. 'Yes, sirree, he's all ready for a tight little ass-hole,' he said. His mouth came down and closed around one of my boobs, and I felt his tongue licking on my nipple, coaxing it back to hardness again and making my fear disappear as my excitement grew. 'Come on, feel him,' he said, taking my hand and putting it on his cock. As my fingers closed around it, I knew it was bigger than Glenn's or Stacy's by a long shot.
" 'Go on, squeeze him,' pa said. 'He won't bite you.' And almost automatically, my fingers started playing with it, pulling the skin back and forth over the end, and feeling it throb and jerk beneath my touch. He moaned and said how good that felt. His head came down, licking across my stomach, down to my snatch, and his tongue came out, feeling between my hairs and into my cunt. He made little grunting sounds and then raised up, grinning at Glenn and Stacy. 'You wanna see how to eat pussy?' he said roughly. 'I'll show you.' His hands probed my cunt, pulling it open, real wide. 'See there,' he said, and Glenn and Stacy's eyes almost popped out as they leaned forward. They were excited again, and I could see their cocks rising fast This was the first time we'd ever had the light on, and I realized it was their first real look at my snatch, even though they'd been sucking and finger-fucking me for a long time. 'Right in there,' said pa. 'That's where it counts. Stick your tongue in, all the way, and lick up a storm.' He sat up, looking at them. 'Go on, stud,' he said to Glenn. 'It's what you want, ain't it?' He grabbed Glenn's head and pushed it down between my legs. 'Suck her,' said pa. 'Suck her, you prick.' Glenn's mouth touched my mound and I felt his tongue push in, and pa laughed. 'Wowee!' he said, 'I never thought I'd see you eat pussy. Go, go.' Pa reached over and rolled me on my side. 'Okay, you're gonna git it now,' he said, and spat on his hand, smearing his cock and then ramming it between my ass cheeks. I felt the end hit my anus and I jumped. 'Come on, he ain't that big,' said pa, and his arms came round me, holding me tight against him and fondling my boobs at the same time. I was pretty hot myself by now, with Glenn sucking on my cunt, and Stacy over there, bug-eyed and jerking his cock as he watched, and pa behind me, his prick pushed hard against my ass-hole. 'Relax, baby,' he said, 'I'm gonna corn-hole you like you've never bin before.' I knew that for sure. He had the biggest prick I'd ever seen, or felt. And then a second later, the head entered me. I gasped, and gritted my teeth. 'Relax, relax,' he murmured in my ear, and then slowly I felt it all slide in, and I thought my insides were gonna bust.
It was like sitting on a telephone pole. Finally, it all slid home and he began pounding it in and out slowly. 'Feel good, Melissa?' he asked. 'Feel good up your ass?' I didn't answer and tried to relax myself so it wouldn't hurt so much. Pa took my hand and put it over on Stacy's cock. 'Come on, help him out,' he said. "Ol' Stacy needs a little attention.'
"I guess that was about the moment that all hell broke loose. Glenn and Stacy realized that pa was going to join in and anything could happen Glenn started jacking himself as he sucked my cunt, and I was jerking Stacy off, and pa was ramming that cock of his in and out, and the bed was creaking like it was about to bust in two. After the first shock of getting that thing up my butt, I kinda settled down, and, wow! it was the greatest. I guess there was more up there to give me more pleasure all through my insides. Whatever it was, I knew that I had never felt so good before, not even when Glenn was doing it to me. I felt pa's balls slapping against my ass every time he pushed in, and my insides were churning and twisting and it felt like one long climax all the time. Pa must've been pretty hot, too, because it wasn't long before he sank his teeth into my shoulder and his hands squeezed my tits so hard I almost cried out, and then his rod quivered in me, and I knew he was coming. He groaned real loud and trembled, and I could feel his wet warmth spurting inside me and oozing out my ass-hole as he pounded the last drops into me. Then he relaxed and lay back, gasping. 'That was the best fuck ever,' he said, and laughed. Glenn and Stacy had shot, and we all lay back, feeling wonderful.
"That was the first night with pa, but after that, there were many nights. With Glenn and Stacy, I enjoyed it, because it was something we all wanted to do. But with pa, it was every night, or almost every night, and he took it for granted that I was there for fucking. He didn't have the nice tender way that Glenn had. He was rough, and used to come in naked, with his cock all hard, and just roll me over and stick it in.
"The few times I told him I didn't want to, he would slap me and say I'd better shut up if I knew what was good for me, and he'd go at it like a stud. Sometimes Glenn and Stacy would be there, sometimes not. Pa would call them in when he felt like it. I think he liked them to watch, and he sometimes liked to play with them, rubbing their cocks until they almost shot, and then telling them to stick their pricks in me.
"I got tired of that. There was no more pleasure in it for me, and I figured that I'd better try and get out of it or I'd go crazy. The only way I thought it would work would be for me to get a boyfriend, and that's when I started going with this boy. I really liked him. He wasn't the kind who just wanted to lay me and let it go. He liked me to go out with him, and we'd talk and get to know each other. It was real nice, and for the first time I felt there was someone who cared about me. I mean, I knew Glenn and Stacy cared, but it was different with them. My boyfriend never tried to do anything I didn't want, and right then I didn't want sex. That came a little later, but at first, we just went out.
"I knew that I had better keep it a secret, because if I did get married, I wanted it to happen sudden like, and then I could get away from pa. I didn't hate him or anything, but I just wanted to get away. It seemed the normal thing to do.
"One weekend pa said he was going into Dallas, and he took Glenn and Stacy with him. Pa wanted to see about a job, and he figured he and the others could stay over at some friends of his. Anyway, they left and I was alone. Pa never even thought about maybe taking me, or anything. I didn't care. I was just happy to be away from him for a few days. I went out on the Saturday with my boyfriend, and after going to a movie, I told him I was alone and why didn't we come back to my house? I really didn't plan on us having any sex or anything, but it would be nice just to neck together somewhere other than in the car at the drive-in.
"Well, we were in the living room, kissing up a storm. It must've been about nine o'clock or so (we'd gone to an early show), and I was feeling real happy. I guess I was so wrapped up in thinking about him and maybe getting married someday, that I didn't hear the front door open. Pa came in, alone, and he stood there, staring at us on the couch. 'You little tramp!' he shouted. 'I know what you've bin up to.' And then he laid one on my boyfriend, knocked him down, and chased him out of the house. I was screaming and telling him to stop, but it was no use. I couldn't've explained to pa, because I realized he'd been drinking. I didn't even ask him where Glenn and Stacy were. He came back and slapped me real hard across the face.
"I fell down and he stood over me, shaking his fist in my face. 'You bin fucking with that stud!' he shouted. 'You know better'n that.' He grabbed me and tore my dress off. 'You gonna git it for real now,' he said. 'Up your snatch, like that other stud's bin getting it' I shouted, trying to tell him that wasn't so, but it wasn't any use. He tore my clothes off and slapped me down on the floor. He undid his fly and took out his prick. It was already half hard. 'Suck it!' he shouted. 'Take it, or I'll beat the shit out of you.' I was crying and trying to get away, but he kept slapping me, and finally he pushed my mouth against his prick. I felt it slipping and sliding across my lips, and finally I opened my mouth and took it. I hardly remember anything, I was so afraid, but I do recall thinking that if I sucked him off he'd be done, and before he got hard again maybe I could get out of the house.
"I grabbed his rod with my hands and held it firm, while my lips sucked the end. My tongue went like mad around the head, pushing under his skin, around the head, across the slit, giving him everything I knew how. He stood there, and slowly I felt him relax. His hands were on my head, playing with my hair as I did him. His cock was stiffer than ever before, hard as a rock, with the cord under it standing out, throbbing, and I knew any second it would start spurting and it would be over.
"I really went at it, harder'n I'd ever sucked a dick before. I could tell I was doing good, the way he moaned and pushed himself in and out, right deep into my throat, then holding it near my lips so my tongue could play around the end. Oh, he was loving it, and I prayed he got it over with soon. Lovely as my pa's dick is, I could never really enjoy it because of the violent way he went at it If he'd only once been gentle and loving, I could really have enjoyed it, because he had a wonderful prick, so large, thick, and beautiful. No thick veins or anything like that Just smooth, white, and lovely.
"I put one hand under his balls and started playing with him there, tickling him and moving up to his ass-hole, pressing hard. I knew this would help him come sooner. I felt his rod throbbing, and then he pulled it out quickly. I bent forward to grab it again. 'Oh, no, my girl!' he shouted. 'You ain't gonna git it that way.' And then he pushed me back and straddled me. Pa weighs a helluva lot, maybe two hundred, and I couldn't move. I just had to lie there, feeling his prick press between my legs, while his hands held me down. He pinned my arms to the floor, rose up, and slowly pushed the end of his prick into my mound. It went in, and I felt its enormous head pushing my cunt lips apart and probing inside. Then it stopped, and I could feel it trying to break through, burst my virginity. With a curse, he put all his weight on it, and I screamed as I felt a stab of pain and he sank in all the way.
"From then on it was a horrible nightmare. Pa had a big cock, like I said, and I'd never taken a man up my cunt before, and it must've been tight as hell. And he loved it. He moaned and pounded away, faster and faster, his head dropping down every now and then to kiss and bite my boobs, while his organ jammed in and out. The pain didn't feel so bad once he began fucking real good. I felt the wonderful ecstasy inside me like I'd never had before, the deep probing of his prick into my snatch, in, out, in, out, and then, with a loud cry, he pushed it all the way in and lay there, throbbing, and I could feel him spurting, load after load into me, deep inside, and I knew right then what would happen. I screamed out and he bit my shoulder real hard and slapped me across the face. I guess I must've blacked out for a while, 'coz when I came to, I was lying on the couch. Pa was sitting across from me on a chair, staring at me. His face was real scared. 'You wuz cherry,' he said. 'How come?' I told him I'd never done it like that before. 'So if you're knocked up?' he asked, and we both were silent, knowing this was what we were both afraid of. Right there I wished I did get pregnant so he'd get his ass in jail, and I told him so. 'If you do, I got something to take care of it,' he said, but the way he spoke, I knew he was lying. He was scared, plain shit-scared that he'd knocked me up.
"I asked him where Glenn and Stacy were. He said they'd stayed over in Dallas with his friends and would be back later. 'Don't you say a word to them or I'll bust you,' he warned me. I didn't. I decided just to wait.
"The next month I missed my period and I knew what had happened. I told pa, and he said to wait a few weeks to make sure. I missed my second period, and that's when pa got that stuff that made me so sick. Jeez, I never want to see another man again as long as I live. No way. Even the thought of Glenn or Stacy touching me makes me want to throw up now. And we had good times. But not anymore.
"I hope they throw my pa in jail for the rest of his life. I don't care what I did with my brothers. That was different. But with pa, it was never beautiful. It was always rough and nasty. I hate him so much I could puke now every time I think about him."
Dr. L-spent a considerable amount of time with Melissa. Her account was gleaned over a period of many sessions, and with each one, her confidence grew, recounting the most intimate details of her background and experiences with her brothers and her father.
It became obvious that the girl's preference for anal intercourse stemmed from her early training at the hands of her brother Glenn. But following her rape by her father, she had turned completely against sex in any form.
This, in itself, was a very unhealthy sign emotionally, and Dr. L-worked with the girl for many months, reviewing her situation and showing her that because of one bad episode she should not warp her outlook and chances for happiness in the future. Melissa's boyfriend was still very much interested in her, but the girl had found it impossible to pursue the relationship because of what had happened to her.
Slowly, under the doctor's sympathetic and practical guidance, she regained a more normal attitude toward male-female relationships. Away from her father and brothers, in the atmosphere of the foster home, Melissa grew, and began seeing her boyfriend again.
She got a job and settled down to a more adjusted life with better prospects and a happier future. Within a year following the episode with her father, Melissa was married and settled down happily-
She confessed to Dr. L, that she still enjoyed and practiced anal intercourse, but had grown to enjoy vaginal intromission more and more as the memory of her first experience faded. With the birth of her first child, Melissa came full cycle and her happiness as a wife and mother wiped out the bad moments she had gone through.
CHAPTER FOUR
THIRD AVENUE PICKUP
"Hell, if you don't wanna get knocked up, and the guy doesn't wanna use a rubber, what then? That's how I started this ass-fucking business. One night I had this guy who said he'd make it an extra fifty if he could fuck me in the ass. I wasn't gonna turn that down, virgin ass or not. To this day, I thank him, 'cause I got to dig it, really dig it. I'll never forget that night It started a whole new life for me. I'd bin screwed in my cunt ever since I was thirteen, and even that can get kinda old hat if you don't like the guy who's on top. But any guy can be behind me and it feels good, provided he's got a respectable size prick, that is.
"I was working down around Washington Square then, and this guy came up to me and started talking. I knew he wasn't one of the queers, although these days it's hard to tell. Anyway, he invited me for a drink at his place and I went along, figuring I'd get around to business after the first Scotch. He had a real groovy pad up on 33rd, one of those new apartment buildings, all steel and glass. Real elegant. He was a real good looker, too, around forty, I guess, maybe a little younger. Said his name was Larry. I'll never forget him. Hell, how could I? It's like the first guy I ever had fuck me in front. I'll never forget him, either. Well, Larry was the first one who screwed me in the ass.
"He got out a bottle and we sat down in this living room, which was plush as all get-out. Red carpet and drapes, a bar and stereo-the works. He came over after the first drink and tried something, so I told him to hold off a minute until we discussed price. He seemed real shook up when I told him. He thought I was out for a quick lay and that was all. I told him how the hell could I pay the rent? I said it'd be French for ten, fifteen an hour, twenty-five for the works. He said he'd like to inspect the merchandise first. I told him that'd be ten in advance. I'm wise, you see. I once stripped for a guy and he stood there and beat his meat and that was that.
"So Larry laid a ten-spot on the table, and I moved away across the room and took off my things. He lay back on the couch and watched. I remember he sucked in his breath as my bra and panties came off. I got a real good figure, and I know it. My tits aren't big, but they're a good mouthful, and my ass is slim and firm. There ain't an ounce of fat on me anywheres. Well, I stood there, posing, and I could see he was getting a hard on through his pants. 'You like?' I asked him, and he nodded. 'Okay, what'll it be?' I said, wanting to make sure he wasn't no weirdo. He said French would be fine, or would that be another ten-spot? I thought, with a pad like that, he could afford it, so I told him another ten would make me give him the best goddamn blow job he'd ever had. He hauled out the loot and threw it on the table and then undressed. It was my turn to suck my breath in then. He had a build that wouldn't quit. Broad shoulders, trim waist, nice chest, arms, and legs, and that dick of his, oh, wow ... it made my mouth water just to look at it. Long, smooth, with a big head on it. Just what I needed that night.
"He lay down. I came over and bent down, taking his tool in my hands, feeling him up to make sure he was full hard. He was, real hard, so I closed my mouth over it and went to town. He started groaning and said it was the best yet. I took his balls in my fingers and began playing with them. What a pair they were-round, big, and his sac didn't have much hair on it. He must've been part Indian or something, 'cause he was smooth as a baby's ass just about all over. Around his cock there was a little bush, just enough to make it look interesting, but not so much as to get in the way. I hate those hairy types. Shit, you've gotta go to the dentist for a haircut.
"Larry was great. I went on sucking him, letting that long, smooth cock slide all the way between my lips, over my tongue, and down into my throat. I'm real good at that stuff. I once took nine inches, all the way. Practice makes perfect, I always say, and I've sure sucked enough cock to know what to do with a hard on when I see one. Larry must've had about six or seven, just right to do a good job. I took the end, which was wide and flat (the way I like 'em) with a big slit at the end. I ran my tongue across that, and he started to go through the roof. That always gets 'em. My fingers were playing with his balls, rolling them around, and my nails scraping through the skin, while my mouth went up and down, up and down that lovely length. I could tell he wasn't gonna last too long, so I sucked real hard. I wanted to get it over with and get back to work. I aimed to turn at least five tricks a night in those days. He was moaning away, and then he lifted his hips, driving that thing deep into my throat. He cried out, 'I'm coming, I'm coming,' and he sure did, gobs and gobs of it spurting out of him. I could tell from the taste that he hadn't come in some time, which was fine. It meant he was enjoying it all the more if he hadn't had a piece of tail recently. Just to add to his pleasure, I quickly slid my finger into his ass-hole, pushing in and massaging his prostate there. I'm telling you, when I do a job, I really do it. Larry lay back, breathing like crazy, and his face and body were covered in sweat. He reached out and pulled my face to his and kissed me. What a kiss that was. Real sloppy, tongue against tongue, in and out the mouth, biting lips-the whole works. Finally, he let me go. I sat up and smiled at him. 'Good, huh?' I asked. He nodded, and his hand came out and touched my boobs. 'You got great tits,' he said. 'Come lie next to me.' I laughed and walked away. 'You got your money's worth, buster,' I said, starting to get dressed. He jumped off the couch and came over to me. 'I'll make it another fifty,' he said, 'if you spend the night and let me fuck you in the ass.' I stopped. I know my face must've shown how I felt. Fifty bucks is fifty bucks, and back then it meant even more than today. I'd never had it that way, but what the hell-maybe this guy was a queer after all. I didn't care. 'Okay,' I said. 'You can fuck me, but I ain't spending the night.' He was satisfied, and we rolled back on the couch together. I really started on him then, the old tongue job, top to toe.
"I figured he wouldn't get hard again for a while, so I'd give him my special treatment. After all, he was paying for it, so why not? And I really dug his body. I've always gone kinda ape over a good build. The other girls call me a body freak, and I guess it's true. Larry's body really turned me on. I lay down next to him, and started at his feet, licking his toes, his ankles, up the inside of his legs, almost up to his balls, but not quite, then down again, kissing, sucking, licking. He was kinda ticklish; he was twisting and moving, but he didn't tell me to quit. He loved every minute of it. Up and down the legs, first one, then the other, then finally, up again, right between his legs, pushing there. He lifted his ass, and I went in, past his balls, and felt my tongue touch his anus, which was twitching. I licked him around there, and he moaned. 'Kiss my ass, kiss it,' he said, and I did more than that. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could. Oh, wow, he got the treatment all right. His cock was getting hard again by this time, slowly rising off his leg and standing up, real straight. Not like some guys I've had who point due east or west on a hard. Larry's was straight as a ruler, and just as smooth and wide. He grabbed me and pulled me up to him, kissing me all over. My tits were in his mouth, and I felt his tongue across my nipples. Queer or not, he knew how to make love, that's for sure.
"He drew away and reached behind him in a table. From a drawer he took out a jar of vaseline. 'Here, put it on,' he told me. I took the jar and slapped his old whonker with enough grease to lubricate a Cadillac. 'Okay, now over,' he said, pushing me on my stomach.
"He climbed on, and I felt that greasy, slippery dick slide between my cheeks. I crossed my fingers and prayed. I knew some other girls who dug it that way, but they'd told me the first time is the worst. Well, Larry knew what the hell he was doing. He put the end against my anus, and held it there, real gentle, while his hands came round and played with my tits. His lips brushed across my shoulders and the back of my neck, and I felt so hot, I thought I'd have a climax myself right then. 'Relax, relax,' he told me, and I did. The next minute, his dick had slipped in, all the way, and he was pumping it in and out. I didn't know what was happening. His one hand came down into my snatch, and as his fingers pushed in I felt his rod stiffen; then he cried out. Maybe it was that, or his fingers, I don't know, but I came myself, my whole body tingling with that wonderful feeling. It was the greatest fuck I'd ever had. To hell with business, I figured. I stayed the night, and he fucked me twice after that and once in the morning before I left. He was so good I felt like giving him the fifty back, but I didn't, natch. After all, a girl must live."
Shirley Edelman (not her real name) was a woman in her early thirties, living in a large three-storied house in Greenwich Village in New York City. She had come from a poor family on the East Side, and from an early age found out the possibilities of profit from prostitution. As a thirteen-year-old, constantly on the streets, she was indoctrinated into the mechanics of sex by several boys. She became known as "Two-Bit Shirley" after she established the practice of fellating any boy for a quarter. Although many of the boys wanted to experience more, Shirley had an inborn fear of pregnancy that stemmed from her own mother's large family. She remembered too many times how her mother used to scream at her father, blaming his sexual aggressiveness for their poverty. After her seventh child, Mrs. Edelman died in childbirth. This proved a traumatic memory for Shirley, who was eleven at the time.
As she entered puberty and experienced her own growing sexuality, she learned from other girls in the neighborhood how sex could be enjoyed without fear of pregnancy.
Shirley began experimenting in the alleys, and found that boys were only too willing to show her what they had to offer, both physically and financially. She became more than adept at fellatio and manual masturbation, and had quite a following of teenagers who were eager to improve their own experience.
One evening Shirley was attacked by three boys and raped in an alley. Fortunately, no pregnancy resulted, but Shirley had finally graduated to vaginal intercourse and found it more than enjoyable. She took to more ambitious prostitution, not only with the young men in her neighborhood, but moving up to 42nd Street and Broadway. She left home and moved in with two other prostitutes who had a large apartment on West 8th Street. They operated together and managed to make more than a meager income, moving eventually to a larger house on 14th Street.
As the years passed, and Shirley became thoroughly immersed in the economic and social intricacies of her profession, she began to realize that while a good whore could command a good fee, it was always the pimp and the madam in a whorehouse who came out ahead. She embarked on a strict savings plan, intending to secure a property and run her own stable of girls. Through one of her wealthier regular customers, Shirley managed to secure a run-down three-storied warehouse in Greenwich Village. Over a period of time, she was able to restore the place and divide it into several small apartments, which she rented out to girls in return for a cut of their takings.
Shirley herself had by this time cut down on her own activity as a prostitute. For her own personal pleasure, she indulged in anal intercourse, having been indoctrinated by one of her customers who preferred it that way. For her, it combined the most appealing erotic enjoyment without any fear of possible pregnancy.
By the time Shirley was thirty, she had begun drinking quite heavily. Her attention to business matters became sloppy and her control of the girls in her house was lax. Normally, she kept a strict hand on what went on in order to avoid any possible trouble with the authorities. However, one night there was a fight in one of the rooms, and a girl was stabbed. The police were called, and Shirley found herself experiencing a major setback in her plans. Although no formal charges were proffered, she was aware that her house was known and that it would only be a matter of time before the law clamped down completely.
About this time, Shirley was approached by a crime reporter on one of the top New York newspapers. He was working on a book dealing with the sex habits of the poor classes in urban areas. Shirley, who was always willing to do anything for money, readily agreed to tell her story. After hearing a brief outline of her background, upbringing, and way of life, the reporter realized that she was an ideal subject for his research. He was particularly intrigued when he was told about her preference for anal intercourse, having discovered that many of the poorer classes, both urban and rural, indulged in this type of sex often out of nothing more than sheer animalism, sometimes out of the fear of pregnancy.
Over a period of many interviews, Shirley related her story. She had taken a liking to the reporter, and held nothing back, relating her experiences and reactions in her own way.
"You wanna know how a girl gets into the whoring racket? Easy. Money. You know the first thing I remember about my home life? I remember my pa walking naked into my ma's room and saying, 'Okay, let's fuck.' And my older brothers standing at the door and watching. Hell, in our house anything went. Nobody cared. My old man would screw my mother anytime he felt like it. When I was young, real young, I thought he was hurting her. Later, I realized what the hell was happening. But it still wasn't any picnic for me. I had my brothers who were always feeling me up and saying dirty things about girls. The whole damn house seemed to revolve around sex. It was all my father did when he was home, and it was all everyone seemed to talk about.
"My oldest brother, Carl, was about twelve when he came into my room one night and told me to play with his cock. I didn't know why. It just seemed like fun at the time. He said it felt good, and that was the first real time I had my hands on one. I remember I thought it felt funny, all hard and jumping when I squeezed it. Carl wasn't circumcised, and I pulled his skin back and saw that red head stick out. He told me it was a lollipop and to suck it. I guess I must've known better then, and I was too young for him to force it. I just played with it until he shot off and came all over my hands. He moaned and said it felt real good, but I started crying, thinking I had hurt him. It wasn't a good scene, and he didn't try it again. I think I was only about nine or so then.
"I don't think I was ever really happy at home. Mother was too busy having babies and being screwed by my pa, and they told me to go outside and play most of the time. Outside was a crummy street with garbage everywhere, rats running around, and a bunch of kids who were as rough as they come. I had a few close friends, girls up the block, and we'd play hopscotch and stuff like that, and stand and watch whatever happened up and down the block. There was usually a fight every day, or someone's wife being thrown out, or beat up. Real classy neighborhood, I'm telling you. The only thing I really learned was the value of money. Without it, you're a dead duck. With it, you can call the shots, no matter what. I decided real young to try and have lots of money when I grew up, so I could live in a decent place, buy decent clothes, and do what I wanted to.
"There was a girl I knew, Flora, who lived two doors up. Flora was about six years older'n me. She'd been whoring since she was twelve, and one day she gave me a real talk. She said if I wanted to, I could make myself a few bucks by sucking off the kids. That was how she started. I was about twelve, I guess. I remembered how my older brother had tried to make me do that once. I asked
Flora what it was like. She laughed and said, 'Just like an all-day sucker, doll, with a special flavor all its own.' She said she'd bring around a guy one day and I could try it. I didn't want her to do that in my house, because pa might come home, or my brothers, so she said I could come over to her place one afternoon. I said okay, and about a week later Flora stopped by and took me over to her apartment. She had this young guy there, Stan, who was about nineteen. 'Stan wants a little action,' she said. 'I told him you'd like to try. He knows it's your first time, so don't be scared.' Stan was real nice, not rough like most of the boys on the block. He told me he liked young girls to suck him off. He lay down on the couch, and Flora unzipped his pants and took out his prick. It was kinda small, and she played with it and got it hard.
"I sat there, watching, wondering how it was that a guy's cock could be so small soft, and then get so big when it was hard. Stan's was thick and stubby, and he was circumcised. His head was wide and flat and had a big slit across the end. 'Okay, get with it,' said Flora, moving off the couch. I sat down, carefully bent down, and started sucking on Stan's cock. 'Don't be afraid of it,' said Flora, 'Go down all the way. Let it go into your throat.' I did, and almost gagged. Flora sat there, and gave me a first lesson in cocksucking. She showed me how to close my lips around the end, lick the slit with my tongue, and then lower my mouth down, keeping it tight around the shaft, until it was all the way in, then kinda chomp on it awhile, and then lift up and down. Stan just lay back and had a ball. He kept staring at me, but he didn't try to touch me or kiss me or anything. All he wanted was to watch me suck his prick. 'You can tell when he's gonna come,' Flora explained. 'It'll get real hard and a little thicker and start throbbing. Don't stop then, whatever you do. Keep going, harder and quicker, and when he shoots, swallow it.' I asked her what it tasted like and she told me to find out. 'It's fine,' she said. 'Best taste in the world.'
"I wasn't sure how I'd be when Stan did finally shoot, but I sure did find out. He had begun groaning and humping his hips, pushing his cock into my mouth as far as it would go. I had to hold on to it with my hand to stop him from choking me. Then I felt it quiver, and my mouth filled with his come. The first thing I thought was that it tasted salty, but I was really too busy swallowing and not getting swamped with all that jism that came shooting out into me. Wow, that kid must've shot his whole guts out that day. I lifted off and watched his prick as it slowly got soft and wrinkled up into his hair again. Okay?' I asked him, and looked at Flora, because I knew she would tell me if I had done right. Stan smiled and nodded. Flora laughed. 'Did you like it?' she asked me, and I told her it was all right. I really at that time hadn't developed a liking for it as I did later. She turned to Stan and asked him if he wanted to go again, and he said he didn't. 'Okay, kid,' Flora said to me. 'You run on home. I'll talk to you later.' She walked me to the door and gave me a quarter, and I went home. I only found out a long time after that the dirty bitch had got three bucks from Stan and had only given me a quarter, and I did all the work.
"Yeah, Flora taught me how to suck cock that day, and later, remembering how she had kept the money, she taught me never to trust a whore. Including me, baby. I'll screw anyone for a buck, let me clue you right now. It's screw or be screwed, and that's the way it was in the neighborhood I grew up in.
"Well, after that day, I figured I'd make a little loot on my own. A day or so afterwards, I was standing outside our apartment, and two boys came by. I'd seen one of them before. Mike was his name, a real husky kid, and the way he filled his pants was something else again. I had always liked him. They stopped and talked. Mike introduced his friend, Eliot, and we sat on the trash cans behind the building and talked. Eliot was kinda nice, and he kept saying how pretty I was and how much he'd like to get in my pants. Mike told him to quit that kinda talk, but I think they both wanted to screw real bad, because Mike finally reached over and touched my leg. I told him to lay off, and then, I don't know how I got the courage, I told him that if they liked I'd suck them off for a quarter each. 'In advance,' I said. They looked at each other and grinned. Mike reached into his pants pocket and took out the money. 'Where?' he asked. 'Your place,' I said. He told me his ma was home, but maybe we could go behind some packing cases further up the alley. We walked up there, and I noticed that Eliot had already started getting hard. His pants were sticking out in front.
"We found five or six large empty packing cases behind the furniture store. One was big enough to crawl into. The guys went in, and I followed. By the time I was there, they had their pants unzipped and their cocks out.
"I was holding onto the fifty-cent piece Mike had given me, and with my other hand I took Eliot's cock while I lowered my mouth over Mike's. They sat back and watched while I sucked Mike, running my tongue up and down his length. He had a real long cock, with lots of skin that came right over the end, even when it was hard. I nibbled with my teeth, pulling the skin back and exposing the head to my lips. He put his hands on my head and held it down. 'Great, baby, great,' he said. 'Suck it good.' He must've been real horny that day, because it didn't take long. I soon felt it start to jerk and jump and he pushed up so it hit the back of my throat, and then I felt it spurt, and I got that taste again as I swallowed great gobs of his come. As soon as he finished, I lifted off and went right down on Eliot, who was hard as a board. He had a little smaller dick than Mike, and he was circumcised. I sucked him, also rubbing the bottom of his prick with my hand and playing with his balls. In a few minutes, he had shot off and I sat back, wiped my mouth, and smiled at them. 'Okay?' I asked, because I still wasn't sure if I was doing it the way I should. They both said it was great and they'd come by tomorrow again. I told them okay, then crawled back out of the packing case into the alley.
"I ran back home and put the fifty cents in a box I kept at the back of a closet. By the end of that week, I had three dollars in the box. I felt I was on my way to making myself a million dollars. I naturally didn't get any allowance. My father did good if he made enough to keep food on the table and rent paid, so I figured anything I made myself I would keep and stash away for things I wanted.
"Mike and Eliot came by the next day again, and we went back down the alley. The packing cases were still there, and we crawled inside. I did Mike first, and then he left and I did Eliot. By the time I had finished him, Mike was back with another friend of his. He asked me if I'd do him, too. Of course, I did. Hell, by this time I knew it was an easy way to make myself some cash, and I was beginning to enjoy it. I had started comparing cocks in my own mind, knowing which kind I liked best, and how I liked to do it. Mike was my favorite. He had the biggest and longest cock, with lots of skin. By the time a few weeks had passed, I used to look forward to seeing him and getting that lovely piece of meat between my lips. The best afternoon we ever had was when we went back to his place. He said his parents would be gone, and we'd be alone.
"I got in there with him, and we both got undressed and crawled up on the bed. I didn't just suck him that day. I licked his whole body, and ran my fingers over his skin. He was real well built, with lots of muscle and a smooth chest. He wanted to fuck me, but I told him I wouldn't do that. I'd suck him off, but that's all. He did go down on me, though, and that was the first time I'd had it done to me. I'll never forget how he crawled down between my legs, and his head came down, kissing my twat. I'd never felt anything so good. His mouth closed over my mound, and his tongue pushed in, licking my flesh and searching for my clit. When he hit that, I thought I'd go through the roof. He lay there, licking and sucking me and rubbing his hands over my tits, which weren't very big then, but big enough to make me feel good, and give him lots of extra thrills. I looked down between his legs, and his cock was jerking and throbbing by itself. I wanted to eat it so bad, so I swung around, and we got in a sixty-nine position and lay there, sucking on each other. His prick was harder than ever before, and when my mouth closed around it, he twisted and pushed it in and out real fast. I felt his tongue going to town on my twat, and we rolled together, the sweat pouring off our bodies, until finally he gave a big moan, and I felt him shoot. Oh, that was the best time I'd ever had with him till then. He pulled me up to him and kissed me on the lips. He had never done that before, and I thrilled at his lips touching mine and his tongue pushing into my mouth. We lay there and necked up a storm, his hands running over my body and feeling me up. After a while his prick started getting hard again, and he wanted to put it in me. 'Come on, let me fuck you,' he whispered, and I told him no. 'I'll suck you again, but no fucking,' I said.
"He said that was okay, but couldn't he just put it by my cunt lips. He promised he wouldn't push it in, just let it sit there. I figured that might be fun, so I lay back and spread my legs. Mike got up and lay on top of me, holding himself up on his arms and knees, and slowly lowered his prick till the end of it was touching me there. It felt like an electric shock, and he let it rub across the front, tickling my skin. He really dug watching it. I did, too, and it fell good. He pushed it in just about an inch, so the head was in out of sight, and the rest of his cock sticking out. I guess the head was rubbing my clitoris, because I felt the most wonderful feeling-like when he had been sucking on me. He started moving it, not in and out, just around, rotating his hips. 'Hey, that's great,' he said. 'Lookit, lookit.' We watched as he moved his body so his prick was rubbing around in my cunt lips. I liked it, but I guess I got scared that he'd push it all the way in, so I scooted back so it came out and lay between my legs. 'Okay, that's enough,' I said. He came forward, straddling me, and pushed it into my mouth. "Suck,' he said, and I didn't need telling twice. I went at it, licking and sliding down his shaft to his balls. This was the first time we'd been naked together and it was really the only chance I'd had to suck on his balls. He liked that, and I played with his crotch, jerking his cock while my mouth took his balls one at a time, rolling them round and tonguing them. I really dug that. Mike had large balls, and they felt good in my hand. The extra excitement must've made him hornier than ever, because it wasn't long before he started groaning and jammed his tool way in and shot once more. This time, he left it in my mouth after he came, and I sucked it gently.
"He told me to take it easy, and that's when I learned how sensitive a guy's prick can be after shooting. Mike told me right after his orgasm he could hardly stand being touched there, so I just held it in my mouth and very slowly licked across the end with my tongue, just enough to let him feel it, but not hard enough to make him jump. After a while, he pulled it out and sat back. I stared at his meat lying across his leg. The skin had come back over the head, and it looked beautiful, so long, thick, and smooth, no veins on it like Eliot's had. Of all the cocks I had, Mike's was the best ever. I often think about that guy and wonder what happened to him. He moved away about a year after I'd first sucked him off, and I never saw him again.
"All this activity with the guys in the neighborhood must've established me as the leading contender for the cocksucking crown. All I know is that I suddenly became the most sought after kid around. At least by the boys. And those quarters were coming in fast and furious. My record was twelve guys one afternoon. Jeez, by the time I got home I felt I'd bust from all the come I'd swallowed. I felt a little sick, but when I put those quarters in my private bank, I felt good again. Hell, I was making money like crazy.
"Obviously gals like Flora didn't dig my rates, though. Remember she got three bucks and only gave me a quarter? She came to me and said she'd heard I was giving the best blow jobs in town, and for only a quarter. I told her so what? She got mad and said I was ruining her business, as some of the young guys she had were coming to me. It was a helluva situation, and I just laughed it off. But Flora was a real bitch. She set up three guys to come to me, but made sure they got more than just a blow job. This was the day I got fucked for the first time. I really wasn't fucked. I was raped, and good and plenty, too. I'll never forget it.
"I'd been waiting on the street in the afternoon, and these three came up to me. They said Mike had sent them, and how about it? They flashed their money, so we went around into the alley. They said they figured this was too public, and why not in a deserted store around the corner? I said okay, and they led the way about two blocks, then went around the back and into this old warehouse. It was empty and completely private and over against the wall was a beat-up couch just about falling apart, but at least it was something to sit on. I told them to come over there, but before I got there, one of them grabbed me and tried to kiss me. I told him to lay off and pulled away, and then the other two held me by the arms.
" 'You're really gonna git it now,' the first one said, and he came forward, his hand down low, reaching under my dress for my snatch. I screamed, and then a hand was clamped over my mouth and I felt the guy in front pulling down my panties. I stared and saw him take out his prick and start playing with it. It was kinda big, and normally I'd have been happy to go down on him. But I could tell now what they had in mind. I struggled and kicked and got away from the one who was holding me and belted the other one across the face. They cussed me and made a grab, and this time all three of them carried me, kicking like crazy, over to the couch and threw me down. 'You better shut up, or you'll get beat up,' said one, and I could tell from his voice he meant business. He walked forward with his cock sticking out. 'Suck,' he said. 'Get it hard.' I was real scared by this time, so I took it in my hands and licked the end, trying to take it, but I was shaking and trembling so much I just couldn't. I started crying then, figuring that would make them stop. I remember someone saying once no guy'll fuck a broad if she's crying. Whoever said that's a goddamn liar.
"Those three meant business. They slapped me hard. 'Quit that bawling!' one of them shouted. 'You're gonna git fucked.' They all went at it then, tearing my clothes off until I was bare-ass naked on that couch. They took off their pants, and by this time they were all hard. Two held me down while the third climbed on, kissing me all over, licking my crotch and pawing me, squeezing my tits real hard until I cried out. Then I felt the end of the first cock go into me, pushing between my cunt lips and pressing in. It stopped a moment, and then he jammed it in, all the way. I felt something go inside me and a searing pain racked my groin. I screamed out, and then he was pounding it in and out, his balls slapping against my skin every time he rammed home. One of the guys straddled me, sitting on my stomach, and pushed his cock into my mouth. 'Suck, bitch,' he said, and I was forced to suck him at the same time the other one was raping me real hard and violent. I thought for a moment: Maybe I'll faint or something. But I didn't. I was helpless, and they were going to do their worst. Hell, if they'd only been a little easier, but they wanted to do it and get it over with. I felt the prick in my snatch, big and wide and throbbing like mad every time it went in-and then he must've come, because he pulled out and the other guy took his place. His prick was bigger. I could feel the difference, and his movements were slower, more like pushing it in real easy, like he was enjoying it. By this time, the pleasure took over, and I didn't feel the pain anymore, just the ecstasy that flooded through me every time that cock went in and twisted around inside me and then slid out again. The third one's cock was jamming in and out of my mouth and I was licking it as best I could. Hell, I couldn't really do much. I was too scared. I was too uncomfortable, too, and above all, I was mad. I'd always thought one day I would let a guy do it, but he'd have to be someone special, someone I really dug, a good-looking, clean-cut guy that I felt something for. Instead, I got these three studs who couldn't care about anything except getting their rocks off. Well, those are the breaks when you come from a neighborhood like I did.
"The first one who'd fucked me was standing back, and then he must've looked down and seen the blood, because he said, 'Jeez, she's cherry.' The others didn't pay him any attention. They were too busy fucking, one in my mouth, the other up my cunt. They went on, pounding away, until finally I tasted come in my mouth and I knew he was over. He pulled out as soon as he'd finished shooting, and stood back, watching the other one, who was almost there. He lay down, grabbing me and holding me real tight, while his hips jammed his cock in and out, faster and faster, and then he gave a loud shout and I could feel his rod throb as it discharged into me.
"Then he got up and they all stared down at the red stain around my cunt, and the blood on the couch. They looked at each other, and then the first one said to me, 'How come you were cherry?' All of a sudden, my anger spilled out, and I screamed at them. 'You bunch of mother-fuckers! I was because I was, and that's why.' They looked real sorry then, and one said, 'Well, you suck for a quarter.' I told him. 'So what?' I went over and got my clothes and told them to get the hell out before I called the cops, and they beat it real fast. I got dressed and went home and took a hot bath, put on some other clothes, and went over to see a girl friend. Not Flora, someone else who I knew could tell me what to do. I didn't want to get knocked up. She gave me a hot douche and told me to let her know if I didn't have my period. I prayed a helluva lot those next weeks, and then I came on, and I was never so thankful in my life.
"Well, after that I just went at it every way. I figured as I'd lost my cherry, what the hell. ... So I began some real steady fucking. I made sure the guys wore a rubber or else made sure they didn't shoot in me. I did all right, and let me tell you, not once with all the guys I took on did I get pregnant. Pretty good going, I'd say, especially being as young as I was.
"Every week I'd add up my savings, which I still kept secret. I decided I'd better put it somewhere safe, so I took it all one day to the bank and opened an account. Back then I was real careful about my money. These past ten years I've gotten kinda careless, but then, I figure, if I want a bottle, I'll get it. I didn't used to drink back then. What the hell-life is for living, I say.
"Anyway, like I told you before, I had this guy one night who wanted to screw me in the ass. It went off okay, and next day, laying in bed and thinking about it, I realized I dug it. I mean, really liked it. Maybe it was because everyone else wanted my pussy, and I'd got tired of that scene. There's not that much excitement in it when you get two or three guys a night plugging away. They hump and grunt and that's that. It's a job. But to get it in the ass, that "was something new and different, and it felt great. With that dick up there, it made me feel just as good, maybe better, than up my snatch.
"Lots of my girl friends had told me about having it that way, but I never knew how good it was till I tried it. After that, I reserved that for special guys, or one special one that I started going with. His name was Al. He was a truck driver, big and beefy, but not fat, you understand. I really dug him the most. He had a great cock, too, long and thick. I really went to town on that piece of meat.
"He knew I was a whore, but this didn't faze him one bit. He liked to fuck asses, he told me, and what I did with the rest of the equipment he couldn't care less. Al met me one night in a bar in the Village. This was before I'd opened my house there. I was living up on 14th, I think, in a nice little apartment. Al'd come up whenever he was in town, which was about once or twice a month, sometimes more often, depending on what runs he had.
"That first night, I figured him for a trick, and before we left the bar I made it clear that there'd be some bread involved. He laughed and told me when I saw what he had to offer, I'd be paying him. I told him I'd heard that from just about every guy I'd shacked up with. Why is it every guy thinks his cock is the greatest? Anyway, Al came back with me that night and we rolled into bed. He'd told me what he wanted, and I told him how much it'd be, and he said fine. So he started, and would you believe he just made love to me for about an hour before he even touched my twat or made any move like that? He was so gosh-darned sweet and gentle, I nearly went out of my mind. He put his mouth on mine and his tongue touched my lips. It was fire. Now I know. I've been to bed with so many guys, I have a rating system, and when I start twitching, I know a guy's got something. I mean, like most whores, I can make like I'm being turned on, especially when a guy's got a small dick and thinks he's hurting you. Oh, wow, you'd bust a gut if you knew the number of times I've moaned and screamed and carried on like it was the biggest thing I'd ever had up my cunt. Those with small dongs usually come fast, too, which is good. There's nothing worse than a small dick poking around inside. I like 'em big, so you can tell you've been fucked, really fucked, I mean.
"Well, Al went on making love, just kissing, sucking my lips, and sliding his tongue over my face and neck, saying how lovely I was and all that shit. It was great, and then I started getting so hot myself I wanted him. Maybe this was his system, I don't know. He sure got me wanting that dick more than any guy I'd ever had before. But he held back, telling me to hold my horses. We had all night, he said; as far as I was concerned, he had about another hour before I'd up my price. But by the time he was through, I forgot even what I'd said it would be. He was so great in bed. Finally he let me touch his whonker, and by this time it had been hard for long enough. It was almost ready to burst, and it felt like it. A big thick rod, lots of skin, and a big flat head that just about fit in my mouth. It felt so good when I finally closed my lips around it, I almost came myself just from the excitement.
"He lay back and let me suck, up and down that shaft of his, down to his balls, taking each one in my mouth and rolling it around while my fingers played with his rod. It was the greatest ever, and he loved every minute of it, too. He lifted his butt slightly and let my tongue creep under his sac and between his ass cheeks. 'Suck it, suck it,' he whispered and I knew what he wanted. I pushed under, pulling his ass cheeks apart with my hands, so my mouth could reach his hole. My tongue touched his anus and pushed in, and he groaned. "That's it, that's it, kiss my ass,' he said, and I went at it, licking and pushing in with my tongue while my hand played with his cock, rubbing that skin up and down. I could tell from his firmness that he was about to come, and I didn't want him to shoot in my hand. I wanted that come pouring down my throat, so I slid back round to the front and took it once more in my mouth. He pulled me off. 'I'm gonna come,' he said, 'and I want to come in your ass.' Nothing could have pleased me more, and my ass twitched at the thought of him shoving that big dick all the way in..
"I lay on my side and lifted one leg over his body. He pushed his dick between my thighs, past my snatch, and through to my ass-hole. I lifted it up and pushed down, feeling that gorgeous big flat head press against my anus. It was slippery from my saliva and his lube that was oozing out of the end, and it had no trouble probing my flesh.
"As it pushed my ass-hole open and slid in, I gave a groan, not because of his size or anything, but just because of the sheer ecstasy that flooded through me at that instant. His long lovemaking had lifted me to a peak of anticipation, I guess. I know I was ready for it, my cunt was churning, and I felt I'd have an orgasm any moment. Slowly he slid that rod into me, deeper and deeper, and I felt it ram home right up inside my belly somewhere, and that's what did it. I felt myself convulse and shudder and my cunt flowed with my warm wet juices and I cried out and grabbed him, my nails tearing into his flesh and my mouth searching for his as my body trembled with my climax. I think it was the best goddamn climax I'd ever had, and it really meant something to me at that moment.
"It really surprised him, he told me later. He figured I wouldn't get there till much later, as he was playing with my twat or something like that. But with just his prick up an ass making a gal blow was something he had never experienced with a woman before. He told me most broads he'd fucked that way had done it because he wanted it, not because they enjoyed it. It was obvious to him I was loving every minute of it, and every inch of his cock. That really made him feel good, he told me. He showed it, too, because as soon as I had had my orgasm, he began pounding his prick in and out, not violently, but with smooth, easy, regular thrusts that felt wonderful.
"We were facing each other, and he began kissing me as he fucked me, and his tongue slid over my face and neck, down to my breasts, and he took them in his mouth. I felt his teeth close around my nipples, first one, then the other; his teeth ground back and forth, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to send shivers of delight through me, making my sphincter contract and tighten around his cock as it slid in and out. My tits felt like they were on fire, and his mouth only added to the feeling. 'Suck me, suck me!' I cried out. 'Bite 'em, bite 'em!' His mouth closed over the ends, and his tongue went wild, flicking across my nipples, hard as marbles, and his teeth sank in. Jeez, I thought I was going to pop my cork right then. It was like nothing I'd ever had before from any man.
"He reached down with his hand and pushed his fingers between my cunt lips, opening them and probing inside. I felt his two fingers close around my clitoris and start tweaking it, playing with it, and then he pushed deeper. 'More, more!' I told him, and he pushed three fingers in. Hell, he could probably have gotten his whole hand inside the way I felt that night. He knew what to do. His fingers spread my flesh, flicking around my clit and probing through the soft juicy folds, giving me more and more pleasure to blend with the ecstasy his cock was giving me up my ass.
"That first night with Al really made me realize how much I preferred ass-fucking to anything else, except maybe cocksucking. Maybe it's the old story of not mixing business with pleasure. My cunt was my business, and had made me a lot of loot. My ass was my pleasure, and though sometimes it became business, it was mainly for my own satisfaction. There was more for me in having a good piece of meat sliding in and out of my ass-hole. My one gal friend said it could have something to do with the way I'm built inside, or something like that. I don't know.
"That night Al pounded away, slowly, regular like, and each time he slid in, it felt like ten thousand little fingers grabbing at my insides, each one feeling better than the other, sending shivers and chills through me. His tongue sliding over my skin, over my neck, my cheeks, and closing around my lips, his mouth sucking, licking . ... Hell, it's hard for me to really tell you how wonderful it all felt. His hand was up my snatch, his cock up my ass, and I was almost up the wall with the way I felt. I knew I was going to come again soon, and I wanted to make it happen the same time he did. He couldn't hold off much longer, I felt sure. He'd had his rod in me long enough already, and it was flexing, throbbing, and I could feel it get harder and thicker and I felt any minute he'd shoot his load into me.
"I was moaning and calling out his name, and then I felt his hands stiffen. One gripped me around the ass real hard, his fingers digging into my flesh, while the other one pushed even deeper into my cunt. I knew this was it. He was going to come. I opened my mouth and our tongues tangled between our lips as he pressed against me, and then I felt his balls slap hard against my ass as he rammed home, real hard, and held his cock there. My ass-hole could feel the cord at the back of his prick flexing, and inside I felt the warm rush of his come as he shot into me, on and on, load after load. My own insides quivered, and I had another orgasm myself, with my whole body shaking and trembling from the excitement. From his throat I heard little animal grunts and moans, and then it was over, and we clung together. I felt the sweat stream down our skins, dripping off our bodies onto the sheet. He looked down at me and grinned. 'Pretty good fucking, huh?' he said, and I nodded. 'Best ever,' I replied, and I meant it. Slowly his prick softened and slipped out of my ass. I lay down next to him, and we lit cigarettes. As we smoked, his hands trailed over my body, touching me everywhere, tickling my tits, rubbing my nipples, and then sliding down into my cunt. He let his fingers push in, gently touching and probing me. Oh, it was heaven, absolute fucking heaven. I hadn't had a night like that in years.
"Al stayed with me all that night, and next morning he took me in his arms again and we started all over. He never left for three days, and every time we did it, it was better 'n' better. He had lots of tricks, too. Ever hear of the scarf bit? That was a dilly. He knew what I liked, and he was hung up on ass-holes anyway, so he told me about something that would make him feel better when he came. He told me to get a silk scarf. I had a whole drawer full. I asked him what color? He laughed and said, 'Any color.' I handed it over and he knotted it in small knots, every two or three inches along. When he'd finished, it had a piece at one end without knots, and the rest of it had these small knots in it. 'Now, watch,' he said. 'I'll show you, so you can do it next time.' He lay back, his legs in the air, greased his ass with vaseline, and then pushed the knotted scarf up, a knot at a time, until it was all up there with just the plain piece hanging out. 'What's it feel like?' I asked him, and he laughed. 'like I gotta take a healthy crap,' he said. 'But good, baby.' Then he pushed me over and started making love to me. He sucked on my ass-hole till I thought I'd come from the way I felt. His tongue was as thick and good as his prick, and he loved to lick me, starting at my pussy and sliding round to my ass-hole, then pushing in with his tongue while his finger went into my cunt and did its work there. He worked me up to such a point that I was gasping and crying out, 'Fuck my ass, fuck it.' He lifted up, and moved his hips forward. I felt his prick touch my anus and I shivered. I knew what was coming and I wanted it, every inch of that rock-hard fucking cock up inside me, making me feel good again. He stopped, and took my hand, placing it under his ass. I could feel the end of the scarf hanging out of him. 'Now, when I tell you, pull it out,' he said. 'But be sure and pull it out slowly', not quickly. I don't want my ass-hole ripped. Understand?' T don't get it,' I said. 'Listen, it works, that's all,' he said. 'It makes me just about blow my mind.'
"Only later did he explain all the technical jazz about the knots massaging his prostate as they were pulled out. At that moment, I just did what he said, and let it go. I'd had some weirdos who wanted all sorts of shit when they came, like a soft banana up their ass, or a wiener, or whatever. You get 'em all in my business, and you gotta be ready for anything.
"So Al pushed his cock in, and I felt it slide in and began moving my ass, twitching my hole and gripping his flesh as it entered me. In my mind I pictured that wonderful big dick, with all its smooth skin sliding back off that flat head, entering me, going in deep into me and sending me into another world.
"He started pumping, like he always did, slowly, regularly, holding it all the way in for a few seconds before pulling back out. His hands went to my tits this time; he took one in each hand, gripping them and letting his thumbs caress my nipples back and forth. Oh, wow, what sensations! His cock started in faster, and I felt from the way it flexed as it went in, and the way his hands grabbed my tits harder, that he was approaching his climax. He began moaning, 'Good fucking, good fucking'; and then he cried out, 'Pull the scarf, baby, pull it out easy.'
"I jerked and felt the first knot slip out of his ass-hole, and then with one long slow pull, I got the rest out, and he really screamed out then, and his cock literally jumped inside me, spurting his load, quickly, violently, and his entire body trembled and shook like never before. Then he pulled out and lay beside me, groaning loudly. 'Oh, baby, oh, baby, that was it, that was it.' I thought maybe he was hurting or something, and asked him, but then he quieted down, and smiled. 'Hurt?' he asked. 'Hell, no. It was just too good to bear.' That's when he told me how it felt with the knots passing over his prostate gland as he was coming, and adding to the feeling inside him. He said it was like coming, only twice as good and twice as long. I took his word for it. Not being a man, I couldn't say, but from his reactions, I knew it had to be something extra special.
"Al really dug everything that had to do with the ass. He told me if I liked being fucked there, maybe I could understand why he liked it. He really dug my sucking on his ass, too. Sometimes we'd lie in a sixty-nine position and just suck away, his tongue pushing into my ass and then into my twat, while I sucked on his ass and also his cock. I loved his prick. It was just the kind I enjoyed, and I'd just as soon have him shoot in my mouth as up my rear end. It was all the kind of sex we both enjoyed.
"Hey, I mentioned about the banana bit some weirdo wanted one night. He didn't want it stuck inside his ass, just squashed around my ass-hole, and then he ate it away until he reached my skin, and that's when he came. Well, Al had something like this we did once. It was kinda fun. He got a banana still kinda firm, peeled it, naturally, and then shoved it up my ass. He left just a little sticking out. He lay down and started eating it, pulling it out slowly, while his fingers played with my cunt. I was eating his prick while he did this, and wow, it was a wild night. Every bite he took, I felt that banana slide a little further out, until it was all gone. That's when Al slid around, shoved his cock up where the banana had been, and fucked me solid until he shot. Oh, Al was a wild one, all right, and I loved every minute with him.
"He also liked to fuck me between the tits. He'd straddle me and push his hard on between my boobs, which he held together with his hands. I'd open my mouth, and every time he pushed forward, his head would slide through his foreskin and out into my mouth, and I'd suck it awhile, and then he'd pull it back. It was pretty wild, just like all the times we had together.
"I think Al was the only man I really enjoyed completely. I mean, I'd been fucking and sucking for so long that there really wasn't that much excitement unless it was someone special, someone who could turn me on. Al turned me on from the first night I saw him. There was something about his build, real broad, masculine, rough and tough, but with a strange streak of tenderness about him. How can we tell why it is some people do that to us, and some don't? I once got horny for a guy looking at his wrists. He had thick wrists, and they looked so strong and powerful, I just wanted him to hold me, to crush me in his arms. When we got into bed, he had a cock about the size of my little finger, and wow, did I laugh? It just goes to show you.
"Al stayed with me for a long time. I mean, whenever he was in town. I guess you'd say we had an affair going, though we never talked about love or anything like that. Love is for the birds anyway. It's fucking everyone wants, and to hell with the sentiment.
"I get sentimental over dogs and cats, but not people. I figure we got brains and intelligence, and anything we want, we got sense enough to go after. Some people don't have sense to come in out of the rain, but then that's their problem, not mine. I'm after me, because no mother-fucker in this life has ever cared what happened to me. Not even my parents. Maybe my mother, but then she died when I was eleven, and she died because my father did nothing but fuck her and I've always said he fucked her to death. And he never showed me any affection. Looking back, I often wonder why he never tried to fuck me, like some fathers do. I know Flora told me her pa once screwed her, and she was only ten at the time. That was a rough neighborhood I grew up in, and maybe it just hardened me. I do know I can take care of myself. I always have, and always will. And as far as ass-fucking is concerned, that's my bag, and my business. Why? I can't really say. Some people like vanilla, others strawberry. It's a matter of what you like and what you don't, I guess. Besides, who cares? I'm the one who's getting it. It's my ass, to do with what I choose. And if you want any, you've only got to ask, and slap your loot on the table, brother."
Frank S-, the reporter, questioned Shirley Edelman further, but found that the woman's rationale over her sex preference was simple: she had no qualms over indulging in anal intercourse because it was what gave her the most pleasure. She admitted that normal vaginal penetration was pleasurable, but because of the length of her activity as a prostitute, she had lost any sensitivity over its significance. She felt that most men wanted vaginal penetration, and because of the variance of types she had serviced, she couldn't care less about her own feelings in that direction. When she had intercourse, she did it merely as something to earn money. She confessed that on one occasion she even leaned back, spread her legs, and read a book while the man completed the act. She received as much enjoyment from it as she might have from urinating. Without the mental stimulus, it was obvious she had divorced all emotional feeling from the act.
Her physical reactions to anal intercourse, however, were such that she could gain complete satisfaction and emotional release from going with a man such as her lover, Al, who seemed to be the only man with whom she had any close feelings, or as close as a woman of her type and position could exhibit.
S-'s conclusions showed that a girl growing up under such conditions of poverty and emotional starvation could only degenerate into a position of cold detachment from normal human relationships. Therein lies the tragedy of girls who lack the opportunity to make something of their lives.
Shirley admitted that there had been times when she had dreams of marriage, of a home and a family and a pleasantly acceptable life in society, but she' knew she had gone too far down the road she chose to ever turn back. Her drinking, which had become excessive, was only another step in her ultimate downfall, which she accepted as a possible ultimate end to her life. She had few ambitions left, other than to survive, have enough for her rent, food, and liquor, and an occasional man to satisfy her anal desires.
CHAPTER FIVE
HARBOR GIRL
"It ain't that much different, gettin' screwed in the ass. I mean, all those girls up there do it. Lotsa boys, too. The first time it happened was with my pa. He was a regular stud, he was. Even my ma said so. And pa didn't do it 'cause he was drunk or anythin' like that. He always liked me, he said, and he was just waitin' till I was old enough before he showed me how. How old? Oh, about fourteen or so, which ain't so young in the hills to get screwed, take it from me. I reckon I was lucky and didn't get caught like some of the gals up there. I had a friend who was only eleven when three boys got her in the barn and she just about died. One of them was real big and he fucked her front and back and just about tore her apart. Things like that happen lots of times. like I say, maybe I was lucky.
"Anyway, pa came to me one night and said he wanted to show me how to handle a boy if I got cornered. Ma was away takin' care of a sick friend, and my brothers were asleep, so I guess pa figured it'd be okay. He came into my room and put his hand on my shoulder. 'You awake, Annie?' he asked, real quiet. I was just about asleep, and he kinda scared me. I sat up in bed and asked him what was wrong. Then I saw that he was naked, and I got scared. Not because of seein' him naked, 'cause I'd done that lotsa times, but now I knew it was 'cause of somethin' else.
"He put his hand on my arm and slid it down to my hand, takin' my fingers and squeezin' them. 'Don't be scared,' he said, and his voice was real sweet and tender. My pa could be the greatest guy when he wanted to. 'What do you want, pa?' I asked him again, and he sat down on the bed, and put my hand on his leg. It was sorta half dark, bein' as there was only the light coming from his room next door. I remember my heart was beatin' real fast and I didn't know what he expected me to do. 'I'm gonna show you somethin', ' he said, and he moved my hand up until it was on his crotch. I could feel his cock real hard and the big sac of his balls below.
"I tried to pull it away, but he held it there and smiled at me. 'You know what that is,' he said. 'I'm gonna show you how it works.' I felt his prick throb under my fingers and sorta jump. I knew what the hell a man's cock was. I'd seen my brothers as well as my pa before, but just in the bathroom, or down swimmin' in the river, and once my brothers made me touch their cocks, but it was just for a minute or so and nothin' really happened. But now I knew my pa meant business, and what he wanted of me I hadn't any idea, but it scared me real good.
"He put his hand over mine, closed my fingers around his shaft and squeezed it. Then he pulled it down and up, and I felt his skin slide down, off the head, and then back up again. 'There, there,' he said, 'doesn't that feel good?' I told him I wanted to go to sleep. He laughed quietly, and told me that it was time I learned about sex because he knew it wouldn't be long before I'd be out lookin' for it myself. I told him ma had given me a talk, lotsa talks in fact, and I wasn't goin' to do those things. 'Even so,' he said, 'one of these days you might have to know what to do, and I don't want my girl gettin' knocked up by some stud.' I really didn't know then what he planned to do. I had already figured he had ideas of screwin' me, or makin' me jerk him off or somethin'. He patted me on the head and bent down to kiss me.
"I turned away, but he took my face and turned it back, and then I felt his lips on mine. Not the way he used to kiss me as a kid, but a wet slobbery kiss. I felt his tongue push between my lips, and I struggled. 'There, there,' he said, liftin' up a moment, 'I'm gonna show you how to kiss proper like.' He bent down again, and this time I didn't pull away, but stayed still while his lips rubbed back and forth over mine. It felt good, I'll say that. My pa had the softest lips. Then he pushed his tongue out, and I felt it go into my mouth and touch my own tongue. He licked all round the inside of my mouth and then my tongue pushed against his, and when I did this, I felt him shake a little, and my own body felt real funny, all through my crotch, like an electric shock or something. He took my hand again and put it back on his prick, and this time that thing was jumpin' like a fish out of water. 'Hold it, baby,' he said, "make it feel good. Rub the skin up and down like I showed you.' I did it, and every time I slid up to the top, I felt it throb and the head seemed to expand. I could feel it stiffen and jerk. 'Nice, nice,' he said softly. 'You know what he does, don't you?' I told him I knew he made babies by puttin' that up mama's hole, and he told me, yes, but he didn't want to make babies every time. 'Sometimes it's just to feel good,' he said, 'and it makes you feel good, too, no matter what hole you put it in.'
"He went on to tell me that it felt just as good up the ass as it did up the cunt, and he wanted to show me now so's I'd know if any boy got hold of me. He told me to lay still, and he promised he wouldn't hurt me. 'It'll make you feel real good,' he promised. I lay back, and he put his mouth over my titties. He'd opened my pajamas and my front was all bare. My tits were still small, but they were there, starting to get round and full like they are now. He kissed them real gentle, and I felt my whole body responding. I felt my cunt twitchin' and it felt like it was gettin' real wet. He slid his. mouth down my stomach and then closed over my crotch. Oh, it was somethin' else when he did that. I had been scared, but when he did that, I just felt like every nerve was on fire. I felt his tongue push into me, lick me quickly, and then he pulled away and his hands went under my ass and lifted it. His mouth slid under me and his tongue started lickin' between my legs, down to my ass, and then my ass-hole. I heard him make a little groan, and his tongue pushed into my ass-hole, lickin' around it. It felt so good, like nothin' I'd ever felt before. He licked and sucked for a while, and then he lifted away and told me to lie over on my side. 'I'm gonna stick it in,' he said. 'And you just relax and you'll feel good. You tighten up and it'll hurt.' I started shakin' and told him no, I was scared, and he patted me, and kissed me all over and told me he wouldn't hurt his little girl, and to trust him. All the time he was turnin' me sideways, and he lay down and I felt his prick push up my ass. I was all wet and slippery there from his mouth. I guess he figured that wasn't enough, because he spat on his hand and wiped it on his cock and then pushed it forward. I felt the end against my ass-hole, and, rememberin' how thick it was when I was holdin' it, I thought, For gosh sakes, he's gonna rip me open, for sure.
" 'Relax, baby, relax,' he said, and his hands touched my tits and started strokin' them. He slid them down and played with my cunt, pushin' one finger in and feelin' around. All the time he was humpin' me and gettin' that cock-head slowly into my hole. The more he pushed, the more it slid in, and it didn't hurt. I mean, I felt there was some-thin' there, sure. But it didn't hurt that much. Lookin' back, I guess I can say now that pa didn't have a very big prick, compared with some I've had since. Suddenly it was in, and he slid all the way inside. I could feel it goin' into my belly, and he groaned and told me how great it felt. 'It feel good to you, baby?' he asked. 'Feel good, huh?' I didn't say anythin', but then I didn't think I needed to. He knew if it hurt me bad I'd have been screamin' and carryin' on, but instead I just lay there, feelin' my body floatin' like never before. His fingers were playin' with my cunt, and his cock was makin' me feel good back there, so why holler?
"Slowly he started pullin' 'and pushin' it, let-tin' it slide back until he was almost out, and then back in quickly, and as he pushed it in, he put his finger up my cunt and played with me there. It was the wildest feelin' I'd ever had and, even though I was still scared. I sorta relaxed. Pa was very gentle and he made me feel he wasn't gonna hurt me, no matter what. And for sure, he didn't. He made me feel good, better'n I'd ever felt before, even when I used to play with myself in the bath. He began kissin' the back of my neck and my shoulders and lickin' my skin. I felt on fire all over, and his cock began poundin' in quicker 'n' quicker, and then suddenly I felt him shudder and ram it in all the way, and hold it there, and I could feel somethin' wet and warm spurting inside me. Right then I didn't know what it was 'cause I'd never seen any man shoot his load, but somethin' told me it was over.
"Pa sighed real deep and kissed me. He took his hand away from my crotch, and he pulled his prick out of my ass-hole. I lay back and looked at him. I saw his prick was soft and lay against his leg. 'Feel okay?' he asked me, and I nodded, and told him it felt good. He went on to say that what he had done was all right, and that way I could never get knocked up. I knew lotsa girls on neighborin' farms who got knocked up and ma had always said that was real bad, and hoped I never would. So when pa told me that, I felt grateful, because I didn't want to end up havin' a baby unless I got married first. That was something ma had always said to me: git married first, and then you can have all the babies you want.
"Pa got off the bed and bent down to kiss me before goin' back to his room. He told me to make sure I didn't tell anyone. "This is between you 'n' me,' he said. 'It'll be our secret, okay?' I promised I wouldn't tell, not even ma. I guess I knew enough even then to realize ma would've hit the ceilin' if she'd known he'd corn-holed me while she'd bin gone. But I sure liked it, and after that we did it lots more times, and even got my brothers in with us one night."
Annie Normand (assumed name) came from the hills of Oklahoma, a girl who grew up in dire poverty with a family that left much to be desired. Her father, Jake, had married young, as many hill people do, but other than producing three children, did little to further his own progress in life. An abnormally lazy man, he picked up odd jobs as a farm laborer and barely made enough to keep food on the table. His wife, Sue, helped out when she could with sewing and washing. The children went to school, but were as often absent as they were present, and their education was little better than their parents'.
Unlike many fathers in very low income groups, Jake had a very mild disposition. He treated his wife and family well, was kind and considerate, despite his disregard for making something of his life. He felt that as long as there was a meal on the table, tomorrow would take care of itself. His easy manner helped establish a pleasant atmosphere in the home, and when Sue occasionally mentioned the possibility of getting a steady job so they could get a few more necessities in life, he would always turn her suggestions away with a laugh and ask her where she was getting her big ideas from. His children loved him dearly, especially the boys, Lem, the oldest, and Clay. Annie was the youngest and the last of his offspring.
The children were very like their father: mild mannered and easygoing, and not overly intelligent. They were smart enough to take care of themselves, but not equipped academically to qualify for well-paying positions.
Following Jake's death in an automobile accident, the two boys left the hill country and went into Tulsa where they managed to get work as day laborers. Annie was sixteen at the time, and accompanied her mother to live with her parents in Alabama.
Annie had by this time developed a flirtatious manner which resulted in several liaisons with young men. Never close to her mother, and quite shaken by her father's death, Annie ran off with a traveling salesman and lived with him for over a year in Phoenix, Arizona.
Their relationship was quite stormy, and Annie left him, moving to Los Angeles. She fell into casual prostitution and odd jobs at drive-ins, never really having the ability or the ambition to better herself. She had inherited much of her father's qualities, and, as the years passed, she slipped even further down the social scale, winding up as a dockside whore in Long Beach.
It was here that she ran into Dr. G-, a psychology professor from U.C.L.A., who was researching a book on abnormal sex practices among the lower classes. From her appearance and manner, it was obvious she was in need. Dr. G-offered her money and a month's room rent in return for her telling him her story.
Annie readily accepted, and over a period of time related her experiences. Of particular interest to
Dr. G-was her preference for anal intercourse.
Annie told how her father had sodomized her when she was in her early teens. They had continued the practice, including her two brothers on occasion. She said she indulged because she not only enjoyed it, but it was the easiest way to make sure no pregnancy resulted from her sexual experiences. Annie had no particular feelings of shame about her past life or her sexual escapades. To her, it was all she might expect out of life, having come from the background she did.
"I know I ain't the smartest gal in the world, but then, pa always said to me that if everyone were real smart, who was gonna want to be a garbage collector or a laborer? So, I figured, I don't have what it takes to be one of those smart-ass women who work in offices, but I can do what I can and make a buck. And hell, if I can make a buck spreadin' my legs, what's easier? I guess if I were better-lookin', I'd be able to do better, but I got good tits and I know how to give a man a good time. I got my pa and my brothers to thank for that. My pa was the first one to show me about sex. He was smart, though. He only corn-holed me, makin' sure I didn't git knocked up, and it sure was lotsa fun. The first time I was plenty scared, but afterwards it felt so good I was ready to have at it again. I even got to thinkin' about doing it with my brothers, but again it was pa who brought them into it.
"One week, ma had to go over to a cousin in Oklahoma City to help out, which left me to take care of the house, and cook and all that. I'm a pretty good cook when I set my mind to it, let me tell you. This night, pa came into my room like he had before, and he asked me if I wanted Lem and Clay to have a little fun with us. 'You mean all of you?' I asked, and he said sure, why not? So he called in my brothers. When they came into the room, I knew he'd talked to them, 'cause they were naked already and their dicks were stickin' out from their legs.
"I'd seen my brothers naked before, but never with hard ons like that. They were big, and Lem sure was bigger'n pa, because pa kidded him about havin' a longer piece of meat. Pa was hard by this time, you see, and they were all there, next to me, with their pricks stickin' out, and I wondered who the hell to touch first. Besides, I was kinda scared 'cause I felt all right doing it with pa, but with Lem and Clay there, I didn't know what might happen.
"Pa handled everythin', like he always did, though. He told Lem to lie down on one side, and Clay on the other, and he lay down at my feet. 'Now,' he said, 'you take your brothers in each hand, and don't you worry 'bout me.' I reached out and grabbed a cock in each hand, and let me tell you, I knew I was grabbin' somethin'. Lem was longer'n pa, and also thicker. I had my hand around his shaft, and there was plenty stickin' out. Clay was shorter, but a lot thicker, and his head was much flatter. I didn't care what they were like, it felt so good just holdin' them.
"Pa crawled up between my legs and kissed me right on my twat. 'Now, you guys,' he said, 'your pa's gonna show you how to eat pussy.' And with that he put his hands into me and pulled my cunt lips open, and his mouth came down, his tongue stickin' out as far as he could, and he slid it in.
"I felt both my brothers' cocks stiffen in my hands as they watched, and I started playin' with them, squeezin' their rods and pullin' their skins up and down while pa's tongue licked me, pushin' into my flesh and givin' me that wild wonderful feelin' again. They each leaned over and began playin' with my tits, feelin' them up and kissin' them. I looked down and saw that pa's prick was stickin' out between his legs, wavin' in the air and throbbin' and jerkin'. His skin was pulled back and the head was all shiny and glisten in' and there was stuff oozin' out of the end. I'd sucked him once or twice before that night, and I liked that. Right then I felt I wanted to suck him, to feel that cock in my mouth. But more than that, I wanted it up my ass, the way he'd done it ever since that first night. I didn't want to tell him, though, so I just lifted my rear end up a little so's he'd get the idea. He did. He slid his mouth down between my legs and I felt his tongue pushin' between my buttocks and searchin' for my ass-hole. He lifted my legs up and his head went in and then I felt his tongue, lickin', pushin' into me and gettin' me all ready for when he'd ram his cock up there. My brothers wanted to see more, I guess, because they crawled down and sat there, watchin'. Lem put out his hand and stuck his fingers in my twat, openin' my cunt lips and starin' in. Clay leaned forward and started lickin' me. They were too far for me to reach their cocks, so they started jerkin' themselves off. When I did it, I squeezed up and down real gentle like, but those two, they went at it real hard, up and down so fast I thought they'd tear their cocks off in their hand. Lem told me later he had to jerk fast to make himself come. Pa saw what they were doin', and told them to quit 'Don't waste it,' he said. 'I got her ass all ready.' He pushed Lem forward and told him to stick his prick in.
"Lem came forward on his knees, his rod standin' out stiff as a board. My ass-hole was all wet from pa's lickin' it, and I knew enough by then to relax when it went in, and Lem's cock touched me and pushed in. I knew then it was bigger'n pa, 'cause I jumped. It didn't really hurt, but I knew there was somethin' there all right. Pa laughed and told him to go on and stick it all the way in. I wriggled my butt and slowly Lem's cock slid all the way in. He moaned and said how good it felt. 'Pump her,' said pa, and Lem began pullin' and pushin' it, and every time he hit bottom I felt his balls slap against my ass. It felt pretty good to me, big as he was. He was so excited, I could feel his rod throb-bin' and quiverin' in me, and then he gave a loud groan, jerked quickly, and then collapsed on me. 'Aw, shit, you came too quick,' said pa. 'You gotta keep goin' to make it real good.' But Lem was through, and he pulled out and told me how great it was.
"Then Clay moved over. I could tell from his face that he wanted some of that action, and that was fine with me. I was disappointed Lem had come so soon, 'cause he felt good. Anyway, Clay's cock was somethin' else. It wasn't as long as Lem's or pa's, but it sure was thicker. He slapped some spit on it and jammed it in. I was loose already from Lem's fuckin', so Clay slid in easy as goose grease and began fuckin' like mad. Pa laughed and told him not to go so fast, but he wasn't listenin'. He was rammin' that dick in and out of me, and his hands were playin' with my tits and slidin' down my stomach into my snatch. He really went to town and loved every minute of it. I did, too. I'd been used to pa, who wasn't rough at all. Clay must've been fuckin' a long time, because he knew all the tricks-pushin' it in, lettin' it rest a second, then out, almost all the way, until I thought it was gonna slip out, and then bang! in again so hard I could feel the end jam up inside my belly somewheres. Oh, that brother of mine was a fucker from way back, I could tell.
"All the time, pa was sittin' back, playin' with himself, and lovin' every minute of it. Even Lem had his hands around his cock, soft as it was, feelin' it up as he watched his brother fuck my ass like it was goin' out of style. Faster and faster, in, out, and those hands of his all over me, fingers in my snatch, ticklin', feelin', makin' me squirm and twist my ass which only made him feel better.
"He was makin' little sounds in his throat, and every now and then he'd say, 'Fuck, fuck,' or 'good pussy' or somethin' like that, like he had to tell me he was feelin' good and likin' it. I know since then I've had men who can't come unless they cuss up a storm and say dirty words and all that. Maybe Clay was that kind. But he really wanted to get every bit he could out of that fuck. And Pa and Lem were lovin' watchin' him. Pa said later he wished he'd had a thick cock like Clay, but anyway, he got a charge out of watchin' it slidin' in and out my ass-hole, my flesh grippin' it tight as he fucked.
"The sweat was pourin' off my body, and I could feel it slide down my sides, off my tits, and between my legs. My ass was real slick and loose from Lem's fuck, and his come must've made it real slippery, which was just as well, with Clay bein' bigger. Then I knew he was almost there, because he put his hands under my ass, liftin' me as high as he could, so he could push in even more, and he rammed that thing all the way in and held it there, while his body shook and he gave a loud cry, 'I'm comin', I'm comin'V and I felt his cock expand and quiver inside me. The minute he was through, he pulled out and lay back, gaspin'. He looked really beat, and let me tell you, I was, too. I'd had my legs in the air all through it, and I thought my back would break. It all felt so good. I didn't mind, but it sure was good to lay flat again and rest a moment.
"But then, there was still pa, who'd been sittin' playin' with himself and waitin' his turn. I knew he was ready, and I rolled over on my stomach. I was just too tired to take him any other way. He climbed on, and I felt his shaft slide between my ass-cheeks, which were wet and drippin' already and I knew my ass was oozin' come and sweat and pa'd have no trouble. After Clay, who was so thick, it hardly felt I had anything in me at all, 'cause pa wasn't the biggest there was. In he banged, and I felt his hands pushin' under me, feel-in' for my twat. Pa always liked to have a finger up my snatch while he screwed my ass. He sure knew how to do it, too, with that big middle finger of his all the way in, ticklin' my clitoris and movin' round, pushin' and pullin' at me while his cock banged away at the back. His lips licked across my shoulders, and I could feel his breath comin' hard and heavy. He was ready to pop his nuts any second, I knew. He'd been jerkin' himself all the time Lem and Clay had been fuckin' me, and pa was horny as hell. I felt his maleness and flexed my ass-hole, tryin' to hold him and give him more pleasure. On and on, in and out, and then he shook all over and lay still. I had so much fuckin' by then I really couldn't tell if he'd shot or not, but, of course, he had. He rolled off and lay beside me, kissin' me tenderly. "That was real good,' he told me.
"That first time with pa and my brothers was kinda quick, 'cause they were all real excited. Pa told me a guy always got more excited when there were others there, watchin' or joinin' in. I guess I enjoyed it, but I was sorry they all went to bed after that, even though I was tired from all the action. I liked to lie afterwards and just feel good. When pa used to fuck he'd lie next to me, runnin' his fingers over my body and makin' me feel good all the time, not just while he had his prick up my ass, but afterwards, too. like I said, pa was real tender and I felt good with him.
"The next time my brothers came to bed with me, they wanted to fuck me in front, but pa told them to lay off. He knew I was still cherry, but Clay laughed and said he didn't believe it. Pa told him he'd beat the shit out of them if they tried anythin' like that. So they just corn-holed me, and Lem said it was so good he didn't see how my cunt could feel any better. Pa told him an ass-hole's always tighter'n pussy anyway, and a lot safer.
"Rememberin' back, especially some of the stories the other girls in the hills told me, I was real surprised pa didn't try somethin' in front. But I guess he really didn't want to mess me up by gettin' me pregnant. Pa was real considerate and I felt real good with him. It was a sad day when that man came to the house and told ma that pa was dead in that wreck. I cried more'n ma did.
"We went to Alabama to live with ma's folks, and that was where I finally lost my cherry. And it wasn't from choice, neither. We stayed with ma's cousin Arnie, who was a real mean cuss. He was tall and skinny and worked on a farm. He talked real dirty, and when he saw me he whistled and said to me, 'You sure is big for sixteen.' And he reached out and nipped my titties in his fingers. Of course, ma wasn't there or she'd have slapped him down. I pulled away and told him to get the hell away from me, but he laughed and put his hand to his crotch, bunchin' up his pants. 'When you see what I got here, you won't be so prissy,' he told me. I stared, because he sure did have a big bunch in his hand, and I guessed his cock was big and he was proud of it.
"Ma told me to watch out for cousin Arnie, who was a great one with the girls, she said. I told her I knew how to take care of myself, but I guess I didn't reckon on Arnie's way with women. He boasted he'd laid every girl in the county, and I kinda believed him. No wonder he was so skinny. He'd fucked so much he didn't have much build left, I thought. But he still had a big joint, I could tell from what showed through his pants. It had been some time since I had had any sex. My brothers had moved away and pa was dead. I used to flirt with some guys around the farm, but never did anythin' much except tease them. I was really a little scared, 'cause I knew they'd want to fuck me in front and I still wasn't ready for that.
"One night ma was working late (she got work at a restaurant as a dishwasher) which left cousin Arnie and me in the house alone. I'd gone to bed and was just about asleep when I heard Arnie open my bedroom door and call out, 'You asleep, Annie?' I sat up in bed and told him to get the hell out of my room. He laughed and walked in. He was naked, and when he turned on the light I saw that thing of his. Not even hard, it was longer than my brothers' and pa's put together. He stood beside the bed and looked down at me. 'Ever see anythin' like that before?' he asked. 'Here, feel it.' He grabbed my hand and put it up to his crotch. I pulled away and snuck down in bed, holdin' the covers up to my chin. 'Don't be scairt,' he said. 'I ain't gonna hurt you.' I told him to get out or I'd tell ma on him. 'You wouldn't do that, now, would you?' he said, sittin' down beside me. 'Especially if I told her you came into my room and tried to suck my dick.' I got real fearful then, because I realized that it would be my word against his, and ma'd have a hard time decidin' who was tellin' the truth.
"He sat there, and I couldn't help starin' at his body, which was real skinny, and his dick, which slowly began risin'. Soft it was real long and thin, but as it got hard, it got thicker and stood up real straight. He had his hand on it, helpin' it along, and when it was finally full hard, he pressed it against his stomach. 'See? It comes clear past my navel,' he said. 'It's the biggest in Alabama.' My eyes were buggin' out. It sure was the biggest dick I'd seen and it sure was pretty. No big veins on it or anythin' like that, just clean, smooth white skin, and his head was bright red and shiny. I began rememberin' those nights with pa and my brothers and how great they had been. I guess Arnie must've realized I was interested. He put out his hand and took my arm, pullin' it out from under the covers and placin' my hand on his dick. 'Come on, no harm in a little feel,' he said.
"My fingers gripped his shaft and started massagin' it slowly, up and down. Jeez, it was long. Not so thick, but it sure was long and it felt good in my hand. Arnie sighed and nodded. "There you go,' he said. 'Get him ready.' He put out his hand and pulled the covers down, searchin' for my tits. I had on pajamas, and he undid the buttons and felt inside. 'Mmynm,' he said, his fingers squeezing my flesh. 'Nice and small. All the better to suck, baby.' He bent down and closed his lips around my nipple. I felt his tongue flick across the end, bring-in' me to a state of real excitement. I started jerkin' his cock faster then, and felt it quiver in my hand. 'Mmmmmm,' he said. "That's my girl.' He bent down and slid his tongue all the way across my stomach, then pulled my pajama pants down and went down on my crotch.
"Arnie was skinny all over, includin' his tongue. Wow, it felt like twelve inches slidin' into me, lickin' my flesh and curlin' round my clitoris and ticklin' like it'd never been before. I began squirmin' and twistin' my hips and spreadin' my legs so he could do better. It felt so goddamn good, all my fear seemed to disappear. He wasn't hurtin' me. He was givin' me the best cunt-suck job I'd ever had. His teeth were nibblin' on my cunt lips and sendin' fire through my loins while his tongue flicked in and out, that long slippery thing that knew what it was doin'. His hands reached up and caressed my breasts, grabbin' them in his fingers while his thumbs rubbed across the nipples. My whole body quivered and I knew I was shakin' from head to toe. I pushed my hips up, tryin' to get that tongue of his deeper into me, and also I wanted him to French-kiss my ass-hole. Instead, he put his hand down and I felt his finger go into my anus and start rubbin' me inside there while he sucked my cunt. That's when I hit the ceil in'. I started pantin' and he must've known I wanted more right then than just his finger in me. He lifted his head up and scooted his body down, full length next to me, and I felt his lips on mine, pushin' my mouth open and lickin' my mouth, my tongue, everythin'. I responded, and we lay kissin' and all the time I felt his body hunchin' against me, that big cock of his pressin' into my side.
"It was too big to go anywhere but along my side, but I could feel it throb and jerk as it lay there. Arnie began gaspin' and moanin'. 'Pussy, pussy,' he said, and then, with a sudden movement, he straddled me and I felt the end of his cock push between my cunt lips. I cried out and told him no. But he held me, and slowly I felt that long thing pushin' in, just like his tongue had, only thicker. It went in and then stopped, and he pushed again. 'Come on, you tight cunt,' he said, 'work it in.' 'No,' I said. 'I want it up my ass.' He stared at me and laughed. 'A little .corn-holer,' he said. 'Not tonight, you don't.' And with that, he pounded all his weight on his cock and I felt a searin' pain as it banged through and slid all the way into me. I screamed, but by this time he must've been feelin' so good he couldn't care about how I was feelin'. His hands gripped me tightly and he began pound-in' that long rod of his in and out of my cunt. Every time he pushed it in all the way, I could feel it way up high in my belly somewhere, like a goddamn telephone pole. And I was hurtin', but slowly the hurt faded under the wonderful feelin' which I had never experienced before, the full penetration of his cock into my vagina. For all the good feelings I had from being sucked down there, it was nothin' compared with the satisfaction of havin' that prick deep inside me. For a moment I even forgot about wantin' it up my ass. Arnie knew what he was doin', too. He'd shove it in, then hold it there and rotate his hips, makin' that long thing move around inside, touchin' every part of me, givin' me the ultimate in pleasure. By this time I was wrigglin' and twistin', pushin' myself up against him and tryin' to get as much out of it as I could. His cock was really the most wonderful-a long, hard, joy stick that I was riding for the first time that way, and lovin' it.
"He closed his mouth over mine and began suckin' my lips, lickin' his tongue across and in my mouth, touchin' my own tongue and addin' to the thrills that I was feelin'. It was liftin' me higher and higher, but then suddenly I had this fear again of gettin' knocked up. I broke away and told him not to shoot in me. 'I won't,' he said. 'I'll shoot up your ass.' That really turned me on, 'cause I knew I could have it all then: fuckin' front and back and no danger. We rocked together, the bed squeakin' and shakin' under us.
"I felt his cock movin' faster and faster, and then quickly he pulled out and sat back on his haunches, pantin'. I stared at him, at that long thick thing jerkin' in the air between his thighs. 'Lift your ass,' he said, spittin' on his hand. I did so, and he wet my ass-hole and came forward, pushin' his rod out and guidin' it with his hand to my quiverin' anus. This was what I really wanted, what I knew would satisfy me.
"I gasped as it slid in. Even though he was long and thin, his head was broad and thick, and as it pushed in I could feel my flesh being stretched to its limit. Then the rest of it, in, more and more, until it was all in and his balls were slappin' against my buttocks. I knew he was almost there, and it wouldn't take long now. He began humpin', and leaned forward, closin' his lips around my nipple. He slid across from one breast to the other, his tongue lickin' my flesh and his teeth bitin' on my hard little faces, excitin' me more and more. He began groanin', and then, with a shudder, he rammed his dick all the way in and lay on top of me, shakin'. Inside I could feel his dischargin', shootin' his come into my ass, that warm wet liquid makin' it slippery and slick. At that moment, I felt my own organs contract and I screamed out as I felt my own climax shake my being. My hands went around his back and my nails tore into his skin. I'd never had such a feelin' before, and never such ecstasy with that magnificent rod inside me. He collapsed on top of me, and lay still. 'Good pussy, good pussy,' he murmured, kissin' my ear, and then he lay still. I was glowin' all over and felt his cock gradually get soft, slide out inch by inch, and then, with a little noise, it was out, and he rolled over on his side. I stared down at that tool of his, layin' across his thigh, all wet, shiny and red.
"I reached out and touched it, 'cause now I wanted to feel it with my fingers, play with it, caress it, hold it, suck on it, and enjoy it. Oh, what a beautiful cock he had! He grinned at me. 'You like him, huh?' And then he stared at my crotch and saw the blood there. He just about flipped. 'You mean I bust you?' he asked, hardly believin' what he saw. I was still hurtin' a little, but the pain was forgotten in the glow of the pleasure he had given me with that rod. I told him to forget it and just let me enjoy his prick.
"I'll never forget the look on his face. I think if he'd known he wouldn't have forced me the way he did. But it was over, it was done, and I figured it would've been done sometime anyway, and I was just as happy it was someone who had a dick that was worth fuckin'. I leaned down to put my face close to his crotch, and began feelin' that thing of his. I lifted it up in my hand and turned it around, examinin' every bit of it. Then I put out my tongue and started lickin' it up one side and down the other. It was soft, but it still felt good. I took the end in my mouth and started suckin'. It was like a warm, juicy lollipop and there was still some come at the end which tasted so good. I've always dug the taste of come, and the musky male smell of a man's cock and balls. I just lay there and enjoyed Arnie's crotch, lickin' it all over, takin' his balls in my mouth and everythin'.
"Slowly I felt him start gettin' hard again right from the end of his cock down below his balls and right back almost to his ass-hole. Arnie had the kind of cock that got hard way inside and made a lump between his balls and his ass-hole. I rubbed it there, and even slipped my finger into his ass-hole, rubbin' the hardness there while my mouth sucked the end of it. He loved that, and I sure did. Especially the end of it, which was just the right size to fit in my mouth and let my tongue play around it, pushin' into his big slit at the end. He lay back, watchin' me, and then he slowly began movin' his hips, drivin' his rod in and out of my mouth. 'Keep goin', he told me. 'I'm gonna come again.' I really went at it then, pushin' my finger deep into his ass and rubbin' around there, feelin' his hard on deep inside him while I lifted my mouth up and down his shaft, pressin' as hard as I could. I really wanted him to feel good, to shoot his load into me and let me taste it. His cock-head began throbbin', and it seemed to get thicker and felt like it might burst, but then he jammed it in, and my finger up his ass felt his cord jerk as it shot his seed into my throat. Wow, he came once, twice, three times, on and on he shot that beautiful tastin' stuff, and I let it stay in my mouth, tastin' it before swallowin' it all, and lyin' there as it got soft again. Arnie's cock had really turned me on, and I sucked like I never had before.
"That first night with Arnie was the first of many. After ma got back, it was kinda difficult, but there were times when she was out of the house, or away for the evenin', and we'd have at it. Arnie'd come into my room, and he didn't even have to ask. I was always ready for him, skinny-ass that he was, but that cock was everythin' to me then. He fucked me front and back and I sucked him, cock and ass. I couldn't get enough of that beautiful shaft, and he liked anythin' I did with it. When he found out I really liked cornholin' better than cunt-fuckin', he would do that to me. He didn't care what I did, as long as it made him feel good.
"I figured at that time I could never find a man to satisfy me better'n Arnie. But then, you know the old sayin' about gettin' tired of a man, just as a guy gets tired of his woman. After a few months, I wanted to find out more. There had been lots of guys in the neighborhood who let me know they liked me, and yet I never put out to anyone but Arnie. He told me once I'd better not or he'd kill me. I really think he would've, too. Arnie had gotten to like me more than just a little. Anyway, I finally went to work at the drugstore, as a dishwasher, and one day a man came into the place and had some coffee. I noticed him lookin' at me, and he started talkin'. He asked me for a date, and I saw no reason not to. He spoke real nice, and was nicely dressed.
"I went out with him that night, and he made love to me in the back seat of his car. He lived close by, and said he couldn't take me home because he lived with his folks. I told him to rent a motel, but he didn't. I guess he just wanted a quick bang in the car. I sucked him off, and then he fucked me and took me home. I got back about one in the mornin', and Arnie was up, madder'n hell. He couldn't say much because ma was there, but a day later he got me alone and wanted to know what I'd bin doin'. I told him I was out at a movie with a girl friend, but I know he didn't believe me. But that guy showed me that there were more pretty cocks besides Arnie's, and I wanted more. I went out with him again, and in the next few months I shacked up with quite a few others. I learned somethin' new from each one, and even though I still had sex with Arnie now and then, I knew it wasn't the same as before.
"Then I met George, who was a travelin' salesman. I really fell for this guy. Everything Arnie had, he had in spades, not just a big cock, but a good body, lots of muscle, and he was real handsome. He said he lifted weights and played football at school. He was about six years older'n me, which was fine. I've gone with men old enough to be my father, and the older they are, the more tricks they have. Well, with George was the first time I spent the whole night away from the house. I got back the next day and found ma in a tizzy, and even Arnie was there, so mad I thought he was gonna hit me.
"I guess ma could tell from the way Arnie was speakin' that there was somethin' goin' on between us. She accused Arnie of screwin' me, and he didn't deny it. 'You're damn right we've been fuckin'! ' he shouted. 'And I don't want her screwin' every guy in town. She's turnin' into a little whore.' Ma slapped him, and there was a helluva scene. Ma even hit me, and I ran out of the house. I called George at the motel, and he came and got me. I told him I wanted to go with him, to leave town. He said okay, and the next day we took off. He lived in Phoenix, and we took about two weeks to get there. I had a wonderful time, seein' the country, and every night we made love like never before. I felt happy, because I was away from ma, and she reminded me of the times when pa was alive. I really missed my pa. Now I felt I was goin' to start a new life out west with George.
"Did I think of marryin' up with him? Hell, no. I didn't love him. I liked goin' to bed with him, but that was all. He was beautiful and all that, but I figured he was in love with himself. I've met a few weight lifters who are like that. They really dig their own bodies. like George, even that first night we spent together, when he took me back to the motel. He told me to undress him. That was fine, and as I undid the shirt and saw that body underneath I really flipped. I told him so, too, and he grinned. He liked that.
"When I got all his clothes off and saw him naked, I started kissin' him all over. He just lay there and watched me as I slid my tongue over his chest, which was real well developed. I used to kid him that he had tits almost as big as mine. He used to flex 'em for me. I moved down over his stomach, flat and firm, and down to his crotch, where his cock was standin', ready and waitin'. He was just as big as Arnie, and I liked that. I played with him and sucked the head, and then he told me to let up. He climbed off the bed, went over to the mirror on the wall, and stood in front of it. 'Take your things off and come here,' he said. Hell, I figured he'd want to undress me, just like I did for him. That's half the fun of it. So I took off my things and went over to the mirror. He was facin' it, and he told me to kneel down between his legs and start suckin'. He watched in the mirror, flexin' his muscles and posin' while I closed my mouth around his cock and sucked him. His rod got real hard, and every time he'd pose, tightenin' his muscles, his cock would get extra stiff, too. I thought he was gonna come once, and I pulled away and told him let's get down to some real fuckin'. 'I like it in the ass,' I told him, and he really lit up then. He dug this, he said, and told me to turn around. He went to the bathroom and came back with a jar of vaseline.
"He told me to grease his cock real good, which I did, rubbin' it up and down and makin' sure it was well covered. Then I put some on my ass-hole, just to make sure, and he turned me round sideways, bent me over, and rammed his cock between my buttocks. His strong hands held my hips as he moved his body so's his cock pushed in. I felt it slide in real easy and then it was all the way in. He grabbed my tits and started playin' with them and lookin' at himself in the mirror. I looked, too, and it sure was excitin', watchin' that big muscular body with its long, thick cock movin' in and out of my ass. I began movin' my hips, flexin' my ass-hole and grippin' his rod as it entered me. 'Tighter, tighter,' he kept sayin', and I really tried to nip his prick as he shoved it in. like I said, I got a real educated ass. I was gettin' tired, bendin' over like that being fucked, and told him we should go over on the bed. I wanted to lie down with my legs in the air and have him screw me, but that wasn't his bag at all. He liked to watch his cock slidin' in and out of me, as well as seeing his muscles flexin' in the mirror. like I said, I think he loved his body more than anythin', includin' me. He said if I was tired, he'd hold me. He pulled his cock out and made me turn around, facin' him. He lifted me by the ass and lowered me on his rod, with my legs around his waist. He still was facin' the mirror, so he could see everythin'.
"I couldn't see because I was facin' him, and he was lookin' into the mirror, but he kept say in' how great it looked, with his cock slidin' in and out in clear view. 'You got a lovely ass,' he told me, and that made me feel a little better. I mean, I was feelin' good and all that, but I knew he was gettin' a bigger charge out of his own body than out of mine. Hell, I was just somethin' to fuck.
"He began goin' at it real good, faster and faster, and I felt my tits pressin' against his broad, smooth chest, my nipples rubbin' across his skin and addin' to my pleasure. That prick was way up inside my ass, and then he shuddered, and held me real close, closin' his mouth over mine and kissin' me for the first time since we started fuckin'. His tongue licked all round my mouth and lips, and he was moanin'. Then he slowly let me down, let-tin' his cock slip out my ass. We stood, lookin' into the mirror, and he bent down and started suckin' my twat. I thought this was real crazy. He'd just come and here he was sucking on me. 'I want to make sure you come now,' he said, and that made me feel better, knowin' at least he wanted me to reach a climax, too. He pulled my cunt lips open and buried his face in there, his tongue lickin' my clitoris and rubbin' around, as deep as he could reach, which was pretty deep. He had a good, strong, long tongue and he knew what to do with it. His hands were playin' with my tits, and slowly I felt that feelin' from deep inside, and I grabbed his head and held it there. My whole body shivered and trembled, and from the depths of my cunt I felt my juices flowin', my whole insides churnin'. He went on lickin' and then stood up. 'Okay?' he asked, and I told him, fine. We walked over to the bed and lay down. 'Play with me,' he said, closin' his eyes. I trailed my fingers over his body and down to his crotch, takin' his soft prick in my hand and squeezin' it. A drop of come came out the end, and I bent down and licked it off. Then I took the whole thing between my lips, and I remembered the times I'd had with Arnie, the way I'd suck his soft cock right after he'd shot his load into me. I liked that, because when a cock's so big and so hard, there's not much you can do. When it's soft, you can take it all in your mouth and really chew on it, and have some fun.
"There's two things I really dig: chewin' a soft cock and havin' a hard one up my ass. Nothin' better in my book. George dug it, too. He liked to lay there and have me do things to him, instead of him doin' things. And he really liked it in front of the mirror. After we'd bin on the bed awhile, he told me to move over and we went to the mirror again and he lay down on the floor and told me to go on doin' what I was, suckin' and playin' with his body. He watched in the mirror, and as he did, I felt his prick start to rise again. It wasn't me makin' him horny, it was the sight of himself.
"Well, this was fine and dandy, but a girl--likes to feel she's gettin' a little attention. George liked to go down on me after he'd come himself, but I always felt he did it out of obligation to me, not so much out of really wantin' to get in and mix it up. So you can tell how long that situation lasted.
About a month or so, maybe longer, I forget now. It really doesn't matter. But I got tired of his body, pretty as it was. And I got tired of always havin' to do things to him, and there were plenty nights I wanted him to do things to me for a change. It wasn't that I was ugly or anythin', either. I got nice tits and a trim waist, and I've bin told I'm a good looker. Or I was back then, I'd say. Now's a different story, but then, I don't really care any more now.
"Anyway, I left George one day. I asked him for some money which he didn't want to give me, but I finally talked him into it. I left Phoenix and came to L.A. I didn't know what I would do-get a job somewhere I figured. I rented a room for ten bucks a week and went out lookin'. I got a job as a carhop, but that didn't last too long. Anyway, I did meet this guy my first night there, and he asked me to come home with him. I did, and we had a real wild time. When I left he gave me twenty bucks and I figured why the hell work at the drive-in when I could make better money shackin' up. I really didn't think of becomin' a whore or anythin', but I suppose that's what it was. I met another girl on Hollywood Boulevard one night and we got friendly and I moved in with her. That was a wild scene. She was one of those girls who dig other girls, a dyke. I'd never run into one, but they say in L.A. you run into all sorts of weird types. I was real surprised that first night I slept over at her place. She only had a one-room apartment, and I figured I'd sleep on the couch, but she said I could share her bed. It was one of those big king-size jobs, with plenty of room. In fact, one night there were four of us in there.
"I crawled into bed and the light had hardly gone out when I felt her hand reach over and touch my tits. I jumped, and she told me not to be scared. She said she was lonely, and she liked me. Then she bent over and kissed me. It was just like a guy kissin', only softer. Her lips rubbed back and forth across mine and then her tongue came out into my mouth and I started feelin' hot. Her hand had slipped down to my crotch and I could feel her fingers playin' around. She undid my pajamas and started kissin' my tits, lickin' them all over, bitin' the nipples, and slidin' down to my crotch. She knew what she was doin' all right. That tongue of hers was as hard and firm as any cock I'd ever had up my cunt. She lay there between my legs, and I started feelin' real hot all over. In my mind, I kept rememberin' George and the way he liked to suck my twat in front of the mirror, and thinkin' of Goerge only made me hotter. I began twistin' and moanin' and this only made her go at it all the more. Her hands pulled my cunt lips open wide and her mouth was inside, her tongue probin' round and lickin' my clitoris like crazy.
"I thought she'd go on until I came, and let me tell you, the way she was suckin' me, I was about ready to come any minute. But she suddenly lifted off and slipped out of bed. I thought to myself, this is a helluva time to go to the bathroom. I heard the bathroom light go on, and then she came back, leavin' the light on. In the glow I could see she was carryin' something in her hands. She stood beside the bed and took off her pajamas and then started strappin' something on her waist. I sat up and looked close, and then I just about bust a gut laughin'. She had on one of those rubber prickswhat do they call it, a dildo? Yeah, a dildo, and it was long and thick just like Arnie's cock had been. It had a double end, like one prick which she pushed into her own twat before strapping the thing on with the other cock stickin' out just like a man's.
" 'What are you laughing at?' she asked. 'Ain't you ever seen one before?' I told her I hadn't, and why the hell didn't she just get a man instead? She didn't answer that one, but she sure gave me a dirty look. 'You lie back,' she said. 'I'll make you feel better than any man.' She climbed on, and covered me, and I felt that goddamn rubber thing push between my legs. I reached down and closed my fingers around it. Jeez, it was big and thick, and I started gettin' hot thinkin' of it slidin' into my twat. She kissed me, and then rammed that thing between my cunt lips and it slid in. I was all hot and juicy anyway from her lickin' my cunt. That thing went in, pushin' my twat aside, and then I realized it was thicker'n any cock I'd ever had in me, includin' Arnie's and George's. It sure felt good, too. She started humpin' me, pullin' it in and out, and kissin' my tits at the same time. I'd been just about ready to come before she got out of bed, and now with that thing in me, and her lips lickin' all over my breasts and stomach, I was startin' to feel that wonderful excitement, and my insides got all knotted up. I moved my hips, joinin' hers in the rhythm, and we twisted and screwed together, with that big thing in me and the other end in her.
"She started moanin', and then suddenly she reached down and must've turned on a switch or somethin', because the dildo started vibratin'. It had one of those battery things in it (she showed me later) and that's when I hit the ceilin'. I'd never had such a sensation. The thing was big enough to start with, and when it began throbbin' I felt a freight train was pushing through my twat, rubbin', vibrati;:', ticklin'. It was too much. My whole insides seemed to bust open and I felt my cunt oozin' with my love juices. I cried out and clung to her, bitin' her shoulder and lickin' her, and she was doin' the same thing to me. We were both comin' at the same time, and it was wild, bet-ter'n any man I'd ever had. My nails clawed her back and I humped my hips faster and faster, until it was over, and then lay back, the sweat runnin' down our sides and off every part of us. 'Was that good, baby?' she asked, and I told her it was.
"The next night she wanted to fuck around again, and I told her to lay off. Hell, we were gonna make it with guys, and I didn't see why we had to make it ourselves as well. And I also wanted it up the ass, with a man, and I wasn't gonna tell her that. I sure as hell would have split open if that dildo had gone up my ass. We went out and picked up a couple of guys and brought them back to the apartment and all fucked together. It was fun and we made fifty bucks between us that night.
"I stayed with her about two months, and then we had a fight, because she said she was in love with me. I told her I liked men, and I didn't want to turn queer or anything. She told me lots of whores were dykes, and I said I didn't care. I wasn't. I left her, and then got a place of my own.
"That seems so long ago now. I moved down here to Long Beach about three months later, and things haven't been goin' too well. I guess I don't really care much. Maybe I should go back to Oklahoma, but I don't have the money. And now there's so many whores around, no one's gonna give me big money to fuck. I ain't that pretty any longer."
Dr. G- continued his discussions with Annie Normand, trying to help her. He realized that her main trouble was her background and complete lack of education. Although the woman was fairly smart in some ways, her conversational manner precluded her from ever being able to be accepted in a regular job involving the public. She was obviously an ignorant country girl, and it showed. Added to which, her negative attitude toward herself made it extremely difficult to impress on her the possibilities of making something of her life. She kept insisting that she was a loser, a deadbeat who would probably end her life in a skid-row alley.
Dr. G- put Annie in touch with an agency that would try and get her a paying position, and work with her in rehabilitating her to society once more.
His own personal conclusion, based on analyzing her entire story, saw her continuing deterioration, despite the help that she might be given. He felt that she had gone too far down the road, morally and socially, to ever amount to much. Whether or not her early indoctrination into sex by her father was a determining factor, was debatable. The tragic fact remained, however, that Annie had become a human derelict, a victim of her own background and lack of basic drives and abilities.
CONCLUSION
It is evident from the case histories we have read that analism, like any form of sex, appears to be without a positive causal factor. People do it, and the "deep-seated reasons" can often only be conjectured. In many cases, early indoctrination can lead to a preference on the part of the individual, just as any sex practice can be the result of early experience.
Basic sexual activity is a natural expression of man's desires. For man, it is the insertion of his penis into an orifice that will give him the gratification of eventual climax and ejaculation. Originally considered only a mating urge for procreation of children, the sex drive is now recognized as part of a more subtle human need, including the biological and psychological.
Freud's theory indicates that all of man's actions stem from his sexual drive. A great creative talent will be sparked by a strong sex drive, according to Freud. Lack of physical outlet results in sublimating the urge into creative endeavor in other areas than procreation. There are even those who believe that sexual activity can weaken a man physically, and some extreme health addicts (such as fanatic weight lifters) will denounce any form of sex practice as debilitating. However, the medical profession, sensibly, has established that lack of sexual emission can give rise to many health problems in a man's excretory system. Some doctors will even advise regular masturbation for patients without regular sexual outlet.
So sex is composed of the physical and the mental. Psychiatrists claim that without the proper mental release, the physical act of seminal emission can be meaningless, leaving the man as frustrated as before the act.
Accordingly, the manner of receiving the sex act can have its varied facets with a woman. Prostitutes will readily admit to complete lack of feeling with certain men who may be enjoying intercourse while the woman reads a book, oblivious to the physical enjoyment. But with a different man, one who "turns the woman on," the act can be completely fulfilling. Yet in both cases, the biological processes are the same. What causes the difference? It appears to be strictly the mental; so, applying this to the matter of analism, it is quite possible to conclude that women who indulge in and enjoy anal intercourse, receive their ultimate satisfaction from the mental fantasies involved.
"With many, the practice may begin only in adulthood, as a result of sexual experimentation within the marriage bed; many claim analism to be a spark that can revive a waning marriage, just as any other form of experimentation can bring new excitement to a relationship. As we have seen, however, analism among the poor can be the result of more basic instincts, especially when a father sodomizes his children, or brothers assault their sisters. The physical proximity within most poor families, living in overcrowded conditions, lends itself to sexual intimacy at an early age.
The moral issues are undeniable, but the situation exists nonetheless, and it must be accepted sociologically. There is a vast difference between girls or young women who discover anal intercourse at an early age, and those who try it as a variation to their regular sexual experiences. Many of the women we have met in the preceding chapters have been not only from poor families, but have had a basic lack of education and moral values. This is not to say that if an individual finds anal intercourse pleasing and satisfying, he should not continue it because of a superimposed moral code. We are here to discuss, to reveal, but not to pass judgment, for that is an individual matter. The only social context that applies to this subject comes from the forced submission of young women to a practice they may not desire, or which may be harmful to them.
Sexual offenders who are apprehended and processed according to existing laws, are invariably of lower intelligence levels. We refer to the majority, naturally, because there are always exceptions to every rule. But in most cases of sexual assault that come before the courts, the offender displays an inability to discern the existing moral codes relative to the act. With the poorer classes, especially in the rural areas, analism ("cornholing") is a legendary practice, always joked about, but commonly practiced both between those of the same sex (males) and between males and females.
It is quite common as a poor man's safeguard against unwanted pregnancy, especially with young girls.
Where there is no discomfort, it is obvious the recipient may well develop a liking for the act, and in some cases, even a preference.
In poorer sections of the cities, prostitutes will admit to a preference for analism, stemming from the fact that vaginal intercourse has lost its attraction because of its being connected with their livelihood. This gets back to the mental attitude we mentioned earlier.
The sexologist can only examine the problem of analism as a social phenomenon, for to those who indulge, it is obviously not a problem, but merely another form of pleasure. The fact that it is accepted and practiced more commonly among the poorer classes gives rise to the theory that anal relations are the prerogative of the morally unscrupulous, but then, morals do not necessarily have any class boundaries; however, with the lower income and lower intelligence levels of the poor, it does seem to indicate that analism and poverty go hand in hand, at least among the rural segments of the population.
With today's expanding awareness of man's basic nature, all aspects of sexual activity are becoming more understood. The entire subject is not being swept under the carpet as it has been for generations. Rather, it is being brought out into the light for study, analysis, and rationalization. However, any conclusions relative to sex can only be in the realm of theory. The only basic fact that is established refers to the biological mating between man and woman, an inherent instinct of all animal species. Variations from the norm, however, are the exceptions which every rule possesses. In this respect, analism could be classified as a variation which has always existed. It has seldom been the subject for much public attention, except perhaps during the hedonistic days of Greece and Rome when sodomy was as popular a diversion as any other sexual activity between the same and opposite sexes. Strict moralists today are presuming a warning from history, noting that the fall of the Roman Empire was prefaced by a wave of sexual laxity such as we have today. These same moralists point a finger at analism as a perversion of the basic intent of the sex drive. One cannot condemn a sexual practice, however, merely because it might be practiced by a minority of the population. Analism could well be more widely spread were it not for the fact that vaginal intercourse has been proven to be man's most pleasurable and appealing form of sexual expression, the one that most heterosexual men seek, prefer, and instinctively desire.
We have seen how members of the poorer classes can be exposed to anal relations, how it can affect their future sex lives, and how it is a common occurrence amongst certain segments of society. In the ultimate assessment, we can only conclude that when the standard of living and education is improved, the moral fiber will--likewise be raised; but again, it can only be stated that every sex act, and the instinct behind it, stems from individual preference. Society may frown, and point an accusing finger, but the final decision must rest with the individuals concerned, irrespective of their social, financial or educational background.
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